Enticed (Two Marks 3)

“Maybe,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby. Me, too,” I admitted, and gave her a wink.

6

ALI

“I’ve never had a date with two guys before,” I said after the three of us had finished dinner and were sitting out on the deck, enjoying our wine as we waited for the sunset. I felt oddly relaxed considering I was about to do something wild and crazy with two—yes, two—hot lawmen. These guys were the real deal. Nice and hot. I meant they were nice. And hot. But also nice and hot. Yeah, H.O.T. My pussy was telling me to do things I’d never considered until them.

“We intend to ruin you for one man for the rest of your life,” Holt declared. He’d scooted his chair up next to mine, and now he reached over and lifted me onto his lap.

Yeah, I should’ve been bothered by that, but again, my pussy liked the idea. Because if this was a one-time thing, I didn’t want to be ruined. I wanted it to be fun. Except they seemed to want more. A lot more.

Theo stood up and gathered my hair up in his fist to tug my head back. My nerve endings sizzled and shit, I liked it. “Let me have another kiss,” he practically growled.

I didn’t mind the demanding alpha male thing. Anything less wouldn’t feel masculine enough for me. Especially from these two. In fact, I was beginning to think Holt was right. Maybe I would be ruined for only one man, because apparently I wasn’t at all intimidated by the thought of handling the needs and sexual appetites of two burly men.

In fact, I was more than up for the challenge. Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two dicks.

Theo claimed my mouth with a hot, demanding kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips as he continued to gently tug my hair. At the same time, Holt slid his hand between my legs, the same way he had back on the ranch, rubbing the seam of my jeans against my clit and setting my entire world on fire. That orgasm in the shower had done nothing to ease my need for them.

I could tell them no. I could tell them to stop. They would. They’d asked for consent before, and they knew I was giving it again. I’d tell them if I didn’t like something. Except I liked everything they did with me. So while I was the one having my hair pulled, I had all the power.

That and that alone made this whole thing even sexier.

I wanted Theo’s hold on me. I liked it. Hell, I hadn’t realized it made me hot until now. It was weird, these needs they enticed in me. I didn’t have to think about them, or question them. I only had to feel.

I squirmed, and Holt held my hips down firmly over his lap, cupping my mons while his other hand slid up my crop top. “Did I tell you how much I love this shirt of yours?” he rumbled in my ear as he squeezed one breast roughly.

“Fuck, me too,” Theo agreed, his hand traveling under the top to my other breast. He slid his fingers inside my bra cup to squeeze and tease my nipple.

“Oh.” I squirmed some more. I was already breathless, and all my clothes were on. I couldn’t imagine how hot and heavy things were going to get when we disrobed.

“I can’t wait to show Ali how much I appreciate this beautiful body of hers,” Theo said to Holt. His teeth grazed my neck.

I opened the button on my own jeans, needing more from Holt’s attention down there.

“Me neither,” Holt agreed, taking over and unzipping my jeans, then slipping a hand inside my panties.

My stomach fluttered with excitement, heat spiked in my core. My cowgirl boots were kicking—probably knocking into Holt’s shins—because I couldn’t hold still. It was all too thrilling.

“I’m going to lick every inch of her,” Holt said as his finger slid between my nether lips. “Especially down here.”

“Oh.” My pelvic floor contracted, pussy clenching on air. The thought of his mouth between my legs made my nipples ache.

As if Theo sensed it, he slid his other hand up my shirt to cup and knead both breasts simultaneously. At the same time, Holt sank a finger inside me.

My cry was loud and wanton.

I quickly looked around, suddenly aware of our surroundings, of what we were doing and where. “You don’t have any neighbors close by, do you?” I asked. There was something hot about making out on the deck at sunset, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

“None,” Holt promised. “But we can go inside if you want. I can’t fucking wait to get your clothes off and spread these sexy legs.”

I swiveled my hips over his finger, working him in a little deeper. We hadn’t even gotten past third base, and this was by far the most exciting sexual encounter of my life. Holt pumped into me, using the heel of his hand to grind against my clit.