Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

I turned and looked at Bennett. His jaw was clenched and looked fierce. He was patient, but I sensed an unease about him, a waiting. Perhaps even doubt.

I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Bennett to think for one second I didn’t want him, too, so I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down—I was so short in comparison to both of them—and down some more until our lips met.

He kissed differently than Cash. Not as gentle, but more… controlled. As if he were holding himself back. Was he? Leashed control, but intensely hot. I’d never kissed two guys, one after the other, before. It was odd, but ridiculously sexy. To feel both their need for me was heady.

Bennett lifted his head, ran his thumb over my lower lip. “I guess we know our answer. You do want both of us.”

He stepped back and Cash took my hand again and led me up the walk. I was all wound up, aroused. Eager, but equally petrified. I felt when they kissed me. But, we were dressed and outside. My front door was getting closer and closer and what lay beyond—my bed—was where all my problems would come out. I wasn’t ready to lose this feeling, to ruin it all. I liked this with them and I didn’t want it to be over.

“I can’t do this,” I breathed, shaking my head.

I tore my hand from Cash and walked quickly up the porch steps. He remained on the walk and with the two step difference, I was just a little bit taller. Bennett followed behind with my box. He set it beside me and stood next to Cash. It was as if there was an imaginary line they wouldn’t cross.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a tease,” I told them.

“Angel,” Bennett said, slowly shaking his head. “How are you being a tease? I’d say I was one with my talk about filling your pussy with our dicks. You gave us goodnight kisses. My dick’s pretty snug in my jeans, but it will stay there until you say otherwise.”

“I just… I mean”—I closed my eyes for a second—“I’ve never done this before.”

Both of them stared at me wide-eyed. “You’re a virgin?” Cash asked.

I shook my head, laughed a little. “No, I mean, be with two guys. I’m… nervous. A little scared.”

“Of us?” Bennett wondered.

“Julia, we’d never hurt you. Ever,” Cash said, his words slowly spoken, his voice clear so I had no doubt.

I did. I knew, even if I’d just met them. I took a deep breath, let it out, looked beyond them and out into the night. How did I tell two men I wanted to sleep with them but was too afraid to do just that? I wanted this to work. More than I ever thought possible. I hadn’t been looking for a guy, considering dating to be something for other women. I was done with men. Or so I’d thought until a few hours ago.

Now? Now I wanted two. My pussy was very, very greedy and giving me mixed signals. Was I frigid or not?

“When we touch you, Julia, and we will,” Bennett began, “not tonight, but soon. It’ll only be for pleasure.”

“Not tonight?” I asked, confused. They’d talked about dildo play and fucking me. They wanted sex. I wanted them, but obviously couldn’t get my shit together.

Of course, not tonight. God, I was an idiot. I was a hot mess, my emotions tangled. I’d wanted Cash to sit in the back seat of the truck, kissed both of them—thrown myself at them, then told them I couldn’t do this… I was all over the place. I was sending mixed signals; it was a wonder they didn’t have whiplash.

Tears lodged in my throat. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of them, too. They’d run away screaming if I added tears to the mix of offenses tonight.

“You’re right. You must think I’m insane. Thank you for the ride. Goodnight.”

I turned on my heel, but a hand hooked about my waist before I made it two feet.

“Slow your roll, Angel,” Bennett murmured in my ear. “Take a breath. Good girl. Feel my dick against your hip?”

I did and I nodded. His body was so warm pressed along my back, his hand on my waist. His dick, huge and rock hard.

“I want you. I know Cash does, too. But we’re going to take this slow. Get to know each other a little bit more before we get you between us.”

Bennett let me go and pulled his cell from his pocket. “Give me your number.”

I rattled it off and then heard my phone ring from my purse in the box. He tucked his cell away. “Go inside and get settled for the night. Get a dildo out of the box and climb in bed. Naked. One hour and I’m calling. Then we’ll play.”

“That’s taking things slow?” I asked, equally surprised and turned on.

“Phone sex. I like the sound of this,” Cash added from where he remained on the walkway. “Bennett will patch me in. I bet you’ve never had a conference call like this before.”

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