Double Score

“I’ve wanted you both for so long. I’ve waited for this for so long. I never thought it could be like this—this good—but I’d hoped.”

“We’ve been waiting for this too, kicker,” Grant whispers, running his hand up and down my arm.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma.” Ryan skims his fingers down my chest, resting them on my belly. “Thank you for letting us have this part of you.”

I look at his hand, so big and strong and steady, and I reach out, linking my fingers with his and then I look at Grant. His eyes soften.

“We’re not letting you go, Emma. You’re ours now. If you’ll have us,” he says, covering our hands with his.

What does that mean, I’m theirs now? For the night? The weekend? Forever? I’m good with forever, but I’d hate to get my hopes up too much.

Ryan kisses the tip of my nose. “He’s right. You should rest up because we’re not even close to being done with you.”

“Good,” I say, nuzzling deeper into the bed. “Because there’re still a few things I’d like to do, too.”

Grant props himself up on an elbow and smiles down at me. “Ryan’s cock in your ass wasn’t enough?”

Ryan buries his face in my neck, and I feel him smile.

I shake my head. “Nope. I want more.”

My goal: your hearts.

“Whatever you want, Emma,” Grant says, fighting a smile. “You name it, and it’s yours.”

How about forever? But I keep that thought to myself.

“And I have a ton of questions.”

“We probably have the answers.” Ryan kisses the soft spot behind the ear he was nibbling and then sits up. “How about we shower and eat dinner and then we can talk.”

“A nice, hot shower sounds perfect.”

Grant slides off the bed and walks to the bedroom door. I don’t miss the way Ryan’s eyes linger on Grant’s naked ass. “You two jump in the shower. I’ll call down to Alfonzo’s and make us reservations for tonight.”

“Alfonzo’s?” I look at Ryan for the answer because Grant is already halfway down the hall.

“It’s one of the restaurants in t

he main building of the lodge. Come on, kicker, let’s get you wet.” I squeal when Ryan lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom.

“I already am,” I whisper, kissing his neck.

I have a feeling it’ll always be like that with these two around.

“I always knew you’d be a dirty girl.”

7

Ryan

“Let’s wash your hair.”

“Really?” Emma’s eyes widen, and she eagerly turns around so I can use the adjustable showerhead to run water over her. “I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before. Is this a thing? Does the guy always wash the girl’s hair?”

“I wouldn’t know. You’re the first girl I’ve ever taken a shower with,” I say, putting the nozzle back into its holster when her hair is good and wet.

And you’ll be the only girl I ever shower with.