Fucking me.
“Depends on who the guys are.” My voice is a little too husky, and I have to work to swallow past the lump in my throat.
Ryan and Grant share a look, and then Ryan looks at me. “What if the guys were…us?”
Oh, fuck.
My little heart can’t take this. As we speak, it’s slamming inside my chest so hard that I’m afraid I might die of a heart attack before I get any words out of my mouth. Wouldn’t that suck…keeling over before I got the chance to experience what these two have to offer? I swallow and blink and then blink again, hoping that my heart will slow down.
A vision of me crushed between Grant and Ryan pops into my head, and a wave of heat rushes through my body, settling between my thighs.
“Answer the question, Emma,” Grant softly demands. “What if it were us? What if we asked you to fuck both of us right here. Right now. Would you?”
My eyes bounce between the two men. Two guys that I have known and trusted my entire life. They would never hurt me. Never make me feel uncomfortable—aside from last night, though I think I can give them a pass on that since tits seem to make men crazy. And there isn’t a doubt in my mind that, together, they would bring me an immense amount of pleasure.
“What’s your answer, Emma?” Ryan asks.
This might be my only opportunity.
My last chance.
No way in hell am I passing this up.
“Yes.”
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Emma
Grant’s eyes widen. “Yes?”
I nod, dragging my eyes to Ryan, who has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Both men look at each other, and I watch as they have some sort of silent conversation. I’m two seconds from telling them to stop when Ryan stands up. He reaches for my hand, pulling me out of the chair, and butterflies take flight in my stomach.
It’s too late to turn back now.
Not that I want to turn back. Hell, no. What woman in her right mind would turn down the opportunity to be with these two men?
With my heart in my throat, I look up at Ryan. He cups my face in his hands as though it’s something he’s done a thousand times and pulls my mouth to his. His lips are soft and warm, everything I thought they would be, and I melt against him.
He tastes like peppermint and whiskey as he kisses me long and slow. With each sweep of his tongue against mine, the intensity of the kiss grows.
“Take off her shirt,” Grant says from his spot on the couch.
Ryan rests his forehead against mine and then slowly pulls back. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and watch as he grabs the hem of my shirt. The soft cotton tickles my stomach as he lifts it up. I’ve never had a man undress me before. It feels intimate and sexy, and even though I’m typically shy about my body, I find myself wanting them to see me.
All of me.
I lift my arms over my head, allowing him better access. He moves at an achingly slow pace, causing the material to brush against my hard nipples. I inhale sharply. He tosses my shirt to the side.
Ryan’s eyes grow dark, his pupils dilated, and Grant pushes up from the couch. He steps behind me and presses his chest to my back. I’m sandwiched between the two, and I’ve never been as nervous and turned on as I am right now.
There’s a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I’m breathless. My body feels all warm and loose yet tense and hyper-aware of every move they make.
Grant unclasps my bra and tugs the flimsy material from my body, leaving Ryan with an up-close view of my breasts.
I close my eyes, waiting for them to walk away as they had last night, but that isn’t what happens. Two large hands cup my heavy breasts, and my eyes fly open. I watch in amazement as Ryan tweaks and pinches my sensitive nipples into hard peaks.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Ryan’s voice is so soft I barely hear the words.