CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Lips trail down my neck and I let out a moan as hands push under my shirt. A tongue seeks out my skin and it feels like my nerve endings are on fire.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” Chase mutters, his lips moving softly along my stomach.

“Emmet?” I ask, leaning further into him and seeking his lips out. He gives me exactly what I want, his lips tangling with mine, perfectly.

I don’t know how watching TV on the couch turned into the hottest make out session of my life, but honestly I don’t care. The kids are at school and I have no other responsibilities.

I take my shirt off and toss it to the side, watching it land on my living room floor. Emmet moves from behind me, getting to his feet. His long hair falls over his shoulders and down his back as he pulls off his own shirt. He tosses it to the side before kneeling on the couch and recapturing my lips with his.

“Damn,” Chase mutters and when I turn to look at him, I don’t miss the steam in his hazel eyes. I also don’t miss the way his gaze moves between Emmet and I, taking us both in.

I keep my eyes on Chase as I run my tongue up Emmet’s abs. When Chase’s hands go to the hardness pushing against the zipper of his pants, I smile.

I turn my attention back to Emmet as my fingers toy with the buttons on his jeans.

“Fuck, stop teasing,” Chase says, his hand moving to the back of my neck as he presses against me, watching my hands work on Emmet.

“Why don’t you help me?” I ask, turning my head just slightly to look at Chase. His hazel eyes are wide open and intense. He isn’t turned off by the idea, not even close.

Emmet lets out a soft gasp, catching the same look and I feel him grow harder under my hands. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he looks back and forth between Chase and I. Finally his eyes remain locked with Chase’s and I feel Chase’s hand twitch against my neck.

When it becomes evident that neither of them are going to initiate anything, I lean up and kiss Emmet. At the same time, I reach back and grab Chase’s hand, leading it to the button of Emmet’s jeans. I keep my hold light, giving him the chance to pull away.

He doesn’t.

Emmet pants a breath against my lips and I look down, watching as Chase’s fingers slowly pop the button on his jeans, exposing Emmet’s hard erection. Chase’s hand stiffen.

“I wouldn’t have expected for you to go commando,” I mutter, trying to diffuse some of the tension. Chase’s hands still haven’t moved and there’s doubt in Emmet’s eyes.

I reach past Chase’s hands, grabbing Emmet’s dick and giving him a long stroke. He lets out a moan as he tosses his head back, his eyes closing.

I continue to stroke him as Chase’s hands finally move, resting on my breasts. He starts to caress my nipples, sending goosebumps along my skin as his mouth kisses a path down my neck. His hands trail down my body and he shoves his hand down the front of my pants, teasing my clit.

“Fuck, yes.” I moan, keeping my pace steady as I continue to jack Emmet off. He twitches in my hand and I catch the slick, wet trail of precum at his head. I swipe a finger over it before bringing it to my mouth, the salty taste exploding on my tongue.

“Shit,” Chase gasps out against my skin and when I turn my head, I catch him watching my hand intently.

I pull away from Emmet and move off the couch as both men send me confused looks. I look at Chase, his eyes half-lidded and his tan skin covered by far too much clothing. “Emmet, undress Chase,” I order, watching each man’s reaction closely.

Emmet’s breathing deepens and Chase’s eyes widen.

“The longer you take, the longer it’ll be before I can suck either of you off,’ I state bluntly as I shove my pants and underwear all the way off.

Emmet looks at Chase hesitantly and for a moment I think he isn’t going to do it, but then his hands are moving, going to the bottom of Chase’s shirt. He pulls it over his head, revealing tan, washboard abs.

Chase stiffens as Emmet’s hand goes to his zipper and Emmet pauses, meeting his gaze. They just stare at each other, the tension between them palpable. It almost feels like I’m intruding on a private moment until Chase’s hazel gaze meets mine. They’re swirling with doubt and it’s so unusual to see on the cocky man’s face. I watch his throat bob before he finally turns his gaze back to Emmet and nods.

Emmet drags the zipper down.

He pulls the man’s pants down his hips before moving on to the waistband of his boxers. He hesitates for a moment before also dragging them down and tossing them to the side.

Chase’s erection is hard as it jerks against his abs. I lick my lips, waiting to see what the two men will do.

“You said something about a blowjob once I was undressed, sweetheart,” Chase says but he misses his usual arrogant tone, his voice cracking slightly.

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