Lia’s eyes flicked open, and the first sensation to hit her was heat. Waves and waves of it coming off the two huge, hard bodies bracketing her on the bed.
Oh shit. I fell asleep, she recalled.After that amazing orgasm.
All the stress of the day—combined with the whiskey—and she’d lost the battle against sleep after they’d taken turns unleashing torrents of pleasure within her. Cam had pressed a kiss to her hair and Travis a kiss to her cheek. They’d both said the same thing:We’re not rushing things. Just sleep.
She’d let her lids fall closed and had tumbled into the most delicious dream. Except it wasn’t a dream, even though it was still completely dark outside.
A big hand cupped her breast, idly stroking her nipple—which was now puckered and hard.
Another hand was ghosting fingers across the flat plane of her stomach. With each pass, the fingers moved south.
Lia lifted her head off the chest she was using as a pillow. Cam. He met her eyes.
“This okay?”
Heat cascaded through her as his hand moved even lower still, just north of her clit.
The thumb on her nipple increased its pressure, and Travis’s voice came over her shoulder. “And this?”
“Yes. All of it.”
This was what she’d been waiting for. What she’d been wanting. Two bodies, four hands, all focused on her. It had been a heady idea, and now it was an intoxicating reality.
She waited for the darkness to sneak up and demand she run from the sensations sweeping through her, but it never came. All that existed was the shimmer of pleasure and the swell of emotion for each of these men.
So she responded the only way she could. “More.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Cam said, sliding his hand lower. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Soooo...” she trailed off when the word became more of a moan than anything else.
“I think she’s sure, man.”
Travis’s thumb and forefinger worked her nipple as Cam’s hand slid lower to cup her.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet. Already soaking my hand.”
And she was. Hell, she’d never been so wet in her life.
He slid one finger between her pussy lips and skimmed her opening before dragging it up through her wetness to her clit.
She arched against Travis’s hard chest, pressing her lower half into Cam’s hands. She didn’t bother to keep track of whose hands were where as the tendrils of lust began to wind around her body, turning her sounds to whimpers and outright begging.
“Omigod, right there.”
“You talk to God a lot, baby,” Travis whispered in her ear. “I’d rather hear you scream my name. Both our names.”
Cam’s thumb stayed on her clit, the exquisite pressure driving her hips harder into his hand, and his finger plunged inside her.
“She’s going to be screaming both our names when we get inside her this morning.”
Her eyes shot open at Cam’s words, and she found his dark ones fixed on her.
“We’re … right now?”
Cam lowered his head and nipped at her lips before kissing her deeply.
“Unless you’re having second thoughts, baby, this is happening. If you touched my cock right now, you’d know exactly how hard I am for you. Fucking dying to get inside you. We both are. I spent the night with this hot little body next to me, and damned if it didn’t make it so much easier to sleep—and so much fucking harder. Having you so close and still not knowing is the best kind of torture.”