Jayden. Of course it’s him. That cocky bastard. That cocky, hot as hell bastard.
Before I can respond, another figure fills the doorway. Taller and very muscular, also decorated in gorgeous tattoos. Noah.
“Sorry we’re late,” he growls, sliding onto the bed beside me. “Traffic was murder.”
“Sounds like an excuse to me,” I scoff, even as heat pools in my belly. Having them both here, now—it’s too much. “What do you want?”
“What do you think?” Jayden’s voice drops an octave, rough with need. He crawls onto the bed, bracketing me between their hard bodies. I’m in a rugby player sandwich and I have never been more excited to be squeezed between two other people.
Noah nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “We’re here to give you what you’ve always wanted, kitten.”
I try to squirm away, but there’s no escaping them. Not that I really want to. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper, staring up at him through my long eyelashes.
“Liar.” Jayden captures my mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips. At the same time, Noah reaches down and strokes between my thighs, parting my pussy lips to find the slick evidence of my arousal.
They’ve got me, and we all know it. My traitorous body betrays the hunger I’ve tried so hard to deny. Hunger for them.
“Just relax,” Noah murmurs, sliding a finger deep inside me. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”
A moan escapes my lips as Jayden swallows it with another kiss. My resistance crumbles, washed away under a flood of desire. Who needs to prove anything, anyway? I have everything I want right here.
I surrender to their touch, my body boneless between them.
Jayden breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw. “That’s our good girl.” He captures one of my wrists and secures it to the headboard with a silk tie.
Noah repeats the action on the other side, binding me in place. Helpless. Vulnerable. My arousal spikes, hot and needy.
With my limbs immobilized, they turn their attention to the rest of me.
Jayden pulls the front of my tank top down, baring my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth until I whimper.
Noah settles between my splayed thighs, nudging them wider apart. His breath ghosts over my exposed pussy as he presses soft kisses along my inner thighs. Each brush of his lips edges closer to where I need him most.
I strain against my bindings, torn between arching into Jayden’s mouth and using my hips to push Noah’s face lower.
They’re in no hurry, content to take me apart piece by piece.
“Please,” I gasp out. Jayden’s eyes gleam in the dim light, predatory.
“Please what?” Noah prompts, his voice a low rumble. “Tell us what you want, Dylan.”
Heat floods my cheeks even as slick heat pools at my core. But I can’t deny them. Or myself. Not anymore.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
Noah obliges, dragging his tongue through my lips.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed as much as my restraints allow.
He finds my clit, circling it slowly before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth.
Sparks dance across my skin, and my thighs tremble.
Jayden abandons my breasts to capture my mouth in a searing kiss, muffling my moans.
Noah slips two fingers inside me, crooking them to stroke my G-spot on every thrust.
The dual sensations overwhelm me, pressure building at the base of my spine.