“Breathe through it, L. Self-control,” Hayes murmured.
She made some unintelligible sound of protest, but she knew it wouldn’t matter.
They had a plan and they weren’t going to let her control it. And the plan seemed to be to drive her out of her ever-loving mind. While their fingers took turns teasing her, they put their other hands and their mouths everywhere, one kiss and bite blending into the next until her entire body was shaking with need. Nipples were pinched, her clit was licked, her pussy filled with fingers, with tongues.
Then when she thought she couldn’t be driven any higher, both of them lowered to their knees and went down on her, their tongues tangling with each other as they tasted her. Hungry. Dirty. And obscene. Arousal coated her thighs and her body pulsed with pounding need to come. All she could do was watch and cling to the edge of her self-control by a thread.
But soon it was all too much, and when Ren pumped fingers into her and Hayes licked over them and every bit of her, the darkness behind her eyelids burst into a white light. She cried out, gasping through the rush and trying not to make too much noise as she came with the force of a freight train.
The bar clinked with the cuffs above her, and the men made those sexy grunting noises as they drove her onto another plane, and she let it all go. No more holding back. She let it take her. Let them have her. She was no longer in the driver’s seat and she couldn’t care less. This was what oblivion felt like. What love felt like.
And when she drifted down from the high, she didn’t attempt to make a joke or adjust her position or take back the reins. She just sagged in the cuffs and let Hayes hold her up.
Without words, they unhooked her from the bar and rolled out a thick blanket Ren had pulled from the bag they’d apparently stashed in the corner. The room had plush carpet but she was grateful for the extra padding when she automatically sank to her knees.
Hayes and Ren were still fully dressed, buttoned up in their tuxedos. But their hair was mussed from her grabbing at it and their flys were distended with their very obvious interest in the proceedings.
She reached for the two of them, her movements a little drunk. “Come here. Let me touch you.”
Ren was the first to step forward. He caressed her hair. “I love the sound of that, but not yet.”
“We had something to ask you first,” Hayes said, joining Ren and gazing down at her in that stoic way he had.
She lifted her brow. “So you got me blitzed with an orgasm first?”
Ren grinned. “We are very smart men.”
“Devious, really.”
She smiled. “All right. Well, now you’ve got me curious.”
Hayes dipped into his pocket and pulled out a key. Not the one for the coatroom door. This one was normal sized. Shiny. New. He got down on his knees to meet her eye to eye. Ren put his hand on her shoulder.
Cora stared at the key.
“Move in with us,” Hayes said, the soft rumble of his voice rolling over her like warm ocean waves. “We know it’s soon and we know you like your place . . .”
“And there’s no pressure,” Ren added, his gaze tender on her. “But we’re fucking gutted every time you have to go home. The house doesn’t feel right without you in it.”
Hayes pressed the key into her palm and she felt the weight of it in her hand, the weight of the question. She’d spent her whole life fighting to be independent, wanting to be on her own, only feeling truly comfortable when she was alone, her true self only emerging when no one was watching. But this time, when she considered the question and looked at these two men, she realized there’d never been an easier answer. She’d kept her place like a safety blanket and because it seemed logical, practical. She didn’t want to put any undue stress on a new relationship, but she was just fooling herself. Safety blankets were overrated.
Her fingers curled around the key and her lips curved. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed. And a better Internet connection.”
Ren laughed and got to his knees next to Hayes. “Done. So very done.”
She reached out and put her hands to both their faces. “Goddamn. What did I do to deserve you two?”
Hayes smiled, this brilliant warm thing that seemed to fill the dark room. “You were you.”
“And we were us. And somehow that just fit,” Ren added. “Fate is a brilliant bastard.”
She closed her eyes. That was exactly it. Somehow in this universe of chaos, they’d found the combination that worked just right. Found exactly where they were supposed to be.
One day, she needed to thank Grace for dragging her to that God-awful party. That had been the first night she was with both Hayes and Ren, where fate had reached down and laid its hands upon her. She just hadn’t known it yet. Good thing she hadn’t bothered to mingle.
She lowered her head, all three with their arms around one another, and inhaled all that goodness and rightness. “I love you.”
“We love you back,” Hayes said.
Ren pulled away first and brushed tears she hadn’t known she’d shed from her cheek. “You ready for us, Benning? Because we’re more than ready for you.”
She gave a nod. And as if deciding against whatever else they had planned, they picked up the blanket, got her dressed in silence, and then ushered her out. But instead of leading her out to the parking lot, they led her into the hotel that was holding the ball. Apparently, there was another key in this night. A key card that led to a luxury suite on a high floor.
There were no more words as they led her into the bedroom and stripped her and themselves free of everything. Then Ren was climbing on the bed and beckoning for her. He kissed and touched and caressed her until the fires were burning hot again, and then settled her over him. They’d ditched condoms a month back, so there was nothing between them but heat as she slid down onto his cock. The feel of him so deep inside her sent a hot shudder through her and she peered back over her shoulder.
Hayes was watching from the foot of the bed, his desire a palpable thing. She smiled at him. “Going to join us, Master Hayes?”
“Always,” he said, climbing onto the bed with them.
And with that, he got in position behind her, kissed her neck and touched her breasts as she rode Ren. And just when she thought she was nearing her edge again, he bent her forward.
Ren gripped her wrists to his chest and held her gaze, his expression full of pure sin. “We’re all yours, Benning. And you, ours.”
She knew what was coming before it happened. They’d done this separately but hadn’t gone there together yet. But the feel of the slippery fluid against her backside had her toes curling and her heartbeat picking up speed. Fear and arousal twining together.
And when Hayes pushed against her opening with gentle pressure, she let out a low, gritty groan.
“Stop me if it’s too much,” Hayes said, his voice tense, like it was taking every bit of his restraint not to pound her into the bed.
“You two are always too much,” she said between panted breaths. “And I love it.”
Hayes let out a loud breath at that and then sunk home, sliding into her body and making everything feel impossibly full. Both men made sounds of hot pleasure, but her groan trumped them both. Everything felt alive and intense and absolutely perfect. She was between them, every part of their bodies and hearts shared. This was exactly where she was meant to be.
She rocked back against Hayes, giving him the silent go-ahead, and the two men made love to her slow and careful at first and then with the passion that seemed to ignite between them anytime they were together.
And when they were done and curled up in a naked mess, she found that old urge from their very first night together bubbling up. She tried to stop it, tried to press her fingers to her lips, but it burst out of her. Laughter. Loud and long and full-throated. The kind that brought tears.
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p; And almost simultaneously, Hayes and Ren joined in.
None of them could help it. Because they all knew. It was impossible not to feel it.
They’d found something none of them had ever believed they could have.
And now they knew exactly what to do with it.
Roni Loren is the New York Times bestselling author of the Loving on the Edge novels, which include Call on Me, Nothing Between Us, and Need You Tonight, and the Pleasure Principle series, including Off the Clock. She lives in Dallas with her husband and son. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts—yeah, that’s it.
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