11. Cara
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Cara
I swallowed when Monroe lifted his gaze to mine before flicking his attention to Alec. “We’re watching a movie.” His voice was raspy, and he ran his thumb gently along the inside of my calf, sending shivers through me.
“ Mamma Mia ,” Alec added. He reached for the remote again and hit play. The opening strains of “I Have a Dream” started, and Alec ran his hands up my sides. By the time “Honey, Honey” started, my hair was brushed smooth, and Alec was singing, using the hairbrush as a mic. Monroe joined in, using our still clasped hands as a microphone. I was in stitches, giggling so hard that my cheeks were hurting, and I had a stitch in my side.
I think I fell a little in love with them right there and then. I adored how they let go and had fun, and it wasn’t at my expense. The kids at school laughed at me all the time. I’d even been laughed at while I was at university—thankfully never by Zali, Flynn, or Professor Reid. But these two men were kind to me and made fun of themselves and each other instead. It was something I don’t think I’d ever experienced, but I loved it.
We continued watching Mamma Mia together as the ice slowly melted against my knee. The cold was a contrast to the fire their wandering hands left on my skin. Alec shifted, his hardness pressing against my back, and Monroe lifted my feet, adjusting them until I could feel his erection. I couldn’t help the half moan, half whimper that escaped every time I moved. At least I wasn’t the only one in a predicament.
Alec cleared his throat. “Sorry, I need to stretch my legs.” He shifted back as gracefully as a cat but then stumbled over to the table.
“You okay, mate?” Monroe asked, biting back his laughter. Alec groaned, and I looked over the back of the couch in his direction. He braced himself on the table with one hand as he hunched over. His legs were spread, and his chest rose and fell as he sucked in a few long breaths.
“Absolutely fine,” Alec answered, but his voice sounded strangled. “Mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Sure, it’s through there.” I gestured to the door I’d come through, where his shoes were still sitting.
Monroe snorted and grinned wickedly at me. “I think, perhaps, he’s a little uncomfortable.”
“Oh, um, I can move. I’ll give him more room.” I shifted, but Monroe tugged me back into place, pressing my feet against his hardness once more.
“Don’t,” he growled. “I guarantee Hux doesn’t want to be anywhere else. But then again….”
I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, but Monroe was already moving, sliding in behind me where Alec had been.
Only a minute or two passed before Alec reappeared, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed. I licked my lips, and Monroe’s shaft pulsed against my back. My breath caught in my throat, and my imagination ran wild, galloping straight into bisexuality territory.
“Oh, nice. Steal my spot, old man.”
“You snooze, you lose, kiddo.”
I covered my mouth, but my giggle broke free anyway. Alec pointed at me and narrowed his eyes, but the twitch of his lips gave him away. “Voulez-Vous” was playing in the background, and Alec started doing John Travolta’s moves from Saturday Night Fever while singing along. I snorted and tapped my feet on the couch, laughing so hard that I didn’t even realize I was rubbing against Monroe. I froze when he groaned, and Alec’s grin turned wicked.
“Hmm, SOS ?” Alec pumped his eyebrows and gingerly lifted my front leg before flopping down next to me, sitting between them. He had one leg trapped against the back of the couch, my other over his lap. I squeaked when he pressed in closer, moving until his hip met the juncture of my thighs. I sucked in a breath and was instantly dizzy. The combination of their scents drove me wild. Their pheromones set me on fire.
Alec popped the icepack back on my knee, and it was like dropping a bucket of water over me. Humiliation rushed in and my giggle died.
But it turned into a gasp when Alec ran his hand up my thigh, stopping only when he reached my hip. Monroe chose that moment to trail his lips from my shoulder to my ear before sucking on my lobe.
Goodness gracious, I wanted them to keep going. I reached for them, threading my fingers into Monroe’s hair and holding him there while I tightened my legs around Alec.
The credits of the movie started rolling, and Monroe lifted his face. “We should—”
“Yeah, it’s pretty late,” Alec added.
I blinked as disappointment crashed into me. I thought they were going to move the party to the bedroom and then they say they want to leave?
“Um?”
Alec rose and helped me up. I was completely bewildered. How did this get turned around without me knowing? How did I ask them to stay? I wanted this. I wanted them both to be my first.
Monroe took my hand and led me to the door. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, and I looked away, struggling to blink back the tears that were stinging my eyes. My breath wobbled as I sucked it in.
He hooked his finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Then why?” I begged.
Monroe stepped closer and closed his hand around my hip, drawing me to him. I held onto his arm, his bicep flexing under my touch. His arms were rock hard and thick, and I leaned in closer, wanting all his hard muscles pressed against my softness.
He thrust his hips, and his erection ground against me. Goodness, his arm wasn’t the only thing that was long and thick. I shivered, desperate for him to show me exactly what he could do with that monster.
“This was the best night I’ve had in a long time, but I don’t want to rush things. We have time. I want to do this right, Cara.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
Alec stepped in behind me and wrapped my hair around his fist. He tilted my chin up higher, and with his other hand, he clutched my waist, his fingers brushing Monroe’s. “Me three,” he growled and kissed along my jaw.
“You have no idea, do you?” Alec asked, and my answer was a definite no. I was completely clueless. What was he talking about?
I whimpered when they ground their cocks against me again.
Monroe asked, “Can I kiss you?” in that deep, sexy voice of his, and I melted. His hum was pure satisfaction as he brushed his lips over mine in a whisper of a kiss. But it was over far too quickly. He pulled back, and I followed his lips, desperate for a longer taste. When he groaned, my knees nearly gave out, and I clutched him tighter. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to mine in another barely there kiss, and I sucked in a breath.
The moment Monroe pulled back, Alec was there, turning my face to his. He crashed his mouth to mine and growled when I parted my lips in invitation. He touched his tongue to mine, and I whimpered, holding tighter to Monroe as Alec kissed me like a man possessed.
Then Monroe was there at my throat, sucking a mark onto the skin next to my collarbone. I cried out and rubbed myself on them like a cat, arching into Alec’s arms and silently inviting Monroe to move his lips lower.
Alec groaned, the sound pained, and he pulled back. His pupils were blown, and his lips were kiss swollen. He looked like he was barely hanging on. But I wanted nothing more than to have him lose his cool. I wanted him. I wanted them .
Monroe looked up at the ceiling and sucked in a long, slow breath. “We should go.”
I was disappointed, yes, but like Monroe, I wanted to do this right more than I wanted to do it quick. They’d given me a taste of what was possible, but they hadn’t pushed. I appreciated that more than anything.
I may love reading about all those guys who managed to raise every red flag around—the ones who’d treat you nasty, spread your legs, and take what they wanted, when they wanted it—but that wasn’t real life. I didn’t want someone who was toxic, never mind two of them. I wanted men who’d respect me enough to let me decide what happened to my body.
I certainly wouldn’t say no to either one of them throwing me over their shoulder right then and there, but now I knew that they’d put me first rather than just trying to get off.
My V-card was going to have to wait until another day to get stamped.
But I got my kiss.
And what a heck of a kiss it was.