Chapter 1
The bedroom door closes behind us, and the click of the latch sounds way too loud.
Leo moves past me toward the bed, and the lamplight catches the silver threading through his dark hair.
I have the wildly inappropriate thought that a man old enough to be my father has no business looking that good.
Then he’s behind me, his hand finding my hip with a possessive familiarity that makes my breath catch.
Dane is in front of me, close enough that the sandalwood on his skin hits me in waves, so different from Leo’s oranges that my brain short-circuits trying to process both at once.
Two men who both want me. I asked Leo if he’d share me when Dane visited, after I fantasized about two men at once. Leo listened and said, “Dane’s someone I’d trust with you, lass. If that’s what you want.”
I’d never met Dane before today. It hadn’t even occurred to me to worry about whether I’d be attracted to him. Turns out the universe decided to hand me two ridiculously hot older men, which is not the kind of luck I’m used to. I’m not about to question it.
Holy hell, my heart is hammering so hard I’m surprised they can’t hear it.
“Breathe, lass.” Leo’s voice is low against my ear. The command settles me the way he always does, and I pull in a shaky breath, even though it doesn’t do much to help.
Dane stands in front of me, studying me.
The patience in his expression does something strange to my insides.
It’s not butterflies, more like a slow tightening, a pull low in my belly that makes me want to press my thighs together.
He’s Leo’s college friend, and he just arrived for his annual Christmas visit.
He watches me like he has all the time in the world and he’s decided to spend it figuring me out.
Does he find me attractive?
“I’d like a few minutes alone with her.” Dane’s voice is quiet and directed at Leo, but his gaze stays locked on mine. “If that’s all right with you.”
The request catches me off guard. Leo trusts him and I trust Leo, but what does Dane want to say to me?
“Aye.” Leo presses his lips to my shoulder. “I’ll be right outside. You remember your words, lass?”
“Red to stop. Yellow to slow down.”
“Good girl.” He squeezes my hip before stepping away. The loss of his warmth makes me shiver, and I have to fight the urge to reach for him. I’m not sure I realized until this moment how much he’s become my anchor, but I want this with Dane.
Two months ago, I was a girl in a cheap duplex who’d never even been to a sex party, and now I’m standing in Leo’s mansion on Christmas Eve, naked under this dress, about to let his best friend fuck me.
If someone had told me this would be my life, I’d have laughed so hard.
Leo closes the door behind him, and I’m alone with Dane. I’m hyperaware of my lack of panties and exactly how wet I am already. I might combust as soon as he touches me.
Dane takes a step closer. He’s not aggressive or rushed. He moves with a deliberateness that makes me feel like every second is a choice he’s making on purpose.
“You’re nervous,” he says.
“A little.” My voice comes out steadier than I expected. “But I want this.”
His hand comes up, and his fingers brush the underside of my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His touch is unhurried, nothing like Leo’s immediate heat.
“Leo’s told me what you like and how you respond. But I want to learn that for myself.”
Heat flashes through my belly. He’s not going to follow Leo’s playbook. He wants to figure me out himself.
Fuuuuck. Okay.
“How?” I ask, breathlessly.
He gives me an almost-smile that I suspect is habitual. “Close your eyes.”
I hesitate for half a second, then obey. Everything else gets louder. My breathing is too fast. The fabric of the dress pulls against my breasts, and my nipples harden.
Dane traces his fingers down the side of my neck slowly. It’s the lightest drag over my skin as he follows the line of my throat to my collarbone.
My breath hitches, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps where his fingers just were. How does he do that? Leo’s touch lights me up. Dane’s makes me ache.
“You’re sensitive here.” It’s an observation, almost clinical. His fingers travel to the straps of my dress, and he caresses along the fabric without pulling them down.
His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat. “What about here?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
“Open your eyes.”
I do, and his face is so close to mine that I can see the flecks of amber in his dark brown eyes. He’s not smiling, but the intensity in his look makes my chest tighten.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says. “And I want you to pay attention to how it feels and what your body tells you.”
Nobody has ever talked to me like this before a kiss. Leo would already be devouring me. Dane is asking me to be present, and somehow that feels more intimate than anything physical.
I nod, not trusting my voice. He’s treating foreplay like the main course.
He leans down and brushes his lips against mine.
It’s barely a touch before he pulls away.
My breath catches. I didn’t expect that whisper of contact to ache.
I lean forward without meaning to, chasing something I can’t name, and he huffs a quiet sound that might be amusement before he kisses me properly.
It’s nothing like Leo. His kisses are fire and possession.
Dane kisses me slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world and intends to use it learning me.
Every time I try to speed up—seeking friction, pressure, something to ease the building tension—he pulls away enough to set the pace again.
His hand slides to the nape of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, and the grip is gentle but firm enough that I feel owned.
The gesture sends heat pooling low in my belly.
When his tongue slides against mine, I can’t stop the moan.
He tastes like cinnamon, and I want to climb inside his skin.
I curl my fingers in the fabric of his shirt.
The muscle beneath is hard and warm, and I hold on like he’s the only solid thing in a spinning world while his mouth takes me apart piece by piece.
My lips are tingling, swollen. Every slow slide of his tongue winds me tighter until I’m trembling, until thought goes blank and there’s only his mouth on mine.
My pussy throbs, and when he breaks the kiss, I sway toward him. I’m dizzy and disoriented, like I’m surfacing from deep water. He traces my lower lip with his thumb, and his eyes are darker than before.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and a shiver rolls through me. Those two words go straight to the ache between my legs. His gaze sharpens—he felt it. Oh yeah, this is going to be even better than I hoped. I didn’t expect him to affect me this much.
His hand stays at the nape of my neck, keeping me close. “When I kissed you, what did you feel?”
My face heats. Nobody has ever asked me to narrate my reactions before. “I felt…” I fumble for the right words while his thumb strokes my nape. “Like you were paying attention to what I like. It made me want to show you more.”
His expression softens around the eyes. “That’s exactly what I was doing.”
My pulse kicks. He’s been reading me like a book, and instead of feeling exposed, I want him to keep going.
“Dane.” His name comes out breathy, and I try to calm my racing pulse.
“Yes?”
“I want Leo in here.” I swallow, making myself say the rest. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
His thumb pauses on my neck. For a long moment, he looks at me, and I hold his stare even though my cheeks are burning. Then he releases me and walks to the door, opening it without a word.
Leo is leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, and the look on his face when the door opens tells me he’s been imagining exactly what was happening on the other side. His gaze finds mine immediately, and the hunger there makes my knees go soft.
“She’s ready,” Dane says, and the calm authority in his voice goes straight between my legs.
Leo pushes off the wall and crosses the room to me in three strides.
His hands frame my face, and his kiss is everything Dane’s wasn’t—familiar and comforting.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth like he’s reclaiming territory.
I melt into him and whimper against his lips as his familiar scent of oranges wraps around me.
Leo’s kiss is a house fire, and I’m clinging to his shirt and grinding against him before I even realize I’m doing it.
“Missed you,” I breathe when he pulls away.
“Lass, it’s been five minutes.” His grin is wicked. “But I know what you mean.”
Dane moves behind me. I’m between them again, and the reality of it makes my head swim. Leo in front and Dane at my back, pressing in from both sides.
This is actually happening. Holy hell, this is actually happening.
Leo fingers the hem of my dress. “Let’s get this off you.”
He pulls it up slowly, and I lift my arms. The fabric slides over my head, and the cool air raises goosebumps across my bare skin. I’m completely naked between them while they’re both fully clothed, and the vulnerability makes me catch my breath.
“Fuck me,” Leo says, his eyes raking down my body. “Look at her, Dane.”
“I see her.” Dane’s voice comes from behind me, close to my ear. His hands settle on my waist, and the shock of contact against my bare skin makes me gasp. “She’s beautiful.”
I’m being talked about like I’m a painting they’re admiring, and my pussy throbs in response. Their attention is intoxicating. They’re still fully clothed while I’m standing here like an offering. Somehow, that’s the hottest part.
Leo bends down and takes my nipple into his mouth without warning, and I cry out, my hand flying to his hair.
The suction is sharp and perfect, pleasure spiking straight down to my clit.
Behind me, Dane’s hands travel up my sides, thumbs brushing the outer curves of my breasts while Leo works my nipple with his tongue.