But he’d been through such a rough time, and he really was a teddy bear beneath his hard rock exterior.
He got closer, and then his lips closed in on mine.
This kiss was different from the one we’d shared in the pool. That was off-hand, almost cocky. Non-committal. Showoff-y.
This one was connected. And patient. And I found my free hand wandering up around his neck.
“Daaaaamnnnn,” someone growled.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, and turned to see Hugh staring at us wearing a shit-eating grin.
Busted.
“Hugh, you do have a thing about watching, don’t you?” I said, trying my best to scowl at his interruption.
But the truth was, it turned me on.
Shit.
The intensity of the last few days—the awkwardness of the bus ride, the high of getting the guys on the talk show, the devastation of having the host drop her little bomb, to name a few—had been almost more than I could take. This damn job was taking years off my life.
And as hard as it had been for me, I knew it was multiples harder for the guys.
Maybe this was our way of letting off steam?
As Hugh approached me, Stone loosened his hold on the back of my neck.
“I do like to watch, Coral. But I also like to join in,” he said.
I looked nervously at Stone.
But a smile spread over his face, and he stepped aside for his friend.
Holy shit.
Hugh placed his hand on the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
Oh god.
I gasped from the fierceness of it, and resisted against the strange angle he’d pulled me into.
“Hugh, what are you—”
But his mouth was on mine before he could finish, equally as delicious as Stone’s kiss but completely different at the same time. It was rougher. Almost crude. And definitely demanding.
So different from the other night, when it seemed like he was feeling me out.
And I was still standing in the doorway of the goddamn airplane bathroom, with the flight attendant passing by, not even looking in our direction.
Did rich people with private planes do this all the time?
I couldn’t blame them. It was kind of fun.
Hugh suddenly stepped back from our kiss, wearing a wicked little smile.
I’d show him, leaving me standing there, gaping like a fish with my mouth open from his hot kiss. I just acted normal—like I sucked face with hot rock stars all the time. On private jets, of course.
So I smoothed out my hair and adjusted my shirt, leaning against the doorway to still my shaking knees.
“Hey, fuckers. What about me?” Ennis asked.
Oh my god. Did he want to kiss me, too?
I sure as hell hoped so.
So I stepped out of the restroom and leaned against the galley wall. Without hesitation, Ennis walked right up to me and ran his lips down the side of my neck. My eyes fluttered closed, and even though I was trying to play it cool, a small moan escaped my mouth.
His kiss sent me to another world, one where I couldn’t think. Which was fine. Perfect, really. All I wanted was to feel.
He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. “Stroke me, baby,” he murmured, finding my breasts and kneading me almost to the point of pain.
Almost.
“That is fucking hot,” Stone snarled.
I looked at the other guys from the corner of my eye. They stood there, arms crossed, smiling, and very much enjoying the show.
But not as much as I was enjoying it.
Even if it were confusing the hell out of me.
I brought my lips to Ennis’s ear and whispered. “What’s with you three guys?”
I had no desire to ruin the moment, but having an audience, coupled with his erotic touching, brought me close to losing my mind.
And I loved it. Maybe too much.
He pulled back to look at me. “We share. Have you ever heard of sharing?”
Um, yeah, I’d heard of sharing. Like sharing a pizza. Or sharing a ride.
Not sharing a woman.
He saw the confusion cross my face. “We’d like to share you, Coral.”
I stepped away from him, looking at the other guys.
“Is this some kinky rock ’n roll thing?”
Ennis burst out laughing. “No, beautiful. Although we are kinky. And we are rock ’n roll. Now if you’ll just relax and enjoy the flight, you’d see what we mean.”
Hugh walked toward me and took my hand. “I’d like to continue what we started the other night.”
Holy shit. I looked around. The curtain was drawn across the galley, and the flight attendant was nowhere in sight.
“Why don’t you undress?” Ennis asked in a quiet voice.
Although it was more of a command than request.
And what did he mean, anyway? Undress right there? In the airplane?
I looked from one guy to the other. They smiled and nodded.
“Only if you want to, of course,” Hugh added.
Undress for three of the most gorgeous men I’d ever laid eyes on?
Who, incidentally, I’d gone to high school with?
And who were also my firm’s biggest clients?
So many reasons to say no.
And only one reason to say yes.
Chapter 34
CORAL
Every inch of my being screamed go for it. There was just no drowning it out.
These guys were inches from getting dropped by their record label. And if that happened, my firm would be next on the chopping block, only to be followed by my employment. Or lack thereof.
So, fuck it.
I lifted my shirt, then peeled down my yoga pants, kicking the whole mess to the floor. There I stood, in my lacy pink bra and matching thong.
Thank god I was wearing cute undies and not the granny panties I’d been known to save for travel. If there had been more time before we left the hotel, I very likely would have ended up changing into those ugly things. I mean, I didn’t usually get on a plane thinking I was going to be undressing at some point.
But there was a first for everything.
Once mostly naked, I wasn’t sure what to do next. But I didn’t have to worry because it seemed like the guys knew just what to do. Two hands landed on my ass, kneading handfuls of my generous flesh. A quick look over my shoulder confirmed it was Stone, who ground his hard cock against me and nuzzled my hair. While I let my head fall back on his chest, Ennis took up residence before me, lowering my bra straps and caressing my now-hard nipples.
Not about to be left out, Hugh reached inside my thong. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.”
I closed my eyes and sank into the sensation of three pairs of hands working the most sensitive parts of my body. Their movements, and the occasional rocking of the plane, lulled me into a space of pure, primal sensuality where my breath came rough and raspy, their fingers moving me toward an explosion that would hit me like a truck.
In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t have been messing around with the guys, but there was no fucking way anything was stopping us now. It just felt too goddamn good, being worshipped by three gorgeous men who, if I were honest with myself, I had more in common with than I’d ever dreamed. They weren’t the evil creatures I’d thought they were in high school, just like I wasn’t the clueless nerd they’d assumed I was.
Not that any of that mattered now.