“Doesn’t look like you had to try too hard.” He sounded positively pissed at the fact.
“You’re right. I didn’t have to try at all. The chemistry was instant. Which is perfect. And ironic. So fucking ironic it hurts. Listen, dude, you need to snap the fuck out of whatever funk you’re in, turn on the goddamned charisma, and remember why we’re doing this.”
“I haven’t forgotten. Of course I haven’t.”
“Good, because, just to remind you, this is the biggest thing in my life right now, and possibly ever. It’s the most important thing I’ve ever asked of you, and will ever ask. And after everything you’ve done for me, that’s really saying something.”
“Dude, I know all this. I don’t need reminding. I’m all in. I told you that. I’m not about to go back on my word. You know me, and you know I would never.” Kane looked hurt that I would even feel the need to remind him of that stuff.
“I know. So charm the pants off her, and let’s do this. It’s not like it’s a hardship. Although I didn’t think it possible, she’s even hotter than she was back in the day. She’s crazy gorgeous.”
“Dude, you don’t need to tell me. I have twenty-twenty vision.” We fell silent as Rose returned to the table.
“Subtle. Very subtle, guys. You were talking about me, weren’t you?” She set her glass of wine down.
“You got us. Guilty as charged.” I put my hands up in mock-surrender.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Don’t be coy. What were you saying?” She sat down, and picked up her drink, taking a big gulp, while still looking at us both.
I shot a questioning glance Kane’s way. He shrugged, then looked down at the table. Jesus, he was being weird.
“We were talking about the fact that we like you.”
“You can’t like me. You only just met me.”
“We’re getting to know each other.” Kane’s tone was sharp.
“True.” She spoke directly to me, this time. “But we’ve known each other for like five minutes, and you’ve said all of ten words to me. You don’t know me at all.” If only she had any idea the half of it.
“Okay, let me rephrase that, for the avoidance of doubt. We want you. In the biblical sense. Both of us.”
She sipped on her wine, slowly this time. “Interesting. What exactly did you have in mind?”
Chapter 15
Rose
“So you live here together?”
“Yeah. Technically, it’s two separate but interconnected suites, but we took the door off that separates them and use it like one space.”
“Privacy’s not an issue?”
“Not really. We still have separate bedrooms. His is that way, mine, that way.” Kane motioned with his chin in the direction of each room.
“But besides that, there are no secrets between us, so the door just kind of seemed pointless, you know?” I couldn’t say I did. I’d never been that close to anybody. I shrugged.
“So you’ve done this before?” I could hear the hesitation in my own voice.
“A three-way?”
They glanced at each other, exchanging a look which told me that they had.
“Yeah. You could say that.” Fox was the one to answer in words.
“Could I? What would you say?”
“I’d say that nothing else needs to be said.” The look on his face spoke volumes, so in a roundabout way, he was right.
He moved in front of me at a dizzying speed, and before I could ask him to elaborate, his mouth was on mine, pressing with an urgency I’d never experienced with anyone else, except Kane a few days earlier. The heat of his kiss sent missiles of lust tearing through my body, and straight to their intended target. When his arm snaked behind me, and pulled me to him possessively, I was done for.
“Have you ever done this before?” Kane’s voice behind me in my ear startled me a little. I shook my head. “That’s cool. We got you. Turn around, I want to taste you.” I hesitated, not wanting to break the kiss with Fox, it felt so good, and the heat and intensity were rocking me to my core. But when Fox’s hand slipped down to my hip, then was joined by a second, both gently urging me to turn, I did.
I felt the loss of Fox’s lips like they’d always belonged to me, but as soon as they were replaced with Kane’s, I was totally absorbed in how different, yet equally good, the two guys felt.
The familiar heat from Tuesday was there again with Kane, but the chemistry we shared was nothing like the energy that zinged between Fox and me. Not better, or worse. Just entirely different.
Fox tightened his grip. His long, strong fingers curled into my hips almost painfully as he slammed me into to his bulging hard-on, then ground against me with a force that had me bracing myself with my arms around Kane, who slipped his hands into my hair, and kissed me harder and deeper.
The combined feeling was pure fire—carnal and sensual at the same time. He ravaged my mouth with an intensity that surprised me, and at the same time, turned me on beyond belief. I matched the ferocity of the kiss, and then some.
“You need to get this shit off.” The searing heat of Fox’s breath on the shell of my ear, and the urgency of his voice, set off a chain reaction in my body that I’d never experienced before.
The “shit” he was referring to was the simple black cami and jeans I’d worn for the date with Kane, as I’d already discarded my jacket when we’d walked into the room.
I tugged the silky fabric free of the waistband of my jeans, then parted my lips from Kane’s just long enough to pull it over my head and drop it to the ground at our feet. Fox made similarly light work of my bra, popping the clasp with practiced speed and ease. I shrugged out of it, allowing it to join my cami on the floor.
Kane took the lead in undoing the button, then zipper of my jeans. I tore my lips away from his briefly again, to pull them down and step out of them. It was only as I straightened again that I realized something crucial.
“Well aren’t you full of surprises, Rosie?” I froze momentarily at his use of the diminutive, but then brushed my hesitation under the carpet. I’d been shaken by the events of the past few days, and was obviously now reading way too much into everything. “I figured you for something demure yet sexy under those jeans, but to find you commando is an unexpected treat.”
Fox’s guess had been correct. I didn’t generally go without panties, but I found that the high cut, high waist delicate lace panties I normally favored just didn’t sit well under those particular pants, so it was easier to go without than deal with them bagging and bunching in all the wrong places—nobody hated a whale tail more than me. But having forgotten that detail, I’d unwittingly stripped, while the two of them remained fully clothed.
Dazed as I was by the overwhelming heat of the situation, I managed to engage my brain before my lips rejoined Kane’s. “Get naked.” My voice was a hoarse, sexually charged whisper.
“Did you hear that, Fox? She wants us to even up the score a little, and get down to our birthday suits as well. What do you think?” As soon as he was done speaking, his lips were back on mine, this kiss even more punishing than the last.