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  I heard the catch in Isaiah’s voice at the same time Kane cringed. “No,” I said quickly. “I don’t want to come between you. That’s not my point. God, that’s the last thing I want.”

  Kane shook his head and strode toward me. “You’re not.” He clenched his jaw, and seconds of silence stretched between us. “I asked him not to tell you. I didn’t want to force it on you, if you didn’t want it.” His voice grew in volume. “We’ve been falling for you for ages. Not two days or the last couple of months, but since we started talking. Why the fuck do you think we flirt with you? And then you hooked up with that dickwad James. That tiny-pricked douche. And I swear, if he’d caused you more pain than a hangover, I would have laid him out. I wanted to, anyway. And hell, Andi, we’ve been fucking for two days, and it still didn’t seem to click with you.”

  The accusation snapped something inside me, but it was muddled by everything else he’d said. “You should have just told me. Instead of nudging and prodding, and then pushing me toward Glen because the guy wanted to borrow a cable.”

  “I shouldn’t have done that.” Kane let out a shaky breath. “It’s easy to ask for a hookup, but the thought of losing you…”

  I wanted to be touched and to swoon and to fall into the surge of joy in my chest. We weren’t done yet, though. “You spent days convincing me I need to learn to ask for what I want. Nudging and nagging. And you couldn’t tell me yourself you were interested.”

  “Not just interested.” Isaiah’s even tone was a soothing contrast to the rising tension the room. “We’re in love with you, Dee. That’s not an easy thing to say.”

  “I…” I looked between the two of them. “Both of you?”

  Kane shrugged. “Both of us. We’re not complete without you. Hell, we haven’t picked anyone else up since we really got to know you. The stories we told you all happened before. We shared because it’s hot to do so and know you’re enjoying it too.”

  “It is pretty hot.” I ducked my head, but I was smiling. “You still should have told me.”

  Kane tangled his fingers in my hair and locked his gaze on mine. “I’m telling you now. We’re telling you. I love you, Andi. More than anything or anyone except Isaiah, and there’s really no way to rank that; you both land at the top of my list together. I know he feels the same.” He kissed me, hard and hungry, devouring my words and making my heart soar.

  I needed something to cling to, and dug my fingers into his arms. His muscles moved under my hands when he tightened his grip on me. This felt so right, I didn’t know how I’d missed it before. How I let myself be convinced otherwise.

  It didn’t matter. We’d worked it out now, or at least taken a really fantastic step in that direction. Isaiah brushed my hair aside and trailed his mouth along the back of my neck, and my heart threatened to burst from my chest. I wanted to lean back and forward at the same time, experience both touches and dive into everything at once.

  I gasped when Kane pulled away. He kissed my cheek, down to my jaw, and along my throat. His mouth sent tremors through my skin when he spoke. “I’d never forgive myself if I drove you away.” He kissed the hollow at the base of my throat, and then trailed along my collarbone. “I was an idiot. Isaiah tried to tell me, and I was stubborn.” He followed a line down my chest with his mouth. “Let us make it up to you now.”

  I wanted to tease him. Ask how Isaiah had gotten sucked into Kane’s apology. I liked the idea of them making things up to me too much to risk spoiling the mood. “Curious to see what you’ve got.” My light laugh melted into a sigh when he nipped at my skin.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Isaiah rested his palms on my stomach, under my shirt. The heat of his touch was better than the morning sun on my face. He nuzzled my hair aside, then caught my earlobe in his teeth, before tugging and letting go. “So you like to watch?”

  I liked a lot of things, some of them only fantasy—for now. Mostly I liked the idea of spending as much time as physically possibly with both of them, exploring and playing and touching. Though the thought lit up my nerve endings and made me tingle, it was a bit vague. “It’s definitely a turn-on. Especially with you two.”

  Isaiah glided his hands to my breasts and teased through the fabric with a barely-there caress. “So when you’re by yourself, do you trawl the internet for naughty pictures?”

  “Pictures. Movies. Gifs.” I groaned when he brushed my nipples. “Anyone who looks like they’re having fun.”

  “What if it went both ways?” Kane pulled my shirt over my head. “Like last night?”

  I hadn’t really thought about it before. The guys I’d dated didn’t want to see me play with myself. Kane’s question triggered a series of images and sensations. How much I loved his gaze on me, while Isaiah sucked him off. The way it intensified the moment. My already hard nipples strained to get closer to Isaiah’s touch, and I felt myself grow wet at the thought. “I like the sound of that.”

  Disappointment filtered in when Isaiah’s touch fell away, but it didn’t last long. Kane kissed me hard again, crashing against my mouth. His frame rubbed against mine, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel everything. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he broke away long enough to strip it off, before diving back into me. I shifted my weight, unable to ignore the pulse of want below my waist, but adjusting myself so the seam of my jeans rubbed my clit didn’t provide the relief I wanted.

  I dropped my hand to Kane’s crotch and traced his erection through the fabric. He hissed and thrust against my palm. His grip on me shifted, and I thought he was going to help me strip off the rest of our clothes. A new bolt of shock and want raced through me when he grabbed one wrist, circled me, and pulled my other arm behind my back as well.

  “You’re moving too fast.” His warning teased my skin. He wrapped something soft but taut—a T-shirt maybe—around my arms, just below the elbows, and wrapped it a couple more times until it ended at my wrists, binding me. I tugged enough to know he wanted me to stay put, but I didn’t try to break free. The loss of movement, the surrender of my mobility to him, was both terrifying and squirm-worthy.

  The sound of a zipper drew my attention. Isaiah stood several feet back, in front of an armchair, stripping off his clothes. Shirt first—and God, I still liked seeing his bare chest. I itched to trace the definition. To dig my fingers into the firm muscle.

  Kane snaked a hand up my stomach and pushed my bra out of the way, rough elastic scraping its way up and heightening my senses. “Take the time to enjoy this.” He kissed along my shoulder, and feathered touches over my nipples so lightly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to moan or giggle.

  Isaiah kicked off his shoes and socks, then pushed his jeans and boxers to the ground. His cock sprung free, standing at attention. I wanted to wrap my fingers around it. Lick the head. Suck on him, until he was so close he could barely hold back, and then feel him drive inside me.

  But a show might be just as good. He dropped into the chair and took his shaft in his hand. As he stroked, he watched me, blue eyes hooded and dark. Kane pinched one nipple, and I groaned in surprise.

  “More.” My voice came out a dry rasp.

  Kane’s chuckle filled my head and flustered my thoughts. He tweaked harder, rolling the nub between his fingers, pulling and stretching. The throbbing ache between my thighs grew, as I sank into the feeling and watched Isaiah’s hand glide up and down at a steady pace.

  I pushed my ass back into Kane, trying to grind against him, but he stood just out of reach. “Do you want me to untie you?” he asked. “I’ll do it now, and you can dictate exactly how fast this ends. Or, if you trust me…”

  As much as I ached to feel him push between my legs—to be stretched out and fucked right now—I had a feeling the wait would be worth it. “I trust you. Always.” The words meant far more than I intended them to. I didn’t know if he heard the catch in my voice, but I realized I was willing to put all my faith in these two, because they did the same with me.

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sp; “Glad to hear it.” He gripped my chin and locked my head in a position to watch Isaiah. “Don’t look away.”

  I was searching for a witty version of I wasn’t planning on it, when Kane shoved his hand past my waistband. The rough denim pressed against my skin, drawing tighter as he dipped his fingers between my legs. I gasped when he brushed my slit and slipped easily along the path.

  “When you told us how wet you got”—he dipped near my opening and back toward my clit, but never touched either one—“I thought it was just internet dirty talk.” He slid inside me just enough to tease, before gliding back up again. “But fuck, you’re soaked. I want to feel you wrapped around me soon.”

  Each time he drew close to my swollen button, I whimpered and tried to push nearer to his touch. The way he held me made it difficult, but the response was instinct. Isaiah watched us through half-closed eyes, his speed increasing with each desperate sound I made. Geez, that was sexy, watching him masturbate because of us. Losing myself in Kane’s touch and at the same time imagining it was me, stroking Isaiah’s cock.

  “When you finish yourself off, do you drag it out, or make it fast?”

  Embarrassment raced through me, mingling with everything else and making me hyper aware of his touch. “It’s always fast. So no one hears.” I wasn’t ashamed of it, but I hated that I’d put myself in relationships where finishing myself off quickly and quietly became status quo.

  “That’s too bad.” He brushed my clit, and a cry tore from my throat. “I love the sounds you make when you’re turned on. I want more.”

  “That makes two of us,” I managed, before he honed in on my sex again.

  Already lost in everything surrounding us, I was so close to climax, I almost came when he lingered for more than a second. He eased off again when my gasps became shorter and my voice louder.

  Isaiah clenched his jaw. He was getting close as well. I could see it in the heave of his chest. Hear it in his grunts. His gaze never left me. “My second favorite sound in the world is you, coming. It’s even better in person.” His words were labored, punctuated with grunts as he stroked himself faster.

  “First favorite?” My question faded into another strangled cry when Kane lingered on my clit longer. Waves of pleasure lapped at my senses.

  “Hearing both you and Isaiah at the same time.” Kane wrapped his fingers around my button, never letting my attention stray from Isaiah’s face, holding me captive with bound arms and still-fastened jeans. He rubbed hard and fast, easing off for only a second, each time my cries grew louder. He finally applied more pressure, drawing out my climax, stroking me until I screamed and my pussy clenched and my legs wobbled. He held me upright, not easing off. Isaiah leaned his head back with a groan and bucked against his touch, his cum shooting out and covering his own hand.

  It wasn’t until he shuddered and stopped, that Kane eased off. He let go of my chin and dropped his hand to my stomach, pulled me back into his chest, and held me. His kisses were tender and alluring against the bare skin of my shoulder.

  The tension in my neck eased when he finally undid my bindings. I rolled my shoulders, to get sensation back. I pulled his hand from my pants and raised his fingers to my lips, to suck him clean one digit at a time. He moaned, his erection digging into my ass and teasing me each time I flicked my tongue over another pad.

  Isaiah grabbed a handful of tissue from the nightstand and cleaned himself up.

  “Worth it?” Kane moved his lips along my bare back, right below my neck.

  “God, yes.” I was finally catching my breath.

  “I meant what I said earlier.” He undid the button on my jeans and dragged down the zipper. “I want to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kane helped me balance long enough to toe off my sneakers, then scraped the rest of my clothing down my legs. I heard the rapid click of a zipper, and what sounded like foil tearing. Hand on the small of my back, he pushed me forward. I caught myself on the bed, weight resting on my palms. He grabbed my hips and urged me forward, until I knelt on the mattress on all fours.

  “Gorgeous ass.” He caressed the curve, before slapping it hard enough to sting.

  I bit my lip but couldn’t hold back my whimper of pleasure.

  “Sexy voice.” He shoved two fingers inside me, spreading me open and making me arch my back. “Tight, wet pussy.” He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and bent enough to kiss me. “Amazing mind.” He pulled his fingers out of me. “Absolutely perfect.”

  He let go of my head and grabbed my hip. With no other warning, he plunged his cock deep inside me, stretching and filling me. I thought I was spent, but each new thrust drew me back into the sensations a little more. The mattress shifted, almost throwing me off balance, but Kane didn’t let up on the steady, deep pounding. He grabbed my throat and pulled me half upright. His fingers gripped tight enough I couldn’t ignore the possession, but not so much I wanted to pull away.

  Isaiah knelt in front of me. He nibbled at my bottom lip, then traced his tongue along the tender skin, before pressing his mouth to mine. It was enough to steal my breath, and Kane’s grip kept me from completely finding it again. It was the right amount of pressure on my windpipe for my thoughts to float in a pleasant cloud. Kane dug into my hip with his other hand, slamming inside me harder the more Isaiah deepened the kiss. My whimpers were weak, vanishing into his mouth.

  Each time Kane drove deeper, he struck a spot that flared with intense pleasure, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and incredible.

  Isaiah pushed me upright more. Black spots hovered at the edge of my vision, dancing in time with the demanding pace Kane set. When Isaiah dropped his hand between my thighs to stroke my still-tender clit, I clenched tight around Kane’s cock. Instinct told me to pull away, but even if they didn’t have me trapped, I wanted to ride this out. Kane tightened his grip on my throat, but not enough to limit my breathing further.

  “Fuck, Andi.” His words were jagged, tearing with each new push inside me. “The fantasy was never this good. Not even close.”

  Even if my mouth weren’t otherwise occupied, I wouldn’t have the brainpower to reply. Isaiah stroked my clit hard and fast, pushing me past too much. The stimulation mingled with Kane’s movement, filling my thoughts and forcing climax over me, until it rolled through every inch of my body. I had to break away from Isaiah’s kiss and draw in more air, to scream in pleasure when I came. And still they didn’t let up.

  Kane squeezed my hip tighter, as his thrusts grew frantic and shallow. He grunted and slammed his pelvis against my ass, until he let out a drawn out groan of orgasm, and slowed to a stop.

  He eased out of me, then collapsed on the bed and pulled me back into him. My legs were grateful for the relief, and my throat and lungs burned with the rush of oxygen. I couldn’t focus on anything besides the comfort of his arm around me.

  Isaiah lay in front of me. He rested his hand on the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. “We’re so lucky you’re here.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling more relaxed than I had in days. “Me too. I mean…”

  Kane laughed and gave me a light squeeze. “We get it.”

  ****

  We were up half the night, laughing, talking, not gaming, and only getting dressed when Kane ordered dinner and had to answer the door.

  The next morning, Isaiah almost proved all three of us could fit in the shower, but no one really got clean. After a few minutes of giggling and groping, I reluctantly convinced him it wasn’t going to happen. At least not in this shower, if we intended to do more than feel each other up.

  If we’d made it to the competition finals, we would have been expected downstairs early, for a grueling match meant to test the mettle of the final eight. Instead, we took our time with breakfast and trying to decide what we wanted to do with our last free day, before we had to go home.

  None of us had figured out a solution to that yet. I didn’t
have a place to live when I got back, but it wasn’t as if I could pick up and move to Chicago. Until I got financing for the cookies, I had to keep my day job.

  “We’ll hook up on long weekends,” Isaiah promised. “And you’re never more than a message away.”

  “I know. But it’s not the same.” I was trying to keep a positive outlook, but it bummed me out to have to put that much distance between us so soon. My phone chimed, cutting into the conversation. It was Julie.

  Crap, I was supposed to call her back this morning. I gave the guys an apologetic smile, and answered. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t. I’m never, ever letting you go on vacation with those guys again, if it means you keep forgetting about me.” Her voice was loud enough I had to hold the receiver away from my ear.

  Kane and Isaiah both watched me with raised brows and curious amusement. Julie didn’t sound pissed though, so much as high strung and frustrated.

  “I really am sorry. I…” I was going to have to explain all of this to her. That might take some time. I might convince the guys to stop in Omaha long enough to meet her and show her internet people were, in fact, real. Images of the last few days flashed through my mind, vivid and graphic and complete with sensory input, and heat filled me. Some more real than others. That wasn’t why she called though, and taking care of business was important. “The answer is no,” I said.

  “Andi.” A hint of pleading leaked into her voice. “Downtown, historical Boston. We aren’t going to find another opportunity this incredible, especially if we want a storefront in a big city.”