A soft click penetrated both the sexual haze clouding Beau’s mind and the thighs that covered his ears, but he ignored it anyway. Pretty easy to do when he was about three seconds away from having a mouthful of sweet pussy. Jasmine was hot and clearly ready for action. Her hips twitched, urging him closer and he smiled.

“C-Can I come in?”

Beau sat up and turned to see Quinn standing there in a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top. He tried to answer, but his vocal cords were frozen so he just nodded. What the hell was she doing there?

A second later, Rex was standing behind her. He looked like someone had just kicked him in the balls. “Hey, love. What’s going on?”

Quinn whipped her head around and gasped. “Shit, Rex, you scared me. I thought you were both in here. I wanted to know if…” She paused, and her throat worked restlessly. “If I could come in. But—”

“Yes,” Rex said in a voice so soft, Beau wondered if he imagined it.

Apparently, it had been loud enough for Jasmine to hear.

“Wait, what the hell is happening? He said he didn’t want to get in on this. And what’s she doing in here?” Jasmine’s lovely voice had gotten shrill and Beau suddenly wished her clit was a mute button instead.

Rex ignored Jasmine and kept his gaze trained on Quinn. “Tell me what you want to do, love.”

Beau didn’t breathe as he waited for her answer. “I’d…I’d like to join you guys.”

She stepped into the room then turned to close the door behind her. This time, the click was deafening.

Oh hell yeah.

Beau’s cock jerked as the possibilities ran through his mind. He moved to stand, but Rex had already led Quinn into the room.

Rex reached out to push the purple lock of hair from her eye. “You sure?”

The words were heavy with more than just that one question and Beau wanted to pop him in the mouth. This was their chance to finally be with Quinn and here went Rex, trying to fuck it up.

“I’m sure. And tomorrow it’s back to friends.”

Rex gave a slow nod and they both turned to face him.

“Beau?” she asked. He could deal with that. “I’m in.”

“Well I’m not. I’m not into women, you know. This isn’t what I signed on for,” Jasmine said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She yanked her dress back into place and stared down at him with a challenge in her eye.

Bad move.

“That’s fair. You can grab your stuff and I’ll get one of the crew to walk you back to your car.”

“Fine then. Maybe Rusty will find me a little more interesting.” She bent to grab her shoes and walked out in search of their road manager.

“Sorry,” Quinn called a split second after the door slammed. Beau grinned at her. She didn’t sound sorry.

“Are you mad at me? I kind of cock-blocked you.”

“Nah, darlin’. I didn’t get cock-blocked. I got upgraded, and Rusty is gonna be one happy son of a bitch,” he said with a chuckle as he stood. “Wouldn’t have been fair to her anyway. Once you stepped in the room, I couldn’t focus on anything but you.”

She gave him a shaky smile then turned to face Rex.

“Ready?” she whispered. He nodded and slid his arms around her.

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

* * *

Rex sucked a breath in through his nose. Her scent hit him hard, cherries and almonds, right in the gut. Every time he got a whiff of her handmade soap when he was in the shower, he’d get an instant hard-on. It was even more potent on her and up close. The softness of her mouth was so sweet, her lips so luscious, he was stunned for a second.

Off balance, he leaned forward. Heat sizzled through him as his bare chest brushed against her breasts. Her nipples peaked, the tight buds branding him. Blood rushed in his ears as her tongue slipped between his lips and a dam broke inside him. He thrust his hand into her hair, anchoring her mouth to his as he put every ounce of feeling into that kiss.

She moaned low in her throat and plastered herself to him. His cock throbbed as he closed his hand over her hip, letting her feel his need. Grinding against him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth.

“You guys coming over here or what?” a low voice drawled. They broke apart, panting.

And there’s the rub.

He had to share her. That’s what she was here for. That’s what they’d agreed to. Her taste still on his lips, he nodded. “Yeah, we’re coming.” He took Quinn’s trembling hand and they walked over to the bed.

“Hey, darlin’,” Beau said as he stood then pulled Quinn close to his chest. “Don’t be nervous, we’re going to take real good care of you.”

She smiled then, some of the tension seeming to drain out of her. “You’re pretty confident there, darlin’.”

Beau was good at that, making people feel comfortable. Maybe this would work out all right after all. Beau leaned down to kiss her and Rex let go of her hand and looked away. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t.

“You’re so sexy,” Beau whispered.

Rex tried not to look, but he just couldn’t help himself. He turned to see Quinn sliding out of her boxers as Beau watched. She straightened, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head.

Her bare breasts spilled forward from the tight confines of the shirt. They were perfectly shaped for a man’s hands, his hands, and he ached to touch them. Rosy nipples stood firm in stark relief against her ivory skin. It took all he had not to leap on her and take one into his mouth and suck.

“Fuck,” he ground out.

Before he could move, Beau reached out and cupped one perfect breast. Quinn moaned and Rex tried not to flinch. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back. She wore only the tiniest pair of black bikini underwear and he could see the narrow strip of hair beneath the lace. Lace that Beau was probably a minute from touching.

He swallowed hard. It was sink or swim. This was an opportunity to touch and love the woman he was crazy about and instead he was standing there talking himself out of it. So it wasn’t perfect. What was in life? It was still better than never having had her at all.

He lifted his hand to Quinn and slid his fingertips across her other nipple. Her eyes flicked open and her head snapped forward. “I knew that was you,” she whispered. “You both feel so different.” Her voice was full of wonder and curiosity.

“It’s me,” he murmured. He traced the slope of her breast as if he was painting her then back around to tease the peak. She arched her back, her breath catching in her throat.

“God, I love that fucking sound.”

And if he had his way, she was going to be making it over and over.

* * *

Quinn stared at the two men before her and took a second to catch her breath. Beau, charming, thickly muscled, with those angelic curls and that dimple lighting his face. Rex, dark, intense, gaze drilling into hers, his body lean and defined. They were so different, like Alabama sunshine and Kentucky moonshine. A shiver ran through her as she wondered if the combination might be too potent for her to handle. Then Rex kissed her, and her fear disintegrated under the power of his sensual assault.

He kissed her as if he’d never have the chance again, pouring every ounce of passion into the act. His tongue swept against hers, urging her to respond. She whimpered and leaned into him, pressing her naked chest against his. The heat radiating from him seeped into her, warming her very bones. She pulled back slightly and twisted in his arms, the light sprinkle of hair on his chest abrading her nipples.

“You feel so good to me,” he groaned into her mouth.

Fingers trailed along her spine, down to her ass. “Beautiful,” Beau whispered as he palmed one cheek. He molded his big body to her back and she felt every rock-hard inch of him. His cock lay firm against her lower back and she arched toward it. Beau slid his hand to grip her hip, pulling her more tightly against him.

Rex’s mouth left hers and blazed a path of burning kisses down her jaw to her neck and then finally to her swollen, aching breasts. He latched on to a nipple and she gasped. He sucked hard, almost to the point of pain, before soothing her with just the tip of his tongue. A rush of wetness flooded her pussy and suddenly she was desperate to have him inside her. She speared her fingers into his hair and anchored him to her, wordlessly begging for more. He groaned his approval and drew her into his mouth again.

She reached between them then slipped a hand down the front of his pants and curled a hand around his cock. He was long, thick and hard and she murmured in satisfaction. He froze in place at her touch as she learned him with her hand, stroking upward then running her thumb over the swollen head of his cock. A bead of moisture trickled out and she worked it over the tip.

Rex clutched at her hips almost frantically, his iron grip the source of pleasure and pain. A thrill coursed through her with the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

A strong hand on her shoulders and suddenly she was turned around, facing Beau. He angled closer and kissed her. He’d no sooner pressed his lips to hers when Rex’s arms came around her waist. He played over her rib cage, tracing a path down her abdomen. She forgot to breathe as his fingertips hovered over her pubic bone.

Warm breath fanned her nape, followed by a sharp nip of teeth, and then he was there. Covering her needy mound with his hand, cupping and squeezing her through the barely there lace.

Beau swallowed her moan and she pressed backward, rewarded with the feel of Rex’s cock wedged hard against her lower back.

“Lie on the bed,” Rex said into her ear, then pinched her lobe between his teeth.

She slipped from between them and obeyed his command, lying flat on her back. Rex stripped off his pants and both men climbed in, flanking her. Rex took her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless as Beau bent to her breast and lifted it to his greedy mouth for a suck.

Each trailed a hand down her torso, over her stomach, making a beeline for her panties as if that bit of lace was a trophy of some kind. A rip and a tug then the tattered treasure was shared between them and she was laid bare. The cool air against her heat was delicious.

Rex’s lips left hers as he moved down the bed to take her other nipple in his mouth.

He and Beau began to suck, almost in time, as two fingers thrust into her pussy.

“Oh God.” She bit her lip to keep from screaming as those clever digits pounded in and out while the hot mouths devoured her.

Another hand followed the path of the first but stopped to run hard fingers over the soft, plump flesh covering her sex. She arched forward, helpless to stop herself.

“Do you want to come, love?” Rex murmured, nipping the sensitive tip of her breast as he spoke.

“Yes. Please, yes.”

He closed his teeth over her nipple and slipped his hand lower, to play over her slick clit. First, slowly, gently, then faster, harder against the ever tightening nub between her thighs. Then all hell broke loose. Her vision blurred as a third finger plunged into her soaking heat, fucking her hard as fingertips worked her clit in a sublime rhythm. The hearts of both men pounded against her sides as they nipped and licked at her breasts. Too much…it was too much.

“I-I—Fuck! God, don’t stop,” she cried. Her inner walls started to spasm, clenching and releasing as the climax slammed through her. Her back bowed as she rode the wave that seemed to go on forever. Shock waves still racked her as Beau and Rex pulled away.

“Nice,” Beau breathed.

She turned to face Rex and her heart skipped. His face was set in stone, his jaw working as he struggled for control. He didn’t speak, but she knew he was close to losing it. The warm tendrils of satisfaction threatening to suck her under instantly morphed into a molten river of lust.

“Top or bottom?” Beau asked.

“Top,” Rex barked. Beau paused for a second before shrugging.

“Wh-what does that mean?” Quinn asked. Blood pounded in her temples as she waited breathlessly for their answer.

Rex didn’t respond, he just made his way to the foot of the bed.

“In this case, it means Rex is going to fuck you while you suck my dick. It could also describe the dynamic of a double penetration. You know, who’s getting the front door, who’s getting the back…” He grinned as her eyes widened.

She tried to sit up but Beau pressed a hand to her shoulder, easing her back down. “Oh. Well, I don’t think—”

“That’s not for today, darlin’. Relax and let us please you.”

“Lie on your stomach. I’ll be right there, I’ve got to get a condom,” Rex said. His tone was clipped and urgent.

Disappointment snaked through her. She wanted to feel all of him. “Do you use them all the time?”

Both men barked out a laugh and Rex answered for the two of them.

“Non- negotiable in our line of work.” He paused. “Until now.”

She met his gaze and shuddered under the weight of his stare.

“I’m clean, I’m on the Pill and haven’t been with anyone in—well, let’s just say a very long time. If you’re comfortable…”

He nodded.

“Oh hell yeah. I’m more than comfortable. And I hope you know neither of us would put you at risk that way if it was even a possible concern.”

“Then let’s.”

She didn’t want anything between them.

Fighting the urge to cover herself, she rolled onto her stomach, the anxiety ratcheting higher even as her pussy fluttered with anticipation.

“Is this how you want me?”

Rex didn’t answer so she peered over her shoulder. His gaze was glued to her backside and he was nodding. Modesty melted under the heat of his gaze. She lifted herself onto all fours and wriggled her hips to give him a bit of a show. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“You’re going to kill me.”

Rex sounded so resigned she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Laugh now, but believe me, I’m not going down alone,” he added.

The words, spoken with the solemnity of a vow, made her tingle all over and the laughter faded.

Beau threaded his hand into her hair and turned her to face him. “I want to feel your mouth on me so bad, darlin’. Will you open for me?”

Quinn licked her lips, nerves assailing her. She flicked a glance to Rex who stared back, his gaze penetrating.

“Yes.” She leaned in to swipe at the head with her tongue. Beau gasped and the fingers in her hair tightened. She craned her neck to get closer, take him deep. And then Rex was spreading her pussy wide, probing with the head of his cock, driving hard until she was filled to bursting. Lights exploded behind her eyelids and she let out a shout, muffled by Beau’s swollen cock.

“You wanna warn somebody next time?” Beau asked dryly as he drew back. “That could’ve been ugly. I’m going to give her a minute to get used to you.”

Beau’s warm hand slid down her back, then underneath her to close over her breast. He plucked at her nipple, sending a jolt straight to her core.

“Oh God!”

“You like that, darlin’?”

Rex muttered incoherently behind her and began working her pussy with short, wild thrusts. She slammed her hips back hard. “Come on, please, deeper.”

Rex’s fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave behind a reminder, and she reveled in that thought. Tomorrow those marks would be all she had left of this night. She didn’t want to think about that, so she rubbed her forehead against Beau’s palm when he brushed her hair off her forehead.

“Damn, you’re so fine.”

Beau’s hand on her breast slid down her stomach to her pussy. “Yes,” she hissed, as his fingers found her clit.

Rex drew back and slid forward, this time nice and slow. Quinn felt every glorious inch of him and her blood soared with the sensation. She pressed her cheek into the sheet, letting the cloth cool her fiery skin. Gripping the top of the mattress, she arched her back, luring him deeper.

“You’re so wet,” Beau groaned as he massaged her slick little nub. His movements became faster, more demanding, even as Rex’s thrusts became longer, stronger, deeper.

“Oh I’m going to come!”

Both men made low sounds of approval as the storm gathered. The blood rushed to her ears as her pussy clutched Rex tighter. She rocked against him, a touch away from ecstasy. Then Beau flicked his fingers and Rex plunged so deep, she saw stars.

The orgasm crashed over her as she exploded, crying out. Her whole body quaked as her pussy gripped Rex’s thick cock, sucking at it, urging him to follow. He was still buried to the hilt, but his thrusts had subsided as her body quieted. She could feel the tension in him, his fingers still punishing her hips, his body trembling against hers.

Dimly, she was aware of harsh breathing close to her ear. “That was fucking beautiful,” Beau whispered.