I know things got out of hand on the dance floor. Wild and uncontrolled, we worked ourselves to a feverish pitch. As I hang upside down over Cole’s shoulder, my fingers tingle with the need to touch. A fluttering ache persists in my chest, and there’s another, more demanding heartbeat throbbing between my legs.
But Cole and Trace can’t possibly intend to do anything about it. Not in the ways I fantasized during the ride home.
They don’t share.
Cole carries me into the bedroom and drops me on the bed. I land on my back, and he follows me down. His expression is pure wanton lust, his hands like supercharged static as he pulls on my dress and hikes it up my hips.
I twist, seeking Trace, but he’s already here, falling on me with ferocious caresses and a starving mouth.
“You’re not—” I gasp at the sharp scrape of Cole’s teeth against my butt. “We can’t—”
Trace devours my words, plunging his tongue past my lips and swallowing my air.
I squirm and writhe between them, sawing my legs together, desperate to be fucked while struggling to slam on the brakes.
Cole works my dress over my chest, my head, and off, leaving me completely bare. Then his hands are everywhere, stroking my hips, my thighs, and between my legs while Trace kisses me breathless. Their hot mouths and impatient fingers flood me with warmth and loosen my knees. I want…
We can’t do this. They’ll resent me. They’ll hate each other.
I try to break the kiss, but Trace presses closer, harder, tangling our tongues. I try to wriggle away, but I’m outmatched, overpowered.
Four hands.
Two mouths.
One of me.
Cole moves down my body, licking and nuzzling my hips as he caresses me from chest to toes. When Trace releases my lips to suckle my neck, I find my voice.
“Why are you doing this? You’ll regret—”
Trace grips my throat in an iron fist. “Shut the fuck up.”
His tone, the gravelly heat in his growl, I’m a slave to it.
I scratch at the collar of his hand, and he lightens the pressure just enough to allow breath.
“Do something for me.” Cole climbs over me, his fingers sliding over the fly of his jeans to free the button.
I whimper, flicking my gaze between him and Trace.
“Get out of your goddamn head and enjoy this.” Cole yanks off his shirt and attacks my breast with tongue and teeth.
Trace releases my throat and moves to my chest, licking and sucking my other breast. My hands fly to their heads, holding them to me and pushing them away as my entire world comes undone in a crashing wave of need.
Enjoy this.
That isn’t the problem. What freaks me out is the regret I’ll see in their eyes tomorrow morning. There are so many conflicting thoughts pounding in my head, but I need to remember we’re all adults. No one is here against his will. They’re controlling this, and whether or not they thought through it, they’re committed to it.
Inching down my body, Cole palms my ass, squeezes my thighs, and slides his hand between my legs, spreading the moisture. Trace tears off his shirt and returns to my mouth, kneading my breasts with strong fingers. Then he lifts on his knees, and I watch with ragged breaths as he unzips his pants and strips the last of the clothes from his body.
His erection jerks inches from my face, and my mouth waters with a rush of saliva. He’s beautifully endowed, swollen and long with a flared head beading with pre-come.
Kneeling beside my head, he angles over me and rests the tip against my lips. I dart out my tongue, savoring his salty taste as Cole grips my thighs and hooks them around his shoulders. Then he lowers his head and buries his tongue, licking me aggressively.
“Fuck!” My back bows, and my heart slams out of control.
The instant my mouth opens on a choked gasp, Trace shoves in his cock.
OhmyGod, OhmyGod. This is happening.
I suck hungrily, slurping along his shaft and gripping the base in my fist. Then we’re rocking, grinding, licking, and groping. They are muscle and flesh, passion and sin, flexing and burning beneath my greedy fingers. They surround me, consume me, twisting us into a tangle of sweaty limbs and shameless self-indulgence.
There are so many hands on my body I’m delirious beneath the sensations. I’ve never seen them this worked up, this desperate to fuck. They don’t look at each other, yet somehow, they avoid each other’s touches.
As I swallow and suck Trace’s cock, Cole’s head moves between my legs. He closes his eyes and groans, his jaw grinding against me and tongue plunging with wicked strokes.
Trace shoves a hand in my hair, gripping my head. Then he rolls to his back and takes me with him. I fall to my side, curled around Trace’s leg with my cheek on his abs as he drives himself into my mouth.
My legs tangle around Cole’s shoulders, and he repositions, running his hands up and down my thighs and lifting my ass toward his face. Restraining me in his unbending grip, he spreads me open and sinks his fingers deep inside.
I buck against the penetration, moaning around the cock in my mouth. Trace growls and reaches for my chest, pinching the ever-loving hell out of my nipple. With an anguished moan, I lick up and down his shaft. Suck hard on the head. Clamp a fist around him. Jerk him off. Make him grunt and grind against me.
The heaving of their breaths reverberates through the room. Their hands are rough and ruthless, their bodies hard and demanding. They can seduce my mind, make love to my flesh, and enslave my soul. I’m already theirs.
Affectionate fingers stroke through my hair, tangling and straightening. Trace. A nimble thumb finds my clit, circling and pinching without apology. Cole. Together, they surge a trail of tingles from my head to my toes, making me restless, fevered, and insanely turned on.
Cole leans up and removes his jeans. I watch him over my shoulder as he kneels behind me, his thick cock jutting from between powerful thighs, engorged and ready.
I meet his smoldering eyes and shiver. He’s going to fuck me. Right now, while I’m sucking off Trace.
Trace lifts me, adjusting my body on hands and knees between his legs. Then he cradles my face and holds me with his gaze in the space of a breathless moment.
Seduction isn’t a kiss or a touch. It’s this. The mystery and intelligence in his eyes. The connection they reinforce. The intoxication of feeling the depth of his emotions. He undresses our skin and strips us down to our souls until we’re bared to each other in every way, until his love fills my ribcage so completely it becomes the life force that pumps my heart.
Then he blinks, breaking the spell and lowering his attention to my lips.
“Open up, my tiny dancer.” With an unyielding hand on my head, he guides my mouth onto his waiting cock.
Pressing past my lips, he sinks slowly, hot and heavy on my tongue. He pushes deep, deeper, and holds me on him as my throat relaxes around the invasion. I breathe through it, my thoughts drifting to Cole right before he cups my breast and squeezes the tight nipple. I groan for more and lift my ass, spreading wider in invitation.
On his knees behind me, he fits himself against my opening and rams, hard and mercilessly, inside me.
Goddamn, I feel that—the stretch, the savage burn. It’s been months. Three months? Four? I don’t even know, but it’s been just as long for Cole. Longer for Trace. He hasn’t come in me since the night before Cole returned from the grave.
Cole gives me a few seconds to adjust. I hover my mouth over Trace’s cock, afraid I might bite him as I brace for the brutish way Cole fucks.
With a sharp exhale, Cole lets go, pounding deep, hammering hard, gripping my ass, smacking it, panting, and grunting something fierce. Trace sits up and shifts to his knees, mirroring Cole’s position behind me. With a hand collaring my throat, he shoves himself into my mouth, thrusting slower than Cole but no less hard.
I suck him with everything I have while reaching up his chest toward his face. He clamps his fingers around mine, holding our hands against his heart.
Then they fuck me, tugging at my hair and pinning my body between the force of their need. It’s depraved. Filthy. Perfect. Everything I imagined it would be.
Cole picks up the pace, holding tight to my hips as he stabs into me, over and over. Licking up and down Trace’s length, I stare up into fathomless eyes and melt beneath their scorching heat.
“Be right back.” Cole pulls out and leaves the bed.
I turn my neck to watch him prowl gloriously nude toward the bathroom, but Trace jerks me back and drags me up his chest.
“Show me how perfectly we fit together.” His timbre scratches as he arranges my legs to straddle his hips.
I move without hesitation, positioning his cock and sliding down slowly, relishing every long inch. His mouth falls open, and his chin lifts, the cords in his neck stretching against his skin. I roll my hips, and he groans, eyes closed as pleasure sweeps across his expression. Fucking gorgeous.
Cole returns from the bathroom with a tube of lube and pauses beside the bed, watching Trace move inside me.
Nerves creep in, coiling my stomach. I can’t imagine what it must be like for him, seeing his ex-best friend balls-deep in the woman he wants to spend his life with. I press a hand against Trace’s hip, stalling his movements.
“Cole?” I sit up, and my inner muscles clench around Trace’s cock. “We can stop. We don’t have to—”
“Lie back down.” Cole grips his erection and strokes from root to tip. “Ass in the air.”
That’s what the lube’s for, of course. But is he going to take me there while Trace is still inside me? We should have a conversation about this, but as Cole moves in behind me, he seems to be more interested in the conversation between his finger and my rear entrance.
His touch presses in, and I gulp down a breath, writhing on Trace.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Cole slides his thumb toward my pussy, gathering my arousal and smearing it over my anus. “I don’t even need lube.”
“Yes, you do.” I glare at him over my shoulder and soften my voice. “I’ve never done this…” Double-penetration. My cheeks burn. I can’t even say it out loud. “Have you?”
He shakes his head, eyes on the finger working past my ring of muscle. What else can he see down there? The base of Trace’s cock stretching me open? His balls slapping against me?
“What about you?” I turn back to Trace.
“You’re my first and last.” He cradles my face with both hands, searching my eyes.
My chest squeezes. If I could have one wish, it would be to wake up tomorrow to the sound of their hearts beating happily against mine.
“Please, don’t regret this.” My breaths quicken as the lubed crown of Cole’s cock nudges against me, seeking entry.
“I would never regret being inside of you,” Trace says.
“Breathe, baby.” Cole leans over my back and trails kisses up my spine, his voice gruff. “Push against me.”
I let my lungs do what they’re supposed to do and crane my neck to check out the positioning. Trace’s legs are together behind me with Cole and me straddling his hips. They look comfortable…considering the circumstances. I turn back and press against Cole, without taking my eyes off Trace.
Pressure ignites a dull ache in my back opening, stretching and filling. Cole sinks deeper, his fingers biting against my hips. It doesn’t take long before the sting ripples into languid pleasure.
Cole bears down with gentle, shallow strokes, shooting supernova tingles through my sensitive tissues. It feels so damn good it’s almost too much. Too many sensations. Too much fullness.
Trace’s eyes tell me he feels it, too. He brushes the hair from my face and feathers his fingers down my neck, rocking against me in a hypnotic rhythm.
They’re inside me. Both of them. Physically. Emotionally. The mattress beneath me disintegrates and time ceases to exist. I only feel. Them, us, joined in a way I never thought would happen and may never happen again.
“How are you doing?” Cole brushes his lips against my back.
“I might die if you don’t move faster.”
I don’t have to ask twice. He rolls into a swift grind, sliding his cock in and out and matching the rhythm of Trace’s thrusts.
Trembling and boneless, I lean forward and rub my hands over the muscled physique beneath me. My hair falls around my face as I lick the grooved valley at the center of Trace’s chest, kissing and nuzzling, awash in bliss.
Cole’s scruffy whiskers and warm breaths caress my back as he fucks me slowly, teasingly, like he doesn’t want to rush it.
Focusing my attention on Trace, I memorize the sharp angles of his clean-shaved face. Golden hair, straight nose, kissable scowl—he’s irrationally beautiful with his soulful blue eyes studying me the way I study him.
“Are you good?” I pant breathlessly, gripping his shoulder against an onslaught of pleasure.
“Trying not to come.” A muscle flexes in his cheek.
“You need to hurry, baby.” Cole hooks an arm around my waist and yanks me to a sitting position.
With my back against Cole’s chest and my legs spread around Trace’s hips, my clit is exposed and throbbing. Trace presses a thumb against it, rubbing circles and applying precise, consistent pressure.
My head falls back on Cole’s shoulder, his mouth at my ear, letting me feel every hot moaning gasp as he strokes his cock in and out of me. Then he grips my jaw and yanks my mouth to his. The kiss is hard, wild, and all-consuming. It’s more than I can bear.
I plunge fast, breaking the kiss and screaming out. Powerful, violent, the orgasm cleaves through me, splitting me open and moving me in a profound state of oblivion. Stars blot my vision as they grind their hips, speed up the pace, and join me.
Panting breaths, groaning shouts, and fingers bruising my flesh, they come together, apart, whatever they may be. It’s glorious. Unforgettable. A dream in the flesh.
I collapse on Trace’s chest, light-headed and spent. Cole falls on his back beside me and drops a forearm across his eyes, breathing heavily past parted lips.
Trace cradles my cheek with a warm palm and strokes his thumb across my mouth. I kiss it, grasp his wrist, and hold on. I don’t want this to end. I’m afraid of what comes next.
“I hope you didn’t do this for me…for my birthday.” I glance at Cole and return to Trace. “Did you plan this?”
“No.” Trace untangles his hand from mine and rolls us to our sides. “It wasn’t planned.”
My head jerks back. Trace Savoy just engaged in an impulsive, unintentional threesome? How very free-spirited of him.
Cole shifts to the edge of the bed and grabs his shirt from the floor. With a hand on my shoulder, he pushes me to my back and uses the shirt to clean between my legs. He does the same with himself and tosses it. Not once does he glance at Trace. Maybe I’m imagining it, but the awkwardness is already creeping in.
“When we got home tonight, you both seemed to be on the same page.” I rest my head on Cole’s chest and a hook a leg around Trace’s thigh, desperate to keep us joined. “But you didn’t talk about it beforehand?”
“Not exactly.” Cole pets my hair, his breathing returning to normal.
“I made the decision in the car,” Trace says in an icy tone, at odds with the soothing way he caresses my thigh.
“Same.” Cole’s hand tightens in my hair.
They didn’t even look at each other in the car. Did they have a telepathic conversation? I have so many questions, but if I start interrogating them, this delicate peace between us will evaporate.
I lie still, absorbing the touch of fingers on my skin, the rasps of sated breaths, and thrum of love beating between us, knowing I’ll never find this with anyone but them.
Too soon, Trace lifts my leg off his, sits up, and captures my gaze.
“This was a one-time thing, Danni.” His eyes turn to frozen glass. “It will never happen again.”
My breath hitches, and my hackles bristle. “I didn’t ask for it. In fact, when I opened my mouth, you told me to shut the fuck up.”
“You didn’t have to ask for it.” He rises and strides toward the bathroom. “You wanted it.”
“Don’t do that to her,” Cole shouts, launching off the bed. “This isn’t her fault.”
Trace closes the door behind him and locks it, freezing us out.
Fault. There can only be fault if a mistake was made.
The shower sounds behind the door, and my chest turns to ice. I cover a hand over my mouth to stifle the quiver in my chin. Don’t you fucking cry, Danni. All the tears in the world won’t fix this.
“How did this happen?” I ask, more to myself than to Cole.
“That?” He points at the bathroom door and returns to the bed. “I don’t have time to list all his problems, but the one he suffers from the most begins with ass and ends with hole.”
“I’m serious, Cole.” It feels like my heart is sinking into my stomach.
Lying on his back, he pulls me into his arms and wraps the sheet around us. “Let it go.”
“No.” I snap my head up, glaring at him. “I can’t just…just chuck this in the fuck it bucket. What we’re doing to one another is heartbreaking.”
He returns my stare for a long moment before releasing a sigh. “I’m pretty sure he thought I was going to break the rules tonight.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.” He looks at me with unflinching eyes. “He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“If you can’t beat them, join them,” I mumble sadly.
“Or control them. He participated because he couldn’t fathom me making love to you without his almighty hand involved.”
I love Trace’s almighty hand and his control, but not at the risk of hurting him. “Did he tell you this?”
“I know him, baby. Better than you do.”
As I turn that over in my head, I kick myself for not being as perceptive as Cole. If I’d known Trace wasn’t acting purely on passion, I would’ve stopped it from happening. Or at least tried to stop it. I have a hard time saying no to them when it comes to sex. It’s just not in my DNA. I bend, yield, surrender, and they shine in the power it gives them. That’s why we’re so good together.
Braced on an elbow, I trace a finger along the ridges of his abs. “Did you want the threesome?”
“No.” His muscles tense beneath my touch. “I had to block him out of my mind the entire time.” He runs a hand down the length of my spine. “I agree with him on that point. I’ll never do it again.”
He doesn’t say that he regrets it, but it’s there in the creases around his mouth. It feels a slap in the face.
Maybe I’m just emotionally and physically drained, but I can’t hold the dam on my tears. They rise fast, spilling down my cheeks, but I keep the sounds trapped beneath rapid swallows.
“Why did you do it?” I whisper.
“Because I love you. I want you.”
“I don’t understand why you want anything to do with me. I’m a mess.”
“I’ll take you messy and crying and in love with another man.” He hugs me against his chest and rests his lips on my head. “I’ll take you anyway I can have you.”
“That’s just it. You shouldn’t have to.”
We fall quiet—a silence that brings everything into sharp focus. Seductive words, sexy dimples, arctic blue eyes, passion, and self-control… I fell in love with two men, went to war to keep them, and now it must end. Someone has to choose the break-up song and dance to the mournful melody, and that harrowing fate is meant for me.
I have to choose. Not in four months. I need to do it soon, within a week, and put us out of our misery. No more dragging my feet. No more waiting for some enlightening aha! moment. That’s never going to come. I just need to reach in and tear out part of my heart and be done with it.
After a while, Trace emerges from the bathroom and returns to bed in a pair of boxer briefs. He slides in behind me, aligning his body along the length of mine with my chest against Cole’s side and my head on his shoulder.
“Happy Birthday, Danni.” Trace kisses my neck, telling me with his lips that he loves me.
And I silently cry.