Page 137 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
Tom missed the slight wince his words provoked from Andrew, but Amy didn’t. She wasn’t sure how to handle that information. Not that it mattered. She couldn’t be his girlfriend. Time and geography were not on her side. But she couldn’t help wondering why Andrew was reluctant to fall in love, to get close to someone. From all Harper had said over the past year, she knew Andrew loved his sister intensely. So why was he resistant to letting those emotions carry over to someone else?
Andrew stepped closer, pulling her shirt over her head before she could consider his actions or the consequences of them. It was an evasion—pure and simple. The conversation was over.
It didn’t matter. She was ready for this.
Her heart skipped a beat when Tom came up behind her, his hands gripping her bare waist, his lips lightly kissing the side of her neck.
Andrew watched her, studied her reactions. She smiled as she ran her hand along his chest. Slipping loose the buttons on his shirt, Andrew pulled it off so she could touch bare skin.
Tom unfastened her bra, letting the lace fall to the floor. Amy shivered slightly when he reached around her, touching her breasts, toying with her tight nipples.
“God,” she said on a hushed breath.
Andrew smiled. “You’re so fucking sexy, Amy.”
She lifted her hands to his shoulders. “Kiss me.”
Andrew complied, bending to press his lips against hers as Tom continued to play with her breasts. Andrew cupped her cheeks in his large, strong palms, turning her head to deepen the kiss. She’d never tasted such passion. For a moment, she actually felt lightheaded.
Tom’s hands drift lower, moving to the back once more as his fingers worked to lower the zipper on her leather skirt. Then he tugged the tight material over her hips. Amy kicked it off when it hit the floor. She was completely naked except for her G-string and heels.
Tom’s hands ran over her bare buttocks. When his fingers traced the thin strap of her G-string along her slit and discovering her secret, he groaned. “Jesus, Andrew. What the fuck?”
His amazed tone distracted Andrew, who released her lips. She winked at him and he grinned. “So basically you only followed one of my instructions for tonight.”
She shrugged. “Yep. But I figured it was the one that really mattered.”
Tom stopped touching her, so she glanced over her shoulder. He was giving Andrew an odd look. “She disobeyed you by coming here. Should we punish her?”
Andrew shook his head quickly. “No. I’ll take care of the punishment later.”
Tom frowned. “But?—”
“I said I’d handle it, Tom.”
Confusion filled Tom’s eyes, but he dropped the subject. “Why don’t we move this party to the bed?”
Amy swallowed heavily. Bloody hell. She was really going to do this, wasn’t she? She kept waiting for panic to set in, but her damn libido had kicked that emotion to the curb. She led the way to the bed, soaking up the sound of both men chuckling behind her.
“Anxious, Amy?” Andrew asked.
She threw him a sexy grin over her shoulder. “Very. So hurry up.”
Tom scowled but Andrew didn’t take offense at her haughty demand. Instead, he walked over and placed a none-too-gentle smack on her arse. “Behave, wildcat.”
She closed her eyes, trying to think of something else saucy to say to get him to spank the other cheek.
Before she could come up with a witty reply, Andrew’s hand pressed on her shoulder. “Bend over. Let’s get that plug out of you, so we can fill you up with something a bit warmer. Like me.”
She let Andrew push her forward until her elbows hit the mattress. Then he tapped on her inner ankles, indicating he wanted her to spread her legs. She complied as both men stepped behind her. Her body grew warm as she considered exactly what she was displaying.
“God fucking dammit,” Tom muttered. “What an ass.”
She giggled, the sound provoked by equal portions of nerves and delight. She’d never felt sexy back home. She’d grown up with most of the available men on the station. As a result, they didn’t seem able to look beyond the little girl she’d been to notice the woman she’d become.
Andrew’s hand stroked her arse before pulling her G-string aside and grasping the end of the plug. He slowly pulled it out as Amy fought not to squirm with pleasure. He was going to take her there. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down, her patience ebbing. She wanted him now.
Athunkbehind her told her Andrew had dropped the plug to the floor. Maybe she wasn’t the only one struggling to go slowly.
