“Pancakes,” Beck answers.
They’re stacked on a plate on the kitchen counter, a bottle ofmaple syrup waiting next to it along with a bowl of fresh fruit. I offer a slow, appreciative nod.
“I feel downright spoiled,” I admit.
“That’s the whole point,” Leo says and comes closer.
I’m still leaning into Dax’s side, one arm loosely hung around his waist, when Leo reaches me and cups my cheek with one hand.
“Oh, okay,” I manage as he beckons me to look up at him. I steal a sideways glance at Dax, unsure of what my reaction should be.
“Unless, of course, you want to pass,” Leo says. “That’s always an option.”
“I–I don’t know.”
“What do you want, Olivia?” Dax asks me. “There’s no wrong answer, I promise.”
Right, because they share their women. I have the power of decision, though. It’s up to me.
What do I want?
I peer into Leo’s warm, dark brown eyes. I can almost see my reflection in them—my hair, a blonde wavy mess. Coming in with a confident smile and a devilish glare, Beck reaches out, his finger moving gently down my arm.
His touch is subtle, yet it causes a fire to light up in my core.
My engines purr to life.
“I want to see what it’s like,” is my conclusion, uttered with a trembling yet excited voice. It’s allthey need.
Dax kisses me first, if only to ease me into what follows, as Leo takes over.
His lips are soft and warm. His tongue, curious and playful.
I taste the hint of coffee, a soft moan escaping my throat as he touches my bare neck. I barely have a moment to recover when Beck claims my mouth next. He’s hungry and possessive, damn near crushing me under the weight of his arousal.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he whispers, then tugs at my towel.
I gasp as it falls off, revealing my naked, wanting body.
I remain still, almost breathless.
“God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Leo says and pulls me into another kiss. They take slow and lazy turns teasing my mouth, crumbling whatever defenses I may have left.
My heart skips one too many beats, and I feel a tad lightheaded as they nudge me closer to the solid wood table by the window. Dax pushes the napkin holder aside, letting it fall onto one of the chairs while Leo props me on the edge.
“How does this work?” I ask, looking at them with sparkling curiosity.
“You just need to let go of your inhibitions,” Dax replies. “We’ll handle the rest.”
I’m about to say that I don’t know what inhibitions he’s talking about, but then he grabs a handful of my breast, his lips closing around the perky, pink nipple, while Beck takes over my mouth and Leo playfully bites into my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as a myriad of sensations come over me.
They’re three times more effective when they’re together, I swiftly realize. And I’m putty in their capable hands as they explore me, peeling away my layers until they can get to the soft, gooey center of my being.
Dax smiles as he gently nudges me to lie back on the table.
At the same time, Leo and Beck take over my breasts, teasing each with their tongues and lips. Beck takes it a step further and lets his teeth sink in while his hand moves over my belly.
