I bit back a groan at the bad innuendo. But Cara’s pupils flared, and my cock responded in kind. She shifted, revealing a touch more of herself, and I eyed her appreciatively. From the tips of her pale pink toes, up those shapely thighs that would squeeze me so good, to her rounded belly and generous breasts, I took in my fill. Even the slope of her shoulders had me captivated. I wanted to kiss a trail along the bare skin of her arm, where the spaghetti strap of her singlet had fallen, all the way up to her throat. She was braless, and knowing that only a single layer of soft material hid those gorgeous breasts pushed every one of my buttons.
I swallowed hard and bit my tongue to stop myself from tossing aside the tray and dragging that singlet down with my teeth.
After clearing my throat, I added, “But we’re not here to intrude. You wanted alone time, and I understand that. If you want us to leave—or just Hux—” I grinned wolfishly at him. “—then just say the word.”
Hux jabbed me in the side with his elbow, and I snorted out a laugh. “That’s the best you’ve got, Mr Hockey? You should be a soccer player. You couldn’t shove someone into the boards with those weak moves to save yourself.”
Hux sputtered out a laugh and replied, “It’s lucky we’re not on the ice, then, isn’t it?” He winked, relieved me of the tray one-handed before I could protest, and gestured with his chin toward Cara’s room. “Shall we?”
Cara blinked, looking at us wide-eyed, no doubt shocked by our familiarity, and she flushed. Colour crept over her chest to her throat and all the way up to her cheeks. When I shrugged, she bit her lip and giggled, the sound so sweet that I wanted to pound on my chest like a caveman and shout, “I did that.”
She opened the door to her room wider and whispered shyly, “Um, come in?”
“Seriously, we don’t have to stay,” I said in a low voice.
“No, ah… I’d like you to. Both of you.” She gestured at the bedroom with her thumb over her shoulder. Her hotel room wasn’t just a room. It was a full suite with a bedroom and sitting area with a huge flat-screen TV. There was a movie playing—something with Ryan Reynolds falling naked on top of… was that Sandra Bullock?—with the volume muted.
“Just let me get dressed.”
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“Please don’t,” Monroe murmured, catching my elbow with his rough hand. His touch sent shivers through me. Gooseflesh crept over my skin, and my nipples peaked. If he hadn’t realized I wasn’t wearing a bra, he did now.
With a low groan, Monroe stepped into my personal space, and with his free hand, he gently lifted my shoulder strap back into place. “You look beautiful, and we both want you comfortable.”
“I’m half-dressed,” I gasped, my face flaming. The fantasy that he’d strip me naked right here and do dirty, dirty things to me was strong. But in reality, I was super self-conscious. I didn’t do this. Heck, I’d never even invited a boy over, never mind into my room.
It was a good thing that Monroe was all man.
It was even better that he wasn’t alone. At least with the two of them here, I had a hope of resisting throwing myself at him.
Except that he’d brought the only other man I’d been fantasizing about.
“We can all be half-dressed, then.”
Monroe shrugged off his tee, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. He had those muscles on the sides of his stomach like mini six-packs as well as an actual six pack. And his arms…. I whimpered when I saw the thatch of silver chest hair. I wanted to bury my face in it and breathe him in while I touched every part of him.
Being in Monroe’s arms was comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. But goodness gracious, I wanted so much more than that. How was I ever going to face Zali again when all I wanted to do was climb her dad?
“Bewty, mayte,” Hux drawled in a cross between a bad Texan accent and even worse British one. He looked so self-satisfied, but I was confused. Was that supposed to be Australian? I thought it was, but Alec’s ridiculous attempt at an accent wassoappallingly bad that I wasn’t sure.
“Huh?” Monroe asked and looked to me. His lips twitched as he bit back a laugh. Monroe mouthed, “Did he just say, ‘beauty, mate’?”
“I think so?”
Their teasing was so fun, and I wanted in on it. Hearing them was such a nice change from all the frustration Mum and Dad had dumped on me. I loved that they could talk to me and did, but I was stuck in the middle of my parents’ marriage falling apart. I wanted to be Switzerland, but instead they were basically fighting for my loyalty and effectively pushing me away.
Alec placed his plate and then the tray down on the table before unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off, and my brain went offline. It gave up the ghost and handed the reins to my libido. It was the little devil on my shoulder, the one telling me to drop my top and invite them to eat dinner straight off me. Tattoos decorated his arms and chest, and where Monroe’s muscles were tight and defined, Alec’s were thicker. But he had the same six-pack with those mini six-packs, and his suit pantswere low enough on his hips that I could see the trail of hair running from below his belly button down to his bulge. And goodness gracious, was it a generous package.
He kept speaking, his words registering in my brain in slow motion. “I should have worn sweats. Mind if I take these off too?”
He gestured to his suit pants, but before I could really put my foot in it and say, “Yes, please,” Monroe was shooting the idea down.
“Modesty, mate. It’s a thing.”
“My body is a gift.” Alec held his arms out wide, and I couldn’t help the giggle-snort that erupted from me.
