Mortified, I slapped my hand over my mouth and fake coughed, trying to cover the noise.
“So is your winning personality,” Monroe deadpanned, rubbing his thumb gently over the inside of my wrist.
I pressed my legs together, trying to relieve the throb between them, and Monroe pulled me closer. Already unbalanced, I fell forward and caught myself on his broad chest. I cupped my hand on his firm pec, and I brushed my thumb over that delicious hair as he rested his hand on my waist to steady me.
He was so warm and sexy. I wanted to explore, but I was too shy to put myself out there. How did I tell him that this was my first time? I had no idea what I was doing. How did I ask him to lead me?
How could I even think that? He was my best friend’s father.
Not only that, but there was another man in the room. Alec was just as beautiful but in a completely different way. His tattoos, the dark glint in his eyes, and the wicked curl to his lips reminded me of a fallen angel. He was dangerous and would be down for anything.
Monroe tugged me tighter against him. He let go of my wrist and splayed his hands out across my lower back. His fingersbrushed the top of my butt, and he slid them down, curling them over my cheeks, and squeezed. The move was possessive, and I melted into his touch, pressing myself closer.
His body was hard everywhere.
Every.
Where.
The throb between my legs increased until the erection pressed against me was all I could focus on. What did I do now? I’d imagined what it would be like to be held by a man I was attracted to, but this level of raw need was on a whole other level than I’d anticipated. My fingers curled into his pecs, and his cock twitched against my hip.
I bit back a moan, imagining what it would be like to see all of him naked and hovering above me, my legs open wide to accommodate him. Jiminy Cricket, I wanted that more than anything.
Monroe’s voice was rough when he licked his lips and added, “But seriously, leave your pants on.”
I almost cried in protest. I wanted both of them naked.
Alec pulled his hair from its bun as he sauntered over, and it fell loose around his face. I wanted to grip the long strands as he slammed into me over and over. My eyes fluttered closed as the visions flickered in my mind’s eye like video footage.
His whole persona screamed sex. The curl of his lips and the grace of his movements reminded me of a panther on the prowl. I wanted him just as much as I did Monroe, the throb between my legs not lessening for a moment.
Alec stood behind me and pressed in close, trapping Monroe’s hands with his hips. He reached up and brushed a loose piece of my hair back off my shoulder and flicked his tongue at the juncture. Then he nipped me. My body reacted without any conscious thought from me. An electric current zapped throughme and lit up every one of my nerve endings. He trailed his lips higher, his touch a whisper-soft tease, and I gasped.
Alec rolled his hips, and his hard cock pressed against my butt. I squeaked, and although I was mortified, I dared not move. Was I dreaming? I didn’t think I could bear it if I woke up.
Girls like me didn’t get two of the most gorgeous men lusting over her. But according to every romance I’d ever read, they were staking their claim. On me. And hoo boy, was I here for it.
Monroe had to be able to feel how hard Alec was, and that knowledge made it even hotter. Would he like it? Would Alec? I flicked my gaze up and watched Monroe. His eyes had darkened, his nostrils flared, and his chest expanded as he sucked in a sharp breath. My kitty tingled, and desire flowed through my veins like lava, scalding me. I could imagine being between them so clearly, and as Alec thrust forward again, grinding on me, I couldn’t help my breathy moan.
“Shall we eat?” Alec asked, his voice a rough rasp.
His words may have been innocent enough, but my reaction to them was anything but. His heated breath tickling my throat was like the kiss of a summer storm, raw and intense. I shivered. My nipples peaked, and my insides swooped.
Monroe cleared his throat and flexed his hands. He rubbed my butt in the most delicious way, but Alec would surely have felt it too. His breath caught. It was barely a hitch in his throat, but I watched as the corners of Monroe’s lips tipped up the slightest amount. He wasn’t laughing at Alec, though. It was something more than that, something hotter. His eyes gleamed darkly, and when his tongue peeked out to swipe across his bottom lip, I knew he didn’t hate Alec being there.
Alec made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, and his dick bucked against me, getting even harder. I tilted my head back, resting it on Alec’s shoulder as I tentatively flicked mythumb over Monroe’s nipple. He punched his hips forward and ground against me just like Alec had been doing.
I hummed and reached around to Alec, holding his hip tight in place against me. I may not have been experienced, but I knew what I wanted.
Them.
I wanted to be pinned between them while they explored every inch of my body. I wanted them to be unafraid of touching each other too.
Hey, if I was going to dream, I might as well fantasize about a why choose romance where the curvy girl gets both the silver fox who deserves a second chance at love and the darkly sexy hockey star.
Oh, and that dream extended to watching Alec and Monroe together too.
I definitely wanted front-row seats to that show, ladies and gentlemen.
