Monroe rested his hands on mine where I was bracing myself on Alec’s shoulders, and he growled, “Bedroom—now.”
He shifted so he was holding Alec’s sides and nudged him forward, guiding him toward my bedroom. Alec never stopped kissing me, trusting Monroe to lead us where we needed to be. It turned me on even more.
This was it. It was finally going to happen. I was finally going to find out what all the fuss was about.
I was getting myself some D.
Alec halted and pulled away, breaking our kiss. I blinked open my eyes and saw the two of them in front of me. My mouthwent dry and my heart rate kicked up a notch. I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in my throat. No words came out when I opened my mouth to speak. Nerves fluttered in my belly. How did they want to do this?
“Place our girl on her feet, Alec,” Monroe ordered.
It was the first time he’d used Alec’s name rather than Hux, and it was hot as heck hearing the words slip from Monroe’s beautiful lips. Alec eased me down, and I bit my lip, unsure of what to do next. I looked up at them—way up. Without shoes I wasn’t even five-three. Monroe was half a head taller than me, and Alec was a whole foot taller.
“Take your dress off, gorgeous,” Alec encouraged, his eyes obsidian as he watched me hungrily.
I licked my lips, my pulse fluttering in my veins. Would they like what they saw? Was my inexperience too obvious? I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know how to be sexy. I wasn’t a stripper who could take off a piece of clothing and hold every man in her audience captivated. I was the girl who loved sweet cotton panties with the little bow on the front. They were the same style I’d worn since I was a toddler. I had matching bras now, too, but they weren’t lingerie. They weren’t sexy. Alec could get any woman he wanted—they literally fell over themselves to be with hockey players—and Monroe was as gorgeous as a romance novel cover model.
My hands trembled as I tried to undo the top button on my dress. I shook my hands out and blew out a breath, trying to calm myself.
Monroe grasped my hands in his warm ones, the rough skin on his palms grounding me. “Do you still want this, Cara? You can stop anytime. We won’t be upset. It’s a lot having two of us here.”
“I do, I’m just nervous,” I admitted softly. I closed my eyes and confessed, “I want to be good for you.”
“You’re already perfect,” he murmured.
His kiss took me by surprise, and I melted into his touch. His kisses were drugging, consuming every one of my senses. He guided my hands back to the buttons and kept his hands there, rubbing his thumbs softly over my knuckles in encouragement. With his support I got the first one undone and the rest followed quickly until the bodice of my dress hung open, ready to slip off my shoulders.
“That’s a beautiful sight,” Alec murmured over my shoulder.
He pressed his hard body against mine, and I moaned. Monroe pulled back and ran his finger down my chest, stopping at the bow on my bra.
“So sexy,” Monroe growled. “Can I take this off, Cara?” He grasped the shoulder straps of my dress and waited for my okay to tug it down.
I nodded, closed my eyes, and waited for him to slip it from me. The material brushed against my nearly naked body as it fell and pooled at my feet. It was both the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced as well as the most terrifying.
I was standing there, dressed only in a bra and panties in front of the two hottest men I’d ever seen. I’d kissed them, and now we were getting naked together.
Oh, God. This is really happening.
I held my breath, listening intently. Would I hear those sexy noises they made now that they could see me properly? My soft rolls, the sagginess of my boobs from their heft, and my thick thighs were right in front of them. They could see every imperfection in my body and everything I couldn’t—and some that I wouldn’t—change about myself.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Alec praised.
His words lit me up from the inside like a New Year’s Eve fireworks spectacular. My belly flip-flopped as I soared to dizzying heights. I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my lips or the relieved huff of laughter that bubbled out of me.
“Did you expect anything different?” Monroe asked, gripping my chin and tilting my face up.
I opened my eyes and nodded.
He tutted. “Cara, you’re perfection. Soft in all the right places, curves for days. What’s that song? ‘Body Like a Back Road’? That’s you. I could map every inch of your body with my tongue a hundred times over and never have enough.”
I swooned. Actually swooned. Alec grasped my hand, holding me up, and I took the opportunity to step out of my dress. I felt sexy in front of them. They were attracted to me, not those puck bunnies and models. Me. If that wasn’t a confidence boost, I didn’t know what was. Heat raced through my veins, warming my cheeks.
“Goddamn, that blush,” Alec rasped, his voice strained. “I can see exactly how far down it goes.”
Monroe hummed and said reverently, “I’ve wanted to know the same thing from the moment I met you.”
He ran the back of his index finger along the top of my bra, touching my breast with a whisper-soft caress. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin, and I shivered, want cascading through my veins like river rapids. He tucked his finger under the shoulder strap and eased it down my arm. Alec reached around my back and expertly unclipped it. I held my arms tucked into my sides, keeping my bra in place for a moment.
