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  Nikki buried her face against his neck and nodded.

  “Brett and I had sex last night.” She’d said it so quietly he barely heard her confession over the hot tub’s motor. If her jaw hadn’t been touching his neck, he may not have even realized she’d spoken.

  He cupped the back of her head with one hand while he drew lazy circles along her spine with the other. “I told you, no regrets, okay? I want you to make sure you’re making the right decision, no matter who you choose.”

  But damn it, he’d hoped they wouldn’t be as great together as they had been last night. The hallway practically glowed from the heat the two of them had thrown off.

  “When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in.”

  Ah. Guess this was where he should come clean about his little act of voyeurism.

  “It wasn’t too late. After I’d dropped off my estimate with the Sniders, I stopped off at TJ’s Grill and watched the Rangers game.” And here was the opening where he should tell her how Ethan had ended up dropping him off because he’d had that third beer and didn’t think he should get behind the wheel. Which might explain why he’d ended up sacked out on the couch instead of in bed.

  He leaned back against the jets, wondering why the hell he’d prevaricated. He should have told her he’d watched the two of them. And how not only had it not bothered him but he’d fucking well jacked off to it.

  Shit. That was just too perverted to admit. Better to keep my mouth shut on that one. Luckily, Nikki had still been asleep when he’d had one of his guys pick him up and take him over to the bar to retrieve his truck that morning.

  They were still soaking when Brett came home from his shift. “Anyone home?”

  “Hey, buddy, we’re out here.”

  Carrying a beer, Brett wandered out onto the deck, his normally neat uniform torn at the shoulder and muddied at the knees. He slowed, a frown creasing his forehead when he noticed Nikki sitting beside Dillon.

  Dillon leaned back, stretching his arms along the edges of the tub. His cock hardened as he remembered the night before. His imagination expanded the possibilities, picturing the three of them in bed together. God, that would be so fuckin’ hot. He’d love to have a ménage, watch Nikki go down on Brett while he fucked her from behind. Did he dare risk it? Why not? The worst they could do is say no. “Why don’t you ditch the suit and jump in with us?”

  “I don’t have any trunks.”

  “I’m not wearing any.” Dillon held his breath when Brett eyed the hot tub with a wistful look. “Nik, would it bother you if Brett drops trou?”

  “What sane woman would object to having two hot guys buck-ass nekkid on each side of her?” A flush filled her cheeks, though whether from the heat of the tub or her anticipation of being naked between them, Dillon couldn’t tell.

  With a shrug, Brett turned away and peeled off his shirt while toeing off his shoes at the same time. His pants and jockeys hit the deck moments later.

  Dillon straightened. A large purple bruise covered the spot where Brett’s ribs had been broken when he’d first come to live with them. That sucker probably hurt like a sonuvabitch when he breathed. Damn it, so much for Brett taking part in any bedroom calisthenics tonight. “Those are some pretty bad bruises, bud. You okay?”

  Covering the area with his arm, Brett lowered himself into the water. He hissed when the heat reached his chest. “Fine. It probably looks worse than it feels.”

  Nikki gasped and scooted closer to Brett. After a brief struggle, Brett dropped his arm and allowed her to examine the knuckle-shaped bruises.

  “What happened?” Nikki asked.

  Brett’s eyes closed, though Dillon couldn’t tell whether he battled pain or struggled to contain his burgeoning erection. “Just a little scuffle during a bust. Nothing to worry about.”

  “You get it looked at?”

  “Yes, mom. Nothing’s broken.”

  Nikki hmmed, and rose up on her knees, commanding, “Turn around.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you look like you need a massage.” She swatted him on his shoulder. “Trust me. Turn around.”

  “Better do what she says, bud.” Dillon sank his shoulders beneath the water, his eyelids half lowered as he watched Brett attempting to cover his hard-on. “Besides, she gives a wicked back rub. You’d be a fool to turn her down.”

  With a sigh, Brett shifted so she’d have access to his back. She moved closer, nestling her knees on either side of his hips, then dug her thumbs into his shoulders.

  Brett groaned and leaned into her touch, allowing her to concentrate on a particularly stubborn knot. His head rolled to the side, resting against her breast. Each time she dug her fingers into Brett’s shoulders, her breast slid up the side of his head, the stubble of his hair grazing her nipple until it was a stiff peak.

  Holy hell, he’d never realized how hot voyeurism could be. He shifted as his own erection throbbed in the pulse of the jets. If they kept this up, there’d soon be more than just water frothing.

  Unlike Brett, he didn’t try to hide his groin from her gaze; there was no way he could disguise the heavy erection bobbing in the jetting water.

  Aw, hell. He was probably digging up snakes, but damned if he could pass up the opportunity now it had plonked itself down in front of him.

  He palmed his cock, stroking its length, making sure Nikki could see what he was doing. “Watching both of you, being here, all three of us…I was thinking that maybe…” His voice dropped so low it sounded like he was growling, but he couldn’t control the lust rampaging through him.

  Brett understood him at once. He gave his head a small shake, a warning dark in his eyes. “Don’t go there, Dill. Once you’ve crossed that line you can’t erase it.”

  Nikki settled back on her heels. “What are you two talking about?”

  Neither man answered her, though their unspoken communication crackled through the air between them. Come on, bud, we can do this. Trust me.

  “Dillon? What do you mean? What line are we crossing?” she repeated.

  Brett finally broke off the starefest. “Dillon’s suggesting we have a threesome.”

  Nikki wanted to blame the jetting water for the way her clit tingled, or for the full heavy feeling of her breasts. She wanted to blame the steam rising around her for the way her body tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs. But she knew it had nothing to do with the hot tub. The heat spearing through her came from thinking about being sandwiched between the two men. Her breasts ached from her fantasy of seeing Dillon’s dark head bent over one breast with Brett’s golden head over the other, of them touching every part of her body. Of Dillon in her pussy, and Brett…oh, Brett filling her mouth as she kneeled in front of him, or stretching her ass as he reamed her from behind.

  “What do you say, Nik?” Dillon asked.

  She jumped, realizing she’d been so lost in her fantasy that he’d closed the distance between them.

  What did she say? Yes. Hell, yes!

  “Brett—” She broke off her question. How lame would it be to ask if he’d still respect her in the morning?

  When he turned to look at her, the emotion in his eyes, the longing, shocked her. His gaze dropped, lingering on her throat, her breasts, lower. Each spot his eyes stopped at burned like he’d branded her. He took equally long on his path back up her body, but instead of meeting her gaze, he looked past her. To Dillon.

  She cleared her throat, her voice barely a whisper, but her plea came through as loud as if she’d shouted. “It couldn’t hurt just once. Could it?”

  Water cascaded off him as he surged to stand in front of her. With another glance at Dillon, he cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers, his thumb caressing her jaw.

  Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips sealed around hers, his tongue tickling the seam of her lips. So gentle, yet the hand holding her in place was so strong. Calloused in places Dillon’s weren’t. She relaxed her jaw and let him deepen the kiss. The ha
rd length of his erection pressed into the soft flesh of her belly. All too soon he broke the kiss, though he didn’t release her.

  He gaze moved from her to Dillon. “Does this bother you? Watching me kissing Nikki?”

  “Nope. It makes me as horny as hell watching you two. Whodathunkit?” Dillon pressed his body against her, his hand sliding around her side to cup her breast, his erection nudging the small of her back. The crisp mat of his chest hair tickling her shoulders, he was a pillar, supporting her as her legs trembled beneath their onslaught. Her hips rotated, grinding against Brett’s erection in front and Dillon’s behind. Both men groaned in succession.

  “Inside.” Dillon pulled away first. “Upstairs. Now.”

  Nikki sucked in a breath at his command. Fantasies were one thing, reality totally different. She couldn’t even picture the mechanics of making love to two men at the same time. She gave up and decided they’d figure it out upstairs. With a shrug, she relaxed and let herself ogle Dillon’s tight behind when he climbed out of the hot tub. The man had the best frickin’ ass of anyone she’d ever seen. She loved clutching it as he pumped into her, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingers.

  Dillon grabbed the towels they’d placed there earlier, handing one to Nikki. Before she could take it, Brett reached around and snagged it, snapping it open and wrapping it around her. Her body heated, turned to liquid when he tucked the end into her cleavage, his palm grazing her breast, drawing her nipple into a tight bead. She pressed her thighs together against the ache starting deep inside as she imagined what she was about to do.

  Dillon toweled himself off then tossed his to Brett. As Brett dried himself, Dillon opened the door and led Nikki into the house. The air conditioned air had goosebumps forming on her skin. He smiled and flicked one of her nipples poking against the terrycloth. After Brett’s earlier contact, that simple touch had her shaking.

  He must have seen it as his eyes burned into her, and his voice grated in need. “Let’s get you upstairs and dried off.”

  Completely unselfconscious of his nudity, he strolled ahead of them and bounded up the stairs. As Dillon disappeared down the upstairs hall, Nikki realized Brett was hanging back. Her tongue hit the floor when she saw him standing there, his towel slung low over his hips. He has no idea how hot he looks, does he?

  He held out his hand, waiting for Nikki to place her palm in his. “Nik? Are you okay with this? Just because Dillon suggested it doesn’t mean you have to…” He tilted his head to one side in question. “It’s not too late to back out, you know.”

  “I want to try this, for all of us to be together like this, even if it’s just for tonight. But I need to know if you’re okay with this. If it’ll make things difficult, more awkward being around us—me—tomorrow.” She felt the blush rising up her neck. “I guess what I’m saying is, will you still respect me in the morning?”

  “Baby, I’ll always respect you.” Her bones melted when he cupped her behind, pressing his erection into her belly. Snuggling closer, she kissed him until he broke off with a groan. “If we keep this up, I’m going to come before we begin.”

  As they reached the top of the stairs, she hesitated. “Brett? What about you? Do you want to do this? I mean, isn’t it sort of weird for you to be naked around Dillon? Two guys in the same bed at the same time?”

  There was such a long pause, she wondered if he might change his mind and walk away. “I don’t think I can back out now, Nik.”

  Admitting that beneath all her nerves, she was turned on by the prospect of being with them both at the same time, Nikki followed Brett into the bedroom and found Dillon busy stripping the top covers off his bed. Brett released her hand and headed into the bathroom. He returned moments later with two more towels. He tugged the one she’d wrapped around herself from her, then snapped out a fresh one. “This is all about you tonight, Nik. If there’s anything you don’t want to do, just say so, and we’ll stop it, okay?”

  The rough texture of the towel brought her skin alive as he patted her dry. Coupled with the gentleness of his ministrations, it completely undid Nikki. Especially when he stepped behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her so she rested against his broad chest, his erection warming the small of her back like a fiery brand. With his free hand, he cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger until her pussy spasmed.

  Her imagination had nothing on the reality of Brett’s hardness behind combined with Dillon’s strength in front, or the passion radiating from both men. She’d never felt so beautiful, so worshipped, as she did right now.

  Closing her eyes, Nikki nestled her head in the crook of Brett’s shoulder, inhaling his clean, masculine scent. A whimper of pleasure escaped her when someone—she could only guess it was Dillon—cupped her other breast, and a pair of firm, warm lips closed over the nipple. At first he was gentle, lapping with his tongue, but then his lips tightened around her, and he suckled her with hard tugs. Her pussy throbbed with each pull of his mouth until her whole body ached with the need to be filled, to be sated.

  Dillon released her breast and pressed soft kisses over her belly. Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he urged her to part her legs wider. Her eyes fluttered open. Dillon knelt between her feet, his cock jutting hard and thick from its nest of dark hair as he glided his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and between her folds. He lowered his head onto her thigh, his beard scraping the tender inner flesh. His eyes flashed dark as he traced one finger, coated with her cream, over her lips. “Turn your head, Nik. Let Brett taste you.”

  As soon as she did, Brett kissed her, nibbling and licking her essence coating her lips. He groaned into her mouth, his hot cock twitching against the crack of her ass.

  “She tastes so sweet, doesn’t she?” Dillon’s breath blew hot across her center and had her body shuddering in response. She hauled in a shaky breath to see her fantasy half realized—Dillon’s dark head between her thighs, compared with the golden hairs dusting Brett’s arm as it banded her waist.

  Behind her, Brett’s breath was harsh in her ear. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like feeling me playing with your breasts while he’s eating your pussy?”

  “Yes.” God, yes, it was heaven.

  Still Dillon teased and taunted her, driving her to the brink then easing back. His tongue stabbed at her clit, his fingers broached her, curling, teasing as Brett plucked at her nipples. Her world condensed to the sensations of these two men pleasuring her, her bones liquefied and her head spun with the bursts of light and heat exploding within.

  Just as her knees gave out entirely, Brett picked her up and laid her on the bed then lay beside her. Her eyes opened, her lids heavy, as Dillon crawled beside them.

  She jumped when Dillon lifted her foot, but relaxed as he massaged it. He caressed her ankle, then her calf, his calluses adding an additional thrill to the sensation of him touching her so gently. Brett mirrored his attentions on her other leg, laying a soft kiss on her knee. They moved up her body, bypassing her mound, until they reached her breasts. Her breath hitched to see Dillon’s dark hair mingling with Brett’s gold as they suckled and lapped her nipples.

  Though her fantasies had been pretty wild on occasion, she’d never imagined they’d come true. She wouldn’t have dared imagine that she’d ever have the two men she cared for—loved—making love to her. That Dillon, and Brett too, would put aside their own egos, their own needs to see to her pleasure. To fulfill her fantasies.

  Oh sure, she was pretty sure they’d probably fantasized about having threesomes too, but she doubted their scenarios would include the two of them with one woman. More likely they’d fantasized having multiple female partners. Wasn’t that every guy’s dream? Yet here they were, with her.

  Brett pulled away from her breast and caught a length of her hair, wrapping it around his hand. He leaned down to whisper, “So beautiful. You are so beautiful, Nik.”

  Before she could reply, he caught her lips
with his, brushing a soothing kiss over them at first. Tasting, testing, just like he had before. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him, allowing him to explore her mouth, granting him anything he wanted. Because she wanted him just as much.

  The sensation of kissing Brett while Dillon continued to tease her breasts had her sighing and giving into the sheer pleasure of the moment.

  With a groan, Dillon pumped his hips so his cock rubbed along her thigh. His breath harsh as he panted, he pulled away and sat back on his heels. “Hey, Brett, why don’t you scoot on up to the headboard there?”

  Once Brett was in place, Dillon flipped her over, positioned her between Brett’s outstretched legs and lifted her behind so she was on her hands and knees.

  Brett’s thick cock bobbed less than a foot away from her face, the head bulbous and heavy, the shaft jutting proudly from his nest of dark golden curls. Shifting her weight onto one hand, she curled her fingers around it and stroked the smooth length of his shaft. His breath hissed as he inhaled. A flicker of pain crossed his face, reminding her of his injured ribs. She let go of his shaft and moved until she was over him. His cock stroking the soft skin of her belly, she pressed a kiss to his bruises. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”

  He chuckled as he stroked a knuckle down her cheek, then lifted her head so she was forced to look at his face. The blue of his eyes darkened and flashed. “I’m sure, baby. I’d be an idiot to turn down an opportunity to make love with you.”

  Not fuck you. Make love with you. She understood the difference. If there had been any last lingering doubts about the threesome, his statement would have squashed them completely.

  Without breaking eye contact, he murmured, “Dillon, are you sure about this?”

  “I’m sure about it,” she murmured. Making sure he still watched her, she bent down and licked up his shaft, swirling her tongue around the swollen head.

  His touch gentle, Dillon stroked her behind. “Suck him down, baby. Show him how good you are with your tongue.”