Still, she had to ask. The tequila must have well and truly loosened her tongue. Of course, Chris had helped. “I’ve wondered about it a lot lately. Haven’t you? Having friends who share—a woman or a man—has to make you think about it.” She narrowed her gaze on Flynn, who shifted a little uncomfortably on the balls of his feet and a spark of jealousy surprised her. “Some of you may not have to wonder.”
Georgia squeezed Chris’ hand and then headed in Flynn’s direction. She heard Jimmy’s surprised exclamation. “You? The one who is always joking about the orgy palace? I just thought you were a prude.”
“He’s not.” Georgia was sure now. “He was jealous. He’s experienced it and he wants to again, don’t you, Flynn?”
Flynn’s jerky nod as she reached him made her hesitate. “Did you care about her? Them? You don’t have to do th—”
Flynn slid both his hands in her thick curls and tugged her head back. “I care about you, Georgia. I told you I wanted you. When you ran away, I thought it was because you didn’t want me back.”
He didn’t wait for her response. With her neck arched, Flynn kissed lips already sensitive from Chris’s onslaught. He worshipped her with his lips, nibbling and sucking, stroking her teeth and the roof of her mouth with his tongue.
Georgia felt like no part of her had been left unexplored. She was open. Visible and bare in a way she’d never been before. Flynn had sought out speed in his life, with cars, on mountains, on snowmobiles. But with her, he was taking his time. Methodically driving her insane.
Her thighs were shaking, her body aware of every sensation, every touch, every breeze. The intensity of the moment. Of being shared by these men who she’d believed were too beautiful to be real. It was almost too much to take in.
She leaned into his hands, her own clenching at her stomach, desperately wanting to slide between her legs. She needed release. She needed Chris to pump against her. To press her sex against Jimmy’s hard stomach. To feel Flynn’s cock sliding into her sex. She moaned in distress and pulled away.
“Georgia, honey, you’re shaking.” Jimmy came up beside them, patting the shell-shocked Flynn’s back and reaching out to grab Georgia’s clenched hands. “What is it you need?”
“She needs us,” Chris answered for her, coming up behind her to lift her into his arms and take her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her across his lap, stroking her heated skin. “She needs release, don’t you Georgia?”
She hesitated. She could stop this anytime, she knew. Because she knew them. Knew they wouldn’t hold it against her. Wouldn’t force her. Days of close quarters, of smelling them on her and dreaming about them, had taken its toll. Now, kissing them, reacting to each of their touches so strongly…it threw her. Was she a harlot after all? Did it matter?
For once, Jimmy wasn’t arguing with Chris. “You’re right. She needs to come. Flynn, help Chris get her out of those clothes while I get supplies.”
Supplies? Georgia wondered hazily as she sat on Chris’s lap and he rocked her ass against his cock. Condoms? Handcuffs? Rope? Her mind raced with possibilities.
She sensed Flynn come up beside them moments before her arms were raised in the air and her shirt came off over her head. She glanced down at her bra. It was simple ivory lace covering what she’d always considered to be average breasts. Not too big and not too small. Though if she went by Chris’s pleased expression she might have thought they were Playboy-worthy.
Flynn undid the hooks and the bra hung loosely on her shoulders. Chris smiled. “This will be the second time I’ve seen you naked.”
Georgia blushed. “Is it time for another examination, Doctor?”
His jaw clenched, nostril flaring with surprised arousal. Georgia smiled. Oh, he’d had that fantasy, had he? She would have to remember that. “Let’s hope this time you’re a bit more…thorough.”
Flynn pressed his jean-clad erection against her; sliding his hands down her shoulders to push her bra down her arms. He cupped one of her breasts. “Beautiful.” He pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to try them. Let him taste them while we get you out of the rest of your clothes.”
Blue eyes flared with desire as Chris complied, for once allowing his younger brother’s to lead. He leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth and Georgia groaned. “I had a fantasy that started just like this. Okay, maybe more than one.”
Flynn had reached around to unbutton her pants and, along with Chris, they lifted her hips to remove them, leaving her in nothing but her special holiday underwear. Red silk, edged with black, the sides decorated with tiny satin ribbons.