Her Billionaires(58)

The room was so warm that when he pulled her onto the bed, reclining in each others’ arms, she didn’t need the covers for comfort—but would have preferred them for modesty. You don’t need to hide, a voice said. It was Mike’s. In her head, though—he couldn’t have spoken, actually, because right now he was kissing her belly, his route revealing his intentions as he aimed for her womanhood.

A little sigh, almost a moan, escaped from her mouth, over her teeth and through her lips like a prayer as his hands roamed up her hips, palms and fingers splayed to take in her skin. She loved how he appreciated her body. Not tolerated—appreciated. Enjoyed.

Owned.

Her own hands were eager for more of him on them, fingers brushing against his neck, palms taking in his shoulders as—

Creak. The bedroom door opened slightly, then a footstep. She froze. Was someone else here? Mike seemed to hold his breath suddenly, though his hands continued to caress her.

To her complete mortification, Dylan walked into her line of sight.

Dylan?

She squinted, as if her eyes deceived her. Nude, in Mike’s arms —or, rather, with her legs in Mike’s face— Laura could have named five other people she’d expect to see walk through that door before she’d have anticipated Dylan.

“What are you doing here?” Laura felt exposed. He just stared at them, Mike nuzzling her belly and pointedly not looking up. Caught. She was caught. She hadn’t been exclusive with either guy, so she shouldn’t feel guilty, but she did.

And what the hell was Dylan, of all people, doing here right now?

He gestured toward the door. “Uh, your front door was open, and I came here to say hi, and when I saw it ajar I was worried about you and came in to make sure you were OK.” He shot Mike a dark look. “I see you’re more than OK.”

Laura choked, not sure what to say, laying naked on the bed with Mike going down on her, like something out of a bad soap opera. A bad, kinky soap opera. “So, uh, I don’t know what to say.” Her face burned red with embarrassment.

And more. It was like her dreams, her shower fantasies, had come to life, as if somehow the universe had read her mind (or, at least, Dylan and Mike had) and decided to make this all come true. But it was too real, too creepy, and she found herself immobilized by the surreal.

Yet turned on beyond belief.

Finally, Dylan said, “I’m so sorry.” But he didn’t mean it. His face burned with desire. And if Mike could see her face right now, she feared, he’d read her lust on her face, too.

Laura knew Dylan could make her wet. Those perfect, sculpted abs. And the thatch of hair at his waist—mmmmm. Those thick, sinewy arms folded across his chest. Smart, gleaming eyes and a smile like molasses reminded her of his sensuality.

Clever eyes, with flecks of gold, read her like a professor studying historic documents. He felt it, too. Everything but Mike disappeared.

A shot of destiny made her want them both, for they were meant for her, as one. Both were reeling.

Mike cleared his throat. “Want to clue me in?” His face rested on her thigh. She almost forgot he was there. The scent of her permeated Mike’s skin and there it was again, that wave of guilt, but this time tinged with...possibility? Something crackled in the air between the three of them, a subtext she didn’t understand, and Laura was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, these two complete strangers were planning something that she didn’t see coming.

A dog barked outside. Her senses froze. That was crazy, right? Apparently, they knew each other, though. How did they—?

Dylan crossed the room fast. Then he stripped off his shirt. “Can we make this a triad?”

Laura’s insides clenched and her body tingled. His rippled torso made her drool. He gave Mike a conspirator’s half smile. There it was—a familiarity between them. Both were the alpha type yet they seemed less interested in establishing control and more interested in—her?

Laura was caught between the two men. What would Mike say?

Mike cleared his throat. “It’s been a while, but...”

“You’ve, uh, done this before?” she blurted out, the words escaping before she could push them back in.

“You haven’t?” His voice carried a sweet, incredulous tone. Her breath disappeared as he traced a lazy circle at the hollow of her throat. This was less an invitation and more a requirement.

“No, I mean—you two know each other?” Duh, Laura. Of course they did. “How do you...but I’ve been dating you both!”

“We know,” they said in unison.

Their chuckles made her even wetter, if that were possible. Mike looked up and caught her eye, one eyebrow cocked.