Her Billionaires_ Boxed Set(57)

“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.

Cold blood flooded every cell of her body. This was a set up? Dylan and Mike not only knew that she’d been dating the other but they were some sort of item?

And they wanted a threesome with her? Go with it, her heart said. Maybe that wasn’t her heart. Something much lower on her body swelled and pulsated, eager for her showerhead fantasies to come to life with flesh.

She liked it. Laura stared impolitely at Dylan’s chest, eyed him up and down, and then turned back to Mike. Staring deep into Mike’s eyes, she squinted and sighed in torment.

“Is this really what you want?” Please say yes, she thought.

Dylan groaned. “I vote yes!” he purred. His eyes were burning for her.

“Mike?” she asked. He licked her hip, rubbing his nose on the soft flesh where her belly and thigh met, the nuzzle somehow both playful and sensual.

“I’d say that’s a yes,” she moaned. A drunk feeling enveloped her. Dylan’s tan, muscled hands undid his jeans. Meanwhile, Mike resumed his activities. She closed her eyes. Her ears heard Dylan’s jeans hit the floor. God, how she loved his ass. Her nipples tightened.

Two more hands roamed over her skin. She shivered, a sharp inhale and a wetness making her nearly cum. The tongue Mike flicked drove all thought away. She couldn’t breathe now, was just a mass of nerve endings and goo.