“Maybe I want to wear pants,” she smarted. She didn’t know why she was suddenly testing them.
Cole leaned toward her ear. “But we can’t do what we did last night if you’re wearing pants.”
Abby swallowed hard. Shit. What was he doing to her? Her nipples were tight buds, straining under her lacy bra.
“That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.
Deacon strolled to her other side. His hand found her hip. He tugged the suitcase from her hand. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it.
“You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.
She whimpered.
Deacon’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”
His hand rubbed between her legs, pressing into her jeans.
Cole tipped her chin toward his mouth. He had undeniably kissable lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him too.
“We can make you come so many times, you’ll lose count,” he tempted her. “Just say it.”
Her mouth collided with his as his firm lips melted into hers. Her hips jutted forward as Deacon continued to massage her heat.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling her from Cole’s lips and crushing her with his own. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck. She nodded, mewing out her yes.
Cole stepped behind her, wrapping his hands to the front of her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips as Deacon kissed the hell out of her.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your ass is beautiful.”
She didn’t expect her panties to be peeled to the floor, but Cole was on a mission. Deacon’s fingers immediately slid between her folds, flicking her clit.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“You like it?” he asked.
She nodded. It was exquisite the way he possessed her.
Suddenly she felt Cole spread her cheeks as he knelt on the floor behind her. His tongue was pressed against her ass. She jumped, but his hands held her hips while Deacon worked his fingers back and forth.
She relaxed as Cole’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Cole toyed at it with her tongue.
Deacon’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.
She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her sweater off her chest and over her head.
“Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”
Her bra was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Cole was on his knees behind her, and Deacon’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.
“I want your ass, Abby.” Cole’s voice was husky behind her.
She moaned.
“Have you given it to anyone else?” he asked.
She looked in Deacon’s eyes. He towered over her.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
Deacon looked as if he could devour her on the spot. “No one has had that sweet ass of yours?” he asked in disbelief.
“I’ve never even thought about it,” she admitted. “No one…it’s never…” She was embarrassed.
They twirled her between them so she was now facing Cole on his knees. She looked down in his bright blue eyes.
“I’m sorry I’ve never had anyone there,” she apologized. She knew they were more experienced than her. She felt inadequate.
Cole’s eyes blazed like sapphires on fire. “Don’t ever apologize. You just said the words I needed to hear.”
“I did?” Her chest rose with relief.
He nodded. “I want it, baby. I want to be the first man inside you.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her knees wobbled with the idea.
She didn’t know what to do. What to say. Before she could answer, he buried his face between her legs, plunging his tongue between her slit, lapping and sucking at her honey.
She hissed with pleasure. She pushed herself in his face, abandoning dignity. It felt too fucking amazing too care what they thought. Cole was overcome with intensity. He threw her legs over his shoulders. She leaned back into Deacon’s chest.
Deacon wrapped a hand around her chest, plucking and twisting a nipple between his fingers. She bucked wildly.
The familiar buzzing started in her core. The storm was brewing.