Victoria’s Secret Wish(63)

David kissed down the front of her neck, toward her cleavage.

“No, love.” Britt grabbed her butt through the flouncy dress she had on. “More like a time out.” Time out? What– “You’ll have to sit out and watch, whilst we have fun.”

Interesting concept. Only, she knew it would never work. What fun would they get up to without her? More time on the Wii? If they thought they’d waste their last night together playing stupid virtual sports games, she’d give them another think. Working one hand behind and one hand in front, she cupped each of them through their dress pants. David pressed up tighter into her hand and groaned. Britt tensed, then backed away.

“Ah-ah. No.” He pushed her hand away. “David, care to use those muscles for something useful and give her a carry, out to a lounge chair?”

David opened his eyes and seemed to remember what he’d been up to, backed up a step and hefted her in his arms, a grin on his face. Well, she’d just nibble a little on his neck on the way out there… Oh yeah. He smelled great, like that sport cologne he always spritzed on, and tasted salty-hot. He groaned again, squeezed her tighter, then deposited her on a chair outside on the half-lit patio.

Britt shook his head at her. “Still not following the rules.” He leaned down, his arms on either side of her. “Let me clarify. You don’t get to touch–either one of us, or yourself, unless we tell you to.”

She felt her eyebrows lift. As if! “Really? And what will you do if I choose to ignore your little rules?”

“Then we’ll tie you to the chair.” David spoke up, leaning over the back of the chair so she could see his face.

What was more shocking–David actually speaking, or the idea of being tied in her own suite? “With what?”

“David brought a rather extensive collection of trainers, if I recall. With more than enough laces to secure one unruly redhead to a deck chair.”

They’d tie her up with shoestrings? “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes but wouldn’t laugh at their ridiculous plan. No, scratch that. She did laugh, and gave Britt a quick kiss.

“You’re in good hands,” Britt murmured. “Four of them. So just keep yours right here.” He put her hands on the sides of the chair. “And let somebody else handle the details this time ’round.”

They acted like it’d be such a hardship for her. If she had a buck for every time Britt had muttered control freak… She’d show him, though. She was perfectly fine with being in the passenger seat. Keeping her hands glued to the chair, she shrugged her shoulders. “Knock yourself out.”

Britt looked up at David, and cocked his head to the side. She missed David’s response, but Britt nodded. Both of their hands went to work removing pins from her half-up do, letting the hair loose around her face and shoulders. The pins clattered onto a nearby table. David moved around front to her right, and Britt kneeled at her left. Like a choreographed dance couple, they moved in, a set of warm male lips nibbling each side of her neck, Britt’s with a slight rasp of stubble, David’s face softer against her shoulder. No complaints so far. Goosebumps raced along her arms and legs as they both suckled and breathed in her ears. Her instinct was to raise her hands up and cup their faces, pull them closer, but she could restrain herself.

Britt cupped her breast through the dress, and David did the same. Mmm. Her nipples responded immediately, pressing hard against the fabric. Whoa, wet already. She squeezed her legs together–they’d never notice–and relished the pressure of panty against her folds. Britt’s big hand worked her entire breast, while David focused on the nipple. Should she moan to let them know what they were doing was working?

Britt tugged her forward so she sat upright, and David worked the zipper down the back of her dress. They worked so well together, still both sucking at her neck, panting, pressing the dress down… Oh God. Two hot, bare hands on her breasts, two mouths moving down as they settled her back. Both guys sucking her nipples–one head of dark hair, one head of blond, David’s hands moving, one up to her neck where he’d been, the other down, pulling up the hem of the dress. Britt’s hands…where’d they go? Zip. Clink. Ah. Losing the pants. Maybe she’d get a taste of him soon. He pulled her breast deep into his mouth. The tugging reverberated all the way to her core, lit fires down below, making her even wetter.

She whimpered and he moaned, vibrating sexy desire against her breast.

“Vic.” God, he was worked up. From her foot job at dinner? Or more? He had to have been thinking this through, planning this. No wonder. Sex on the mind always resulted in mindless sex for Britt. He’d snap soon and she could have her way with him–give him what he needed and get hers.