“Brick’s right. You can’t worry about how either of us feels if you touch the other one or tell them they’re hot. Besides, we know I’m hotter than Brick.”
Her mouth dropped in shock then Xavier grinned.
“In your dreams,” Brick said.
She glanced back and he winked at her. Something in her eased. Maybe she had nearly given herself diarrhea worrying about making sure things were even.
“Now, that’s settled, I want a kiss,” Xavier said. “I haven’t had one in ages and the well is running dry.”
A kiss?
“Brick, I don’t think our girl believes we can share nicely.”
“Hm, well, I guess maybe we’ll have to prove her wrong,” Brick replied. “Why don’t you bring her over here?”
Xavier stood with her in his arms and carried her over to the sofa, sitting with her on his lap again. Right next to Brick.
Then Brick turned her face towards him. He ran a finger along her lower lip then pressed it into her mouth. She started to suck without thinking. The tension in her body eased.
“Good girl. Such a good little girl. Now, you’re going to kiss Xavier, aren’t you?”
Damn. She guessed so. She nodded.
He slid his fingers free and she turned to Xavier. He wrapped her hair around his fist. “When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Understand me?”
Oh hell. Oh hell.
Dead. She was dead.
Squashed like a possum on the side of the road. Wait, no, that was gross.
Then his lips pressed against hers. And that definitely wasn’t gross. Nope, that was the exact opposite.
Xavier drew back with a groan. “She’s thinking too much.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” Brick replied. He drew her in for a kiss. She could feel Xavier’s hand going up her thigh and she shivered with pleasure.
“Easy, Duchess,” Brick told her. “Anytime you want things to stop or slow, say your safeword. Tell Xavier what your safeword is.”
“Romeo,” she said on a sigh as Xavier moved his mouth to her neck, pushing aside her pajama top.
He slid his mouth over her collarbone. How the heck was that sexy?
She had no idea.
Brick moved behind her back and she felt his hands on her hips, then he pressed a kiss to her back, between her shoulder blades.
Xavier slid his mouth away from her skin then leaned back, staring at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about this, dreamed of it.”
“Knew from the moment you met me that you’d be dreaming about me,” Brick quipped as he drew the bottom of her pajama top up to kiss along her back. Again, how was that so hot?
Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just because it was these two men were touching her, holding her between them.
“I didn’t realize you had such a good sense of humor, Brick,” Xavier murmured.
Neither had she. It almost seemed like more of Brick was being revealed with every day.
“Neither did I,” Brick muttered. “Or at least, I think somewhere along the way I forgot how to have fun. I owe you for showing me what it’s like to be happy again, Duchess.”