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Sawyer was right—it wasn’t the rain that made me wet.
“What are the terms?” Sawyer asked. Because of course he needed a bar to measure his victory by. He looked even better shirtless, and the tattoos dotted here and there added to forbidden air he radiated. I wasn’t sure what to make of the Scorpions logo on his arm, but the entire package was sexy.
This was where Logical Evie would say No bar. No deal. Stop acting like cavemen. Maybe hit up the strip club without me and get this out of your system.
Good thing I wasn’t listening to her. “Whichever one of you gets me off best, wins. I get to judge. Unless you’re nervous about performing in front of another man.”
“I’m not.” Gage responded before Sawyer could.
Gage was the unknown in this whole thing. Those kisses. The hunger in his voice when we were in the truck. He wanted me?
He’d also promised me this wouldn’t ruin our friendship. A teensy, tiny part of me wondered if he wanted more. Fortunately, that bit was also locked away right now. And this would make sure we kept sex in the realm of nothing-more-than-fun.
Sawyer pressed his mouth to the hollow behind my ear. Every time he did that, delicious shivers sped over me. “Stop me now if you’re not sure.”
I was positive. “Don’t hold back. Gage won’t.” I was poking a bear. I knew it and was willing to do it again and again, to feed the thrill and want that was lighting my skin on fire.
Sawyer’s lips were on mine again. This wasn’t the flirty playfulness from the base, This kiss was possessive. Hard. Zinged through me from my head to my toes and everywhere in between, and made me feel like he’d staked his claim on me.
Which I wouldn’t allow. Especially not with just a kiss. He had to earn anything he tried to take, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I used my entire frame to shove Sawyer away, and his eyes grew wide. His smirk never vanished, though.
He and his smugly sexy face could wait. I turned to Gage and crooked my finger. He was with me in an instant, crushing his mouth to mine. Picking up where we left off in the truck, but the playfulness was gone.
This was an intensity that stole my breath. Gage was craft beer to Sawyer’s finely aged whiskey, and I didn’t know which was better.
Both had their place.
Sawyer rested his hands on my hips to slide between me and the wall he’d pressed me into moments earlier. He pulled me into his bare chest, and his heat radiated through my shirt. His mouth moved along the back of my neck, licking. Nipping. At the same time Gage kissed me and sucked on my tongue.
Sawyer dug his fingers tighter into my hips, gripping me and refusing to let me go, while Gage lifted my shirt enough to hook a finger in my waistband and pull me tighter into him. We’d barely left first base and I was already losing myself in the myriad of sensations.
Gage dipped his finger lower, over my bare skin, slipping his touch down along my hip. “You’re not wearing panties.” His voice was a low growl.
Sawyer’s grip tightened like a vice.
I smiled against Gage’s mouth. “I only brought so many pairs, and I had to make sure I had one to wear home.” That and walking out here in the middle of their less than subtle conversation in nothing but my cutoffs and T-shirt had made me feel deliciously naughty.
So did their duet of groans.
“There does seem to be a shortage of clothes going around.” Sawyer let go of me with one hand. “And we wouldn’t want your shorts to get dirty either.” He undid the button on my pants with a flick of his wrist, and with a single yank, the zipper came down. He let the clothing fall to the ground.
The air teased my slick skin, but my shirt covered me.
Until Gage shoved my shirt up. “Barbarian.” He glided his lips down my neck. “Going straight for the pussy like he’s pillaging, rather than wooing.”
The dry humor was Gage. The teasing was what I was used to with him. The words themselves… not necessarily. Altogether, his comment made for a unique flavor of temptation.
The thoughts vanished when he lowered his head to my breasts and drew one nipple into his mouth. That was good. That was really good.
Sawyer remained focused on my neck, and the way he was biting I swore he was going to leave a mark. I liked that too. Really, I was enjoying all of it. Being caught between them. Feeling their mouths and hands roam everywhere, until the insides of my thighs were coated with desire, and I had to squeeze my legs together to suppress the throb of need.
Not that it was working.
Someone pulled my shirt over my head. Sawyer. Gage. Both of them. I was losing track of whose touch was whose, because why focus on one when it all felt so good?
Breaking away enough to work my shirt free meant a change in contact. Sawyer took the opportunity to spin me to face him, and cupped one of my breasts. He dragged his thumb over a still-damp nipple, sending a zing through my body. With his free hand, he glided down my arm to grab my wrist, and draw it to his erection.
New toy. I used the excuse to trace the outline through drying fabric. To feel how hard he was. How big, pressing into my palm, and twitching under my touch.
