Feeling Hot
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Had he really just said that?
Her heartbeat thudded at triple speed. A wave of dizzying lust slammed into her as his words generated a slew of images in her mind. Images of these two sexy males touching and kissing and… Oh boy, she couldn’t even picture it without shuddering in pleasure.
“What do you say, McCoy? Should we give Blondie a show?”
She twisted around, needing to see Cash’s expression. She figured he’d recoil at the idea, but he looked more bemused than appalled. “How drunk are you exactly?” Cash asked his friend.
Dylan just laughed and wrapped his arms around Jen from behind. Those rough hands stroked her shoulders and his touch unleashed a flurry of shivers, leaving little flashes of heat in its wake. She locked eyes with Cash, but he didn’t seem at all perturbed that his friend’s hands were all over her.
Her mouth ran dry again. Rough-skinned hands traveled down to her waist, teasing the sides of her br**sts on their southward journey. She shivered again. Every muscle in her body coiled tight with…anticipation?
Lord, what was she anticipating would happen?
The alluring possibilities swirling through her mind got her so wet she clenched her thighs together and slid off Dylan’s lap, afraid he’d feel the dampness of her panties right through her leggings.
Sucking in much-needed oxygen, she stumbled to her feet. “I’m craving ice cream,” she blurted out. “Anyone else want some?” Without letting either man respond, she fled to the kitchen.
As Cash watched Jen hurry off, he was unable to resist a low chuckle. He glanced at Dylan, who seemed equally amused. “Quit toying with her,” he told his buddy. “You’re making her nervous.” “I’m making her hot,” Dylan corrected with a barely contained grin.
Yeah, no doubt about that. Cash hadn’t missed the flush of arousal on Jen’s cheeks or the way she kept shifting with pure sexual discomfort. His c**k stirred as he imagined the wetness he’d find if he slipped his hand between her legs.
Now he was the one shifting around, a motion Dylan didn’t miss, judging by his husky chuckle.
A minute later, Jen returned with a carton of Choctastic Verryberry Swirl and a spoon. Rather than rejoin them on the couch, she settled in one of the recliners, as if a distance of four feet would succeed in alleviating the hot promise of sex thickening the air. She stuck her spoon into the carton, her gaze darting from Cash to Dylan, her cheeks an enticing shade of pink.
Cash glanced at the game flashing on the screen, but found he could no longer concentrate. Jen and Dylan were now engaged in an unmistakable eye f**k that should’ve made him jealous, but didn’t.
“You know, sitting all the way over there won’t save you, Blondie,” Dylan said lightly. “You opened this can of worms.”
“Why, because I dared to say the word threesome?”
“Yep.”
Jen glanced at Cash as if to ask for help.
He shrugged. “Sorry, sweetheart. I warned you he’s a slut.”
Looking frazzled, she swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. Cash was tempted to march over and kiss her. Her lips would be cold from the ice cream, but he’d warm them up, no problem. Nibble on that plump bottom lip for a bit. Lick his way into her mouth and taste the chocolate and strawberries on her tongue.
He quelled the urge. Truthfully, he was curious to see how far she’d let this go. He hadn’t been lying before—he found threesomes hot as hell. He knew some men didn’t like sharing, but Cash didn’t see it that way. A woman’s pleasure mattered more to him than his own, which was why he’d been so appalled to hear that Jen’s former lovers hadn’t bothered to make her come. Hearing a female cry out in orgasm was the ultimate turn-on for him, and he knew from experience that women lost their f**king minds when they had two men dedicated to driving them over the edge.
And he knew the idea intrigued Jen. She’d dropped so many hints about it she might as well have advertised her curiosity about ménages on a billboard.
“Come back to the couch,” Dylan urged.
Jen’s gorgeous br**sts heaved as she drew in shallow breaths. “I’m good here, thanks.”
She scooped out some more ice cream, and all the blood in Cash’s body pooled in his groin as he watched her suck on that spoon.
“What’ll it take to get you back here?” Dylan asked with a taunting lilt in his voice.
Once more, Jen turned to Cash.
He suppressed a laugh. “Hey, you were the one who gave me the rock-your-world and try-new-things speech. Everything that happens next is up to you, sweetheart.”
She gulped.
Dylan patted the couch cushion. “Your call, honey. But know that Cash and I have a lot of experience in pleasing a woman.”
Cash sized up her expression, noting the temptation flaring in her eyes. She wanted this. Anyone could see it. All the same, he refused to push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, and he knew Dylan wouldn’t be insulted if she chose not to go through with it.
But he hadn’t anticipated his friend’s determination to lure Jen to the ménage side.
“Well, if you won’t join us, maybe we’ll just have to entertain ourselves,” Dylan announced.
Uh, what?
Dylan slid across the couch toward Cash.
He blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling the lady’s fantasy.” Dylan was so close Cash could smell the guy’s aftershave, see the five o’clock shadow rising on his chiseled jaw.
Her heartbeat thudded at triple speed. A wave of dizzying lust slammed into her as his words generated a slew of images in her mind. Images of these two sexy males touching and kissing and… Oh boy, she couldn’t even picture it without shuddering in pleasure.
“What do you say, McCoy? Should we give Blondie a show?”
She twisted around, needing to see Cash’s expression. She figured he’d recoil at the idea, but he looked more bemused than appalled. “How drunk are you exactly?” Cash asked his friend.
Dylan just laughed and wrapped his arms around Jen from behind. Those rough hands stroked her shoulders and his touch unleashed a flurry of shivers, leaving little flashes of heat in its wake. She locked eyes with Cash, but he didn’t seem at all perturbed that his friend’s hands were all over her.
Her mouth ran dry again. Rough-skinned hands traveled down to her waist, teasing the sides of her br**sts on their southward journey. She shivered again. Every muscle in her body coiled tight with…anticipation?
Lord, what was she anticipating would happen?
The alluring possibilities swirling through her mind got her so wet she clenched her thighs together and slid off Dylan’s lap, afraid he’d feel the dampness of her panties right through her leggings.
Sucking in much-needed oxygen, she stumbled to her feet. “I’m craving ice cream,” she blurted out. “Anyone else want some?” Without letting either man respond, she fled to the kitchen.
As Cash watched Jen hurry off, he was unable to resist a low chuckle. He glanced at Dylan, who seemed equally amused. “Quit toying with her,” he told his buddy. “You’re making her nervous.” “I’m making her hot,” Dylan corrected with a barely contained grin.
Yeah, no doubt about that. Cash hadn’t missed the flush of arousal on Jen’s cheeks or the way she kept shifting with pure sexual discomfort. His c**k stirred as he imagined the wetness he’d find if he slipped his hand between her legs.
Now he was the one shifting around, a motion Dylan didn’t miss, judging by his husky chuckle.
A minute later, Jen returned with a carton of Choctastic Verryberry Swirl and a spoon. Rather than rejoin them on the couch, she settled in one of the recliners, as if a distance of four feet would succeed in alleviating the hot promise of sex thickening the air. She stuck her spoon into the carton, her gaze darting from Cash to Dylan, her cheeks an enticing shade of pink.
Cash glanced at the game flashing on the screen, but found he could no longer concentrate. Jen and Dylan were now engaged in an unmistakable eye f**k that should’ve made him jealous, but didn’t.
“You know, sitting all the way over there won’t save you, Blondie,” Dylan said lightly. “You opened this can of worms.”
“Why, because I dared to say the word threesome?”
“Yep.”
Jen glanced at Cash as if to ask for help.
He shrugged. “Sorry, sweetheart. I warned you he’s a slut.”
Looking frazzled, she swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. Cash was tempted to march over and kiss her. Her lips would be cold from the ice cream, but he’d warm them up, no problem. Nibble on that plump bottom lip for a bit. Lick his way into her mouth and taste the chocolate and strawberries on her tongue.
He quelled the urge. Truthfully, he was curious to see how far she’d let this go. He hadn’t been lying before—he found threesomes hot as hell. He knew some men didn’t like sharing, but Cash didn’t see it that way. A woman’s pleasure mattered more to him than his own, which was why he’d been so appalled to hear that Jen’s former lovers hadn’t bothered to make her come. Hearing a female cry out in orgasm was the ultimate turn-on for him, and he knew from experience that women lost their f**king minds when they had two men dedicated to driving them over the edge.
And he knew the idea intrigued Jen. She’d dropped so many hints about it she might as well have advertised her curiosity about ménages on a billboard.
“Come back to the couch,” Dylan urged.
Jen’s gorgeous br**sts heaved as she drew in shallow breaths. “I’m good here, thanks.”
She scooped out some more ice cream, and all the blood in Cash’s body pooled in his groin as he watched her suck on that spoon.
“What’ll it take to get you back here?” Dylan asked with a taunting lilt in his voice.
Once more, Jen turned to Cash.
He suppressed a laugh. “Hey, you were the one who gave me the rock-your-world and try-new-things speech. Everything that happens next is up to you, sweetheart.”
She gulped.
Dylan patted the couch cushion. “Your call, honey. But know that Cash and I have a lot of experience in pleasing a woman.”
Cash sized up her expression, noting the temptation flaring in her eyes. She wanted this. Anyone could see it. All the same, he refused to push her into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, and he knew Dylan wouldn’t be insulted if she chose not to go through with it.
But he hadn’t anticipated his friend’s determination to lure Jen to the ménage side.
“Well, if you won’t join us, maybe we’ll just have to entertain ourselves,” Dylan announced.
Uh, what?
Dylan slid across the couch toward Cash.
He blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Fulfilling the lady’s fantasy.” Dylan was so close Cash could smell the guy’s aftershave, see the five o’clock shadow rising on his chiseled jaw.
