Heat of the Night
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Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I didn’t say I wanted that… I just…” She looked away.
Ryan grasped her chin with one hand and made her look at him. “Why did you write the list, Annabelle?”
“I told you already.” Her cheeks turned pink again. “I wanted to show Bryce all the things I’d be willing to do.”
“Willing to do, or dying to do?”
Her blush deepened.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do wicked things,” he teased.
“Okay, yeah, maybe some wicked things, like sex in the hospital, or on the floor, but having sex with another guy…that’s so slutty.” Embarrassment flickered in her eyes.
“Says who? Who decides what’s slutty, what’s right or wrong when it comes to sex?” Ryan shook his head. “As long as all the parties involved are consenting adults, why should it matter?”
Annabelle gulped. “Have you…and Matt…done stuff together before, with a woman?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “Does that bother you?”
Annabelle’s heart was pounding hard in her chest. How did Ryan always manage to catch her off-guard? She hadn’t doubted he was a ladies man, or that he’d probably slept with dozens of women, but somehow she hadn’t imagined him in any threeways.
“No. I mean, I don’t think so.” She froze for a moment. “Wait—did you and Matt and Christina…?”
“Yeah.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. Wow. She couldn’t picture Christina with Ryan and Matt. Christina didn’t seem like the type. But along with surprise, Annabelle experienced a wave of envy. Jeez, was she actually jealous that her friend had been f**ked by two guys at once?
Annabelle glanced at Ryan, then Matt, who had just strolled back into the living room wearing a pair of faded jeans and no shirt. No, it wasn’t just two guys that appealed to her. It was these two in particular.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Ryan said in a low voice.
But not low enough. “What turns you on?” Matt asked instantly, swiveling his head toward Annabelle as he sank back into his chair.
To her horror, Ryan answered for her. “Doing you while I watch,” he said to his roommate.
Matt’s jaw fell open. Then a sexy little smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “For real?”
Annabelle met his deep green eyes. She found herself nodding.
Matt looked intrigued. “Huh. Okay then. Let’s do it.”
Her breath jammed in her throat like a wad of chewing gum. Oh God. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. And she couldn’t believe how quickly her body responded. Her ni**les hardened into two tight buds, straining against her halter top. Both men immediately zeroed in on the sight, which only made the tingling worse. She wished she’d worn a bra. She wished Ryan had never seen that list.
“Well?” Ryan said, meeting her eyes. “What do you think?”
Think? Her head wasn’t capable of producing thoughts right now. She’d turned into a pile of mush on the couch, her pu**y aching so badly she squeezed her legs together. What was happening to her? Ever since she’d met Ryan, she’d become a total sex addict. And Matt wasn’t helping her condition. He was as gorgeous as Ryan, and…yep, just as well-endowed, she noted as she saw an impressive hard-on pushing against his jeans.
“I…this is crazy,” she finally blurted out.
“What’s wrong with crazy?” Matt said in that charming Southern accent.
“Um…nothing, I guess?”
Laughing, Matt got off his chair and moved to the couch. He flopped down right beside her, his hard thigh touching her bare one. “I just spent the entire week in Nashville, listening to my mother nag me about why I’m not married yet and following my grandmother to every fabric store in the city so she could pick out wool to crochet me a sweater I will never wear.” He placed his hand on her knee. “I could use some crazy right now, Annabelle.”
“You’re as bad as he is,” she grumbled, hooking a thumb at Ryan.
“Yeah, but I think you want to be bad with us,” Matt said with grin.
He was right. She did want to be bad. She was twenty-five years old and she’d only had sex with one other man, Bryce, who she’d lost her virginity to. Now that she’d been with Ryan, her eyes had opened to all the sexual possibilities out there. Sex didn’t have to be planned, it didn’t have to be a three-times-a-week routine and last for ten minutes before Bryce rolled himself off her. This kind of sex was way more exciting.
Taking a breath, she looked over at Ryan, who had moved back to sit in one of the chairs and was watching them with amused blue eyes. “Come on, Annie, kiss him. Be bad for a while.”
She stared at Matt’s mouth. She wanted to. God, she wanted to kiss him and touch him and sleep with him. As if a magnet was pulling her toward him, she leaned into that waiting mouth, gasping when his lips closed over hers. His mouth was firmer than Ryan’s, his tongue more insistent, and she was breathless by the time the kiss ended. Little sparks of heat danced along her skin, growing hotter when she noticed the desire glimmering in Matt’s green eyes.
“Undo my pants,” Matt said gruffly, locking his gaze with hers.
She found it hard to breathe as she followed his instructions. Her fingers trembled over the button at his jeans. She undid it, then pulled the zipper down, and her entire body burned up when his long, thick c**k sprang up into her waiting hand. No boxers. God, that was hot.
Ryan grasped her chin with one hand and made her look at him. “Why did you write the list, Annabelle?”
“I told you already.” Her cheeks turned pink again. “I wanted to show Bryce all the things I’d be willing to do.”
“Willing to do, or dying to do?”
Her blush deepened.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do wicked things,” he teased.
“Okay, yeah, maybe some wicked things, like sex in the hospital, or on the floor, but having sex with another guy…that’s so slutty.” Embarrassment flickered in her eyes.
“Says who? Who decides what’s slutty, what’s right or wrong when it comes to sex?” Ryan shook his head. “As long as all the parties involved are consenting adults, why should it matter?”
Annabelle gulped. “Have you…and Matt…done stuff together before, with a woman?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “Does that bother you?”
Annabelle’s heart was pounding hard in her chest. How did Ryan always manage to catch her off-guard? She hadn’t doubted he was a ladies man, or that he’d probably slept with dozens of women, but somehow she hadn’t imagined him in any threeways.
“No. I mean, I don’t think so.” She froze for a moment. “Wait—did you and Matt and Christina…?”
“Yeah.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. Wow. She couldn’t picture Christina with Ryan and Matt. Christina didn’t seem like the type. But along with surprise, Annabelle experienced a wave of envy. Jeez, was she actually jealous that her friend had been f**ked by two guys at once?
Annabelle glanced at Ryan, then Matt, who had just strolled back into the living room wearing a pair of faded jeans and no shirt. No, it wasn’t just two guys that appealed to her. It was these two in particular.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Ryan said in a low voice.
But not low enough. “What turns you on?” Matt asked instantly, swiveling his head toward Annabelle as he sank back into his chair.
To her horror, Ryan answered for her. “Doing you while I watch,” he said to his roommate.
Matt’s jaw fell open. Then a sexy little smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “For real?”
Annabelle met his deep green eyes. She found herself nodding.
Matt looked intrigued. “Huh. Okay then. Let’s do it.”
Her breath jammed in her throat like a wad of chewing gum. Oh God. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. And she couldn’t believe how quickly her body responded. Her ni**les hardened into two tight buds, straining against her halter top. Both men immediately zeroed in on the sight, which only made the tingling worse. She wished she’d worn a bra. She wished Ryan had never seen that list.
“Well?” Ryan said, meeting her eyes. “What do you think?”
Think? Her head wasn’t capable of producing thoughts right now. She’d turned into a pile of mush on the couch, her pu**y aching so badly she squeezed her legs together. What was happening to her? Ever since she’d met Ryan, she’d become a total sex addict. And Matt wasn’t helping her condition. He was as gorgeous as Ryan, and…yep, just as well-endowed, she noted as she saw an impressive hard-on pushing against his jeans.
“I…this is crazy,” she finally blurted out.
“What’s wrong with crazy?” Matt said in that charming Southern accent.
“Um…nothing, I guess?”
Laughing, Matt got off his chair and moved to the couch. He flopped down right beside her, his hard thigh touching her bare one. “I just spent the entire week in Nashville, listening to my mother nag me about why I’m not married yet and following my grandmother to every fabric store in the city so she could pick out wool to crochet me a sweater I will never wear.” He placed his hand on her knee. “I could use some crazy right now, Annabelle.”
“You’re as bad as he is,” she grumbled, hooking a thumb at Ryan.
“Yeah, but I think you want to be bad with us,” Matt said with grin.
He was right. She did want to be bad. She was twenty-five years old and she’d only had sex with one other man, Bryce, who she’d lost her virginity to. Now that she’d been with Ryan, her eyes had opened to all the sexual possibilities out there. Sex didn’t have to be planned, it didn’t have to be a three-times-a-week routine and last for ten minutes before Bryce rolled himself off her. This kind of sex was way more exciting.
Taking a breath, she looked over at Ryan, who had moved back to sit in one of the chairs and was watching them with amused blue eyes. “Come on, Annie, kiss him. Be bad for a while.”
She stared at Matt’s mouth. She wanted to. God, she wanted to kiss him and touch him and sleep with him. As if a magnet was pulling her toward him, she leaned into that waiting mouth, gasping when his lips closed over hers. His mouth was firmer than Ryan’s, his tongue more insistent, and she was breathless by the time the kiss ended. Little sparks of heat danced along her skin, growing hotter when she noticed the desire glimmering in Matt’s green eyes.
“Undo my pants,” Matt said gruffly, locking his gaze with hers.
She found it hard to breathe as she followed his instructions. Her fingers trembled over the button at his jeans. She undid it, then pulled the zipper down, and her entire body burned up when his long, thick c**k sprang up into her waiting hand. No boxers. God, that was hot.
