Page 81 of Pin-up Girl

“I assume all three of us at some point,” Brodie said.

Clint smirked. “What he said. The details depend on the night.”

If they weren’t going to suggest anything, I would. “If you’re taking votes, I feel bad that I interrupted earlier.” I reinforced the words with a pout and wide, apologetic eyes. “The two of you should finish what you started.”

“I don’t?—”

Clint crushed his mouth to Brodie’s, silencing him. Brodie groaned and leaned into the kiss.

Their passion, the sparks of two hard bodies pressing into each other, sent a fresh pulse of want through me.

Clint broke away from Brodie with a grunt and a frown.

What?

“What’s wrong?” Brodie asked.

“I almost forgot something.” Clint whirled on me, and gripped my throat as he pinned me against the nearest wall.

The sudden move, the possession and the heat in his gaze, had my heart hammering against my ribs.

Clint pressed his mouth to the hollow of my neck, behind my ear. His breath was hot on my skin. “You’re our toy.” He dropped his other hand between my legs and cupped me, but didn’t penetrate my folds. “No touching unless we’re playing with you.”

Brodie moaned, but I couldn’t find my voice, so I licked my lips and nodded.

“Promise me.” Clint’s voice was full of command.

I swallowed. “Cross my heart.” The words came out wispy. “No touching unless one of you is playing with me.”

“Good girl.”

Was that ever getting old?

Unlikely.

I sat on the edge of my office chair as Clint returned his attention to Brodie.

The way they kissed—a tangle of lips and tongues as their hands roamed each other’s bodies—radiated intensity. I swore I could feel every touch and nibble and lick. The cool air brushing my bare skin didn’t do anything to alleviate the fire consuming me at the sight of the men together.

Brodie slid one hand lower, to grip Clint’s shaft and stroke, and Clint jerked against his touch. The way he worked his hips was its own rhythmic dance, stretching muscle, and showing off a finely honed body.

Clint pushed Brodie to his knees. I’d played out this fantasy with Brodie more than once, where I was on the receiving end. He didn’t offer Clint any resistance. It seemed Brodie was happy being on either side of this mini-power play.

He dragged his tongue over the head of Clint’s cock, and drew him in. Clint let out a long, tantalizing groan as he was sheathed by Brodie’s mouth, and knotted his fingers in Brodie’s hair, controlling the moment.

Brodie gripped Clint’s ass, digging his fingers into flesh enough to leave indentations, and sucked as Clint fucked his face.

I had to grip the chair with my own hands to keep from spreading my legs and fingering myself to the sight in front of me. The raw need between them was contagious.

Clint’s motions grew sharper, with more desperation. More stuttering. Brodie moved one hand to Clint’s sac, to play and tease, while he continued to suck. The sounds Clint made, that they both made, were almost as good as their touches, and as Clint moved his hips harder and faster, Brodie responded with more enthusiasm.

Clint’s entire body seemed to freeze then jumpstart, and a shudder ran through him as he came, a trickle of it slipping down Brodie’s chin. Clint yanked Brodie to his feet and kissed him hard.

Watching that was never getting old either. Fuck. How was this so good?

I’d say I could watch them together all the time, instead of being a part of it, but every inch of me ached to be touched. My own hands would work, but I’d prefer one or both men be the ones handling me.

When they broke apart, Clint turned to me again. He grasped my fingertips and tugged me to my feet, to draw me toward them. He put my hand in Brodie’s. “Here,” Clint said. “She’s my favorite toy, so you can be rough with her, but don’t break her.”

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