Page 27 of Take You

I felt the loss of Fox’s lips like they’d always belonged to me, but as soon as they were replaced with Kane’s, I was totally absorbed in how different, yet equally good, the two guys felt.

The familiar heat from Tuesday was there again with Kane, but the chemistry we shared was nothing like the energy that zinged between Fox and me. Not better, or worse. Just entirely different.

Fox tightened his grip. His long, strong fingers curled into my hips almost painfully as he slammed me into to his bulging hard-on, then ground against me with a force that had me bracing myself with my arms around Kane, who slipped his hands into my hair, and kissed me harder and deeper.

The combined feeling was pure fire—carnal and sensual at the same time. He ravaged my mouth with an intensity that surprised me, and at the same time, turned me on beyond belief. I matched the ferocity of the kiss, and then some.

“You need to get this shit off.” The searing heat of Fox’s breath on the shell of my ear, and the urgency of his voice, set off a chain reaction in my body that I’d never experienced before.

The “shit” he was referring to was the simple black cami and jeans I’d worn for the date with Kane, as I’d already discarded my jacket when we’d walked into the room.

I tugged the silky fabric free of the waistband of my jeans, then parted my lips from Kane’s just long enough to pull it over my head and drop it to the ground at our feet. Fox made similarly light work of my bra, popping the clasp with practiced speed and ease. I shrugged out of it, allowing it to join my cami on the floor.

Kane took the lead in undoing the button, then zipper of my jeans. I tore my lips away from his briefly again, to pull them down and step out of them. It was only as I straightened again that I realized something crucial.

“Well aren’t you full of surprises, Rosie?” I froze momentarily at his use of the diminutive, but then brushed my hesitation under the carpet. I’d been shaken by the events of the past few days, and was obviously now reading way too much into everything. “I figured you for something demure yet sexy under those jeans, but to find you commando is an unexpected treat.”

Fox’s guess had been correct. I didn’t generally go without panties, but I found that the high cut, high waist delicate lace panties I normally favored just didn’t sit well under those particular pants, so it was easier to go without than deal with them bagging and bunching in all the wrong places—nobody hated a whale tail more than me. But having forgotten that detail, I’d unwittingly stripped, while the two of them remained fully clothed.

Dazed as I was by the overwhelming heat of the situation, I managed to engage my brain before my lips rejoined Kane’s. “Get naked.” My voice was a hoarse, sexually charged whisper.

“Did you hear that, Fox? She wants us to even up the score a little, and get down to our birthday suits as well. What do you think?” As soon as he was done speaking, his lips were back on mine, this kiss even more punishing than the last.

“That so? Hmm... well, I think if she’s going to get anything from us, the first thing she needs to do is ask for it right.” What?

Kane wrenched his lips away from mine again. “Yeah that’s true.” He drew his hands out of my hair, and they both spun me so that I was facing Fox again. I stood stock still, blinking myopically. I honestly had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Well, what are you waiting for? You heard the man. Ask nicely.” Kane’s fingers were back in my hair, but this time tilting my head backward so that I was forced to look Fox in the eye.

When I did, a feeling spread over me that I couldn’t quite pin down. It was tinged with something I could almost name... familiarity? Recognition? I blinked faster this time, sweeping the thoughts away. Surely it was the wine or the endorphin rush of the situation getting the better of me. Kane tugged my hair again, and I kicked back into gear. “Please,” I pleaded with Fox.

“Please what?”

“Please take your clothes off.”

“You don’t need to ask twice.” He made quick work of stripping out of his tight black jeans and fitted T-shirt. It turned out he wasn’t wearing any underwear either, though I doubted it was for the same reasons as me. I stole a moment to take in his naked form. He was lean, and ripped, and perfect, just like Kane. His skin looked as smooth as alabaster, and was totally unblemished except a small tattoo on his upper right arm—eight numbers stacked on top of each other. 0721 then underneath 0408.

“What’s this?” I reached out as I spoke.

“Don’t touch that. Don’t ever fucking touch that.” He jumped back as though my fingers were radioactive.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean—” I raised my hands in a gesture both of apology and of surrender. I had no idea what I’d done wrong, but I was sorry, regardless.

Fox moved away from me, his long, lean legs placing him feet apart in a matter of a few strides. What the fuck? I’d been so focused on Fox that I’d almost forgotten Kane, until he came into view from behind me, as he strode toward Fox.

He was naked too, now. He must have stripped off at the same time as Fox. Both guys were still sporting wood as Kane approached his best friend, and gripped him by the shoulders. He bent his knees a little, ducking his head to force himself into Fox’s line of vision.

When he had his friend’s attention, he straightened up again, staring him down. Neither of them spoke, but clearly something was being said in the look they exchanged, as a few moments later, Fox nodded, and Kane slapped him on the back, a tight smile gracing his lips. I was totally lost as to what the hell was happening, but it definitely wasn’t what I’d describe as normal. Not that going back to someone’s room for a threesome was what constituted normal for me, anyway.

“Maybe I should just—”

“No!” Jesus, Kane moved like a puma. He was both quick and graceful.

This time his mouth on me was ferocious. No... frantic. He ravaged my lips, my jawline, my neck, and my clavicle, with brutal, needy kisses, leaving a trail of orgasmic sensation in his wake.

“Sorry about before, he’s just... Stay, please. We both want this.”

Against my better judgement, I nodded slowly. I could tell they wanted me, not just because of Kane’s words, delivered as hot pants into the base of my neck, but because each of them was thrusting his hard-on into me.

Kane turned me around again, then snaked his hands round to the front of me, circled each of my tits, and squeezed. As if on cue, Fox lowered his head, first drawing one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, and then the other. Holy shit. My head lolled backward to rest on Kane’s hard chest—he and Fox shared a very similar build—just as he clamped down on the tender skin between my neck and shoulder, and sucked even harder.

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