Page 19 of Kink in the Road
I felt almost giddy as the last patron exited the bar.
Finn slammed the heavy lock home while Aiden closed all the curtains and hit the lights, sealing us into our own little world.
I took a deep breath as they slowly stalked toward me, their wordless approach sending shivers of anticipatory desire shimmering down my spine.
“Stay there,” Finn ordered as I made a move to slip off my stool. “Aiden, get her boots.”
“Yes, sir,” Aiden said cheekily, dropping to his knees before me. “Hello, gorgeous,” he murmured, glancing up at me as he wrapped one hand around my calf. “Let’s get Cinderella out of her slippers.”
Finn crowded in behind me, shifting until he left only a breath of space between our bodies. My eyelids drifted to half-mast, finding the heat radiating from him—from both of them—intoxicating.
Finn’s hands found the zipper of my coveralls while Aiden worked the laces of my boots, slowly peeling them one by one.
“You have no idea,” Finn said, his voice rough with desire, “how many fucking times we’ve talked about stripping these fucking suits from your body.”
With my boots off, Aiden tugged the socks from my feet, then wrapped his strong fingers around my arch, massaging the ball of my foot.
I moaned in pleasure, my head falling back as the glorious sensations his talented fingers coupled with Finn’s filthy words to evoke a delicious sensory delight.
“Such a good girl,” Finn praised as he slowly unzipped my suit, inch by tantalizing inch. The cool air in the pub rushed against my heated skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.
Finn’s hand trailed along my collarbone, dipping down towards my chest, the backs of his hands gliding along my skin.
“Fuck.”
I smiled at his curse. “Sorry, did I forget to do something?”
“Naughty fucking girl,” he admonished.
I’d forgone underwear—or any sort of clothing at all under the coveralls, deciding that I wanted to surprise them as much as they did me.
Finn’s palm slid against my jaw, turning my head until his warm lips captured mine. He mouth took possession with a slow, greedy kiss that tasted of barely retrained control, and delicious seduction.
Whimpering, I tilted my head back, wanting more. Wanting him, wanting Aiden, wanting these two men more than I’d ever thought possible.
“I’m yours,” I mumbled against his lips. “Yours and Aiden’s.”
I wrapped one arm around Finn’s neck and tangled my other hand in Aiden’s hair as a low growl escaped Finn. He deepened our kiss, tasting me and claiming me as his own. His hands were rough as he pushed the coveralls down to my hips, his hands coming back up to tease my breasts.
Aiden’s hands left my feet and moved slowly up my body until they could fist in the material of my suit.
“Raise her up,” Finn told Aiden against my lips without breaking our deep, hungry, delicious kiss.
Aiden diligently worked the material down, stripping me until I sat naked between them.
“Your turn,” Finn said, finally pulling back and turning me on the seat to face Aiden. “I’m going to pay some attention to these beautiful breasts.”
Aiden caught my lips in a hungry, hard kiss, stealing my breath. While we kissed, Finn moved to my front to kiss my breasts, teasing my nipples and stroking my inflamed skin.
I began to lose track of whose hands were whose, whose lips were on mine, and whose skin I touched and teased as we became intertwined.
Aiden wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me to the edge of my seat. Gently, he spread my thighs open while Finn’s hand slipped between my legs.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Aiden growled against my ear. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted this.”
I bit his earlobe, unnecessarily pleased when he shuddered, groaning.
“Naughty girl,” Finn chastised. His fingers glanced over my rosy-pink areola. “For the record,” he leaned in to press a kiss to my erect nipple, “this is my favorite shade of pink.”
