Page 100 of Unforgettable

“Yes,” I breathed, and I heard a shuffle in front of me. My eyes had fallen closed, and I didn’t have the strength to open them again.

“Let’s show him how wet you are.” Josh’s thumbs hooked under the lace fabric of my thong, and I helped him remove it. Like we’d done with the rest of our clothes, he tossed them on the floor beside the bed and forced my legs apart.

Each of his hands squeezed my inner thighs and pushed them open, baring and presenting me to the other man only a few feet away. Reed sucked in a breath and mumbled a curse the moment my legs parted. His hand on the armrest twitched, and the smile that tugged at my lips probably looked maniacal.

Josh ran tender hands along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He massaged the skin at my knees, only to gingerly dance his hands lower and closer to my pussy, throbbing and needy. But he continued the torture, getting to the apex of my thighs, only to turn and move upward once again.

A depraved moan ripped from my throat and both men chuckled darkly.

“Is someone needy?” Josh asked in a hushed voice directly into my ear.

A nod was all I could muster as my head fell back on his shoulder and I looked up at him. He brushed the hair from my face and traced the outline of my features—outlining my eyebrows, running his finger down the bridge of my nose and pausing for a few seconds to admire my lips. His eyes watched his fingers, but when they finally returned to mine, there was a depth to them I hadn’t seen. The look they bore nearly stole my breath.

When we finally disconnected, I found it hard to breathe, but Josh immediately pushed his hands lower, sweeping over my collarbones and over the tops of my breasts.

Please take it off,I thought as he paused at the zipper.

Before he did, though, he glanced up at Reed and my eyes followed. He was in the exact same position he was in before—slowly losing the modicum of control he still retained.

“Show me,” Reed requested, and like before, Josh answered by slowly lowering the zipper and letting it fall open.

“Fuck,” came from the corner, and I took a second to lean forward and tug the bra free. A woman could get used to that kind of response.

My body was alive under their attention and praise. Nothing had ever come near feeling the way it did when it was the three of us.

I sucked in a sharp breath when Josh’s hands cupped my breasts, pushing them together and massaging them somewhat roughly. My head fell back once again, landing on his firm chest and in the perfect spot for me to press an open-mouthed kiss to his neck. His pulse was quick under my lips.

Shifting slightly, I attempted to litter more kisses along his neck but sucked in a sharp breath, instead turning my attention forward. He’d pinched each of my nipples between his fingers, and it was like a straight line to my clit, which was already pulsing uncontrollably.

“Josh,” I pleaded, pushing up into his hands as he stroked. There must have been something in my voice, or he’d finally had enough teasing because it was less than a second before his fingers were at my pussy. A finger—one long, skillful finger—ran down the center of me.

God, I was so wet and ready for whatever he wanted to throw at me. Never had I felt the need to come so badly from one minor touch.

I’d gone into the entire situation prepared to be in charge. I was prepared to coax both of the men to the three of us being together once again. But under Reed’s intense stare and Josh’s touch, it didn’t seem necessary anymore.

“How wet is she?” Reed asked, and my eyes fluttered open at the new edge to his voice.

My heart stuttered when I saw the sight before me. Reed’s full attention was on where Josh’s fingers teased my clit in small, languid circles, and I’d missed him freeing his cock from his pants. It was hard and thick in his big hand, and he stroked himself at the same pace Josh moved his fingers over me. The circles he played against my clit were purposeful and slow, as were each of Reed’s strokes.

It was the tease, the warning before the explosion.

“She’s so fucking wet and ready. Aren’t you, babe?”

I think I nodded in response, but I was too far gone to really know.

I do, however, remember Josh’s fingers stopping for long enough that an irritated groan slipped free of my lips. But I wasn’t without him for long.

His left arm banded over my chest and grasped my opposite shoulder, effectively holding me against him and keeping me in place. Then he whispered into my ear, “Hook your legs over mine. Show Reed how wet and needy our girl is.”

There was no hesitation in my movements. I placed my feet on either side of his legs that were spread around me and opened myself up for Reed’s scrutiny. The position left nothing to the imagination, and I enjoyed the hard press of Josh’s hard cock in my back. It was proof that he was enjoying it as much as me and Reed, which did more than I could comprehend to further heighten my arousal.

Because if the three of us were going to be together, we all had to enjoy it equally.

“Open,” Josh ordered, pressing two fingers to my lips. Greedily, I sucked them into my mouth and treated them as I would have his cock—weaving my tongue between them and lavishing them with attention.

A deep chuckle escaped Josh’s lips the moment he pulled his fingers free. He took no time returning between my legs, resuming the tight circles over my clit.

I bucked up into his hand. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted all of it.

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