Page 18 of Twins for the Silver Foxes

“Anything? That’s a dangerous suggestion.”I put both hands on his shoulders and let him hold me up. “What if I want to rummage through your underwear drawer?”

“Anything,”Scott growled in my ear.

The vibrationthat shook his chest rocketed through me. My pussy clenched, a memory of Arthur’s cock nestled against me causing a gnawing hunger deep inside.

“I getto give each of you a truth or dare.” It was a risk, asking for power over them.

“I agree.”Scott gripped my waist, his fingers tight against the bathing suit material that stretched over my body.

“Agreed.”Arthur and Ryland voiced their acceptance.

I brushedthe edge of my nose over Scott’s. “Then it’s settled.” I held on to the back of his neck and kissed him. An electric current charged every particle, raised every hair, and sent my pulse soaring. His lips were devastating, their plump curves fitting against mine and devouring me. He kissed with the kind of passion that left me lightheaded and wanting more.

His hands driftedfrom my waist to my ass. He brought me flush to his chest, and I hooked my legs around his waist. The sudden hardness between my legs elicited a gasp from my lips. Scott took advantage of the moment and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He sampled me, each touch stroking my arousal. A hand left my ass and cradled the back of my head. His stance shifted enough for his feet to touch the bottom. Water lapped around my neck as Scott rolled his hips, letting me feel every inch of his cock before he ended the kiss, leaving me wanting more.

“My turn.”Ryland helped me release from Scott, and I clung to him until my breathing returned to normal. He still hadn’t put his shorts back on, and his exposed dick made saliva puddle in my mouth. I wanted to taste that part of him, to take him deep in my mouth. What would the other two do? A delightfully sinful thought formed in my mind, a thought that put Arthur and Scott inside me as I deep throated Ryland. Was I a horrible person for wanting all three of them?

Ryland strokedone knuckle down my cheek, shaking me from my thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“No more truths from me.”I feathered my hands through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of the damp strands. He tipped his face to the moonlight. I kissed the column of his throat, then his lips. Kissing Ryland was different from kissing Scott. Scott was all fiery heat and pulsing ‘fuck me now’ desire. Ryland was sweet heat, a lingering caress in the middle of the night. Long, passionate lovemaking under the stars. He kissed like we had all the time in the world. His lips turned to velvet beneath mine, and I sank into him. Ryland was the kind of man who lingered over a flavor—like savoring a fine wine on his palate—who had the patience to wait for perfection. The artistic side of him I’d discovered yesterday bled into the moment and I found myself wanting it to last a little longer.

He endedthe kiss but held me tight, my bones turning to putty. His heartbeat drummed beneath my fingertips, the rapid pulse beating in time with my own. His brown eyes shone amber in the moonlight, the secrets he held there a liquid pool I’d never touch.

My pulse skippedand I felt a twinge of disappointment when Arthur scooped me from Ryland’s grasp.

“I’ve already kissed you,”I muttered.

“Does not count.”There was satisfaction in his tone and desire in his hooded gaze, a clear bulge showing in his shorts.

Three men.Three distinct but passionate kisses.

I had justenough time to consider arguing when he kissed my collarbone. Arthur framed my face between his palms, his fingers on either side of my ears. He kissed the corner of my mouth, my nose, my closed eyelids. When he finally touched his lips to mine, I fell into him. He stood motionless, his body hard beneath my palms. I skated my hands over the ridge of his spine, the firm muscles on either side of his waist, and up over his shoulders. Time stopped. Nothing mattered except the next touch, the next pulse of our hearts.

We kisseduntil I had no choice but to back away and breathe. Spots danced in my vision, and I clung to Arthur until my legs stopped shaking and I could stand on my own. Arthur boosted me onto the side of the pool then followed me up.

I placeda hand on my heart and leaned back until I stretched out on the concrete warmed by the sun. Dual splashes, followed by shadows drifting into my peripheral vision, signaled Scott and Ryland had climbed from the pool. They sat on either side of me up by my shoulders, Arthur at my waist.

“Well?”Scott’s voice held a hard, tense edge. He brushed hair back from my face and grinned at me. “Who wins?”

“Everyone.”I placed my elbows on the concrete and sat up. “I can’t pick. You’re all amazing kissers.”

Scott tskedand ticked his index finger back and forth. “That’s not how the game is played. You have to pick. Otherwise, it’s not fair.”

“I disagree.You all decided that I’d gain a bonus. Since I can’t choose, the bonus is void. Everyone wins.”

Loud objections shockedme into silence. Even Arthur joined in, his lilting accent hardening the words. “You agreed to pick a winner.”

I held out both hands.“What do you want me to do? I can’t choose. Do you really want me to say that one of you kisses better than the others when I don’t feel that way?”

“Yes.”All three of them answered in unison.

Scott glared at Arthur.“She has a point. You’ve kissed her twice now and she still says she can’t pick just one of us. I think that definitely puts you at the bottom.”

“I don’t think so.”Arthur glared right back at him. The chiseled expression never wavered. The last thing I wanted was to hurt any of them. Maybe that was my problem. I was worried about their feelings when I should be concerned with myself.

“I don’t wantanyone to get mad at me.” I ran my finger along a seam in the tile. “I said I would tell you the truth, and that’s the truth. I’m refusing to choose because if I choose one of you, and the others get mad, I could lose all of you.”

“No.”Scott took up my entire vision when he scooted between me and Arthur. “This is all a game, Hannah. You won’t lose anything. I swear it.”

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