Page 18 of Knight Life In Vegas

Dylan looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “We’ll feed you after,” he promised. “Our place or yours? Or a hotel?”

Nerves jumped in my belly. A hotel was probably safest for this venture. As lovely as they appeared, I didn’t want them to know my address when I had young children at home, and a building full of other people felt like a smarter option than an isolated home wherever they lived. “I don’t have a hotel room, but we could get one.”

“I’ll see if this hotel has anything available tonight,” said Eduardo, already on his phone. “King bed all right for you? Or do you kick when you sleep? Should I get a pack-sized bed?”

“No kicking.” I pressed my lips together to hide my smile. “I might starfish, though.”

“We can manage with that.” Dylan beamed.

“Booked,” said Eduardo. “Anywhere you want to go or anything you want to do before we go upstairs?”

I shook my head. Anticipation swirled in my chest. Was I actually going to do this?

“Do you want me to carry you so you don’t have to put those hell shoes back on?” Dylan offered.

“I’m not opposed to being carried.”

I barely finished saying it before he scooped me up bridal style. “Eddie, grab her shoes and my shirt. Are we going to accidentally give anyone an eyeful in this dress?”

Eduardo peeked at my ass and my cheeks burst into flames. “A bit. One second.”

With a quick maneuver, he took off his own flannel and tied the sleeves around my waist, arranging the rest to completely cover me down to the back of my knees and tucking it over Dylan’s arm before he collected our things from the floor. Ialmost laughed out loud that they were trying to protect my modesty when it had to be obvious what we intended to do together.

“Lead the way,” said Dylan.

Everyone stared at us as they carried me out and I tried not to feel too embarrassed by the attention. Truthfully, I felt snug as a bug in his arms and kept having to fight off the urge to curl my fingers into his shirt and bury my face against him.

Eduardo checked us in and got the keys, and my heart did its best to beat right out of my chest the closer we got to the room. Before he opened the door, he turned to me. “Still want to go in?”

I nodded slowly.

“Querida, if you want to go to bed with us, you’re going to say it out loud so not a single one of us doubts what you’re asking for.”

I swallowed hard, staring into his eyes of liquid chocolate. “Take me inside, please.”

“That’s my good girl.” He swept me into a searing kiss. Eduardo’s mouth danced expertly with mine while I simply tried to keep up.

Dylan’s grip on me tightened. “Open the door, dude. You’re gonna give us both blue balls keeping us out in the hall.”

Eduardo pulled away slowly, reluctantly. “Always so impatient.” He tapped the card on the scanner, the light flicking to green to allow us entry. He went in first, holding open the door for Dylan and me to come through.

Electricity crackled between us. This had to be the most reckless thing I had done in decades and I was loving every second. A quick shift between them had me upright in Dylan’s arms and pressed back against the door, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“My turn to kiss that perfect mouth. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

I drank down the taste of him and basked in the pressure of his body against mine. His kiss wasn’t as smooth as Eduardo’s, but he made up for it with enthusiasm, his fingers kneading the underside of my thighs. I wasn’t going to have a single thought left in my head by the time these two were done with me. I was already struggling to string words together.

Dylan moaned against my lips and dipped down to nibble along the column of my throat. I clung tightly to him as he sent shivers skittering over my skin. I was so distracted by him I hadn’t even realized Eduardo had disappeared until he returned, sliding in to take Dylan’s place.

“You look so beautiful when you’re flushed and pink, querida.”

That only made me blush more.

Another shift, like they were communicating telepathically, and Dylan was prying off my panties and sinking to his knees, Eduardo rearranged me so my thighs were on Dylan’s shoulders.

“Have you played with more than one alpha before?” Eduardo asked.

I shook my head.

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