Page 8 of The Forbidden Trio

“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body heating all over as he looped an arm around her waist.

A strong, muscular arm, and oh God, the way he smelled!

They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat down on hers to take off her shoes. Paul stretched, reaching out to ruffle Noah’s blond hair. “Anyone else tired?”

“A little sleepy from the wine maybe,” Jessie said.

“Me, too. A little.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. A Japanese-style tsunami wave curved over one shoulder. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them, and it was spectacular.Hewas spectacular.

It only made her wish that she had her own tent—because how could Paulnotwant to have sex with him tonight? But even from a neighboring tent, if she had to lie there listening to them have sex, it would be torture.

Paul stripped his shirt off, too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, but it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his dark nipples surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck. She wanted to put her mouth everywhere.

She curled her hands into fists, pulling in a deep breath, but it was filled with the scent of two hot men edged with pine and fresh night air, a heady combination.

Stop it. Time to sleep.

The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs as she knelt on her sleeping bag, pretending she didn’t notice. But it was impossiblenotto notice. Both were hard, both with impressive erections under the dark cotton. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.

Oh yeah. Gonna die.

Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”

“Um, I guess not.”

She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and underwear. She tried to pretend they weren’t all nearly naked together. As Paul lay down on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body, his scent warm on the night air, and more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.

How was she ever going to get to sleep?

When Paul leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, she had to bite her tongue to keep from groaning aloud.

“‘Night, Jess.”

“Goodnight.”

“Sleep well,” Noah said.

She lay in the near-dark, moonlight casting shadows inside the tent, doubting she’d ever get to sleep as she listened to the rhythm of the two men breathing and the crickets chirping in the night. It was hot in the tent, and they were all laid out on top of their sleeping bags. She was far too aware of the two bodies next to her. Far too awake, despite the wine.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she tried to shut her mind off, trying to rid it of the images of Paul and Noah, the two of them touching each other. Touching her. But they kept coming, one sensual flash after another, until she was soaking wet, fighting to hold still, to keep her hand from creeping between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart to find the hard nub of her clit and bringing herself to a much-needed orgasm. But with the two guys right there and not even the sleeping bag to cover her, all she could do was bite back a moan.

There was a soft sound next to her, and she turned her head. Paul had his back to her, and she could see Noah’s hand resting on his side, then moving down, over the hard muscle of his buttocks. She could barely make out much more than their silhouettes, the shadows of hands, but she could tell they had them all over each other, stroking slowly.

Seriously? They were going to do this with her right there? There hadn’t even been time for her to fall asleep!Kill me now…

It was pure torture to watch, but she couldn’t look away.

She was burning. For Paul. For Noah.

When Paul raised himself up on one elbow, leaning in to kiss Noah, she couldn’t help the small groan that escaped her.

“Shit, Jess, did we wake you?” Paul’s voice was low, husky.

“No, I was up. Haven’t been able to fall asleep.”

“I’m sorry, sugar.”

“No need to apologize. I was enjoying the view.” God, had she really said that? She bit her lip.

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