Page 63 of Wicked Fantasies

He shrugged. “I’ll never be able to be in the same room without wanting her again.”

Heath considered his words for a long time. “Neither will I. So I guess we’d better put on our most persuasive faces and convince the girl, since failure doesn’t seem to be an option.”

He smiled and walked over, placing a friendly hand on Heath’s shoulder. “Well, my friend, I’ve been thinking about that and it seems to me that Kylie responds better to actions than words.”

“Are you suggesting we seduce her into agreeing to marry us?”

“Like you said, failure’s not an option and the way I see it, all is fair in love and war.”

“You’re speaking in clichés,” Heath muttered.

“Better that than the puns I usually annoy you with.”

Chapter Ten

The sun was rising outside when Kylie opened her eyes to find two large predators staring at her.

“You guys look like a couple of hungry tigers.” She could feel their arousals pushing against her hips and wondered if her body was up to any more playing. She was pleasantly sore in muscles she hadn’t known she possessed.

“We were starting to worry you were going to sleep the entire day.” Heath reached over and pulled her on top of him. He covered her face with soft kisses and she giggled as his fingers brushed her waist so lightly it tickled.

“It’s dawn, you slave driver. Besides, you should have woken me up. I certainly don’t want to be accused of wasting our last day on something as silly as sleep.” She thought she heard an unhappy growl from Colt, but when she looked over her shoulder his face belied the sound so she dismissed it. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Seems to me there’s one fantasy we’ve yet to indulge in.” Colt’s deep voice reminded her of his Tequila Truth answer and she shivered with anticipation. Heath must have mistaken her response.

“Easy, Sunshine. Remember your safe word. You can say it anytime.”

“I don’t want to say it.” She pushed up onto her hands and knees, caging Heath below her while offering Colt a perfect view of what she wanted him to claim.

She was thrilled when Colt’s natural dominance came shining through. “Don’t move. Stay exactly like that.”

She looked over her shoulder as he moved to the bedside table. She watched as he removed two condoms and a tube of lubrication. He saw her gaze on him and he offered her a seductive smile that did little to calm the butterflies now flittering in her stomach.

She was about to get her ultimate sexual fantasy.

Colt and Heath were going to take her together. She quivered with excitement at the thought.

Colt returned to his spot directly behind her and she struggled to relax when his large hand came to rest on her ass.

Heath reached up and ran his knuckles along her cheek in the way she’d come to love in the few short days they’d been together. The gesture was so typically Heath. His had always been the shoulder she cried on when life got too tough and his touch now was so full of comfort and love it was all she could do not to cry with delight.

She shook slightly when she felt the cold lube land on her ass, but Heath shushed her and continued to stroke her face.

She leaned forward, desperate to feel more of him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest as she offered him her lips, silently begging him to claim her mouth as surely as Colt would claim her ass.

As Heath deepened the kiss with the stroke of his tongue, Colt deepened his own strokes, pushing one, then two thick fingers inside her anus. The plug had worked its magic and she felt her muscles relax against the unfamiliar invasion.

Soon he added a third finger and she broke away from the kiss with a pleasured cry.

“More,” she demanded without thought. For a moment, she feared they’d deny her, tease her, but her word seemed to be the impetus they were waiting for.

Heath picked up the condom Colt had laid beside him on the bed and put it on, while Colt continued to torment her ass with his fingers. Once Heath was sheathed, his strong grip on her hips pulled her until her wet opening was level with the crown of his cock.

She struggled to breathe as he slowly impaled her body on his rigid erection, his tight hold keeping her from thrusting down on him as she desired.

When he was fully seated, he held her completely still. She fought against his grip, desperately trying to fuck him until Colt’s hand landed on her ass with a loud smack. She froze. The spot he struck stung for only a second until he ran his cool lips across the injured flesh. She fought against the pleasure and pain as he repeated the action on her other buttock.

The feelings his actions evoked in her body were better than in her wildest dreams.

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