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Kyra shut down the rational part of her brain, which was coming up with all sorts of reasons why they should maybe talk things through or be more responsible and careful with each other before they leapt into bed without looking.

She gave in to the impulsive and greedy parts of herself, which urged her to capitalize on what might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Her pale pink sweater was over her head and tossed aside before she’d made it two steps inside.As she wriggled out of her pants, she took her phone from her pocket and set it on the countertop, where it buzzed ferociously, vibrating against the hard surface.

Unwilling to be distracted for long, with Ollie and Van in hot pursuit and ready to make her wildest fantasies come true, she barely glanced at it.Just enough to see it wasn’t Jordan trying to get in touch with them about the plate he’d been running or the incident they’d caught on the dash cam earlier.

It was probably junk mail since it was from an unregistered number.She didn’t know anyone from the 515 area code.When a picture popped on the screen in the previewer, she shoved the phone away in disgust.

Kyra would let Van deal with that later.Much later.

She sure as hell wasn’t about to risk allowing some lame, blurry dick pic to ruin something she’d been dreaming about for months.Unlike the keyboard warrior with no better way to get off than by terrorizing women on in the internet, she was about to have the real thing.

With not one but two men who meant something to her.

So she finished getting naked.After living on a bus of dudes for years, she was pretty skilled in the art of the quick change.Or, in this case, the speedy disrobing.

She’d already laid herself out across Ollie’s super comfy bed and struck a pose on her side, her head propped on one hand and the other draped over her hip to hide her bare pussy.Provocative yet not too slutty.At least she hoped.

“Kyra?Are you sure?”Ollie gave her another chance to change her mind, not that she would.

“Huh?I thought that was obvious.”She looked down as if only then noticing that she had not a single stitch of clothing on.Colorful tattoos stretched across her chest then wound down her arms.She used her tongue to toy with her lip piercing as she did when she was anxiously awaiting the signal that she was cleared to rush onto the stage.

This was going to be the performance of her lifetime.

If Ollie and Van were going to give this to her, she wanted it to be as good for them as it was for her, and she already knew it was going to threaten to blow the wheels off Ollie’s van when they exploded together.

“Yes.Show me that it’s not me, it’s you.Or at least that it has been until now.I mean, if somebody doesn’t take their dick out and put it to good use, I’m going to get a complex.”She huffed.“Okay, fine.Aworsecomplex.”

“What the hell are you rambling about?”Van asked as he got naked, too.Just like that day on the bus, it seemed that once she tripped his libido, there was no going back.Maybe Van needed someone to help him turn off his thoughts every once in a while, too.

Ollie checked the van’s doors.Then did the same as she and Van had, hopping on one foot as he peeled off his faded black denim jeans.“I think Kyra very mistakenly believes that we aren’t dying to have her.”

“What?You’re not serious, are you?”Van looked between Ollie and her, his cock halting its progress in stiffening.That was not at all the reaction she was aiming for.

“Don’t worry about it.Just…get over here, would you?”She patted the spot beside her.This afternoon they wouldn’t be awkwardly attempting to lie in bed without touching each other.No.She would have the decadence of permission.Approval to touch them to her heart’s content.

“I’m coming.”

“I hope not already,” Ollie muttered, making Kyra laugh.It was exactly what she needed to keep from chickening out when faced with the two men she’d been drooling over for months.

“Shut up, asshole.”Van swatted at Ollie, missing completely because he didn’t bother to turn around or take his stare off of Kyra.“What I meant was staying away from you another moment would be torture.”

He leapt onto the bed and straddled her, pressing her flat to the mattress.

“Oh, okay.”She hated how small her voice sounded.How uncertain.

“I have an idea,” Ollie said as he climbed up behind Van then circled around to her far side and stretched out beside her.

“What’s that?”Van asked.

“We shouldn’t let her leave this bed until she believes you.Believesus.”He traced the lines of her tattoos across her collarbones then lower, onto the upper swells of her breasts.His caress seemed twice as potent with Van watching him do it.

“In favor,” Van muttered before leaning in until his lips brushed hers when he said, “I hope it takes alotof convincing.”

Partially to reassure herself this was really happening, and partially because she’d envisioned it for so long, Kyra stroked her hand down Van’s bare back from his shoulder to his tight ass.

If he minded being nude in front of Ollie, she couldn’t tell.

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