Page 7 of His Own Heaven

And dickless.

The last thing Toby wanted was to frighten Lucy and push her in his brother’s direction, so he took a calming breath and slowly let it out. “We’re happy to drive you home and walk you to your door if that’s what you’d prefer, but whether we give you a ride home—”

“Or give you the ride of your life,” Charlie interrupted, winking at him.Arse.

“It’s your choice.”

Lucy nodded slowly. “So, one of you, neither of you, or the two of you together, huh? You boys are spoiling me for choice.” Her tongue darted out again to wet her lips, and then she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly released it. Toby tracked the movement like a hawk tracked its prey, watched the plump little pillow darken with blood, and licked his own lips in response. His cock twitched in anticipation.

“I’ve had threesomes before,” Lucy said, “and I freely admit the idea of a threesome with you pair isveryattractive, but you’re both so…notthe type of guy I usually go home with. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little overwhelmed right now.”

“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Toby admitted, pleased by her caution in what was a potentially dangerous situation. Not that either he or Charlie would hurt her, but she didn’t know that. Yet.

It also made him wonder what type of men she usually slept with and just how many times she’d put herself in harm’s way in the pursuit of getting laid. She hadn’t seemed like the type of woman to live recklessly, but maybe he’d misjudged her. On the other hand, if she were opposed to taking risks, she wouldn’t be going home with him.

And he really, really wanted her to go home with him.

Slipping one arm free of her grip, he reached out and caught a lock of her long wavy hair. He rubbed the silky strands between his thumb and fingers, then lifted it to his nose and inhaled her scent.Gardenias.Sultry, exotic. He let his gaze travel the length of her lithe body once more.Intoxicating. The fragrance suited her. When she didn’t shy away from the possessive gesture, contentment rumbled through his chest. He didn’t miss the slight parting of her lips either, or how her body swayed closer to his. Hope bloomed inside him and cooled his anxiety. “What can we do to put your mind at ease?”

“Maybe,” she said, her tone breathless as she watched him play with her hair, “if I had more information to go on?”

Toby let the strands of blonde hair sift through his fingers and fall away from him. “And what more information would you be needing, baby?” Lucy’s gaze flicked deliberately to Toby’s crotch, lingered for a moment, then moved back again. “Naughty girl,” he said, grinning. “But you don’t get to see my dick unless you come home with me.”

“Fuck, she can see my dick anytime she wants,” Charlie said, his hands dropping to his belt.

“Stop showing off,” Toby growled. Gripping Lucy’s hips once more, he turned her slightly, angled her body away from his brother.

“Just giving the lady what she wants,” Charlie returned, shrugging. But at Toby’s continuing glare, he resumed his position leaning against the truck and shoved his hands in his pockets.

A wicked grin overtook Lucy’s face. “If Charlie showing me his dick makes him a show-off,” she said, lifting her hands to toy with the buttons of his shirt, “are you abiggershow-off or smaller?”

Now it was Toby’s turn to gawk as his own natural shyness came to the fore. Did she really just ask him if his dick was bigger than Charlie’s?

Thankfully his twin stepped in. “Unfortunately, beautiful, that is one area where my little brother has me beat.”

“Unfortunate for you maybe,” she tossed at Charlie. Then she pressed her palms flat against Toby’s chest again and returned his stare, her uncertainty replaced with humour. “Sounds like a win-win situation over here.”

He liked having her hands on him, even if it was through the cotton of his shirt. But with any luck, that would soon be remedied. With any luck, he’d soon have her stripped bare and riding his cock for the rest of the night. “Have you made your decision, then?”

She bit her lip again. “Not quite.”

Fingers flexing against her rounded hips, Toby said quietly, “What else do you need from us?” He wanted her to be as sure about this as he was and was willing to do just about anything to put her concerns to rest.

“Well, it occurs to me that many men talk a good game, but when it really comes down to it, talk is theonlything they’re good at.”

“What’s wrong, Lucy?” Charlie said, folding his arms over his chest as his impatience reared its head. He cocked a brow. “Don’t believe me when I say I have a big dick?”

Lucy smiled sweetly and held her hands up defensively. “No, no. That I believe. It takes a big man to admit his dick is smaller than his brother’s.” Toby snorted. Charlie flipped him off. Lucy continued, “I was thinking more along the lines of… kissing.”

Toby smiled down at her. “Kissing?”

“Kissing,” Lucy repeated, her smile playful yet tentative. “You can tell a lot about a man by the way he kisses.”

“Me first,” Charlie said, moving closer.

But Lucy’s gaze didn’t shift from Toby’s, and his breath caught in his lungs. Did she want him to go first? Or was she waiting for his permission? His cock swelled against his leg at the thought, at that small hint of submission. It was all he needed for any lingering tension, any residual jealousy to ease out of him.

Mine.

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