Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(83)

“Tell me you want to see where this goes,” Dylan urged, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Tell me that you want us to pleasure you, to make you feel things you’ve never imagined.”

“Yes,” she rasped. Her body had a mind of its own, impulsively leaning into the hard body behind her as those big, work-roughened hands gently slipped around to her chest.

Dylan’s eyes left her face, his gaze sliding to the person behind her. “Christian, you remember Sarah.” Dylan peered down at her again. “Sarah, Christian.”

“Chris,” the man voiced. “You can call me Chris.”

She couldn’t form words because she was now caught up in the sensations that were assaulting her body as she processed the fact that she had gone to high school with this man. She’d spent days thinking about this, wondering how awkward it would be. But it wasn’t. Yet. And that was surprising because she had yet to see Chris’s face. She knew what he’d looked like in high school, but now…

Dylan took a step back. “I want him to undress you while I watch.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Sarah willed the rioting butterflies in her belly to chill out.

When Dylan moved farther back, perching on the edge of the mattress, the strong arms around her relaxed slightly. She kept her eyes locked with Dylan’s as the man—Chris—slowly tugged on the string at her side. He clearly knew how this worked. Once it was freed, the wrap-dress slid open. His hand dipped inside and tugged on the other string, then slid the dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.

She felt every bit as naked as she was thanks to Dylan’s slow perusal of her body.

Dylan tilted his chin. Obviously a silent command for Chris, because he unhooked her bra and it too fell to the floor.

“Take his shirt off, Sarah.”

She faltered for a moment, not sure she wanted to turn around. Since she had yet to see Chris’s face, she could easily pretend this never happened. But once she did…

Chris clearly was on to her hesitancy, because his hands gently cupped her arms and guided her around until she was facing him.

She was eye level with the man’s chest, which meant she had to look up—way up—to see his face. Sarah stared up into the steel-blue eyes of the man she was allowing to touch her. Aside from being older, he looked a lot like he had in high school. He was tall, a few inches taller than Dylan. He had dark hair and a scruffy jaw, like Dylan. The similarities ended there though. Where Dylan’s face was ruggedly handsome, Chris’s was less chiseled, smoother. He looked younger than Dylan, but she knew they were the same age.

“Very nice to see you again.” Chris’s deep, gravelly voice slid over her nerve-endings, making her entire body pulse.

“His shirt,” Dylan reminded.

Sarah slowly slid her hand up Chris’s torso, working each button open slowly. Her fingers trembled, but she managed.

As she revealed sun-bronzed skin, she admired every inch. He was in great shape. All solid muscle. It was obvious he worked outdoors because even in the winter he had the evidence of a tan.

Once she had the shirt unbuttoned, Chris shook it off, then his hands did a slow glide from her shoulders down to her elbows. He turned her once more so that she was facing Dylan. This time when he pressed his chest to her back, she felt the warmth of his skin.

Dylan got to his feet and moved toward them.

“Oh, God,” Sarah moaned when Chris’s mouth trailed over her neck at the same time Dylan leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Two men.

There were two men kissing her, touching her. It was surreal and she didn’t want it to end. She forced her brain to decipher between the various sensations, but it was nearly impossible. Her senses were overwhelmed.

Sarah had no idea how long the kiss lasted, but she was still reeling when Dylan pulled her toward the bed and settled her on his thighs, facing away from him. He brushed her hair off her neck, his lips trailing over the skin he exposed. His hands roamed slowly, gently over her chest, her breasts, her belly. All the while, she was watching Chris as he inched closer to them.

Chris didn’t say a word, but his eyes said more than words could have. He looked at her as though she was the most tempting woman he’d ever met. It did something strange to her insides, a warmth curling through her belly, extending lower.

“Spread your legs,” Dylan whispered, his big hands urging her thighs apart. “I want Chris to taste you.”

Oh, geez. Sarah knew what that meant, and though a touch of modesty skirted the edge of her mind, she allowed Dylan’s hands to spread her legs, to glide up her thighs, his fingers separating the slick lips of her pussy and baring her to this man’s gaze.

Chris dropped to his knees as though he were going to worship her.

A rough growl reverberated from Chris as his mouth trailed over the inside of her thigh, then slid to the other. Sarah realized she was gripping Dylan’s forearms, holding on to him tightly.

“Taste her,” Dylan ordered. “Put your mouth on her pussy.”

Dylan groaned, his lips skimming her neck when Chris’s head lowered between her thighs.

The instant his hot breath stroked her sensitive flesh, Sarah flinched. And when his lips grazed her clit, she nearly fell off Dylan’s legs.

“How does it feel, Sarah? To have his tongue on your clit?”