Her Mane Men (Paranormal Dating Agency Kindle World)(26)

“Shhh, you,” I scolded, my confidence bolstered to new heights.

“Pick one.” Curtis persisted gently.

“Fine.” I squeezed my eyes shut and spit out the first one that came to mind, “I was in bed, naked, kissing you, Parker, and you were—you know.” Or tried to spit it out as the case was.

“Making love to you?” he offered.

“That, but not really.” Both men’s breath hitched. What did they think I meant to warrant that response? “Curtis was doing that.” I clarified with zero clarity. Sex phone operation was officially scratched off my list of future occupations. The only reason I’d been able to talk as much as I had been was the location. Something about being in a car helped conversations that normally wouldn’t happen, happen.

“I don’t under—oh he was? Really.”

Phew. Curtis understood my cryptic attempts to describe my dream. I was embarrassed enough saying as much as I did. Embarrassed and turned on.

“Yeah, is that creepy or weird or something.” Or hot, I wanted to add because in my mind there was nothing hotter than having Parker inside me as Curtis was inside him, controlling things from the rear.

“No, that is perfect absolutely perfect.” His voice cracked partway through, throwing my nervousness over my admission out the window.

“Care to let me in on what we just decided?” Parker’s head now poking out between our seats.

“I, my love, am going to make love to dear sweet Maddie, through you.” Damn. When he said it, it sounded twice as hot.

“You’re not driving fast enough,” was Parker’s sole reply before Curtis took his words to heart and sped through the streets and back to their hotel.

Their hotel was one of those extended stay suite places and, as nice as it was, still felt hotel and not home. As we rushed through the lobby and rode up in the elevator, I had second thoughts. Not on us being together, but location. My place was far from fancy but felt like home.

“We can’t mate,” I spit out.

“Understood.” Curtis squeezed my shoulder as the elevator dinged another floor.

“No, I mean here. In a hotel. Not, we can’t ever,” I babbled.

“Beautiful sweet, Maddie, leave all of your cares in the elevator. This is going to be amazing.” The way Parker was bouncing like a kid at Christmas was contagious, and by the time the final floor dinged, I was ready to do as he requested and leave my cares right there.

A swipe of the card key later, we were inside, making our way to the bed. No point in putting up the fa?ade of coffee or a movie. We all knew why we were there.

“Sit here, beautiful. Let us take care of you.” Parker patted edge of the bed.

I did as requested, each of them taking one of my feet in his hands, removing my shoe, and rubbing the tension from them before letting them go, joining me on the bed, and removing their own shoes. I laughed to myself picturing the conversation that must have had leading up to their perfectly executed routine.

Parker took my face in his hands and brought it to his, kissing me soundly and stealing my breath, breaking away far too soon.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night.”

“Me, too.” I raised an eyebrow at Curtis in a question. His response was immediate, his lips on mine, owning mine, dancing with mine, and before I knew it, we were both lying on the bed, his body pressing against mine, while I desperately worked at removing his shirt. Darn buttons.

“I’ve got it.” Parker’s hands brushed against mine before taking over the shirt removal. Every button he popped, his hands pressed gently into me, the sensations almost overwhelming. Almost.

When Curtis broke our kiss, making it easier for Parker to finish removing his shirt my eyes found Parker, who had somehow managed to become blissfully naked without my noticing.

“I was going to do that,” I razzed as my gaze took in his magnificent form. “Can I?” I asked, not even knowing all what I was asking permission for.

When he nodded, I sat up and pulled my dress over my head. The garment I originally thought too skimpy now felt like I was wearing a parka. Throwing the garment on the floor, I got on my knees, skootching over to where Parker sat and ran my fingers over his abs, tracing his tattoos one by one as my hand traveled lower and lower until it reached his cock, which was standing at attention. Tentatively at first, I wrapped my hand around him, giving a firm tug, which was met with a groan of pleasure from Parker and a growl from Curtis.

Turning toward his sexy rumbling, I barely took in the sight of him there beside me, naked, before his lips were on mine, his hand falling to mine, still wrapped around Parker. Slowly, I began to work Parker’s cock with Curtis’s hand joining in, his lips leaving mine only long enough to make a slow descent of my neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the erotic path to the crook of my shoulder as Parker took his place at owning my mouth.

Hands. Hands were everywhere. Mine, theirs. I couldn’t even keep track anymore, it was all so much—so overwhelmingly perfect. Zero apprehension lived in me anymore; all that remained was desire.

The snapping of my bra clasp had me moving my hand from Parker long enough to let the garment fall, and before I could get back to what I had been doing, I found myself lying on the bed, each of the men teasing my nipples with his tongue, his teeth, his hands. The sensations had me on fire. Never, not even in my dreams had I been this worked up before, this wet before. If this was what it was like during our first and historically most awkward times together, what was it going to be like next time, or the time after that because by this point I’d already decided this wasn’t ending anytime in the near future, possibly ever—a notion that should give me pause at the very least, but didn’t. It was right. They were mine. Mine.