Overheard (Unspoken #2)(18)

“I-I didn’t know you were here,” she sputtered.

She gripped her shirt even tighter, sure her face was as red as a stoplight. To her surprise, Luke stood by the stove, his expression one of interest as he watched her.

Wes stopped in front of her and reached down for her hand. He tugged her forward into the kitchen.

“Come on now, Gracie,” he drawled. “You’ve seen me naked. Time for me to return the favor.”

She shivered slightly under his intense stare. “Is this a practical joke or something?”

Wes ran his hand up the lapel of her shirt, nudging it slightly aside until her br**sts peeked around the edge.

“No joke. We’ve been friends a long time, Gracie. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I don’t think you are. I think you’re as turned on as I am right now.”

She cocked her head in confusion and shot Luke a panicked look.

“Quit dicking with her,” Luke said.

“You want a threesome,” Wes said. “Luke and I want to give you one.”

Her mouth rounded to an O and her eyes widened. Wes’ fingers brushed across her ni**les, flicking lightly at the rings.

She looked back over at Luke again to see him staring intently at her.

“If you don’t want this, just say so,” Luke said quietly. “We don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “I mean, I don’t know what else to say. You’re okay with this?” she asked Luke.

He smiled. “Who do you think invited Wes?”

“Holy shit.” She shook her head, unsure of whether or not she was dreaming. A threesome. Not with strangers. With two men she trusted implicitly. Two men who cared for her and would make it good. Not much to think about there.

“What do you say, Gracie?” Wes murmured.

She nodded. “Okay.”

Wes nudged her chin up with his knuckle, and she looked into his warm brown eyes.

“I don’t want things to be awkward for us. We’ve been friends too long for that.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. His goatee rubbed softly on her chin. Bubbles of excitement took flight in her chest. She relaxed against him, and he deepened the kiss.

Her shirt parted as his hands slid underneath the material and cupped her br**sts. His thumbs worked over her ni**les, and his hands moved down her skin.

Shedding her inhibitions, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting her tongue roam playfully over his.

It was a different experience kissing Wes. He was more gentle than Luke but every bit as sensual. If she gave herself time to analyze the situation, she’d likely retreat in mortification, but it felt right.

Wes wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her upward until she sat on the countertop.

“Much better,” he murmured.

Her br**sts were now level with his mouth, and he took advantage. His tongue rubbed lightly over one nipple. It puckered and her muscles tightened in response.

He cupped her br**sts with both hands and held them up for his mouth to devour.

“I never knew you had such a wild side, Gracie. I like it. The rings are hot.”

She moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue toying with the ring.

“She needs to eat,” Luke interjected.

Wes slowly pulled away, and it was all Gracie could do not to insist she wasn’t hungry so they’d take her to bed. Her stomach contradicted her by rumbling.

Wes lifted her down as Luke set a plate on the table for her. She walked unsteadily to her chair and sank down into it. She pulled her shirt tight around her, suddenly giving up the idea of making Luke crazy. He’d completely turned the tables on her.

The two men sat down on either side of her and proceeded to polish off their plates of food. She managed to nibble down a small amount, but her stomach was in full somersault mode, and she knew she wouldn’t do much justice to her food.

“If you’re done picking at that, I know something we could be doing that’s a whole lot more fun,” Wes spoke up.

She flushed and pushed her plate away. Wes held out a hand to her and pulled her from her chair. Luke walked toward the bedroom, and Wes swung her into his arms and followed.

Wes deposited her on the bed, her shirt falling open. She quickly pulled her shirt off and tossed it off the bed. Wes and Luke stepped back and began stripping out of their clothing. She watched, not missing a single detail.

Her heart beat a little faster as Wes moved toward the bed. His c**k was impressive. A size that would make a woman stand up and pay attention. It brought to mind all sorts of yummy questions. Would it fit? How delicious would it feel to accommodate all of him?

Wes grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Her legs fell open, baring her pu**y to him. He made a sound of appreciation as he bent his head.

Just the anticipation of him touching her with his mouth had her ready to burst. When his tongue finally rubbed over her delicate folds, she nearly came on the spot.

“You taste as good as you look, Gracie,” he said. “Sweet.”

She arched her back and moaned as his tongue delved deeper. The bed dipped and swayed as Luke climbed up beside her. He bent his head to her br**sts, and she cried out as both men tormented her with their mouths.

Wes slid a finger into her pu**y. “God, you’re so tight, Gracie. I don’t want to hurt you.”