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audience.”
    “In that case, lucky us.” He blew on my wet skin, and a pleasant shudder rolled over me. Seconds later, his tongue followed the path his thumb had drawn. When he wrapped his lips around my tender button, a moan tore from my throat. I leaned back, supporting my weight on my wrists, and closed my eyes. He traced dizzying patterns with his tongue, and my groans grew louder and more punctuated. He lingered on the area, sometimes pressing harder, then pulling back when I ground against his face. The teasing buildup already had me on edge, and the wax and wane of contact drew my climax closer to the surface.
    “Fuck,” Trevor muttered. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper sliding down.
    Was he…? The notion he might be jerking off to the show made my head spin. Evan shoved two fingers inside me without warning, and sucked harder on my clit. Orgasm built inside, spilling through my veins, rolling over me, consuming me as I cried out. I pressed against Evan until his touch became too much, and then I pulled him up and crushed my mouth to his. The taste of musk and sex—of me—lingered on his lips.
    He tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked. Shock surged inside, filling me with a need for more. Of him. Of this. Of all of it. He forced his tongue in my mouth, and it danced with mine. A frantic dance for dominance. A drive to be closer.
    He pulled back with a ragged gasp, held my head, and looked me in the eye. “Though you may not believe this”—a gravelly current undercut his words— “we really did only want pictures. But Christ, you’re hot. I need to be inside you.”
    I nodded over his shoulder. “You’re sure Trevor doesn’t mind watching?” I didn’t have a problem with it.
    Evan kissed up my neck, a series of hard sucks and hungry nibbles, until he reached my earlobe. He caught the flesh between his teeth and tugged lightly, before letting go. “I’m sure he’d rather join in.”
    His words rumbled over my skin, and my brain jolted to a stop. It wasn’t as though the idea of multiple partners was a foreign one. Jackson was in a poly relationship. Except that was the big difference—he was committed to his partners. Besides, I was boring, shy Kathryn. This wasn’t the kind of opportunity that presented itself to me. Except apparently, it was. The idea of being with two guys at once, the fact it was about to become more than a fantasy, brought back my arousal full force.
    “Are you okay with that?” Evan asked.
    Logically, reasonably, in everyday life, I shouldn’t be. I couldn’t talk myself out of wanting it though. The entire idea made my body hum for more. “Absolutely.”

Chapter Four
    It didn’t take us long to shed our clothes. I wasn’t sure which sight I appreciated more. Trevor’s wiry frame and pale skin, with cords of muscle trailing through his forearms and a trail of dark hair running from his navel downward, or Evan’s defined chest, six-pack abs, and—oh, my hell—those lats. One of them had condoms. I wasn’t even sure who.
    Evan sat on the edge of the bed and tugged me toward him. He laid a trail of kisses along my hips, over my stomach, and up my chest. Each feather-light touch tingled through me, culminating in a sharp need between my legs. My clit throbbed, wet and eager. I’d never been interested in continuing after I got off. Not by myself or with one of the few boyfriends I’d had. Right now, seeing them get off—and me at the same time—was an all-consuming thought.
    Two fingers slid between my pussy lips from behind. Trevor. I groaned. He nipped at the soft skin where my shoulder met my neck, and stroked between my thighs. He pressed close, his chest meeting my back, and his groans rumbled through me.
    Evan lay back on the bed and tugged me forward. “I want to watch you ride me. See your face this time, when you come.”
    I straddled him. He covered my hand and directed it back to wrap around his cock. He grunted when I grasped his thick