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  Allie’s eyes widened. “You’re both going to be in my pussy?”

  One corner of Van’s mouth tipped upward. “Did you have another scenario in mind?” He gave a wicked chuckle at Allie’s blush and leaned in to suck her bottom lip between his teeth. Eyes sparkling, he released her. “Much as I’d love to be balls’ deep in your ass when you come for us, I have a feeling you’d need a little extra TLC before advancing into that form of DP, baby.” Grazing his knuckles along her quivering belly, he ducked his head and swirled his tongue in a lazy lap around her peaked nipple. Giving a low hum of pleasure when Allie responded with a gasp, he stepped back and swept her with his blistering gaze. “Getting back to your woefully inadequate soft limits list, what is your stance on fisting?”

  Her attention immediately veered down to his hand and she gulped. “Um, yeah, not so sure about that one.”

  Van held up his wrist for inspection. “Really not that much bigger than taking two cocks.” He relented with a soothing kiss on her forehead when the paleness didn’t ease from her face. “It’s okay. We’ll stretch you another way.”

  Allie blinked back tears. “I—I don’t want to disappoint you guys.”

  Beau quickly joined them and added his own words and kisses of reassurance for her. “Shh. You could never disappoint us, Al. Don’t even worry about that.”

  “But—”

  Van stopped her with his finger pressed to her lips. “This is why it’s important to discuss your limits. You did the right thing being honest with what you do and don’t feel comfortable with. Beau and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  She swallowed roughly, her tear-glistened eyes threatening to spill over again. “Thank you.”

  Beau frowned. “For what?”

  “Being so patient and wonderful. I—I could never do any of this stuff with other men. Only you two.”

  Fucking right you couldn’t. Because Van and I would break their damn kneecaps. Keeping that thought to himself, Beau nuzzled her neck, once again losing himself to her sweet strawberries and cream scent. A rustle sounded to the left. He glanced over to see Van slipping on his trousers.

  “Where are you going?” Allie asked worriedly.

  “To pick up a few supplies we’ll need from downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

  Beau distracted her with a lingering kiss while Van headed out the door. Sweeping his tongue along hers, he trailed his fingertips over the lush fullness of her ass, drawing her snug against him in the process. His swollen cockhead rubbed along her labia, the sensation so mind-numbingly fantastic, it was damn tempting to start the party without Van.

  Allie wiggled provocatively, glazing him with more of her wetness and nearly annihilating the frayed thread of his willpower. “You can fuck me standing up, just like this.” Her breathlessness verified she was looking forward to it as much as he was.

  He slid a hot kiss down to her jaw. “Why do you think Van rigged these straps precisely to this height?”

  She gave a blissful moan when he found the sweet spot beneath her ear. “Remind me to thank him when he comes back.”

  “You and me both.” Reversing course, he returned to her mouth and groaned when her tongue flirted with the tip of his. Tunneling his fingers through her hair, he tipped her head back, seeking a deeper angle to devour her completely. The need for oxygen took precedence eventually and he compromised with little nips and bites all over her neck. “Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you taste? I can’t get enough of you.”

  She shivered in his arms, her body swaying as she snuggled closer to him. “This night is better than any fantasy I’ve concocted about you and Van.”

  He licked a slow path up along her neck. Chuckling at her squirming efforts to escape his seductive torment, he massaged the globes of her buttocks. “Even the one where I’m making you come all over my tongue while Van’s fucking this cute little ass?”

  She made a considering noise in the back of her throat. “Well, that is a pretty darn good fantasy.”

  “Might have to make it into a reality before the night’s done.”

  Allie fell into a contemplative silence. Hard to say if it was due to her mulling over his suggestion, or him bringing up the inevitable conclusion to their sexy adventure. Judging from the pensive set of her jaw, it’d be a safe bet on the latter choice. Intent on dodging any persuasive arguments she was armed and ready with, he returned his focus to her mouth, lavishing her with lazy, exploring kisses until she went limp and soft in his grip.

  A few moments later, the barely discernible click of the door lock announced Van’s reappearance. Glancing over his shoulder, Beau met his best friend’s amused—albeit aroused—regard. Pocketing his keycard, Van shook his head and stepped away from the door. “I can’t leave you alone for two seconds.”

  Beau grunted. Like there was any shot in hell that Van wouldn’t have taken advantage of the opportunity if the situation was reversed. He eyed the enormous blue vibrator in his best friend’s hand. “Holy hell, that thing makes John Holmes look like a pencil dick.”

  Allie wrinkled her nose. “Not to mention it resembles a mutant Smurf pecker.”

  “Christ, everyone’s a dildo critic.” Setting aside the vibrator, Van kicked off his wingtips and stripped out of his shirt and pants.

  An appreciative sigh fell from Allie. “You and Beau should be banned from wearing clothes. Ever.”

  Chuckling, Van stashed his garments on the end of the Kama Sutra seat. “Doubt our members would appreciate us walking around Haymaker’s in the buff.”

  “Trust me, the gym bunnies would be ecstatic if you did,” Allie said, the dryness in her tone readily apparent.

  Beau grimaced. “All the more reason not to do it.”

  Allie offered him a telling look. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t enjoy their attention.” She glanced in Van’s direction. “Goes double for you, Mr. Showoff.”

  “Hell, can I help if they have outstanding taste in eye candy?” Van’s grin slid into place at Allie’s snort. “What? You’re saying I don’t qualify as Stud Muffin of the month?”

  “Puh-lease. You and Beau could easily be crowned Stud Muffins of the century. Which makes all of this that more insanely surreal. Seriously, the idea that you two actually want to have wild, crazy sex with me?” Al’s lips twitched with amusement. “I’m probably going to wake up any second from one doozie of a Nyquil hallucination.”

  Beau frowned. “Why would you say something like that?”

  “Uh, because it’s true? Admit it, I’m about as polar opposite as someone can get to one of your gym bunnies.”

  The amusement stamping Van’s mug vanished. A fierce fire igniting his gaze, he cupped Allie’s jaw. “First off, they’re hardly our bunnies. Beau and I tolerate them because they’re paying to use the gym, nothing more. We’re damn thankful that you’re nothing like them, baby.” He glanced at Beau. “Am I right?”

  Beau nodded emphatically.

  A fraction of the skepticism eased from Allie’s face. “Really? You don’t care that I’m not perfect like them?”

  “Al,” Beau growled warningly. He could easily see where the conversation was headed, and if there was one thing he wouldn’t stand for, it was Allie’s unfair and completely unwarranted criticism of herself.

  “Oh calm down, Cujo,” Allie cajoled with an eye roll. “I’m allowed to admit to my imperfections. I’m far from being super skinny and fit. My cellulite has a lifetime lease on my thighs, for Pete’s sake.” She gnawed her bottom lip and cast her gaze to the floor—the first outward sign of vulnerability she’d displayed since broaching the subject of her self-perceived flaws. “I also have scars. Not exactly my prettiest feature.”

  Truthfully, before she’d brought up her scars he hadn’t even noticed them. And since he was all too aware of the circumstances behind those faint pink marks snaking the length of her calf, he felt inclined to call them badges of her strength—both physically and mentally—to overcome the har
sh blow life had delivered her all those years ago.

  Convinced his actions would speak far louder than any words could, he hunkered in front of Allie and tenderly kissed the largest of her scars. Caressing the silky skin behind her knee, he peered up at her. His gaze must have transmitted the heat purling through his blood because a shallow breath lodged in her throat and her nipples visibly tightened.

  He straightened and palmed her breast, leisurely circling the swollen nub with his thumb. “You’re nothing less than absolute perfection, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and brushed the shell of her ear with his lips. “And Van and I are going to prove it to you by pleasuring every inch of your luscious body until you think you can’t take any more. But that’s only going to be the beginning of the ecstasy we’ll give you tonight.”

  Allie’s breathing quickened. He leaned back to study her face, his fingertips tracing the delicate rise of her cheekbone. “Sound like a good plan?”

  “Hell yes.”

  Smiling at her enthusiastic response, he offered her another lusty kiss. The sinful heaven of her mouth was almost enough to distract him from the slick sounds of Van lubing up the vibrator, but the moment Van glided the humming device between Allie’s legs, Beau broke their kiss so he could watch her squirming response to the vibe’s oscillating caress.

  Van gripped Allie’s hip, guaranteeing she had no choice but to submit to the toy’s teasing pulses. He swirled the jellied tip directly over her clit and she arched up onto her tiptoes in the stirrups, a series of choppy gasps springing from her in an endless stream. Van didn’t immediately take pity on her. He relentlessly strung out the torment, until she was panting and straining against the restrictive straps.

  A mountain of clues confirmed that Van was riding the same sexual edge as Beau. Sweating like a motherfucker? Check. Erection capable of wiping out low hanging wires? Double check. The heat rolling off of him threatened to singe anything—or anyone—within a three block radius. But he was also clearly in his element. He kneaded her hip, the motion equal parts soothing and commanding. “You’re not going to come until we tell you to.”

  “I—I don’t know if I can hold out.” Allie squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth chattering slightly.

  “You will. Because I want you to obey me like the good girl you are. And you want to please me.” Van stroked his palm upward, his caress lingering on her ribcage. He detoured to her breast and massaged its weight before journeying to her shoulder. With a gentle flex of his fingers, he bracketed the base of her neck. The motion was a subtle but dynamic signal of his dominance over her.

  Beau’s memory possessed the incredibly ill timing to traipse back to the moment in his apartment when Van asserted a similar power play by boldly handling Beau’s junk through the dubious protective covering of his jeans. And just like on that occasion, a quivery thread of excitement coursed its way through Beau. Fascination seizing him by the jugular, he greedily soaked up the telltale cues to Allie’s free fall into submission. Every ounce of resistance and tension draining from her, she stilled her motions, her breath easing a notch.

  “That’s right, let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice hypnotic, Van slipped the vibrator lower and carefully nudged it between the slickened folds of her labia.

  A flicker of doubt flashed in Allie’s eyes and she instinctively pressed her thighs together. “I—I don’t know about this. There’s no way it’ll fit.”

  “It will if you relax and trust me.” With a calm deliberateness, Van coaxed her legs open. His gaze locked with Allie’s, guaranteeing her focus stayed on him and not the vibrator.

  Beau wasn’t granted the same distractive maneuver, which meant his rapt attention had free rein to remain glued to the sizzling sight of Van slowly working the large tip of the vibe into her tight little pussy. Licking his lips, Beau swiped a bead of sweat away from his eye, desire a thick, dark pulse pumping through his blood. Inch by inch, the massive blue dildo sank home. By the time the device bottomed out, Beau had forgotten how to breathe and his skin was roasting from the inside out. Swallowing past the Sahara-like conditions in his throat, he reached between Allie’s legs and gently stroked a fingertip over her drenched flesh.

  She whimpered, her trembling limbs hinting at the inner battle she waged to hold her climax at bay. He trailed his hand higher, bypassing her swollen clit. The thought of dropping to his knees and lapping at that engorged bud while she was stuffed to the max with plastic cock brought a pool of saliva to his mouth. But he wasn’t that much of a tormenting bastard. He’d leave that title for Van. Instead, he splayed his fingers above her left breast, the chaotic leapfrogging of her heartbeat thrumming under his touch. She shuddered, her beseeching gaze begging him to take her over the edge.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d been on the receiving end of that particular look, but coming from Allie? Talk about a sledgehammer to his willpower.

  The subtle weakening in Beau didn’t go unnoticed by Van. Giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head, Van dialed the vibe to the lowest setting and gave a slight twist to his wrist, earning a desperate moan from Allie. Van cupped her cheek with his free hand. “No, don’t come yet. Save that beautiful climax for when Beau and I are buried deep inside you.” He slid his hand to her nape and increased the vibe’s speed a notch, all the while keeping his stare fused with hers. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby? Our hard cocks stuffing you to overload. Pushing you past your breaking point. Until there’s no thought left. No need beyond complete surrender.” The entire time he’d been mesmerizing her with his words, Van had steadily upped the vibrator’s pace until it was humming near maximum output, and Allie was shaking uncontrollably.

  “Yes.” The word fell from her on a faint, tremulous whisper. She bit her lip, her body a writhing mass of tension as she struggled not to give in to the vibrator’s insistent pulses. She swallowed hard, her pleading stare darting between Van and Beau. “Please, I want that. So badly, it hurts.” The words tore from her on a strained cry.

  Van clicked off the vibrator and traced his fingertips along her jaw, giving her a moment to recover from the sensory overload. “We’re not going to let you hurt anymore. Before we go any further with this, we need to get that safeword out of the way. Believe me, I don’t make a habit of letting that slip by.” The corner of Van’s mouth crooked into a half smile. “And this time I’m not gonna let myself be distracted by a pearl thong and your sweet little pussy.” He removed the dildo and lowered onto his haunches to inspect his handiwork. “Mmm, fucking beautiful.” A hungry growl rumbling from him, Van separated her labia with his thumbs and speared his tongue inside her.

  Beau watched the bobbing motion of Van’s head, the raunchy display of animalistic feasting boosting his own appetite to dizzying heights. Before he could halt it, a vivid image flashed across his mental big screen. Instead of Van’s voracious mouth between Allie’s legs, it was Beau’s. While he gorged on her in lusty abandon, Van stretched over him, his swollen cockhead gliding in a persuasive caress at the base of Beau’s tailbone before easing inside his ass. Inch by inch, filling him to the max and completely putting Beau’s newly acquired butt plug to shame.

  A tantalizing shiver tripped through Beau, jogging him from his trance. Disturbed by the constant unwanted shift of his thoughts, he cleared his throat gruffly. “Great job you’re doing there of not getting distracted by her pussy.”

  Van took his sweet time removing his tongue from Allie’s pussy. His grin unrepentant, he licked his lips and hefted to his feet. “Hell, it happens to the best of us. Now getting back to that safeword…” He stroked his damp jaw, his considering gaze lingering on Al. “I prefer a system that’ll let me and Beau know where you’re at with us every step of the way.”

  Allie’s forehead scrunched in contemplation. “You mean kind of like a traffic signal—green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for Whoa, Nelly, no freakin’ way?” She sniggered at Van’s stupefied expression. “I told you I read a crapton o
f BDSM books.” She cocked her head to the side. “So how does something like that sound?”

  “Simple and sweet.” Van gave a nod. “Sounds like me and works for me.”

  Beau rolled his eyes. “Dude, you’ve got a fucking piercing in your dick. Nothing simple or sweet about you.”

  “How about if I get a unicorn tattooed on my ass? Will that make me sweet?”

  “Don’t know about sweet, but it’d make you awesome,” Allie piped up.

  Van flexed his pecs. “Doubtful the world can handle an extra dose of this kinda awesome.”

  “Could we please move on before my dinner makes a reappearance?” Grunting, Beau trekked to the nightstand next to the enormous bed and yanked open the drawer. It’d been freshly stocked with every type of lubricant and size of condom in existence. After fetching the box of extra-large bare-skin Trojans, he returned to the suspension cage and tossed one of the condoms to Van. “So we’re all in agreement on the safewords?”

  “Yeah, unless you’d like to add your own.” The wicked sparkle in Van’s eyes intensified when Beau choked on a cough.

  Allie squinted at them. “Wait a sec. Nobody said anything about me having two sets of safewords. Don’t you think that’d be confusing and unnecessary?”

  He knew damn well that wasn’t what Van had meant by his remark. Rather than take the sneaky asshole’s bait, he decided to go with Al’s angle instead. Infinitely safer. “Your traffic signal method is more than fine for me too.”

  “Good to know.” His teeth flashing in that patented predatory smile of his, Van ripped open his condom packet and sheathed his cock with three efficient down strokes of his fist.

  Flustered by the sudden skyrocketing of his internal temperature, it took a moment for Beau to catch the significance behind Van’s comment. Son of a bitch was dead set on twisting his words every chance he could. Beau opened his mouth, only to immediately snap it shut when he realized there was no way in hell he could put Van in his place without having to do a shitload of explaining to Al in regards to the double-meaning Van continually tagged on everything. One look at Van’s gloating mug verified that he was having a field day making Beau squirm.