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Chapter Three

As we stepped into their hotel room, anticipation spiraled through my veins, but my newfound confidence evaporated. It was easy enough to fall into the joking and flirting when I didn’t have time to stop and think, but I stood in the middle of a room, with two gorgeous men who seemed very interested in me, and I had no idea what to do next.

Evan placed a finger under my chin and forced my gaze to meet his. “Are you all right?” His voice still held a seductive tone, but it was laced with concern. Staring into the deep pools of brown that were his eyes sent a sense of comfort over me, but it wasn’t enough to bring my thoughts back under control.

I nodded. Damn it, where had my voice gone? “I’m good. Great even.”

“May I?”

I wasn’t sure what he was asking. That didn’t stop me from saying, “Yes.”

“The thing is”—Evan settled his hands on my hips, gaze never leaving mine, and turned me so I stood between the two of them, back to Trevor and his camera—“it’s all about the teasing and seduction.” He glided his hands down my hips, toward the edge of my skirt. “Not about being obvious.” He jerked his arms, and I turned my head in time to catch a glimpse of my skirt flipping up. Cool air brushed the back of my legs, and the camera flashed.

Excitement returned in a rush, bringing my smirk with it. “I think I see what you’re saying.”

“Show me.” Trevor’s command dragged icy heat down my spine.

I twisted so he faced my side, and pulled up my skirt, hand on my hip. He continued to snap shots, as I twisted and turned. A tiny voice in my head told me I looked ridiculous. I banished the doubt it insinuated. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my panties and tugged the waist down enough to expose skin.

Evan stepped behind me and covered my hands with his, halting me mid-pose. I caught my breath and leaned back into him. “Careful, Kitten.” His chest vibrated against my back with each word. “Do you really want to take things to that level?”

Yes.
My brain screamed with the answer. I wanted to hear him say it though. There were some assumptions I wasn’t willing to make. “Depends on what that involves.” My voice came out husky.

He nudged our hands and my clothing a smidge lower. “It probably starts with me stripping these out of the way. Are you willing to bare it all for the camera?”

A fresh wave of arousal spilled through me. I had to be soaked by now. “Only if we all enjoy it.”

“Trust me, we will.” Trevor pulled up a chair and dropped into it, viewfinder still pointed in our direction.

“Then yes.” My agreement tasted wicked.

Evan dragged down my panties, leaving a trail of delicious friction behind. I stepped out, and he tossed the clothing aside. Still behind me, he flipped the front of my dress.

Trevor snapped another picture. “You shave.” His appreciative gaze lingered below my waist. “You get hotter every minute.”

“Wax,” I said. Stubble drove me batty.

Evan stepped in front of me and looked me over. “God, I’d worship a pussy that gorgeous.”

Was this a good idea? The lust spilling through me insisted yes, but habits and the fact this was all being captured on camera gave me pause.

Fuck it. If I was going to be someone else for a few days, I’d go all out. The moment for hesitation was gone. I was going to live this moment, whatever happened, and not let my inhibitions stop me. I dropped onto the edge of the bed, knees together. Enjoying the feeling of two pairs of eyes watching my every move, I trailed my fingers up my thighs, spreading my legs with each passing inch, until I had exposed myself again. “I like the sound of that.”

He shook his head with a throaty chuckle. “You do realize the kind of worshiping I want to do is hands-on?”

I’d hoped, but the acknowledgment called to the need pulsing from my sex. God, was I really putting on this show for two complete strangers? And inviting one to participate? Even my dreams weren’t this vivid. Apparently, my imagination needed to step up its game. The entire arrangement felt surreal, but I’d never been more turned on. From my rigid nipples to my swollen clit, my entire body ached for attention. I opened my legs another inch and glided my finger over my smooth, slick lower lips. I gasped at my own light touch and the moisture that coated my fingertips. “I definitely like the sound of that. Show me.”

Trevor kept the camera trained on us. The outside attention heightened every nerve in my body. Evan knelt at my feet and kissed up the inside of my thigh. The scuff of stubble on my sensitive skin coerced a groan from me. I whimpered and squirmed when his hot breath caressed my wet mound, but instead of making contact, he kissed a path down my other leg. I was intensely aware of the clicks of the camera phone with each new shot. The fact Trevor still took pictures spiked my arousal.

Evan dragged his thumb up my slit. “You’re so wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Showing off is a turn on?”

A bigger one than I’d thought possible. Every inch of me hummed like a live wire, singing with each new caress. “Only for the right 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 shaft. Trevor continued to stroke me, spreading my juices to my ass. I guided Evan toward my opening, pumping him slowly, rhythmically. Hovering above the head of his dick. My senses chirped and jumped in anticipation. Each new touch was another switch on my arousal. When Evan thrust his hips up, driving himself inside me and spreading me open wider than I ever had been, I cried out. The delicious burn spread through me, swelling and growing as he pumped.

Trevor shifted his attention toward my ass, slipping easily along my slit. A finger nudged my second opening, and a new shock of pleasure filled me when he pushed in.

Evan cupped my ass and squeezed so hard I was sure he’d leave a mark. The idea heightened my excitement. He glided his palms up my spine, pulling me toward him until my chest pressed into his. Crushing my hard nipples against his skin. Each time he slammed inside me, he hit a tender spot that made my lungs squeeze for air and my toes clench. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” he asked, holding my gaze captive.

I’d never even been asked so bluntly before, but I still had enough sense to remember I was playing a part. Beyond that thought, the rest of me was lost in the new and incredible touches. I forced myself to nod. “Of course.” My reply came out a dry rasp, and I licked my lips.

He raised his eyebrows, but if he doubted my answer, he didn’t say so. He moved his palms back to my butt cheeks, gripping and spreading.

Trevor’s finger slid out of me, but I barely had time to process the shift in sensations before something much larger nudged my back door.

“Relax.” Evan slowed his rhythm.

I tried, but my first reaction was to clench against the intrusion. I forced myself to breathe, and when Trevor began entering me, I thought my head might burst in a shower of sparks and pleasure. He dug his fingers into my hips and inched in, rocking in time with Evan. The slow push in took a few moments, and stretched me in ways I’d couldn’t have imagined, filling me up, pressing into new areas and flaring with bliss. His hips met my ass, and I knew he was buried inside.

The pace increased again, quickly becoming frantic. I didn’t know where to focus. The sensations were all new, intense, and overwhelming. Evan cupped one of my breasts, and squeezed hard, in time with the pounding. He pinched the nipple. Rolled it between his fingers. Tweaked enough it hurt. Climax rolled through me again, building in my belly, merging with the delicious pain in my chest, and culminating between my legs, until my orgasm ripped a shout from my lungs. I lost myself in the moment, riding the waves as they crashed over and through me.

The feeling didn’t ebb the way I expected. It receded for a moment, and then rushed back, full force. I heard a grunt or two. The men slammed harder against my frame, more punctuated. Fingers gripped my hips harder, Trevor’s short nails digging into my flesh. Evan shuddered underneath me in a series of gasps and groans, before slowing.

The room spun. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen and blood in my brain. I struggled to catch my breath, and clung to the edge of enjoyment bursting through me. Trevor slid out of me first, and I reluctantly rolled off Evan to collapse between them on the comforter.

The three of us lay sprawled in the middle of the king sized mattress. They looked as dazed as I felt. Evan tangled his fingers with mine, and Trevor rested his head on my thigh. The sounds of breathing returning to normal and the occasional happy sigh mingled with the climate control. My mind was numb. I liked that.

A mechanical whistle shrilled through the air. My heart leapt, trying to jump through my ribs, and the two bodies next to me jerked. I laughed and pressed one hand to my chest, feeling the pulse hammer against my palm. I reluctantly extracted my fingers from Evan’s, to reach for my phone. “Sorry.”

Trevor squeezed my leg. “At least your friends are looking out for you.”

Sure enough, the message was from Jackson.
You okay?

Had we really been up here for an hour? Wow. I sent back a quick,
I’m good, thanks. >.> <.<.
The emoticons at the end would let him know it was me sending the note. I set the phone next to me on the comforter.

Now what? The moment had been amazing, but I didn’t have any illusions it was meant to last beyond now. Did we say our goodbyes? Were we still playing the ARG as a team? Would we ignore each other once we left the room?

Evan traced the pads of my fingers with his thumb. “You’ve never done this before.”

The kind tone, combined with the direct statement, sent pins prickling through me. Was he surprised? Disappointed? It didn’t matter. I pushed out my casual bravado. “Of course I have. Haven’t you?” I shouldn’t have asked that. It bit into the pleasant fantasy and planted it in the middle of honest, blunt, non-playful reality.

Trevor’s grip tightened on my thigh for the briefest of moments. “We, um…”

Evan paused in his attentions. “It’s not like it’s something we make a habit of. The whole pictures thing? That was brand new and fucking hot. But, yeah, we’ve shared before.”

Shared. The word rubbed me the wrong way, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. Here I thought
never done this before
referred to a casual hook-up, not the fact we’d just made a Kathryn Sandwich. I didn’t know what to do with the revelation.

Part of me had known the pickup was too smooth. Too easy, and it wasn’t as if I thought I was either guy’s first, but I couldn’t ignore my disappointment that this hadn’t been a completely unique, spontaneous moment. I drowned the sentiment. No reason to blow things out of proportion. Their past experience didn’t change the fact this moment had been amazing, and I’d acted on the whim, not caring at the time about the details. As I repeated the reassurance, most of the gnawing in my stomach faded.

My phone chirped again, slicing through questions I didn’t want to face. Another note from Jackson.
You sure?

I studied the simple message with a frown. Jackson was as protective as any brother, but he’d never been a nag about it. Two words shouldn’t concern me so much.

“Everything all right?” Evan righted himself and turned to face me.

God, he was gorgeous. And only for looking at, now on. I pulled my gaze from his defined chest before my eyes could drift lower, and directed it back at the device in my hand. “I think so.” I replied to Jackson as well.
Unless you know something I don’t, I’m fine.

I didn’t even have time to look up, before his response chimed through.
Then you’re taking up modeling?
Huh? I stared at the cryptic words. What the hell? Seconds later I received a link, followed by,
Carter found these on some new stock photo site.

A glance told me two pairs of eyes watched me with concern and curiosity. I gave a generic wave of my hand, not sure what it meant, and clicked Jackson’s link. “What the…?” The faint words tumbled past my lips, and I trailed off. It was exactly what Jackson had said. The collage on the splash page had two pictures of me, taken that morning in the conference room downstairs. Several others on the site were from the convention too. I let myself linger on a touch of relief they were all from downstairs. Still…

I sent Jackson back an,
I don’t know what this is. But it doesn’t have my okay. Looking into it.

Okay,
his next message read.
Ping me if you need help.

“Kitten?” The concern in Evan’s voice dragged me back to the room.

Right. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I handed him my phone. Trevor shifted his weight, to look over Evan’s shoulder. “The fuck?” Evan said, as he handed the device back. “We just took those.”

This wasn’t good at all.

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