Three of Hearts (6 page)

I sensed Ben’s movement off the bed as he too shed his clothing with a rustle and clink of his belt buckle. The enormity of what we were doing flickered through my mind. I was in my hotel room with two naked men! And those men were Ben and Lucas. We had totally lost our minds.

Ben’s hands landed on my hips, and with a gentle tug, he drew me away from Lucas. Wide-eyed, lips parted, I stared at Lucas, and he gave me a wry smile. “Greedy bastard,” he said.

“You know it,” Ben murmured. “Want your mouth now, Haylee. Kiss me.”

And it was his turn for a long, deep kiss. He licked into my mouth, and our tongues slid together as he wrapped his arms around me. His fingertips brushed over the top curve of my ass, then slid lower to cup me there.

“You have the sweetest ass,” he murmured, kissing his way across my jaw again.

“True that.” Lucas reclined on the pillows. “Spectacular. And your tits are amazing too.” Was it my imagination, or were they competing to give me compliments?

“Christ, Haylee.” Ben squeezed one cheek and helpless excitement rose in me again.

He found my mouth once more, and we got lost in long, drugging kisses. I swept my hands over the sleek hot skin of his shoulders and back, drew his unique scent into my lungs and tipped my pelvis into his. His cock thrust between us, long, thick, powerful. It made my inner muscles tighten all over again.

“Wanna make you come again,” he whispered to me. “D’you want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Um . . . both?”

He smiled and eased me down to my back next to Lucas on the bed. Lucas immediately rolled to his side facing me and set his palm flat on my belly. “Fuck, that was hot.” He sounded almost surprised. “Watching you two kiss . . . your tongues licking . . . my dick’s on fire.”

I swallowed. “I-I want to do something about that. Really.”

He did the sexy eyebrow arch at me. “Yeah?”

I gave a tiny nod.

“Hmmm. Well, if you really want it . . .” He looked at Ben, who was parting my thighs once again. I followed his gaze and took in Ben’s expression: fascinated and hungry. My insides fluttered.

At that moment, even though I’d been nearly freaking out at the idea that I was in a hotel room naked with two naked men, I realized that I had a certain power in this situation. They both seemed so captivated and so eager to please me, it made me feel feminine and beautiful and strong.

Just what I wanted.

I let myself revel in that unusual feeling, unusual for me, the tomboy, the athlete, the girl guys liked to drink beer with and talk about football with. Now I was sensual and desirable and taking so much pleasure in my body, with the attention I was receiving—their touches, their looks, their kisses.

“Fuck, Haylee.” Ben stroked my pussy and shivers ran over me.

Lucas leaned closer. “See . . . so sweet.” His hand slipped up my torso, between my breasts, which swelled in their desire for his touch. My nipples tingled, and as Lucas fixed his gaze on them, they tightened painfully. He pressed on my chest, fingers splayed above my breasts, his arm brushing their inner curves, and then he licked his lips and bent his head. His eyelids lowered and his tongue came out to tease over one nipple.

It wasn’t enough. I shuddered, but I needed more. He licked again, then took my nipple into his mouth. With gentle suction, he had my abdominal muscles contracting hard and my pussy squeezing. A moan climbed up my throat.

I lifted one hand to his head, and my other rose then flopped to the bed.

“You know what would be good?” Lucas murmured, lifting his head.

“Wh-what?”

“You, tied up.”

Heat flashed through me, and I sucked in a breath. My eyes flew open to meet his.

He grinned. “Yeah. Tied up and helpless. So all you can do is let us make you feel good.”

My mouth dropped open. “Tied up?”

“Great idea,” Ben mumbled, just before he put his mouth on me.

Fuuuuck!
My hips lifted and everything inside me twisted with excitement.

Tied up! Oh holy crumb cakes! And Ben was licking me, sending sizzles through my veins. Lucas tugged harder on one nipple with his mouth, and I gave a strangled cry. Sensation streamed from there to where Ben’s tongue licked, and I strained toward him for more, more, please more . . . I realized I was babbling that aloud.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Ben touched his tongue to my throbbing clit. “More.”

Ben’s hands and fingers on my breasts and nipples had been wonderful, but now Lucas sucking on me too was . . . sensational. I’d never experienced anything like that . . . How could you, with only one man, one mouth? Two was incredible!

“I want you to both suck my nipples,” I demanded breathlessly, shocking myself. “Please,” I added.

Ben lifted his head. “Oh yeah, I can do that.” He crawled closer, and then he and Lucas each took a nipple into their mouths.

Oh dear god. My back arched, my fingers curled into fists, and a sharp ache materialized low in my belly. Never, never, ever had I felt something so erotic, so excruciatingly delicious. My hands cupped their heads, holding them at my breasts as they tugged and sucked on the tender tips. God. Oh god.

My chin lifted, head going back deeper into the pillow, waves of pleasure washing over me. My pussy tightened and begged for more.

“It’s so good,” I gasped. “So good. But not enough.”

“You need to come, baby,” Ben mumbled against my breast. He tenderly licked over the nipple, gave nibbling kisses to the curves around it, then dragged his tongue along the underside of my breast. My hips lifted off the bed again.

“Yes. Yes.” But I knew I needed more than just an orgasm, I needed to be filled, needed to be . . . fucked. Oh god. Could I ask for that? Would they do that? What we were doing was crazy, but actually fucking . . .

Ben slipped his hand down my body and between my legs, cupping my pulsing pussy. His big fingers stroked through my folds, all slick and wet. Then he brushed over my clit, and I jerked hard.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “So hot.”

I lifted my head to look at them, their heads so close together, almost touching. I saw Ben’s gaze shift sideways to watch Lucas sucking my nipple. I went mindless and a little crazy. Ben’s finger again found my clit and started a circular motion over it. I shifted just a tiny . . . tiny . . . bit . . . to get it on the exact . . . right . . . spot . . .
there
. “Oh god, yes, there . . .” Sensations began to converge inside me, hot and tight, almost painful in their intensity.

I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up into Ben’s hand. His fingers were good, so good, applying just the right pressure. He read my slight movements and responses to know just where to touch. I could have cried, it was so incredible, and I was stunned at the emotion that rose from my chest up my throat, nearly choking me.

My hips lifted restlessly, searchingly, and a huge lovely swell rose inside me, rushing hot and pure. I cried out as I came, my fingers clutching two male heads to my breasts.

Ben’s fingers stilled on my pussy, cupping me gently as I pulsed against his palm. Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck. This was off the charts hot. Never, never, never. Fragments of thoughts spun around in my head as I whimpered and sucked in air, and my chest heaved. They both drew away and took turns gently kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.

“Guys,” I moaned. “Oh my god, guys, you killed me.”

“Oh baby,” Ben said, hand still between my legs. “That was nothin’.”

“I don’t think I could survive anything more.” I said it because I thought it, but the truth was—I
wanted
more.

But I was also exhausted. Limp. Replete. The emotional intensity of the concert, the alcohol, and two stunning orgasms had drained my energy. My eyes were heavy, my body lethargic. Drowsiness crept over me, rendering me even more lax.

I petted their heads, Lucas’s thick hair, Ben’s silky soft. “You guys. You guys.” I knew I babbled, but it was all I could manage. “So sweet. I love you guys.”

Yeah, that might’ve been a stupid thing to say. They knew what I meant. I hoped. Just then I was too overcome with lethargy and sleep to try to clarify. So I closed my eyes and drifted off, barely waking when the soft duvet was pulled up over me.

I woke up the next morning groggy, blinking into the dark hotel room. The blinds shut out all light, and I had no idea what time it was. I turned my head on the pillow to see the digital alarm clock. Ten fifteen. Huh.

Memories began to sift through my morning fog. Last night . . . Ben and Lucas . . . oh my god. My head whipped back around, but I was alone in the king-sized bed.

I stared up at the ceiling for long moments, trying to figure out if I’d had some crazy dreams last night or if what I remembered had really happened. Oh my god. I squeezed my eyes shut at the rush of heat through my body. Oh my god.

My stomach knotted, and I rolled to my side, knees bent up to my chest, face buried in a pillow. I was never going to leave this bed. Never going to face the world. And especially never going to face Lucas and Ben again. I would go to Alaska. No . . . Kazakhstan.

Which pretty much meant my country music career was over.

I briefly contemplated the extent of the country music business in Kazakhstan, but then I started to hyperventilate. My head went light and spinny. My heart missed a beat, raced, missed another beat. I broke out in a sweat.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

My eyes flew open wide. Not gonna answer it. Whoever it was. Not going there.

But then I heard a click, and I bolted upright, grabbing the duvet to my naked body. Someone was coming in. Maybe room service . . .

Lucas appeared, Ben close behind him.

Oh my god, oh my god. I stared at them, clutching the duvet in front of my chest.

“How’d you get in?” I croaked.

Lucas held up the key card between two fingers. “We borrowed this when we left.”

My teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. The room was still whirling slightly. “Wh-when did you leave?”

Lucas glanced at Ben and shrugged. “Around two, I think. When you crashed on us.”

Oh. Yeah. His gently accusing tone made me blink. “I guess I did crash. Um . . .” Was I supposed to apologize? I bit my lip again, remembering that I’d wanted more, so much more, and they’d been aroused and . . . had gotten nothing in return. It had bothered me last night, and I still felt guilty about that. God! This was surreal!

Dressed in worn jeans, boots, and a T-shirt that hugged his broad chest, Lucas advanced on the bed. “You passed out before we got to the good stuff. Leaving us hanging, high and dry and horny. But you can make it up to us tonight.” He winked.

Tonight! Holy crapsickle! My eyes widened, and my insides did a flip. My gaze darted to Ben, who regarded me with an expressionless face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. His button-down shirt was untucked, worn with a skinny tie and a cotton blazer.

“We wanted to make sure you were up in time to get to the airport,” he said quietly. “It’s nearly ten thirty.”

Lucas nodded. “I was afraid maybe you’d gotten up and put the privacy lock on.”

“I just woke up.” I sat up straighter and tried for a glare. “Ever think of maybe just knocking on my door?”

Lucas grinned. “We did knock.”

“You didn’t give me time to answer!”

My eyes widened as he sat on the bed. “Wasn’t sure how you were going to react today, babe.”

“You okay, Haylee?” Ben stayed away from the bed, his shoulders tight. Our eyes met, but his were shuttered. His concern for me touched me, but I studied his face, a little concerned about
him
. He seemed . . . quiet. Distant. Was he in one of his moods? Was he regretting what we’d done?

“I’m okay,” I managed to say. My face burned.

Lucas laid his big hand on my shoulder. “You were amazing.” He trailed his fingertips down my upper arm.

My heart crashed against my ribs. I swear all the oxygen in the room disappeared because I could not breathe. Somehow I managed to choke out some words. “I-I was amazing?” I’d done nothing! They were the ones who’d done everything. They’d given me more pleasure in one night than Doug had in six months, not to mention two of the most intense orgasms of my life. Holy hotness!

Lucas leaned over and kissed my lips, softly, sweetly. “We need to get packed, grab breakfast, and get to the airport, gorgeous.”

I blinked. Several times. “Uh. Yeah. I guess we do.”

He’d called me gorgeous.

Ben stood watching us, saying nothing. Then he asked, “Sure you’re okay, Haylee?”

I wanted to scream,
No, I’m not okay! Freaking out, here! What have we done?
Lucas apparently wanted to pick up where we’d left off, and Ben did not. Freaking out was right. But I kept my lips pressed firmly together and nodded.

They exchanged looks, which was becoming a regular thing. Actually, it always had been. They’d always been able to communicate wordlessly, but usually when it came to music. The rest of the time their communication consisted of trash talk and insults. Now they seemed to be communicating about me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. This look was charged with . . . something I couldn’t read.