Stella wasn’t sure who moved first. One minute they were all sitting in different places and the next both men were bookending her. Holden took her face in his hands and gazed soulfully into her eyes before slowly lowering his head and covering her lips with his own. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. Their lips moved with one accord, tongues reaching out and finding purchase as they slid over and around and tangled together. She lost herself in his taste and touch, both the familiar and new.
Then Holden retreated and Gavin took his place, slotting his lips over hers as if they were made for each other. She kissed Gavin just as vigorously as she had Holden, relearning his taste and the shape of his mouth. They parried back and forth, taking turns exploring lips, teeth, and beyond.
Her head spun and her body quickened. Arousal stirred inside her, speeding her pulse and warming her skin. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that Gavin and Holden were both there and interested in her. Things like this didn’t happen to people like her—smart, responsible, boring people who ate heartily and didn’t exercise as often as they should. Erotic escapades like this were reserved for svelte, stacked blond bombshells, not doughy, pale-complexioned redheads.
Something about her must have turned their cranks though because the way they kissed her couldn’t be faked. There was real passion there. She recognized it in every fevered press of their lips and the hungry brushes of their fingers over her shoulders and arms. She clung to them in return, grasping plump, muscular biceps or hard, rounded shoulders, and kissed them back until she was gasping for breath between kisses. A heavy ache settled between her thighs. She clenched her muscles, trying to soothe the smoldering need building inside her, and only succeeding in making the vast emptiness inside her more noticeable.
The men switched places again. Holden took her mouth and Gavin kissed his way across her jaw to her ear and captured the lobe in his teeth, nipping the tender flesh and then eased the sting with his tongue. “Tell me you want this.”
She pulled back from Holden and met Gavin’s gaze. “I do. I want this.” She looked at Holden, wanting to include him. “I want both of you. In fact, I think we should move this to the bedroom.”
“Yeah,” Holden said with a nod. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard today.”
“Me too.” Gavin stood and held his hand out to her.
She put her hand in his and let him pull her up onto her feet. Gavin held her hand all the way into the bedroom, with Holden following close behind. Once they entered, Stella released Gavin’s hands and kicked off her shoes at the foot of the bed. She turned around to speak and the words she’d been about to say evaporated like mist.
Holden stood just inside the room, tall and proud, and as naked as the day he was born. Her gaze bypassed his broad shoulders and landed on the smattering of dark hair between his firm pecs. She followed it down, over his tight abs, as it thinned into a sparse arrow beneath his navel and pointed directly at what she wanted most. The substantial length of his cock jutted out in front of him, the wide, flared head flushed a deep red and already glistening with moisture.
“What happened to your clothes?” She asked without looking away from his groin.
“I thought I would save some time. It’s been twenty years since we were all together. I don’t want to waste another minute.”
“Smart thinking.” Stella couldn’t agree more. She licked her lips and took a step toward him. Gavin stepped into her path, momentarily stealing her attention. While she’d been gawking at Holden, Gavin had undressed as well. He was a touch shorter than Holden, but no less fit, every inch of his body toned and smooth. She dropped her gaze and had to sink her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle the mmm mmm mmm noise trying to roll off her tongue. From what she could see, Gavin had no hair anywhere. The skin around his long, hard cock and low-hanging balls was as smooth as glass.
“Why don’t you make yourself a little more comfortable?” Holden asked.
“Oh yeah.” Stella chuckled nervously. “I guess I should get on that, huh?”
“I can help, if you want,” Gavin offered with an exaggerated leer.
“Thanks but I can do it.” Either way she went, getting naked in front of them was nervewracking. It would be better to just strip everything off as quickly as possible and get it out of the way. In less than a minute, her clothes were on the floor. She stood in front of them, naked and vulnerable, and tried not to fidget under the weight of their stares.
Holden’s gaze lowered and then slowly crawled back up her body. “You’re beautiful, Stella. So goddamn beautiful.”
Gavin didn’t say a word. He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. He slid his lips over hers, stealing her ability to think, and speared his tongue through the parted circle of her lips to glide over and alongside her own.
She clutched Gavin’s shoulders, kneading the firm muscles beneath her palms. His body was so warm, radiating heat like an electric blanket, and his skin was so nice. She slid her hands lower, over his plump biceps. They flexed under her touch, and made her smile against Gavin’s mouth. Someone was showing off. She loved that he was trying to impress her. Little did he know, she was already in awe of them both. They were so good looking, so genuinely good, and they wanted her. She was beyond roused. Mystified was closer to the truth. She wasn’t going to think about that now. Not when she had them naked in her bedroom.
As if being pressed against Gavin and kissed to within an inch of her life wasn’t enough stimulation, a second warm, masculine body pushed up against her back and sent her senses into overdrive. Each man’s unique smell surrounded her. The soap they shared, the potent, underlying hint of musk and man. There was no better smell on Earth. Holden’s larger frame rubbed against her from chest to groin. His steely erection rode the sensitive crease between her buttocks and pressed against flesh no one other than her gynecologist had ever touched. Gavin’s cock prodded the softness of her belly. Both men felt hard as steel and ready for action. Her own sex was moist and growing more so by the second as her imagination went wild wondering what might happen next.
She squirmed between them, rolling her ass back at Holden and brushing her breasts over Gavin’s chest, rubbing her stiff nipples over his smooth skin. They tightened up like springs and ached worse with every exploratory sweep. The more she moved, teasing herself as well as the men, the more she yearned for them to throw her down on the bed and ravish her. The demand was on the tip of her tongue. But then so were Gavin’s lips and she didn’t want to stop kissing him long enough to speak.
None of them were talking. While she and Gavin kissed, Holden started running his mouth up and down her throat, from the curve of her neck to the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear. His humid breath washed over her skin and sent a shiver down her spine.
Her core throbbed, empty and eager for what they could give her. They’d barely gotten started and she was already on the verge of begging. Who knew what she’d be willing to do once they touched her below the waist. All she knew for certain was that if something didn’t give soon, her thighs were going to go up in flames, her knees were going to give out, and she was going to melt into a puddle of goo. Goo was not sexy. Holden and Gavin wanted a hot, desirable woman and she was going to do her damnedest to fill that slot.