She hurried into the large bathroom and turned on the shower. Then she dug around in her suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt along with a fresh change of underwear. She smiled ruefully at the plain Jane white briefs and bra. When she hit the shops, lingerie was going to be one of the first things she bought.
Thirty minutes later, she came out of the bathroom to where the guys were watching TV. “Ready?” she asked.
They stood and headed for the door. Downstairs, they walked out to the Land Rover and climbed in.
“They have a good steakhouse not far,” Adam said. “Has great atmosphere. Laid-back.”
“Sounds good,” she said enthusiastically.
In truth, she didn’t care where they went. The thought of a juicy steak had her positively slobbering. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have to wipe the drool off her chin.
They soon pulled into a crowded parking lot. A large rambling old-style restaurant spread out across two lots. It was fashioned like a southern bayou cabin with cedar wood and a front porch boasting knobby rocking chairs.
Holly walked to the entrance, her arms snug around the waists of Ryan and Ethan. This was her first true outing with the three of them, and she felt self-conscious, but at the same time, devilishly happy. What woman wouldn’t be green with envy? She had three of the most drop-dead gorgeous guys in the entire state of Colorado all to herself.
Adam gave their name to the woman manning the front, and within seconds, she was shepherding them to a table in the far corner of the room.
Ryan held out her seat for her, and Holly sat down next to Adam. The waitress came by and they rattled off their drink orders while they started looking over the menu.
Adam curled a hand around Holly’s neck and massaged gently. She loved his touch. Loved that he touched her so often. They all did. It comforted her in ways words never could.
She leaned back in her chair and absorbed the surroundings. In the middle of the room, a zydeco band cranked out upbeat Cajun songs. Smiling couples navigated the tiny dance floor in various stages of the two-step.
“Wanna dance?” Ryan asked with a slow, sexy drawl.
She arched an eyebrow in surprise. “You dance?”
He gave her a wounded look. “My mama taught me to dance just fine.”
Holly laughed and scooted her chair back. “By all means, let’s dance. I can’t two-step, but if your mama taught you, you can teach me.”
Ryan led her onto the floor, his hands curving possessively around her hips. His fingers splayed out over the curve of her ass and tucked into her back pockets. He pulled her close to him, until she fit perfectly in his groin.
“Aren’t we too close for the two-step?” she murmured.
“Who cares,” he growled into her ear. “I like you just where you’re at.”
She felt his c**k swell against her belly, and a thrill shot through her system. Her knees went weak with wanting. She trembled against him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He nuzzled his face into her hair and blew gently over her ear.
“You are evil,” she whispered. “Don’t think I won’t get you back.”
“I live in hope.”
She laughed.
Feeling bold, she slid one hand between their bodies, wiggled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and down to his hard cock.
“Jesus, woman.”
He mashed their bodies closer together, and she laughed again.
“Afraid someone will see?”
His response was to fuse his lips hotly to hers. She was robbed of air as Ryan feasted hungrily on her mouth. When he pulled away, his eyes glittered with desire, molten lava about to explode.
“That answer your question?”
A tug at her waist prevented her reply. She turned to see Adam cutting in, a cocky expression on his face.
“You’re hogging her, little brother.”
“Later, babe,” Ryan said, promise etched in his eyes.
Adam tugged her into his arms, a wicked grin on his face. “You two trying to make it on a public dance floor?”
She blinked innocently at him.
“Oh, I saw your hands down his pants, baby.”
“Jealous?”
He grinned. “Hell yeah. Only I don’t want your hands there. I want those sweet lips wrapped around my dick.”
Her body jolted at his explicit words. Her ni**les hardened to the point of aching. He smiled a slow, satisfied smile. “Are we turning you on, baby?”
“Is this a plan y’all have hatched?” she demanded. “Try to make me as horny as possible in the middle of a restaurant?”
“Is it working?”
“Hell yes,” she muttered.
He chuckled and nipped playfully at her ear with his teeth. “Good.”
Another tug at her waist, and she moaned in protest. “This isn’t fair and you both know it,” she complained.
“Are you wet?” Ethan whispered as he took her into his arms. “Are you imagining the three of us licking, sucking, biting, f**king…?”
She groaned low in her throat. “Oh my God, you have to stop,” she said weakly. “Can’t we skip dinner?”
He laughed, low and husky. “Oh no, doll. We have all night.”
She closed her eyes and thunked her head against his chest. “I’m so going to make you all pay for this. I’m gonna give prick tease a whole new definition.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Somehow I think I’ll enjoy whatever punishment you come up with.”
He picked his head up and looked over her shoulder. “Food’s here.”
She looked over to where Adam was motioning to them.
She walked back over and wilted into her chair. She shot them all dirty looks and ignored their innocent grins.
“Ohh, this smells heavenly,” she said as she sniffed the delicious aromas floating over the table.
“Try mine,” Ryan offered, holding a fork out to her.
She examined his offering. “What is it?”
“Bacon wrapped shrimp in butter sauce.”
“Mmmmm.” She opened her mouth and he gently tucked it between her lips.
“Such a sweet mouth,” he murmured.
He extended his finger and wiped a small bit of butter from her lip then slid his finger into her mouth. She sucked at his finger, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Witch.”
She withdrew, smirking at him.
She cut into her steak and savored each and every bite of the tender meat. In between bites of her own food, the men gave her samples of their entrees, each one given with a dose of sensuality that left her weak and aching. She’d never existed in such a haze of sexual awareness. Each look, each touch sizzled and burned, awakened a powerful yearning within her.
She knew they were drawing attention from nearby tables, and she didn’t care. Let them look. How could she possibly feel awkward about something that felt so intrinsically right? Never in her life had she felt with such absolute conviction that she was where she needed to be.
“What are you thinking about, doll?”
She smiled at Ethan, allowing the full force of her contentment to shine.
“I was thinking how perfect this evening is.”
“And to think it’s just getting started,” Ryan murmured.
Adam slid his hand over to rest on her thigh. His thumb drew lazy circles above her knee, and his fingers slipped further between her legs.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time, baby.”
She leaned back in the chair, her glass of wine in hand. She sipped leisurely at it.
“Anyone up for dessert?” she asked.
Three pair of eyes sizzled over her skin. She shivered in reaction.
“I know exactly what I want for dessert,” Ethan drawled.
Her cheeks blazed, and her legs clenched together to squelch the unbearable tightening in her pu**y.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” Ethan whispered. “So sweet. Soft.”
“Maybe we should go,” she mumbled.
“Something wrong?” Adam asked.
She shot him a dirty look. Then she leaned over, brushing her br**sts against his arm. She dipped her hand low, slid it over his thigh, between his legs until she cupped his bulge in her hand. She squeezed gently, kneading and fondling.
“Not a thing,” she said sweetly.
He stood and hauled her up next to him. “Never let it be said I didn’t accommodate a lady. Let’s go.”
The ride home was quiet. Tension radiated throughout the vehicle, and Holly’s legs stayed tightly pressed together. Her clit pulsed and hummed. If she so much as touched herself there, she’d go off like a rocket.
When they arrived at the hotel, she walked to the elevator on shaky legs. Once inside, Ryan pulled her against him, his hands fumbling with her jeans.
“Off,” he ordered.
“We’re in an elevator,” she whispered.
He gave her a wicked grin as the elevator did a slow rise to the third floor. “Don’t make me rip them off you.”
She swallowed then quickly shucked her shoes and jeans. Oh God, don’t let anyone be going up!
Ryan unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down then hoisted Holly up in his arms. In the time the elevator climbed to the sixth floor, he had sunk his c**k deep inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the curve of his shoulder. His palms cupped her ass, squeezing, lifting as he plunged deeper.
She wasn’t going to last. She was too aroused from the night of teasing.
The elevator whooshed open and Ryan started forward, his steps measured as he worked around his jeans that were pulled down to his hips.
She’d never experienced such a rush. Ryan buried deeply within her pu**y, walking down a public hallway of a hotel, knowing someone, anyone could walk out and see them at any time.
Adam walked in front, and behind them, Ethan carried Holly’s shoes and jeans.
She moaned, biting her lips to keep the cries of pleasure at bay. She gripped Ryan harder and rocked her hips closer in to him.
Adam opened the door and Ryan walked inside, carrying Holly. Ryan pressed her to the wall next to the bathroom, reminiscent of their interlude in the barn. Holly couldn’t hold on any longer.
Her stomach tightened, her pelvis constricted, every muscle in her pu**y exploded in pleasure. She cried out as Ryan’s mouth smashed into hers. He rocked her against the wall, driving harder.
She was adrift in mindless pleasure, her body drawn as tight as a bowstring. And still she kept climbing.
Ryan’s mouth slid down her neck, nipping and sucking as his hips rocked between her thighs.
“Let go,” he whispered. “I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.”
His words, so heartfelt, were her complete undoing. She splintered into a hundred different pieces, each going a different direction. The room blurred and slipped out of focus, and she went limp against Ryan.
He gathered her tighter in his arms, his body going rigid as his own release gripped him. Slowly, with extreme care, he lowered her until her legs released his waist and her feet hit the floor.
As Ryan stepped away, Adam curled an arm around her waist and guided her toward the bathroom.
“First a nice, hot shower. Then we have plans for you.”
“You mean there’s more?” she asked weakly. Honestly, if there was much more, she was going to live a very short life. How much pleasure could one woman stand?
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Oh yeah, baby. The night is just beginning.”
Chapter Seventeen
Holly closed her eyes as Adam gently washed her body under the hot spray of the shower. He kissed and sucked in between rubs and strokes until she was very nearly out of her mind with pleasure.
When his hands slipped between her legs, delved into the soft folds surrounding her clit, her entire abdomen clenched and spasmed. He ran his fingers through the layers, thumbing her clit as he gently soaped the curls.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked as he removed his hand.
“Oh God, don’t stop!”
He chuckled and reached over to turn the water off. He stepped out of the shower, and she watched in unabashed appreciation as water beaded and ran down his muscular body.
He quickly ran a towel over his naked skin then reached back into the shower for her. He wrapped the large towel around her body and pulled her into the front of the bathroom. He dried her skin then her hair then tossed the towel aside, leaving her naked in front of him.
He wrapped his big hands around her waist and hoisted her up onto the counter by the sink. She looked at him in surprise as he gently spread her legs, baring her pu**y to his hands and his eyes.
“I’ve wanted to do this for some time,” he said as he reached into the small overnight bag that housed their toiletries.
She watched in fascination as he took out a razor and a small can of shaving cream.
“Just the thought of your pu**y all pink and bare, smooth and soft…makes me hard every time,” he said in a husky voice.
She shivered, small goose bumps dotting her skin.
He slid a finger into her wet center then moved it upward, parting her folds as he went. Then he bent his head and sucked her clit into his mouth.
She nearly shot off the counter, her body convulsing at the out of control sensation that shot through her belly.
He lifted his head back up and grinned.
“You’re so mean,” she complained.
He laughed then wet a washcloth in the sink beside her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the mirror as he began applying the cream to her pu**y.
His strokes were feather light, each one making her clench her teeth a little harder. Teasing, soft, not hard enough to make her come, each touch drove her crazier with lust.