She tilted her head back and smiled. “Me, too.”
“Pax and I will take good care of you. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid. Not of the two of you. I just don’t know what to do.”
Pax come up behind her and nodded to AJ. “You call the shots, babe. You tell us what you want, and don’t want,” Pax said.
She shuddered against AJ, then half turned so she could look at both of them. “Let’s go stretch out on that big bed in my room. I’ve never had the opportunity to play with two men.”
They let her lead them into her room. AJ watched her hips sway back and forth as they walked the hallway and she opened the door to her room. She pulled the curtains and moonlight streamed in across her king-sized bed, then she turned to them.
“Is this enough light or do you need more?”
“Whatever you want, Teresa,” AJ said.
She seemed to consider it for a moment, then moved to the nightstand and switched on the small light there. “I want to see both of you a little better. This is a first for me and I don’t want to miss a thing.”
AJ sucked in a breath. Neither did he.
TERESA WONDERED IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO BE EXCITED AND scared shitless at the same time. She supposed it was possible, because she felt both. Here she was, in her bedroom with two testosterone-laden men, and she had no earthly idea what she was supposed to do with them. She was sure it showed, too, because AJ came up beside her and wrapped his arms around her.
“There are no rules to this, Teresa. No written set of instructions that say you have to get from point A to point B in a certain way.”
Pax came over and sat on the bed, taking her hands in his. “We just do what feels good, what feels natural to everyone. Whatever you like, we like.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“It is,” he said, pushing onto the bed and leaning on his elbows. “I can tell there’s something you want to do. What is it?”
She shuddered, then half turned to AJ. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead.”
She crawled onto the bed and came up beside Pax, then turned to AJ and held out her hand, inviting him to join them. “Come on.”
AJ climbed on the bed and positioned himself opposite her, lying on his side with one hand propping up his head. He swept her hair over her shoulder and let his fingers trickle down her spine. She shivered and inhaled. One man touching her, the other looking at her like he wanted to eat her alive.
“You’re in charge here, Teresa,” AJ said. “You have the power.”
Her eyes drifted closed for a second as she realized what that meant, what AJ was telling her. They weren’t going to demand anything of her or take over what was happening. It wasn’t like that night five years ago. She would call the shots. She understood what this meant, what they were doing for her.
She shifted and sat on her heels, content for the moment to stare down at these two incredible men.
“I’m like a kid in a candy store,” she said. “Right now I just want to window-shop. And then I want everything.”
Pax laid his palm on her thigh, the heat of his hand searing her flesh. “Look all you want. We aren’t going anywhere.”
They were both tan, with powerful bodies. AJ and Pax had lean, natural muscles she found incredibly appealing. She reached out to touch Pax’s chest, a solid brick wall. He laced his hands behind his head and watched her. Then she shifted her gaze to AJ.
“Go ahead. Touch him. I don’t get jealous, Teresa. Anything you do to Pax is going to turn me on, so quit worrying.”
She leaned over Pax, her hair falling forward to tickle his face. He laughed and she did, too. And when he gathered her hair in his hand and held it for her, her smile died and she bent to lightly brush her lips against his. He tightened his grip on her hair, drawing her closer, his groans making her wet, making her bold.
“Kiss me, Teresa.”
She did, pressing her mouth against his. He took possession like she knew he would, wrapping his arm around her, sealing his lips to hers, his tongue claiming hers like there was a battle to be won. She surrendered gladly and fell against him, powerless against the sensations of hunger and need Pax drew out of her with one kiss. She found his ni**les and slid the pads of her thumbs over them, wondering if he’d like what she liked. The sounds he made against her mouth told her he did.
She could get lost in his kiss.
Shaken, she pulled away and turned to AJ. He had been watching, his eyes darkening to a midnight storm. She pushed him onto his back and leaned over him. It was a heady experience going from one man right to the next, knowing that—at least for tonight—both of them belonged to her. AJ cupped her face and brought her mouth to his, teasing nips and licks against her lips that left her breathless with anticipation of the next. And when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he took her mouth in a deep, soulful kiss that made butterflies dance in her belly, made her wet and needy and ready to climb on top of him and slide his c**k inside her until the ache exploded into an orgasm. It was so different from the way Pax kissed her, and it was patently obvious she was never going to mistake one for the other.
She wondered if f**king them would be this different, too.
The thought made her tingle all over.
She sat up to catch her breath, overwhelmed from the sensations pinging through her. She took a moment to stare at both men, who seemed content to lie on their backs and let her do just that. What it must cost them to restrain themselves like that.
She danced her fingers over their chests and abs. Neither of them even flinched as she dipped farther south. Then she paused and realized they were hers to do with as she wanted, a fact that hadn’t yet sunk in.
She knew what she wanted to do, so why was she so hesitant?
“Go ahead,” AJ said. “Do it.”
She reached out and skimmed her fingers over the base of his cock, wound her hand around it, measuring the heat and thickness of him.
“That feels good, Teresa.”
It was a heady feeling to be able to give him pleasure. She turned to Pax, so different than AJ in just about every way. And he was watching as she stroked AJ’s cock, imagining, she thought, how it would feel when she touched him. She didn’t want him to wait—she couldn’t wait—she skimmed her hand over his shaft, too, lifted it, stroked it, loving the sound of his sharp intake of breath.