Dealers' Choice - Susan Hayes Page 0,29

same basic orientation as before. Ceiling up, floor down. The subtle tug of gravity reasserted itself, a barely-there sensation that meant they’d slowly drift back toward the floor over time. Vic was beneath her now, Ward above her.

He released her, taking off his shirt and letting it float away before taking her into his arms again and kissing her like it was his last night of life. She knew the feeling. There was something about tonight that was special, a subtle shimmer of near-magic that couldn’t last. It was a night for making memories.

She let her hands drift over his bare skin, exploring as much of him as she could reach, her mouth still mated to his.

Vic released her, and she felt the loss of his warmth against her back even though the room wasn’t cold. When he returned, he undid the fastenings on the back of her dress, following the curve of her spine with one calloused finger.

She eased her arms out of the dress one at a time, and both men groaned even as Ward pulled it down toward her feet, baring her body to them for the first time.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” Vic whispered, his lips tracing the stripes that marked her skin.

She shivered, then gasped as Ward tugged her dress down her legs and sent it drifting off to join the rest of their clothes.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, cupping her breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking over her nipples until they were tight nubs that tingled with every touch.

“Fraxx, I don’t know what I want to do more. Kiss you, play with these or….” He let his hand drift lower, brushing over the soft skin of her stomach.

“Make her come for us, Wolf.” There was just enough command in Vic’s words to make her quiver, her pussy creaming at the implication of his words.

“Best order you’ve ever given me.” Ward’s mouth slanted across hers with a fire that could rival a star, the force of it enough to send them into another slow spin.

Both of them released her, leaving her to rotate on her own for a moment, then they were back, two bare-chested gods with identical smiles that held more than a little of their predatory nature. She was more than happy to be the prey they hunted.

“I really like this no panties thing,” Ward told her as he positioned at her feet, his hands on her ankles, coaxing her legs apart with gentle pressure.

“It’s going to make it fraxxing hard to behave when we’re in public,” Vic said.

She laughed. “I’ll wear some if it worries you so much. Then you won’t be distracted.”

“Nope. Bad idea. Forget I said anything.” Vic drifted into her line of vision, closing in for a kiss of his own in a move that wouldn’t have been possible in normal gravity.

She lost herself in the heat of it, arched and gasped as Ward’s fingers slid into the wet folds of her sex. Her world exploded into a host of sensations too myriad to keep track of. Vic’s mouth on hers, his hands on her breasts, stroking and kneading, capturing her moans against his lips and tongue.

Ward worked her clit with deft, intimate touches that had her bucking and writhing in seconds, her actions sending them spinning again. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, fucking her with one hand, the other wrapped around her thigh to anchor them together.

She rode his fingers until she was near the edge of her control, the pleasure almost more than she could bear.

Vic pulled away, his amber gaze bright with desire. “He’s going to make you come soon, isn’t he?”

She gave a tiny nod, not trusting herself to speak. If she said anything, it would be to beg them to fuck her, to stop playing and take her hard, the way she’d imagined it in her dreams.

“Not yet. Not until I’ve tasted her.” Ward withdrew his hand.

“Don’t stop,” the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“Stop? Fraxx no. Not for hours yet. But now we’ve got you to ourselves, there’s a list of things we want to do to you, and with you,” Vic said.

“Me, too,” she admitted.

“I’m going to want to hear that list, right after I hear you come.” Vic dropped his head to suckle one nipple into the heat of his mouth just as Ward’s tongue ran along the seam of her pussy’s lips. She jerked at the twin explosions of pleasure, arching herself into their touch. Ward’s