London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,57

Eliza said to enjoy myself while I could? The time would come when neither Spencer nor Holden Byrd was beholden to me. But for the moment, they were.

“I thought you said she was a virgin,” Holden said, and I felt the sting of betrayal. Somehow, the fact that Spencer had told his brother made it easier to make my decision.

“She’s not sleeping with you,” Spencer said with a finality that dared him to be questioned.

“I thought that was my choice?” I was tired of standing here while they treated me like a toy they were negotiating custody of instead of a person.

Spencer arched an eyebrow in surprise. “I thought you might want more time before…”

“You’re right,” I said to him, taking a step toward Holden. “I’m not sleeping with him. Tonight.” I stopped in front of his brother and looked between the two of them. The alcohol was making me brave and I slipped into the role of someone much more liberated than I had ever been. Maybe that was how Kerrigan was in real life. Maybe I was channeling her. “How does it work? Does one of you watch? Or…?”

Spencer stepped closer, his tongue darting over his lower lip. “Sometimes. Sometimes, we both...but I don’t think you’re ready for both of us at the same time.”

I felt a gush of arousal between my legs at the thought of both of them touching me, both of their mouths on me, of… I turned hooded eyes on Spencer and simpered, “Did you tell him how good I am at giving blow jobs?”

His jaw clenched as he shook his head.

“Come now, boys. Am I supposed to believe you don’t kiss and tell? You said you share everything.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder, daring one of them to contradict me.

“We haven’t gotten around to talking about it,” Spencer said slowly. He continued to move with caution as though he was trying to approach a wild animal.

“Do you want me to show him instead?” I was drunk, and out of control, and somewhere I knew that. The trouble was that I didn’t care.

“It’s nice to share,” he agreed, crooking his finger for me to come closer.

I moved toward him, swaying my hips, feeling emboldened by newly discovered empowerment. When I reached him, Spencer grabbed my face and delivered a rough kiss. He was marking his territory, erasing the kiss I’d just experienced with Holden. Flames burst inside me, turning my core molten at the demanding show of affection. This wasn’t the kindness he had shown me in bed the night before. It was harsh and dominating. When we broke apart, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the sofa.

Spencer sat down on the edge of the coffee table and pointed to my clothes. “Take them off.”

I bit my lip, dimly aware that Holden was watching. Was Spencer calling my bluff? Did it matter?

I leveled my gaze at him, reached down, and pulled my shirt over my head. It wasn’t as bold of a move as I’d anticipated since it got stuck on my ponytail. When I pulled it off triumphantly, Holden had joined us and taken his seat on the couch. My eyes darted to him, trying to gauge his reaction to what was happening. I had no idea if Spencer would keep encouraging this. I had no clue how far this would go. But with their eyes on me, I wanted to see it to the end.

I savored the lusty glint in Spencer’s eyes as I removed my bra. Holden shifted in his seat a bit to get a better view.

“The jeans, Kerrigan,” Spencer said like he was running down a checklist.

I unfastened them, pausing only a moment in case he wanted to stop me. When he said nothing, I pushed them to the floor, along with my thong. Then I stepped one foot at a time out of them.

I was completely nude in the middle of a flat with two men watching my every movement. I glanced between them, pleased at how their eyes trailed over every inch of me. But I made no move.

Spencer’s throat slid, and finally, he gave his next command. “Show my brother what you can do with that wicked mouth.”

I walked to Holden. His trousers strained against his erection. Holden relaxed back into the corner of the seat and spread his legs wide, so I could lower to my knees before him. He threw both arms over the back of the