Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,38

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The polo shirt he was wearing was slowly peeled off over his head and tossed to the side. The white, ribbed tank top he’d been wearing underneath only seemed to accentuate the muscles that he had. I wouldn’t have pictured Colden as a stripper when I first met him, but seeing him practically glowing in the low light, with a tank top that had to be at least one size too small for him stretched across his slim but muscular frame, I was suddenly rethinking my initial assessment.

His build was perfect for dancing. He was limber, strong, flexible, and sexy AF. When the button to his jeans popped open, I glanced over at Rory and found him watching me, the tent in his pants that he wasn’t bothering to hide letting me know that this wasn’t turning him off at all.

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Neve

I wasn’t sure how long Colden danced for us, mesmerizing us with his moves, which were a mix of modern dance, ballet, and hip-hop with a sprinkling of breakdancing in there as well. By the time the songs ended and the room went quiet, I felt like I couldn’t stand up because there was probably a lake under me from how turned on I was.

It didn’t help that his routine had finished with my legs up around his shoulders as though he was about to go down on me right then and there. Nor did it help that he’d wound up in what was essentially a satin jockstrap type thing that was doing nothing to hide his erection either.

“Colden,” I whispered, unsure where I was going with my words, but unable to sit in silence either.

“I can leave, if you want?” Rory asked.

“Or if you want, he can stay,” Colden added, running his hands up my legs until his thumbs just skimmed over where I need to feel him the most. “I don’t mind sharing.”

The image of the two of them taking me to bed was too tempting to turn down. It wouldn’t be my first threesome, but it would be my first threesome with two people I actually gave a shit about. The thought almost stopped me in my tracks, but as I pushed up out of my seat, almost knocking Colden over from where he was kneeling, I just pushed the thought aside and kept on moving toward my bedroom.

“Are you two coming, or am I taking care of myself in here?” I called over my shoulder when I didn’t hear either of them following me.

As soon as the words left my mouth, there was a rush of action behind me. I’d been stripping down as I walked to the bed, and when I turned to the door, I saw the two of them coming through, with Rory pulling clothing off as quickly as possible.

Colden was already just in his fancy jockstrap though, so all he had to do was shimmy out of that, freeing an erection that made my mouth water, and he and I were both naked. Rory joined us a moment later, after he almost fell over as he tried to get his shoes and jeans off at the same time.

When he reached the bed, he flopped down on it, looking like some kind of male model, and I was left lying between the two of them. All of us were completely naked and totally horny.

It was not a bad place to be.

It was also possibly the absolute last thing I’d expected to happen when my father forced me to move to Silver Springs.

Fortunately, Colden chose that moment to distract me with a series of soft kisses moving from my shoulder down across my chest, until he got to the nipple and breast that was closest to him. When Rory did the same thing on his side, I lay back and let myself enjoy the sensations. I could swear I’d never felt any sensations like what these men were producing within my body before, not even with solo play.

When Colden moved farther down my body, Rory took over teasing that nipple, and Colden slid from next to me on the bed to between my legs. Just that small movement, and the fluidness with which he moved had me quivering with anticipation.

His hands were warm as he slid them between my thighs and spread my legs wider for him to get better access to my core. I’d expected his fingers, but what I got was a long swipe of his tongue from the bottom