issue.” Archer got up and began collecting the dishes from the homemade peanut butter pie he’d made for me—my favorite. I’d insisted on eating dessert first.
“Oh, I can’t think of any logistical issues I can’t overcome,” I said. I followed him over to the sink and began to kiss him. He laughed, at first, and then I heard something break as he dropped the dishes into the sink.
He twisted, grabbed me tight around the waist, and kissed me back.
Then I felt Dylan moving toward us. Dylan the Mindreader—gratitude washed over me—and then it was desire that took me over as he pressed close behind. He brushed my hair tenderly back from my neck, covering my throat and shoulder in kisses. Archer paused—just for a second—then resumed kissing me heatedly.
It was Blake that I had to beckon over.
But once Blake was sure that he knew what I wanted, he didn’t hesitate. I raised my face to his to kiss him too—and he promptly threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the living room.
“You are a caveman,” I told him, as the world went suddenly upside down.
He grunted. “You need at least one of those to keep you in line.”
I opened my mouth to argue with him, and he smacked my ass with one hand. I let out a growl, but it was all playful—I loved Blake’s hands on my body every way he touched me.
“Don’t growl at me,” he growled right back, smacking my ass again, and I laughed at him as he lowered me gently and carefully to the floor in front of the blazing fireplace. It was a cool summer night, for once, and I’d teased him into starting the fire for me.
Then the three of them surrounded me, their lips and mouths traveling my body, and desire tingled across my skin, heating me far hotter than the fireplace ever could.
Blake kissed me slowly, then rested his forehead against mine. His voice came out in a whisper when he asked, “Would you show my brothers how beautiful you are getting undressed, too?”
He got up and went to the laptop he’d left on the couch, and a second later, the same song that had played in the garage when he gave me my coveralls began to play.
“I like watching Lily undress any way she does—” Dylan began, and then broke off as my hips began to sway.
A smile came over my lips. I felt powerful with them in a way I never had before.
I would have felt ridiculous doing this in front of anyone else, but the three of them watched me, captivated, as I danced between them all. I stripped my shirt off over my head, shimmied out of my jeans. I leaned over to kiss them, and their hands caressed my bare skin, but I always pulled away and kept on dancing.
And they kept on watching as if they were transfixed.
They made me feel like a queen.
When the music stopped, I pointed out, “The rest of you are still quite rudely dressed.”
They hurried to strip off their clothes, and I laughed, then stretched on the rug in front of the fire to watch the show. The three of them were all so sexy, even when clothes were flying everywhere, muscles rippling. Blake got hit in the face with a shirt. He held it up and made a face before he threw it over his shoulder, but it was all in good fun.
I looked up at the three of them, all hard-angled abs and wide shoulders and big cocks. Archer put his hands on his hips and said, “Laughter wasn’t really what I was going for.”
“I’m laughing because I’m happy,” I told him, beckoning him toward me.
He knelt in front of me. The dancing flames cast light and shadow across his beautiful face, illuminating those bright blue eyes and his dark hair. I kissed him slowly, and his hands skated over my hips, my waist, raising sparks everywhere he touched. He kissed me as if he were savoring me, like I was something sweet and precious.
Then I pushed him down on the rug, climbing on top of him. The guys seemed to know just what I was thinking, as I leaned over kissing Archer, because Dylan slid behind me again. His lips caressed my shoulders, my neck, as his hands slowly drifted down my abs. My hips jerked when his hand finally slid across my mound, caressing my clit, before it drifted back up. I made a