put things into words or just the way he talked to her—made her feel more comfortable about revealing parts of herself. Even her fantasies.
But not all the questions had to be answered by her, either. It was time to turn the tables a little.
“What turns you on, Seth?” She scooted to the other side of the hot tub so she now faced them both. “And you, Mike? I’d like to know what the two of you fantasize about. Tell me about the ménages you’ve experienced together.”
Mike’s lip curled as if he knew what she was doing. “I get turned on watching a woman’s excitement. Watching you come, for example. When you were with Seth in there, riding his cock. The way you threw your head back, abandoning yourself to the sensation. When you let go like that and came . . . now, that was hot. That’s what I fantasized about you. That the all-business, prim-and-proper Abby Lawson would just let loose and go wild when she was fucked.” He tipped the glass and took another long swallow of his champagne, as if talking about the things that excited him were so easy for him.
She wished it were as easy for her.
“Mike and I have only done a few three-ways; mostly they just happened because we were all drunk and ended up in bed together. Nothing really planned out. Nothing like this, with you,” Seth said.
Lifting a brow, she asked, “You two have a plan with me?”
Seth laughed lightly. “Not really a plan. Just a desire to please you.”
“Well, you’ve done that.”
“Oh, we’ve just started, Abby,” Mike added, moving to the center of the tub and standing. “Have you ever had your pussy licked by two men at the same time?”
Again, her throat went dry, and she fought to swallow past the giant boulder that had suddenly appeared there. She shook her head.
“Let’s dry off and go inside.” Mike turned and stepped out, grabbing robes off a hook on the wall right behind the hot tub. He reached for her hand and hauled her out of the tub, slipping one of the long cotton robes over her. Seth stepped out behind her and grabbed the champagne bottle, Mike took their glasses, and they headed into the house.
Mutely, Abby followed, wondering what new adventures they had in store for her. Anticipation doubled the warmth of her body, heightening the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the soft cotton robe.
Mike led her down a dimly lit long hallway toward a set of double doors that opened into a spacious master bedroom with a monumentally large king-size bed as the focal point of the room. White plantation shutters made the room seem bright despite the lateness of the evening, and the matching white slatted bed and wardrobe made the room appear even lighter.
“How many people sleep in that thing?” she asked, staring in awe at the bed, then realized what she’d just said.
Idiot.
But Mike laughed. “No sleepovers. Just me. I sprawl.”
Thank God he wasn’t easily offended.
“Sorry. It’s so big.”
“Most women only say that about my dick,” Mike teased.
Abby burst out laughing.
“Plenty of room for all three of us, then,” Seth said, coming up behind her and moving the collar of the robe aside to plant a kiss between her neck and shoulder. She shivered, her nipples tightening.
Mike came toward her, untying the robe and opening it to slide his hands around her waist. “You warm enough?”
She nodded, and he pushed the robe all the way off, then took her hands in his and led her to the bed, turning her around so the back of her knees were pressed against the edge of the mattress.
“Right here. I want you to be able to watch.”
Watch what?
Seth stepped up next to Mike, and then she didn’t think about questions as they both dropped their robes, allowing her to drink her fill of their bodies.
Side by side, they were a study in contrasts. Mike was taller and leaner. Seth was more muscular. Mike’s cock was longer, Seth’s was thicker. Mike’s entire aura was one of dangerous excitement, whereas Seth had a sensual allure she found incredibly appealing.
Which one would she choose? If she actually had a choice, which she knew she didn’t. An interesting question, though.
They both reached for her at the same time, and she couldn’t resist the tiny gasp that escaped her lips at the first touch of their hands on her breasts.
Seth paused. “Something wrong?”
“No. God, no. Touch me, please.”
It was so incredibly