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  Marc walked further into the room. “Wade said he explained it to you.”

  Wade ignored the accusatory tone Marc used. “I didn’t expect it to move so fast, and I definitely didn’t want to push you tonight if you weren’t ready. You’ve been through a lot.” That was partially a lie. Wade was pretty sure that he would try his damnedest to get her into bed with them. “So, will you let us share you?”

  “In bed?”

  Wade ordered himself to calm down, but it was difficult. Every instinct told him to pull her out of the water and demand, but he knew better. Even if she did agree, both he and Marc would always wonder if she did it because of what happened earlier that night.

  “I thought you understood."

  Her Caribbean gaze moved over him, then swung to Marc. "I just...it’s just odd."

  He opened his mouth, but Marc walked farther into the room. "I know it may seem odd to you, still we enjoy it. And I can ensure you that you will, too."

  Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she looked Marc in the eye. "It isn't that I think what you do is strange. Okay, it is a little out of my realm."

  "You read books about it," Wade said and smiled when she turned an even brighter shade of red.

  She shook her head. "Those are fantasies."

  His irritation soon turned to panic. She didn't sound convinced, and he had been so sure.

  Apparently sensing his worries, Marc said, "We can make those fantasies come true."

  She shuddered, causing a ripple through the water. "But..."

  Marc approached the other side of the tub and sat on the edge. "Tell us."

  She closed her eyes. "I just don't know why you would want me." When she opened her eyes, her gaze was clear and direct. "I'm not fishing for compliments. I just want to know why you would pick an older woman like me. Lord knows you two could probably have your pick of women."

  Wade opened his mouth, then closed it when Marc took her hand. "First, I question the sanity of any man who doesn't want you. But, both Wade and I don't always go with convention. Look at what we are proposing with you. And you keep talking as if this is something done to you. It isn't. It is something we share, with you, with each other."

  The silence stretched as India stared at Marc. The wait became unbearable, so Wade asked, "Will you let us share you?"

  * * * *

  India allowed the silence of the room to stretch as her mind reeled from the conversation. Two men—two very hot men—wanted to take her to bed. It was an uncommon day to find one man to want to take her on a date, but here were two younger, totally fuckable men, and they wanted to pleasure her.

  It wasn’t disgust unfurling deep in her belly, heating her blood. Fear and excitement melded, causing her palms to grow damp. Even as she worried about her reaction, the thoughts of what they would do to her, with her, sent her hormones into overdrive. The water lapping against her hard nipples was enticing and painful. Her sex pulsed, begging for her to say yes.

  India glanced at Wade. Concern passed over his face even as he smiled at her. His worry for her warmed her heart, but when she looked at Marc, she came up against a brick wall. The stoic expression sent a chill of apprehension down her spine at first. Then she noticed his leg moving, and he kept shifting his weight on the edge of the tub. In the short time she’d known Marc, patient and utter calm had always been his trademark. This uncharacteristic behavior made her think that he just might be nervous about the situation.

  “Can I ask you one question?”

  Both of them nodded.

  “Why me?”

  “We explained that,” Wade said.

  “No, you didn’t. You just said you wanted to share me.” Just saying the words sent another shaft of heat spiraling through her body.

  “I think I proved last night—not to mention this morning—how much I want you.”

  “But…”

  Marc pursed his lips in thought. “Not sure if either of us can explain it.” He looked at Wade. “Can you?”

  Wade shook his head. “I told you, one brush up against you and I wanted you. Marc and I have been doing this for years, and it seems that our attraction and sexual appetites work off each other. It intensifies the experience.”

  Intensifies? Lordy, she couldn’t imagine anything more intense than making love with Wade. She looked from Marc to Wade and then back to Marc. It would be wonderful, she was sure of it. That is if she could keep up with them.

  She worried her bottom lip and Wade groaned, “Listen, I can be understanding. I can even be a sensitive guy, but Jesus, you have to decide. You’re driving me crazy.”

  Laughter bubbled up at his aggravated tone. India covered her mouth, thinking to spare his feelings. It only caused her to snort. When she met his gaze, humor danced in his eyes.

  She swallowed another laugh. “I’m sorry.”

  “Really? It’s hard to tell.”

  “Quit your whining,” Marc said. When she looked at him, he continued with a smile. “He can be a bit impatient.”

  That smile, along with the warm, understanding look in his eyes, melted her resistance. He might seem a bit forbidding at first, but India detected a soft, gooey side to Marc. She wanted to just slip onto his lap and curl into his body heat. He was dependable, the go-to guy of the two, and she felt a bone deep concern for her and her feelings emanating from him.

  “So, what do you say, India?” Wade asked, his Southern accent deepening, slipping beneath her control and pulling it loose from her grip.

  She should run in the other direction. Men were a complication she avoided the last eighteen months since her husband had left her—until last night. She didn’t need them messing with her goals, expecting her to put her life on hold for them. And here she was faced with two men. She didn’t even want to think about the problems that could arise from that, both personally and professionally.

  But she couldn’t fight the fact that this was the one fantasy she loved to read about, think about. From the time she hit her sexual prime several years ago, she had contemplated what it would be like to be taken by two men at once. Johnny would have gone ballistic if she’d suggested it, but now she could live the fantasy, even if it were for one night.

  She closed her eyes, hoping that some shred of sanity would intercede, but nothing came. Instead, visions of the three of them in bed appeared, and she could not shake them free. Even as she tried to wrap her mind around the idea, her body urged her on. When she opened her eyes, she looked at Wade, then Marc. Her sex clenched, her pulse doubled, her breasts ached. Every ounce of moisture evaporated in her mouth as she licked her dry lips. She needed this, wanted this more than she wanted any one man.

  With courage she didn’t feel, she rose out of the water. She couldn’t say anything at first. Her heart was beating so hard, she was amazed it stayed in her chest. Her blood heated, spiraling through her veins.

  “India?” Wade asked.

  She knew they wouldn’t hold it against her if she turned tail and ran. They would even allow her to stay with no strings. But she didn’t want that. She deserved this and, dammit, she wanted them. For the second time in her life, she would take exactly what she wanted.

  They both rose to stand beside the tub. She smiled first at Marc, then Wade.

  “India?” Wade asked again.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Eight

  Marc wanted to shout as relief poured through him, but he didn’t want to scare India away. Now that this finally was about to happen, he wanted nothing to get in the way of the two of them claiming her. At the moment, forming words had become difficult. He was pretty sure there was little to no blood left in his head. And why would there be with the vision standing in front of them.

  Water sluiced down over her body, her flesh glistening, her nipples erect. His cock hardened, lengthened. Damn, she was sexy. She stood before them with her chin raised, her shoulders back, but he sensed her apprehension. Her show of bravery made her even more enticing.
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  Wade grabbed one of their oversized towels and walked around to stand beside him. Marc offered her a hand to help her from the tub. Once she stood on the mat, Wade moved in, rubbing the soft towel over her breasts, then down to her sex.

  Marc moved in behind her, pressing his penis against her rounded ass. He’d thought they’d need to ease her into it, take it slowly, but the moment he touched her, she moaned, tipping her head back onto his shoulder. The scent of her surrounded him, sweet magnolia…with a dash of cinnamon. Sweetness and spice in one delectable package.

  Wade tossed the towel and moved in. He pressed kisses against the column of her throat as Marc moved his hands to her breasts. Her nipples bit into his palms. Wade kissed his way to her mouth and took hers in a hot, hungry kiss. Seeing the way she responded, enjoying her moans and mewls, he could feel a drop of pre-cum wet the head of his cock. He wanted her just like this, between them, screaming with pleasure.

  Wade drew away from her, and she moaned in complaint. The men shared a smile, but there was no need to communicate verbally. Marc could read Wade’s intention in his eyes. Hell, he could feel it shimmering on the air.

  They both took one of her hands and led her into Marc’s bedroom, to the king-sized bed that sat in the middle of the room.

  "This is your last chance, India. We would never force you to do something, but if you have doubts, now is the time to voice them," Marc said.

  She pulled her hands from theirs, then placed a hand on Marc's cheek, then Wade's. "I don't think I could stop now."

  Marc turned his head and kissed her hand, moving his mouth over her palm. She shivered when his tongue darted out.

  Wade tugged on her hand and motioned her to sit down. They both moved in, but she shook her head.

  "I think you both have too many clothes on." She said it with a brave face, but there was a quiver in his voice that told Marc it had taken a lot of courage for her to say it.

  Marc looked over at Wade and shared a smile. They both started to undress. Their neediness had them pulling clothes off left and right, and in less than two minutes, they were both naked.

  Marc looked at India who wasn't exactly looking at their faces. Her attention was on his cock, and she licked her lips.

  He groaned and she looked up at him, and mischievous glint lighting her eyes. Just that satisfied expression, the idea that she knew she could cause him to lose control, had his hands shaking.

  Wade got on his knees in front of her and spread her legs. Marc, needing to connect, needing to feel her mouth on his cock, moved to the bed and kneeled beside her.

  "Lay down, India." Wade bit out every word, and Marc glanced at him. There was little that could get under Wade’s skin, but India did. Marc had known that from the start. But now he knew the extent for Wade...and for himself. This woman wasn't some groupie who would walk away after their night together, and because of that, they had to make this special, let her know just how special she was to them. It had them both on the emotional edge.

  She did as Wade ordered, and he spread her thighs, dipping his head between her legs. India's eyes glazed then closed the moment Wade's mouth touched her. Marc wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. Jesus, his balls tightened, and a drop formed on the head of his penis.

  Excitement sizzled, the tension growing in the air around the three of them.

  "India," Marc said, and waited for her to open her eyes. "I need your mouth on me."

  He knew his voice was filled with desperate need, but Marc didn't care. He’d been fantasizing about her for weeks, driving himself crazy on what it would feel like, and now he had to know...needed to know.

  She opened her mouth, and he slid his cock between her lips. She levered herself so she could wrap her hand around the base of his penis, and then moved in rhythm with her mouth. Each time she drew up, her tongue swiped over the crown. With each thrust into her warm, wet mouth, he lost a little more control.

  Marc didn't know how long he would last, especially when she slipped her hand to his balls and caressed him. Marc looked down at Wade and watched as he slipped one finger into her pussy. Her moans vibrated over his cock, down to his balls, and he had to force himself not to come. He pulled away, trying to gain some bit of control. She smiled up at him as she slid her tongue over her plump lips. The look of satisfaction she gave him told Marc she knew exactly how close he was. He reached down with his hand and squeezed first one, then the other nipple. He was rewarded with a long, throaty moan. Marc bent his head and grazed his teeth over one nipple as he continued to tease the other. It was her turn to shift and moan. And as satisfied as he was for driving her crazy, those little mewls and sighs were driving his arousal higher.

  "Christ." Wade pulled away.

  When Marc saw the expression on Wade's face, he knew what he wanted, what both of them needed.

  "India?”

  Her eyes were barely opened, but Marc could read the excitement shimmering there.

  “Do you think you could take both of us?"

  * * * *

  India opened her eyes further and looked up at Marc, then down at Wade as he slipped his hand over her mound. Just the soft caress had her pussy clenching, her body yearning. She wanted this, had fantasized about it more than once, but fear held her immobile. She had never done this before, never allowed a man to take her in such a way. But the looks on their faces, the need she saw mirrored in their eyes, had her throwing her inhibitions away. She refused to deny herself pleasure.

  "Yes. Please."

  Wade chuckled as he rose and then moved around the bed to the nightstand. She tried to see what was happening, but Marc was there covering her body with his. He held her face in his hands, and without closing his eyes, he bent his head and took her mouth. His tongue slipped in immediately, dancing along hers, tempting, teasing, driving her out of her mind. She wanted to close her eyes, ignore the intensity she saw in Marc's clear gaze, but she could not.

  He slipped his hands up and speared his fingers through her hair as he slanted his mouth, closed his eyes, and took the kiss to another level.

  Every alarm bell in her body went off. Not in fear, but in pleasure. Damn, the man could kiss, could drive her insane with just his tongue. India slipped her hands up over his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. The pulse of need that both Marc and Wade built in her morphed into something she could not seem to comprehend or control. It throbbed from her pussy and sent warmth flowing throughout her body. The craving they created took over every other thought.

  He rolled them on the bed so that she was on top of him. She gasped. She couldn't help it when she found herself looking down at him. His cock pulsed against her sex. Closing her eyes, she twisted her hips and felt another coating of her juices on her slit.

  Wade gained the bed and moved behind her. Marc slid his hands up her torso to her breasts, playing with her nipples, caressing her flesh possessively.

  "God, these are gorgeous." Marc weighed them in his hands, then pinched her nipples again.

  Wade leaned over her, kissed her neck, then looked down at Marc. "And so fucking responsive. Look at those pretty nipples begging to be touched."

  The dark need in both their voices spoke to her own, to an inner appetite she didn’t know she possessed. But it swamped her, rising up and taking over any fear she might have had.

  Wade moved away, then she felt his finger at her puckered hole. When he first slipped it in, she teared up at the shock of pain. She felt the cool gel he coated his finger with as he pushed past the ring of muscles and slipped all the way in.

  "Christ," he said, his voice barely a whisper and filled with awe.

  He added another finger coated with gel, and she shuddered as the pleasure-pain twisted through her. Marc slipped his finger over her clit, massaging it, reminding her of what was to come. Both men continued to tease her as the tension in her stomach dropped to her sex. Little shivers of delight moved over her as the men penetrated both holes.


  "I can't wait," Marc said.

  India opened her eyes at the desperation she heard in his voice. In the weeks she had known him, she had come to think of him as the one in command, but at the moment, he had little of that. He reached beside him where Wade had put two condoms.

  With dexterity and amazing speed, he ripped open the condom. She tried to help him put it on, but he pushed her hands away. She giggled at his frown and he looked up.

  "You look so cute when you frown," she said then gasped when Wade twisted his fingers inside her anus. Tendrils of pleasure floated through her body and she moaned.

  "Don't get so naughty, India," Wade said.

  Marc smiled up at her. "We know just how to drive you insane before we give you satisfaction. We'll make you beg."

  She opened her mouth to tell him she could handle both of them, but Wade pulled his fingers free as Marc lifted her up. In one hard thrust, he impaled her on his penis. Her inner muscles quivered as they stretched to accommodate his size. God, she felt so full, so overwhelmed.

  “Damn, I can feel her muscles tug on my cock. All these little ripples,” Marc said.

  Holding her hips, he moved her up and down, controlling the depth and speed of his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building, her body ready to move to that next level, but he kept it out of reach with his slow movements. When he stopped, she moaned. She felt another cool shock of gel in her anus, then Wade's cock poked at her puckered hole.

  "India."

  She looked down at Marc, at his serious expression. "I want this."

  He let out a sigh of pleasure as he moved his hands to her cheeks and pulled them apart for an easier entrance for Wade. Slowly, Wade penetrated. Pain and pleasure entwined as he worked his way in. She flinched as Wade pushed past the tight ring of muscles. Her eyes started to tear up from the shock of pain.

  “It’s okay, baby. Just relax,” Marc said. Gently, he stroked her face, giving her soft kisses.

  As Wade sunk deeper, both men groaned. The jolt of it and initial pain faded. Both men seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting for her. She had never felt so incredibly full, as if ready to burst.