Maya Banks - Colters’ Gift

“Would you prefer that Liam and I make love to you together the first time? Would it make you more comfortable and remove any fear of showing favoritism?”

Her cheeks went pink and he could see the wheels turning in her head. Her blush grew darker and her breathing shallowed and became more rapid.

Then slowly, almost in slow motion, she nodded.

“I’d like Liam here, yes,” she said softly. “I’m not sure it’ll ever feel right no matter which of you I made love with first. And maybe it’ll never be an issue for you or for Liam. But I don’t want these doubts.”

He cupped her cheek, wanting to ease any concern she had about the way they embarked on the physical side of their relationship.

“Then maybe we should call Liam in here and see what he has to say on the matter.”

LAUREN tried to calm her racing pulse as Noah got up and went to the door. She rocked back on her heels in the middle of the daybed and then glanced around in mortification.

How on earth were they going to pull this off in her bedroom?

She had little time to contemplate the matter before Noah returned with Liam behind him.

Liam’s hair was unkempt, in a sexy, bed-rumpled kind of way. His eyes were alert, though, as if he hadn’t yet been to sleep. His gaze immediately homed in on Lauren, warming her as it glided up her body to her face.

Noah climbed onto the bed, pulled one knee up and let his other leg hang off so his foot was planted on the floor. Liam took a seat at the opposite end and turned in a nearly identical position as Noah so he could look at Lauren.

“Noah said you wanted to talk to us about something,” Liam said, his deep voice rumbling out of his chest.

Her gaze swung to Noah in panic. She hadn’t expected that she’d have to repeat it all.

Noah reached for her hand and squeezed. Then he turned to Liam.

“Lauren is afraid that if she makes love to me tonight that it will hurt you. Or if she were to make love to you first, that I’d be hurt.”

Liam frowned as he glanced between her and Noah. Maybe she’d been right to worry.

“Let me back up to an earlier point in our conversation,” Noah said. “Before this was brought up, Lauren asked if you and I would want to have sex with her at the same time.”

At that Liam’s eyebrows went up and his eyes widened. Before Noah could continue, Liam’s expression became serious and he turned to take Lauren’s other hand.

“I only want what you’re comfortable with, baby.”

Noah cleared his throat. “When she brought up her fear of making love with me before you, I asked her if she would be more comfortable if we made love to her . . . together . . . the first time.”

Understanding registered in Liam’s eyes. His eyes went smoky blue and he reached his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking his thumb lightly over her skin.

“Is that what you want?” he asked softly.

She nodded, nuzzling her cheek further into his palm.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you and Noah not to get angry or jealous. But I don’t like the way it makes me feel to leave one of you out. I think it bothers me more than it does either of you. I want to start things . . . right. I don’t want to worry that I’ve hurt you or worry about what you’re thinking. I just want to be with you both.”

Liam leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “You have to know I’d do anything in the damn world for you, baby.”

“I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted. “I’m a little scared.”

Liam smiled. “I have zero experience in threesomes. I guess we’ll learn together won’t we? I’ll tell you right now, I’m not down with another guy seeing me naked, but if it’s going to be, at least it’s a guy I’ve known almost my entire life.”

Noah snorted. “I’ll be looking at Lauren, thank you very much.”

The lighthearted banter did a lot to ease Lauren’s nerves. Her shoulders relaxed. But she still peeked at both of them because now that they’d had the discussion, how on earth did they proceed? Surely sex wasn’t usually this orchestrated.

“Come here, Lauren,” Liam said, extending his hand.

Apparently he had no such issues about where to begin.

As soon as she slid her fingers through his, he pulled her toward him and into his lap until she straddled it.

“The first thing I’m going to do is undress you,” Liam said, his voice deep and husky, whispering over her skin like the most glorious of caresses. “But I wouldn’t deprive Noah of the pleasure, so we’ll split the duty.”

She shivered with anticipation.

He ran his fingers underneath the thin straps of her top and slid them upward until they perched atop her shoulders. Slowly, he pulled them downward and then leaned his dark head over to kiss the curve of her neck.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

As if changing his mind about the way he wanted to undress her, he reached for the hem of her cami and carefully began to lift it, uncovering her bare skin as the material slid upward.

“Raise your arms,” he said huskily.

She lifted her arms, and he pulled the top upward until it skimmed over her face and finally came free of her head. She lowered her arms so he could pull the straps away, and then he dropped the shirt to the floor.

She was bare. Starkly vulnerable. His gaze feasted on her, and then he leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. His teeth grazed lightly, and then he nipped with a little more force until she moaned and swayed in his lap.

Then his hands covered her belly and slowly moved upward to cup her breasts. She sucked in her breath, overwhelmed by her body’s response to his hands covering her flesh.

Her nipples hardened painfully and when he brushed his thumbs over them in tandem, she let out a breathy sigh and arched toward him, her head going back.