“Yep. I’m just reheating it a bit. It’ll be ready in a sec.”

Both Bram and Ry knew the dish was her absolute favorite. It was just one of the countless insider scoops they had on her. Knowing they’d deliberately chosen her most beloved comfort food settled her nerves and her stomach. These two men practically knew her better than she knew herself. They’d been there for her through some of the toughest times in her life. If there was anyone she trusted to embark on a sexual discovery with, it was them.

This would work. She’d make damn sure of it. Gulping another sip of wine, she silently armored her determination. Her fingers no longer displaying the trembling she’d suffered moments ago, she pushed the glass closer to the middle of the island and turned toward Ry. He smiled at her in the adorable way that always made his eyes crinkle at the corners. Leaning forward, she crushed her mouth over his, earning his harsh intake of breath. His surprise didn’t last long though. Groaning, he tangled a hand in her hair, slanting her head as his tongue delved past her lips.

He kissed her like he was giving a demonstration of how he intended to make love to her—hot, deep and consuming. His other hand moved to her breast and caressed it through her clothing. A frustrated growl rumbled from him, and he reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it upward. He broke their kiss and guided her arms over her head. She realized what he intended to do. Rather than protest, she allowed him to remove her sweater and toss it on the stool behind him.

His gaze raked her torso, lingering on the plumped cleavage peeking above the silk cups of her pink demi bra. Without saying a word, he unhooked the front closure. The weight of her breasts pushed the bra open slightly. Running his fingers beneath the straps, Ry eased them down her shoulders, forcing the garment to separate from her flesh in agonizingly slow increments. His Adam’s apple bobbed, a sure sign that his lazy, tormenting movements affected him just as much as her. The edges of the silk caught on her nipples, the teasing rasp springing a moan past her lips.

Finally the fabric released her from its taunting hold, completely baring her to Ry’s heated gaze. “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful.”

A soft scuff sounded to the left, and she turned her head to see Bram standing beside her. She’d been so ensnared in Ry’s focus she hadn’t heard Bram approach until then. Like Ry, he was staring at her with a dark, ravenous hunger. “He’s right, Lace. Your breasts are gorgeous. Absolutely perfect.”

She’d always worried they were too big, especially in the sense that they’d sag and not exactly be perky the older she got. But judging from Bram’s and Ry’s enamored expressions, saggy boobs were the last concern on their minds. As if to verify her assumption, Ry cupped her breast, her flesh overflowing his palm. His thumb flicked over her puckered nipple, and she gasped, a pleasurable shiver coursing along her spine. His pupils dilated, making his eyes look dark and sexy as sin. Massaging her breast, he leaned down and traced her areola with the tip of his tongue before kissing the pebbled nub. Her breath hitched and her head fell back, her eyes sliding shut. They flew open a second later when Bram’s mouth closed around her other nipple.

They were both licking and sucking her breasts. Oh God. She’d fantasized about this very thing thousands of times yet nothing could compare to the mind-blowing reality of it. The pleasure was so intense, she worried she might pass out from it. Her fingers sifted through Ry’s and Bram’s hair, holding them close. Although they were equally devoted to worshipping her breasts, their style and technique came with differences. Intriguing, exciting differences that only fueled her arousal to a fever pitch. Bram’s focus was strictly concentrated on her nipple, alternating between teasing flicks of his tongue and long, luscious suckling. Ry, on the other hand, occasionally licked and teased her entire breast, even using his teeth and the scruff of his days-old beard to amp up his sensual onslaught.

Just as she thought she’d go crazy from the pleasurable overload they were inflicting on her, a shrill buzzing filled the air. She jolted at the unexpected noise.

Bram released her and groaned. “Sorry. I forgot I set the timer.” His expression apologetic, he abandoned her to go take care of things on the stove.

Ry’s mouth reluctantly left her breast and slid along the slope of her neck before brushing over her lips. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are?”

“Even better than Kevin’s Penne Arrabiata?” she couldn’t help asking with a grin.

“A million times tastier.” He snagged her bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a good nibble before letting her go and glancing down at her bared breasts with unabashed appreciation. “Look at you. Damn, you should be topless all the time.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’d go over great at work.” Leaning past him, she attempted to grab her sweater, but Ry used his foot to kick the stool out of her reach. She frowned. “I need that.”

“Why?”

She shoved her arms over her chest. “I am not going to eat with my boobs hanging out like this, Ryan Hollister.”

A chuckle came from Bram. “Ooh, she called you by your full name. You’re in trouble now, bud.”

Ry didn’t look the least bit worried. “I’m only trying to save her from slopping on her sweater. You’d think she’d appreciate my ingenuity.”

“Puh-lease. We all know who’s the messier eater here.” She offered Ry a pointed stare.

“Can I help it if I enjoy savoring my meals?” His smile was slow and sexy, leaving her with little doubt that he was imagining her as his next main course. “Still, no one is going to accuse me of not playing fair.” He hefted from his seat and tugged his ribbed Henley over his head. His biceps flexing, he dropped the garment on top of her sweater.

A herd of rhinos could have trooped through the kitchen and it wouldn’t have distracted her from ogling Ry’s sculpted pecs and six pack. She didn’t know many men who possessed bodies capable of making a woman orgasm just by staring at them. Somehow she had the great fortune to be within breathing distance of two such individuals.

The overhead track lighting cast a golden glow across Ry’s chest, beckoning her. Giving in to the urge that’d tormented her for as long as she could remember, she hopped to her feet and ran her fingertips along his torso. A moan tumbled from him. She imagined that same sound tearing from him while he rode her hard, his balls slapping against her wet flesh. Her clit throbbed. Her hands venturing along his abdomen, she ducked her head and sucked the flat nub of his nipple into her mouth.

“Jesus.” Ry’s warm, velvety skin quivered beneath her touch, filling her with a wanton glee over affecting him like this. It was a heady realization.

The clatter of plates close by announced that Bram had rejoined them. “Damn. When’s my turn?”

She stopped licking and sucking Ry for a moment and glanced at Bram. “You still have your shirt on.”

“Hell, not for long.” Reaching behind him with one hand, Bram yanked his crewneck off in one fell swoop. She would have laughed, but the sight of his outrageously gorgeous chest turned her mouth dry as sand. Crooking one finger, she invited him closer. She scooted aside and directed Bram to stand next to Ry. With the two men shoulder to shoulder, there was no denying the pure, masculine beauty of their hard, fit bodies.

I must have earned mega karma points somewhere to deserve this bounty. Barely caging her hungry groan, she smoothed her palms across both of their broad chests before swirling her tongue over Bram’s nipple. His breath caught in his throat. Just as she’d discovered with their oral techniques, Bram and Ry also came with uniquely different tastes. While Ry was all forest and musk, Bram’s skin held a slight citrusy tang, as if he consisted of the sun itself. They were both scrumptious beyond words.

She alternated her licks and nibbles between them, making sure neither was shortchanged. At some point their hands returned to her breasts, massaging and caressing her until she was gasping and leaning on them for support. Someone’s palm cupped her between her legs and she trembled. The teasing pressure of the fingers riding against her pussy tantalized, but they weren’t nearly enough. Particularly with two layers of fabric separating her from their touch.

As if he intuited her frustration, Ry pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss along her temple. He stroked her cheek, his mouth moving toward her ear. “Show us how to please you, baby.”

“Y-you are.”

“No. Not enough.” Ry removed his hand from her pussy and worked her zipper down before hunkering in front of her. He eased her slacks past her hips and coaxed her to step out of them when they pooled around her ankles. His mouth nuzzled her tummy before he circled the outer rim of her bellybutton with his tongue.

She squirmed and dug her fingers into his thick, soft hair. “Please.”

He looked up at her. “Please what?”

“I don’t know. Anything. Just kiss and lick me.”

“You can do better than that, Lace. Give me specifics.”

Her skin flushed at his words and the heat in his eyes. It was crazy how much her fantasy version of Ry matched up with the real man. “I—I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes, you do.” He glanced at Bram. Once again, some form of unspoken communication must have passed between them because Bram cleared the pair of nearby stools away from the island and pushed the plates of pasta out of reach. She wasn’t certain why he did that, until Ry lifted her into his arms and settled her onto the counter. His thumbs tucked into the elastic of her thong and dragged it down her legs. Her butt absorbed the granite’s chill, but she barely registered it as Ry and Bram stared at her glistening folds. Ry’s fist tightened on her thong, his jaw tense. She shifted her attention to Bram and snagged his gaze. He licked his lips, and she inched her thighs wider apart, hoping to tempt him into action.