A husky chuckle came from Ry. “Nice try, baby. But you’re not getting out of this that easy.”

She blinked at him. “Get out of what?”

“Checking off item number two.”

It took a moment to remember her reason for being there. The list. She racked her brain, trying to recall what number two entailed.

“You’re gonna play with your sweet pussy for us, Lace,” Bram said, apparently taking pity on her memory lapse.

“What?” She slashed her gaze between the two of them. “But…I thought you wanted to do it for me.”

“Believe me, we will. But first you’re going to show us exactly how you like to be touched. How you make yourself come.” Almost as if he were unconscious of what he was doing, Ry bunched her thong in his fist and pressed the silk to his nose. His eyes closed as a rapturous groan rumbled from his chest.

She stared at him, her heart missing a beat. Okay, how the hell had she guessed that right?

Ry opened his eyes again, revealing the fierce fire kindled within their depths. “This is your chance to teach us how to please you. Trust me, this is a good thing.”

She bit her lip and let his words sink in. What he was suggesting actually made a lot of sense, and truthfully, she was grateful that he and Bram cared about ensuring her pleasure. She didn’t have much previous experience with men who weren’t looking for a fast way to get their rocks off. It made her want to discover all the ways that she could please Ry and Bram too. “I’ll do it. But only if you show me how you like to be touched.”

Quiet laughter fell from Ry and Bram. They glanced at each other before offering her matching grins.

“What?” she demanded.

“Darlin’, you don’t hafta worry about that,” Bram said with a shake of his head. “Our anatomy isn’t quite as complex as yours. You’ll probably only have to look at our dicks to make them blow.”

She wasn’t ready to take them entirely on their word. “Strip. Now.”

More chuckles came from the guys. “Damn, Lace. Where’d this bossy side of you come from?” Bram thumbed the top button open on his jeans and rasped his zipper down. His smile stretched wide, giving her a nice flash of his teeth. “I like it.”

She planted her palms on the counter and leaned back as Bram and Ry kicked free of their jeans. Mouthwatering as their strong, muscular calves and thighs were, it was the startlingly huge erections snugged within their white briefs that held her rapt attention. Her hand trailed between her legs and her fingertips skimmed through her slick wetness. She didn’t even realize what she was doing until Ry’s and Bram’s groans broke through her concentration. She jerked her focus upward and noticed their unblinking gazes were glued to the motions of her fingers. Her hand halted.

“Don’t stop,” Ry admonished, his voice strained.

She cupped her mound protectively. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one doing this.”

Ry and Bram automatically reached for their briefs and peeled them off. Their cocks sprang free—long, thick and unbelievably hard. Her clit pulsed without her even rubbing it, and moisture pooled between her legs. More than anything, she wanted to feel the silky-steel length of their shafts gliding in her palms. Or better yet, sliding along the wet folds of her labia before sinking deep inside her. Just the thought of it sent a sharp, needy ache through her core, and she whimpered.

Ry circled his cock with his fist and gave it a lazy, indulgent stroke. Bram, on the other hand, pumped his with a firmer grip, making his abs quiver and the veins in his forearm stand out in stark relief. She watched them both, yet again fascinated by the marked differences in their techniques.

“Baby, I think you’re neglecting something.” Ry nodded toward the motionless fingers resting between her legs.

Okay, she could definitely do this. Not like there wasn’t plenty of wicked inspiration standing right in front of her. Letting her thighs fall open a bit more, she glossed her fingertips over her soaked slit, moving toward her clit. When she came in contact with the throbbing nubbin, she shivered and arched her back.

“Fuck.” A hoarse groan ripped from Bram, and he squeezed the base of his cock so hard his knuckles whitened.

Ry paid him no mind and instead continued to stare at her. He worked his fist along the rigid length of his shaft, curling his palm slightly as he rubbed over the rosy, plum-shaped cap, spreading a drop of precome with his thumb. “Is stroking your clit enough to get you off?”

A warning pulse trembled through her at his question. She struggled to hold it off, to not succumb to the looming orgasm. “Sometimes,” she gasped, her gaze latched to his thick erection. God, she wanted him inside her. So badly, she shook from the desperate need of it. “But I…I want—” She tried to get the words out, but the sensations building inside her could no longer be ignored. “Oooh.” She clamped her legs together, but that only intensified the pressure on her clit.

The orgasm slammed into her, making her shudder and gasp. She was acutely aware of Ry’s and Bram’s hot gazes cataloging every detail of her climax the entire time the quakes rolled through her body. A distant part of her wondered why she didn’t feel embarrassed. Moments after the glow began to settle, Ry’s arms tucked beneath her legs and he scooped her against his chest. She snuggled into him, too limp and content to do much else. He carried her down the hall and into Bram’s bedroom.

She giggled as the three of them climbed into the massive California King bed. “Something tells me we’re not going to be eating for a while.”

Ry scooted between her thighs, bracing them with his wide shoulders. His expression was pure sin. “Speak for yourself.” Beard scruff tickled her sensitive flesh as his mouth closed around her pussy. He sucked on the folds of her labia, using the tip of his tongue to tease her clit.

She jerked, the sensations almost too much to take. Ry held her hips firm to the mattress, giving her no option but to submit to his exquisite torment. Bram leaned over her and suckled her breasts, each devastating tug on her nipples resulting in an echoing pulse through her clit. Ry’s mouth left her pussy.

She wanted to weep at the cruel abandonment, until Bram stretched across her and coasted his tongue along her slit. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

Ry rumbled his agreement before sinking two fingers inside her. “You’re so tight and wet. Let me feel you come again, baby.”

Together he and Bram brought her to a dazzling peak. She hovered there, suspended for a long moment before her body shattered. She cried out, her pussy clenching, milking Ry’s fingers with strong spasms.

Bram sat back on his haunches, his expression pained as he squeezed his cock. She stared at his gorgeous, straining shaft and licked her lips. Gaze riveted on her prize, she inched closer and kissed the swollen head. His salty, musky essence quickly became addictive, and she pulled his hand away so she could take more of him into her mouth. His groans filled her ears, encouraging her to suck him deeper. “Jesus, Lace. That’s fucking good.”

The mattress dipped, and she looked over to see Ry rummaging in the nightstand.

“Other drawer,” Bram said, his breath a harsh rasp.

Ry returned to the bed and tossed a handful of condoms onto the comforter. Her pulse sped up at the implications of needing that many condoms, but a moment later, when Ry sheathed himself and positioned his cock at her slick entrance, the only thought consuming her was the anticipation of finally having him buried inside her. He nudged past her opening, stretching her. She undulated her hips, desperately attempting to lodge him deeper. He tightened his grip on her, refusing to accommodate. “We’re going to test your multitasking skills. The idea is to have all of us come together. You up for it?”

An agonized sound came from Bram as he leaned over her. “I’m seconds away from blowing.”

“Tough. Count baseball stats or something.” With tormenting laziness, Ry thrust into her. His gliding penetration was so slow she felt the luscious friction of every vein in his cock through the condom. At the tail end of his stroke, he flexed his hips with a slight twist, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone. She gasped around Bram, earning another of his tortured grunts.

“Goddamn it, I’m gonna come,” Bram bit out between harsh, ragged pants.

“No you’re not. You can take it.” Ry stroked in and out of her, his rhythm steady. “Imagine if you were where I am, balls-deep in tight, wet, luscious pussy.”

“You are one sadistic son of a bitch.” The words sounded like they’d been ground between Bram’s teeth.

A smoky laugh fell from Ry. It caressed her, making her shiver and writhe on his cock. Ry’s motions faltered for a moment before he suddenly pumped into her harder. Deeper. Gripping her hips, he pulled her into his thrusts. “God, I want to feel you come around me.”

She gave a delirious moan, and Ry strummed her clit. “Keep sucking his cock, baby. Use your mouth and your pussy to make us come with you.”

His soft command was all the invitation she needed. Angling her head back, she swallowed Bram down her throat and squeezed her vaginal muscles. The groan that shook from Ry verified that all those Kegel exercises really paid off. Breathing through her nose, she continued to suck and swallow Bram’s cock. His balls tightened and his thighs were rock hard, hinting how close he was. Ry pounded into her now, his determination to send her over the edge creating a lush spiral of pleasure within her.

Her entire existence narrowed to the cocks filling her mouth and pussy.