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Theo withdrew his hand and raised a glistening finger. Meg watched with wide eyes as Galen leaned forward and captured his finger in his mouth and sucked hard. Fuck. Sex was always rough and intense with his friend, but the new dynamic of Meg involved ratcheted up his desire for both Meg and Galen.

  He wasn’t the only one.

  Theo felt more than heard his friend’s growl of pleasure. Yeah, you need her tonight. We both do.

  Though his cock groaned in protest, Theo pulled Meg’s dress down. No matter what picture Galen had painted for her with his words, tonight wasn’t the night when they’d play with her in public. What are you saying? There won’t be a night like that because this is the only night you have. He pushed the thought away and captured Meg’s chin. “Come home with us.”

  “You… You can’t just leave me like this.”

  He leaned down and pressed a painfully gentle kiss to her lips. “I think you’ll find, princess, that I can do whatever I damn well please and you’ll love every second of it.” He set his teeth against her bottom lip as he drew away, tasting her gasp. Theo still didn’t release her. “But if you’re very, very good, I’ll let Galen play with you in the cab back to our place.”

  Meg blinked, and then blinked again. “When do we leave?”

  Galen let loose another of those fuck-me growls. “Right fucking now.”

  Chapter 3

  What am I doing?

  Meg didn’t have an answer. She couldn’t think past the thrumming in her blood and the way every nerve seemed to pulse with desire. Following that need to its inevitable completion was the only thing that mattered right now. The club took on a dreamlike quality, as if nothing was quite real.

  Nothing except the men who bookended her between them as they headed toward the door, Galen carving a path toward the door with his big shoulders, while Theo remained a step behind her, his hand a brand across the small of her back. They were almost to the exit when she caught sight of Cara. Meg paused and both men paused with her as if attached to a string wrapped around her middle.

  She extracted herself from Theo and crossed to her friend. Cara grinned. “Best birthday ever.”

  Her cheeks went hot and she managed a nervous laugh. “It’s shaping up to be.”

  “Fill me in on everything tomorrow.” Cara pulled her in for a quick hug. “If you need anything, I’ll have my phone on me. Text me later, okay?”

  “I will.” Some days, she was convinced she and Cara were on different wavelengths, but coming out tonight had been anything but a mistake. “See you tomorrow.”

  Meg rejoined the men and they headed out the door. It wasn’t until they hit the sidewalk that the reality of her situation hit. She was going home with someone. With two someones. She missed a step, and Theo caught her under her elbow without hesitation. “You only had the two drinks.”

  It wasn’t a question—he never seemed to ask questions, just make statements—but she answered all the same. “I’m not drunk. I’m nervous.”

  “Mmmm.”

  The fever dream dissipated with the cold wind blowing from the north. What am I doing? She didn’t have an answer now any more than she had five minutes ago. Galen dropped back to walk on the other side of her, his shoulder brushing hers with each step. She looked between the two of them, so at ease in their skin as if they knew their place in life and reveled in it.

  As if they’d never gone hungry a day in their lives.

  Meg jerked her gaze back to the street. Though cabs clogged the streets, neither man seemed in a hurry to catch one. She cleared her throat. “So…are you two a thing?”

  Galen snorted, and Theo laughed aloud. He stroked his hand up her spine and back down again. “Nothing so official. We’ve been friends a long time. Sometimes we’re more. Sometimes we’re less.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “She wants to know if I suck your cock, Theo.” Galen’s gruff voice sounded out of place here in the open air, as if he was more comfortable murmuring in low conversation in crowded rooms than exposed like this. “Or maybe she’s asking if I fuck your ass.” His dark laugh made her toes curl in her shoes. “Your princess has cold feet.”

  Theo stopped walking and turned her to face him. In there, he hadn’t seemed quite as big as Galen, but she realized that was all a front. Even as Meg watched, his posture straightened and he cracked his neck. In truth, he was taller than Galen, though not quite as massive. This is a man who knows how to hide.

  But what could he possibly have to hide from?

  He ran his hands up her arms and over her shoulders. “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

  No misunderstanding that. He’d call her a cab, probably pay for it in the bargain, give her a pat on the head, and send her home alone. All she had to do was ask. Even with his mysteries, Theo had the air of a man who took care of the people around him.

  He’d take care of her tonight, whether that was seeing her home or following through on all the dark things Galen had promised.

  Meg looked up into those blue eyes that were downright electric despite the night shadows. Beautiful. She didn’t know many men who could be termed beautiful without it detracting from their masculinity, but Theo managed. Holding her breath, she reached up and touched his mouth, tracing the dip in his upper lip. He stood still, letting her touch him.

  Letting her decide.

  Really, there was only one option. If she walked away now, she would spend the rest of her life wondering what tonight could have brought if she’d just had the courage to take that first step. Just a tiny leap of faith. It was only one night, after all. She could go home with these devastatingly sexy men and walk away in the morning with a story to hold close to her heart in the years ahead. It didn’t have to mean anything other than mutual pleasure.

  She kissed him.

  Theo let her have a second, two, and then he sifted his fingers through her hair and took control. He devoured her, stoking her need with teeth and tongue, banishing the last of her hesitance to dust. She needed. He released her as she started to shake and grinned down at her. “You won’t regret it.” He nodded over her head. “Call a cab, Galen.”

  The trip passed in a blur. She half expected them to make a move in the backseat, but aside from Theo keeping his arm around her, they both seemed content to stare out the window as if she wasn’t three breaths away from coming completely undone.

  The cab dropped them at a building a short jaunt from Central Park. Because of course they were rich. They probably had giant cocks, too. You’re going to find out soon enough. She let Theo take her hands and tug her inside. Meg followed him through the entrance and to the elevator banks, blushing too hard to meet the doorman’s gaze.

  “Meg.”

  She startled and pressed her lips together. When it became clear he needed some kind of answer, she reluctantly said, “Yeah?”

  Theo held open the elevator doors. He looked at her as if trying to read her mind, to lay out her history, her personality, her everything, for his perusal. “If you change your mind at any time, it’s good.”

  She shivered at the intent in those blue eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to talk me out of it.”

  “Never that.” A sharp shake of his head. “But I’m invested in you having a good time—we both are.”

  Somehow, she doubted that applied to Galen, no matter what Theo said. The other man might want her—she had no illusions about that—but there was only one person he was there for tonight. It wasn’t Meg.

  She nodded. “I’m good, Theo. I promise.”

  He tugged her into the elevator, his gaze never leaving her face. “Then up we go.”

  The elevator went straight to the top and opened into the penthouse suite, or whatever the stupidly expensive residence was called. She absently let go of Theo’s hand and wandered to the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched the length of the living room. NYC’s lights created a masterpiece on the other side
of the glass, a dark absence marking Central Park in the middle. If the view was amazing now, it would be spectacular in the daylight. Even if money doesn’t buy happiness, it buys views like this.

  She was pretty sure it bought happiness, too, but it wasn’t like Meg would know.

  All she could be sure of was that an absence of money meant stress, anxiety, and the kind of fear that followed her into her nightmares every night when she closed her eyes.

  She turned to find Theo on the couch, watching her. He was just at ease here as he’d been at the club, and why not? Even without Galen at his side as a glowering presence, he seemed to own every room he entered. That kind of ease only came from being born into power. She’d seen it enough over the years—albeit from afar—to recognize that, even if she knew nothing else about him.

  He crooked a finger. “Come here.” The couch was a monster-sized sectional, situated to face the view and little else. No television, no other ornamentation. What more do you need with that view?

  But the lack of electronics brought home that this was temporary. Wherever these two men called home, it wasn’t this apartment. This place was set up like a show home, all cold beauty and no heart.

  The room was missing something else important. “Where’s Galen?” She looked around as if staring into the shadows hard enough would reveal the man in question.

  “He’ll be back shortly.” He motioned her forward again and she closed the distance between them, a magnet to his lodestone. The connection that first appeared when their gazes met over the length of the club pulsed between them like a live thing. If she concentrated, she could almost see it connecting them even before they touched.

  Meg slipped her hand into Theo’s big one and he maneuvered her to stand between his thighs. He made an appreciative sound. “I don’t have to tell you that this dress is a piece of art. You look so fucking sexy in it, I couldn’t take my attention off you from the moment I saw you.” He ran his hands up her legs, stopping just short of her dress and skating them back down again to her ankles. “Runner.”

  She nodded and swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

  “Sit with me.” He waited for her to murmur a yes and then he pulled her down to situate her in the corner of the couch, her legs sprawled over his thighs. Theo unbuckled her strappy heels with careful fingers and tossed them away from the couch.

  It all felt so…strange.

  She’d fully expected for the pair of them to fall on her the second they walked through the door, had even braced for that eventuality. Instead Galen was MIA and Theo was tracing abstract patterns up her legs as if he had all the time in the world. She swallowed hard. “Theo—”

  “Not yet.” He squeezed her thigh and started working down the other leg. It wasn’t until stillness crept over his body that she realized what they’d been waiting for.

  Galen.

  He stalked into the room from the hallway and tossed a handful of shiny foil packets onto the coffee table. Condoms. Galen draped himself on the long leg of the couch, well out of reach. He and Theo shared a charged look that changed the atmosphere in the room in the space of one heartbeat to the next. Meg barely had a chance to process that they were green light, full speed ahead, when Theo shifted closer and kissed her.

  He took her mouth as if he had every right to it—as if it had been his all along and he was just now assuming ownership. Meg melted into the contact and tried to turn to face him, but he used a hand on her hip to shift her back to his chest. He kissed down her jaw and set his teeth against her neck. “Open your eyes, princess.”

  She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. Meg opened her eyes as Theo hitched one of her legs up and over his, spreading her wide. The move bunched her dress up around her hips, leaving her with only her panties covering her. Her gaze landed on Galen, whose languid posture was as relaxed as a tiger about to pounce on its prey. He watched Theo coast a hand down her stomach and pull her dress higher yet and then palm her pussy. His touch was light, teasing, but the hard cock pressing against her bare ass through his jeans was anything but.

  “She’s so wet, Galen. Wet and…” Theo slid his hand beneath her panties and pushed two fingers into her. “Tight. It’s a good thing we’re in the mood to play.”

  Play.

  Like she was a toy they’d share between them.

  Meg didn’t know how she was supposed to react to that, but desire stole her concern and took her pride in the process, leaving only the need for Theo to keep touching her. She rocked her hips to take his fingers deeper, but he gripped her with his free hand, forcing her still. His breath ghosted against the shell of her ear. “Should we show Galen what he’s missing?”

  With anyone else, the game would be just that—a game. Fun, sure, but ultimately disposable. Meg didn’t really know either of them, and they obviously had a history as deep as time itself. She should have felt like that.

  And yet…

  Theo’s touch, while authoritative and demanding, was nothing less than reverent. And Galen’s gaze was on her as much as it was on Theo. They were here with her—not someone else.

  Did she want to show Galen what he was missing so he’d get his ass over there and touch her, too?

  Fuck yes, she did.

  Meg made a noise that must have been enough for Theo, because he tugged her panties to the side, framing her pussy for Galen. The only reaction they got was a tightening in his jaw and his dark eyes going molten. Theo laughed softly. “I’ll tell you a secret, princess. I’ve never met a man with better control than Galen. It’s downright supernatural. It’ll take a better show than this to get him over here to put his hands all over you.” He nipped her earlobe. “If you make it very, very good, I’ll even let him use his mouth.”

  There wasn’t enough air in the loft. There couldn’t be. Her breath hitched in her lungs, and it took her two tries to force words out. “What if I want his cock?”

  This time, Theo’s laughter filled the room. He sat up, taking her with him, and positioned her on his lap with her legs on either side of his thighs. “Tell her, Galen.”

  The other man spread his arms across the back of the couch, his features cold. “You have to earn my cock, princess.”

  His arrogance should have been a turnoff. It should have made her want to put him in his place and make him earn access to her.

  Instead, a part of her that she’d never give voice murmured deep inside her. I want to earn your cock, Galen. Tell me what I need to do. Meg slammed her mouth shut hard enough that her teeth clicked to avoid giving those traitorous words voice. She took a breath, and then another. Only when she was sure she wouldn’t betray herself did she lean back against Theo more firmly. “Fuck him. I’d rather play with you.”

  Theo didn’t laugh again. He skimmed off her dress and tossed it aside to join her shoes, leaving her in only her panties. A few seconds later, his shirt joined the growing pile. “Lean back.”

  Meg obeyed immediately. The shock of his bare skin against her own drew a small sound from her lips. There wasn’t a soft spot on his body, and he caged her with his chest and arms, holding her open for Galen’s perusal.

  She twisted to offer him her mouth, needing to taste him again, and Theo didn’t hesitate to give in to her unspoken request. His tongue twined with hers, and he cupped her bare breasts and pinched her nipples to aching peaks. Theo spread his thighs, forcing hers wider, she felt Galen’s gaze all over her.

  On the curve of her neck. Following the path of Theo’s hands. Centering where her tangled panties left her pussy partially exposed. Her skin sparked as if he’d reached out and touched her. Or maybe Theo’s ministrations were responsible for the growing lightning storm inside her. It was too much and not enough and she whimpered against his mouth. “Stop teasing and touch me.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her spread thighs. “Please, Theo. I’ve been aching since the club.”

  “Can’t have that.” He drew her wetness up around her clit with a single finger and c
ircled the sensitive bundle of nerves, easily finding the motion that made her entire body go tight and hot. She opened her eyes and met Galen’s gaze as her orgasm spiraled closer and closer. A challenge. I’ll get what I want, and you’ll have to watch while it happens, knowing you could have been a part of it.

  Theo, damn him, seemed to know exactly what roads her thoughts traveled. He slowed his pace, dragging it out. “You see how he looks at you. He’s seconds away from stalking over here, smacking my hand away, and licking that pretty pussy until he takes your orgasm for himself.”

  She made that soft whimpering sound again. She couldn’t help it. The whole situation was overwhelming her senses, dragging her into a place where every part of her centered around these two men. “Theo, please.” Meg didn’t know what she was pleading for.

  An orgasm. Theo. Galen.

  All three.

  “I’ll make you a deal, princess,” he murmured in her ear, his finger never stopping its slow circles that seemed designed to keep her on the edge but never take her over it. “I’ll let you choose this time. Who do you want to gift this orgasm to?”

  “Both.” The answer tore itself from her lips, too true and far too telling.

  For the first time since she’d caught sight of him in the club, Galen grinned. His white teeth flashed and his dark eyes lit up with amusement, the whole effect knocking him from attractive to downright dangerous. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

  A night.

  It’s only for a night.

  You can’t fall in love with a person—let alone two people—in a single night.

  Theo kissed the back of her neck. “Good girl.” He slid his hand out of her panties. “Stop playing and get over here, Galen. We’ve got to take care of our girl.”

  Chapter 4

  Each step that Galen took ratcheted Meg’s pulse higher, until spots danced along the edges of her vision.

  “I feel like that when I watch him sometimes, too.” Theo slid his hands up her arms and caught her elbows, arching her back, and offering her breasts to Galen. He kissed one of her shoulders and then the other. “It helps if you breathe.”