Rudy unlocked the door to his bungalow then held open the door for Emmy. She stepped inside and glanced around. The living room was surprisingly neat considering the man’s college apartment had been a typical guy-messy affair.
A white cat came scampering into the room. Rudy scooped it into his arms. “This is Tiza. Either of you allergic?”
“Not me.” Pete petted the animal’s head.
Emmy set her purse on a brown leather sofa and tried to calm her jitters. “Me neither. What’s his name mean?”
“Chalk. And he’s a she.” He set the feline down then headed into the galley kitchen and pulled open the fridge. “Anybody want a beer or some ice tea?”
The buzz from the alcohol she’d consumed at Murphy’s was starting to wear off leaving her more nervous than she cared to admit. “I’ll take a beer.” A little more liquid courage would go a long way.
“Ice water, please.” Pete crossed the room to the bookcase and turned on the stereo. “Mind if I play a CD?”
“Go ahead.” Rudy brought her a bottle of beer then handed Pete his water.
Norah Jones’ smooth voice filled the air.
“How’s that?” Pete sat on the couch and placed his drink on a coaster on the glass coffee table.
“Perfect.” Rudy took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa and patted the cushion next to him as he looked at Emmy.
She studied the two men. Pete’s hair was light-brown and his complexion fair. Rudy’s Cuban heritage showed in his olive skin and black hair. His green eyes were fixed on her. Outside of family, she loved them both more than anyone, trusted them with her life despite the years that had lapsed since they’d last seen one another.
Two completely hot men wanted her. Her self-confidence shot up two hundred percent. This was definitely going to be a night to remember. She took a long pull on her beer, then set it down and sat between them. There’d be no going back now. “Guys?”
“Yeah?” Pete ran his thumb over her lower lip and a rush of longing stormed through her.
“Is it going to be weird after?” She wrung her hands.
Rudy massaged the back of her neck. “We’ll make sure it’s not. Maybe we’ll be closer than ever. I, for one, have missed the hell out of you, both of you.”
“So have I.” Pete’s gaze fell to her lips. “You have the sexiest mouth.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her head toward his. Then he gave her a soft, sweet kiss.
She shut her eyes and savored the moment-the soothing music, the feel of Pete’s touch, the empowering knowledge that her two dear friends were just as turned on by her as she was by them. They would take care of her, treat her as if she were the most precious woman on earth, at least for one night.
She was vaguely aware of Rudy getting off the couch. Then he was behind her, rubbing her shoulders, calming her nervousness. He didn’t rush, but rather, took his time to properly seduce her. The instant Pete broke the kiss, Rudy tilted her head back and took up where his friend had left off. He cupped her cheek, stroked his thumb over her skin. Was she really doing this?
Why shouldn’t she indulge in her wildest fantasy? She deserved to be the center of two men’s worlds for the time being.
Pete set his hand on her thigh and squeezed, setting off a sweet ache deep inside her core. Her libido swallowed up her reservations.
Rudy kissed a trail along her throat to her ear. He nipped the lobe. “What do you like?”
She looked at Pete for help, too embarrassed to voice her secret cravings.
“Hey, it’s been a lot of years since we’ve been together. And if I remember correctly, you weren’t very experienced back then.” He threw her a conspiratorial wink. “We never did anything particularly risque, did we? You must have some fantasies.”
She grinned as she thought about having the two of them touch her. The mental picture was so hot she was surprised her brain hadn’t spontaneously combusted. “Yeah, what we’re about to do is one of them.”
Rudy turned down the lights then pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch. He came around the sofa and stood in front of her, all tan skin, washboard abs and shoulders roped with sinewy muscle. The man was a god. He set his hands on his waist. “What else have you always wanted to try but never had the nerve to ask?”
In truth she wasn’t much more experienced in the carnal arts than she was in college. She’d had a couple lovers, but no one she’d dated for long enough to experiment with any exotic sexual activities. Sometimes when she pleasured herself, alone in her bed, she imagined a man tying her up, having his way with her. But how could she voice that desire without sounding depraved.
“Come on, I can see those wheels turning in your head.” Rudy bent to nibble her earlobe. “Tell me,” he whispered.
A blend of shame and desire swirled in her gut. Rudy’s breath fanned over her neck sending sparks cascading over her skin.
“Tell me. I’ll make it come true.”
A heavy pulse settled between her legs. “Well, there’s one thing.”
“Only one?” Pete kicked off his shoes then took off his polo shirt.
Lord, had she ever been surrounded by more testosterone? His upper body was broader and way more muscular than it had been years ago. Her mouth watered at the sight of his masculine beauty. She rubbed her hands over her thighs, itching to touch him, to touch them both.
Rudy knelt in front of her and opened the top button of her blouse. He kissed the skin he’d exposed and she hissed in a breath. She curled her fingers into the hard muscle on his upper arms.
“Well, I’ve wondered what it would be like to be…tied up.” She glanced from one man to the other, praying they didn’t think less of her.
Pete’s eyes grew dark as sin. Oh yeah, he wanted this too. “Do you trust us?”
She had to laugh. “Would I be here if I didn’t?”
“Be right back.” Rudy got up then disappeared down a hallway off the living room.
Pete took her arm and pulled her up to stand against him, close enough for her to feel the bulge pressing against her stomach. He looked deep into her eyes. “You want this, right? Because if you change your mind at any time, we’ll stop, okay?”
She set her hands on his shoulders, remembering the feel of his velvet skin, the way his body seemed to be a perfect fit against hers. How could she resist this man? “Thank you.”
He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth then nipped it gently. Her breath hitched.
Rudy returned, carrying a leather belt. She gulped, yet the prospect of them binding her ratcheted up her craving to the next level.
“What shall we do with you, Miss Emmy?” Rudy’s eyes glinted with mischief.
She imagined what it would be like to feel the sting of the leather snapping against her buttocks. The shocking notion caught her off guard. She’d never fantasized about anything like that but suddenly the idea was there in her head. Her cheeks grew hot.
Pete stripped off the rest of his clothes. Delicious memories filled her thoughts-making love with him in his dorm room on a winter morning, skinny-dipping in his parents’ pool while they were out of town. He’d made her feel so cherished all those years ago. Why hadn’t she tried harder to keep him in her life?
Rudy shucked off his pants and underwear. Damn, his legs were just as amazing as his torso, thick in all the right places. His erection curved up to his belly. The head was shaped like a plum. She couldn’t wait to taste it. She reached out for him, but he stepped back.
“Not yet, mi amor. ” He worked her next button open, and the next until her top hung open.
Her nipples hardened to tight, needy peaks that pressed the lace confines of her bra, begging for the feel of his hands and the hot wetness of his tongue.
Pete slipped her blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor while Rudy kneeled in front of her and unsnapped her pants. Rudy looked up at her with such hunger, as if he were a predatory cat who’d just found his next meal. The power she held over him intoxicated her even more than the alcohol had. She held her breath as he slowly lowered the zipper. Using his tongue, he traced small circles around her navel.
Lush sensations flooded her, rendered her a puddle of a woman. If Pete hadn’t been holding her arms, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to keep standing for the unbridled need taking over her body.
Rudy tugged her pants down and she stepped out of them. He picked up the belt from the coffee table and dragged the end between her thighs over her panties.
Liquid heat erupted in her core and spooled through her.
Pete moved behind her and cupped her breasts, tugged on the nipples, which hardened to painful points under his skilled touch. She leaned her head back, resting it against Pete’s chest as Rudy cupped her lace-covered mound.
Torrid need built inside her, caught like a wildfire threatening to consume her. Rudy sneaked his fingers under the elastic of her panties. She held her breath as he circled her swollen nub, pressing it gently. God, she was already dizzy with wanting and they’d barely touched her.
Pete peeled down the lacy cups of her bra and massaged her breasts, kneaded and shaped them in his calloused hands. She stiffened a little, knowing both men were looking at her, judging her body.
“You’re lovely,” Rudy said, as if he’d read her thoughts.
“Perfect.” Pete rolled her nipples between his fingers, setting her whole body on fire.
The validation eased a modicum of her self-consciousness. She squirmed and moaned as Rudy traced the folds of her feminine flesh. All thought turned to mush as delicious sensation took her over. God yes, please don’t stop.
“You’re soaking wet.” Rudy pushed a long, possessive finger inside her, then another, stroking to the rhythm of the music as if she were his prized instrument, and he was hitting all the right notes.
Little shock waves started in her core and radiated through her. Her hips started moving of their own accord, rocking and gyrating.
Pete kissed and bit at her shoulder. “You’re so fucking sexy. Even hotter than you were in college.”
She knew he’d said something wonderful but all she could manage to think about was how great she felt. Her eyelids shuttered over as her bliss rose higher and higher. Heavenly pressure had her strung so tight. She sank her fingernails into Rudy’s bulging biceps but he didn’t even flinch.
“Come for me, novia.” Rudy’s voice reached into her head, assured her she could let go. She was safe with them.
Pleasure rose to a fevered pitch. She stiffened her legs as she neared the precipice. Tides of ecstasy flooded her body as she fell over the edge into hot oblivion. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment then opened them to Rudy’s handsome grin.
He continued his blissful assault, sliding his fingers in and out of her, knowing just how to please her, as if he felt everything she did. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, she leaned against Pete for support and tried to catch her breath.
She didn’t care that they were seeing her nearly nude. They didn’t seem to be bothered by her body. Quite the contrary. The very notion empowered her. Under their hungry gazes she felt beautiful. Feminine and desirable. But did she have the courage to realize all her fantasies?
Pete finally let go of her. He moved around her so she could see his face, the longing in his stare. Tangling his fingers through her hair, he pulled her close for a blistering kiss. “Damn, that was sexy. You’re sexy.”
Rudy stood up and took her hand, his eyes glinting with the promise of so much more ahead. He grabbed the belt with his free hand and tipped his chin toward the hallway. “Let’s go to the bedroom and really get this party started.” He captured her gaze. “Ready?”
She gulped.