She couldn’t do it back in Michigan. Here in Vegas, where sinning was not only acceptable but encouraged, she could live out the fantasy she never imagined would ever become a reality. With Logan, she felt safe to explore her sexuality. He didn’t chastise her for craving a sexual act that most of the world would consider deviant. Instead, he made plans to give it to her.

She never would’ve guessed he was such a dirty, kinky man or that she would like it so damned much. They had all of the country’s law enforcement looking to arrest them and at least two men who wanted them dead, and she’d never been so happy in her entire life. She didn’t want to stop and analyze why or think about what would happen when it was finally resolved and they returned to their real lives.

A quiet knock fell on the door.

This was it.

Nervous excitement buzzed through her. She sat up and combed her hair with her fingers while Logan rolled out of bed to answer the door. She didn’t know why she was bothering to fix her hair when it was just going to get messed up soon anyway.

Logan slowly pulled open the door, revealing Hunter standing behind it. As he walked in, Rachel instinctively pulled up the sheet to cover her breasts.

He tossed her a chocolate bar. “My momma raised me right. Figured it was only polite to bring a girl candy before I fucked her.”

She stared at the chocolate before flicking her gaze up to Hunter. And she laughed. With that one smooth move, he’d eased the awkwardness. His eyes sparkled and a grin pulled at his lips, the hoop at the corner catching her eye.

“Thank you for the candy,” she said, smiling, tearing open the wrapper. She’d never turn down chocolate.

Unabashedly naked, Logan strode back to the bed and sat beside her, not bothering to cover himself. Hunter didn’t pause before sitting on the edge of the mattress on her side of the bed, twisting himself toward Logan.

For a couple of minutes, the men talked about baseball while she scarfed down the candy bar. It would almost pass for normal had two of the three of them not been naked. She understood they wanted her to feel comfortable about the threesome, but this was ridiculous.

She crumpled the wrapper into a ball and shot it across the room toward the trash. Damn, she missed. She dropped the sheet, exposing her breasts. Enough of the small talk. “If someone doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to have to take care of it myself.”

Logan smirked as he brushed her arm with his knuckles. “No you won’t. You love the anticipation. The idea that you don’t know what’s going to happen next. Whose cock you’re going to have in your ass and whose will go in your pussy.”

Starting with her calf, Hunter stroked his hand over her covered leg, resting it on her upper thigh. “You want me to go at any time, you just say the word.”

She squirmed, her pussy already growing wet from their touches. “I don’t want you to go. I want this. Both of you. And I don’t want to wait any longer.” She turned her head to Logan and begged him with her eyes. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He cradled the back of her head in his hand and pulled her into him, his lips crashing over hers. His tongue excitedly plunged and retreated, over and over, mimicking what she’d like him to do with his cock. She felt Hunter’s heat at her back. His hand curled around her to palm her breast and swipe his thumb over her nipple.

A moan fell from her lips into Logan’s mouth. He kissed her harder, his teeth banging against her own. His free hand drifted to her other breast, his actions mirroring Hunter’s.

She nipped Logan’s lip hard enough to draw blood, impatient and desperate for more of their touches.

He pulled away with a devilish grin, rubbing his lip where she’d bitten him. “I guess you’re pretty eager.” His gaze bounced to Hunter. “Get undressed.”

She watched as Hunter stood and whipped his shirt off in one swift motion. His body was a work of art. She’d known about the tattoos covering his arms, but without his shirt, she got to appreciate them, her gaze lingering on his bulging biceps. His muscled chest was decorated by the black outline of a dragon shooting red fire from its mouth, and small hoops hung from both of Hunter’s nipples.

His shorts fell to floor, revealing everything he’d been packing behind them.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.

His dick was pierced.

He chuckled. “Get that reaction a lot.”

“Does it hurt you?” she asked, a blush creeping out over her chest at being caught ogling his cock.

He set one knee on the bed, his cock jutting out as if begging for her mouth. “It did when I first got it, but I like pain, so it didn’t bother me.”

She swallowed. “And it won’t hurt me?”

He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, showing her the metal ball on it. “My piercings will only enhance your pleasure.”

She wondered how two men could make love to one woman when both of them were dominant. But in ordering Hunter to remove his clothes, Logan had made it clear that tonight, he was taking the lead. Did it always work that way for them? Or was Logan in charge because she belonged to him?

“Lie on your back,” Logan said, his hand on her nape.

The minute her head hit the pillow, both men’s heads descended, each of them taking a nipple into his mouth. Her spine arched, a moan escaping from her lips. Her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to remain open, dropping her gaze to the tops of the guys’ heads and watching them bob as the men worked their magic on her breasts.

Logan used a harder suction to draw it fully into the cavern of his hot mouth. Hunter teased it with his tongue, rolling his piercing over her pebbled tip. Heat blasted to her pussy, waking an arousal she hadn’t known existed. She’d gone from not being able to come to thinking she might come just from having their mouths on her nipples.

But before she could test that theory, Hunter slid down her torso, settling between her thighs and parting her legs, spreading her pussy open. He didn’t waste time getting to work, his tongue lapping at her clitoris like a cat drinking milk. Using his broad shoulders to push her thighs apart even more, he shifted his tongue, teasing the metal ball back and forth on her clit and slipping his fingers inside her wet channel with ease.

When he crooked his fingers, finding her G-spot as quickly as Logan had, her legs began shaking and her head tossed side to side on the pillow, the overload of sensations and the tension coiling in her pussy too much for her to process.

She hoped she wasn’t supposed to ask for permission to come because she had absolutely no control over her body. She was a puppet and they held her strings, making her limbs dance and her spine bow off the bed through their ministrations. Nonsensical cries and pleas ripped from her throat. She tried to close her legs, the raging storm between them too overwhelming, but Hunter held her still with his large hands wrapped around her thighs.

Logan played with her nipples, his tongue swirling around one while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. When his other hand covered her throat like a collar in a display of possession, she detonated, the tension unraveling like a spool of thread sending waves of heat spreading throughout her body.

Hunter and Logan allowed her a moment to recover before turning her on her side. She heard the sound of a cap lifting and the squirt of liquid.

“Relax and let me in,” crooned Logan, his fingers coating her crack with cool lube. “I’m going to get you ready to take us both. You still with us?”

She swallowed, her lips tingling as if she hadn’t used them in ages. “I’m with you.”

His finger rubbed between her cheeks, lighting up nerves that had rarely been touched. She was too far gone to care about propriety. Nothing tonight was polite. It was deliciously deviant, and if it felt good, she wasn’t going to worry about it.