She let out a moan as the two men pressed her between them, and he smelled her hair, a soft scent that was sweet and sexy, a mix of vanilla and amber.

“So hot,” he whispered. “Aren’t you, Kassidy?”

Another whimper escaped her mouth. He nudged her hair aside to find the warm side of her neck, inhaled her scent again and opened his mouth on her skin. He sucked lightly, dragged his tongue over her. Sweet.

“Ah, sweetheart.” Chris drew her arms up and over his shoulders. “I love you for this. So much. Come on. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

He kissed her mouth and then stepped back. The three of them moved together down the short hall and into the bedroom where Chris had nailed her up against the door earlier. Jesus. Dag’s cock twitched. And now here he was in there with them.

Chris flicked on a lamp beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Dag watched as his bare chest appeared, took in the ripped pecs and abs, the flex of biceps as Chris tossed the shirt aside. Dag moved to Kassidy.

“Let me,” he murmured, and once again he drew up the hem of her dress inch by silky inch. She moved her hips as the dress rose higher and he met her eyes as he pulled it up over her waist and then…her breasts. The dress was loose and she lifted her arms for him to tug it over her head, the full mounds of her breasts right there in front of him, swelling over the edge of a pink lace bra that matched the little strip of lace around her hips.

She had a beautiful body—smooth curves, golden skin, the surprise of a diamond glinting in her belly button. He flicked it with a finger. “That’s nice.”

“Thank you.”

Dag glanced at Chris, who had lowered himself to the side of the bed, wearing just his black pants, watching them with hot eyes.

Dag wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to. His lips parted and he studied her mouth, the pouty bottom lip, the sweet bow of her top lip, the way her teeth gleamed whitely through the slight opening. He heard her indrawn breath as she realized he was looking at her mouth and her lips parted more.

He slid a hand beneath her hair to the back of her neck then glanced once more at Chris, as if to make sure the guy was still okay with this, because, Jesus Christ, he was going to kiss her, kiss her with everything he fucking had.

Chris gave him a slow up-and-down motion of his head as he reached for the fastener of his pants and released it. He rubbed his hard-on beneath the black fabric.

And Dag turned back to Kassidy, bent his head and took her mouth. She opened for him immediately with a soft sound in her throat, her mouth sinfully soft, sweetly delicious and warm as summer. Her hands came to rest on his chest. He wanted her to rub there, but they’d get to that. He kissed her, again and again, long, deep kisses, licked her mouth, found her tongue and played with it. Her body melted against him, all warm, soft skin and pink lace. Jesus.

His other arm slid around her, palm on her back, pressing her against him, her breasts soft, her pussy hot. Damp heat poured off her, in fact, he could smell it, tantalizing feminine arousal. He got lost in it, in everything, the feel of her body in his arms, the taste of her mouth, the vanilla and warm amber and girl scent of her, so much that he forgot about Chris watching them and drifted off on a cloud of erotic pleasure.

This woman…dammit, she affected him. Like no other. What was it about her?

He lifted his head and they gazed at each other, panting, wet-mouthed, blazing eyes.

“Dag.”

Her breathy voice saying his name like that undid him all over again, and he groaned. “This is insane.”

“Yeah.”

And then they both turned to Chris, who had taken his cock out and was stroking it. Kassidy made a little noise as if a gasp had stuck in her throat. “Oh god,” she said.

Dag watched Chris’s hand pull up the thick length of his cock then back down. He’d seen it before. They’d done this before. But still his blood raced fast and hot through his veins at the sight.

He set Kassidy in front of him, settled his hands on her hips. She glanced over her shoulder at him, wide-eyed at the sight of Chris jerking off.

“C’mere, Kass.” Chris lifted his chin. “Come and suck me.”

Dag helped her move forward, nudging her with his hands on her hips, and with another glance at him, she went to her knees beside the bed, between Chris’s legs. When her mouth closed over the head of his cock, more flames threatened to explode in Dag’s balls. Now it was his turn to press against his throbbing erection. He wasn’t sure if he could even walk, he was so hard. But he managed to move up behind Kassidy and gather her hair back to hold it for her at the nape of her neck.

“Oh yeah, Kass. So good.” Chris threw his head back, eyes closed, hands on the bed on either side of him. “Oh…yeah.”

Dag peered over her shoulders to watch her slide up and down on Chris’s shaft, dark and ridged with veins, her mouth stretched wide. She rested her hands on his thighs and her head bobbed. When she let the gleaming crown slide out of her mouth and sat back a bit to catch her breath, Dag lifted her beneath her arms to stand.

“Now suck Dag,” Chris said, his eyes dark, face flushed.

A string of curses ran through Dag’s mind, and he yanked his T-shirt out from his pants and rapidly unbuckled his belt. Yeah, he wanted to feel her mouth on him too, and he knew Chris liked to watch that, but hell, he wanted to make this good for Kassidy.

He stripped out of his clothes, but as she went to drop to her knees once again, he held her up. “No.”

She blinked at him, and he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down, nudging Chris aside, who stood and stepped out of his pants. The two men stood side by side, looking down at beautiful Kassidy stretched out on the bed, wearing pink lace and a blush. She bent one knee, licked her lips.

“Ladies first,” Dag said, a smile tugging his lips. “Wanna make this good for you, babe.”

Her mouth curved sweetly as he climbed onto the bed, shifted her over a little more to make room for Chris. The mattress dipped with Chris’s weight as he again sat, and then Chris found the clasp of her bra and Dag slipped his fingers into her panties and slid them down over her legs.

He let out a breath as he viewed her naked body, perfect breasts round and tipped with small brown nipples, nipples that made his mouth water and long to suck them. His gaze moved over the dip of her waist and curve of her hips, and then to the tiny triangle of dark hair just above her slit.

“Beautiful, Kassidy,” he whispered, unable to resist touching her, his palms cruising over her thighs.

Chris covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed then brushed his fingertips over taut nipples. “So beautiful.”

“You are, sweetheart.” Chris bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, just like Dag wanted to do. And why not? He moved up her body on the opposite side of Chris and they each suckled on her for long moments. Her nipple fit perfectly to his tongue and he closed his lips over the tip of it while his eyelids drifted shut. And sucked. Sweet. So fucking sweet.

He could smell Chris’s hair now, a darker, masculine scent, his head only inches from his own as they made love to Kassidy’s gorgeous breasts. Her body quivered and twitched, and Dag laid a hand flat on her belly.

“Oh god,” she said, her legs sliding against the bedcovers. “God, that feels good!” And her hand forked into his hair and grabbed on. Sensation rocketed from his scalp to his cock.

“Both of you…sucking on me…at the same time. Oh my god.” Her head tossed on the pillow and they kept on loving her nipples with their lips and tongues and the very edge of Dag’s teeth.

His hand crept lower…lower. His fingertips brushed the curls there, dragged through them, slipped lower still. Her thighs parted for him, and his fingers found her wetness. Jesus.