9. Hannah

9

HANNAH

I waited for the punchline, for one of them to start laughing so I could join in on the joke.

Three expectant faces looked at me. They remained far enough away and no one touched me, but I felt the heat emanating from their looks. It was a wonder the pool didn’t begin to steam and froth.

They wanted me.

It was an intoxicating thought, one that I pushed aside to evaluate the situation. Alcohol blurred my inhibitions, but even stone-cold sober, I knew an opportunity like this was outside my league.

My vision wobbled at the edges when I blinked. The flamingo floaty caught a ripple of water and pushed me closer to Scott. I hadn’t been this tipsy since the night I got pregnant with Liddy.

A relaxed feeling enveloped me, putting me at total ease among my three silver foxes. I giggled at my own thoughts. Silver Fox. I’ve always wondered what sex with an older man would be like.

That’s not what they offered , I scolded myself. They offered kisses. They offered me the chance to kiss each of them. The night air caressed my skin, and I shivered with delightful anticipation, the challenge in Scott’s voice seeping into the cracks and crevices I’d worked so hard to seal.

I slithered off the float and swam toward Scott. “You’re asking for a truth and a dare.” I waited a beat for my words to sink in. “I should get a bonus if I agree.”

“Done.” Scott mimed slamming a gavel against the water. “Anything you want.”

“Anything? That’s a dangerous suggestion.” I put both hands on his shoulders and let him hold me up. “What if I want to rummage through your underwear drawer?”

“Anything,” Scott growled in my ear.

The vibration that shook his chest rocketed through me. My pussy clenched, a memory of Arthur’s cock nestled against me causing a gnawing hunger deep inside.

“I get to give each of you a truth or dare.” It was a risk, asking for power over them.

“I agree.” Scott gripped my waist, his fingers tight against the bathing suit material that stretched over my body.

“Agreed.” Arthur and Ryland voiced their acceptance.

I brushed the edge of my nose over Scott’s. “Then it’s settled.” I held on to the back of his neck and kissed him. An electric current charged every particle, raised every hair, and sent my pulse soaring. His lips were devastating, their plump curves fitting against mine and devouring me. He kissed with the kind of passion that left me lightheaded and wanting more.

His hands drifted from my waist to my ass. He brought me flush to his chest, and I hooked my legs around his waist. The sudden hardness between my legs elicited a gasp from my lips. Scott took advantage of the moment and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He sampled me, each touch stroking my arousal. A hand left my ass and cradled the back of my head. His stance shifted enough for his feet to touch the bottom. Water lapped around my neck as Scott rolled his hips, letting me feel every inch of his cock before he ended the kiss, leaving me wanting more.

“My turn.” Ryland helped me release from Scott, and I clung to him until my breathing returned to normal. He still hadn’t put his shorts back on, and his exposed dick made saliva puddle in my mouth. I wanted to taste that part of him, to take him deep in my mouth. What would the other two do? A delightfully sinful thought formed in my mind, a thought that put Arthur and Scott inside me as I deep throated Ryland. Was I a horrible person for wanting all three of them?

Ryland stroked one knuckle down my cheek, shaking me from my thoughts. “What are you thinking?”

“No more truths from me.” I feathered my hands through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of the damp strands. He tipped his face to the moonlight. I kissed the column of his throat, then his lips. Kissing Ryland was different from kissing Scott. Scott was all fiery heat and pulsing ‘fuck me now’ desire. Ryland was sweet heat, a lingering caress in the middle of the night. Long, passionate lovemaking under the stars. He kissed like we had all the time in the world. His lips turned to velvet beneath mine, and I sank into him. Ryland was the kind of man who lingered over a flavor—like savoring a fine wine on his palate—who had the patience to wait for perfection. The artistic side of him I’d discovered yesterday bled into the moment and I found myself wanting it to last a little longer.

He ended the kiss but held me tight, my bones turning to putty. His heartbeat drummed beneath my fingertips, the rapid pulse beating in time with my own. His brown eyes shone amber in the moonlight, the secrets he held there a liquid pool I’d never touch.

My pulse skipped and I felt a twinge of disappointment when Arthur scooped me from Ryland’s grasp.

“I’ve already kissed you,” I muttered.

“Does not count.” There was satisfaction in his tone and desire in his hooded gaze, a clear bulge showing in his shorts.

Three men. Three distinct but passionate kisses.

I had just enough time to consider arguing when he kissed my collarbone. Arthur framed my face between his palms, his fingers on either side of my ears. He kissed the corner of my mouth, my nose, my closed eyelids. When he finally touched his lips to mine, I fell into him. He stood motionless, his body hard beneath my palms. I skated my hands over the ridge of his spine, the firm muscles on either side of his waist, and up over his shoulders. Time stopped. Nothing mattered except the next touch, the next pulse of our hearts.

We kissed until I had no choice but to back away and breathe. Spots danced in my vision, and I clung to Arthur until my legs stopped shaking and I could stand on my own. Arthur boosted me onto the side of the pool then followed me up.

I placed a hand on my heart and leaned back until I stretched out on the concrete warmed by the sun. Dual splashes, followed by shadows drifting into my peripheral vision, signaled Scott and Ryland had climbed from the pool. They sat on either side of me up by my shoulders, Arthur at my waist.

“Well?” Scott’s voice held a hard, tense edge. He brushed hair back from my face and grinned at me. “Who wins?”

“Everyone.” I placed my elbows on the concrete and sat up. “I can’t pick. You’re all amazing kissers.”

Scott tsked and ticked his index finger back and forth. “That’s not how the game is played. You have to pick. Otherwise, it’s not fair.”

“I disagree. You all decided that I’d gain a bonus. Since I can’t choose, the bonus is void. Everyone wins.”

Loud objections shocked me into silence. Even Arthur joined in, his lilting accent hardening the words. “You agreed to pick a winner.”

I held out both hands. “What do you want me to do? I can’t choose. Do you really want me to say that one of you kisses better than the others when I don’t feel that way?”

“Yes.” All three of them answered in unison.

Scott glared at Arthur. “She has a point. You’ve kissed her twice now and she still says she can’t pick just one of us. I think that definitely puts you at the bottom.”

“I don’t think so.” Arthur glared right back at him. The chiseled expression never wavered. The last thing I wanted was to hurt any of them. Maybe that was my problem. I was worried about their feelings when I should be concerned with myself.

“I don’t want anyone to get mad at me.” I ran my finger along a seam in the tile. “I said I would tell you the truth, and that’s the truth. I’m refusing to choose because if I choose one of you, and the others get mad, I could lose all of you.”

“No.” Scott took up my entire vision when he scooted between me and Arthur. “This is all a game, Hannah. You won’t lose anything. I swear it.”

“But if it makes you uncomfortable, we will stop.” The softness in Arthur’s tone bled into his expression. The firmness in his jaw cracked just enough for a sigh to part his lips. “We would never ask you to go against your will.”

Just like that, my argument and uncertainty vanished. I ran my finger along the edge of Arthur’s jaw, my thumb rubbing his bottom lip. “Maybe I need to try again. If you really want me to decide, I mean.”

I only thought time stood still earlier. Now the whole world froze as the four of us looked at each other. We were teetering on the edge of a cliff. One wrong word, a hesitant breath, and the whole thing fell apart.

“If that is what you wish.” Arthur stood and held out his hand. “Perhaps we try a different tactic.”

“What’s that?” I held his hand and let him pull me to my feet. Three bodies closed in around me. I’d never experienced anything like this before. What most thought of as constricting, I found comforting.

Arthur moved in, his lips lingering on my top lip in a series of short kisses as Ryland pressed his lips to my shoulder. I knew it was him from the blond hair falling over my arm. Scott moved to my other side, pulling my hair away from my neck and kissing my earlobe.

A shudder wracked my entire body. What was this? It was intoxicating, liberating even. This was not a competition. This was not about taking turns. I moaned, the sound tore from my aching throat as a storm of sensations overwhelmed me.

Hands stoked my ribs, my thighs, my ass. Ryland ran a knuckle down the outer curve of my breast. His thumb flicked over the nipple at the same time Scott slipped a hand beneath my suit and cupped my ass. I reached out, desperate to hold onto something, and found Arthur there waiting. He guided my hands to his ribs and murmured into my mouth, “We have you, Hannah.”

Did they ever.

Being between all three of them as they explored my body with hands and mouths was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. I knew I should be afraid but I wasn’t. There were three of them and one of me. If I said stop, I had no control if they ignored me.

But I knew they would never ignore my requests. That realization came at the same time that Arthur released my lips and rained kisses down my neck. He dropped to a knee in front of me, his lips continuing their slow descent. “There are other places I could kiss you, other places I want to kiss you.”

God yes. I wanted him between my legs. I raked his hair back from his face and scoured it for any hint of trickery, finding none.

Scott and Ryland remained on either side of me. “What truth or dare would you ask of us, Hannah?”

“How is this even possible?” The question came out hoarse and breathless. “This doesn’t happen. How can all three of you want to kiss me?”

“Not just kiss you.” Ryland tugged the strap of my bathing suit down my arm, exposing the curve of my breast. “Worship you. Adore you. We would spend all night with you until exhaustion forced us to stop.” He exposed more of my skin with every word.

“Are you comfortable with this?” I locked eyes with Arthur. Every move they made told me they’d done this before. It startled me when jealousy bit deep. Who was the other woman, and why did I care?

“We are,” Arthur answered for all of them.

I felt their acceptance in nods and kisses. Fiery need licked my skin and filled my blood with hot desire. I craved their touches. They’d given me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’d be a raging fool to pass it up.

I slid my hand from Arthur’s face and held onto Scott. “Kiss me.”

He answered my demand, his lips on mine in an instant. My inhibitions fell away in the comfort of their embrace, the skill of their touch, and the alcohol dancing in my veins.

Arthur dipped a finger beneath my suit, the rough edge of his knuckle gliding so close to my clit that I bucked toward him. Was this what it felt like to be wanted and treasured? One night with them might not ruin me, but it had the potential to break me down and leave me wanting things I had no right to ask for.