“Should we’ve brought her flowers or something?” Kyle asked.

“Hell if I know,” Hank said.

Kyle blew out an unsteady breath. Might as well get this confession over. “I ain’t ever been in this position before.”

Hank’s head whipped around. “Meaning what? Getting ready to have a threesome?”

Kyle felt the tops of his ears burning. “Yeah. Maybe that makes me lame or something—”

“I’ve never done this either,” Hank blurted out, which was unlike him.

They stared at each other. Then they both laughed. Hard.

Tension broken, Hank drawled, “Three threesome virgins—imagine that.”

“So do we let Lainie know we’re greenhorns?” Kyle asked.

“I guess we’ll see.”

“I’m thinking we keep that info to ourselves unless she asks. But we gotta act like we know what we’re doin’.”

“How do you propose we do that, Kyle?”

He shrugged. “Just like this morning. Take charge. If we don’t let her overthink every move, chances are we won’t either. We’ll just go with it.”

“True. But I keep thinkin’ we’ll get to her room and she’ll have changed her mind,” Hank said.

“We’d hafta actually get out of the damn truck to figure out if that’s true or not,” Kyle pointed out.

Hank straightened his hat and grabbed the door handle. “Let’s do this thing.”

Inside the hotel at Lainie’s door, they looked at each other. Hank nodded and Kyle knocked.

Locks disengaged and the door swung open. Lainie stepped back and jammed her hands in the pockets of her jeans. “Um. Hi. Come in.”

Man. She was nervous. That made three of them.

For some odd reason, it calmed Kyle. There were no rules. No right or wrong way to approach this. For all he knew maybe they’d sit around and watch TV tonight.

But then, looking at her lush lips and br**sts, Kyle threw caution to the wind. He vaguely heard the door slam when he cupped Lainie’s face in his hands and kissed her.

He didn’t devour her mouth; he kept the kiss soft and easy, laced with heat and intent. She leaned into him without taking her hands out of her back pockets. Kyle broke his lips free in tiny biting increments. “Mmm. That’s what I’m talking about.” He sidestepped her, curious as to how Hank would react.

Hank didn’t play it cool. He swooped in, picked her up, and gently tossed her on the closest bed.

Lainie’s shriek of surprise was muffled as Hank kissed her thoroughly, leaving her arms trapped behind her.

Kyle knew Hank had taken the right tack. Tipping Lainie off balance from the start, making the situation light and fun. No pressure. No discussion. No time for nerves—from any of them.

“See what we have here, Kyle?”

He leaned over and peered at Lainie. “Yes, I do. But you’ve got way too many clothes on, hot stuff.”

“You get her boots off while I make sure those hands of hers stay right where they are,” Hank said.

Thump. Thump. Boots hit the floor. “Now what?”

“You work on her bottom half and I’ll work on her top half. Up you go, sweetheart.”

Once Lainie was standing again, she spoke. “Guys, I’m not sure—”

Hank briefly pressed his mouth to hers. “We are. Trust us.”

Kyle was impressed by Hank’s take-charge stance; Lainie complied immediately. But that didn’t mean he’d allow Hank to call all the shots. Kyle said, “Drop your hands by your sides.” He worked the button and zipper on her jeans. The instant he caught a glimpse of her pink bikini panties, his c**k went from semihard to fully erect. He dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on the alluring section of skin above the waistband.

A soft gasp escaped from her parted lips.

“Help me yank these off,” Kyle said to her. She seemed strangely shy after her jeans hit the ground and she stood in front of him in her panties. He looked at Hank. “Your turn.”

Six loud pops from the pearl-snap buttons and the floral Western shirt hung open, revealing a pink bra. And all that pearly skin. He peeled the shirt down her toned arms. Hank’s breathing had changed, but Kyle wasn’t about to check out the crotch of Hank’s jeans to see if Hank was sporting wood.

Kyle hooked his fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties. And slowly—very, very slowly—he tugged the lace down her legs, letting the coarse tips of his fingers scrape against her soft skin. “Your turn,” he said hoarsely to Hank.

Hank stood behind Lainie. He unhooked the bra and allowed the shoulder straps to ease down her limbs with the same painstaking precision Kyle used removing her underwear. But Hank mixed it up too, dragging his mouth across the slope of her shoulder as he rid Lainie of her last scrap of clothing.

Kyle knew what he wanted to do next: bury his face in her pu**y.

But Lainie demanded, “Take off your shirts, both of you.”

“Why?”

“Because if I’m gonna be the filling in a Hank-and-Kyle sandwich, I want to feel every inch of those hot, hard chests against my front and my back.”

That was when Kyle knew Lainie was truly in. Her bossy surrender was typical; she never did anything half-assed. He wanted to f**k her like a madman, but he kept his motions unhurried as Hank nibbled and licked down the side of Lainie’s neck.

As soon as he’d doffed his shirt, he fell in front of her. He pressed his mouth into the sweet-smelling mound. At her soft moan, he looked up.




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