“Believe it, babe,” Travis said.
“I feel like … everything is exactly the way it should be.”
“It is,” Cam replied. “And if there’s anything you want to change, you just let us know.”
Travis held open the door, and Lia stepped inside. Her earlier thoughts and plans resurfaced as soon as the bed came into view.
She was done waiting.
Turning, she pressed a hand to each of their chests as they entered the bedroom. They both followed her as she circled them and pushed them backward to the bed. When the mattress hit the backs of their legs, she shoved, and they both sat.
“There is one thing.”
She reached for the hem of her shirt, tugged it up over her head, and tossed it on the floor at their feet.
“Whatever the one thing is, consider me on board,” Travis replied, hunger edging his tone. Lia met his eyes to see the same hunger reflected there.
“Good.” She shifted her gaze to Cam as she reached for the button of her jeans. “You feel the same way?”
“Anything that keeps you stripping works for me.”
A rush of feminine power filled Lia.
She flicked the button open and slid the zipper down before shimmying her hips and kicking off her jeans.
She’d taken to going commando on a regular basis, and both men groaned when she rid herself of that last piece of clothing.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Cam ordered.
“Only if you promise to give me what I want.”
Brows furrowed, Travis asked, “What?”
“I think you know.”
Lia thought of the ways they’d taken her, and the one way they hadn’t.
She strutted forward, confident in her movements, and sat on the bed between them. Her words were just as bold as her movements. “I want you in my ass.”
Her words hung in the air as she pushed herself back on the bed. Cam and Travis turned in unison to stare at her.
Cam crawled up onto his knees beside her, his hand skimming from her ankle to her breast. His rough palm cupped her as he lowered his lips to her ear.
“You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart? Me in your ass and Trav in your pussy? Filling you fuller than you’ve ever been? Are you ready for how hard we’re going to make you come?”
She was sure he could feel her whole body tremble and vibrate along his lips.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl,” he said before closing his teeth over her earlobe. The move ignited more shivers. Another hand landed on her thigh and parted her legs.
Pulling her eyes from Cam, she saw Travis lowering his face to her pussy. He spread her open with two fingers before his lips and tongue made contact.
Good Lord, she loved their foreplay.
Lia knew she’d be begging within minutes. Begging for what only the two of them could give her. Cam slid his lips down to her right nipple and added to the sensations already gathering low and tight in her belly.
“More. Please. More.” She didn’t care that she was begging.
Travis lifted his head. “She’s ready, man. So fucking ready.”
Cam nodded and reached for the nightstand drawer.
He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed a condom to Travis. He tore another open with his teeth and rolled it on.
Travis lay on the bed, flat on his back beside her. He pressed a kiss to her lips—a kiss where she tasted herself on his tongue—and told her, “On your knees, baby. I want my cock inside that sweet pussy before Cam takes your ass.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow orders. Lia had waited what seemed like forever for this final step. She sat up, threw her leg over his waist, and gripped his cock. Positioning him at her entrance, she sank down, moaning as he filled every inch.
He was so big that Lia wondered for the hundredth time how her body would accommodate them both, but she had to believe it was possible.
“This ass is so fucking perfect. I’ve been dying to get inside you.” Cam’s fingers trailed along her spine until one rested over the pucker of her ass. A cool drizzle of what she assumed was the lube followed, and Cam began to play.
The added sensation from Cam made her want to buck against Travis and ride him until they both came, but a light slap landed on her ass.
“Stay still, sweetheart. We’re going to take this slow.”
The pressure on her ass increased until Cam pushed one finger inside her. Then another. He pumped them in and out and she reveled in the slight burn and edge of pleasure-pain that accompanied it. More lube and slow, steady movements had her hips rocking. Travis lifted a hand to skim along her hip and press a thumb down over her clit.
“Oh God. I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” she breathed.
“That’s kind of the point,” he replied.
Finally, the pressure on her ass faded away, until she felt the blunt head of Cam’s cock press against it.
“Breathe, baby. Don’t forget to breathe,” Travis ordered.
Lia breathed, and the hand on her lower back pressed her down toward Travis’s chest.
Pressure. A twinge of pain. And then…