Scott grabbed her arm. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

She really shouldn’t like his touch. He tugged her close. The grip he had on her arm wasn’t painful. She tilted her head back, looking at him. “I think it’s best if I do.”

To make matters worse, Beau moved in close, his body heat touching hers.

“Now look at this,” he said. “Doesn’t this feel nice?”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Scott said.

“You’re both talking in riddles and I don’t know what either of you are implying.”

Her body heated at their closeness. They were both sexy, both too powerful to deny them. Damn it, did she even want to?

This wasn’t fair. Glancing around the fairgrounds, she saw no one paid them any attention. They were just a couple of friends having a bit of fun.

Beau ran his fingers down her arms.

She gasped.

He leaned forward. Scott hadn’t let her go either. Beau’s lips danced across her neck.

She didn’t make a move to pull away or ignore the closeness. What was the point? She’d missed them.

This is wrong.

You know it’s wrong.

Tell them to back off.

She opened her mouth, about to give them a piece of her mind, only coming up blank. There were no words to attack them with. Why did she even want them to back off? She liked them, a hell of a lot.

Beau’s lips brushed her ear.

“Her nipples are nice and hard,” Scott said.

If it was even possible, he seemed to get closer.

“I bet they are,” Beau said. “Our woman, she doesn’t want to come between us, but what if we want her to come between us?”

The way he emphasized the word come, it wasn’t about breaking up a friendship, no, he meant an orgasm.

“I think she’s starting to get the gist of what we’re saying.”

She gasped as Scott spun her around. His hands rested beneath her breasts.

“What is going on?” she asked.

“Do you want us both to tell you bluntly what’s going on?” Beau asked. “Or can you guess?”

She tried to step back but Scott’s hold on her tightened. She really shouldn’t like how it felt to be in his arms, but she did. Licking her dry lips, she glanced around the fair once again and Beau got closer.

“No, you don’t get to think about what others think or feel. This is about you and what you feel.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Scott shocked her as his hand cupped her tit, his palm grazing over her nipple. “But your body has a different idea.”

She couldn’t deny it. Already her pussy was soaking wet.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“It’s obvious, Connie. We want you. We’re going to find a compromise that means we don’t have to pick between our friendship or you. We’re going to share you and the way your body is responding, it’s safe to say you feel the exact same way as us,” Beau said.