Sometimes, waking up is the biggest surprise of all. What could be hotter than a threesome for your birthday? Kristin finds herself in Vegas with her boyfriend and one gorgeous stranger, proving that “three’s a crowd” simply means one hell of a good time. And she’s ready to have her two hunky men in every way possible. Of course when you play in Vegas, you play with the unexpected. Always be ready for one killer of a night...
“Okay, rules are number one—I am always one-half of this trio. And number two, I am always one-half of this trio, got it?”
Both men smiled and Gabe saluted before capturing her lips, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Meeting him with equal vigor, she wrapped her arms round his neck, their tongues doing a naughty tango. Groaning, she allowed him to drag her back onto the bed, hugging his pelvis between her thighs. His erection pressed against her slit, and she ground into it, until hot chills raced through her body.
Her inner sex fiend played out scenarios with the two men in her mind that’d put any porno to shame. Back, front, top, bottom—naked Twister without the game board. She’d never had two men in her at the same time, and damn it, she’d live out every dirty little fantasy she could come up with.
Placing her palms on Gabe’s chest, she shoved him away, ready to sample new cuisine. He grunted, bouncing on the mattress next to her as she stretched a hand toward her Johnny Depp look-alike. From the corner of her eye, she saw her man smile, his blue eyes hungry for a show.
Eric climbed atop her, his moist lips on hers, denying her his tongue.
A tease, intriguing. What other dirty secrets does he have?
She writhed beneath him, grinding her pelvis into his. His cock brushed her bare inner thigh where her skirt had ridden up, precum leaving a titillating, wet trail.
“What are you two watching?” Eric asked against her lips.
Her swimming thoughts grappled for land. “Huh?”
A low, tortured moan filled her ears and she looked toward the sound. They’d left the TV on when going to the club, and a black and white horror movie played.
“It’s a marathon of old, scary movies, mostly about the undead,” Gabe answered for her, his fingertips brushing her bare skin under her bunched up shirt.
Eric smiled down, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Interesting choice.”
He shifted, his hard-on pressing against her panties.
She met his smile with one of her own. “My favorite thing to watch. Everyone loves a zombie, right?”