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  “Your girl must’ve been trying on lingerie,” I quipped, still looking into those chocolate brown eyes.

  “Who said there was a girl involved?” joked Zane, making an obscene back and forth hand motion. We all broke out laughing, even Roman.

  “I don’t even remember what she was trying on,” he eventually smiled, staring back at me. “But now you.”

  I took a deep breath, then relayed my own little story about screwing an ex-boyfriend standing up, while jammed between two parked cars. The guys hung on my every word. Their faces were priceless.

  “In broad daylight?” Erik smirked.

  “It was dark-ish…” I said, holding my hand out sideways. “Hey, what can I say,” I shrugged. “We hadn’t seen each other in a long time.”

  “You could’ve gone inside the car,” Zane pointed out.

  “You ever try screwing in the back of a tiny car?” I asked boldly. When the guys all laughed, I nodded. “Exactly.”

  The turn passed to Roman, so all eyes fell on him. As he looked to the ceiling trying to come up with something good, the voice in the back of my mind started in again.

  Ummm… what the hell are you doing?

  God, who knew the voice of reason could be so annoying! And sing-songy. And annoying. Did I mention annoying?

  Playing Never Have I Ever, I answered glibly. On the floor of my living room. With the three hot moving hunks I’ve been hanging out with all day. That’s what.

  The voice didn’t have an answer. For a moment or two, at least.

  But should you really—

  I shoved the voice back again, tucking it away before it could convince me otherwise. I was enjoying myself. Having a great time with these guys, on the first night in my new apartment. In truth, I craved the company. The alternative was a lonely, eerily quiet night in this big empty place. No television, no music. Nothing but my phone to keep me company, and that was no company at all.

  “Never have I ever… slept with a total stranger,” said Roman, drinking almost immediately afterward. The others drank too, as he held the bottle out to me with a fiendish smile.

  “Hang on a second,” I said, waving the bottle away. “Define ‘total stranger’.”

  He hesitated for a moment, his gorgeous bronze face going abruptly thoughtful. “Someone you knew less than half a day.”

  My lips came together wryly. I reached for the bottle, as the others broke out in laughter.

  “Yeah,” Roman chuckled. “Thought so.”

  I took my time, watching them as I drank. Enjoying the warmth of their camaraderie, the feeling of closeness and friendship between them. It was obvious, the bonds they shared. They were a lot more than just coworkers.

  The strength of their connection made me a little jealous.

  “Alright gorgeous,” Erik winked at me. “Your turn.”

  I’d had something before, but now it seemed a little too tame. We’d gone into more interesting territory. I didn’t want to backtrack.

  “Hmm…” I said, stalling for something good. “Let me think.”

  God, they were all so fucking hot. They’d shown up clean and showered and shaved, except Erik, who’d kept his stubble. They were still in tight jeans, though. Shirts that seemed form-fitted to their strong, muscular bodies. I wondered absently how much of that muscle came from carrying heaving things up and down staircases. The rest had to have come from the gym.

  “Never have I ever… gotten head while driving,” I blurted daringly. The guys stared back at me, pleasantly shocked. I felt my pulse kick up a few notches as I added: “Or given it.”

  “Now there’s a fucking turn!” laughed Roman, pointing my way. He reached out for the bottle, but I drank deeply first, before handing it back to him.

  “Wow,” Erik whistled. “Really?”

  “Uh huh,” I said coyly. “Surprised?”

  His expression could best be described as shocked admiration. “Guess not.”

  I looked back at them in our little circle, feeling flush with heat. Not just from the wine, but from the observation that every one of us had inched significantly closer since the game had started.

  “You’re all drinking,” I noticed, watching their bottles go up with a chuckle. “So do all guys get head while driving?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Zane immediately.

  Erik nodded his agreement. “Common sexual bucket-lister.”

  I laughed again, my eyes lingering on his broad, beautiful shoulders. He leaned back on both arms, causing his massive triceps to flex outward against that smooth, perfect skin.

  “Alright, this round’s Truth or Dare again,” Roman announced from my left. He looked directly at me. “So… Truth or Dare?”

  “Truth.”

  All three of them went silent for a long moment. It was the first ‘truth’ turn I’d taken since the game began. But I was ready for anything.

  Almost anything.

  “Are you really from Georgia?” he finally asked.

  The smile left my face all at once. I couldn’t help it.

  “Forget it,” I said quickly. “I’ll take the Dare then.”

  “No no,” Zane said, wagging his finger. “You already said tru—”

  “Hey, let the girl do a dare if she wants to,” Erik cut in. He shot me a quick look. “It might be a lot more interesting.”

  Relief flooded through me as I returned his grin with a grateful smile. He nodded back.

  “Alright then,” Roman said matter-of-factly. He looked me up and down, those penetrating brown eyes straying strategically and unapologetically over my body. I knew something bigger was coming. The warmth spreading in my belly told me well in advance.

  “I dare you to kiss me.”

  Four

  SAVANNAH

  Butterflies. Schoolgirl butterflies. They fluttered against my insides, sending electric shivers from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.

  Even so, I didn’t hesitate.

  In for a penny…

  I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Roman’s full, beautiful mouth. He was kissing me back in an instant. Cradling the side of my face in one strong, gentle hand, while his mouth churned and his jaw rotated against mine.

  In for a…

  I gasped as his hand sifted its way into my hair. His tongue slipped past my lips, probing against mine, and my whole body came alive with fireworks.

  Holy shit.

  It felt absolutely incredible! Like a billion nerve endings exploding all at once, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my brain. My eyes closed, as my hands wandered his thick, corded arms. I could feel the muscles there, coiled just beneath his warm, mocha-colored skin.

  This… This is probably…

  I didn’t know what it was. I only knew I wanted more of it. That I wanted to keep on kissing him, over and over again. I wanted him to keep holding me, to pull me tightly against his chest with those big, beautiful arms…

  “A—Ahem!”

  The sound of someone clearing their throat jolted us back to reality. I settled backward, returning to my pillow. My mouth remained half open, my lips still swollen and wet from having practically just made out with this gorgeous, dark-haired stranger.

  Practically?

  “Wow,” I heard Erik say. “Holy… just wow.”

  “My turn,” said Zane immediately. I was still reeling, though. Still flushed with embarrassment and excitement and—

  “I dare you to kiss me, also.”

  My heart was pounding. The butterflies in my stomach had been replaced by a roller-coaster, as I snorted theatrically. “Yeah, right.”

  One look in his sky-blue eyes told me he wasn’t kidding. The others dropped back a bit, leaving the two of us just staring at each other. Zane leaned forward on two long arms. As our faces drew nearer, I realized I was already falling forward myself.

  What in the world—

  Our lips met, and I was kissing him too. Not just kissing but exploring him, running my
hands over his shoulders as he took me into his arms.

  This isn’t just kissing.

  It was and it wasn’t. We were certainly kissing — there was no mistake about that. But our hands began roaming like they had minds of their own. I could feel a warm palm sliding down my back. It pierced the waistband of my jeans, stopping only to cup one globe of my smooth, bare ass.

  “It’s a G-string,” I murmured into Zane’s beautiful mouth, as I felt him feeling around. “Don’t get excited or anything.”

  I couldn’t believe how bold he was… until I took stock of my own situation. I had one arm draped over his shoulder, twirling at the long blond hair at the back of his head. The other was busy tracing itself over his lithe, wonderful chest. Feeling the hard edges of his two big pectorals, before turning palm-side down as I slid even lower, to test every ridge and ripple of his hard, six-pack abdominals beneath my fingertips.

  Whoa…

  By this time I’d practically climbed into his lap. We were kissing like we were the only two people in the room, which of course we weren’t. That part should’ve made me feel nervous, or uncomfortable, or weird.

  To my surprise however, it was having the opposite effect.

  You love this.

  I really did. Even more than that though, I needed it. The contact. The closeness. The sensation of someone else’s hands settling over my hips. The all-too long ago warmth and feel of actual human touch.

  Another set of hands slid over me, guiding me to one side. I turned my head and suddenly I was kissing Erik, deeply, passionately. Rubbing one delicate hand against the sandpaper surface of his roughly stubbled face, as my tongue slid eagerly into his mouth, seeking to find his own.

  This is crazy. This is nuts.

  Erik’s mouth tasted sweet, like strawberries and beer. I drank him in. I grabbed his head as Zane bounced me gently into his lap, grinding upward from beneath until I could feel a distinct bulge forming in the crotch of his jeans.

  “Truth or Dare…” a voice whispered hotly into my ear.

  “Dare,” I shivered.

  I was still making out with Erik when a pair of lips began planting kisses along the line of my exposed throat. Vaguely I recognized Roman, nuzzling into me. Dragging his hot mouth tantalizingly across my bare skin.

  “I dare you to take us in there,” he murmured, nodding over my shoulder, “and break in your new bed with us.”

  Two hands had found their way up my shirt. They cupped my breasts, kneading them gently. Making my nipples instantly hard.

  “I… I…”

  I didn’t have the words. Couldn’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t take them up on their offer. Moreover, I didn’t have the resolve.

  Not that I wanted it, mind you.

  My eyes flared open hungrily, betraying my lust. I was way too far gone. My palms slipped beneath my own shirt and captured Roman’s, as I slid my hands over his.

  “Never have I ever been with more than one person at a time…” I murmured, looking right into his eyes.

  A second later I found myself being lifted against a hard chest. Held easily by two strong, granite-like arms.

  “We can fix that,” he said, as he carried me out of the room.

  Five

  SAVANNAH

  I was all in. Ready for anything as I was carried into my shadowy bedroom, and spread out across the fresh-from-the-package new sheets. They were taking turns kissing me. Taking turns undressing me. My whole world was a flurry of lips and hands and fingertips, dragging themselves over my body.

  And I was loving every second of it.

  It’s not like you haven’t actually thought about this.

  I had, of course. For as long as I could remember, I’d had fantasies of being with more than one guy. Deep, dark fantasies of being shared and traded and passed around. Of splitting my attention between two or more men, and being pampered and worshiped by them as well.

  And yet, I’d never come close. I’d never encountered guys who felt comfortable doing such things around each other, and it seemed I was the master of picking the most jealous boyfriends on the planet.

  But now here I was, lying in my own bed. Kissing the most beautiful blond creature I’d ever laid eyes on, while the gorgeous brown-eyed Italian on the other side of me closed his mouth over one warm, welcoming breast.

  And then there was Erik, between my legs. He’d pulled off my jeans, and now he was nuzzling his way up the insides of my bare, quivering thighs.

  Ohhhhh…

  Every kiss was electric. Every touch of his lips made me jump and shiver. I felt his fingertips play softly over my mound, rubbing up and down a few times before pulling my G-string gently aside.

  Oh my God.

  Then he buried his face in my already-drenched pussy, and the rest of the world came screeching to a halt.

  Holy FUCK.

  Slowly, sensually, he dragged his tongue along the most sensitive areas on the outside of my glistening slit. I shivered and bucked, holding Roman’s head tightly against my chest. Kissing Zane wildly, as if somehow the three of them were in tune with one another.

  “MMMMmmmm…”

  I moaned into Zane’s beautiful mouth as a finger slid inside me. One finger became two, gliding in and out, pumping me slow and deep.

  I sucked in my next breath as a shuddering gasp. Trying to determine if I might be dreaming, or if this whole thing were actually real.

  They’re just. Too. Perfect.

  Erik’s hand was working true magic between my legs. His thumb fluttered over my clit, as his mouth continued kissing and licking and sucking gently on my most sensitive areas. Somehow my fingers wound their way into his hair. I rolled my knuckles tight and bucked upward, showing him his affections were more than appreciated.

  Are you seriously doing this?

  In my mind it was already done. There was no reason in the world I shouldn’t screw the living daylights out of the three hot moving guys I’d been flirting with for most of the day. There was absolutely no downside to just letting myself go, and marking the first night in my new apartment as an experience I’d always remember.

  But you don’t even know them!

  That part was naughty… maybe even a bit dirty, too. But it was also the part that was most appealing to me. Not knowing them made it somehow okay, and giving myself over became that much easier. Besides, after tonight there was a good chance I wouldn’t see any of them again. Strangely, it took the pressure off.

  Besides, in my own weird way I trusted them. They’d been funny and fun. Incredibly sweet instead of crude, and totally laid back instead of pushy. The three of them had been just as ready to kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye as they had been to carry me into the bedroom. To me, that actually meant something.

  And right now, it was all so natural. The way they moved, almost as one. The camaraderie and chemistry between us. Each of them had fallen instantly into an individual role, while pleasuring me at the same time. Almost like they’d done this before…

  Had they?

  Right now I didn’t care. Erik’s churning, swirling mouth had me at the very edge of nirvana, a feeling made even more intense by his long, talented fingers. Up top, the other two men had traded places. Roman was making out with me so slowly and sensually it was like he was the god of kissing. And Zane had his face buried between my breasts, giving them both ample attention. Tracing circles along my stiffening areola with the tip of his hot, pink tongue.

  I felt the bed shift, and my thighs spread even wider. Erik was kneeling between my legs now, as the others stopped what they were doing to watch. He pushed the head of a fantastic-looking cock against my eager entrance, before pausing to look down at me.

  “You okay with this?” he murmured softly.

  I bit my lip and nodded, trying to be coy. Trying not to look as horny and desperate and ready as I actually was.

  Erik lowered his hard body against mine, his incredible tattooed arms going to either side
of my head. I sighed softly, as his lips hovered just above my own.

  “Because unless you say otherwise,” he growled throatily, “I’m going to fuck you.”

  I grunted back at him and bucked my hips in response.

  “You’d better.”

  Six

  ERIK

  I shifted forward slowly, pushing my way past her warm, honey-coated entrance. Feeling her body stretch to accommodate me, as the heat and wetness between her legs welcomed me inside her for the very first time.

  Oh…

  It felt warm. Welcoming. So much friction, so much heat…

  Oh FUCK yes.

  Inch by inch I guided myself in, watching her gorgeous green eyes flare wide. Her body was amazing. Her face, so breathtakingly beautiful that I wanted to remember it forever by burning it into my brain.

  But being inside her…

  God… being inside her was like losing myself in heaven. Slipping into something new and exciting, yet comfortable and familiar at the same time.

  I pushed her legs back, spreading her further open. Eliciting a gasp of pleasure that I quickly swallowed, as I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately, until her eyes fluttered closed and we were both seeing stars.

  This is ridiculous.

  It was, and much more than that too. Because as hot as it was entering the beautiful redheaded goddess spread out before me, it was even hotter to be sharing her in front of the others.

  “Fuuuuuck…”

  The word slid from my throat as I bottomed out, pressing my balls tightly against her magnificent ass as I shoved myself all the way in. Our bellies touched. Her hard nipples scraped against my chest, as I rocked forward and then back in one long, slow, beautiful stroke.

  And just like that, we were lovers. The knockout redhead we’d been assigned to move into a third-floor studio was now pinned gloriously beneath me, her impossibly tight pussy wrapped snugly around my cock.