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  She looked up at Marc, still standing at the edge of the table, looking uncharacteristically awkward. And still majorly hot. What was her problem? Hadn’t she been going on all night about her lack of an edgy and spontaneous sex life? Shannon glanced at Tyler and he just lifted a brow as if to say it was up to her. She smiled up at Marc and hoped he didn’t see her lips tremble. “Sit down and let’s talk.”

  She thought he would sit down beside Tyler, there was plenty of room on that side of the booth. Instead, Marc slid in beside her, across from Tyler. She was hemmed in now, surrounded. Trapped.

  Marc leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Happy birthday.”

  Tyler motioned for the waiter to clear their plates, and ordered more champagne and a glass for Marc. Shannon was nervous, yet undeniably excited. She squirmed a little, she couldn’t help it, and wished she could unobtrusively pull her skirt down. Tyler must have noticed because he lightly stroked her bare shoulder then ran his hand down her arm and brought her hand back up onto the table.

  She narrowed her eyes for a second, but then smiled when she turned to Marc. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this birthday but I’m enjoying the celebration.”

  “Don’t worry about the year,” Marc said smoothly. He slid a little closer to her and she felt the dip in the cushion from his weight. “Let’s just use it as an excuse to celebrate.”

  Shannon smiled and shrugged. “Why not? It’s not good for anything else. We’ll celebrate with good food. Good drink.”

  “Good friends,” Tyler added. His hard thigh was pressed up against her now. His hand was still on hers, stroking, teasing, sending new chills across her skin. He didn’t seem to mind his old friend watching as he put his hands on her.

  “So what brings you back to town?” she asked, as if engaging in small talk would let her pretend this was an ordinary meeting of old college friends.

  “Family decided it was time for a reunion. I wasn’t going to come, but then thought, what the hell, I could see you two and some of the rest of the gang too.” He turned to Shannon and smiled slowly. “So here I am. Perfect timing, I’d say.” He lifted his champagne flute. “Cheers.”

  She’d probably already had more champagne than she should, but Shannon took another long sip.

  “So you’re still single,” Tyler said.

  Marc chuckled. “You know I love women too much to settle down with just one.”

  Which was why Shannon finally gave up her obsession with Marc. Stopped hanging out in the student union, waiting for him to show up. Stopped dreaming about him every night in her lonely bed. And then when he introduced her to a guy he’d met in psychology class, she found someone with whom she could do more than dream.

  “Not that I don’t think you made the right choice with Shannon,” Marc was quick to add.

  “Yeah, you better say that,” she replied lightly, trying to settle into this new dynamic. Was she really going to let Marc touch her the way she’d always dreamed about? Wouldn’t that be a betrayal to Tyler and their marriage? But this was Ty’s idea. Or rather, his gift to her because it had been her idea.

  She took another sip of champagne and listened to them talk about other friends. Who was doing what. Where they’d ended up. Who was married. Who wasn’t. She tried to pay attention to their conversation, but her mind kept wandering to what the evening might hold. She kept watching the men on either side of her. Tyler’s hand now roamed up her arm, the long strokes almost seemed to be meant to gentle her, to calm her. Could he tell she was reacting to Marc?

  But it wasn’t just Marc she was reacting to, of course. She’d been aroused by Tyler all evening, still was, always would be. But she was sandwiched between two incredible men, one light, one dark. One familiar, one a memory. Their musky scents mingled in the air surrounding her. The flickering candlelight shifted the shadows around them, making her feel even more unsettled. Her body began to tremble and she set the flute down on the table. No more champagne for her.

  “I’m afraid we’ve been ignoring this beautiful woman between us,” Marc said suddenly. His dark gaze ran over her and her nipples prickled again beneath the thin blouse. “I’m sorry, Shannon, this is your night.” He leaned toward her, placed his large, hot hand over hers. “I’ve been monopolizing Ty’s attention.”

  “Th-that’s all right,” she murmured. She glanced over at Tyler, guilt from her reaction heating her face. But how exactly was she supposed to react to a man who was going to be the other part of their threesome?

  “No, it’s inexcusable.” Marc scooted closer to her, his thigh almost touching hers. “With such a delightful woman between us, how could we think about anything else?” He didn’t lift his hand from hers, instead he turned her hand over and began to stroke her palm and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist as Tyler had been doing. As Ty continued to do on her other hand.

  Her skin was so sensitive, each stroke sent shivers rippling through her body and collecting between her legs. Her beaded nipples felt as if they were poking holes through her blouse. She couldn’t move as the two hot male bodies pressed in on either side of her, their hands smoothly moving from her wrists to bare shoulders and back down again.

  Tyler leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We’re going to make this so good for you.”

  She was so hot. The heat from two large male bodies seeped into her. While her mind was still reeling with the ramifications of their hands on her, her body had no qualms enjoying every single stroke.

  Marc leaned forward to look into her eyes as he brushed her long brown hair away from her face. “It’s great to see you again, Shannon. Did you know I used to want to touch you like this? Do you know many times I almost did?”

  “No. Why didn’t you?” She would have let him.

  “Because you were my friend. There were lots of hot women I wanted to touch, but I didn’t have to worry about losing their friendship.” He brushed his fingers lightly over her cheekbone. “But tonight, for a little while, I can live out one of my fantasies too.”

  She shot another quick glance at Tyler. He didn’t seem to be upset to hear that Marc had been attracted to her. She recognized the unmistakable arousal in his eyes, though. Did the sight of Marc touching her turn him on? “What about you, Ty? What do you get out of this tonight?”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “Are you kidding? I get to give my wife a gift I know she will enjoy. How often can a husband say that?”

  Joyful laughter bubbled up, lightening her spirits. She kissed him back. “Okay, I’m in.”

  Tyler and Marc looked at each other and it seemed as if they spoke silently across the table. “Great,” Ty said, his voice a little lower, a little slower. “Do you agree to give yourself over to us then? To let us give you pleasure for your birthday?”

  Chills of arousal rained over her. “Yes.”

  Marc nodded. “Starting right now, okay?”

  They were still in a public place, a busy restaurant. Even though their booth was shadowed, tucked into the far corner, there were still people sitting around them, waiters keeping an eye on their needs. How far could they really go?

  “Okay.”

  She smiled at Marc and he bent his head and pressed his lips to her throat. Shannon dropped her head back against the high, padded leather. Her breath caught, her body trembled. A hard hand squeezed her thigh, high up near her pussy. Tyler. With his other hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers, holding her hand onto the table. Then he began exploring her beneath the tablecloth. His fingers reached her pussy and her eyes widened. What was he doing?

  Marc also held down her other hand beneath his, effectively pinning her to the table. He played with her hair with his other hand, tucking the strands behind her ear, then toyed with her ear, with her silver earring, with the top button on her high collar. Her heart raced, her body trembled. Did anyone else notice what he was doing? Did anyone care?
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  She took a slow, deep breath and gave herself over to the men on either side of her.

  Ty and Marc began to talk softly together, almost as if she wasn’t there. But of course they knew she was there, knew she heard every naughty thing they were saying. In fact, Shannon knew every wicked word they said was for her benefit and she loved it.

  “She’s very responsive, isn’t she?” Marc said softly. He traced the curve of her bare shoulder and she shivered.

  “Yeah, she can’t hide her reactions,” Tyler replied. “I love to watch the way she moves when I touch her.”

  Marc nodded and skimmed his hand down her arm. “I like the way her body shivers.”

  Tyler laughed lightly. He ran a finger along her wet center, teasing her slick labia. “Wait till you touch her nipples,” he said as if this was a normal conversation. “She’s so fucking sensitive there.”

  Marc evidently took that as an invitation because he immediately ran his finger over the curve of her breast and scraped his fingernail over the tip of her nipple. The thin fabric of her blouse might as well have not even been there.

  Shannon caught her breath and tried not to cry out, arching her back instinctively.

  “Oh man, does she always make those little noises?” Marc asked. “Halfway between a whimper and a gasp?”

  Tyler nodded. “Oh yeah. She’s always very vocal about her enjoyment.” He laughed lightly. “I wonder if she can stay quiet in here tonight.”

  Marc chuckled darkly, scraped her nipple again, a little harder. At the same time, Tyler plunged his finger deep into her core. Shannon gasped, trying her best to be quiet. Did they consider it some kind of challenge to see if they could make her cry out loud?

  “She’s so wet.” Tyler plunged a second finger into her slick center. She shifted, trying to give him better access, but he withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty. He leaned over and nipped her ear. “Don’t move around so much, sweetheart. And try to keep those cute little moans a bit softer unless you really want to draw attention to yourself. And you don’t want to do that, remember?”

  She hadn’t realized she’d been making any noise at all, hadn’t realized her lips were parted, her mouth dry from panting. She closed her mouth and swallowed, keeping her eyes on her husband the entire time. She nodded. He winked at her and brought her hand over to the edge of the table.

  “Grasp onto the edge of the table and don’t let go,” he told her softly. He nodded to Marc and he did the same with her other hand. “Don’t move your hands now, Shannon. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, nervous and excited at the same time.

  Marc slid one hand behind her back, his large hand hot on her bare skin. He slipped his other hand under the tablecloth and cupped her pussy. She jumped slightly, couldn’t believe she was sitting there, letting him touch her so intimately. But it felt so incredible, so forbidden, yet unbelievably erotic.

  Marc pressed the base of his hand on her clit and it immediately began to throb in time with the ragged beat of her heart. Her eyes drifted shut. His long fingers stretched along her pussy, the tips tucking beneath her, pressing against her anus. He effectively held her body between his strong hands.

  “I could spend hours where my hands are right now,” Marc said on a low groan.

  Tyler laughed darkly. “Oh yeah. I’ve spent hours between those legs. She’s incredible.”

  Shannon gave herself over to the sensations. Marc slid the hand on her back even lower, over the bunched up fabric of her skirt. He spread his hand across her ass, his long middle finger resting in the cleft between her cheeks. His other hand still cupped her pussy and his fingers began moving, stoking the fires burning there until her flesh was swollen and throbbing.

  What would happen if she climaxed here in the restaurant? Tyler was right when he said she couldn’t keep quiet. She couldn’t keep still, either. How could she not draw attention to them if she screamed and rocked when she came?

  Shannon knew she could call a halt to this play at anytime. Tyler would respect her wishes. Marc would too. But she was so stimulated, she couldn’t tell them to stop. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want either one of them to stop. What had happened to her modesty? Her fear of exposure? Shouldn’t she be outraged instead of aroused in the corner of the elegant restaurant?

  It was crazy. Hadn’t she said she wanted crazy tonight?

  Her heart pounded against her ribs. Her eyes flew open. Here in the shadowy corner, what did they look like to other diners? The couple at the table closest to them had left and no one else seemed to be paying attention to them. Did the three of them look to be in the middle of a serious conversation to anyone who glanced their way? If one or the other of them occasionally kissed her, or brushed a hand against her skin, it probably wasn’t all that noticeable.

  Marc’s hand was still underneath the table cloth, teasing her puffy lips. Tyler slid one of his hands under the tablecloth as well. He dove below Marc’s hand, plunging his fingers again into her heated core. Two hands, two men, worked at her as she tried to sit still, tried not to react to the stimulation that was driving her quickly to the edge, tried not to draw attention to what they were doing there in the corner booth. She bit her bottom lip when Marc scraped her clit with a fingernail.

  Tyler’s long fingers easily found her G-spot, rubbing long and deep against that sensitive bundle of nerves. She tried not to move, tried not to arch her back or cry out. Between the two of them, she spiraled closer and closer to climax. She had no idea how she was going to hide her reaction when she came, but at this point she didn’t care.

  All she wanted was to come.

  “She’s amazing,” Marc murmured. “So wet and hot.”

  “Yeah, I love to watch her when she’s like this,” Tyler said. “Her face is so expressive.”

  “She’s driving me crazy with those wide lips,” Marc said. “And she’s making those little noises in the back of her throat again.”

  “She knows she has to be quiet,” Tyler said, and his voice held a dark, cautionary tone. She clamped her lips together. Then he tweaked her nipple, hard, with his free hand. “She knows she has to stay still.”

  Neither one of them looked her in the face. To anyone watching them, they appeared to be deep in conversation, ignoring her completely. Except Shannon knew what they were doing with their hands. And with their words.

  “I bet her body goes wild when she comes,” Marc commented.

  “You have no idea.”

  Marc circled the tip of his finger around and around her clit, teasing but not quite touching it. “Does she usually come more than once?”

  “Oh yeah, when she gets really worked up I can get her off two or three times.” Ty rubbed harder against her G-spot. “And she’s so ready right now I bet we could get her to come over and over again.”

  Shannon whimpered. She tried to focus her attention on an ornate light sconce hanging on the wall across the dining room. She couldn’t move, she wasn’t supposed to make any noise, and these two men were stimulating her within an inch of an orgasm. She didn’t know how else to try to take her mind off the things they were doing to her body. They continued to play with her body, coaxing her higher and higher. She was panting now, still gripping the edge of the table. She was close. So close.

  Then Tyler leaned over, blocking her from the view of the other diners, and caught her mouth with his. Marc scraped her clit one more time and she exploded, her cries of completion lost in the kiss. She struggled to keep her body from shaking too much and eventually the spasms lessened and she settled back against the cushion.

  “That was beautiful, hon,” Marc whispered in her ear as he slowly drew his hands from her.

  “It’s time to go, sweetheart,” Tyler said softly, wiping his fingers on his napkin. He signaled to the waiter for the check. “Marc will follow us to the Playhouse.”

  Chapter Two

  “What?” She couldn’t think. Couldn’t make sense of his words.
She was still floating on that orgasmic high.

  “We’re going to the Playhouse, remember?”

  “Oh, the sex fantasy place, that’s right.” And there they’d have their ménage. “Um…”

  Reality hit Shannon hard. She wanted it, she really did, but was it splitting hairs to say that as hot as Marc was, as much as she loved him touching her, she didn’t want anyone but her husband fucking her?

  She didn’t have to say anything more. Her husband knew her better than anyone. Tyler kissed her quick and hard. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your pussy is mine, only mine.”

  Marc took one of her hands and kissed the tips of her fingers. “I’ll only be there to bring you pleasure. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. No penetration, I promise.”

  That made all the difference to her. Her husband was the only one she wanted making love to her, but with Marc there to give her attention as well…she couldn’t turn down an opportunity like that.

  The waiter brought the bill and Tyler took care of it swiftly. Shannon smiled slowly at the attention they got as they walked through the dining room, both gorgeous men holding her hands. Eat your heart out.

  “My car’s over there,” Marc said when they walked out into the cool evening air. “I’ll follow you.” He leaned over and kissed Shannon’s cheek then squeezed her hand before he turned and walked away from them.

  “He thinks you’re going to change your mind,” Tyler said as they watched him head toward a small black sports car.

  The cool breeze felt wonderful on her heated skin. “Why?” For the first time tonight, she got to admire Marc’s firm ass. She grinned to herself as she realized she was going to get her hands on that ass tonight. “Why would I change my mind?” She rubbed up against her husband. “You’ve got me so horny I can hardly think straight. That had to be part of your plan.”

  “Well, yeah, but I don’t want you to look back on tonight and think that we coerced you into anything.”