“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.
She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers. The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention. She melted into his arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.
Hayes slid one hand in her long hair and pulled her mouth tight to his. There was nothing that drove her wilder than being taken and kissed the way he was kissing her now-his mouth hot, hungry and urgent on hers, as if he couldn't get enough. She got off on a strong man who knew how to ride that fine line between being dominant and simply being a jerk. It was a matter of respect. Letting a guy have his way with her was fun, as long as he knew it was all about her.
She instinctively felt Hayes got that. His kisses were passionate and demanding, yet questioning at the same time. If she pulled away, she was sure he’d back off.
Not that she wanted him to, of course. This was going to be a night to remember, and she wanted him to know she was up for anything he and Reed might have in mind.
So she let her fingers tangle in his short hair and pulled him even closer, nipping his lower lip just a bit to let him know she was well aware of what he was offering. He growled and let his free hand wander down her shirt, undoing buttons as he went. The moment he had her blouse unbuttoned, Reed took over, cupping her bra-covered breasts from behind. Talk about being in perfect synch.
Cilla moaned against Hayes’s mouth. God, these two were good together. What they were doing was like a well-choreographed dance. Just how many times they had done this with a woman?
She ignored the spurt of jealousy she felt and gave a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was responsible for their present mastery at the art of the menage. Stuff like this only happened once in a lifetime, and she wasn’t about to waste the experience wondering who’d been there before her.
Eager to take a more active role in this threesome sandwich., she slid one hand down to cup Hayes’s muscular ass and give it a squeeze. Not wanting to leave Reed out, she reached back with her other hand to massage his trouser-covered cock. Or tried to. It turned out to be a little difficult since he was pressed so tightly against her derriere. He got the message, though, and eased up enough to let her hand slip between them. His large cock was practically throbbing through the thick fabric of his pants.
Hayes slipped his tongue from her mouth to trail kisses along her neck. She immediately missed the sweet taste of his tongue, but she had to admit his lips felt pretty damn good making their way down her throat.
Not to be outdone, Reed nibbled on the other side of her neck, tugging her unbuttoned shirt aside with his hand so he could press his lips to the curve of her shoulder.
She was so lost in what he was doing she barely even realized when Hayes reached around and unhooked her bra. But Reed sure noticed. He yanked off her blouse, then her bra, sending them flying across the room. Hayes stepped back to take a long, sexy look at her bare breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
Her nipples hardened under the heat in his gaze, and it was all she could do not to reach up and give them a squeeze. She might have if Reed hadn’t reached around and cupped both breasts. Hayes seemed so hypnotized by the view that Cilla couldn't help looking down at them, too. The sight of Reed's big, lightly tanned hands against her creamy skin was beyond mesmerizing. It was sexy as hell.
Reed lifted her breasts, as if offering them to his partner. With a groan, Hayes dropped to his knees in front of her. He fastened his lips around her right nipple at the same time he teased the left one with his thumb and forefinger. Cilla inhaled sharply as he drew her whole nipple into his mouth and then some, suckling with strong, firm pressure. Damn that felt good.
Hayes didn't just give a little nibble and move on, either. This particular law enforcement officer was obviously a true breast man. He completely made love to her mounds, squeezing, suckling and nipping like he was never going to stop. That was fine with her. The purring between her legs only got stronger the longer he played with her breasts.
Reed dropped his hands from under her breast and skimmed down her stomach until he reached the top of her jeans. Unbuckling her belt, he slid down the zipper, worked her tight denims over her hips. That took a little work with Hayes flat out refusing to stop loving on her breasts, but Reed was persistent. He got them over her hips and part way down her thighs before reaching up to grab his partner's hair, pulling him away from Cilla's nipple. Her stiff peak came out of his mouth with an audible pop that made her gasp.
“Hey!” Hayes glared up at his partner. “I’m busy here.”
“Mind stopping long enough for me to take off Cilla’s jeans?” Reed asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Cilla had to actually bite her lip to keep from laughing at the deprived expression on Hayes's face. “Well, since it's for a good cause, I suppose I can. But just for a second.”
Hayes helped Reed get her jeans off the rest of the way, then both men watched in approval as she wiggled out of her barely there panties.
Hayes made a sound of appreciation. “Like I said before-beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She chewed on her lower lip as she regarded him. “Although you two are a bit overdressed in comparison, don’t you think?”
Reed spun her around to look her up and down, his dark eyes hot and molten. Without a word, he bent his head and kissed her. She was surprised at how tender his mouth was as it explored hers. For some reason, she thought he’d be even more demanding than Hayes. But while his kiss was completely different than the other cop’s, it was still scrumptious, and she was disappointed when it ended.
He gazed down at her. “Cilla, babe, compared to you, we'd be overdressed if we were standing here in just our socks.”
She giggled at that image. “Exactly. So are you two going to do anything about that?”
“No,” was his one-word answer.
She blinked up at him in confusion. Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious about her nakedness. “Don't you two want to…”
Reed’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “Hell yeah, we want to. But there’s a lot more fun to be had with that beautiful body of yours before Hayes and I get naked.”
Cilla got goose bumps at that. And the way Reed was visually caressing her? It was making gooey things happen between her thighs. Knowing Hayes was almost certainly giving her backside the same treatment was getting her too keyed up to think straight. She was more than ready to take things to the next level, but apparently her two cops had other ideas. She’d humor them.
She put one hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side, putting on her best sultry expression. “What did you have in mind?”
Reed grinned, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly slid his hand down to his belt. For a moment, Cilla thought he’d changed his mind and was going to get undressed anyway, but he reached behind his back. She heard the sound of a snap popping, as if he’d opened something. When his hand came around again, he was holding a pair of handcuffs.
He let them dangle in front of her, a wickedly sexy grin on his handsome face. “You game, Cilla?”
Chapter Two
The light in the living room glimmered off the cuffs and Cilla's heart skipped a beat. Oh my…
She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Hayes was looking at her with just as much interest as Reed. She turned back and looked at the handcuffs again. Could she- should she-do this? She’d never done anything this remotely kinky before in her life, especially not with two guys she’d just gotten to know in the last two hours or so. Did she honestly want to let Hayes and Reed cuff her? She gave a mental shrug. Just seconds ago, she’d been ready to hop into bed with the two of them. She still was, meaning she obviously trusted them.