What She Craves Read Online Free Page B

of that white wine you tasted earlier.”
    What She Craves
    She did know Devon’s rigid stance on alcohol. His father had been an abusive drunk and, as a result, Devon never touched the stuff. “Then maybe I’m the one who’s had a little too much.”
    “Come upstairs with us, sugar. Where we can be alone. We can talk about this in private.”
    “Talk?” she asked, turned on despite her suspicions.
    “Talk, nothing more. Unless it’s what you want,” he added. “I promise.”
    “You have our word, baby,” Con said, adding his two cents to Devon’s. “The ball’s in your court.”
    “But you don’t deny you want me. Both of you. At once.” She said it quietly, but still it felt like all eyes were on her.
    “We won’t lie to you,” Devon said. “Having you is something we’ve both fantasized about, Tory.”
    Tory slapped a hand over her eyes. “Oh, God. This is so crazy.”
    Con pried her hand away, a tender smile on his face. “Crazy because you like the idea, or crazy because the thought is repugnant?”
    She couldn’t lie, not about this. Not when they were opening themselves up to her in such a vulnerable way. “It’s not repugnant,” she answered, her voice quivering. From fear or excitement? Both, she suspected.
    Devon’s arms tightened and Con’s silver gaze blazed with passion. “Follow me,” Con growled.
    Con gestured to Jason, his personal assistant. Making arrangements for Jason to handle the guests?
    Most likely. Heat filled her cheeks when Jason’s gaze darted her way for a split second. As Con started out of the room, Devon wrapped a hand around her smaller one, then led her toward the doorway. Her legs shook. She was really doing this. Going upstairs with Devon and Con. Would they make love to her? Both powerful men? She couldn’t even begin to get her head around it. Tory had no experience to aid her in this.
    What would they expect from her? Would she be able to satisfy two such virile men? More importantly, what would it do to their friendship?
    Suddenly, Devon stopped and cupped her chin in his large, gentle grip. “Stop analyzing it. Only let us please you. That’s what Con and I want. To please you.”
    His gaze dropped to her chest. Was he looking at her nipples? Could he tell they were hard for him?
    His nostrils flared as he muttered, “So sweet. So tempting.”
    “So out of my depth,” she muttered.
    Devon brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Without another word, he took her to the stairs.
    Halfway up, he stopped her again, murmuring, “Tell me, sugar, are you wet right now? Is your pussy eager for my touch?”
    “Devon.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no words to describe the feelings rioting inside her at that moment.
    “Con and I are going to make you feel so damn good. Every sexy inch of you, Tory.”
     
    www.samhainpublishing.com
    19
    Anne Rainey
    She had to make him understand. He had to know she wasn’t this daring. That she’d never been wild or uninhibited in bed. She swiveled on her heel, nearly tumbling right off the step had Devon not reached out and grabbed her around the waist. “I’ve never…this isn’t—”
    “Shh, it’s okay.” He reached around and patted her bottom. “Upstairs first, sugar.”
    Tory hesitated. She could leave. Simply ask Devon to take her home. He’d do it. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn’t hold it against her, either. He would call tomorrow morning and wish her a Merry Christmas the way he always did. Did she want that? Did she want to walk away from them?
    Sleep in an empty bed and wonder for the rest of her life what she’d missed out on? The answer was simple. Making the final decision calmed Tory’s racing heart as nothing else could.
    Turning around, Tory started up the stairs once more, taking the steps one at a time. When she reached the upstairs landing, Con was there, quietly waiting. She let her gaze travel the length of him. As she spied the rigid