At some point, both her legs had lifted and wrapped around Dylan. Her back was against the wall, and the towel she’d put on after her shower was caught around her waist. She had little doubt it was only Dylan plastered against her that kept it there. Her left nipple ached where his fingers had been tormenting it with soft pinches and tugs.
He shifted his hands downward to cup her ass and stepped back from the wall, so she wasn’t trapped. She had to force her legs to unwrap and drop to the floor when all she wanted was to rip open the zipper on his jeans and ride that thick cock of his.
Shit, she had it bad.
Dylan released her as her feet hit the floor, and she took a deep breath. Her loosened towel fell to her feet without him to keep it in place at her waist. She could see the lust in Dylan’s eyes, and one glance at Tanner showed he wasn’t immune either. They both wanted her as much as she wanted them.
“Dinner’s going to get cold again if you guys don’t…” Mitch’s voice trailed off as he rounded the corner and stopped just behind Tanner. His eyes ran up and down Mandy’s naked form. “Dinner can wait. I’m all for dessert first.” He pushed Tanner aside. “You’ve already had yours.”
Mandy couldn’t stop the smile that took over her face. Crouching, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it back around her when she stood. “Actually, I really am hungry. Plus, I get the impression I might need plenty of energy with you three.”
“Dinner.” Tanner looked pointedly at Mitch and moved to her. He laced his fingers with hers and tugged her down the hall behind him. “I’ll show you to the dining room.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “Mitch cooked.”
“Just one of my many skills.” Mitch wiggled his eyebrows when she looked at him, and it made her laugh.
“I opened a bottle of wine,” Dylan interjected, walking behind them.
Tanner looked down at her and licked his lips. “And I already had dessert.”
She blushed. It was funny. She’d just been with all three of them and still she blushed. She should be immune to that, but apparently she wasn’t.
“I plan to eat my share soon,” Dylan promised, and Mitch nodded his agreement.
She bit back a moan and did her best to clench her thighs together as she walked. They had her so hot and bothered she wasn’t sure she would even taste dinner. She knew she needed to eat, but being around them seemed to push practicality to the side and set her focus on sex and pleasure.
Practicality! Shit! What was she thinking? She was a nurse for God’s sake. She should know better than to engage in any form of sexual activity without knowing her partners’ sexual history. If you could get a disease through sex that meant you could get it through any form of sex, including oral.
It was like a bucket of icy water dumping over her head. They were cops, so she knew they would be required to have annual check-ups, but that didn’t mean they were routinely checked for STDs.
“Are you okay?” Tanner stopped them in the hall. She could only assume that her thoughts were reflecting on her face. “Nothing else has to happen if you don’t want it to.”
He thought she’d changed her mind about sex. Not exactly. But it was time to be an adult and talk.
“I’m clean,” she said, bringing Mitch’s and Dylan’s attention back to her again.
“I can smell.” Dylan grinned. “Tanner’s soap smells much better on you than it ever has on him.”
She shook her head and tried again, though she wanted to laugh at Dylan’s words. “I’m not talking about the shower. I mean I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. I had a check-up after my last relationship ended. I was with him for about six months. Before that, it had been a few years.”
“We get yearly check-ups,” Tanner told her.
“And your yearly check-ups include STD testing?”
Mitch laughed. “No. But we’re very discreet. Not many women are willing to handle what we want.”
Mandy felt her face blush again.
“What he means,” Tanner interrupted, shooting Mitch a dark look, “is that it’s been a while for us too. And we were all checked after our last relationship ended.”
“It’s been over a year.” Dylan sighed as he added that bit of information.
“A year?” She didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but she’d not met guys as sexual as these three. What the hell was wrong with the women around here?
“We tend to be selective,” Tanner said.
“And how did I get so lucky?” She couldn’t have stopped the question from slipping out if she’d wanted to.
“I think we’re the lucky ones.” Mitch let his eyes skim her from head to toe again.
“I won’t lie to you.” Tanner’s gaze met Mitch’s for a minute before he continued. “We ran a background check on you as soon as we got home.”
“You investigated me?” She wasn’t offended really, just surprised. But then, they had to be safe too.
“Enough to know your ex was a tool.” Mitch shook his head as he turned to hold a chair out at the table for her. “You could have filed several charges against him, Mandy. Instead you left.”
She could hear the unspoken question in his words. “It wasn’t worth it. I lost most of my friends when he and I started dating. He was pretty possessive. I just didn’t see it right away. By the time I opened my eyes and realized what I’d let happen, it was too late. It was just easier to cut my losses and move on.”
“Has he bothered you since you’ve been here?” This question came from Dylan.
They were all seated at the table, and the guys were passing food around while they talked. This was the weirdest dinner she’d had. She was sitting with three men, wearing nothing but a towel while they talked and filled their plates with food. And they all knew the night was only leading to more sex.
“Mandy?” Tanner prompted.
“Sorry.” She shook her head a bit to clear her thoughts. “No. As far as I know, he doesn’t even know where I am. And if he does, well, I’ll deal with it.”
“If he does, he’ll find out the police here don’t take kindly to harassing women.” Mitch’s eyes were hard.
“Thank you.” She lifted a bite to her mouth and moaned. “This is so good.”
“I like to cook.” Mitch grinned at her.
“I’ve never been very good at it,” she admitted. “But I love to bake.”
“What do you bake?” Dylan asked.
“Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies.” She laughed as they groaned. “You name it, and I’ve probably baked it.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll have to cuff you to the stove and never let you leave.”
She let her gaze lock with Dylan’s and wondered if he could see the excitement she felt at the mention of cuffing her.
“Well, well,” he said and grinned. Obviously, he’d seen it loud and clear.
“Do you have condoms?” The question just sort of flew out of her mouth without her consent. She sighed. “I brought some just in case. I’m on the pill, but I’ve seen too many less than one percent babies born.”
“Less than one percent?” Tanner lifted a brow at her.
“They say the pill is 99% effective against pregnancy. But I’ve seen more than my fair share of babies born that were conceived while their moms were on the pill.”
“Ohhh.” Tanner said, and they all shook their heads.
“Don’t worry,” Dylan said. “We’ve always practiced the ‘no glove, no love’ rule of thumb.”
“Meaning we’ve got condoms covered,” Mitch added.
“Assuming that you’re interested in more after dinner?” Tanner prompted.
She nodded her head. Practicality had been dealt with. Besides, she couldn’t imagine Lorraine not sharing with her if Mitch or Tanner had ever been treated locally for an STD. Even if they went out of town, they still lived in a small town. This reminded her that she had to be ready for the gossip that would surely go around.
She let her gaze skim around the table and the three men who sat there. All three of them wore nothing but jeans she couldn’t wait to get off of them. Let the gossips say what they wanted. She had a feeling after their earlier encounter the reality of a full night with these three would be worth it.
Chapter Six
Tanner grabbed her bag from the living room, scooping up her dress as well and led her back down the hall to the bedroom they’d been in earlier. From Dylan’s comment about the soap, she assumed this was Tanner’s bedroom. She looked around this time. She’d been preoccupied when she’d first entered it. Then nerves had kept her from looking around after her shower.
The bed was huge and still rumpled from where they’d had oral sex earlier. She noticed someone had placed a huge box of condoms on one of the bedside tables. They hadn’t been there earlier, or at least she hadn’t noticed them before. Tanner dropped her bag just inside the door and tossed her dress on a chair that sat in the corner next to the bathroom door. The dresser was clear except for a wallet, set of keys, and handcuffs.
She let her fingers tap the cuffs. “You always bring your cuffs into the bedroom?”
“Yes, you never know when they might come in handy.”
“I don’t believe you’d ever have to chain a woman to your bed.”
“Well, we might not have to,” Tanner told her. “But wanting to is another thing.”
She caught her breath at the honest look in Tanner’s eyes. She didn’t think he was joking. She remembered Dylan’s earlier comment about cuffing her to the stove. The way her pussy moistened and clenched had her hoping he wasn’t joking. “And do you plan to use them tonight?”
“Only if you want us to,” Tanner said. “There are a lot of things we’d love to do with you.”
“Such as?”
“Maybe it would be easier for you to tell me what you’re not okay with?”
She laughed at his boyish grin, but was pretty sure he wasn’t joking.
She really hoped he was into anal sex. Obviously, they were into group sex. There were so many things they could do, that she wanted to do. Where should she start? Could they do it all in one night? No way. If they even tried, she’d be unable to walk tomorrow. But man would it be worth it to try. And she did have the next three days off.
“What do you prefer?”
“Anything and everything,” he answered, but she couldn’t help but feel like he was evading giving her a direct answer. He clenched and released his hands, and she had a vision of them on her, stroking every part of her to life.
She decided to move on to another question, while she watched him pull the covers down to the foot of the bed. “How long have you guys known each other?” He’d already told her this in the truck, but honestly, she’d been such a bundle of nerves she didn’t remember everything.
“We all pretty much grew up together.” He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him.
“Really?” She joined him on the bed, turning so she could look at him. She still wore nothing but a towel while he had on jeans.
Tanner laughed. “Mitch and I went to school together. Dylan moved here in high school, and we all just clicked. We played football, basketball, and ran track. We had the same classes, shared similar interests. Now we’re all in law enforcement and share this house.”
“And women.”
“When we’re lucky enough to find one willing.”
“I’m having trouble imagining a woman not wanting to share a bed with you three.”
“Okay, so we want a certain type of woman.”
“Certain type?”
He sighed. “A woman who is…well…”
“Discreet? Not a sex crazed slut who sleeps with anyone?”
“Yes. A woman like you.”
“I’m sure if some of my co-workers knew where I was, who I was with, they would think I fit the bill for a sex crazed slut.”
“People will always judge what they don’t understand.”
She nodded in agreement. “Yes, they will.”
“I’ve always believed if it’s consensual and all parties find pleasure in it, then it can’t be wrong.”
“I like your beliefs. I’ve always felt the same way. If it feels good and we both, we all, enjoy it, then why apologize or feel remorse?”
“So…tell me more about you,” he prompted her.
“What else would you like to know? You already know I’m an ER nurse and I’m into sex.”
“Two of your best qualities as far as I’m concerned.”
“I’m from the Midwest. I have two sisters, one older, one younger. We’re very close. Our parents died a few years ago, and we’ve all gone in different directions.”
“Do you get together for holidays?”
“Whenever we get together, it becomes a holiday.” She smiled, remembering them all together in May and deciding to put up a Christmas tree and cook a traditional Thanksgiving meal. That was just them.
“Are they in the medical field also?”
“No. Ash, my older sister, opened her own bakery last year.”
“Do you all love to bake?”
“No, my younger sister, Mia, hates to bake. She was the taste tester. She was always writing reviews.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She still writes. She’s just more into fiction now.” No way was she ready to tell him that her sister wrote erotic romance. Mandy had all of her sister’s books. Most of them were ménage romances featuring three or more men. It seemed to be something all three sisters were interested in. Maybe that was why none of them had settled down yet. They weren’t looking for the right guy. They were looking for the right guys.
“Have you ever been with more than one guy at a time before?”
She had wondered when he’d get to the more sexual questions. She shook her head. “You three are my first.”
“But you’ve wanted to?”
“I guess I’ve always been a little more interested in what most people consider the kinky side of sex.”
“As in?”
“Once is never enough,” she admitted. “The first time usually just gets me warmed up. I could have sex all night long if my partner were willing and able or if maybe, he was willing to share.”
“Good thing there are three of us and we love to share.”
“I’ve been thinking about that since I ran into you at the hospital.”
“Tell me about this kinky side of sex.”
“As if wanting more than one man at a time isn’t kinky?”
“I guess it depends on who you ask. I don’t think we’ll find fault with that.”
She laughed. “No, I’m thinking you’ll be okay with just about anything I want.”