Feeling Hot (20 page)

He shrugged. “Just throwing it out there. Dylan’s a bit of a slut, so you never know what’ll happen when he’s around.”

Jen studied his handsome face, realization dawning. “You’d be up for it, wouldn’t you?”

Another shrug.

“You totally would,” she exclaimed. “I can see it on your face.”

“Yeah, I’d be up for it.”

His gruff admission startled her. “Wow. You’re really into ménage, huh?”

The molten heat in his sexy blue eyes disrupted her pulse and sent it careening. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman turning her pleasure over to two men.” Without letting her digest that, he gave her butt a little smack and said, “You taking that shower?”

“Oh. Um, yeah.”

Jen felt slightly dazed as she wandered off toward the bathroom. Did it make her a slut that the thought of being with two men turned her on?

God, and Cash would be up for sharing her with another man. It continued to surprise her how open-minded he was about sex. He didn’t balk at anything. He hadn’t even batted an eye last night when she’d slipped her finger in his ass while going down on him—if anything, he’d come even harder, nearly tugging her hair out by the roots as he exploded in her mouth.

So really, why was she surprised that Cash would be up for inviting another man into their bed?

Her nipples puckered as the naughty idea crept into her mind once more. She banished it, ordering her head out of the gutter. Cash’s friend was coming by to watch football, not to ravish her, for Pete’s sake.

She ended up taking a long shower, allowing the hot water to ease the muscles that had been tied up in knots all day. She washed her hair, shaved her legs, lathered lavender-scented body wash on her skin. By the time she toweled off and walked into Cash’s room, she felt loose and relaxed.

She spent the next ten minutes blow-drying her hair, then brushed it until it shone and left it loose. She dressed for comfort—black leggings, sports bra and a turquoise top with a wide neckline that caused the soft material to fall off one shoulder. After a moment of hesitation, she applied some make-up. Mascara, subtle eye shadow, a dab of lip gloss.

The effort she went to for her appearance was more for her own sake than Cash and Dylan’s. She always felt better when she looked her best, and there was a spring to her step as she left the bedroom.

Male voices sounded from the living room. Jen’s pulse quickened, a reaction that had her rolling her eyes. Okay, enough. Just because Cash had broached the subject of threesomes didn’t mean one was in the cards. Besides, she didn’t know a thing about this Dylan guy, save for the fact that he was a SEAL, and, apparently, a slut. For all she knew, he was completely unattractive and someone she would never dream of—

The thought died when she entered the room and laid eyes on their guest.

Okay. Well. Unattractive was
not
the adjective to describe Dylan Wade.

Movie-star gorgeous
was more apt. Or maybe
female wet dream
.

“Hi. You must be Jen,” he said in a deep, easygoing voice. His expression was downright smoldering as he unabashedly checked her out.

A bolt of sheer lust struck her as the blond Adonis rose from the couch. He was around the same height as Cash, six-foot-plus, but fair where Cash was dark. Jen couldn’t hide her feminine appreciation as she swept her gaze over his chiseled face—green eyes the shade of ripe limes, a killer grin, sexy dimples.

His body didn’t disappoint, either. Long muscular legs encased in dark-blue denim, a 49ers jersey stretched over a sculpted chest. The sleeves of his shirt were cut off, revealing his corded biceps and roped forearms.

She was tempted to ask him to do a little twirl so she could assess whether the back of him was as delicious as the front, but she had no doubt that it was.

Jen finally found her voice. “And you must be Dylan.”

She stuck out her hand, but rather than shake it, he grasped her fingers with his and raised her knuckles to his lips, brushing a fleeting kiss over them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he drawled, his green eyes twinkling.

From his spot on the couch, Cash snorted. “Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?”

“Can’t help it,” Dylan called without taking his eyes off her. “I’m overwhelmed by her beauty.”

Another snort cut through the air.

Dylan ignored his friend and gave Jen another long once-over. “I’m serious. You’re beautiful, honey.”

Her cheeks warmed. “Um. Thanks.”

“Hey, Romeo, how about you sit your ass back down so we can watch my boys claim victory?” Cash suggested.

Dylan shot her a lopsided grin. “McCoy actually believes his shitty team stands a chance of defeating mine. Clearly, he lives in a fantasy world.” He took her hand and led her toward the couch. “Come on, let’s watch his bubble burst.”

The next thing she knew, Jen was sandwiched between the two SEALs, who proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes trash-talking each other as their respective teams took the field. Their good-natured taunts and creative insults kept her in a constant state of much-needed laughter, and by the time the game’s first quarter came to a close, she’d managed to put all thoughts of Carson and his marriage out of her mind.

When Dylan disappeared into the kitchen to grab some beers, Jen glanced at Cash and grinned. “I like him.”

“Everyone likes him,” Cash said with a sigh. “I can honestly say that Dylan is the most charming person I’ve ever met in my life.”

She couldn’t disagree. Those laughing green eyes and devilish grins were definitely having an effect on her. She could see why women went wild for the man.

“Look what I found,” Dylan announced. He held up a bottle of Patrón, grinning like the cat who’d swallowed the canary.

“What happened to beers?” Cash asked. He’d slung his arm over Jen’s shoulder, and she was enjoying the way he carelessly dragged his fingers over the top of her arm.

“You want a beer? Fridge is that way,” Dylan replied, jerking a thumb at the kitchen. “But I’m gonna get my Patrón on. Who knew O’Connor had such good taste?”

Retaking his seat, he unscrewed the bottle and brought it to his lips. He swallowed with a contented sound, then held out the bottle. “What do you say, Blondie? You gonna pansy out and stick to beer, or are you in the mood for something that’ll make you burn?” He wagged his eyebrows in challenge.

A smile stretched across her mouth. “I guess I could use a burn.” When Cash frowned, she offered a little shrug. “I need a distraction, remember?”

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to pass out, okay?”

“Deal.” She accepted the outstretched bottle and took a small sip. It burned, all right, all the way down to her stomach. But almost immediately, warmth spread through her and a pleasant buzzing flowed in her veins.

She handed Cash the bottle. After a beat, he slugged back some tequila.

“Oh, get ready for it,” Dylan said with a whoop, his green eyes focused on the flat screen. “Ten yards…five…touchdown!”

A new round of heckling ensued, courtesy of Dylan as San Francisco scored, but then Arizona answered with a touchdown of their own, and it was Cash’s turn to deliver some verbal abuse.

Jen couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. During halftime, Dylan regaled her with stories, everything from childhood anecdotes to bad dating experiences. The guy was charismatic as hell, not to mention sexy as all get-out. She couldn’t help checking him out every now and then, admiring his classically handsome face, his ripped arms, those hypnotic dimples.

Cash caught her ogling more than once, but he didn’t seem put off by it. He simply grinned knowingly before taking another shot of tequila. Dylan had brought out three shot glasses sometime during the second quarter, and the amber liquid in the bottle had slowly begun to dwindle.

Jen definitely had her buzz on, but she also knew her limit, and when Dylan tried coaxing her into another shot, she shook her head and raised her hands in surrender. “One more and I’ll go from tipsy to flat-ass drunk.”

“Maybe I’m trying to get you drunk,” he responded, those dimples making another appearance.

“Why, so you can talk me into a threesome?” The words flew out before she could stop them.

“Why, is that something you’d be interested in?” he countered.

She felt herself blushing. “No,” she lied.

His grin widened. “I think you would.” He glanced at Cash. “You didn’t tell me the LT’s sister was such a naughty girl. If I’d known, I would have come over days ago.”

Cash rolled his eyes.

Dylan shifted, leaning into the arm of the couch. Green eyes gleaming with mischief, he locked his gaze with Jen’s and said, “So, the idea of being with two men turns you on, huh?”

“Maybe a little,” she relented.

He cocked a brow. “What else turns you on?”

She shrugged and avoided his eyes. Her cheeks were scorching. And somehow, in the span of a few seconds, she’d become wildly aroused. She squirmed on the couch, tried to ignore the zip of heat moving between her legs. From the corner of her eye, she caught Cash grinning at her again. Bastard was enjoying watching her squirm.

“Come on, Blondie,” Dylan prodded, “tell me all your wicked turn-ons.”

When Cash had the nerve to chuckle, she scowled at him. He thought it was funny, huh? Letting his friend tease her like this? She swallowed to bring moisture to her dry mouth, deciding that maybe Cash needed to do some squirming of his own.

“Well,” she said slowly, “I’ve always wanted to watch two men together.”

Although Dylan’s dark-blond eyebrows soared, he didn’t blanch or seem the slightest bit horrified by the idea. If anything, he looked incredibly intrigued. “Really,” he mused.

“It doesn’t freak you out?”

“Why should it? I love watching two women going at it, so why shouldn’t you enjoy a little man play?”

“Very progressive of you,” she said graciously.

He flashed another one of those rogue grins. “Thanks.”

Before she could blink, he tugged her toward him. She squeaked in surprise, her pulse racing when he touched her cheek. His palm was callused, fingertips rough as he skimmed them along the curve of her jaw. “So you wanna see me and Cash get it on, huh?”

Had he really just said that?

Her heartbeat thudded at triple speed. A wave of dizzying lust slammed into her as his words generated a slew of images in her mind. Images of these two sexy males touching and kissing and… Oh boy, she couldn’t even picture it without shuddering in pleasure.

“What do you say, McCoy? Should we give Blondie a show?”

She twisted around, needing to see Cash’s expression. She figured he’d recoil at the idea, but he looked more bemused than appalled. “How drunk are you exactly?” Cash asked his friend.

Dylan just laughed and wrapped his arms around Jen from behind. Those rough hands stroked her shoulders and his touch unleashed a flurry of shivers, leaving little flashes of heat in its wake. She locked eyes with Cash, but he didn’t seem at all perturbed that his friend’s hands were all over her.

Her mouth ran dry again. Rough-skinned hands traveled down to her waist, teasing the sides of her breasts on their southward journey. She shivered again. Every muscle in her body coiled tight with…anticipation?

Lord, what was she anticipating would happen?

The alluring possibilities swirling through her mind got her so wet she clenched her thighs together and slid off Dylan’s lap, afraid he’d feel the dampness of her panties right through her leggings.

Sucking in much-needed oxygen, she stumbled to her feet. “I’m craving ice cream,” she blurted out. “Anyone else want some?” Without letting either man respond, she fled to the kitchen.

As Cash watched Jen hurry off, he was unable to resist a low chuckle. He glanced at Dylan, who seemed equally amused. “Quit toying with her,” he told his buddy. “You’re making her nervous.”

“I’m making her hot,” Dylan corrected with a barely contained grin.

Yeah, no doubt about that. Cash hadn’t missed the flush of arousal on Jen’s cheeks or the way she kept shifting with pure sexual discomfort. His cock stirred as he imagined the wetness he’d find if he slipped his hand between her legs.

Now he was the one shifting around, a motion Dylan didn’t miss, judging by his husky chuckle.

A minute later, Jen returned with a carton of Choctastic Verryberry Swirl and a spoon. Rather than rejoin them on the couch, she settled in one of the recliners, as if a distance of four feet would succeed in alleviating the hot promise of sex thickening the air. She stuck her spoon into the carton, her gaze darting from Cash to Dylan, her cheeks an enticing shade of pink.

Cash glanced at the game flashing on the screen, but found he could no longer concentrate. Jen and Dylan were now engaged in an unmistakable eye fuck that should’ve made him jealous, but didn’t.

“You know, sitting all the way over there won’t save you, Blondie,” Dylan said lightly. “You opened this can of worms.”

“Why, because I dared to say the word
threesome
?”

“Yep.”