Free The Heat is On by Elle Kennedy Page B

men at once, he had no problem helping her live out the fantasy.
    But he would have a problem if it turned out this whole three-way thing was simply a ploy to put some more distance between them. He’d never pegged Savannah as the type to play games, and he sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case now, but considering her abrupt decision to invite a third player into the mix, he had to wonder. Especial y since this bright idea had come days after she’d revealed some personal, emotional details to him, which she evidently hadn’t liked sharing.
    Savannah Harte was scared of relationships. He had no doubt about that anymore. He just hoped that fear wasn’t driving her right now, that it wasn’t a way for her to push him away.
    When they entered her apartment, however, pushing him away was not at al what she did. Instead, she moved closer and kissed the hel out of him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He was gasping for air when she final y pul ed away, surprised by her take-charge attitude. As he watched, she turned around and stepped toward Aidan, placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up to brush her lips over his.
    White-hot agony sliced into Matt’s gut.
    He knew he had no right to be upset, or even angry.
    He’d agreed to this stupid idea. But somehow he’d expected her to back out at the last moment. Looked like backing out wasn’t on her agenda. His stomach clenched as Savannah deepened the kiss with Aidan, who responded without any hesitation.
    Despite the aching of his heart, Matt’s body reacted the way it always did when the promise of sex hung in the air. His cock hardened, muscles tensed, skin heated. When Aidan’s hands slid down to cup Savannah’s ass, Matt’s erection twitched involuntarily.
    He hated that he was able to get aroused by this, that another man’s hands on Savannah could get him going. He didn’t want to share her with anybody else, but what other choice did he have? She’d made it more than clear that she wanted some variety tonight.
    If he’d said no, she might’ve picked up some random stranger and fucked his brains out, and he couldn’t let that happen. At least here, he had some semblance of control. Aidan was a good buddy of his and Matt knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Savannah.
    “We need a bed,” Aidan rasped against Savannah’s lips, breaking the kiss.
    With a little smile, she gripped his hand and led him toward the screen separating the living area from her bedroom. She paused to grasp Matt’s hand too, her hips swaying as she led the two men toward the bed.
    She real y wanted this, Matt realized, and conflicting emotions warred inside of him.
    On one hand, he admired her confidence, how in tune she was with her sexuality. She knew what she wanted, went after it, and had no regrets. She was his perfect match, sexual y at least, a rare woman who had zero reservations in the bedroom. She held the same enthusiastic outlook about sex that he normal y did.
    Funny, how the tables had completely turned on him.
    Aidan paused at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes smoldering with heat. Matt noticed his friend’s cheeks were slightly flushed and he had that careless swagger that indicated he was probably a little buzzed from the alcohol he’d consumed tonight.
    Savannah glanced from one man to the other, shooting them each a coy smile. “Come on, boys.
    Strip.”
    Aidan grinned at Matt. “I like her.”
    “So do I,” he answered roughly.
    Knowing it was too damn late to back out of this now, Matt bent down to unlace his boots and kicked them aside, then unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Shirt, boxers and socks came off, until he final y stood naked in front of Savannah. His cock jutted out, begging for her attention. Aidan’s dick was at ful salute too. Heat suffused Savannah’s gray eyes, darkening them to metal ic silver. With methodical movements, she pul ed her shirt over her head, shimmied out of her jeans and panties, and stepped