Free Dirty Love by Lacey Savage

with a proper frame. What would have been the use, since she was the only one to ever sleep on it?
    Trevor laid her down gently, carefully, then released her. She was only alone for a moment. As Trevor stepped back, Connor took over, falling onto the mattress with her, covering her body with his.
    Bliss enveloped Isy from head to toe at the feel of his strong, masculine body pressed hard against her own. Her hands glided over his rippled back, across his arms, down to his buttocks. Fingers flew everywhere, squeezing, gripping, pinching, exploring. She wanted to memorize every dip, every curve of his spectacular body.
    Connor chuckled in her ear. “That's it, baby. Touch me."
    As if she needed encouragement! She could hear the ticking clock as loudly as if it counted down inside her head. Vicki would file a formal report against Isy the moment the Medical Board offices opened in the morning. They had maybe twelve hours until men in black came to investigate.
    Plenty of time, and yet not nearly enough.
    "I want to taste you,” she murmured breathlessly. “Let me. Please."
    Connor lifted his head. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked at her, devouring her with his gaze. She felt self-conscious under the scrutiny, and still he stared, as though he wanted to memorize her just as she wished to remember him. At last, he winked, and a hint of mischievousness tilted his mouth.
    "I have a better idea.” He jerked his head in the direction of Trevor, who'd all but blended into the shadows a few steps away. “Taste Trevor. I have some unfinished business."
    Before she could ask what he meant, he slithered down the length of her body. His palms left ribbons of heat along her ribcage, then branded her inner thighs as he pushed them apart, spreading her open. She caught a glimpse of his tongue as it snaked out to lick his lips. “I bet your cream is as sweet as your scent."
    Trevor moved to Isy's side and sank to his knees beside her. She turned her head, wishing she could see him better. Moonlight streamed in liquid gold, painting Trevor's body with strips of pale light.
    "Your clothes are gone,” she whispered, awed by the sight.
    Trevor leaned in and grazed her lips with his. The intensity in his eyes made them appear as predatory as Connor's, entirely focused on claiming her. “It seemed only fair."
    He towered over her, his lean frame draped in shadows, like a creature who'd materialized right out of a dream.
    She couldn't hold back any longer. She had to ask—needed to know.
    "Why me?” she finally managed to squeak, though Connor had chosen that exact moment to part her labia with this fingers and blow a stream of warm air along her slit.
    For a moment, she wasn't sure Trevor would answer. Then he took a deep breath and said, “We're not from around here, Isy."
    She nodded. She'd suspected as much. Their ability to appear in the center of a locked room without making as much as a sound should have been enough to tip her off. Logic had blamed the inactive surveillance system, but now she could admit the truth. Their attraction to her, their absolute lack of fear or concern for what she could do to Connor—to both of them—if they went through with this ... well, no modern New Yorker would act the way either of them did.
    Trevor rocked on his heels, bringing Isy's attention to the magnificent thickness of his cock as it jutted out from between his legs. She stared at it for a full five seconds before reaching out and grasping the hot steel of his erection in her hand.
    Trevor sucked in a breath between his teeth. “For four years, we've been watching you. Wanting you.” His voice sounded shaky, uncertain, but whether because she'd started moving her fist up and down his shaft or because he feared what his admission might do to her, she couldn't tell.
    "Why?” she asked again.
    Warm lips fused to her pussy, sending an electric jolt of heat into her core. She arched her hips, bringing her clit into sudden contact with