Free Raw Silk by Delilah Devlin

straightened quickly. Her eyes rounded, her gaze passing from Jake to Danny then landing on Lacey.
    Lacey winced inwardly, not wanting to say how much the idea was catching fire for her, because she loved Camille and would never sabotage her happiness.
    “Lacey, sweetie?” Camille said softly. “What do you want?”
    Lacey bit her lip. She let it go and lifted her chin. “I don’t want to intrude or spoil something special for you.”
    “But what do you want, really?”
    “Um…what you have?” she whispered.
    Camille smiled and stepped close enough to wrap her arms around her and give her a big hug. “And I want you to experience it too,” she whispered. “But be sure. These guys don’t do anything the easy way.” She dropped her arms and stepped back then glanced at Jake. “Am I reading this wrong? Do you guys want this?”
    Jake’s face darkened. “I want you happy.”
    Danny raked a hand through his short-cropped hair. “This is my fault, and I’ll be the first to admit it, but your best friend is hot, Camille.”
    Camille grinned. “She’s been my friend forever and we’ve shared a lot of hard times as well as good.” Her gaze settled on Lacey. “If you think this is taking the friendship thing too far, that it will affect our partnership in any way…”
    Lacey swallowed hard. “I love you like a sister. There’s nothing that will change that.”
    Camille’s lips twitched. “Even seeing me naked and begging?”
    Lacey felt her pussy clench. “God, is that how it is with them?”
    Camille waggled her eyebrows. “Oh yeah.”
    Lacey could barely contain the squeal working its way up her throat. “Then I’m in.” She cleared her throat and looked around. The two guys were eating her up with their gazes. “Okay, this is a little awkward.”
    Danny reached over and slipped an arm around her waist and dragged her close to his side. “This isn’t a race. We aren’t going to jump you right this second. And we won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
    She ducked her head, embarrassed to be the object of everyone’s stares. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”
    “He said it to me,” Camille said cheerfully.
    “No, he didn’t. That was me,” Jake said, dragging Camille close.
    Lacey’s lips twitched. “So, they share women and lines?”
    Danny’s hand bit into her waist and he gave her a little shake. “It’s not a line. It’s a promise.”
    Lacey groaned, too overwhelmed with excitement to hide it.
    Danny bent and kissed the corner of her mouth. His eyes glittered in the darkness. She liked the slightly predatory gleam. Liked the clean smell of him—soap and male musk—no tangy aftershave like most of the men she’d dated.
    She angled her face and brushed his lips with hers, tentatively.
    Danny smiled, and Lacey’s lips stretched. “Can’t kiss you properly if you’re gonna laugh.”
    “Can’t help it. This is completely crazy.”
    “Tell me about it. And such a huge turn-on. Two smart, pretty women…”
    “Two buff firemen…” She sighed. Just snuggling against his hard chest made her knees weak.
    “Again, not a race,” he whispered, “but I’m dying here.”
    Lacey’s breath caught. This was really going to happen. “I need to visit the little girls’ room.”
    “We don’t have one of those, but the toilet’s through that door.”
    She wrinkled her nose at him and grabbed Camille’s hand, pulling her friend from Jake’s embrace. “We’ll only be a minute.”
    Camille laughed softly, trailing behind her. When Lacey shut the door, she rounded on Camille. “Tell me the truth. Are you okay with this?”
    Camille smiled. “Completely.”
    Lacey bit her lip. “Think they have condoms?”
    “They probably emptied the aisles of every drugstore in the area. Do you need to pee?”
    “Actually, yes.” Lacey slipped her shorts down and sat. “This is just like high school. Us hiding in the bathroom, gossiping about our dates.”
    “Asking