Free Three of Hearts by Kelly Jamieson Page A

and his eyebrows pulled together. “Nice outfit, by the way.”
    Was that sarcastic? Fuck, I should have changed into something girly. “Um . . . sorry . . .”
    “Sorry for what?” He hooked a finger into the neckline of my hoodie and tugged me closer. “You’re cute.” He brushed his lips across my cheek. A shudder worked up my spine. “Think it’s time to finish what we didn’t get to last night.”

The kisses were long and lush, first Lucas’s mouth on mine, then Ben’s. When Ben turned my face toward his, I met his eyes questioningly, still unsure how he felt about this. He gazed back at me for a long moment, then closed his eyes and groaned. He slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth. My head spun at the wickedness of that, of kissing two guys one after the other, and also maybe with relief that Ben still wanted me too.
    While Ben’s tongue slid into my mouth and played with mine, Lucas kissed the back of my neck beneath my ponytail, slowly drawing the band off and then filtering his hands through my hair. When Ben’s teeth nipped my bottom lip, Lucas’s hands slipped beneath my sweatshirt and caressed my back and waist. When Lucas’s hand found my breast, Ben’s hand was between my legs, rubbing my aching pussy through the fabric of my sweats.
    I wanted to touch them too. I dug my fingers into Lucas’s biceps, explored Ben’s hard chest, and ran my tongue along his bearded jaw. I breathed in their scents and let my fingers slide through thick hair down to the nape of Lucas’s neck, soft and tender. I gripped Ben’s muscled thigh as he sucked my bottom lip.
    We sat there making out, the television somehow muted and flickering silently in the dim room, the only sounds our low moans and sighs and clinging mouths. Pleasure flowed through me, thick and sweet, and I felt my body dissolving.
    A long time later, Ben murmured in my ear: “You call it, Haylee. Here? Or your room?”
    I found I didn’t want to make that decision, as much as I appreciated the offer. “I don’t know . . .”
    His hands tightened on my waist. “Haylee . . . tonight we only go as far as you want.”
    I turned to look at him, comforted by his steady eyes and by the fact he’d once again cared enough to reassure me.
    “Yeah,” Lucas added, and I turned back to him. For once his usual crooked smile was absent, and he, too, held my gaze. “If you don’t want to do this, just say the word.” He searched my face with his eyes.
    Yes, I had doubts and reservations about this, but after sitting there and kissing them until my head spun and I ached way down low inside, I couldn’t make myself put a stop to it. I could no more explain this than I could explain quantum electrochemistry. I only knew what I felt, including a swelling warmth in my chest toward both of them.
    I managed to whisper the word, “Bed.”
    Lucas gave a low growl. “Yeah. My girl deserves a bed.”
    “ Our girl.” Ben gave Lucas a narrow-eyed look.
    Our girl?
    “Right.” Lucas surged up off the couch, turned and grabbed my hands, and hauled me up too. I went flying, given his bigger size and strength.
    “Easy, dude.” Ben stood too, his hands on my hips. He gave me a nudge toward the bedroom. Lucas tugged me along by my hands, Ben close behind.
    This wasn’t the first time they’d seen my bedroom. They’d helped me paint the walls taupe, the trim white. The whole house had shiny hardwood floors, and I had a patterned rug in my room. A chocolate-brown duvet covered my bed, which had a white-painted headboard and footboard. Unfortunately the bed was only a queen-size and as soon as all three of us were on it, it was clear we were going to be forced into a lot closer proximity than in the king-size hotel bed last night.
    But really, how much closer could you get than . . .
    My stomach swooped. “Can we take a minute?” I sat in the middle of the bed, the guys on either side, reaching for me.
    They paused. Ben searched