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sweet sweat. “Happy New Year, love,” he whispered before ducking back down to her chest.
    “Happy New Year,” she responded to the room in total disbelief.
    In the now-quiet room, Mallory couldn’t remember exactly how she’d ended up here, surrounded by two hard male bodies, with two midnight kisses, wishing she could stay this way forever. The stiff carpet prickled beneath her back. A chill bit at her nipples, nose, and toes as their bodies cooled. Yet it was all insignificant to the warm, comforting affection she felt in these men’s arms.
    She had to agree with her gorgeous rock stars. The screams of pleasure still chiming in her ears were by far the best way to ring in the New Year.

Chapter Six

    Gabe smiled down at the woman sandwiched between him and his best friend. Her lips were soft and open in deep, sleeping breaths, her breasts rising and falling beneath the rich emerald sheets. Her warm body molded into his, soft curves pressing into all the right places. The idea of getting out of this bed, even for a minute, to get the feast of stuffed mushrooms, chocolate truffles, and goat cheese pizza they’d ordered for her was as fleeting and ridiculous as the novelty glasses and hats the crowd wore in the streets outside.
    Sometime after all their sexual escapades, they’d managed to wander to the back of the bus, and onto the smooth, king-sized bed residing in the bedroom, unable to stop touching or tasting as they walked the few feet. But it hadn’t been long before Mallory had fallen asleep, completely exhausted, in their arms, where she still lay.
    “So what do think of our girl?” Lincoln whispered to him across the bed.
    Gabe looked up at him surprised, unaware his friend was awake. “Well worth the wait.” He smiled, curving his hand around her breast, surprised even in sleep her nipple responded.
    “I’m glad you agree.” Lincoln smirked. He was always impossible when he was right, and he’d certainly played this like a dream. “Now there’s just the issue of telling her our plan.”
    Gabe nodded, smoothing his hand down her soft stomach. They still hadn’t told her their plan for the future. If they didn’t perform this explanation with the same finesse they had used to seduce, they might lose her. Amazingly, after one night of having her in their bed, Gabe wasn’t willing to go without her. Failure was not an option. They had to make this beauty theirs, for good.

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    “Why are they chanting?” Mallory’s voice croaked, coated in sleep. She could feel the eyes of both her men upon her, slowly awaking to their whispered words above.
    Beside her Lincoln chuckled, skimming the wisps of hair back from her face and curling the long strands behind her ear. “It’s New Year’s,” he whispered. His warm breath wafted across the sensitive skin of her throat, every nerve in her body shivering with the touch.
    Her lips curled in a wicked smile. Mallory squinted her eyes closed, feigning sleep as two sets of hands explored her body beneath the sheets. “If it’s New Year’s, what was that other countdown for?”
    Behind her Gabe laughed. His hand skimmed across her backside and pinched her ass. “It’s New Year’s in L.A., you little minx.”
    Mallory squealed at the pinch, not hard enough to hurt. She wiggled away from Gabe’s grip, enjoying the intimate, playful squeeze almost as much as rubbing against these two men.
    Lincoln wrapped his arms around her, calming her movements. He leaned over her, whispering with a sensual roughness that created a shudder up and down her body. “Want to play the same game?”
    Her skin heated hotter than a sparkler. Her body remembered how both Lincoln and Gabe had worked so hard to bring her to orgasm, for a second time, to the chanting voices outside ushering in the New Year.
    “Not enough time,” she whispered, half hopeful they’d ignore her denial.
    “I don’t know about you, Linc, but that sounds like a challenge to me.”
    She