Free Fever for Three by Julia Talbot Page A

drawing circles. They made her crazy separately. Together they threatened to make her go up in smoke.
    She pulled her lips from Josh’s. “We can’t. This isn’t—”
    It wasn’t like her. Somehow no one seemed to believe that.
    “Shh. Your arm feels better already, yeah? Just let us love you, baby.”
    Paulo groaned. “We’ll make it good. I swear.”
    She tried not to nod, but her head moved up and down instead of side to side. “Okay.”
    Cheri was fairly sure she was losing her mind. How could this be happening to her? How could she even handle them touching her and each other like they were? Was that weird?
    “Stop thinking so much. Trust your instincts.” Paulo nibbled her neck, making her shudder.
    “I don’t have any!” She didn’t, not when it came to sex.
    “You do. I can smell it.” Josh bit her bottom lip, hard enough to sting.
    “I am not stinky!” She was so tired of them sniffing and telling her they could smell her. She bathed!
    “You smell like heaven.” Paulo eased her down on the bed, hands sliding on her.
    “Don’t touch my arm.”
    “Let us kiss it better.” Josh peeled the bandages away.
    “You can’t… They put those butterfly bandages on it. It’ll bleed.”
    “No it won’t, querida .” Paulo grinned, bending to kiss her arm just above the bite.
    Cheri tensed, but the soft touch of Paulo’s tongue was gentle, easy. Right. So right.
    “That’s it, baby girl. Trust your heart, just for a second.”
    She wanted to do that. She did. Her heart told her they would never hurt her the way she thought they had. They just wouldn’t. They were meant to protect her, to be with her.
    “That’s right, querida . We won’t hurt you. Ever.”
    Wait. Had she said that? No. No, she was sure she hadn’t said it out loud.
    Paulo nuzzled her arm, the touches seeming to chase the pain away. Crazy. She was crazy. She couldn’t figure out exactly when she decided to stop fighting that and embrace it, but she did. She reached for Josh, wanting more of those insane kisses. Josh gave them to her, one after another, the press of lips stealing her breath.
    Paulo licked her skin, his tongue seeming to scrape along every nerve ending, setting them alight. He was gentler than Josh; Paulo took his time. She worried about her arm for about half a second before Josh made this amazing sound, the vibration pushing into her lips, and she stopped thinking.
    “ Querida. Que linda .”
    Yes. Yes, they made her feel beautiful and sexy and needy.
    “Mmhmm. Our girl. Fuck, baby, love how you taste.” Josh cupped her mound, bold as brass as his palm rubbed at her.
    She jumped a little, but her toes curled in the best kind of way, so she spread for him, letting him have more of her. The seam on her jeans was maddening, the pressure on her cunt steady and strong. “Josh. Paulo. This is crazy.”
    She didn’t want it to stop.
    “No, baby. It’s finally just right. It was crazy to let you be alone so long.”
    Paulo unfastened her blouse, her jeans, his lips on her throat, on her collarbones. He nipped a little as he worked down, which made her gasp. Josh chuckled, eyes sparkling, which kind of made her crazy.
    Kind of.
    Maybe a little tempted to bite back. Hard.
    “Lift your hips, querida . Let me taste you.” Paulo’s hands helped her arch up, slide her jeans and panties down, baring her.
    She lifted right up, letting him have her. He buried his nose in her curls, his lips already sliding along her slit. “Paulo…”
    His tongue slid over her folds, then circled her clit, making her shoulders leave the mattress, her breasts press into Josh’s chest. Josh held her, one arm around her back, and he put his head to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth.
    Caught between those two sets of lips, Cheri was lost. She let out this sound—a weird, sharp noise that tore from her as pleasure clawed up her spine. She thrashed a little, but Josh held her easily, keeping her where Paulo could give her