He kissed her before she could finish her
sentence. He knew what she was about to say. She wasn’t nearly as
plain or boring as she wanted to believe. The passion was real and
she’d deprived herself because she’d thought she wasn’t good enough?
Jess balled her hands on his chest, but didn’t
push him away. He swallowed her whimpers. God, he loved the way she
tasted. He nibbled on her bottom lip, then slid his tongue along
hers. He’d never realized how good she felt in his arms.
“I want in on this,” Dillon said. “Don’t count me
Robbie broke the kiss and rested his forehead on
Jessica’s. “Honey, we’re not the best men for you. God knows, I’m a
mess and Dillon’s not perfect, but we want you.”
“Yes.” Dillon nipped her neck and elicited a
groan from her. He wound his arms around her waist.
She leaned back against Dillon’s chest. “I don’t
understand. Why now? Why me?”
“Why not?” Dillon murmured. He resumed kissing
“Because we’ve wanted this for a long time, but
kept it quiet. The exes were right to worry. We’ve had our eyes on
you.” Robbie knew as soon as he’d said the last bit that his words
were harsher than he’d meant.
“To say you had me?”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away from Robbie or Dillon.
She wasn’t just another woman. “You make me sound
horrible. Honey, you understand us,” Robbie said. He kissed her hard
on the lips. “Because I’ve dreamed about you.” He’d never get enough
“Me, too,” she said. She closed her eyes and
threaded her fingers through his belt loops.
Robbie dragged his tongue along the seam of her
mouth. He closed his hands over hers and fought the urge to strip
the hoodie from her body. He wanted to see her, to experience
everything about Jess.
She rubbed against him. “I want to do this. Want
both of you.” She tightened her grasp on the front of his jeans.
“But not here.” She stopped to kiss him. “Not at the bar.”
Of course not there. Jesus. She should be
cherished and treated like a queen. A quick fuck over the table or
on the edge of the stage wouldn’t be fair. He caught Dillon’s glance
and nodded. Robbie brushed his nose along hers. He craved her and
wanted to play music for her.
“We need you,” Dillon whispered. “Can you
handle both of us?”