Wild Dreams: A Friends to Lovers romance (Wilder Irish Book 12), Mari Carr [motivational books for men .TXT] 📗

shook her head. “I have some chicken marinating. Won’t take me a minute to pan fry it. I made a tossed salad too. After all the heavy meals we’ve had lately, I thought it wouldn’t hurt us all to eat something light for a night.”

“I agree,” Oliver said. “And I’m glad you’re not cooking yet. We can eat it after.”

Erin rolled her eyes as Gavin rubbed his hands gleefully.

“You both have a one-track mind,” Erin chastised, hoping neither of them called her out. Because there was no denying her train was on the same rails and right behind them. Shit, she was probably in front of them.

Oliver raised his eyebrows. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather eat a light dinner over working up a little appetite beforehand? Because if so, I’ve terribly misjudged you.”

Erin laughed as she stood and started down the hall. She didn’t bother to look over her shoulder as she called out, “Last one to the bedroom has to watch me give the other one a blowjob.”

She probably should have considered her taunt more carefully when the thunder of feet came barreling down the hallway behind her, and she recalled exactly how competitive Gavin and Oliver were. She’d only just managed to get in the bedroom when she heard a loud crash against the wall outside her door.

Erin turned and laughed when she saw Oliver and Gavin in an honest-to-God, true-brothers shoving match, trying to be the first to get into the room.

She raised her hands in a gesture of peace. “Forget it. Blowjobs for both of you.”

Just like that, they stopped jostling for position and walked into the bedroom. Their matching looks—primal, hungry, dominant—had her rethinking once again. “Or um…” she said, backing across the room until her legs hit the baseboard of the bed. “Maybe you both should just go down on me.”

“Seems to me,” Oliver mused to Gavin, “we’ve been letting our sweet girl think she can call the shots in the bedroom. You getting that feeling, Gavin?”

Gavin crossed his broad arms, the act drawing her attention to just how built he really was. “I am, but I’m the new guy here. Just figured you were too indulgent, letting her get her own way. She’s kind of spoiled.”

Oliver chuckled, the sound somehow both menacing and hot as hell. “There’s no kind of to it. She’s very spoiled.”

Erin fought to school her features, but she was a sucker for a dominant man and when faced with not one but two, well…she was pretty sure she’d been a damn saint in a prior life to deserve this.

She must have failed to hide her excitement because Gavin narrowed his eyes.

“She doesn’t appear to be taking this seriously.”

Erin winked playfully, hoping to poke both her tigers. It worked.

Gavin reached out, twisting her until her back was pressed against his rock-hard abs. He wrapped his arms around her, banding her waist with one forearm, her breasts with the other. Her entire body went into overdrive when he shifted the arm on her breasts higher, his large hand coming to rest just at the base of her throat.

She didn’t even bother to try to break free. Gavin’s muscular arms felt like steel chains and she loved it.

Oliver cupped her cheek, the touch almost gentle compared to the dark, penetrating look in his eyes. “You going to behave for us, sweet girl? Or do we need to tie you to that bed?”

Erin bit her lower lip. Oliver had introduced her to bondage a couple months earlier, and it had been some of the most intense, incredible sex of her life. Since then, they hadn’t had a chance to revisit it. Primarily because they’d both had roommates up until a couple weeks ago, and even with the gag Oliver had placed between her lips, she’d been way too loud and completely incapable of restraining her cries.

“Oh, I think we both know you’re going to have to make me behave,” she taunted.

Oliver’s smile radiated pure dominance. “Good answer.” He turned and walked to her closet. He’d been in her room enough to know her collection of scarves hung on a hook on the back of the door. He helped himself to four of them as Gavin, who still held her, began kissing the side of her neck.

She jerked and cried out when he sank his teeth into the sensitive place where her neck turned into shoulder.

“Gavin,” she breathed, hoping to entice him to bite her again. Before he could give her what she wanted, Oliver was back. He lifted his chin up just once, silently indicating something Gavin must have understood.

Gavin released her and she instantly missed his strong arms. She did a quarter turn so she didn’t have her back turned to either of her lovers. The game was on and she intended to give them a run for their money.

She grinned as she took a half step back, slowly moving toward the bedroom door. The idea of making them chase her appealed more than she could say.

“I wouldn’t suggest it,” Gavin said, the rumble in his voice doing wicked things to all the fun parts of her body. Her nipples tightened while her pussy clenched in anticipation.

“Suggest what?” she asked coyly, even as she took another step back.

Oliver shook his head, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wrapped one of the scarves in his hand around his palm in a way she was certain he’d intended to be menacing. The shame of it was, it ratcheted her arousal even higher.

“Get undressed,” Gavin said.

Neither man had moved toward her, but she could see they were tightly sprung coils, ready to pounce if she made any sudden movements.

Erin pulled her T-shirt over her head. She’d shed her bra about thirty seconds after getting home from work, something both her lovers clearly appreciated now.

“Fuck,” Gavin whispered reverently, his gaze locked on her breasts. She’d never been with anyone who’d ever made her feel truly beautiful before Gavin and Oliver. It was