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

a heady, wonderful thing, something she wished every woman on the planet could feel at some point in their lives.

Next, she shed her lounge pants, kicking them off. She hadn’t bothered with panties either, when she’d come home and changed out of her scrubs. So two discarded pieces of clothing later, she was completely naked.

“Your turn,” she said.

Oliver shot Gavin a look when he popped the top button on his flannel. Gavin gave him a grin that screamed “oops,” and lowered his hands.

“Um…I’m waiting,” she said, perfectly aware she was provoking the beasts.

Oliver’s eyes narrowed, his hand fisting on the scarf looped around his palm. “Get on the bed, Erin.”

She tilted her head, trying to decide her next move. She loved the idea of a chase, but she was still standing too close to them. If she tried to run now, they’d catch her before she made it to the bedroom door.

Her hesitance didn’t go unnoticed by either man.

“Do it now and we’ll take it easy on you,” Gavin said.

Foolish man. Easy was the last thing she wanted.

“Just your shirts,” she asked, feigning an innocence neither man was buying. “Please? I love looking at you.”

Oliver and Gavin exchanged a look. While it was clear Oliver was ready to put his foot down, Gavin was still too new to their bedroom play. And too anxious to get to the good stuff. Something she intended to use to her favor.

“Pretty please,” she said, directing her request only to Gavin.

Once more, Gavin lifted his hands and unbuttoned another button. Oliver reacted exactly as she anticipated, taking his attention from her to reach out and still Gavin’s actions. That split second of distraction was all she needed as she spun around and sprinted toward the door.

She was only halfway down the hall when a strong arm banded her around the middle, pulling her to an abrupt halt.

“Bad girl,” Oliver murmured in her ear.

She shivered, not with fear but excitement.

As Oliver dragged her back to the bedroom, she realized Gavin hadn’t given chase. When they entered the room, she spotted him standing next to the bed, his shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging open. Likewise, he’d unbuckled his belt, but it still remained in the loops of his jeans. He was the very image of a dangerous bad boy, and she wasn’t the only one affected by him.

“Jesus,” Oliver murmured, still gripping her tightly.

She wiggled her ass against Oliver’s denim-clad erection. He was rock hard, ready to go. But the past year had proven her boyfriend was a master when it came to building a scene. His patience in their sexual play was unshakeable. And God knew she’d tried to shake it a time or three thousand.

“Bring her over here,” Gavin directed.

Erin wasn’t sure she’d survive if Gavin turned out to be as dominant as Oliver in the bedroom.

She noticed the scarves Oliver had retrieved from the closet on the bed…waiting for her.

Gavin pointed toward the floor. “Kneel there, sweet girl. I think you promised me and Ollie blowjobs.”

Erin was on her knees before she could even finish processing the request. She wanted this. Wanted them.

Oliver stepped next to Gavin, both of them lowering the zippers on their jeans. Erin reached up, intent on taking them in her hands, but Gavin stopped her, cupping her cheek in his large palm, tipping her head back until she was looking at them.

Oliver grabbed one of the scarves from the bed and made quick work of claiming her hands, tying them behind her back. She tested the knot, though she should have realized Oliver didn’t mess around when it came to bondage.

“And now,” Gavin said, his voice so low it sounded like a growl, “we get serious.”

13

Oliver watched as Erin shivered in response to Gavin’s sensual threat. With her hands tied behind her back, her beautiful, large breasts were pushed out, and he couldn’t resist reaching down to pinch one of her hard nipples.

Erin moaned, her eyes drifting closed.

They couldn’t have that.

Oliver released her breast and gripped a handful of her hair in his fist, tugging on it until she was looking up at them. Her eyes were cloudy with arousal—their girl had a penchant for hair pulling—and it took everything Oliver had not to toss her facedown on the bed and pound inside that sweet pussy of hers.

However, Gavin clearly had different plans. He might still be new to sex with a woman, but damn if he hadn’t taken to it like a fish in water.

“Give me her mouth,” Gavin demanded.

Oliver used his grip on her hair to direct her toward Gavin.

“Open up, sweet girl,” Gavin murmured, his thumb on her lower lip. Erin’s lips parted and Gavin grasped his dick, pushing the head of it inside.

Oliver kept his hand in her hair and he used it now to push her closer. A soft gagging sound told him Gavin’s cock was brushing the back of her throat, so he pulled her away a moment before pushing her back.

Gavin groaned, the sound deep and guttural. “Fuck, that feels good.” He lifted his gaze to Oliver. “Go faster.”

Oliver picked up his pace, pushing and pulling Erin’s mouth along their lover’s dick. Erin didn’t resist, didn’t bother to hide how much she loved Oliver’s control. Her soft mews, her hard nipples, the way she pressed her thighs tightly together told him everything he needed to know. She was sensual and adventurous, and while she’d kick his ass if he ever actually called her a submissive out loud, there was no denying that—in the bedroom—that was exactly what she was.

“Look at me, Erin,” Gavin said, his hand cupping her cheek. “Let me see those pretty brown eyes while you take me in your mouth.”

Oliver stood to her side so when she lifted her gaze, Gavin wasn’t the only one who got to see the arousal in her eyes.

Oliver used his free hand to touch Gavin, running a hand along his back until it landed on his ass.

Gavin cursed when Oliver ran