Both men looked at her, and the looks they gave her were intense...the looks predators gave their prey.
“You’re supposed to ask him ‘truth or dare’,” Roman said slowly.
Scarlet let out a noisy sigh. “Tate, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine...have you been practicing your ménage sex?”
Tate ran his tongue over his teeth. “I’ve had a few threesomes.”
“Two girls? Two boys? One of each?”
“Ah ah ah, you already asked your question.” Tate waggled his finger at her.
“Oh, we’re going to play it like that, are we?” She shook her head in mock disgust, but her body was warm with burgeoning arousal, and it looked like, seemed like, the guys were also ready to play the game the sexy way.
Not that she’d really doubted that. There had been this underlying sexual attraction between the three of them since the first day they met at headquarters.
“Roman,” Tate said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Tate looked back and forth between her and Roman. “I dare you to kiss Scarlet.”
Yes! Yes yes yes.
Scarlet sat up, even as Roman slid off the side of the tub, kneeling on the floor and facing her, his hands braced as he leaned over.
Just before she closed her eyes, Scarlet’s gaze met Tate’s, and in that shared moment, she knew that this would only be the first kiss of the night.
Roman continued to be a surprise, one constant stream of contradictions. He never acted the way she expected, and this kiss was just one more example of that.
He was a fairly staid, serious man, but in this moment, he kissed her with a roughness, a passion, that quite simply took her breath away.
One minute his hands were braced on the side of the bathtub, the next they were tangled in her hair, pulling it just enough to tingle, then burn. He pressed her lips apart, their tongues stroking, tasting.
One of his hands released her hair and he gripped the back of her neck, keeping her lips against his when she started to pull back. Not because she wanted to stop but because she needed air. She was light-headed. And horny.
She was really fucking horny.
Roman gave no sign of being even close to finished. Until Tate cleared his throat.
“Am I going to get a chance to play?”
Scarlet shot him a glance, grinning wickedly. “You’re the one who picked ‘truth’.”
Tate narrowed his eyes. “Ask me again.”
She shook her head. “No. It’s my turn to be asked.”
Roman chuckled. “Fine. Truth or dare, Scarlet.”
Scarlet grinned as she winked at Tate. He started to move closer, ready to accept whatever dare Roman might issue. If only he knew her well enough to know she always got even. “Truth,” she said.
Tate leaned back against the toilet tank, not bothering to restrain the growl that escaped. The first thing she’d noticed about Tate when they’d been introduced was the size of his arms. The man was seriously built. The second thing she’d noticed had been his sexy, deep, smooth as silk voice. She was fairly certain Tate could actually “talk” her to an orgasm without having to lay a single finger on her. Normally the sexiness of that voice was offset, somewhat, by his playful personality. She wanted to hear that voice when he was so turned on that he was near the edge of his own control.
The idea of Tate losing control, his hands rough, big arms flexing as he pushed her down over the bed, where Roman would be waiting to grab her, hold her down…
Roman crossed his arms, giving her a sinfully wicked smile that told her she would have been smarter to choose a dare.
“When you fantasize about the two of us fucking you, who’s where?”
Scarlet didn’t even bother to demur. “Tate is fucking me while I give you a blow job. But that’s only after both of you have gone down on me and given me a few dozen orgasms.”
Roman arched a brow and grinned, but Tate didn’t even crack a smile. “Someone dare me to go down on Scarlet. Right now.”
“We should start with undressing,” Roman said primly, but he was reaching for her.
“Do it,” Scarlet said, her hand already in Roman’s as he pulled her up to help her out of the bathtub. None of them hesitated to return to the bedroom despite the torturous song. They’d trashed the room, the box spring still on its side, the mattress stripped of all blankets and sheets. Not that they needed any of that.
The bare mattress was more than enough to accomplish this dare.
Who was she fooling? The game was over.
Her response to Roman’s question had been the truth. And while they’d only known each other a few weeks, her initial physical attraction to them had given way to full-blown desire as she got to know them better.
Tate reached for the hem of her shirt, yanking it off her in one quick, smooth pull. Roman shifted behind her, unhooking her bra, which landed on the floor with her shirt. Tate and Roman each pulled off their own shirts, the pile of clothing growing as they each added their jeans, then her panties, and their boxer briefs.
“Get on the bed, Scarlet,” Tate said.
She dropped to her knees on the mattress, her eyes locked with Tate’s.
“Beautiful,” Roman murmured as he reached out to run his hand over her hair. “Lay down. On your back.”
She was already halfway there, too impatient to play coy, to pretend she wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be.
She lay down in the middle of the mattress, gazing up at the two sexiest men she’d ever seen. Roman and Tate knelt on either side of her, looking but not touching. It was as maddening as it was arousing.
When neither man made a move to advance the game, she parted her legs. “Dare you,” she whispered.
Tate responded as if she’d fired a shot from a starter pistol. He shifted until he knelt between her outstretched thighs, reaching beneath her knees to lift her legs, opening her even more.
Roman remained next to them, his gaze following Tate’s movements.
She gasped at the first stroke of Tate’s tongue against her clit. Then he swept it along her opening, prompting her to moan. Tate was a man of action, and he didn’t seem compelled to ease her into anything. His thumbs held her open as he licked and nipped and stroked. Scarlet writhed beneath him, unable to hold still under the tantalizing assault.
Roman continued to watch but didn’t seek to join in. It appeared their mild-mannered accountant was a voyeur at heart. She started to reach out, anxious to take his thick cock in her hand, but Roman moved backwards, shaking his head.
“The dare involved a few dozen orgasms this way first.” His comment captured Tate’s attention, and he lifted his head for a second to see what had prompted it. Satisfied with what he saw, he bent down once more, but this time he pressed his tongue inside her.
Tate gripped her upper thighs, holding her tight to the bed, helpless to do anything except give herself over to him. She was right on the precipice of coming when she realized Tate’s tongue was fucking her in time with the beat of the song. The pace was intense, manic, amazing.
Lick my clit, do do, do do do do. Lick my clit...
Chapter Five
Roman watched as Tate drove Scarlet out of her mind, certain he’d never seen anything so incredibly sexy in his life. Reaching down, he firmly gripped his own dick at the base and slowly stroked the length of it.