She discovered some things she hadn’t expected within moments of that first kiss. Doc Williams had been hiding his light under a bushel. He was always so restrained, so quietly kind, she’d imagined his kiss would make her feel warm. Like coming home. And it did, but it was so much more than that.
She was on fire. She had no idea he would kiss with such a passionate ferocity. That she would feel the bite of his teeth on her lower lip. That his beard scraping against her, almost roughly, would only add to her desire. As his sensual, industrious tongue sparred and tangled with her own, showing no mercy, she had to admit it. Chris was on hell of a kisser.
His hands slid down her back until he reached the curve of her ass. He squeezed as he lifted her off her toes, as he pressed her against his hardening arousal.
Had she understated his kissing abilities a moment ago? He was perfect.
Georgia also realized something about herself that she’d never known. The lonely hermit who had spent her life out of the spotlight, despite constant requests from her publisher to do book signings or speaking engagements, loved being watched. Maybe it was just them. Just tonight. But knowing Jimmy and Flynn were both watching as Chris destroyed her, as he made filthy, dirty love to her mouth, was a fantasy come true.
It made her feel powerful. And it made her want more.
Chris nipped at her chin, leaving her lips with obvious difficulty. His blue eyes were dark; sparking with a fire she’d only seen glimpses of before. He lowered her to her feet but didn’t remove his hands from her body. “James was right, Georgia. I almost couldn’t stop. You’re so beautiful.”
Looking into his eyes, she felt beautiful. She rubbed his biceps and shoulders as she fought to catch her breath. “Ditto, Doc.”
Chris chuckled, but his hands tightened on her ass reflexively, subtly rocking her against his erection. “Are you sure you know what’s happening? That you haven’t had too much to drink? We can still stop. It might kill me, but we can still stop. I don’t want anyone to have regrets.”
Her heart skipped at his words. He was a good man. A truly decent and honorable man. Where had he—where had they been hiding all her life? “Still being the caretaker?” She grinned up at him, licking her lips. “No regrets. What about you?”
Georgia turned in Chris’s arms to study the two other men in the room. Jimmy was leaning forward on the couch, his expression predatory, as though he could pounce at any moment. Flynn, who’d seemed the one with the most reservations, was watching her hungrily, all hesitation apparently gone.
Still, she had to ask. The tequila must have well and truly loosened her tongue. Of course, Chris had helped. “I’ve wondered about it a lot lately. Haven’t you? Having friends who share—a woman or a man—has to make you think about it.” She narrowed her gaze on Flynn, who shifted a little uncomfortably on the balls of his feet and a spark of jealousy surprised her. “Some of you may not have to wonder.”
Georgia squeezed Chris’ hand and then headed in Flynn’s direction. She heard Jimmy’s surprised exclamation. “You? The one who is always joking about the orgy palace? I just thought you were a prude.”
“He’s not.” Georgia was sure now. “He was jealous. He’s experienced it and he wants to again, don’t you, Flynn?”
Flynn’s jerky nod as she reached him made her hesitate. “Did you care about her? Them? You don’t have to do th—”
Flynn slid both his hands in her thick curls and tugged her head back. “I care about you, Georgia. I told you I wanted you. When you ran away, I thought it was because you didn’t want me back.”
He didn’t wait for her response. With her neck arched, Flynn kissed lips already sensitive from Chris’s onslaught. He worshipped her with his lips, nibbling and sucking, stroking her teeth and the roof of her mouth with his tongue.
Georgia felt like no part of her had been left unexplored. She was open. Visible and bare in a way she’d never been before. Flynn had sought out speed in his life, with cars, on mountains, on snowmobiles. But with her, he was taking his time. Methodically driving her insane.
Her thighs were shaking, her body aware of every sensation, every touch, every breeze. The intensity of the moment. Of being shared by these men who she’d believed were too beautiful to be real. It was almost too much to take in.
She leaned into his hands, her own clenching at her stomach, desperately wanting to slide between her legs. She needed release. She needed Chris to pump against her. To press her sex against Jimmy’s hard stomach. To feel Flynn’s cock sliding into her sex. She moaned in distress and pulled away.
“Georgia, honey, you’re shaking.” Jimmy came up beside them, patting the shell-shocked Flynn’s back and reaching out to grab Georgia’s clenched hands. “What is it you need?”
“She needs us,” Chris answered for her, coming up behind her to lift her into his arms and take her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her across his lap, stroking her heated skin. “She needs release, don’t you Georgia?”
She hesitated. She could stop this anytime, she knew. Because she knew them. Knew they wouldn’t hold it against her. Wouldn’t force her. Days of close quarters, of smelling them on her and dreaming about them, had taken its toll. Now, kissing them, reacting to each of their touches so strongly…it threw her. Was she a harlot after all? Did it matter?
For once, Jimmy wasn’t arguing with Chris. “You’re right. She needs to come. Flynn, help Chris get her out of those clothes while I get supplies.”
Supplies? Georgia wondered hazily as she sat on Chris’s lap and he rocked her ass against his cock. Condoms? Handcuffs? Rope? Her mind raced with possibilities.
She sensed Flynn come up beside them moments before he
r arms were raised in the air and her shirt came off over her head. She glanced down at her bra. It was simple ivory lace covering what she’d always considered to be average breasts. Not too big and not too small. Though if she went by Chris’s pleased expression she might have thought they were Playboy-worthy.
Flynn undid the hooks and the bra hung loosely on her shoulders. Chris smiled. “This will be the second time I’ve seen you naked.”
Georgia blushed. “Is it time for another examination, Doctor?”
His jaw clenched, nostril flaring with surprised arousal. Georgia smiled. Oh, he’d had that fantasy, had he? She would have to remember that. “Let’s hope this time you’re a bit more…thorough.”