Blame it on the Tequila by Fiona Cole (the reading strategies book txt) 📕

“Yeah, Supernova here likes porn—specifically exhibitionism,” he announced, stepping up behind me.

“Parker,” I gasped.

Ash shifted his full attention to me, the dark pools of his eyes swirling with who knew what. Sin. Dark promises. “Oh, yeah?”

“It’s just Ash,” Parker explained. He slid his hands to my hips to soothe me, and I realized he was right. It was just Ash, and honestly, in the small bus, my fantasy might have been the tamest among the guys.

“Yeah. Just me.” Ash set his bass aside and rose from the couch, prowling closer like a panther to close the distance between him and his prey. “And if you ever want to fulfill this fantasy—I’d happily be the man to play the role.”

Parker’s hands squeezed tight at Ash’s suggestion. I was sure he was taunting, teasing—being typical Ash, but there was also truth behind it. And feeling Parker’s reaction to the suggestion spurred my own, and rather than laughing it off, we let it linger and grow.

The idea swelled, taking me over.

I met Ash’s gaze, stepping to the edge of his darkness, the promise lapping at my toes like waves on a shore, begging me to come in. My nipples hardened at the thought.

Parker pressed his front to my back, his hard length against my ass. A shiver raced down my body when he pressed the gentlest kisses up my neck to nip at my ear.

“What do you think?” he whispered, his breath teasing the hollow of my ear. “You want to let Ash be our voyeur? Want to turn our little game into a reality?”

Ash’s eyes finally freed mine to watch Parker’s hand trail up my stomach to swirl his fingers around my nipple. I clenched my jaw to fight back the whimper, failing when Ash made a show of adjusting his length in his pants.

My head fell back to Parker’s shoulder and rolled to meet his eyes—the pupils almost completely blocking out the brilliant blue. “Do you?” I asked.

He pushed his dick into me harder. “You know I do. But only if you’re okay with it—only if it turns you on.”

Closing my eyes, I took stock of my body. My nipples pulled tight and aching. Every time Parker gently brushed them, a string of electricity shot to my core, pulsing with need. Wetness coated my thighs, and I ached to feel anything between them to ease the building need. Did I want this?

Yes.

Did I want it with Ash?

I met his eyes again for only a moment—but a moment was all I needed. With Parker’s arms around me, the answer was easy.

Yes.

I rolled my hips, biting Parker’s chin. “You know it does.” He groaned, his muscles tightening behind me like an animal ready to pounce. “No sex,” I clarified before we got too far into the moment.

“No sex,” he agreed. His hand shifted from my hip to between my legs, cupping me, looking directly to Ash. “This is mine.”

“Fair enough,” Ash agreed. “Maybe just a taste?”

“She does taste awfully sweet,” Parker murmured against my neck, his hand gently massaging between my legs, inching my dress higher.

Air brushed the wet heat between my legs just before his fingers slid through my folds. I gasped at the swipe and burned with the knowledge that Ash caught his first glimpse of my pussy—that he’d get more than a glance by the end of the night.

Parker stroked his damp fingers along my bottom lip, and my tongue followed, tasting myself.

“I’m gonna need a bed ASAP,” Ash growled.

We moved to Parker’s room just off the living room, and the French doors clicked closed like a director’s clapboard starting the action. Parker gently brushed his fingers up one arm, across my back, and down the other. “How would you like her?”

“On the bed. Legs spread wide. I want to eat her pussy.”

I’d always called Ash’s eyes the pools leading to sin, but those were empty words compared to the depth of desire in them now. I’d had no idea how deep they went, but I knew I’d get a glimpse tonight.

Parker directed us to the bed, scooting back until he was pressed to the pillows. He shed his shirt before pulling me up between his legs—my back to his front. Ash’s shirt went next, and I marveled at the lean ripple of muscle covering every inch. He’d always been ripped, even in high school, but over the years, he bulked up and had a few tattoos across his hard flesh. He crawled up the bed and never looked away from my gaze once. Not even when Parker’s calloused tips started at my knee and scraped up my thigh, hitting the hem of my dress and tugging that to my hips.

The cool air brushed starkly against the wet heat saturating my core. Just the slightest sensation felt like too much, like a feather in the wind waiting to be tipped over the edge, but it was nothing compared to when Parker gripped the inside of my knees and pulled them apart.

Ash’s eyes dropped then and landed on my core like a physical touch, dragging a needy whimper from my parted lips. My chest heaved for air, trying to keep up with my racing heart, pumping adrenaline and fire through my veins. Needing an anchor, I linked my fingers with Parker’s and held on.

Ash scooted closer and, without looking away, asked, “What about her tits. Can I play with them?”

“If she’ll allow it.”

I nodded before he finished answering.

Ash’s hand moved at a snail’s pace closing the distance between us, and when he finally reached me, it was a butterfly-soft touch, stroking the smooth wet folds. Up one side and down the other, each time with a little more pressure, the circle closing in until he parted my pussy and finally circled down around my opening and up past my clit. I rocked my hips, searching for friction, only earning me a dark chuckle.

“Eager.”

“Horny,” I growled in response.

Another deep laugh, but as if his finger was attached to his body, when he