“Help me out here,” she said with a nervous laugh. “What comes next?”

Carson’s blue eyes twinkled. “I do.” He took her hand and guided it inside his pants.

She took another breath, gathering every ounce of naughty courage she possessed, and finally wrapped her fingers over his c**k and started stroking him.

He groaned, and she saw him fumble with his waistband, attempting to push his pants down. “Help me out here,” he mimicked, his features taut with unrestrained lust.

Sinking to her knees, she pulled down his khakis and boxers, wondering if the blood drumming in her ears was a result of the tequila she’d drunk downstairs or the hard c**k that sprang up against her face. God, he was big.

She circled his tip with her index finger and he shuddered. “Shit, that’s nice,” he said hoarsely.

She shifted her head and saw that Garrett was now leaning against the arm of her old patterned sofa. He was still clothed, still watching her with those sexy dark eyes.

She squeezed Carson’s shaft, then met Garrett’s gaze at the same time she took his friend’s c**k into her mouth.

With a moan, Carson tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her, pushing his erection deeper into her mouth. Garrett’s eyes narrowed, and the fire she saw there nearly made her keel over backwards. Swallowing hard, she finally broke eye contact and focused on the delightful task of sucking Carson’s dick.

She ran her tongue along his shaft, flicking over the sensitive underside. He groaned in approval, still holding her against him with one warm hand. Her pu**y throbbed as she licked him from base to tip, her body growing hotter and tighter the longer she moved her mouth up and down his cock. The room was quiet save for Carson’s ragged breathing and the sound of the suction her mouth was making over his dick.

“Bedroom,” came Garrett’s gruff voice.

She tore her lips away from Carson’s cock, realizing for the first time that they hadn’t even made it to a bed yet. She was on her knees in the middle of her living room, Carson’s erection hovering in front of her face while Garrett watched from the couch.

The scene was so deliciously dirty that she almost sagged forward, the carpet scratching her bare knees. He was right. They definitely needed a bed.

Shelby couldn’t remember getting up, couldn’t recall how Carson ended up lying in her bed while she kneeled between his legs and continued driving him wild with her tongue, but somehow they got there, and suddenly Garrett’s hands were stroking her from behind. The mattress sagged, the springs creaked, and she gasped when she felt his fingers tugging on her ni**les.

God, was it possible to be this turned on? There were too many things going on at once. Carson’s c**k in her mouth, Garrett’s palms on her br**sts, his erection pressed against her ass.

Then Garrett’s hot breath was fanning across the nape of her neck. “You want me to f**k you while you suck Carson’s dick?” he muttered, rolling her ni**les between his fingers.

All she could do was whimper.

He gently tipped her forward and she gasped when he slid one finger into her already sopping-wet pu**y. “You love this, don’t you, Shelby?” he taunted, then pressed his lips to her neck.

Pleasure surged through her. She felt like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, only to erupt out of the blue, with such force, such power, that it covered everything, everyone, with hot smoldering lava and to hell with the consequences. She pushed her ass into Garrett’s exploring finger, her lips still wrapped around Carson’s dick.

A delighted cry tore out of her throat when Garrett worked another finger into her pu**y. He slid those two long fingers in and out of her, so hard and deep that she almost bit down on Carson, who obviously sensed her inability to multitask and gently pulled her up.

She found herself sprawled over Carson’s rippled chest, her br**sts pressed against his defined pecs, while her ass jutted out to accommodate Garrett’s talented fingers.

Carson pinched her ni**les, rolling the rigid peaks with his fingers. He smiled when she let out a soft sigh, then tugged on her hair and angled her head so they were at eye-level, so he could brush his warm lips over hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. Her body was overcome with sensation—Garrett’s fingers inside her, Carson’s hands squeezing and playing with her br**sts, the hot tongue inside her mouth and the c**k twitching against her belly.

“Do you like having John finger you while my tongue is in your mouth?” Carson whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she squeezed out.

“I’m going crazy here,” he added, his features creased with pure hunger. He grasped one of her hands and dragged it down to his cock, urging her to jerk him off.

Garrett’s husky voice drifted from behind. “Will you come if I keep doing this, baby?” He added a third finger into the mix then began stroking her clit with his thumb.

“Eventually,” she managed to utter, her mind spinning from the tornado of pleasure assaulting her body.

“Eventually?” Garrett made a tsk-tsk sound. “Can’t have that. We want you to come now, don’t we, Carson?”

“Oh yeah.”

Garrett pulled his fingers out and she almost wept with disappointment. A second later she was weeping with delight, because suddenly she was on her back and Garrett’s head was between her legs. His warm mouth covered her pu**y, his tongue flicked over her clit and…oh yes…his fingers were back too. The pleasure was so intense she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone stroke Carson, who’d shifted and was now lying next to her. He didn’t seem to mind that her hand had stopped moving. Instead, he just pushed that hand away and lowered his mouth to her breast.