With Strings Attached by Kelly Jamieson Page B

Well, fuck him.
    Okay not literally, though they were apparently about to get into bed together. It was Corey he wanted to fuck.
    If Corey wanted it, he was going to damn well do it.
    He smiled at her and her tense expression eased into…arousal. “C’mere,” he said softly, extending a hand to her. She drifted across the kitchen to him and he pulled her into his arms in a warm hug. She melted against him in that way that made him burn so hot. He bent his head and murmured in her ear, for only her to hear, “You sure, Cor?”
    If she wanted to back out, he wanted to give her the chance.
    She nodded, her head pressed against him. Her body quivered in his arms. Matt looked over the top of her head and met Dylan’s eyes. Dylan grinned, clearly excited by the idea. No doubt he’d done this a time or two. Matt knew what kind of life Dylan led. That time he’d visited him in Hawaii it had been an endless string of tanned girls with hot bodies in bikinis. Threesomes and orgies were probably old hat for him. Matt had never had a threesome, but by God, he wasn’t going to let Dylan show him up, not here, not in bed, not anywhere. They were friends, but come on, it was his sexual prowess at stake here, with Corey, who despite being “just friends”, he cared a helluva lot about.
    “All right then,” he said. He slipped a hand under her chin and turned her face up to him. He needed to see her eyes, to know she really wanted this. He looked deep into those green eyes and saw hunger and heat there. When her hips moved against him he knew she was hot and Christ, that made him hot too. He too pressed his hips forward, saw her pupils dilate, her soft lips part and he bent his head again, this time for a kiss.
    Their mouths met and clung in a long, slow kiss, awareness that Dylan was standing there watching them ratcheting up the heat level. When her little tongue touched his bottom lip, and then slid into his mouth, he sucked on it, so gently, and she moaned. He loved her moans, so sexy and soft, loved how responsive she was. His hand cupped her face, the other sliding around to her back, then down, into the dip of her spine, then lower over the swell of her ass. So firm and round. She had the sweetest ass.
    His body went up in flames.
    Well, that’s what it felt like, as her hands moved to his shoulders and clung, her mouth open beneath his, their tongues tangling, breath mingling. Heat stabbed at his balls and his cock hardened even more, need surging inside him.
    He lifted his head and stared down at her, her shiny swollen lips, her eyes so dark green they were almost black. She gazed back up at him. Then he again looked at Dylan, across the small room.
    Dylan moved closer, up behind Corey and set his hands on her waist. Matt turned her to face his friend and then watched as Dylan kissed her.
    It was hot. Kinda like watching porn, up close and personal. It was Corey, who was so hot to begin with. He kept touching her while they kissed, touching her hair, her back, her shoulders.
    “Oh my God,” she whispered when hers and Dylan’s mouths parted. Matt tugged her long hair so her head fell back and she turned toward him. He bent and kissed her, moving up closer behind her, letting her sweet little ass press into his groin where he ached. He held her chin with his fingertips, again aware of Dylan watching. Lust ripped through him. When he lifted his mouth, all three of them were breathing heavily.
    “So hot, baby,” he whispered, his fingertips rubbing her soft cheek. “So hot.”
    “Bedroom?” Dylan asked hoarsely.
    Matt turned and led the way, Corey’s small hand tucked in his, Dylan hobbling along behind them. He went to his room; Dylan’s was out of the question with the small double bed in there. His had a generous king-size bed. He’d had to convert two small bedrooms into a master bedroom to accommodate it, but he was tall and liked lots of room when he slept, and now he was damn grateful for that big bed, as