Page 139 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Easier said than done. Andrew was much larger than the plug. Stretched arsehole or not, this was going to hurt.

“Okay, Amy?” Andrew asked.

The compassion in his voice instantly relaxed her. This was Andrew. He would take care of her. She let the magic of the moment sweep her away. “Yes.”

Andrew slowly pressed in, stopping several times to give her a chance to adjust, to accept this new erotic invasion.

Finally, the last inch found its way home. None of them moved. Instead, they savored the sensations of being so closely connected—bound by flesh and sweat and passion.

Andrew was the first to break the silence. “Jesus,” he muttered. “Amy.”

Her heart beat faster at the sound of her name, spoken in hushed tones. Bloody hell, she’d never felt so cherished, so adored. This was bad. Just a few days in and she was falling hard for Andrew Shaw. Really hard.

Tom began to thrust his hips, the shallow movement rocking her to the core. “Holy God,” she whispered.

Tom stopped.

She shook her head. “No. Keep going. Please.”

Andrew’s hand caressed her arse gently, then he gripped her hips and took her at her word. She’d never experienced anything so intense or overwhelming. Every sense in her body was on full alert as tingles raced along her spine. Both men murmured sexy words as they stroked her sensitive skin. Sweat rolled down her cheek as the temperature in the room spiked. It felt as if she were immersed in the center of a volcano, caught in a swirling vortex of heat, pain, pleasure.

Tom cupped her breasts, kneading her heavy flesh as Andrew grasped her hips, using his hands to drive her motions. And his. And Tom’s. He was in control of them all, directing the symphony until thunder roared in her ears and she screamed out her release.

Tom followed her next, his deep voice groaning as he came inside her. Andrew was the last to be consumed. He leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder and the nape of her neck as he whispered her name, again and again.

“Bloody hell,” she said at last as both men chucked exhaustedly.

Andrew pulled out carefully, then collapsed onto the mattress by their side. She lay boneless atop Tom’s body, unable to move. They were all breathing heavily, Tom’s heart beating out a rapid rhythm in her ear.

Amy’s eyes drifted open, closed, then open again. She was sluggish, replete, exhausted.

Tom’s hand cupped her jaw and he lifted her face. “You were incredible, Amy.”

She froze when she realized he was leaning closer to kiss her. It was silly to hesitate, considering his flaccid penis was still inside her. Regardless, it was Andrew’s kisses she craved.

Tom was a mere inch from her when Andrew’s deep voice cut the silence. “Wait.”

Tom paused, glancing over at Andrew.

Slowly, Andrew sat up and reached for her. She pushed herself up as well.

“Come here, Amy,” Andrew beckoned.

She let him take her into his arms, wrapping her tight in his powerful embrace. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her until I could get here, Tom.”

Tom’s gaze narrowed. “That sounds like a dismissal.”

Andrew lifted one shoulder. Amy watched the two friends with fascination, listening to the words that weren’t being spoken. Andrew didn’t want Tom to kiss her. She tried not to let that idea sink in too deeply. She was already having trouble with her heart. This romantic gesture wasn’t going to help.

“I’m sorry. I just…” Andrew’s words faded, but neither she nor Tom needed to hear the rest.

Tom grinned. “Gotcha.” He placed a soft kiss on Amy’s cheek. “Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

She laughed. Talk about an understatement. She’d never had a night like this and couldn’t for the life of her figure out a way she could ever top it. “Ta muchly, Tom.”

He dressed, his gaze returning to the two of them sitting in each other’s arms. Andrew hadn’t moved to kiss her or cover her up. In fact, the poor lad was looking a bit shell-shocked. It was awesome.

As Tom walked to the door, he turned and gave them a quick nod. Then he said, “It’s about time,” and left.