...Nothing could’ve prepared Matt for how much he wanted this…both Bev and Brye at the same time. He watched as they flitted about the spacious room lighting candles. He hadn’t realized how many were dispersed throughout. The two of them, so similar in coloring with their blond hair and unusual eyes—Brye’s green and Bev’s amethyst—were a sight to savor. He rubbed his hand along his growing hard-on. With a flick, he dropped the towel from around his waist. Both stopped to stare.

“My, my,” Bev said with a breathless voice, as she slipped off her robe.

“Tall, dark, handsome and hung.”

“Oh, yes.” She reached for Brye’s hand again. “Show me the way.”

Brye laughed, a rich, throaty sound as he slipped a finger under the tiny shoulder strap of her sexy lingerie. “Let’s unwrap Matt’s gift.” He walked behind her and caught the other strap. With every move, Brye’s eyes didn’t leave Matt’s face.

The heat generated by these two people incinerated him…annihilated him. Matt trembled with desire. It was all he could do not to fuck his own hand to ease the sexual tension just a little.

“Is she beautiful?” Brye asked as he lowered the top to expose Bev’s breasts.

They were small, but perfect pale globes with nipples only a couple of shades darker than her skin. He wanted to touch…to taste. “Beautiful. More than I imagined.”

Brye took the lingerie all the way to the floor.

Matt’s cock throbbed. In the flickering candlelight he’d never seen a woman more perfect, but then he’d always known she would be.

“Don’t just stand there, cowboy.” Brye rolled his eyes. “Show her how good she looks.”

Before he got to her, she turned to tousle Brye’s hair. And she giggled, a sound and act that almost made Matt jealous. He wanted to be the one to amuse her. The emotional response surprised him, even while he was intimately familiar with it.

Before he did or said something stupid, he crossed the room and gathered Bev into his arms. She clung to him, her bare skin against his. Her fingers splayed over his chest as if she touched his heart. Her unique fragrance filled his head and he breathed deeper. Once again, his reasons for denying himself seemed all wrong and foolish. “Thank you.”

She gazed into his eyes, but didn’t respond. When he came to the bed, he slid them both across the surface of the silk sheets. He’d thought to begin with a kiss, but with his face so near her tits, he couldn’t resist. He drew a nipple into his mouth, while his hand captured the other. The sweet taste, the creamy soft texture, the clean, womanly smell of her skin all worked together to enhance his delight.

It had to be Bev. No other woman would do it for him, not like this. His strong sexual response to her only confirmed his convictions. If only he’d handled it better…less heavy-handed and erratic with his moods. Bev moaned and writhed under his ministrations. She sank her fingers into his hair on either side of his head.