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it. She let it go and waited for their lead. As she expected, Ash took charge.
    “You open up the suite?” He
addressed the question to his brother.
    “I did.”
    “Sinclair, you go up to the master
suite and use the bathroom, whatever you need to do while we clean up down
here. Strip off and wait for us in bed.”
    Holy crap. Game time. Sinclair slipped off the stool
to her feet and made her way toward the door with no hesitation. As she passed
through, she allowed the blanket to drop to the floor, the rustle of the fabric
loud in the silence of the kitchen. The fridge compressor kicked on but didn’t
muffle the choked sounds made by her men, nor the clatter of dishes and
silverware as they started clean up. Right. She bet they’d heave everything in the sink for Rose
to find when she got back tomorrow evening if Sinclair didn’t tidy up first.
But she giggled to herself and ran up the stairs, feeling only a little awkward
wearing nothing below the waist.
    She hadn’t been in the master suite
in some time, the door closed and the rooms unoccupied for years. As with the
other renovations, she’d helped and offered suggestions from a female
viewpoint, but had accepted the men’s assertion it was to be a guest suite. It
took on a very different look as she entered. The bed was super king sized, to
hold three people in any configuration, and her senses leaped to think of what
three people might get up to in such a bed. The bathroom was huge and
luxurious, and she surveyed it from her perch on the commode, considering the
size of the tub and of the shower. Definitely fit for three with room to spare.
    For a moment, she thought about how
it could have been meant for another woman—and still could be. But she wouldn’t
think that way. This was for keeps. She had to believe that, and wasn’t going
to waste her time tormenting herself with other scenarios. If ménage wasn’t for
her she’d soon find out. But it was Ashton and Craig, so it would be fine. Better than fine.
    She sluiced water over her heated
cheeks and washed up quickly, pulling off her shirt and bra. She exited the
bathroom and stalled out. Her men were waiting, standing shoulder to shoulder,
same height and breadth, and the bulges in their jeans looked damn near
identical, too. But it was the expression on their faces that really drew her. Naked desire, heated lust, dark need over stark caring, a mix that
galvanized her into action. She ran into their arms, the dichotomy of
her naked self against their fully dressed bodies an amazing turn-on.
    Ash fused his lips to hers, while
Craig trailed his over her shoulder and down the length of her arm before he
stepped back, only to return sans clothing, his hot, muscular form enveloping
her back. Ash tore away to allow them both some time to breathe, and his
brother stepped in, an orchestrated dance, to sweep her up and lower her to the
bed, dropping beside her to kiss her with tender avarice.
    When Ash lay on the other side,
nude and gloriously erect, what had to be his cock, a fiery, velvet stroked
against her hip. She blindly reached out and touched him. His groan fired her
libido, and the kiss with Craig escalated into a tongue dueling escapade
departing from any semblance of gentleness. She had no idea kisses could feel
like that, as if he was touching her heart and soul.  
    Biting her lip, then soothing the sting, Craig reared back and gazed down at her. “I’ve waited
forever to do that, darlin’.”
    “I want to taste her.” Ash’s voice sounded
disembodied.
    Craig grinned at his brother and
swept in for another kiss, a quick one this time, before positioning himself
over her breasts. She loved it that they took charge—of her pleasure.
    Ash’s warmth slipped down her side,
and the bulk of him settled between her legs, pressing her legs wide apart, the
motion causing her juices to flow. She tried to close against him for a moment,
suddenly shy, but his rumble of approval stopped