Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse Page A

capacity to say no. If you want out at any point or you change your mind, you speak up. All right?”
    For fuck’s sake! He’d spent all this time persuading her what a good time she’d have with the two of them, and now he was trying to talk her out of it? She wished he’d make his bloody mind up.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
     
    “Fiona.” Logan’s tone was firm, commanding. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    Stifling a sigh, she said, “Yes, I understand. I just don’t get why you’re trying to talk me out of it.”
    Giving James a brief kiss on the lips before releasing him, Logan stood. Shaking his head, and flashing her a wry smile, he said, “Are you frigging insane? I am certainly not trying to talk you out of it. I’m just making absolutely sure this is what you want, that’s all. Despite your earlier comment, I am a gentleman—well, most of the time, anyway. Once you’re naked and in bed with the two of us, I make no promises.”
    As he turned on his heel—still gloriously naked—and strode out into the main room, she watched him go, the arousal that had been ebbing and flowing for goodness knew how long now flaring up again, big style. Logan and James were just so…affecting. Handsome, yes. Well dressed, yes. Intelligent, yes. But more than that, they had a confidence that was very attractive and, in Logan’s case, not a small amount of arrogance. But she supposed that was what made him such a good businessman.
    Movement from the huge bed snagged her attention, and she turned to look at James, who’d rolled over onto his back and was settled against the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. He gave her a lazy smile, and she returned it innocently before realizing what he was doing. His movements were so slow, so languorous that she hadn’t noticed he’d fisted his still-erect cock and was stroking it.
    She shouldn’t have been surprised, though. She had, after all, managed to disrupt their almost-sex by making to leave, causing Logan to stop her. Both men had been aroused for some time now and hadn’t—unless she’d missed it while still in the main room of the suite—climaxed. A small part of her felt sorry for them, but a much bigger part thought they deserved it for treating her to such torment. She, too, had been on a slow burn—since Logan had approached her in the bar, in fact—so they were all in the same predicament. It was a nice touch that they’d all be getting off together very soon. Hopefully.
    Her pussy and clit throbbed almost painfully as she continued to watch James touch himself. Dutch courage or not, the temptation to strip off her clothes, jump onto the bed and sink that luscious cock inside her grew stronger by the second. She was sure it’d fill her nicely, stretch her, stroke her in all the right places and, ultimately, make her come. And that was before she even took into consideration any kissing, any foreplay and the fact that there were two of them.
    A tall, dark and gorgeous reminder came into the room just as she arrived at that thought, his large hands skillfully carrying three drinks. He crossed over to Fiona first. “Yours is the nearest one to you,” he said, lifting his arms toward her. “A gin and tonic, no ice, like earlier. I hope that’s okay.”
    “Yes, thank you.” Removing the glass carefully from his grip so as not to cause him to drop the others, she took a sip, once again savoring the gentle burn and buzz that followed. Reluctantly—though she kept the information to herself—she agreed that Logan was right. A little bit of Dutch courage was okay, but if she was going to do this—which she absolutely was—she wasn’t insane , after all—then she didn’t want to be totally plastered. Why have an amazing experience like a threesome with two gorgeous guys, but be so drunk that she couldn’t remember a damn thing? No—just a smidge of booze, enough to stop her being a Nervous Nellie, was fine. She also knew, somehow,