Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse Page B

that if she was to get totally plastered, neither man would do anything with her, anyway. Now she understood them a bit better, she realized that they were, in fact, complete gentlemen.
    Except, as Logan had so sexily and seductively reminded her, when it came to being naked and in bed, all three of them. A wave of arousal crashed through her, further increasing the swollen, aching need between her thighs and making her knickers even wetter. God, she hoped the reality lived up to the fantasy.
    She had a sneaking suspicion that it would.
    By now, Logan had walked back over to the bed, perched on the edge and handed James his drink. They sat together in a companionable silence, quenching their thirst. A few moments later, having placed his now-empty glass on the bedside table, Logan got to his feet and said, “Okay, I’m going to go and use the bathroom. Then, unless anyone has any objections, I’d quite like to have some more fun.” He fixed his gaze on Fiona. “No more interruptions.”
    Fiona felt as though her brain was the ball in a pinball machine. Or perhaps it was just the situation that was pinging around in random unpredictable directions.
    Blinking a couple of times, Fiona then shook her head and downed her drink in a couple of gulps. No more pinging around—what was the point? They were three consenting adults and that was all that mattered. She placed her glass on a nearby end table, then slipped her bag from her shoulder, her shoes from her feet, and waited for Logan to return from the bathroom.
     
    * * * *
     
    A few minutes later, having used the toilet, cleaned up, freshened her makeup and gargled with some of the minty mouthwash the hotel supplied to all guests, she returned to the bedroom. James and Logan were both sprawled against the pillows, with a gap between them. A Fiona-sized gap. She also noted the bumper-sized box of condoms that had appeared on the bedside cabinet.
    Glancing between them, she took in their identical grins, their equally luscious physiques and their semi-erect cocks. Looking back up to each of their faces in turn and enjoying the arousal she saw in their eyes, she screwed up her courage and began to undress. The grins grew wider. Like Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Only, you know, hot.
    By the time she had removed her dress, bra and thong, the arousal had turned to pure hunger, and the cocks had waved goodbye to their semi-erect status and were full-on raring to go. Christ , she thought, as she approached the bed and climbed onto the huge mattress, where the hell am I supposed to start?
    Sensing her hesitation, Logan patted the bed. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
    “Yeah,” James concurred, his green eyes seeming to burn with intensity, “in more ways than one.”
    As gracefully as possible—which wasn’t very, because how did one crawl gracefully up a bed?—she moved into the space between the two men, immediately struck by the heat their bodies were giving off. She took longer than necessary to settle into position, hoping the tremble of her hands wasn’t apparent.
    In a move that could have been choreographed, James and Logan turned on their sides to face her, still smiling. The body heat was now almost overwhelming, and her nostrils picked up the scents of their various shampoos, shower gels and colognes, as well as the visceral scent of raw masculinity, laced with a not-inconsiderable amount of arousal. She was surrounded by it, drowning in it, and they hadn’t even touched her yet.
    That was soon rectified. Logan reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her cheek. “How do you want this to play out, Fiona? Do you want to tell us what you do and don’t want to do? Or do you want to just lie back and let us do our thing? Go with the flow?”
    “Just…um…do your thing. Please.”
    His breath was warm on her cheek as he replied, “Okay, we will. I’m looking forward to it.”
    Then his lips touched hers, softly at