The music ended. She sucked in a breath.
So close.
He relaxed his hold and eased away.
“Thank you. That was . . . wonderful.” She’d felt vibrant and sexy on the dance floor. Because of Trey.
He smiled. “Any time.”
“May I cut in?” Jake stepped beside Trey.
“Of course.” Trey kissed her hand, then smiled warmly at Jake before he headed back to the table.
Jake smiled at her, his dark blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, as he drew her close, his arm encircling her waist. He swept her around the floor to the music.
She liked how he’d grown his light brown hair long enough that he wore it tied neatly behind his head in a short ponytail, and she longed to reach back and release it, then drag her fingers through it.
“It’s been a long time since we were together at college. How has life been treating you?” he asked.
“Not bad,” she said, relieved he wasn’t going to twirl her into another exotic dance. As much as she’d enjoyed doing the tango with Trey, she didn’t think her senses could handle another. “I wish I’d been able to continue at Carleton Falls, though. I really missed all of you.”
He drew her closer to the heat of his body. “And we missed you.”
His warm gaze held her mesmerized. He’d always been so warm and friendly toward her. Always been there if she’d needed to talk. Not that she’d opened up much, but it had been nice knowing he was there if she’d wanted to.
The feel of his sturdy arms around her . . . his heart beating against hers . . . his face so close she could easily lift her lips to his in an exhilarating kiss . . . sent her into a sensual swirl.
Longing washed through her . . . to fulfill her heart’s desire. To be wanted and loved. To really connect with someone. If only for a single night.
She had always wanted to be with Jake and Trey . . . ever since she’d first met them. Their sensitivity, their compassionate natures, their obvious capacity for love . . . Those things had attracted her right from the beginning. And had been why she’d felt they would be together as a couple forever. She couldn’t interfere with a love like that.
Yet, they weren’t together now. So, not only would being with her not come between them, but in this case, it would bring them together . . . at least for one night.
As she gazed into Jake’s midnight eyes, she knew he could give her what she wanted. She trusted Jake. And Trey.
And that trust gave her strength.
The closeness of his body triggered images from her steamy dreams of him and Trey, sending her senses into turmoil. The memory of her fantasy last night mingled with her dream memories and she felt a deep yearning to live out her long-term fantasy to be with both of them.
She wanted him. And she wanted Trey. Tonight. But how could she possibly suggest . . . ?
The song ended. He gazed down at her.
“How about we get a drink?”
She nodded. He took her hand and they walked across the dance floor toward the bar. Before they reached the line of people waiting for drinks, Trey approached holding a beer in one hand and a creamy red cocktail in a tulip glass in the other.
“I think I know exactly what you’d like.” Trey grinned and held out the stemmed glass. “A Ménage à Trois.”
Her heart seemed to stop. She blinked at him . . . then realized he meant the drink.
She didn’t care. This was her opening. It was now or never.
“You’re right. That’s exactly what I want.” She reached out and took the glass from his hand. “And I’d like this, too.” She took a sip, then tugged Jake’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Four
Danielle finished the drink as they walked along the atrium, then abandoned the empty glass on a side table. Jake walked ahead and pushed the call button for the elevator. The doors whooshed open and they stepped inside. Trey pushed the button labeled 15 and the doors slid closed.
Danielle said nothing as the elevator rose, tensing as she realized she was in it now. No backing out.
Not that she wanted to, but . . . what did they think of her?
They’re men. They think it’s great.
The door opened and she stepped out. As they strolled down the hall, she said, “Let’s go to my room.”
She pushed her key card into the slot and opened the door. They stepped inside, and suddenly the room that had seemed quite spacious felt far too small with these two tall, broad-shouldered men filling it.
“Uh . . . should I order something from room service?” she asked. “Some drinks?”
Jake stepped toward her. “We don’t need any drinks.”
“And . . . uh . . . what about . . . protection?” she asked. “I mean, I’m on the pill, but . . .”
“I’ve been tested recently,” said Jake.
“Me, too. No worries here.” Trey grinned.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.” She didn’t want to mention that had been over a year ago.
Jake’s hands slid around her waist and he drew her close. His lips grazed the side of her neck
