Page 114 of Rising Heat

Mack withdraws his fingers, the emptiness already setting in and making my body feel cold. Before I can protest, both of his hands cradle my legs before throwing me over his chiseled shoulder like a caveman.

“Mack!” A laugh bursts out of me.

Tyler’s already following, laughing under his breath.

He carries me into the living room and gently plops me onto the couch. I scramble onto my knees, still breathless and giggling, my eyes bouncing between them as they close in from either side.

And then it’s straight down to business, the boy working in sync like this is all routine. Tyler shifts left as Mack steps in, neither of them saying a word, and somehow nobody gets in the other’s way.

“Pussy—”

“Mouth—”

They say in unison.

Tyler’s pants pool around his ankles before he steps out of his boxers, his hard cock springing up to his abs with the motion, and I have to make a conscious effort not to let my jaw follow them to the floor.

If dick size runs in the MacAllister gene pool, I’m so done for.

His grin turns cocky at whatever flashes across my face.

My eyes dart to Mack just in time to catch his sweats sliding over his toned thighs, making me bite back a smile.

Definitely genetic. Definitely, gloriously, double-fucked.

I honestly thought this was the sort of thing that only happened in porn.

File under

Darcy gets double-teamed.

Tyler’s warm voice cuts through my intrusive thoughts.

“Pants off, Trouble.”

I eagerly shimmy out of my sleep shorts, exposing my bare pussy. I keep my eyes on them both as I slide the fabric down my legs, the weight of their attention on me equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.

They both let out an appreciative hum.

Tyler drops to his knees.

“Spread those legs real wide for me, Trouble. I wanna split that pussy open with my tongue until you’re squirting on my face.”

I shake my head in mild disbelief.

“But I’ve never⁠—”

Both of them jerk back for a moment, eyebrows drawn.

“Never what?” Mack probes.

Heat floods my face.

“I’ve never had anyone…” I swallow. “…down there.”

Mack’s expression hardens.

“Are you telling me,” he says carefully, “that you’ve never been eaten out? That you were engaged to a man who never went down on you?”