Brit Party by Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd Page B

Christopher into their embrace as she peaked over Jason's shoulder at the boy.
    "You got a sister who lives near here?” the other American asked.
    "Sorry boys,” she laughed. “No sisters and I'm not British."
    "Holy crap! You're American, too. Let us know if you wanna come play with the hometown boys."
    Christopher growled under his breath, turning his deadly gaze on the pair.
    "Or not,” they both said, cringing back into their chairs. “Jeez, touchy people."
    Yeah, he was touchy. Dana belonged to him and Jason. No one else had better ... touch.
    * * * *
    Dana was still laughing when they returned to the hotel hours later. Christopher and Jason had dragged her all over London. As soon as they'd learned she'd always wanted to see London Bridge, they'd taken her, showing her the Thames and introducing her to the Tube along the way. She'd seen Big Ben, a famous cathedral whose name she couldn't recall and the inside of a very questionable pub. But the food had been good.
    A silly grin curved her lips at the memory. Hands had wandered underneath their table in a dark back corner, stealing beneath her skirt, while she'd caressed both their cocks. And every time one of them was close to coming, the waiter would appear. She'd been ready to scream with frustration, until Christopher had squeezed her clit while Jason's fingers darted in and out of her. She'd pressed her mouth into Jason's shoulder to suppress her howl as she'd climaxed right there in the middle of pub.
    She'd insisted they leave the waiter a really big tip.
    And poor Jason...
    Still hard with no relief in sight.
    Afterwards, they'd strolled through Hyde Park enjoying the sun and the chilly spring breeze. Dana had been enchanted by the greenery in the middle of the thriving city. Surrendering to her wanton side, she'd considered suggesting the guys find a secluded place ... but even her wanton side didn't want a run in with the police—or the bobbies, as Jason had called them at one point during their jaunt.
    All too soon it was time to return to the hotel and attend the meeting.
    * * * *
    Jason followed Christopher and Dana down the hallway to Dana's room anticipating what would surely follow when they entered. They had an hour and thirty before they needed to appear downstairs and all of them were vibrating with barely restrained sexual energy.
    Christopher dropped back to talk to him when the neared the door and Dana went on. “I think I'm going to go to our room and go over the presentation."
    Jason looked at him as if he was high. What the hell...? He glanced at Dana, then back at Christopher questioning him. “We know it backwards and forwards."
    "You know it backwards and forwards. I could use a little refreshing. And you could use a little—well, I appreciate what you did this morning."
    Suddenly, he understood. Damn for a brilliant scientist, he was thick sometimes. For some reason, Christopher was clearing out so he could be with Dana. “Are you sure? You don't owe me anything. It was just the way things happened."
    "I'm very sure. Look, we both have to face it. Most of the time it will be all three of us, but occasionally we'll each have some alone time with Dana. I'm not jealous or resentful of that and I know you don't work that way either."
    Jason looked at him, feeling the fuzzy kind of feeling one only found with family. “Love you, mate."
    Christopher made a sound in his throat, laughing as he looked away. “Plonker.” He shook his head. “Always knew you'd say it first."
    "Always knew you'd avoid it."
    Christopher punched him in the shoulder and he punched back.
    Dana cleared her throat. “Should I just go read a novel?"
    Jason dashed to her side, dragging her into the room. “Absolutely not!"
    As soon as they entered the room and the door shut, Dana dropped to her knees and opened his fly. “You've been so patient,” she said, shoving his pants and boxers to his knees. She immediately took him into the warm cavern of her mouth. He