Chapter 27 #3
Bru loved both of us, and he pressed me against Wells again. Wells was so hard through his jeans, and his eyes were wild as Bru lifted my dress.
Wells helped him.
Together, both guys pulled my dress off, and I forced a confidence I didn’t naturally have when they removed it. It pooled into a heap at my side when the guys dropped it, and I was left standing there, braless in front of them. The black dress I’d worn hadn’t needed it.
“Fuck.” Wells’s green eyes appeared luminous as he stood in front of me. My chest rose up and down with rapid breaths, and I sucked in a breath when Bru squeezed my shoulders from behind.
“She has such perfect nipples,” Bru said, and nearly sounded enamored when he put his hands on my sides. His hands were warm and rough as he massaged my skin. “I want to taste them.”
I wanted him to taste them. “Please.”
He didn’t hesitate when he filled his hands with my breasts. He drew his fingers over my tight nipples.
“Me first.” Wells was on his knees, but, with his height, he was basically at my shoulders. He appeared crazed before he leaned forward and sucked my dark nipple into his mouth. I moaned. Wells Ambrose was on his knees for me.
And Bru quickly joined him.
“Fucking stunning,” Bru said before he, too, sucked in a nipple. My eyes rolled back and his did too before he sucked harder. Bru growled. “I knew you’d taste good, Bow. So sweet…”
“Too fucking sweet.” Wells was biting me now and what a sight to have both of them like this.
I had two amazingly powerful, intimidating guys on their knees for me.
I didn’t know what to do with that and my moan intensified when Wells reached between my legs.
He pushed his fingers into my lace underwear, and I was basically on my tiptoes in front of them.
“Taste this,” Wells said, then put those same fingers to Bru’s lips. Right away, Bru opened his mouth, and both guys’ eyes were on each other as Wells made Bru taste me.
Oh my fuck.
I was shaking watching the euphoria on Bru’s face as he sucked Wells’s fingers. Bru’s nostrils flared and a deep sound reverberated low in his chest.
“Heaven,” Bru said, and I watched as he took off his shirt. His muscled chest reminded me of Superman without the spandex. He was perfectly shaped from his sculpted shoulders to his hard pecs. He tossed his shirt before looking at me. “You’re heaven, you know.”
He was making me feel that way, and I was surprised by the sudden wetness in my eyes. This was how it was supposed to feel.
“Come back to me…”
I pushed out the voice in my head, his voice. I wouldn’t let my past mistakes ruin this. I wasn’t going to feel shame about wanting this.
I wasn’t going to feel ashamed about wanting them.
I realized that, just like Wells, I had issues with feeling worthy. I hadn’t felt like I deserved love, and I let someone convince me that the only way I could receive it was giving a part of myself away to someone. But Bru was right. Love wasn’t supposed to be conditional.
Bru’s forehead touched my stomach. He didn’t do anything else, and I played with his hair. He smelled so good, warm. He moved his head. “Tell me what you want from me, Bow. I’ll do anything to make this special for you.”
I knew he would, and I had a feeling they both would.
These guys were literally on their knees for me, and I pushed my hand into Bru’s hair.
I yanked his head back, and he growled. I did the same with Wells’s electric blond hair, and the pull of his roots made his eyes ignite again.
My sudden forcefulness was turning him on.
It was turning them both on, judging by the current state of Bru’s charged irises, and I was right there with them.
This wasn’t like me, to be so direct, and I really did feel so powerful in this moment. I felt in charge, and being in charge could be anything that I wanted it to be. It meant I got to choose, and, as I pulled both guys’ heads back, I knew what I wanted.
“Don’t hold back,” I said, exposing the columns of their powerful necks. I wet my lips. “Do what you normally do when you share.”
I didn’t want them to treat me like some delicate flower. I wanted to feel like a woman, and I wanted them to treat me as such.
My words did something to them both, and I saw that the instant I exposed their throats. Both their chests rose with huge breaths, and soon, they were rising above me like two colossal mountains. They were like two mighty forces I honestly wasn’t sure I would be able to control.
But I didn’t want to control them. I wanted them in their element.
I wanted them unhinged.
Wells’s hand braced my throat. Not tightly, but hard enough to make me gasp. He used it to make me look at him, then smashed his mouth up against mine in an angry kiss.
Yes.
It was angry, heated, like he was pushing so much into my mouth.
Like he was forcing history and a well of emotions he had bottled up for who knew how long down my throat.
All the while he held my neck, and, as he squeezed, I felt my air supply cut off.
It was all so intense, and my eyes started to roll back from lack of air.
“You’ll tell us if this is too much,” Wells stated, and it almost sounded like a threat. Like he dared me to back off, say no. His tongue flicked mine. “I won’t stop unless you do.”
“Just tell him to stop, and he will, Bow,” Bru said. He held my hips. He was holding me while Wells’s tongue danced with mine. Bru squeezed my hips. “I’ll stop too, but it’ll be hard.”
I had no intention of telling either one of them to stop, and I cut Wells’s kiss off when I reached back and grabbed Bru’s hair again.
Bru sucked in a breath before I smashed my lips against his, but I barely got a taste before Wells pulled us away from each other.
Wells had my hair in his hands, and he had Bru’s too.
“Did I say you could kiss each other?” Wells asked, his eyes ignited and were oh so intense.
He let go of Bru, but then, he strengthened the hold he had on my hair.
I had my hair up, but that didn’t lessen the tug on my scalp.
Tears pricked my eyes, but not in a bad way.
He grabbed my throat again. “Did I say you could kiss him?”
I’d never seen him this way. I mean, I’d seen him angry. I’d seen his hate directed at me, but I’d never seen him, well, hot like this. He was commanding, and the wanton look in his eyes let me know he was turned on.
I was too. I actually rubbed my legs together as he braced my scalp.
Wells wet his lips. “Don’t do that again. Not unless I tell you to.”
I didn’t know what to say and was so frickin’ turned on it was crazy.
Wells squeezed my throat. “Acknowledge what I said.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and that was the first word that came to my mind. I didn’t know what he wanted to be called, but I think I chose right.
Wells’s eyes ignited again. He kissed me long, kissed me full, before pushing me to my knees. The hardwood dug into my kneecaps, but I didn’t allow myself to react to the discomfort. Wells let go of me. “Go upstairs to your room,” he said, then looked at Bru. “Take her.”
Take her.
Bru listened. Like Wells was his master, and seeing the power dynamic between the two of them only made more moisture pool between my legs. I was so hot it wasn’t even funny.
Bru didn’t ask for permission before picking me up, damsel-style.
He wasn’t his normal polite self. That wasn’t the game we were playing right now.
He just picked me up in his strong arms, and I was surrounded by his woodsy scent as he took me upstairs.
He knew where my room was in the cabin, both of them did.
“Where do you want her?” Bru asked Wells, again like his submissive. Bru stood with me in his arms in the center of a bedroom I suddenly wished wasn’t so juvenile. Like I said, I’d come here a lot when I was younger, so I still had boy bands on the walls from when I was in middle school.
I tried not to think about those, and neither guy was paying much attention to them anyway. Wells drew the curtains and then started a fire. He did it slowly, and my heart beat fast. He just had Bru and me stand there waiting for his direction, for so long.
“On the floor,” Wells finally said, and instantly, Bru placed me down. Wells eyed the area rug. “On her knees.”
I didn’t know if he was telling me to do that, but before I could make the maneuver, Bru had his hands on my shoulders.
Oh.
Bru forced me to the rug with a firm hold. It wasn’t with intent to hurt me, but it was enough to show me his power. He, like Wells, could definitely make me do anything he wanted, and that turned me on even more. That Bru could be just as unhinged as I knew Wells could be.
“You too,” Wells told Bru, and Bru’s big chest rose. Bru joined me on his knees, the both of us there as Wells did something else slowly.
He removed clothes. His shirt was already off, but he removed his socks and shoes. He placed the shoes nicely near the fireplace and even took the time to fold and roll his socks. He put one sock in each shoe before finally coming over to Bru and me.
What’s he going to do?
My mind was a flurry of thoughts as Wells stood in front of me. He grabbed my hair again, and I yipped in a way that made him smirk. He studied my arched throat. “I want your mouth on me, Squeak,” he said, the burn charging between my legs. He let go of my hair. “Bru will show you how.”
Bru didn’t hesitate, but I noticed his hands were clenching a bit as he went for Wells’s pants.
Maybe because he was nervous or anxious.
It honestly might have been a little of both, and my mouth watered watching Bru remove Wells’s belt before undoing Wells’s jeans.
I’d never tasted someone before and definitely didn’t know how.
Bru showed me. He pushed down Wells’s jeans and boxers like this was all second nature, and Wells was already hard when Bru exposed him.
Oh my gosh.