Chapter 14
Aimee
Troy and Rhett led me down the hallway toward Rhett’s bedroom, their hands never leaving my body for more than a second.
Troy’s fingers trailed along my lower back while Rhett’s palm cupped my hip, both touches possessive yet tentative, like they couldn’t believe this was happening.
I couldn’t either. The words “take me to bed” were still hanging in the air between us, my own voice sounding strange and distant in my memory.
A voice in the back of my mind asked if I was making a huge mistake, but it was nearly impossible to focus on that voice with Troy’s hands on my hips and Rhett’s lips on my throat.
We tumbled through the doorway, a tangle of limbs and nervous laughter, when Rhett yelped. “Olive! Cheeto!” He dropped to his knees next to a discarded t-shirt. “Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to trip on you guys. Please be okay.”
I peered around him to see two tiny balls of fur curled together on the floor—one orange, one gray—undisturbed. They didn’t even twitch.
“They’re fine,” Troy said, crouching beside Rhett. “Look, they’re still sleeping.”
“Are you sure?” Rhett’s voice cracked with worry. “What if I hurt them?”
Troy gently scooped up both sleeping kittens, cradling them against his bare chest. “Baby, they’re fine. Look—Cheeto’s purring.” He carried the bundle of cats and fabric to a plush cat bed in the corner of the room.
Rhett scrambled after him, kneeling beside the bed to watch the kittens with anxious eyes. Olive stretched in her sleep, one tiny paw reaching out to rest on her brother’s belly, before settling back into her dreams. Neither showed any sign of distress.
Troy placed a hand on Rhett’s shoulder. “See? Sound asleep.”
Rhett let out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with relief. “Sorry. I thought I’d crushed them or something.”
“You’re too careful with them for that,” Troy said, running his fingers through Rhett’s hair.
Rhett stood, turning to face me with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Kitten panic attack. Where were we?”
“You were about to make good on that spit roasting fantasy.” The words were impulsive, slipping out before I could stop them.
They turned to me simultaneously, identical expressions of heat and hunger flooding their faces.
The air in the room seemed to thicken as they approached, predatory intent in every step.
And that voice in the back of my head vanished.
If I was going to have a wild threesome with anyone, it might as well be with the two sweetest, sexiest men I knew.
Men who showed their care and tenderness in a million small ways every day.
“What do you want us to do to you?” Troy asked, his voice dropping to that low register that made my knees weak. “Be explicit.”
“I think,” I said, reaching up to trace my fingers along Troy’s jaw, “I want you to show me what it’s like to be fucked by two firefighters at once.”
“Mm, happy to oblige.”
His large hands slid under the borrowed t-shirt I wore, calloused fingertips tracing up my sides with agonizing slowness. Meanwhile, Troy’s mouth found mine, swallowing my gasp as his tongue slipped past my lips, claiming me with a kiss that left no doubt about who was in charge.
I was drowning in sensation—the scratch of Rhett’s stubble against my neck, the heat of Troy’s mouth on mine, the weight of bodies pressing me from both sides.
It was overwhelming in the best possible way, my brain struggling to process all the input as four hands began roaming my body with increasing urgency.
“It’s been so fucking long,” I gasped as Troy’s mouth moved to my throat, nipping and sucking while Rhett’s hands found my breasts beneath the shirt. “Oh god.”
“How long?” His voice was rough as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, drawing a whimper from my lips.
“Too long,” I managed, arching into his touch while reaching for the hem of Troy’s pajama pants. “Way too fucking long.”
Troy chuckled darkly, capturing my hands and pressing them against his chest. “Patience.” I could feel his heart racing beneath my palms, betraying his own eagerness.
What had started as playful and teasing was shifting into something more intense, more primal. Laughter gave way to breathless moans as clothes became frustrating barriers that needed to be removed immediately.
Troy yanked my borrowed shirt over my head while Rhett’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my sleep shorts, tugging them down my legs.
I stepped out of them, aware that I was standing between them in nothing but plain cotton underwear and a simple bra—not exactly the sexy lingerie I would have chosen for this occasion.
“You’re gorgeous,” Rhett said, and the raw appreciation in his voice made me believe him despite my practical underwear.
Troy’s hands found the clasp of my bra, making quick work of it before sliding the straps down my arms. The cool air against my newly exposed skin made my nipples tighten further, drawing a groan from both men.
Troy’s eyes darkened as he took in my half-naked body. “Fuck, Aims.”
I reached for him, desperate to feel skin against skin. “Your turn,” I said, tugging at his pajama pants. This time he didn’t stop me, instead helping me push them down his hips along with his boxer briefs, freeing his impressive erection.
Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as Rhett shed his own clothes. Then I was sandwiched between them—Troy’s naked chest against mine, Rhett’s bare skin pressed against my back, only my panties and Rhett’s boxer briefs separating us from complete nudity.
They guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of Rhett’s bed. I fell onto it, bouncing slightly on the mattress as I looked up at them—two gorgeous, naked men staring down at me with undisguised hunger.
“Christ, look at her.” Troy nodded, a small smile playing at his lips.“Spread your legs for us, baby,” Troy instructed, his voice gentle but commanding.
I obeyed without thinking, parting my thighs as they both knelt on the bed, positioning themselves on either side of me.
Something about spreading myself open for them, letting them see how wet I already was, made my clit throb with anticipation.
Then they were on me—Troy sucking one nipple deep while Rhett’s teeth grazed the other.
The sensations of two hot mouths sucking and licking at the same time sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
My back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping my throat as their hands joined the exploration—Troy’s fingers tracing patterns on my inner thigh while Rhett’s palm slid across my stomach, dipping lower with each pass.
“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for. More, probably. Everything.
Troy released my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes meeting Rhett’s over my body.
Something passed between them, some silent communication that made my pulse quicken.
Then Troy was kissing his way down my sternum, my ribs, dragging his tongue across my navel, while Rhett’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs.
The cool air hit my exposed center for only a moment before Troy’s hot breath replaced it, his mouth hovering over my pussy. “Can I taste you?” His dark eyes looked up at me from between my thighs.
“God, yes,” I breathed, feeling Rhett’s hand slide into mine, squeezing gently as Troy’s tongue dragged across my clit.
I cried out, my hips bucking as pleasure shot through me. Troy’s strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he ate me like he’d been starving for it. Rhett moved up to capture my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans as Troy devoured me.
“Look at him,” Rhett whispered against my lips, guiding my gaze down to where Troy worked between my thighs. “Look how much he loves tasting you.”
Troy’s tongue flicked and sucked in a rhythm that made my toes curl as he reached for Rhett’s hand, threading their fingers together and pulling their joined hands to rest on my stomach.
Something about that simple touch—the tenderness and ownership in it—sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.
Rhett moaned, nipping and sucking at my sensitive nipple, leaving me awash in sensation as he gripped Troy’s hand like he couldn’t imagine letting it go.
Rhett lifted his head. “Need a condom.” I felt a cool rush of air as his warmth left my side and watched him reach over to the nightstand drawer. He pulled out several foil packets, tossing them onto the bed beside us.
Troy lifted his head, his chin glistening with my cum, and reached for one of the packets. But instead of putting it on himself, he tore it open and moved toward Rhett, who was now kneeling beside me on the bed, his boxer briefs discarded to reveal his thick, straining erection.
“Let me.” Troy’s voice was husky as he rolled the condom onto Rhett, giving him several firm strokes that made Rhett’s breath hitch.
Watching Troy’s hand move along Rhett’s impressive length made heat pool between my thighs. Troy’s big masculine hand closed around Rhett’s thick shaft, and Rhett’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a soft moan, thrusting up into Troy’s grip.
“You like watching us?” Troy asked, his gaze sliding to me with a knowing smirk.
“Yes.” I didn’t bother hiding my desire.
Troy’s smile turned wicked. He wrapped his hand more firmly around Rhett’s cock, stroking slowly, teasing him. “What about you, baby?” he asked Rhett. “You want to fuck her while I watch?”
Rhett’s hips jerked forward into Troy’s grip, a desperate whimper escaping his throat. “Fuck, yes. Please.”
But Troy didn’t let go. Instead, he stroked Rhett again, his thumb circling the head in a way that made Rhett’s whole body shudder. “Please what?”
“Please let me fuck her,” Rhett gasped, his voice breaking. “Troy, I need—”
“Need what?” Troy’s voice was commanding, dominant in a way I hadn’t seen before. His hand slowed to an agonizing pace, barely moving. “Tell me exactly what you need.”