Chapter Seventeen
I would love to have them both at one time, but honestly, I was a little freaked about a threesome with two men.
Two women and one man were not the same as one woman and two men.
The dynamics, the feelings, the basic structure were all done differently.
Even skipping past the fact that two men would be surrounding me, the biggest question would be if two alpha males could keep from tearing themselves, and me, apart.
I entered our bedroom and tentatively turned to face them.
Cole shut and locked the door, and then both stood side-by-side, watching me with possessive edginess.
They were still sporting raging hard-ons and their bodies were tense from pent up sexual frustration.
Yeah, it was a coin toss on how this evening would end.
We hadn’t spoken since our last words in the cab, and currently, they still weren’t talking. I bit my cheek so I wouldn’t start babbling in my nervousness. I met their eyes, swinging mine back and forth between them. Their gazes were so predatory, I felt like a trapped gazelle.
I froze.
Silently, they started stripping.
I watched in rapt fascination as shirts and socks and shoes and belts were removed from their well-defined chests and arms, trying – successfully - to keep from staring into their heated gazes.
They stopped when all they had left to remove were their jeans and any underwear they wore.
Their jeans rode low against their lean hips, both breathing hard as their blazing eyes traveled over my body.
Then…they were moving. Right for me.
I scuttled backward. Yeah, I was definitely the gazelle.
The back of my knees hit the foot of the bed and I went down in a heap. I crab walked farther up the bed, my own exhales labored. Their eyes never left mine as they followed me. I stopped when my head hit the headboard, watching them stalk on either side of the bed.
To my left, Brent licked his bottom lip.
He climbed on the bed, kneeling. To my right, Cole rolled his shoulders.
He climbed on, resting on his hands and knees.
Brent’s hand slipped behind my neck and lifted, making my back arch off the bed.
Cole’s hands gripped my ankles and unapologetically spread my bent legs wide.
They struck at the same time.
Brent grabbed one of my breasts with his free hand, his tongue licking across my collarbone and Cole dropped between my legs, biting the inside of my thigh hard enough that I knew exactly where he was and wouldn’t forget it.
I cried out, arching further. Lord, yes. Please, let this work. Even if only for tonight.
BANG!
We froze.
“Holy shit,” Stash shouted from my right.
Precious moments of our track skipped. Shock and anger our songs title. Harsh pants our only lyrics.
I slowly turned my head to our trespassing spectator.
Bit by bit, Brent lifted his head from my neck, his hand still glued to my breast. I felt Cole’s teeth gently unlatch from my sensitive inner thigh before he peered up from between my legs.
All three of us stared at Stash standing in our bathroom’s doorway, towel around his waist and toothpaste rimming his mouth.
Steam bellowed into the bedroom from behind him, floating around him, up toward the ceiling.
Just as the devil would come to wreak havoc.
In one hand he held a tooth brush and in the other he held a gun, which he quickly averted from us.
I stared at the gun, more than a little stunned. “At least he doesn’t have his camera.”
Strained silence. No one moved. Stash stood there catching flies, gawking.
I watched as toothpaste dribbled down his chin and dripped to the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing in our bathroom?” Brent finally asked as calmly as he could. Too bad he sounded like he wanted to rip his head off.
Stash pointed with his gun somewhere to the right. “Bas was using the other shower.” A pause. “Mine sucks. Remember? I didn’t think you’d be back for a while.”
More silence.
“You were obviously wrong,” Cole stated icily. Then, he cracked and shouted, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, STASH!”
Stash’s eyes cleared of his own shock, and he moved. He fumbled with our bedroom door handle, yanking on it after stuffing his toothbrush in his mouth. We watched him blunder with it for all of twenty seconds, his jerking getting more and more frantic.
I bit my lip as my shoulders shook.
Cole didn’t find it so amusing. He continued shouting, “IT’S LOCKED, MORON!”
Stash paused, his shoulders heaving, and then he calmly reached out and unlatched it. He disappeared out the door, slamming it behind him.
We remained still, staring at the door. I wondered what this meant. Were they going to stop? Should we stop? Was it, like, a sign or something?
Cole cleared his throat a minute later and stated, “If he brings that fucking camera in here, I’m going to kill him.”
“I never should have bought him the damn thing,” Brent muttered. “Cole, lock the door again, would you?”
Cole grunted harshly, but jumped up and locked the door.
Turning around his gaze fixed between my spread legs. He shuddered and spoke deeply, “We aren’t stopping, dammit.”
Brent hadn’t moved at all and he squeezed my breast gently, stating matter of fact, “No, we’re not.” He glanced down at me. “That all right with you, darlin’?”
I smiled. There was my answer. “More than all right.” Now, we would see if we could actually accomplish this alive and well.
“Good. If you would have said no, I just would have persuaded you,” Brent retorted silkily, licking my neck and making me shiver.
“That could have been fun.” Cole’s eyes darkened and raked up and down my body with deliberate, cunning sexuality. Relentless and unrepentant strategies fired within those ocean depths, his ruthless nature showing.
Brent laughed and nodded, forest eyes gleaming with seductive design, his own personal brand of duplicity just as imposing for a very simple reason. While he manipulated his angle, he would be wearing a smile.
Oh, boy.
I blinked and tried to put on a brave face, showing extra bravado. “You can’t do a darn thing from over there,” I informed Cole, raising my eyebrows and spreading my legs wider.
Brent’s lips titled up and he whispered, “That’s just not nice, darlin’.”
I shrugged, and then yelped as Cole flew through the air and landed hard on the bed right between my legs.
The bed was still shaking even as he yanked my skirt down over my hips, taking my destroyed panties and garters along with it.
I lay there in shock as he raised my rear end and pulled them down to my thighs.
Brent watched his movements as he grabbed my hose taking down those too. He murmured, “You have to get her shoes off first.”
I blinked up at Brent and he stated in a soft, smooth tone, “I told you that wasn’t nice.”
I gulped.
His attention turned back to Cole’s actions. I was naked from the waist down in no time.
Cole’s eyes found mine then. Blue on blue.
They seared me as he ran his hands up my calves to the backs of my knees. Grip tightening, he lifted and pushed my knees all the way to my chest and then out. Baring me for their gazes. I blushed under the ceiling’s lights.
I tried to push back, but he held me firmly, still peering into my soul. Yeah, he was showing me who was boss. Again, I was reminded that he was a dominant male. I shuddered at the intent I saw lying in those blue depths.
I sought out Brent’s gaze, hoping for some help there.
Foolish thinking.
Brent was watching my eyes, too, and even though I pouted real pretty-like, his eyebrows just rose.
He was just as dominant as Cole. He grabbed my leg that was closest to him, brushing aside Cole’s hand and displaying me further.
My eyes popped wide open and he grinned devilishly before transferring his gaze to my core.
He groaned, his jaw clenching. “Cole, I have to taste her. Give me a second.”
“Hurry up,” Cole rumbled in a hoarse tone, his eyes now stuck on my exposed nether regions. “I’ve been dying to do this.”
I trembled, watching as Brent leaned down, his blond curls obscuring his face, but I could still see his strong jaw opening. Feel his breath against my heated flesh as he lowered his mouth. He flicked his tongue over my plump nub and I jerked.
“Hold her,” Brent demanded. An undeniable order.
Both tightened their grip, and Brent’s slick tongue took a slow glide through my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head. On his second glide, I shook. On his third, I cried out.
“Time’s up,” Cole murmured, “You’ll get your chance later.”
Brent flicked my clit one last time and then rose above me, still holding one of my legs wide. He licked his lips, eyes closed in pleasure as Cole settled down between my legs. Cole didn’t watch my face. He stared at exactly what he wanted.
Brent’s eyelids lifted. He whispered hoarsely, “You’re going to taste how good you are, darlin’.” His mouth lowered to mine just as Cole’s lowered to my core. Cole didn’t start out sweet and slow; he immediately latched on to my clit and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth over the tiny nub.
I screamed and jerked against the instant onslaught of sparking vibrations streaking from my core and warming my belly, giving Brent the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue inside my mouth.
And I tasted myself as he had proclaimed.
Brent’s tongue tangled with mine as I arched and cried out, Cole adding a finger to his sensual exploration, twirling it around my opening.
I gripped Brent’s curls and pulled his mouth harder against mine and tried to grind against Cole’s mouth, but I couldn’t move the way they held me down.