As he stroked back up her naked legs, he didn’t want her skirt bunched up around her waist, instead he found the side zipper and tugged it down.
“Lift up.”
She didn’t respond, she was too enthralled with Sam’s chest. Chance tried again.
“Josie, lift up, I want to take off your skirt.”
Still nothing.
“Sam, a little help?”
Chance watched as Sam pulled Josie’s hair, and she whimpered. “No, don’t wanna stop.”
“Zee, lift your hips, I need to get this skirt off you,” Chance said again.
“Fine,” was her disgruntled answer as she arched up.
He hissed in as the white satin garter belt was revealed. “Sam, you seeing this?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He watched his friend busily unbutton Josie’s baby pink blouse. Chance’s mouth watered when he saw the shimmering white corset exposed beneath. Sam flung the blouse to the floor in seconds flat.
Chance smiled to see their woman was wearing thong panties. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, don’t you?” he asked her.
She didn’t verbally respond, but he saw her give a brilliant smile. “Sam, it’s my turn to kiss our girl.”
“Yeah, Sam,” she said cheekily. “You still have to get rid of the shirt.”
Chance crawled upwards, over her luscious body, and his mouth hovered over hers. But before he dipped in for his kiss, he wanted one more thing. He looked down and lowered the cups of her corset, exposing gorgeous dark nipples.
“I want to feel you against me,” he explained. He rested most of his weight on one of his arms as he lowered his chest against her breasts.
Heaven.
She rolled up against him, her nipples dragging against his fevered flesh. It was too much. He dove in for a ferocious kiss. She opened for him, her hands grasped at him, her nails digging into his back. She bit at his tongue before sucking it in even deeper. She met him kiss for hungry kiss. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she dragged him down to rest more of his weight on top of her.
Slow down. Slow down. Slow down.
He kept telling himself it was Josie, the woman he loved, in his arms, and he needed to take it easy, but she was voracious in her need. Her nails scraped up his back and dug deep into his scalp. He loved the sensation, not just because it felt good but because it told him just how much she needed him.
His head shot up when her legs circled his waist, and her other hand tried to worm its way underneath the waistband of his slacks.
“Belt,” she whispered against his lips.
She pushed at his chest.
“Naked.”
She turned her head and he turned too and saw that Sam was naked. “I need you both naked.” She gasped.
Chance got up on his knees and rolled her onto her side. He quickly found the zip on the side of her corset.
“Use the laces,” Sam told him.
“Fuck that,” Chance disagreed. “This is faster.” He unzipped her and whipped off the corset. Josie’s heavy breasts spilled out and he sucked in a deep breath. He saw her look of trepidation. Silly girl.
“I told you she was beautiful,” Sam said.
“I had to see.” Chance cupped both breasts in his big hands. “Ah, Josie, you’re perfect.” His thumbs traced over her nipples and she gasped at even that light touch.
“You almost make me feel perfect.”
Sam was determined that they work harder if she used the word almost. He loved watching his brother and Josie together. Chance’s golden flesh next to the beauty of Josie’s darker skin looked like a piece of artwork come to life. Especially when they kissed like they were doing now.
Sam took this opportunity to slide Josie’s garter and panties off. He’d been dreaming of seeing her entire naked body once again, and it did not disappoint. He stroked his fingers through the neat thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs and she relaxed her legs a little, just a little, so he could see that she was wet for them.
“Chance, take your pants off,” Josie whispered.
“First, we need to make sure you’re ready for us, Sweetheart,” Chance said.
His friend was right. Josie had been extremely tight around his two fingers the other night, he wanted to make sure that she was ready for them. He’d even made sure to get some lube just in case they needed it. There was no way in hell he wanted a moment of discomfort for their woman.
He shifted and fluffed the pillows behind him, then sat back with Josie between his knees.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “I liked it better the other way.”
Sam rested on his stomach in front of her, “Oh, I think you might find something to like about this,” he murmured. As he started to part her legs, he heard Chance asking her if she was comfortable. She must have said yes, because Chance was urging him on.
He crooked up her knees and was greeted with a tantalizing view of her sex. He could hear her panting.
“Sam’s just making sure you’re ready,” Chance said in a soothing tone.
“I’m more ready than I’ve ever been in my life,” she wailed.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Chance said with a grin.
“Chance.” Sam just said his name, but his friend got the message. Now, whether he would heed it was something else again. Dammit, this was serious business, but Chance was treating this it like they were kids at a carnival.
Sam stroked both his hands up Josie’s inner thighs, again and again until she relaxed even more and moved her legs farther apart. He couldn’t wait a second longer, he dipped his head and took a long lick along her swollen folds.
She cried out. Before he could lift and see what was wrong, Chance told him how much she liked it. Sam thanked God, because he was loving it. Spice and musk added up to a flavor that was all Josie and he didn’t want to ever stop tasting her. When she started to move, he braced her legs and kept her where he wanted.
“Too much.”
“Not enough,” Chance told her. What a good friend.
Lazily, Sam inserted a finger inside her tight channel, and she lifted toward him, clearly welcoming the caress. He suckled the nub of her clit, then gently probed her with a second finger.
Damn, she’s tight.
Sam didn’t want to hurt her, but she was so wet, this shouldn’t. He looked up at her face. Was she scared? She didn’t look frightened.
He bent back down and continued his caresses, finding that spot inside her that made her moan.
“Bingo,” Chance said happily. Yep, his friend was an idiot.
“Josie, I love your passion,” Sam praised. He stroked her core, then fluttered his tongue against her sensitive clit. She bucked upwards. He encircled her hips with his free arm, holding her close as he continued his caresses.
“It’s…it’s…I’m…”
He loved her incoherent cries. He worked her higher and higher. He used his teeth and tongue on her clit, and she screamed her pleasure.
Sam tried parting his fingers within her channel, but even that was difficult. Damn, he’d been hoping after an orgasm she’d be more relaxed.
“Make love to me, Sam.” She said drowsily. “I need that now. I need you inside me.”
“Ahh, Honey, you’re not quite there yet.”
She struggled upwards in Chance’s arms. “What do you mean? I’ve never been more aroused in my life,” she protested.
“It’ll hurt you. You’re not relaxed enough.”
“It always hurts.”
Sam couldn’t believe his ears. He searched Josie’s face. She was deadly serious. Ah, God, every time he thought he understood all the levels of Josie, her hurts, her insecurities, her naivety, he learned something new. How could someone have hurt such a gentle and passionate woman? He looked up at his brother and saw the same look of disbelief and torment.
“Josie, are you saying it hurt even after the first time?” Chance asked carefully.
“Chance, I’m th
irty-two years old,” Josie answered dryly. “I know how to answer a question.”
She tried to close her legs and wiggle away. Sam wasn’t having any of it.
“Stay still. We aren’t done here by a long shot,” he warned their woman.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, then we’re done.”
“I don’t like you calling this fucking. I am never going to fuck you, Josie Decker. The only thing we are ever going to do together is make love, got that?” Sam snarled.
He paused to get his shit together. “My God, woman, you get me more wound up than anybody I’ve ever known, including Chance.”
She laughed. “Well, considering what you were just doing to me, I would hope I get you wound up.” She continued to laugh, and it was contagious. Soon they were all laughing. But before long, her laughter sounded like something else, something close to sobs.
“I don’t know what to do. I want us to make love so badly. I’ve read up on all of this, but I get so stressed out and I clamp up. I thought it would be different with you.”
Sam scooched up, until he and Chance had Josie wrapped in their arms. “Shhh,” Chance soothed. “It is going to be different. It just takes a little more time and finesse. Something tells me that previous asshole was an asshole.”
Josie giggle-snorted. “He was kind of an asshole.”
“Let’s start with more kisses,” Sam suggested.
“Only after I blow my nose.”
“Sounds good.” Chance snagged the Kleenex box off the nightstand and handed it to her. Sam waited. When she was done, he kissed her lips, slow and lingering. Then he tilted her face so that Chance could kiss her. For long minutes, they kissed their woman, sharing her, touching her, arousing her.
Chance reached over into the nightstand again and grabbed a condom and handed it to Sam. Sam scooted back down on the bed as Chance moved in for an even longer kiss. Josie’s legs were relaxed and open, and Sam touched her silken folds. Their conversation must have helped, because he slipped in two fingers much easier. He stroked in and out, and she soon rewarded him when her body undulating upwards, trying to capture his caress. He added a third finger with little problem, and grinned when she sighed with pleasure.
Sam smoothed on the condom and touched the head of his cock to her wet entrance. He pressed in just a little, wanting to make sure of his welcome.
“Sam,” she wailed.
He smiled and began to slowly slide inward until he sank into heaven.
“Perfect,” they both said in unison, and Chance chuckled. One of her hands gripped his ass while the other clasped Chance’s hand. As it should be, Sam thought, just before he started a rhythm that would take them into oblivion.
He lifted her leg just a little higher as he pulled out and plunged back in, and Josie gasped as he hit that delectable set of nerves in her channel. From then on, every inward stroke hit that spot, taking her higher and higher. Through hooded eyes, Sam watched his partner tugging at Josie’s nipples, but still carefully keeping her in place. Josie’s face flushed harder as she pulsed tighter and tighter around him. They climbed and climbed, until finally the universe flashed in front of his eyes and she screamed her release once again.
When he looked down, he saw that Josie had passed out.
“Well, that has to be good for your ego,” Chance smirked.
“Do you think she understands we mean to keep her?” Sam asked.
Chapter 16
“I beg your pardon?” Josie looked up at the four men standing in her shop, taking up all the air. It had been the longest week of her working life. Apparently, providing baked goods for the school carnival was extremely important to the inhabitants of Fate Harbor. It was now also clear to Josie that everybody in town either didn’t know how to bake or hated baking, except for her. No wonder the Matushkas had retired.
“We want to buy everything in the display case.”
It was Thursday at one o’clock p.m. The carnival was Friday. Josie had just filled the display case for the third time today. She barely had enough in the back to replace what they wanted to purchase, so their request bordered on the ridiculous. What’s more, they were hardly the typical customers. So far, most of them were harried parents who needed to bring something in for their child’s classroom.
“Don’t forget to tell her about the special order we need,” the biggest one said to one smallest one who’d been doing the talking. The smallest one was at least six-foot, but the biggest one was a Nordic giant. He had to be six-foot-six if he was an inch, and he looked like many of the Norwegian fishermen that she’d met around town.
“What special order?” Josie asked the ‘little’ guy.
“We need a cake that looks like a fire truck,” he said.
Josie thought a moment, knowing she had some pictures she could show him of a fire truck cake she’d done while working in Florida. “When do you need it?”
“Tomorrow, for the carnival.”
Josie’s face must have given away her dismay.
“I’m so sorry, Miss…Josie, isn’t it? We know we were supposed to order this last week, but there were two fires the day we were going to do all the carnival planning. Normally, we go into Snoqualt to get this cake made. The kids really look forward to it, but we wanted to give the business to you. Now we’re in a pickle because we didn’t place the order with anyone, and we don’t want to disappoint the kids. We’ll help you any way we can. We know this has to be one of the busiest times of year for you, and unless there is a fire, we’re normally just hanging out at the firehouse, so you can put us to work.”
“Why do you need to buy so much other stuff?” Josie finally thought to ask.
“We have a booth that is a major attraction. One of the big things we do is sell baked goods. Normally, Jace sets us up, but he said to come to you. All the proceeds from our booth go to the Fireman’s Fund. We do a dunking tank, fire truck rides, and bake sale.”
“Why not skip the bake sale part, and just donate that part of the money straight to the charity this year?”
One of the four, with wicked gray eyes, smiled at her and answered, “Because you’re single.”
“Huh?”
“You’re not married, you’re cute as hell, and we now get to spend countless hours as your kitchen minions. How is this not a good thing?” Josie watched as the smooth-talking man who’d been placing the order hit him hard in the arm. Meanwhile, the Nordic giant flushed a bright red.
The fourth man burst out laughing. “Leave it to Joshua to tell it like it is. We promise to look but not touch. Josie, have a heart. There’s nothing wrong with flirting, and what’s more, it’s fun to give Chance and Sam a hard time.”
“Whoa, just hold your horses. I can’t keep any of you straight. I caught on that you two blonds are brothers and you’re all firefighters, and apparently there are currently no fires. I also caught on that you need me to pull your collective asses out of the fire, pun intended. But how do you know about Chance, Sam, and me? And why the hell does it matter that I’m single, and what the hell do you mean about kitchen minions?”
Elise let out a belly laugh behind her.
The last man who talked stepped forward with his hand out. Except for the difference in height, he could have been the twin of the Nordic Giant. “I’m Dane Johansen, and you can probably guess which one is my brother, Eric. You met our parents the other night when you went out to dinner with Chance and Sam.”
That certainly put things together for Josie. Eric and Dane were the spitting image of their fathers.
Dane continued. “The smooth-talking redhead is Ian Ransom, and the straight talker with the gray eyes is Joshua Parker. My brother and I are second-generation residents of Fate Harbor, and we heard about you the second you moved into town. Unfortunately, the forest fire over on the Olympic Peninsula kept us from coming over to introduce ourselves sooner.”
“So, how did you find out about me dating Sam and Chance?” she asked Ian and Joshua.
“Betty,” they said at once.
Josie had to laugh. “And what has Betty been saying?”
“That you are off the market, but that it never hurts for a girl to know she’s attractive.” Joshua said.
“Hear, hear,” said Elise.
Joshua went over to the older, happily married woman, and looked her dead in the eye. “And how has Ed been treating you lately, sweetheart?”
Oh, my God, there must be something in the water around this place.
Josie looked at the three men in front of her and couldn’t believe the level of mouth-watering testosterone. It made her want to call Sam and Chance to put out her own private fire. She cut her eyes over to Elise who just gave her a huge grin and a thumbs-up.
“And it’s not what Dane said,” Eric piped up. “We’re not over here trying to build up your self-esteem. Trust me, kitten, if Sam and Chance hadn’t already staked a claim, I’d be over here as often as I could because you are all kinds of fine.” Josie just looked up at the giant with her mouth open, not knowing how to respond.
Dane jumped back in. “Yeah, my brother’s right. But Sam’s a good friend of ours, so we promise to be on our best behavior.” He ended with a breathtaking smile.
“Josie, we know we’re putting you in a jam,” Eric said. “We really want to help you out, that’s why we’re offering you our services as kitchen minions. We’re a block away from the firehouse, so if something happens, we can respond immediately. But barring an emergency, we’re yours. We also promise to help you out during the next big event, too!”
“Okay, boys! If you really mean to clean out my stock but want to help me out, then sit your butts down over there and we’ll get started.”
Three out of the four sat down, while Joshua continued to flirt with Elise. Josie went to the back and found her cake book with the pictures of the old fire truck she’d made back in Florida. When she showed it to the guys, they seemed really impressed.
“This is better than the one the bakery in Snoqualt ever provided,” Ian said.
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