by Kells, India
Gage growled behind her and circled her hips in a possessive way as Knox, instead of smiling like she’d expected, remained serious. “I’m hard as fuck, baby. Frankly, your body is not a problem, it’s a temptation. Let me show you, let us.”
As he spoke, Gage continued to pull her sports pants down, lavishing her derriere with his lips and tongue. Knox didn’t kiss her again and instead watched her face. It was unnerving but also strangely arousing, as if he was trying to see her feelings and emotions.
Knox’s strong hands massaged her shoulders, trailing over her collarbone, hovering just above her breasts without touching them. Teased on two sides, Josie found herself sighing and leaning into their touch, her brain taking a backseat to the pleasure they were giving her.
Gage started to trace down the backs of her legs with his fingers. The touch was so light, it tickled and made her shiver.
Before her, Knox smiled and kissed her shoulder. “Ah, I love what I’m seeing, baby.” His hands ran down her ribs and her hands on his shoulders wanted to pull him closer, to stop his tentative touch, but it seemed he wasn’t inclined to give her what she needed. Instead, his mouth kissed the sensitive skin below her ear. “Tell me what Gage is doing to you right now.”
Was he for real? She was caught between two men in a whirlwind of sensation, and he wanted her to talk to him and explain what Gage was doing? Shyness made her blush and she shook her head.
“No? Is it so uncomfortable? Do you want him to stop?”
Gage chuckled behind her and started to caress the inside of her exposed thighs, his stroke going up an inch more each time. When he was about a hair’s breadth from her quivering sex, her sharp inhale made Knox smile.
“What’s going on, baby? Tell me, or I’ll have to ask Gage to stop whatever he’s doing if it displeases you.”
As if to tempt her to speak, Gage traced her outer labia with the tip of his finger, again and again, making her jump and grab Knox’s shoulders harder. His pale eyes were looking deep into hers and she knew he would tell Gage to stop if she didn’t start talking.
“He’s … His hand is high between my thighs.” Josie gulped some air and hoped what she’d said would be enough. She was at the tipping point between doubt and abandon, and knew it was up to her to push the scale either way. What did she really want? That question kept popping in her mind as she looked at Knox. She wanted him—her body had no doubt about it. And she wanted to be desired and pleasured. For once, she wanted to be the center of someone’s world. Despite saying otherwise, Knox now offered her that opportunity with Gage. Was she daring enough to take it?
“Ah! And what is he doing there? I need more details to decide if he’s worthy of being there or not.”
Gage’s fingers became more insistent, dipping a little deeper in her heat. Josie gulped some air before answering. “He’s touching me more deeply.”
Knox nodded. “And is it good or bad?”
Now running his digit the entire length of her sex, Gage rasped her clitoris and her breath turned into a cross between a hiccup and a moan. “Good, it feels so good.”
“Ah! That’s good. Now, do you think Gage is being forced to do that or is he enjoying himself pleasuring you?”
Gage kissed the back of her thigh before pushing a finger into her slick core. Josie closed her eyes, exhaling loudly, holding on to Knox like a lifeline. A second finger pushed inside her and this time she bowed, her hooded eyes on Knox who was breathing almost as hard as she was. Her hips started to follow Gage’s fingers as they pumped inside her.
Knox looked down at her, his hands following his eyes as he caressed her hips. “You haven’t answered me, lovely Josie. Do I have to ask Gage to stop so you can get your voice back?”
He was taunting her while she was becoming increasingly delirious with Gage’s fingering and his own ministrations. “I… I can’t remember what you said…”
His smile was what she preferred seeing on his handsome face, quickly followed by the hungry look lurking underneath his controlled civility.
“Do you think Gage is being forced to service you?”
Josie opened her mouth but could only shake her head.
“Good. We’re here because you’re a desirable woman who makes our cocks hard. We want to taste you and fuck you hard until you can’t speak or think, and then we’ll do it again.”
His words were like gasoline on her burning lust and this time, she was the one grabbing his head to bring him down to her mouth. Josie slid her tongue in his mouth and a ball of warmth settled in her belly when she heard him moan. She did that to Spencer Knox and it sparked an unknown surge of power in her.
Gage’s touch became more and more insistent and direct, leading the way to her orgasm.
Moving restlessly, Josie was ready to let go when Gage removed his hand and stood. Josie broke her kiss with Knox to berate Gage for leaving her hanging on the edge like that, but the cage fighter cut off her words by grabbing her and taking her mouth in a sloppy kiss.
Knox laughed behind her. “I think the lady doesn’t agree with you stopping what you were doing. She’s an impatient woman, don’t you think?”
Gage’s touch was rougher, more impatient than his friend’s, but in the state of arousal she was in, it was what she wanted. His erection was hard and pushed against her stomach and as Gage’s hands roamed over her, she circled his throbbing member with her own.
Gage hissed in reaction to her touch. “I think you have a point Knox. How about we show Josie a little trick or two?”
Knox circled her waist from behind, as he nibbled the back of her neck. “I agree. But let’s continue this in bed. My bed.”
Continuously touching her, not allowing her respite, the men led her away. It was dark in the room and Josie was glad. She hadn’t had a chance to admire Gage’s body but the body she’d touched was ripped. As she was placed on the bed, Knox switched on a small lamp, giving the room a warm glow.
Shyness had started to overtake her lust when Gage kneeled beside the bed and ran his hand over her legs, placing random kisses along her shivering skin. Her body was taking over her logic and fear once more, but what made her lose her train of thought was Knox undressing at the end of the bed.
He looked like a conqueror standing there as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, his gaze pinning her to the bed.
Part of her was hyper-aware of Gage kissing up her legs, getting closer and closer to her clenching sex, and even as she fought it, her attention was solely on the slow striptease of the man that fascinated her.
Gage bit her thigh to regain her attention and when she looked at him, he winked. “I see I’ll have to work a little harder to keep your focus on me.”
Knox started to chuckle, drawing her attention as he dropped his shirt. The black t-shirt he wore looked like the sexiest thing on earth, and she couldn’t wait for him to remove it from his body.
The moment he grabbed the hem and smiled, Gage groaned on her thigh and buried his face between her legs, swirling over her clit with his tongue.
She fisted his hair as an anchor to the sensual assault, and it seemed to spur him on. Josie would have closed her eyes and let Gage push her toward orgasm, but looking at the men, at the muscled back of the fighter between her legs, and at Knox who’d finally revealed his muscled torso was almost too much to sustain. Sensing her approaching orgasm, Gage retreated a little and Josie whined, making both men laugh a little more.
She loved looking at Knox as he put on a show for her. It wasn’t really dancing or stripping, it was mostly her watching him as he watched her. In the shadows she couldn’t see all the ink etched on his skin, but she could see paler lines across his ribs and near his hip that looked like scars. But her attention was diverted from them when he undid his jeans and pushed them down.
His cock bobbed into view and Josie almost hyperventilated as he advanced toward the bed. Crawling over it like a panther, Knox nipped at her breasts before taking her lips again.
Gage took the opportunity to move and Josie felt him kneel between her legs. Feeling the tip of his cock poised at her entrance, she took a deep breath and Knox paused for a minute, watching her as his friend slowly impaled her pussy.
Knox reached for his own cock and started stroking himself. “You look like a fucking wet dream, baby.”
Fully sheathed inside her now, Gage gulped and groaned, holding her legs hard as he started pumping. “Shit. Fuck. Man, she’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. And she’s squeezing me so hard.”
Each word came out of his mouth with a hiss and Josie was overwhelmed by how thick he was and how far he reached inside her. His length rubbed amazingly inside her, and the faster he went, the more she lost grip on reality. Surrounded by both men, she was animalistic, feeding only on her wants and pleasure.
Gage pushed her hard and when he slid his hand between her legs and teased her clit it pushed her over the edge. Her vision blurring, Josie opened her mouth to scream, but Knox crawled up beside her, swallowing her scream with his kiss.
Now, his kiss shifted from fiery to all-consuming. Knox took her hand and wrapped it around his raging cock, keeping his fist over hers as she stroked him.
Overwhelmed, overstimulated, and outnumbered, Josie shattered into orgasm. By the sound of it, Gage was about to let himself fall too. Knox filled her world with his taste. He increased the movement of his thrusts into her hand, his lips barely moving over hers, his mouth vibrating with his groans.
Gage pushed deep one last time before he spilled inside her. Knox followed as she felt his cock tremble before his cum filled her hand. Strings flew and landed on her breasts, but she didn’t care. The cock in her hand trembled some more before softening.
Josie was still lost in the most amazing fog of pleasure as Gage slumped partly across her body, slinging an arm over her belly, and Knox drew closer before lying down, cradling her body from the other side.
It was the most surreal feeling she’d ever felt. High on her orgasm, two gorgeous men warming her, Josie’s last thought before she was pulled into sleep was that she was either the luckiest woman on earth or completely insane.
Chapter 9
Knox was rubbing a kink in his neck as he took his fresh cup of coffee and went to his usual seat in the living room as the sun slowly rose.
He soon heard the familiar sound of dragging feet, followed by a closing door and the shower spray, which meant Gage was up.
It was Sunday, and in this little town, unless there was an emergency at the shop, Knox usually slept late, but the sleeping arrangements woke him, or rather the woman he held in his arms. Images of Josie’s flushed skin and spread legs worked better than caffeine to rev his system.
He was glad he’d put on a fresh pair of jeans after his shower which contained his second erection of the morning. He couldn’t remember being this hard since he’d been in his twenties, especially after a serious hand-job in the shower.
Josie Baird was the reason why. And that was dangerous, for both of them. He thought that having a taste of her would settle the attraction he felt, but it hadn’t worked. He had to admit that his taste was superficial as it was Gage who’d had all the action. He should have been frustrated about it but seeing Josie free of doubts and hardship was worth any case of blue balls.
In fact, he shouldn’t be that obsessed with her. When he’d lived in the city, he’d his fair share of pussy, and even cock, but since he’d come to Landston, and had to deal with the constant shadows of his past and his new business, getting laid had taken a backseat. That had to change.
He took another sip from his mug and watched as the sun rose. His gaze went to the horizon, admiring the pristine cover of snow by the lake, and realized that Josie wouldn’t appear as she had so many times before. The woman was in his bedroom, in his bed.
Knox could have lingered on that thought for a while longer, but instead, squashed the image as irrelevant, and what he felt as useless.
Once more a door opened and closed, and the shuffling of feet went into the kitchen. He could hear someone pouring a cup of coffee before making their way into the living room.
Knox watched as Gage let himself fall on the armchair in the corner. Freshly showered, beads of water still in his beard, he only sported loose sweatpants that had seen better days.
“You’re up bright and early this morning, boss man. Showered, dressed, and caffeinated. Are we supposed to be working today and someone forgot to tell me?”
“Slept enough.”
Gage nodded and drank more of his coffee, but he wasn’t done asking questions. “For a man who was involved in a threesome, you’re awfully tense. Dissatisfaction? Regrets?”
Glad Josie was still in the bedroom with the door closed, Knox frowned at him. “Don’t ever say that kind of thing in front of her! You’ve seen how self-conscious and skittish she is.”
His friend lifted his free hand in appeasement. “Hey! I wasn’t talking about me. The woman is a dream, a goddess. Hell, I was tempted to wake her up and give her a repeat of last night. I was talking about you. A man who just got laid shouldn’t have that kind of frown on his face.”
“Can’t you shut up?”
Gage angled his head as if considering it. “Not really my style and you know it. Or maybe the frown is because you’re an old man who’s forgotten how to relax and have fun?”
It took a lot not to react to that. He knew he was getting older, and what he’d had to do the previous year and the amount of self-loathing and pressure it caused didn’t help.
“That part of me is gone. Don’t think you can analyze my emotional state just from looking at me.”
The man chuckled. “Oh, please. I may be younger than you, but I remember the man Spencer Knox was.”
“Was being the operative word here.”
But Gage ignored him. “I remember I admired that man. A fighter who could bring anyone to his knees, or any woman from what I remember. Not only that, but I recall a party with more than one lady draped over you, spent and satisfied. You weren’t just a player, but a sex god as well.”
The world that Gage conjured was far away. So distant in fact that Knox didn’t know if it had ever happened. “You’re exaggerating.”
This time he laughed. “No, I’m not. And I’m guessing there are even a few men that were changed after a night with you.”
Knox rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that often or that many. You make me sound like I was lying down more than I was on my feet.”
Gage was laughing hard when a silent figure came out of the bedroom. Air moved and Knox inhaled Josie’s sweet scent.
When he turned to look at her, she seemed to hesitate, clearly debating if she should join them. Knox got to his feet and smiled, trying to make her relax again. “Have a seat. I’m about to get a refill. Would you like a cup?”
Once more she nodded and went to sit where he’d been a few seconds ago. She was dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of pants that were too large for her, but she couldn’t be more beautiful.
He poured her a cup, refilled his, and headed back to the living room. He handed her the cup and sat again.
“I heard you laughing. What was so funny?”
Knox noticed the rawness in her voice and he liked it. It was probably uncomfortable for her, but it made him remember how she’d screamed in pleasure the night before.
“I was reminding Knox of his wild, youthful days and he disagreed with me.”
“Stop it, Gage.”
Again, he laughed. “See? He denies it, but I know. I’ve seen it.”
A slight smile was on Josie’s face when she spoke. “What wild days?”
Knox groaned. He thought it was a bad idea to reminisce about his violent, sexual, and criminal past. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Come on! You can’t dismiss it like it was nothing.”
Determined to end this conversation that was taking a turn he didn’t like, Knox got to his feet, throwing a deadly gla
re at Gage for good measure, not that it would stop him at all.
Back in the kitchen, he checked the fridge. He’d bought everything he needed to whip up a full breakfast. A full mouth might shut Gage up.
“Do you need help?”
The soft feminine voice so close behind him made him hit the shelf, almost causing a pickle jar to fall. Barely refraining from cursing, Knox turned. “I told you, you don’t need to do everything around here because I offered you a place to stay.”
Josie seemed to consider it and turned to Gage who had followed her from the lounge and now sat at the island counter. “Just checking, but can you cook?”
Gage twisted his mouth, quickly glancing at Knox before answering. “We survive. I’m no good in the kitchen, and the more Knox cooks, the less he burns stuff, so it’s an improvement.”
Knox closed the fridge door and crossed his arms. “I don’t burn stuff. And I don’t know why you’re complaining. You’re always eating out.”
“Exactly, pal.”
Josie laughed softly, touching his arm to move him over. “Why don’t I do the cooking around here? I’m good at it, and I love it too. You guys can do the other stuff. That way, nobody gets taken advantage of.”
Knox was too focused on her hand to answer right away, but Gage whooped and jumped off the counter. “I vote yes. And I promise, if it’s only slightly better than Knox’s attempts, I’ll eat here morning, noon, and night.”
Nodding, Knox looked deep into her hazel eyes. “Only if you want to do it. Gage and I can take care of other things like vacuuming and cleaning. We each wash our own stuff, so that part is up to you too.”
“One more thing.” Gage came closer and the quick look he gave him made him guess what the topic was about. It was the elephant in the room since they’d all emerged from their bedrooms this morning. Gage touched her shoulder to make her look at him, and Josie blinked, but remained silent. “We haven’t discussed what happened last night. Are you okay with it? Knox and I wouldn’t dare presume. Personally, I prefer being upfront.”
