Two to Love

by Lexi Blake

  “Don’t think at all, darlin’. Look where your last idea landed you.” He turned and stared at the road ahead.

  It got really dark in the mountains. He concentrated on the twin beams of light that illuminated the road in front of him. It struck him suddenly that it took two lights to really see the way through and keep things safe. Turn one off and you could be blindsided. Something tightened in his heart. It would take two of them to keep Callie safe, two of them to really love her. He had to find a way to convince them.

  “You should turn here, Nate.” Callie’s head followed the road he should have turned down, the one that ran to her house. “You missed it.”

  “No, I didn’t. You’re coming home with us, and you’ll stay there.”

  Now she was looking at him. He felt that thrill he got when Callie was flustered and angry with him. He shouldn’t like to needle her, but she was so cute when she was pissed. And passionate.

  “I certainly am not. I am going home, and then you can ride back with Zane.”

  “Not happening. First, you were right. Zane takes up all the space. I can’t fit on the back of his bike. I’d have to ride on the handlebars like an eight-year-old. That’s illegal, so then I would have to write myself a ticket. If I have a ticket, how am I supposed to go on being Sheriff? I owe it to this town to be a role model. If I step down and the rubber duck takes over, chaos will ensue. So you have to come home with me in order to fight chaos.”

  He turned toward the road that led to the valley his and Zane’s cabin was in, thinking about how nice it would be to have her there.

  “That is the silliest thing I ever heard.” But there was a slight curling of her lips. It satisfied him.

  * * * *

  She knew she should protest. She should force him to take her home. This was definitely a case of “what would Nell do.” Callie’s hands twisted in her lap as Nate efficiently handled her car. The top of his head nearly brushed the ceiling, and despite the fact that he had the seat all the way back, his knees were up. She doubted Zane would be able to fit at all. Zane. He was here and, at the very least, he didn’t want her to be horribly murdered by bikers. That was something, right?

  She could still feel the press of him against her skin, his weight holding her down. She’d been able to sense his panic when he realized they were surrounded. A lump formed in her throat. They had been surrounded. Those men…they had been intent on killing him. The sudden image of Zane’s big body still and silent brought a sob to her throat.

  “Baby?” Nate’s voice was softer than she’d heard it in six years. He sounded like he had back then. “Oh, baby.”

  He pulled the car in front of the cabin he’d bought. Callie knew it as Marnie’s old place. The elderly woman had moved into an assisted living home in Alamosa. Callie loved her cabin. She’d played there with Marnie’s grandkids when they came up for the summer.

  He could have died…

  She heard the driver’s side door slam. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. She put her head in her hands and sobbed. It all crashed in on her. The weeks of being near Nate, her loneliness, how scared she’d been tonight. It crashed over her like a wave that had been building for years, and she trembled with the force of it. Her car door opened, and Nate unhooked her seat belt. Before she could protest, he pulled her into his arms. One hand went around her back, and the other hooked under her knees. He cradled her against his chest. Callie gave in to the irresistible pull of another human being comforting her.

  “What’s wrong?” Zane’s voice was a soft accusation.

  “She’s coming down,” Nate stated quietly.

  Zane nodded. He rushed to the cabin door, unlocking it and clearing the way.

  “I wasn’t high,” she protested through her wretched tears. It came out on a hiccup.

  “Of course you weren’t, darlin’.” Nate swept her through the small living room and sank down on the couch. He gently directed her head to the crook of his neck. “You had an adrenaline rush because you were in a dangerous situation. It helps keep you alert and aware during the crisis, but it has some aftereffects. Now you’re crashing down. I feel it myself.”

  “Me, too, babe.” Zane was kneeling close to her. His hand stroked into her hair.

  She rubbed her face against Nate’s neck. She should stop and put some distance between them, but it felt too sweet to be held. It had been so long since she had arms around her, skin pressed to hers, the scent of another filling her senses. She felt Zane moving next to Nate. She shivered slightly as his head nestled into her shoulder. She was fitted to Nate, and Zane was connected to her, the three of them linked together like pieces of a puzzle.

  “Callie, baby, we’re in a dangerous position.”

  She wasn’t sure if Nate was talking about the stuff with the bikers, or the fact that every nerve in her body was so aware of the two men touching her they were singing a chorus. Her tears were drying up, subsiding into little tremors. Those tremors were rapidly having more to do with the slide of Zane’s hand along her thigh and the way Nate’s breath heated her cheek than her earlier fear.

  Zane’s voice was a low, husky growl. “You’re going to have to stay with us for a while, babe. It seems like our past is catching up and you’re caught in it. That biker gang won’t go away. They’ll be looking to mess with you because they know that would hurt me.”

  “Us. Hurting you would hurt us,” Nate corrected. He brushed the hair back from her face. His blue eyes were serious as he forced her to look up.

  God, she must look a mess. She didn’t cry prettily. When she started, she went all out. She got red in the face, and her nose lit up like Rudolph. She tried to pull away. His hand tightened on her hair, firmly but gently keeping her where he wanted. It should have bothered her. Instead it made her soften against him.

  “Callie, these men are dangerous. You have to trust that we’ll do what it takes to protect you,” Nate said.

  Zane’s head rubbed restlessly against hers. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

  He groaned as his hand found the naked skin under the skirt of her dress.

  “We’ll take such good care of you.” Nate’s mouth hovered over hers. So close and then he was brushing his lips against hers, the kiss so sweet it pierced through her.

  Oh, boy. She was rapidly approaching the point where she wouldn’t be able to make a good decision. The tequila was still running through her system. It was time to slow things down. She understood the need to stay here, but she wasn’t about to sleep with them. Except when she opened her mouth to protest, Nate’s tongue slid in.

  Push him away.

  Her arms weren’t listening. One wound around Nate’s neck while the other wandered off to encourage Zane.

  Zane slid off the couch, kneeling at her feet. Nate’s tongue was gliding against hers with a silky grind. Callie felt Zane pull off her shoes. He held her feet in his big hands, surrounding them with his heat. They were both so hot. The heat that came off those large bodies could keep her warm all winter.

  Nate’s palms cupped her face, holding her still for his dominating tongue. He was done with gentle caresses, it seemed. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, challenging her to keep up with him. Callie let him lead, her tongue playing against his, a feminine response to his male dominance.

  She sighed as Zane gently bit at the arch of her foot. She’d never thought of a foot as being erotic, but the sensation was overwhelming. Her legs started to move restlessly. Zane held her, putting a stop to that.

  “No, Callie. You relax. You’re not in charge of this. We are.” Zane’s deep voice had a direct line to her pussy. It pulsed with need. She stilled, and Zane kissed his way up her leg, licking and biting and awakening every inch of her skin.

  Nate’s hands pushed down the straps of her dress. He kissed her hard on the lips one last time before twisting her body around. His hands on her waist, he spun her forward so her back was to his chest and used his knees to spread her le
gs wide. She could feel the hard line of his rigid cock against the seam of her ass. She wiggled against it.

  “No teasing,” Nate barked as he pulled down the bodice of her dress, baring her breasts. “Damn it, Callie, where’s your bra?”

  His hands cupped her, his fingers immediately playing with her hard nipples.

  “I don’t like them. I wear them at work but nowhere else.” She hated them, actually. She knew her breasts were too big to go without, but they were still somewhat perky, and she saw no need to give in just yet.

  She looked down, and Zane was grinning up at her, the look on his face so sweetly lascivious she thought she might faint. Whatever he was planning in that brain of his was going to feel good. She was sure of that.

  He tossed her skirt up, and his head disappeared. “Damn. No panties, either.”

  Nate pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She felt her breasts swell under his plucking fingers. Her head rolled back. She gave up the fight. Not that she’d given it much of a go. She wanted them, even if they broke her heart.

  “I’m fine with the panties.” Nate’s breath was warm on her neck. “But I don’t want anyone watching these breasts. They’re soft and round, and every man with eyes will want to watch them bounce.”

  Zane came out from under her skirt. “Let ’em. I don’t mind them looking, but I’ll kick the ass of anyone who tries to touch.” He shoved her skirt up, exposing her to the air. “This, on the other hand, is a different matter. God, I missed this.”

  He knelt back down and shoved his nose right into her pussy. The sensation was so startlingly intimate, she nearly jumped up. Nate’s hands tightened, keeping her close.

  “Calm down, darlin’. Let Zane taste you. He’s been wanting to taste you again for years.”

  “She smells so good.” Zane’s words vibrated against her flesh.

  “Is she wet?”

  The men were talking around her like she was a sweet plaything, existing only for their pleasure. She sighed and gave herself over to the fantasy. It was so nice to let go. Every day of her life, it seemed, was about being in control and taking care of someone else. This was heaven. She needed it so badly.

  Zane’s fingers slid through the flesh of her pussy. Callie felt a fresh coat of arousal covering her.

  “She’s past wet, bro. She is soaking.” He pushed a big finger deep into her pussy, grunting as he rotated it. Callie quivered. “She’s also tight as a drum. That’s what happens when you wait, babe. You get tight as a virgin all over again.”

  Nate’s tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you mean wait?” He gasped a little. She could feel his breath on her ear. “You haven’t had anyone but us, have you, baby?”

  She wanted to lie and tell them she’d had a hundred men since them. It would make her feel far less vulnerable than the truth. But they would see through her. Besides, there hadn’t been anyone. “No one but you.”

  She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted them. What she had felt for the Harper twins had been a girlish crush, an attempt to hold on to what she knew. Nate and Zane were different. Her heart had been engaged the moment she laid eyes on them, and she doubted it would ever change.

  “Now, Zane, since this woman of ours has been kind enough to wait until our dumb asses came back to her, maybe we should reward her.”

  Zane’s finger eased out. He brought it straight to his mouth and sucked the cream off it. “I was thinking the same thing. A woman like Callie deserves a reward.”

  He winked at her, his hair falling over his eyes as he knelt back down and out of view.

  She gasped when his tongue slid through her juices. Liquid pleasure coursed through her. She sagged against Nate. The hard muscles of his chest became the only thing that seemed concrete. Zane’s soft, strong tongue lapping at her felt too heavenly to be real.

  “That’s right, darlin’. Give over. Just relax, and let us have you.” Nate’s hips moved against her ass in a slow grind. “We’re going to take such good care of you.” His Texas accent was amped up. Every word dripped honey.

  She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that this time they would stay. It didn’t matter. She would at least have this night. Zane ate her pussy, seeming to savor every inch. He sucked the flesh into his mouth and then fucked his tongue deeply into her channel. Over and over, he sucked and then speared her with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. It felt so good, but it wasn’t even close to being enough.

  “Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. She never had been. She wanted to wrap her fingers in Zane’s thick hair and force him to fuck her hard with his tongue, but Nate’s arms bound her.

  “Please what, darlin’?”

  “Please make me come.” It had been so long.

  “She wants to come, Zane.”

  Zane’s head came up. She wanted to cry at the loss. “Fine, I’ll give you the first one, but then you don’t come until I’m inside you, understood, babe?”

  She managed to nod. That sounded fine to her. Zane’s eyes stared at her breasts as he parted her with his fingers and worked his way up. Even his fingers made her feel full. He pumped slowly into her.

  “Nate, I think I need to taste one of those luscious tits of hers.” Zane licked his lips. She could see the evidence of her arousal coating them.

  Nate’s hands cupped her breasts, offering them to Zane. Without missing a beat, Zane leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His tongue whirled around the nub as his fingers continued their steady rhythm. She bucked against Nate.

  His left arm tightened around her waist, and his teeth nipped her ear. “You stay still.”

  She shivered at the erotic pleasure-pain that bite caused. As though he knew what his partner had done, Zane bit down on her nipple as his thumb found her clit. The combination of sharp pain and grinding pleasure made her scream as the orgasm washed over her. As she came down, Zane continued to thumb her clitoris. Little aftershocks caused her to shiver. Zane tongued the nipple he’d bitten softly, caressing it, as though in apology.

  She dragged in long gasps of air and let her hand find the silk of Zane’s hair while she rested against Nate.

  * * * *

  Zane took one last soft drag off that sweet nipple before deciding his dick had been in agony long enough. If Nate was in the same shape he was in, Callie was in for a rough ride.

  “Hands and knees.” He stood and quickly shrugged out of his shirt. He didn’t take any time to think about the scars on his body. A part of him knew that Callie wouldn’t care. She hadn’t cared about his scarred face, but that didn’t matter. He was far too eager to get inside her. It was all he could think about since the moment he realized she would have to stay with them. If she was living here, he would be on her four times a day if she let him. God, he felt like a beast in full rut. He shoved his jeans off. His cock was already poking out of his boxers.

  Callie’s eyes were slightly sleepy. “What?”

  He decided not to argue. It was better to show her what he wanted. He picked her up. “Nate, pull out the couch. It should be the perfect height.”

  Nate’s eyes heated. They were definitely on the same page. Nate quickly flipped the back of the old couch down. It made a flat surface. It was uncomfortable as a bed, but it looked like the perfect way to get Callie in between them.

  While Nate stripped, Zane pulled the dress over Callie’s head and tossed it aside. She wouldn’t need it tonight or, possibly, tomorrow. He drank in the sight of her perfect hourglass figure. Her nipples were still tight from his attention. Her breasts full and heavy. Her pussy gleaming with moisture. Her eyes languorous. She was the perfect picture of a well-loved woman.

  He pulled her close, every inch of her pressed against him. His cock pushed at her belly. He forced her chin up so she had to look at him. “Babe, I want you on your hands and knees on the couch. Face Nate and spread your knees wide for me.”

  Her sweet face was a little dreamy as she nod
ded up at him. He couldn’t help but smile as he plucked her glasses off her nose and laid them aside.

  “Hey, what if I need to see something?” She wasn’t vigorously protesting. Her hands ran along the sides of his chest. The soft caress made him want so much more.

  “I think you’ll be able to see what’s coming your way, babe.” Zane slapped her ass gently. Nate was in place, his face flush with arousal. He stroked his cock as he waited on the other side of the now flat couch. “Do what I asked.”

  She climbed onto the couch, giving him a spectacular view of her ass. Her ass was made to squeeze and take a pounding. Callie was petite in height, but she was lush and curvy. She wasn’t delicate anywhere but her sweet soul. She’d been made for sex—pussy sex, oral sex, anal sex. He’d get in there soon enough. For tonight, her pussy would do, but he intended to play. She was perfect for him. Them. She was perfect for them.

  Zane strode across the room and grabbed his bag. He didn’t have the toys he needed. He would buy those specifically for her, but he had a couple of things that would help. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a stack of condoms.

  Nate approached her. He stroked her hair gently before wrapping his fist in it and guiding her head to his engorged dick. “Lick me, darlin’.”

  Callie’s tongue came out obediently and fluttered across Nate’s cock. His partner’s head fell forward.

  “Oh, yes, just like that.”

  Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked. Nate’s cock disappeared and reappeared as he fucked his way into her mouth inch by inch. Zane felt his balls draw up at the sight. He was harder than he could ever remember. He stroked his cock for a moment as he watched them then rolled on a condom. He got on his knees behind her sweet ass. She wiggled it back as though anticipating his entry. He had something to do before he got to that.

  He lubed up his right hand. He dribbled a line of the slick stuff along the valley of her cheeks. She had the most adorable dimples in the small of her back. Zane caressed them briefly before parting the globes. Callie stiffened.