by Maya Banks
someone had landed a punch to her stomach. God, the man was one sexy beast. He padded over to the couch in bare feet and flopped down beside her.
He reached forward to pluck his beer off the coffee table before leaning back and propping his feet up. He glanced sideways at her for a moment before placing an arm behind her shoulders.
“Come here,” he directed, pulling her against his chest.
She didn’t resist and soon found herself absorbing his scent as she burrowed deeper into his body. Her gaze flitted downward to the juncture of his legs. She’d have to be blind to miss his hard-on.
Her hands itched to touch him, to take his length in her hands and caress him. How would he taste? As sexy as he looked and smelled, she’d bet her next paycheck.
“Sugar, if you don’t quit staring at me that way, we’re never going to make it like this.”
The words rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against her ear. Her cheeks warmed, but she smiled as she saw his cock swell even larger, straining against his shorts.
She grinned impishly, the devil taking over. She slid her hand over the solid wall of muscle on his chest, down toward his taut abdomen. The man was built like a brick wall.
Her hand drifted lower.
“Kit,” Mac warned.
She ignored him and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Hmmm. No underwear. His crisp curls tickled her palm as she delved lower.
“Kit, for God’s sake,” Mac said in a strained voice.
His rock-hard erection flinched in reaction when her hand curled around it. His shorts had to go.
She moved off the couch and settled between Mac’s legs. Without looking once into his eyes, she pulled at his shorts. She smiled a tiny smile when he raised his hips to aid her.
God, the man was built for pleasure. A woman’s pleasure. His cock jutted upward, straining and swollen. She cupped her hands around the base, stroking upward in gentle motions.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ryder watching them intently, desire glittering in his dark eyes. He’d shoved closer once Kit had gotten out of her place. If the bulge in his jeans was any indication, he was as turned on as Mac was.
She continued the slow up and down movements of her hands, then she leaned forward, letting her hair fall across Mac’s thighs.
With only a little hesitation, she slid her mouth down the length of his penis, sucking him against the back of her throat.
Mac let out a long hiss. He thrust a hand in her hair, gathering it away from her face. His fingers ran gently over her cheek, stroking the skin before delving deeper into her hair.
“God, baby, that feels so good.”
Encouraged by his approval, she picked up her pace, sliding her lips up and down his length. She cupped his balls in her hands, squeezing and massaging as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
His hips began arching to meet her, and his hand tightened in her hair as he held her in place to meet his thrusts.
“Kit, you gotta stop or I’m going to come.”
His words came out breathless, edged with lust and need. She pulled away, and for the first time, met his gaze head on. “I want you, Mac. It took me long enough to say it, but I’m saying it now. I don’t want to wait. I’m not some fragile piece of glass that’ll break if you touch it.”
She turned her head to Ryder so he’d know he was included in her declaration. His dark eyes probed her. He reached out a hand to cup her chin, and he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Darlin’, if you’ll run that sweet mouth of yours over my dick like you did Mac’s, I’ll give you damn near anything you want.”
His words sent sharp tingles of need straight to her pussy.
“Then you’d better get those pants off,” she directed.
CHAPTER 5
Kit sat back on her heels and watched in appreciation as Ryder pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles rippled across his abdomen. He tossed the shirt aside then began unbuttoning his jeans.
He peeled them down his hips, and Kit quivered as his cock sprang into view. He stood before her, a wild thing, all hard muscle and badass attitude. His dark hair curled wildly at his shoulders, and she itched to dive into it with her hands, wrap the strands around fingers as he fucked her.
Ryder stepped forward, a clear invitation for her to taste him. Using Mac’s leg to brace herself, she rocked forward until she was on her knees in front of Ryder.
She reached up with one hand and circled the rigid cock just an inch from her lips. Slowly, teasingly, she wet her lips and gently tucked the head into her mouth.
Ryder groaned above her. “Easy darlin’.”
She sucked him farther into her mouth, sliding her tongue over the vein down the back of his penis. Light sucking noises filled the room as she took him in and out.
Mac took her hand from his knee and guided it to his own cock. She curled her fingers around the base and let him ease her hand up and down with his.
Ryder’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her tightly as he began moving in and out of her mouth. Then Mac cupped her chin and guided her gently away from Ryder. Mac leaned back against the couch and urged her back to his straining erection.
“You have too many clothes on, darlin’.”
Ryder’s hands skimmed over her back, shoving her shirt up and unclasping her bra. She closed her eyes and sucked Mac’s dick deep inside her mouth. Warm, firm hands slid over her bare skin, around to her breasts.
Mac pulled her away, then Ryder urged her to her feet. Mac stood up so that they flanked Kit. Four hands reached for her shirt and shorts, pulling, peeling until she stood naked before them.
“You are every bit as beautiful as I imagined,” Mac said huskily.
She closed her eyes and leaned into his arms. How she loved their strength, the raw power that exuded from them in waves. Here, between them, she felt safe. Protected.
“We’re going to take you to bed, Kit. Do you want that? Do you want what’s about to happen?” Mac asked.
She opened her eyes and found her lips hovering a heartbeat from Mac’s. “I want you to kiss me,” she whispered. “Like you did in the bar.”
His hands cupped her face, and he leaned down to capture her lips in a hot embrace. “I’m going to kiss you, baby. And a whole lot more. Before this night’s over with, there isn’t a place on you that won’t have felt my lips.”
Kit shivered and went limp against him. How his voice had the power to rob her of all strength she didn’t know, but she was a mass of jelly.
Ryder’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against his chest. His large arms encircled her body. She leaned her head into the curve of his neck to give him better access to whatever parts of her body he wanted to explore.
One hand palmed her breast. The other hand slid down her belly to the quivering flesh between her legs. He slid his fingers into the soft folds of her pussy, parting them as he stroked a finger over her clit.
Her body jolted as waves of electric pleasure snaked through her lower body.
“I love that your pussy is bare,” Mac growled. “So soft and pretty. Did you do this for us, Kit?”
She swallowed and nodded. Yeah, she knew their predilection for shaved pussies. She’d heard their rowdy talk enough to know precisely what it was they liked in their women.
Mac leaned in to kiss her again, his body meshing against hers, pushing her further into Ryder. Then he stepped back long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.
“Time to go to the bedroom,” Mac said.
Ryder let his hands fall down her body. Mac reached for her, pulling her close then lifting her into his arms. Ryder walked ahead of them, flipping the light on in Mac’s bedroom. Mac carried her through the doorway and laid her gently on the bed.
She gazed up at the two men who stood over her, two hulking, prime specimens of manhood, and tonight they were all hers. Damned if she wasn’t going to make the most of it.
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bsp; “I’ve wanted to taste you all night,” Mac murmured as he crawled between her legs.
A full body shiver took over her as Mac spread the folds of her pussy with gentle fingers. The bed dipped beside her as Ryder spread out next to her. His fingers chased the chill up her belly to her breasts as Mac’s lips kissed the soft flesh between her legs.
“You’re beautiful, darlin’. We’ve waited a long time for this.”
She closed her eyes and threw back her head as Mac’s tongue delved deeper. Her clit quivered and shook as his tongue traced lazy circles around the taut peak. His fingers sank lazily into her cunt, sliding in and out with exquisite care.
Ryder’s warm breath blew over one nipple just as he sucked it between his teeth. She bucked and writhed as the two mouths performed delicate surgery on her body.
Mac spread her legs wider, baring her completely to the two men’s view. He pressed a tender kiss to her clit before sliding his big body up her abdomen and settling his hips over hers.
Ryder rolled to the side, his hand tangled in Kit’s hair. Mac reached between them, grasped his cock in his hand and guided it toward her waiting pussy.
Kit’s breath caught in her throat as Mac probed her entrance with the head of his cock. She moaned low in her throat and twisted restlessly. She wanted him inside her, a part of her.
Slowly, reverently almost, he slid into her. Her body welcomed him like a long lost part of her. His frame encompassed her, covered every inch of her as his hips surged against hers. She was stretched to her limits, her body seeking to accommodate what he demanded of her.
“Move with me,” Mac whispered as he bucked forward, seating himself deeper.
She wrapped her leg around his hips, holding him tightly. She arched her body into him as his cock came to rest against her cervix. It was hard to breathe. She struggled to control the overwhelming tide of pleasure. It threatened to consume her, and she didn’t want to let go yet. She wanted it to last.
Mac gathered her in his arms, held her tight as he sank into her again and again. Every muscle in his body tightened until he felt like stone against her. Then he pulled away, withdrawing from her.
She cried out in protest, reaching for him. But then Ryder covered her, and her pulse sped up all over again. Ryder was more impatient than Mac. He spread her legs in one swift motion and thrust into her.
Unlike Mac, Ryder gripped her hips in his hands, knelt between her legs, pumping into her with greater force and speed. Mac fused his mouth to hers as Ryder filled her again and again. Mac’s hand drifted down her belly. His finger found her clit as Ryder withdrew. He began to manipulate the throbbing bead as Ryder picked up his pace.
“Oh . . . ” Her voice gave out in an unintelligible gasp.
“That’s it darlin’,” Ryder encouraged. “Let it go.”
Noooo. She didn’t want it to end. Not yet. But her release started a slow crawl as she ascended the peak.
Ryder thrust harder. Mac continued the rapid circular motion of her clit. His mouth dropped from her lips to suck at first one nipple, then the other.
Kit squeezed her eyes shut and let out a high keening wail. Her belly exploded in pleasure. Fireworks went off around her. She bucked underneath the men but Ryder’s hands never left her hips. Mac held her tightly. He murmured encouragement, words she didn’t understand in her ear as the world swirled around her.
Finally, she sagged, her body coming off the tight spin. She sank into the covers, her muscles as limp as a bowl of overcooked pasta.
Ryder leaned over her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. Only then did she register that he was still embedded deeply within her, and still very hard.
He pulled away, shifting his weight off her. She focused her bleary vision on him trying to understand why he and Mac had both quit before they’d reached their orgasm.
Mac chuckled lightly in her ear as if he’d heard her unspoken question. “The night is still young, babe.”
She shifted, turning on her side to cuddle into Mac’s arms. Ryder slid behind her until she was cradled between him and Mac.
“Rest a minute, darlin’,” Ryder murmured. “Because then it starts all over again.”
CHAPTER 6
Kit awoke to warm lips nuzzling her breast. She blinked sleepily, enjoying the feeling of complete and utter peace that enveloped enjoying the feeling of complete and utter peace that enveloped her. Soft light poured from the bedside lamp, bathing their naked bodies in warmth.
Ryder’s hand rested on her hip, and he squeezed lightly as he kissed the back of her neck. Mac sucked at her nipples until she moaned softly in response.
“You’re awake,” Ryder said.
Mac didn’t take his head from her breasts. He sucked harder, alternating between the tips. He grazed the stiff peaks with his teeth as he sucked hotly.
Kit wrapped her arm around Mac’s shoulders, running her hand to the back of his neck. Her fingers brushed through his short hair as she pulled him closer to her chest.
The bed swayed as Ryder sat up. Kit looked at him over her shoulder when he rose and walked to the dresser a few feet away.
“Where you keep the condoms, bro?” Ryder asked.
Kit frowned slightly. “I’m on birth control,” she said in a low voice.
Ryder turned dark eyes on her, staring intently. Mac’s lips stilled, her nipple on his tongue.
“You not want me to wear a condom, darlin’?”
“No, I mean unless you think you should?”
“I’ve never gone bareback with a woman. You’d be the first.”
“Mine too,” Mac whispered against her breast.
“I trust you,” she said. They were the only people she trusted. Then another thought occurred to her, and embarrassment rolled hot over her cheeks. “Unless you want to wear one because of . . . because of what happened,” she finished quietly.
Mac’s hand tightened around her waist. Anger flashed in Ryder’s eyes.
Mac slid his hand up to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You had all the tests, Kit. You checked out fine. We’re not afraid of you. We’re just trying to protect you. You’re the only woman I’ve even considered not wearing condoms with. It’s your call.”
She looked back at Ryder then shook her head. “I don’t want them. Not with you. I trust you both.”
Ryder slid back onto the bed and spooned against her back. He rubbed his hand over her hip and up to her breasts. “Kit, we don’t think any less of you for what happened, and if I ever find the bastard who hurt you, I’m going to kill him.”
The promise lay heavy over them. No dramatics from Ryder. He wasn’t the dramatic type. He meant business. She shivered, knowing Ryder would indeed kill her attacker. She imagined the same thought was running through Mac’s head even though he remained quiet. Too quiet.
She’d seen the look of rage in his eyes that night. Violence had blown like an out-of-control fire through his big body. She’d known in that moment that cop or no cop, Mac would have foregone the very laws he’d sworn to uphold. It was one of the many reasons she hadn’t told him about the stalking.
She sighed, feeling a little deflated. Since the attack, Mac and Ryder had treated her differently. She just wanted to go back to the way things were before. They were careful around her now. Quieter. As if the attack had changed them as much as it had her.
Mac fingered a lock of her hair. He’d pulled his head up until he was eye level with her. His blue eyes blazed with a multitude of emotions.
“I can pretty much guarantee I won’t like whatever it is you’re thinking right now.”
She smiled. “I’d rather not be thinking at all.”
Mac stared into her eyes for a long moment before he slowly lowered his head to hers. His lips touched her lips. Gently at first. So tenderly she wanted to cry. Then he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over hers.
“Don’t wear those lips out,” Ryder said. “I have plans for that sweet mouth.”
Kit smiled as Mac grumbled.
“Ride me, Kit?” Mac asked.
He stretched to his full length beside her, turning flat on his back. Her gaze wandered down his chest to where his swollen cock
