Her body flowed like honey, hips swaying suggestively, her blue eyes dark and mysterious.
When she stood in front of him, the cherry-colored nipples were close enough to scrape his chest. He stiffened.
She cocked her head to the side, studying his face. He knew he had to look hard-edged and angry. But she didn’t hesitate, reaching for his belt, tugging the tongue free from the buckle and sliding it slowly from the loops. When her fingers went to work on his buttons, she had to break away and watch what she did.
He stared at her bent head, at the sticky cream in her hair that his brother had left as a taunt, and he wanted nothing more than to take her to the ground and fuck her raw.
Instead, he held still, letting her repeat the process of opening and lowering his pants. She knelt in front of him and looked up his body, her cheek sliding along his shaft.
Something in her eyes, something soft and pleading drew his hands from his sides, and he cupped her cheeks. His fingers slid into her hair and centered her on his rigid cock.
The first glide of her tongue was heaven. Nothing less. The second caused him to stab forward, impaling her hot, wet mouth. She breathed loudly through her nose and sucked on him, her tongue and mouth squeezing around him.
True couldn’t tear his gaze away from the woman working his cock so sweetly. His wife had done it because he’d asked. Honey loved it. He could tell by the soft moans she made, by the dreamy lowering of her lids as she sucked.
He’d never felt anything like her soft wet mouth. Never been loved so thoroughly. Watching her, feeling every stab and stroke of her tongue, his balls hardened, drawing closer to his groin. His toes curled inside his boots.
True glanced up and found Lonny lying on his side on the bed, his hand around his dick. When his gaze rose to True’s, he smiled. “She’s something.”
Something straight out of heaven.
Honey came off his cock but continued to pump her fist. “Want me to swallow your come, True? Or do you want to paint me with it?”
“Fuck.”
She smiled. “So, you do know another cuss word, or was that just a statement of your intentions?”
Lonny chuckled, but True was way beyond verbalizing what he wanted. He pushed her hand away from his shaft, fisted himself, then gripped her hair hard and pulled her face toward him. He slid his cock back into her mouth and fed it, inch by inch, until he had to drag his hand away. Then he rocked forward and back, watching his shaft slide into her pink mouth.
She cupped his ass and came up a little higher on her knees, aiming her mouth straight over him and swallowing him down, using the back of her throat to caress him.
It was the sweetest fucking kiss, and he felt it all the way to his toes and back. But she wasn’t through surprising him.
Honey moaned around him, her jaws widened, and then she forced herself farther down his cock.
He’d never been deep-throated. Never heard the likes of the gargling groans she made as she took him down. He stroked once, twice, then felt his balls explode. “Fuck…fuck!”
His come blew through his cock in steady pulses, and she swallowed it greedily, suctioning and pulling more from him, until he finally lowered his heels to the floor and tried to drag her off him.
When his cock slipped from her mouth, she continued to lick his shaft, his balls, tongue-stroking him, lips gliding along his length, until she finally pulled away. Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she sat back on her haunches and stared up at him.
She wanted praise. He could see it in her expression.
He didn’t know the words to express how he felt. Instead, he hauled her up, hands beneath her arms, and then held her against his chest until his heart slowed. “That was so damn good,” he whispered against her hair.
“Glad you liked it,” she said, laughter in her voice.
“I owe you.”
“You said that before, but I’m not keeping score,” she whispered. “Promise I’m not. Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it. It’s my pleasure.”
Her pleasure. How the hell did he get so lucky? “I don’t deserve you. I was rough with you last night.”
“I thought I blew it, going all weepy on you. It embarrassed me, but you…the way you looked…” She nuzzled against his neck.
He hugged her harder against him. “How’d I look?”
“Like you cared,” she said, her words muffled against his skin.
True closed his eyes, remembering the sick hollow feeling in his chest when he’d seen the cabin consumed by flames. “I do care. I swear I do.”
Her head lifted, and she pressed a kiss beneath his ear. “True?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want to fuck.”
Her words, gusting against his neck, made him shiver with delight. However, he was spent for now. The little witch really had wrung him dry. His gaze went to his brother. He didn’t want to glance down, but Lonny’s erection was too impressive to ignore. Taking a deep breath to fortify himself, he set Honey away from him, turned her, and slapped her butt to get her moving toward Lonny.
She gasped and glanced over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”
True grunted. He hadn’t known either, but he’d liked the sound his palm made against her soft flesh.
Honey slid a knee onto the bed.
Lonny reached for her and pulled her over his body as he lay back. At least, True couldn’t see his brother’s dick anymore. It bothered him more that he was comfortable admitting that.
Lonny glanced over Honey’s shoulder. “True, get on over here. We’re ready to play and need another set of hands.”
True closed his eyes. He could do this and not make an ass of himself. And truthfully, he was more than a little intrigued about how Honey was going to handle two men. She talked big, but he’d seen her less than confident.
Lonny had her draped over him, his hands planted on her soft ass, kneading her as he kissed her mouth.
Her feet stretched, her toes curled, her bottom sank as she ground against Lonny’s cock.
True climbed onto the mattress and pulled her toes.
She chuckled and looked back. “You wanted my attention?”
“I want a sight more than that,” he ground out.
She turned back to Lonny. “Did I tell you how much I love it when he growls at me?”
Lonny smiled and lifted his head to kiss her again, and then he rolled, coming over her body. He straddled her waist and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head.
A frown wrinkled her forehead. “I told you I don’t like being restrained.”
“Maybe you never had the right guys making you stay put. We’ll give you plenty to touch.”
She bit her bottom lip and glanced over at True.
He sat, one arm around a bent knee, pretending he wasn’t ready to grab Lonny by the scruff of the neck and pitch him to the floor.
“We owe you a turn,” Lonny said. “No matter what you told True.” He climbed off her then crawled toward the head of the bed. He pulled Honey up until her back rested against his belly. His hands slid over her belly and swept upward to cup her breasts.
When he raised his head, he dared True to make the next move.
True knew exactly what he wanted to do. Taste every inch of her.
He grabbed Honey’s ankles and forced apart her legs and climbed between them. Smoothing his hands up and down her soft thighs, he watched her skin rise in gooseflesh. Watched her sex clasp and open. She was wet, ready to be taken.
He bent and cupped her belly, skimmed over the fine hairs, and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.
Lonny smacked her breast, causing her to gasp and squirm. True aimed a glare at his brother but was caught by Honey’s expression. Her eyelids dipped, her pink mouth formed an O.
On his hands and knees, he climbed up her body, nestled a knee beside her hip and dipped to mouth her nipple.
Lonny cupped her, plumping u
p her breast, and held still while True latched onto the quivering tip and drew it into his mouth. He sucked hard, stretching the nubbin. Then he gently chewed, enjoying the sounds she made, low, pain-edged moans, loving the way she writhed and fought Lonny’s restraint as he clasped her wrists again and held them out to her sides.
True rooted at her breast, nuzzling his face into the soft cushiony globe, and then worked his way over to the other breast to torture her some more.
Honey let out a breathy laugh. “I didn’t know you two were sadists.”
“That pleases you?” Lonny said slyly.
“I didn’t know it would, but… Fuuuck…”
The last word stretched as True bit her nipple and tugged it, pulling it outward then releasing it to spring back.
Her one thigh he didn’t have bracketed rose, hugging him, and she rolled her hip side-to-side, as though trying to comfort herself.
True gripped her upper thigh and lay it down, opening her wider beneath him, and scooted down the bed, nibbling and licking his way across her ribs, along the gentle curve of her belly. He tongued her belly button then gave her sharper flicks as he made his way to her soft mound.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “Lonny, let me go.”
Lonny stretched her arms upward, forcing her back to arch, pulling her belly taut.
True pushed apart her thighs and laid his hands against the tender insides to force them wider still, until her inner lips opened, revealing her entrance.
He sank his face into the crease between her right labia and thigh and licked along the line, then the side of her smooth feminine fold. “You shave?” he murmured against her.
“Wax…it lasts longer,” she moaned.
He fingered the soft bristles that clung to the edges of her outer labia. “I think I’d like to see you completely bare.”
“I’ll mention it to the attendant at my salon.”
“Maybe you’ll let me shave you.”
Lonny chuckled. “Her pussy’s wet, True. Quit teasing her. She’s rubbing her butt so hard against my cock I might not last.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your hard-on, brother.”
His own cock was thickening, but he concentrated on Honey’s geography, spreading her outer lips and running a finger along the pink flesh he bared. Then he ruffled the edges of her inner labia, noting how they resembled flowers petals. But they didn’t smell as innocently sweet. He dragged in the scent of her musk, stroked his tongue between her delicate lips, and caught the cream oozing from inside her.
He’d never thought much about oral sex. He knew his way around a woman’s pussy, but he’d never been this fascinated. Her response to his exploration, the breathy moans and subtle pump of her hips, fed his own arousal. He sank two fingers inside her, testing the fit, learning the texture of her inner tissues, rubbing around until he stroked over the spot that caused her to cry out and jerk upward. “That it, baby? Did I find it?”
“Again…right there…please, True.”
He rubbed her again, memorized the depth, then slowly withdrew.
Her mournful cry made him smile. When he glanced up, Lonny smiled too, although his face was tight and strained.
True had had enough.
He came to his knees, laid his hands on her thighs and stroked her with his thumbs while he waited for her eyes to open.
When she peeked between her lashes, he said, “Just how far do you want to take this?”
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Honey’s eyes widened. He expected her to say it out loud?
“Not a fair question, bro,” Lonny said, massaging her breasts. “Despite how this seems, Honey’s a lady, through and through.”
His touch soothed where just True’s hard expression made her pulse jump. She wanted it all. Wanted to be stuffed so full of cock she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She wanted this to be different from anything she’d ever experienced—she needed it to be more. “You don’t have to defend me,” she said under her breath.
True rasped his thumb over her folds again, and her belly quivered. She was open, vulnerable. Couldn’t he see how much she wanted to be taken? By both of them? She sucked in a breath to slow her heart rate and center her thoughts.
True bent over her and rubbed her mouth with his thumb, painting it with her cream. She licked her lip, touched his thumb, then sucked it into her mouth, her gaze never leaving his.
He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, pulled away his thumb and kissed her mouth, then hovered there, his breath mingling with hers. “I know how strong you are. How sexy. You aren’t afraid of the words. I’ve read them.”
She swallowed hard. “It’s different when it’s in my head. I’m free to be however I want.”
“You’re free here, baby. To do anything you want. To have us do anything that’ll please you. You only have to say it.”
Her eyes filled, and she blinked away the moisture. He’d called her strong, and all she wanted was for Lonny to let go of her wrists, so that she could wrap her arms around True and hide her face when she said it.
But they weren’t going to let her hide. “I want your cocks,” she said hoarsely. “Both of them.”
True kissed her mouth. “How?”
“You, in my…pussy,” she paused because she’d almost tripped over the word. “I want Lonny…” Fuck, she couldn’t say it.
Lonny’s cheek glided against her hair. His hands squeezed her breasts. “Say it, baby, and I’m there.”
She gave a choked laugh and shook her head. True’s eyes glinted with heat and, maybe, just a little jealousy. She didn’t mind a bit that he felt possessive. “I want Lonny up my ass.”
Lonny’s chest shook beneath her.
Her cheeks flooded with heat.
The corners of True’s mouth twitched. He kissed her hard and pulled back.
“Up you go, sweetheart,” Lonny said, pushing her off his chest.
Honey sat up as Lonny slipped from behind her.
“Have to find the lube.”
“Oh, hell,” she whispered. She hadn’t thought it through, knew intellectually there was a process to the preparation. Kenny had taken her on her virgin drive, but that had been a long, long time ago.
True lay down on the bed beside her. She rolled to face him, slipping her hands under her cheek. He smoothed a rough palm over her hip. His fingers tightened, pulling her in.
When they lay facing each other, their hips snuggled close, she gave him a shy glance. “I’m truly sorry about your cabin.”
True grunted. “I’ll rebuild. I have plenty of timber. Don’t worry about it.”
“You say ‘I’ not ‘we’.”
“I run the ranch. Lonny’s pretty much ceded everything to me. We share profits, but he doesn’t like the day-to-day. He only comes back during the winter to lend a hand. He prefers rodeoing.”
“He mentioned that when we met.” She lowered her lashes, wanting to ask more, because he was talking to her. She enjoyed the low timbre of his voice. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said softly.
“I told you before, you shouldn’t be. We were both there. I pushed a little too hard.”
“I didn’t mind that. You unnerved me a bit, but only because…” She bit her lip.
“Because, why? What did I do? I won’t do it again.”
She shook her head. “It was me. I liked it, when you were…tender. I was melting, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I thought it would just be fun, you know?”
He combed back her hair then cupped her cheek. “It was never just fun. Not for me. Since we’re being honest, I was a little confused too. I want more than this, more than sex, Honey. I didn’t want to feel like this, but I do.”
She blinked and raised her gaze. The banked heat was still there; his arousal painted his cheeks a rosy hue. But there was warmth in his green eyes. Words became a barrier, and she drew closer to rub her mouth on his, telling him the best way she knew how that she loved what he’d said.
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sp; His tongue darted out, slipping between her lips, and he growled as he threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard.
“Stay like that,” Lonny said, his voice filled with dry humor.
True growled again and broke the kiss to give his brother a hot glare.
Lonny chuckled.
Honey glanced over her shoulder.
Lonny held up a tube of K-Y. “Since I know True won’t stand for me coming over the top of you two, side-by-side’ll work just fine.”
She turned away, gave a moan, and hid her face against True’s chest. She felt the tension in his body.
He kissed her hair. “Sure this is what you want?”
“Only if it doesn’t affect us,” she whispered.
True hugged her closer. “Just the once then.”
“Just this. I’m really not looking to be the middle of a threesome. But I’m…”
“You’re curious.”
“I want something I’ve never had before.”
He tugged her hair to raise her face and studied her expression for a long moment. The hard edges of his face relented, and he kissed her forehead. “Lonny, quit hovering. We’re doing this.”
Honey stiffened as the bed dipped behind her. She flinched when a cool hand cupped her bottom.
“True, she’s a little nervous,” Lonny said quietly.
True slid his thumb along her cheek and leaned in to kiss her again. “Put your arm around me, sweetheart. Forget he’s there. For now.”
His kiss was soft and sweet, surprising when she could feel how hard he was, how his cock jerked every time her belly moved against it. True wasn’t a naturally gentle man, but he restrained himself for her.
“Condoms, brother,” Lonny said.
True pressed her lips again then muttered a curse. He rolled to his back and reached for the nightstand drawer. “Dammit.”
She smiled, remembering that he’d pulled it out in his rush to cloak himself last night.
He rolled up and bent to stretch toward the floor, and came back with two packets, one he tossed at Lonny. With his back to her still, True bit the foil. She heard the sounds of latex stretching, snapping. He cursed again then lay down, gathering her against him.
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