She crossed the yard and took the three steps up to the porch and waited while Remy selected the right key for the door. The dogs settled back on the far end of the porch but were watching them intently.
Cherry wasn’t quite sure how this was going to work but figured she’d let the men lead the way. “Have you two done this before?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about the idea of them having shared other women before.
“A couple of times,” Remy said as he unlocked the back door and pushed it open.
“Oh.” What could she say to that? She almost wished he’d lied, but that wasn’t Remy’s way. You could count on him to tell the truth no matter how painful.
Wes wrapped his arm around her and urged her inside. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
Both apprehension and excitement warred within her, with excitement edging out in front. She hadn’t been in their home in years and was curious to see if there had been any changes.
Their mother had left when they were only boys. They had that in common. None of them had had mothers growing up, but at least hers hadn’t left by choice. Her father kept her up on all the news so she knew their father had passed away five years ago. It had been the two of them living here alone ever since.
The light was on over the stove, giving her a pretty clear view of the room. It was like stepping into a time capsule. The kitchen was almost exactly the same—dated but clean and functional. Actually, it was cleaner than she would have expected with two men living here. “Do you have a housekeeper?”
That would certainly throw a monkey wrench into things. No way was she having hot sex with two men while their housekeeper slept downstairs. She slowed, but Wes kept his hand on the small of her back, urging her through the kitchen.
“No, no housekeeper,” Wes assured her. “Although we do have a woman come in every Wednesday to clean and do the laundry.” He bent down and nibbled on her neck. “We’re all alone.”
Goose bumps trailed from her neck and down her arm. Was she really doing this?
They passed the living room on the right. It was dark, but she could make out the shape of several large leather couches, perfect for two big men to sprawl out on at the end of a long day. They were new. She remembered a sofa and two chairs with faded brown-and-beige stripes.
The stairs loomed before her and she grabbed the banister for support.
“You okay?” It was Remy who asked. He’d stopped several stairs above her and was watching her intently.
She nodded, half afraid to speak.
His harsh features softened slightly, or as much as they could on a hard man like Remy. The scar on his left cheek gave him a rough appearance, almost sinister.
“Where did you get it?” She motioned to the scar, wondering how it had happened, wincing at how much it must have hurt.
“A horse who’d been abused caught me with his right hoof.” He fingered the scar before dropping his hand. “My fault. I should have realized how spooked he was and approached him differently.”
Cherry sucked in a breath. He could have easily been killed, yet he blamed himself and not the animal. That said everything there was to say about Remy Smith.
“Broke my nose too,” he added ruefully.
“Gave it character,” Wes quipped.
“I can give you some character, little brother, if you’d like.”
Cherry giggled. It was a nervous sound. The brothers sounded the same as they had all those years ago. Little had changed. Except for one small detail. She was about to sleep with both of them.
Remy came back down two stairs and towered over her. Wes stood behind her, his hands on her waist. “Don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll take care of you.”
The soft, crooning tone had her creaming her panties. Oh, he was good. They both were. They made her feel safe even as they aroused her.
Remy leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Back and forth, back and forth, barely touching them until she was going up on her toes to get deeper contact.
“Mmm, you taste good.” Remy took her hand in his much larger, rougher one and gently tugged her up the stairs and down a hallway. She couldn’t see much, but a single light glowed from a room down at the end of the hall.
When he pulled her through the doorway, she immediately knew it was Remy’s room. A huge king-sized bed dominated the space, but the room was big enough to accommodate a tall dresser, a nightstand and a rather large chair in the corner without seeming cluttered.
It was surprisingly neat for a single man. A shirt hung over the arm of the chair and a lariat rested on the floor beside it. Some loose change was scattered on a tray on the dresser and the nightstand held a lamp, a half-full glass of water and a tattered paperback. A pair of boots sat next to the dresser. A navy-blue comforter covered the bed and matching drapes hung at the window, though they weren’t pulled. A homemade quilt was draped over the footboard.
“You won’t regret this,” Remy promised. His fingers went to the buttons on her top and he began to slide them open one by one.
“We’ll make you feel so good,” Wes promised from behind her. He slipped his hands beneath her top and cupped her breasts. Even though she was wearing a bra she could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin fabric. It was as if it wasn’t even there. Her nipples puckered in anticipation as Wes’ thumb traced the outer edges of the taut bud.
Remy finished with the buttons and pushed the fabric down her arms. Wes released her and stepped back, grabbing the top and pulling it the rest of the way off. Remy made a growling sound deep in his chest. “You are so beautiful.” Large, calloused fingers traced the edge of the fragile lace. “As pretty as this is, I think I’ll like what’s underneath it even more.”
Wes’ clever fingers unhooked the bra from behind and Remy drew it down, tossing it onto the floor. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were full and firm.
Remy covered them with his hands, weighing and caressing the mounds. Her skin looked pale next to his tanned hands. “Perfect.”
Wes stroked his hands up and down her spine until she was arching into his touch. It was only then that she realized what they were doing. They were gentling her as they would a nervous filly, getting her used to their touch, making her anticipate it.
She wasn’t sure she liked the analogy, but she couldn’t deny it was working. The slight queasiness in her stomach settled and anticipation thrummed through her body. Her breasts felt full and heavy and her pussy was wet and empty, aching to be filled.
Cherry licked her lips. “You’re both wearing entirely too much clothing.”
“Oh, darlin’,” Remy crooned. “Never let it be said I disappointed a lady.” He reached behind his head with one hand, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Several buttons popped, making her laugh.
“You could have unbuttoned your shirt.”
He shrugged. “Would have taken too much time.”
She couldn’t argue with him about that. She placed her hands on his broad chest, marveling at the hard muscles of his pecs, the width of his shoulders and the well-defined ridges running down his abs. Remy Smith was a work of art. And all this tanned flesh and muscle was hers to touch.
Cherry found herself fascinated by the light sprinkling of crisp hair that ran between his flat nipples. But she was doubly fascinated by the thin line of silkier hair that bisected his torso and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Her finger followed the line, stopping when she hit his belt, but there was no disguising the size of his erection pressing against the front of his zipper.
“Now this looks interesting.” She rubbed her palm against the hard ridge, smiling when Remy’s hips surged toward her. He swore under his breath and pulled back.
“I’m on a hair trigger here, darlin’.”
Cherry liked the idea of him wanting her so much. It only seemed fair since her insides felt as though they were on fire and could explode at any time.
Strong hands snaked
around her waist and began to undo her jeans. Wes pressed against her back and his erection prodded her behind. “Let’s finish getting you naked.”
The sound of her zipper being lowered sounded extremely loud. Other than the sound of their deep breathing, the room was quiet. The dim light from the lamp on the nightstand suddenly seemed like a spotlight. Cherry crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling unaccountably shy.
Remy caught her hands and pulled them away. “Don’t hide from me, from us. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He tugged her toward him and she went, moaning aloud when her breasts pressed against his chest and the crisp hair there lightly abraded her nipples.
He held her there, demanding nothing, simply holding her. Cherry felt silly and she hated feeling that way. She wanted this, but it was still awkward. There were two of them after all.
“Do you want me to go?” As though he’d been reading her thoughts, Wes’ voice was gentle and without judgment. He brushed his hand over the top of her head, lightly combing his fingers through her unruly curls.
She turned her head and peered at Wes. He’d removed his hat and set it on top of the dresser. He was shirtless and his belt was undone, his jeans open. He had slightly more chest hair than Remy did. His short hair was slightly spiky on top, as though he’d run his fingers through it. His blue eyes were filled with compassion and understanding.
How could she send him away? She couldn’t.
She reached out her hand. “Stay.”
He took it and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay if you change your mind at any point. Just tell me. Tell us.”
She glanced back at Remy, but could tell nothing from his expression. Every muscle in his body was tense and his erection was visible. He still wanted her. They both did. And, rightly or wrongly, she wanted both of them. Now. Tonight.
Cherry took a deep breath, grabbed the waistband of her jeans and shoved the material down her thighs. Wes sucked in a deep breath and she knew he could see that she was wearing a thong, which gave him a great view of her butt.
“I gotta say, sugar, I love your choice of underwear.” The pure masculine appreciation in his tone made her smile.
“Thank you.” She toed off her flats, thankful she wasn’t wearing boots, and kicked her jeans away, leaving her clad only in her pale-pink thong.
Remy sat down on the mattress, his eyes never leaving the thin triangle of fabric that covered her mound. He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her forward until she was standing in the vee of his spread thighs.
Remy let his hands wander around to the base of her spine and then downward until his two large hands were cupping her behind. He squeezed and released her. “Turn around so I can see.”
Cherry felt self-conscious, but also aroused knowing both men were looking at her. She slowly turned, stopping when her butt was facing Remy.
Wes smiled. “I need to catch up to you.” He yanked off his boots and shucked his jeans in a heartbeat. His socks and boxer briefs came next, leaving him totally naked, over six feet of prime masculine flesh.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his aroused cock. He was thick and long, the head flared and damp. She’d never had a man as big as him before and the thought of it made her pussy clench.
Cherry squealed and jumped when sharp teeth nipped her ass. Remy laved his tongue over the small sting. “You’ve got a first-class ass, darlin’.” He cupped the mounds and squeezed them. “But I want to see what you’ve got under these skimpy panties.”
Remy turned her around so she was facing him again, hooked his fingers in the strings of her thong and pulled the garment down, letting it drop around her ankles.
He combed his fingers through the dark curls covering her mound and made a low humming sound in his throat. “You smell delicious.” He leaned down and inhaled deep. “I’ve got to taste you.”
Oh God, if she hadn’t been wet before, she was now. Had she ever known a man as blatantly carnal as either Remy or Wes? She didn’t think so. They were both so earthy, so matter-of-fact about their sexuality. And why wouldn’t they be? They were both gorgeous, primal male specimens.
Remy used his thumbs to spread her slick folds wide, exposing her even more to him. Her knees went weak and she quivered with building desire. Wes moved in behind her, his strong arms supporting her as he reached around her to cup her breasts.
Wes tweaked her nipples, tugging lightly with his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped and squirmed against him. His heavy erection pressed between the folds of her ass. “I love how responsive you are,” Wes murmured.
Then Remy buried his face between her thighs. Cherry went up on her toes, not knowing if she wanted to run away or get closer. Since running away was impossible with her sandwiched between the two men, there was no escaping the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Remy’s tongue lapped at her folds before traveling to the top of her pussy to find her clit. The small bundle of nerves was alive with sensation, begging for his touch. She swiveled her hips slightly, trying to get him to touch it again, but he seemed content to simply circle her clit.
She moaned and squirmed, needing more than he was giving her.
“What do you want, darlin’? Tell me?” Remy’s rough voice skated over her skin like a caress.
“Touch me.”
“Where?” Remy’s tongue flicked over the bud, but lightly. It wasn’t nearly enough pressure.
“There, but more.” She licked her lips in anticipation and nearly lost it when he pressed his tongue against her clit.
Behind her, Wes began to move, his cock sliding through the crease of her ass. She could feel the base of her spine getting damp with his pre-come. His hands continued to mold and caress her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until they were painfully tight.
“Come for us, darlin’,” Remy crooned. He slid two thick fingers into her slick channel and she lost it.
The explosion came hard and fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and she cried out, her entire body bucking when Remy tugged on her clit with his lips. Wes rubbed his palms over her nipples, sending her off on another round of spasms. Her body was no longer her own, but belonged to them.
She shut out the flash of fear that threatened and simply let herself go, losing herself in the release of passion and tension. She didn’t want to think, only to feel.
Cherry didn’t even have to worry about falling when her knees wouldn’t hold her any longer. Wes caught her, swept her into his arms and laid her on the bed. With her eyes only partially open, she watched as Remy stripped off his boots and the rest of his clothing. He paused to yank open the drawer of the nightstand and pull out a strip of condoms. Her eyes widened at the number of them. Surely he didn’t expect to use them all.
He caught her gaze and smiled. “Oh, darlin’. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Four
Wes wanted his turn next, wanted to make Cherry come, to taste her arousal, to hear her soft cries of release as she orgasmed. There was nothing quite as beautiful as watching a woman come, and when that woman was Cherry it was even more special.
Naked, she was even more spectacular than he’d imagined and he’d imagined plenty. But fantasy in no way lived up to the reality of the flesh-and-blood woman sprawled across his brother’s bed. Her skin was soft as silk, her breasts firm, creamy mounds tipped with pale-pink nipples. Her hair was an explosion of curls across the white pillowcase. Her legs were long and firm and he couldn’t wait to have them locked around his waist as he fucked her.
He frowned when he noticed just how tiny her waist was. Come to think of it, her jeans hadn’t been tight on her. She’d obviously lost weight lately. Not good. He’d have to make sure she ate more and took better care of herself.
Wes mentally put the brakes on that thought. He knew he wanted her permanently in his life, in their life, but he didn’t want to come on too strong, too fast and frighten Cherry away. He knew she believed tonight was
an anomaly, a fantasy they were all living out for one night. But it was much more than that for him and Remy.
She blinked and gave him a sleepy smile, her brown eyes dark with passion. Unable to resist her siren’s call, he stretched out next to her, leaned down and kissed her. She made a small humming noise in the back of her throat and her lips parted, inviting him in.
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
Wes remembered the night of their high school prom, the first and only other time he’d kissed her before tonight. They’d both been younger, but even so, he’d known then Cherry was special. And now she was here with him, with Remy.
“You taste like honey.” He licked at her lips and smiled at her. “Sweet.”
Remy sat down next to Cherry and cupped her pussy. She jerked and then moaned. Wes decided it was time for him to have a taste of her cream. It wasn’t fair that Remy knew what she tasted like and he didn’t.
Wes kissed his way down her body, pausing for a moment to sample her firm breasts and the lovely pink nipples topping them. They were taut buds of pleasure, a slightly darker color than they’d been earlier.
He licked her rib cage, nibbled on her hipbones and nuzzled her waist. Remy automatically moved out of his way, giving Wes the room he needed. He wanted to spend more time exploring her, but his cock was screaming for release. His balls were so tight to his body it felt as though they were trying to climb inside him.
Wes ran his hands up the insides of her sleek thighs, loving the way they parted for him, making room for him between them, silently inviting him to explore further. He worked with animals every day so he understood that, despite the trappings of modern society, man was more primitive than he liked to believe. The urge to claim, to mark Cherry as his was almost overwhelming. Wes struggled for control as he shoved his hands under her round, firm ass and lifted. He lowered his head and took his first taste.
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