by Jane Jamison
“Good idea. If they’ve got any ideas about hurting Charlie, he’ll sniff it out and put a stop to it. But do it tonight. I’d like to get her to see Shannon tomorrow. I don’t want to keep lying to her.”
“At least she agreed to stay here until things calm down.”
Blane waited while Reese put Ripcord back in his stall. Rupert arrived to handle the rest of the horses. Together, the brothers walked to their home. A light burned from the bedroom they’d given Charlie.
“Blane.”
Blane followed Reese’s direction. A hitch trapped Reese’s breath before he could manage to get it started again.
The shadow against the threadbare curtains was a touch of heaven and hell rolled into one. Charlie’s back was to them as she dragged her shirt over her head and tossed it away. She lifted her arms to scoop her hair up then dropped it, causing a cascade of dark shadows against the curtains. The thin curtains didn’t hide anything from them. Instead, it gave her body an opaque essence that was even more titillating.
“I’m sure glad we haven’t gotten around to buying those new curtains.”
“Bro, I think it’s time to make sure our guest has everything she needs.”
Blane whistled, the yearning in the low sound echoing the ache in Reese’s cock as it sprung to attention. “When you’re right, you’re right. You know I’m all about hospitality.”
Reese picked up speed, heading for the steps. He growled as Blane yanked on his arm, pulling him back. “What the hell?”
“It’s wrong. Can’t you see that?” Blane spoke to him, but his focus was on the shapely figure above them. “We’re still lying to her, but we’re going to take her to bed? It doesn’t seem right.”
“We’ve already taken her separately. How much worse can it be to take her at the same time?”
Blane shook his head. “I don’t know. I want to go along with you, but—”
Charlie faced the curtain, glanced down, and looked straight at them. They could see her breasts, her raspberry nipples peeking upward on the swell of her breasts. Her slender body was outlined by the light of the moon, showing every curve from the soft fullness of her face down to the curve of her hips.
“Remember, we did save her life today.” Reese’s voice was almost guttural with his desire. His cock strained against the front of his jeans, and if he didn’t get relief soon, he’d die from his jeans cutting his cock in half.
“I guess you could say that.” Blane licked his lips. “Do you think she knows we’re watching her?”
“I think she’s counting on it.”
Reese left his brother behind as he hurried to the door. Leaving it open for Blane, he took the steps two at a time as he bounded toward the guest bedroom.
* * * *
Charlie stepped away from the window. Even if she hadn’t seen them striding toward the house, she would’ve sensed they were coming. Their connection or link or whatever it was between them felt stronger, more vibrant the more times she came into contact with them. She knew they were still holding back a secret, yet it didn’t matter whenever she thought of them lying next to her, running their hands and tongues over her. She’d waited long enough to have them both in bed with her.
She walked to the bed, pulled down the covers, and slipped between the sheets. Spreading her hair out like she’d seen other women do in movies and in men’s magazines, she positioned her body in a seductive way.
Reese opened her door without knocking with Blane coming in right behind him. They stopped, side by side, twin gods to her vixen.
The air in the room changed, charging with the invisible connection that was always there whenever the men came around her. Thickening with energy, the air felt heavy with a primal blend of male and female pheromones mixed with a wild edge of abandonment.
“Charlie.” Blane stared at her, his eyes alight with adoration. The expression on Reese’s face wore more carnal lust than Blane’s, but she could smell both men’s arousal.
“Come on in, boys.” She slid her gaze over their bodies. “No, that’s wrong. I shouldn’t have called you boys. You’re men with a capital M.”
Reese came to one side of the bed as Blane took the other side. “And you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Blane took hold of the sheet covering her and yanked it away. His quick inhale matched her gasp. “Reese is right. But I think you’ve got to be the sexiest woman in the entire world. Not just the sexiest one I’ve ever seen.”
Reese nodded, his hot gaze on her breasts. “When he’s right, he’s right.”
Blane started to sit on the bed then stopped. A wicked smile filled his face. “We liked the show you did in the window, but you can’t do that anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Yeah, bro. Why the hell not?”
“Because you don’t know who else might be watching. Rupert was in the barn. He could’ve seen you, and we can’t have that.”
She pouted, just enough to make her lips fuller. “But I liked giving you a show.”
Reese’s chuckle sent a rush of heat into her pussy. “No one said anything about not giving us a show. Give us one now.”
Charlie couldn’t have asked for anything better. She started to sit up then thought better of it. Instead, she ran her hands over her breasts, fondling them, making them bounce the way she knew they’d like. Using her index fingers, she played with her nipples, pinching them, tweaking them as she made soft, pain-filled oohs of desire. She turned one breast loose to cup the other and massaged the swollen peak with her palm.
Reese shifted on his feet, and she could see how badly he needed to set his cock free. “Reese, give me a show while I keep going. Take off your clothes and stroke your cock. I want to see it glisten with pre-cum.”
“What about me?” Blane had already started to pull his shirt over his head.
“Wait a minute, Blane. Let me enjoy Reese’s show first. But don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”
Reese threw his shirt to the floor and was working on the button on his jeans. She trailed her tongue over her upper lip and got a growl from him.
“Show me, Reese.”
He toed off his boots and his jeans fell to the floor. His cock sprang free, already moistened at the end. His cock was a huge purplish tool of pleasure with one large, dark vein underneath running the full length of him. Blond, curly hair framed the magnificent organ, and she ached to have his cock in her mouth.
“Stroke it, Reese.”
She put two fingers in her mouth then slid her hand between her legs and her pussy folds. Blane reached out to touch her, but she shot him a look to take his hand away. He grumbled and complied, but she knew he was only being nice for now. The heat in his face and the rigidness of his body screamed his lust, and he wouldn’t be held back for long.
Reese wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking. His lips parted as his eyes gained added desire. He was masculinity and beauty in one package that any woman would’ve died to have between her legs. But to have two of them? Charlie couldn’t believe her good luck.
“Spread your legs wider.” Reese’s voice was almost unrecognizable in his ache to have her. “I want to see your sweet pink pussy.”
She moved her legs farther apart, keeping them straight so they could see without having her knees in the way. Using her two fingers, she massaged the already slickened area around her inner labia then over her clit. She jerked as the tender bundle of nerves reacted to her touch then moaned and rubbed harder.
Reese pumped his cock and matched her pace. Blane was through being left out.
“My turn.” He pulled his shirt out of his jeans.
“Wait, Blane.” She pushed her luck a little farther. “Don’t take off your shirt. Take your jeans off first.”
Although he appeared confused, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he undid his jeans and shucked them off along with his boots. He started to reach for his shirt, but she stopped him again. “No. Turn around. I wa
nt to see your tight ass.”
Her breaths came faster as she increased her massage of her clit. She glanced at Reese to see his powerful pumps then turned her attention to Blane as he pivoted around. The shirt hit him in the middle of his ass, tantalizing her.
“Wiggle your butt at me, Blane.”
“What? Now come on, Charlie.” He twisted around toward her.
“Do it.” She clasped her breast and continued stroking her clit. “Spread your legs and bend over so I can see your balls. Good. Now wiggle for me.”
Blane did as she asked, bending over and wiggling his ass at her. “You are so going to pay for this.”
“I know. But it’ll be worth it.”
“I’m through stroking my own dick.” Reese crawled onto the bed and took her leg to pull her open even more. “Damn, but you’ve got the prettiest pussy. Take a look at her, bro.”
Blane didn’t wait for her okay but pulled off his shirt and came onto the bed on the other side of her. “She’s already wet and waiting for us. Can you smell her juices?”
“Yeah. She’s hot for us.” Reese inhaled, closing his eyes as a blissful expression came over him. “She smells like honey and—”
“Pussy.” Blane chuckled. “I don’t know any other way to describe her fragrance. Honey mixed with pussy.”
The men kept their attentions on her pussy as they murmured words of how much they wanted her and what they planned to do with her. The way they spoke made her think they wanted years of pleasure with her. But how could that be? Once she got Shannon, she’d leave and never see them again. Tears sprang to her eyes, and one lonely tear tracked its way down her cheek. She wiped it away.
“What’s wrong?” Reese laid his palm on top of her stomach.
“Do you want us to stop?” asked Blane.
“No. I’m just being silly.” Taking each man’s hand, she laid them on her breasts. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on every inch of me. Your tongues, too.”
They did as she asked, playing with her breasts and nipples then sliding their hands along the length of her. Their touches relaxed her yet turned her on at the same time. Reese pressed his hand on top of her smooth mons then slid it in between her legs and over her pussy. She jerked, and her pussy clenched to have him put his fingers inside her.
They kept on massaging her, playing with places on her body she hadn’t realized were erogenous. Amazing her, they brought her to the edge of climax with just their touch.
“Tongues. I need your tongues on me.” She sat up, grabbed their hair, and tugged their faces to her body.
Reese groaned and took her nipple into his mouth. He held her breast with both hands and devoured the taut bud, using his tongue and his teeth to savage it.
Blane flicked his tongue over her other nipple then tracked it along the curve of her body. He paused at the swell of her hips and nibbled at the tender skin. Keeping his tongue on her, he followed his hands down the side of her, over her thigh, and close to her pussy. Close, but not close enough.
“One of you get between my legs. I need a good tongue-fucking.”
Reese lifted his head, his blue eyes filling with bits of amber. “You’re ours, and we’ll do what we want.”
Before she could utter another syllable, he crushed his mouth to her. The kiss, reminiscent of their first kiss, drove away any thought of control. Slanting his head, he took her mouth, her tongue, leaving her no doubt that he was in charge.
She mewled as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She halfheartedly tried to fight for dominance in a game of tongue twister, but he soon had her giving in. She was defeated yet victorious at the same time. He paused long enough to draw in air then took her mouth again.
She’d never dreamed two men could want her so much. She’d never dreamed that she could want any man as much as she wanted both Reese and Blane. Whatever the future held for them, she’d treasure their time together for the rest of her life.
Blane trailed his tongue along her leg as he moved to the foot of the bed. Kissing her leg, he edged between her legs and took them over his shoulders. His face was close enough to her pussy to make her pussy weep for his touch. He gave it to her, first by flicking his tongue over her clit once then by blowing a long, slow breath on it.
She broke the kiss apart for much-needed air. “Reese, give me your cock.”
He tilted his head at her in that sexy way he had. “Orders? Again?”
She couldn’t have cared less who gave the orders as long as she got what she needed. She’d beg if she had to. “Please.” Dragging her tongue over her upper lip broke down any idea he might’ve had to refuse her.
Reese straddled her chest and took her breasts. Pushing his enormous cock between her tits, he eased his cock closer to her. She lifted her head to reach for the bulbous tip, and Reese pushed the pillow under her head to help ease the strain to lift her head up.
She flicked her tongue over the end to catch the glistening pre-cum hanging on the tip. At the same moment, Blane pressed his mouth over her clit. Gasping, she brought her teeth down on Reese’s cock hard enough to send him jerking backward.
“Hey, watch it! My cock’s not made of iron, you know.”
She put on a sheepish face. “Sorry. Blane, oh, yeah. Blane just sucked—oh, hell, yeah!”
Reese gave her his cock again. “No more biting. At least don’t bite hard.”
She shoved down a giggle, but Blane’s continued flicking of his tongue over her clit drove away her mirth. She pushed her breasts together, capturing Reese’s dick in between them. The tip of his cock played peekaboo with her as she sucked as much of it inside her mouth as she could. But Reese’s backward movements always drew it back out with a small popping sound.
Blane was driving her insane as he pushed two fingers into her pussy and latched onto her clit with his mouth. He plunged into her as he held the aching soft tissue of her clit between his teeth and lashed his tongue over the tip. Wetness slid into her crack and toward her anus. He pushed his fingers into her pussy, twisting them, searching for her sweet spot. She arched and pushed toward him, encouraging him to keep looking. Yet between Reese sitting on top of her and Blane putting a hand on her abdomen, she couldn’t move much under the torturous pleasure they gave her. Blane picked up speed, moving his fingers faster and faster as he laved his tongue over her clit. Turning his hand over, he found the spot that would drive her over the edge.
She cried out even with Reese’s cock in her mouth, but the sound changed to a long moan as her climax tore into her. Her vaginal walls trembled and tightened as the heat from her release spread upward and outward. She was consumed by the sexual storm, and her body trembled as the whirlwind blew though her.
She cried out again, whipping her head side to side as Blane kept his mouth and fingers on her and Reese squeezed his cock between her breasts. The sound of Blane lapping her cream sent her body into smaller shudders like aftershocks of the tremendous earthquake that had started it all.
Reese twisted around to watch his brother drink her cream. “I’m about to blow here, bro. Let’s change this up.”
She growled when Blane pulled away from her pussy. “No!”
Blane sat up but kept his hand on top of her mons. “Change it up how?”
Reese swung his leg away from her and grinned at both of them. “Like this.”
Chapter Eight
Blane narrowed his eyes at his brother. He never knew what Reese might do. But in sexual situations where they’d shared a woman, he’d never let him down.
Reese opened the nightstand next to him, grabbed a tube and tossed it at his brother. He took her by the arms and pulled, bringing her to a sitting position. “Take it easy, babe. I won’t let you fall.”
“Fall?” She yelped as Reese eased off the side of the bed and took a step backward. She went to her knees and, if Blane hadn’t grabbed her hips, she’d have gone head first to the floor.
“Easy, babe. Trust me.” Reese held her under the arm
s, holding her body suspended in air. He leaned forward and put his cock an inch from her face. “Suck me, babe. I had enough of a break to hang on while my brother drives his cock deep inside your butt.”
Blane growled his appreciation. He opened the tube and let the greasy substance drip onto her back right between the seam of her buttocks. She squealed as the cool liquid hit her skin, but she didn’t try to move away. He spread the lube into her crack then around the tight muscles of her dark hole.
She was tight, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Driving two fingers into her anus, he twisted them gently, getting her used to the idea. She moaned, but when he heard more lust than pain in the sound, he added a third finger.
Reese leaned forward. “Suck me again, Charlie. I’ll pull out if I’m about blow.”
Blane kept moving his fingers, helping her to get ready to accept his cock. Pumping his fingers in and out of her drove him wild, and he didn’t know how much longer he could stand before he’d have to push his dick deep inside her ass hole.
Charlie’s head bobbed up and down as Reese held her to him. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, and he leaned to the side to see her breasts bouncing freely. But not for long. Reese managed to hold her with one hand and cupped her breast with the other.
“Hurry up. I can’t wait forever.”
Blane gave his brother a nod. Easing the tip of his cock against her hole, he pushed in a little way and waited to see if he was hurting her. She wiggled her ass at him, letting him know it was okay. Putting on a quick cover of lube, he pushed his tip all the way inside her. She moaned, the sound muffled by Reese’s cock in her mouth.
He couldn’t stand it another second. He had to have her. Growling, Blane slid his cock deep inside her butt hole. When she didn’t complain, he pulled out and drove his cock into her harder than before.
Charlie’s body lunged forward, and Reese barely caught her as she fell toward the floor. She was flat-handed on the carpet, her hair hanging over her face, her breasts dangling. Reese dropped to the floor, laughing as he checked to see if she was all right.
