by Sarra Cannon
Christ, he wanted whatever she’d give him tonight. He knew she’d spent some quality time with Landry—he’d smelled his brother all over her when she’d come flying back to the Bayou Sweetie with a pack of vamps riding her ass—but he’d been trying not to think too hard about what that meant. He didn’t begrudge any touching Landry might have done, but damned if he didn’t want his chance, too.
He turned off the hair dryer and cradled her against his chest.
“You and my brother got along real good earlier.” Damn. He didn’t know why he’d picked those words, but they were out there now. Kind of like an elephant in the room. If he put his hands on her, there’d be no hiding what he wanted from her.
She didn’t answer him, just chewed on her lower lip some.
He figured that wasn’t a Hell no, Dre, so he dropped his hand to the towel tucked around her and tugged gently.
“We don’ need this, do we, honey?”
He pulled the edges of the towel apart slowly, giving her time to protest. God, she was truly spectacular. Her body was curvy all right, but toned from working on the boat near year-round. All sun-kissed gold except for the pale lines from her bikini. He bit back the growl building in his throat.
“You have any idea how beautiful you are?”
She swallowed, and he didn’t think that was a yes.
“Kill the lights?” She voiced her question softly but not hesitantly. He saw as well in the dark as he did in the motel’s sixty watts, but he didn’t see the need to tell her that. Whatever made her happy. Reaching out, he flicked the lights off, then came back to explore his treasure.
He placed the heel of his hand on the top of her mound and pressed gently, skimming his fingers over the rounded curve of her belly. A little shudder rippled through her, a low gasp escaping her mouth.
“You promise me somethin’,” he said gruffly, slowly moving his hand down. He didn’t let up the gentle pressure any, showing her he was here and damned if he was going anywhere now. She’d let him in, and he was having this taste of her.
“What?” Her eyes slipped closed, and her body tensed in anticipation. She’d like this. He’d make damn certain of that. If he did nothing else for her tonight, he’d give her pleasure.
“You don’ like what I’m doin’ here, you tell me, honey.” He tucked his palm against her wet entrance.
“Okay.” She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.
“That’s our deal.” He nipped lightly at her ear, and she jumped, giving him the angle he wanted. He got two fingers right at the top of her pussy, catching her clit between them. “You break that deal, and we’ll be havin’ words, you and I. Somethin’ else, too.”
“Okay,” she repeated, and that was his go ahead.
Christ, he loved the sight of her perched on his lap, all needy and unsure. Head turned away from him, she was part shy, part wild. All woman and definitely all his. Fuck yeah.
“I wan’ me another taste of this pretty pussy, okay?” He pressed down, stroking slowly over her clit before teasing her opening with his thumb. She sank onto him with a lush groan and rode his finger for long, wicked minutes.
When he finally popped his finger free, he savored the carnal sound and her greedy little moan. “More?”
Her face burned some, the pretty pink flush spreading to her breasts and lower, but she nodded. She liked what he was doing to her.
“Then ride me some more, sha.”
He lifted her and pulled her slowly onto his dick. Her pussy opened for him, letting him push inside. Up, and then down. By his fourth stroke, she was leaning forward some, moving with him.
“Good?” he asked.
The snug walls of her channel sucked at him, clinging when he drove slowly in. She nodded, her head in clear agreement with her body.
Good enough for him.
He pushed in. Pulled out again.
She started rocking, rubbing herself against his dick. Her slick folds teased him with each erotic movement she made. Christ. She was killing him. Her head fell forward, and he brushed the hair away from her neck, tracing his lips along that vulnerable curve, loving the trust she’d gifted him with.
She sighed and he groaned, filling up the room with their own kind of song. The steam was fading from the mirror, now that he’d killed the hot water, and he could see Mary Jane moving on his dick. Her pussy took him when she sank down, his dick parting her lush folds and pushing up deep inside.
He was a possessive son of a bitch, and she was all his.
He wanted to get his arms around her, take her face-to-face.
Lifting her, he carried her over to the big bed. She didn’t protest much, just sighed and wriggled some, like she was remembering how he’d filled her.
The mattress gave as he came down over her.
“Condom?” she whispered, like she’d only now remembered to play it safe, but her hands were tracing a naughty path down his chest, and he wondered how far she’d let him go. He loved the idea of her making them a family. Still, he obediently snagged a foil packet from his jeans pocket and rolled the latex down.
Tucking himself carefully at her tender opening, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close. Pushed in slow and careful. Out. And then in again. She circled her legs around his hips and held him tight.
“Dre?” Her hoarse plea sent him right over the edge.
Dropping his head to hers, he kissed her and kissed her, savoring her sweet taste as he drove in and out of her. Faster and faster, skin slapping at skin in a raw, carnal reminder of how they were connected, until she squeezed him tight, her breath escaping in a little whimper as her nails scored his shoulders.
He said something into her mouth, broken words about love and mine and yours, but she pushed up and then she came for him, the night narrowing to the delicious spasms of her pussy contracting around him, holding him as close as her arms did. Christ. She took him with her. He came hard and fast, hips pounding into hers. Nothing but a thin barrier of latex between them as he poured himself into her.
His.
The door to the connecting room opened, and instinctively he rolled fast, putting himself between her and their company.
Landry.
— —
“You started without me,” Landry drawled from the door she hadn’t noticed before. His hair was wet from a recent shower, his jeans only partially buttoned.
Oh my God. Mary Jane shoved frantically at Dre’s chest, trying to scramble away from him. To put some distance between them. She’d come for Landry hours earlier—now she was beneath his brother in a Motel 6. When Riley was missing. What kind of woman did that make her? And, if Landry was back, did that mean he’d done what he’d said he’d do and rescued Riley?
“Riley?” She asked, hearing the fear and anguish in her own voice.
“Taken care of,” he said, watching her with his bedroom eyes. Relief powered through her, followed by desire. He didn’t seem bothered by finding her in bed with his brother. His erection punched at the front of his jeans.
No, his feelings on the subject of sharing her with his brother were perfectly clear. Landry Breaux was all in. The question was, was she?
“I—” Could what? Explain? A few stolen minutes in the bayou didn’t mean she and Landry had any kind of commitment between them. Hell, they hadn’t even had sex.
His slow, sexy smile made her nervous. And hotter than hell. “You don’ need to worry about explainin’, honey. This is jus’ fine with me. Dre and me, we like sharin’.”
She’d heard the rumors about these two particular Breauxs. Hell, the whole bayou liked talking about these two. She’d never dreamed, though, that she’d be in a position to prove or disprove the gossips. The girls at the bar, sliding bowls of peanuts and passing long necks, had plenty to say about Landry and Dre. Light and dark, they’d whispered, despite the external similarities of those two faces. But both men were big men who knew how to take care of a lover.
Did she want
to be that lover? Could she be? What if they were disappointed in her? Sexual gymnastics wasn’t part of her repertoire. Hell, she didn’t have a repertoire—only a really long dry spell she was looking to end.
“I’ve never…” She paused, uncertain what to say or how to say it.
Landry made it easier for her. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked slowly towards her and Dre on the bed. “You never had two males at once? That all you worried about, sha? Because we can show you whatever you wan’ to know. We’d be more than happy to, Dre and I.”
She looked over at Dre, and there was no missing the heat burning in his eyes. Yeah, he didn’t look like he minded at all. He hadn’t moved since Landry had appeared in the doorway.
“You wan’ to?” Landry’s voice was heated seduction itself. “Jus’ for a few minutes here, to see how much you could like it?
“You wan’ to stop, we stop,” Dre promised hoarsely. “That’s never changin’.”
“You’ll jus’ be havin’ two of us.” Landry’s knees hit the side of the bed, waiting for her to decide.
Dre’s mouth brushed her neck. Paused, came back and found a particularly sensitive spot that had her moaning. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, seeking more of the delicious sensation. His teeth grazed the exposed curve lightly, and she shuddered. God, his touch was something right out of this world.
Heat blasted through her.
So good.
“You give me your neck like that, sha, and the wolf in me, he comes on out.”
Landry leaned in, his hands cupping her shoulders, his thumbs stroking along the sensitive hollows.
“You like that?” Landry’s teeth grazed her skin, and she pushed back against Dre in silent demand. More.
“Yeah. You’re sayin’ you trust me,” he said roughly. “Us. In the wild, when a wolf shows her throat, she’s tellin’ her mate she’s submissive. Waitin’ for his pleasure.”
“You want to mate me?”
The situation was awkward and arousing at the same time. What did he mean by mate? He used that word, and she wasn’t sure he meant sex. Or only sex. Or how she felt about either or both possibilities. She wanted to do a little sexual exploring, she reminded herself. She wasn’t looking for happily ever after, and these boys weren’t offering her that anyhow.
Were they?
“Uh-huh,” he growled against her skin, and she heard Landry’s answering murmur. “That’s the plan.”
As Dre’s mouth returned, kissing an erotic path up her throat, she told herself she should protest. She needed to make it clear that she wasn’t submitting herself to him. They were equals here. But, God, his touch was so very, very good. He knew exactly how and where to touch her, holding her lightly on his lap while he landed one sexy, hot kiss after another against her throat. She didn’t want to be anywhere other than here in his arms.
“You goin’ to submit, sha?” Dre’s rough growl in her ear made her wetter.
Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails biting into his skin. The feel of his erection pressed against the small of her back was an erotic tease, as was the hoarse sough of his breath as the desire hit him hard, too. This wasn’t just her. She wasn’t alone in feeling this.
“Maybe,” she allowed.
“And perhaps we’re turning that maybe into a yes.” Landry’s harsh whisper had her agreeing one hundred percent.
“Then show me what to do.” She ran a hand over him. “What you want from me.”
She didn’t have to choose between them. She wanted them both—and they both wanted her. Denim and cotton rustled as Landry stripped off his T-shirt and jeans. Dre pressed tighter against her back, a warm, solid presence. Yes. She wasn’t fighting this attraction, not anymore. The world was upside down and different now, but different didn’t have to be a bad thing.
She’d have her cake and eat it, too.
Dre and Landry Breaux.
Chapter 8
“You got to trust us, sha.” Landry’s grin was one sweet coax as he dropped onto the bed beside their Mary Jane. That sugar was nice, but trust was nonnegotiable. That was how Dre saw this. No trust. No sex.
He tipped up her chin with his fingers.
Yeah. Their sha was nervous all right. She’d sat up poker straight the moment Landry’s ass hit the bed.
“We ever hurt you?” he asked.
Landry scooted closer, his fingers finding her bare shoulder. He dipped in that tender hollow and stroked, a tiny back and forth of his fingertips, like petting a cat.
Mary Jane leaned into that touch. “No.”
“That’s right.” Dre needed that agreement every bit as much as his brother did. “No way we do that, ever. Not yesterday. Not today. Never. You trust us and we trust you.”
“Deal?” Landry held out his hand.
“You promise?”
“Promise,” Dre echoed roughly, pressing his mouth against her shoulder because he couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste.
She put her fingers in Landry’s, and his brother’s hand closed around hers, pulling her back with a small shriek. She tumbled onto Landry, her breasts squeezed against his brother’s chest. Dre wanted to taste those delicious mounds, but he’d already had his turn.
Landry raised his head. “You got her undressed,” he said to Dre, a wicked grin splitting his face like he’d read Dre’s thoughts loud and clear. “You can have the next turn at kissing Mary Jane.”
Dre’s cock liked that idea. Hell, he’d been hard since he’d come back to the room and discovered her in the shower. So the sight of Mary Jane planted in their bed, waiting for them, was an even bigger turn-on. He was easy when it came to this female. He dropped down behind her on the bed.
Mary Jane gasped as Landry’s hands found her butt and pulled her up and over his thighs until she straddled him. Dre loved that little sound of feminine surprise, like she’d been thinking about how that move would feel but still hadn’t quite expected the sensations.
“You taste good enough to eat.” Landry looked over at Dre. “You think we should do that, next? Spread her pretty thighs and lick her sweet pussy?”
Hell yeah. Landry groaned and drew Mary Jane closer. She went with a whimper, bending her head for his kiss without any coaxing at all. Landry’s knee pressed up, and that sexy whimper got louder.
“You wan’ me to do that, Mary Jane?” He’d bet she’d be wet when he got between her legs again. Landry’s breathing was already rough as he ate up her mouth with his kiss, her fingers clutching his shoulder.
Landry tore his mouth away from hers. “Dre’s waitin’ for his answer. He can stop right now, if that’s what you wan’.”
She shook her head. “I’m not done with you all.”
“Good,” Dre growled. He wasn’t done with her, either. Not for hours yet, not the way he saw it. Then, when they finished, he was looking forward to starting all over again. No way would he ever get enough of her.
Her breasts were beautiful, and he didn’t even have a full-on view, just a real nice shot of how she was all sun-kissed gold at the top, fading to a pale creamy white where she’d covered up from the sun. Her nipples were berry pink and made him think of summer strawberries. She’d taste sweet. Real, real good. Next time, he decided, he’d be the one to undress her. He’d switch positions with Landry and would spend hours loving her breasts.
Landry wasn’t giving her any time to remember she was shy. “You come right here, sha,” he coaxed. “Give me those pretty breasts of yours.”
She didn’t hesitate, either, just leaned forward more. Landry’s mouth closed over one dusky tip, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. Dre loved watching her face go soft with pleasure, her fingernails carving crescents into Landry’s shoulders.
Dre slid his hands around her waist, enjoying the reflexive flutter of muscles beneath his fingertips as he dropped his fingertips south. Her folds were soaked. “You’re wet, sha.”
She didn’t give him words this time, just that sexy wh
imper. To hell with being subtle. He pushed her up on all fours, Landry beneath her loving her breasts, and him, well, all he had eyes for was her sweet, wet pussy.
So he followed his eyes with his mouth.
He licked her long and slow, pushing his face into her folds and breathing in her musky essence. The sexy catch of her breath about undid him.
“Wider,” he growled.
He slid his hands up her thighs, steadying her as she opened her thighs more, giving him the access he’d demanded.
He pressed his mouth against her, making them both wait for it while he enjoyed his first taste of her. When she moaned in feminine demand, shifting against him, he licked her from top to bottom, dragging his tongue over her. Parted her and kissed her where she was slick and smooth and all salty-sweet. Her thighs trembled, and he cupped her ass, bracing her more.
“I got you, sha. You relax now,” he rumbled against her.
She gave them another one of those sexy catches of her breath, and then she leaned forward, giving him her weight. She was such a tiny thing. He was a big man, used to fighting and working with his hands. Her weight was nothing, a delicious press against his hands. The juicy sounds of his brother kissing her filled up their bedroom, a little bit more sweet distraction.
Another lick. Another tremble. Up and then a luscious glide down to the small opening at the bottom of her pussy. He pressed in, wanting more of her. His wolf loved the raw carnality of this kiss, the way the taste and scent of her surrounded him, flooding his senses with her essence.
When he finally pulled back, damned if she didn’t give him one hell of a sexy visual, all pretty pink folds and the darker crease he’d be exploring tonight too. He’d bet no one had seen her like this, and no one else would. Just him and Landry. He and his brother were lucky males. “You taste real good.”
“Uh-huh,” Landry rumbled. “I had me a taste earlier.”
Mary Jane gave a little whimper and squirmed in his hold. Embarrassment? Arousal? He tapped her ass, a short, soft smack, enjoying her small squeal and the gush of wet between her legs.
Landry murmured compliments and pet names as he pulled Mary Jane into his kiss. Dre dropped his head back between her thighs and went to work, licking and sucking the swollen folds. The trembles in her thighs grew, her tension increasing visibly. She was close, so he sucked her hard clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the small kernel. There. Her keening moan said she liked that all right.
