VII
As soon as Kellen had left to save Shade from his rescuer, Owen shut the door and turned toward Lindsey.
He knew Kellen could be a bit intimidating if one didn’t know him. Owen was sort of glad he’d been drawn away for a moment so he could speak to Lindsey on a more personal level. He wanted her to be able to relax. Her elevated breathing rate led him to believe she was far more nervous than she was letting on. He knew from experience how exciting it could be to no-holds-barred fuck a stranger, but it could also be awkward and a little frightening. Especially in a situation where one woman mixed with two rowdy guys.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Owen said, scraping the Santa hat off his head and trying to smooth his hair into place. He’d forgotten he was still wearing the festive accessory. And there was nothing Santa-like about the gifts he was about to bestow on sweet Lindsey.
“Are you kidding?” she said, with a laugh. “You have no ideas what sort of dirty thoughts I was having while watching you on stage.”
“Yeah, well, we’re just a bunch of regular guys who happen to make music that a lot of people enjoy.”
“You’re also all fuck-hot.”
Owen smiled. He never tired of the ego boosts. Sometimes he wondered how he’d ever lived without them before fame had knocked at his door. “You’re fuck-hot too, Lindsey.”
She inched closer, until she was standing directly in front of him. Her succulent breasts were inches from brushing his chest. He was well aware that Kellen had instructed him to get her ready and was probably anticipating her to be naked and massaged into submission by the time he got back. But Owen needed a few minutes to get to know a girl before he stripped her of her clothes and got down to business. Just a minute. “So, Lindsey, what do you do for a living?”
“Investment banker. Well, I just started, actually. First job out of college. I kind of suck at it so far. I don’t have good instincts when it comes to picking stocks.”
“I figured with a body like that you’d be a model.”
She lifted an eyebrow at him. So she wasn’t buying his lines. Moving on to plan B. “Why did you follow the tour bus tonight?”
“I have a fuck-it list. You’ve always been at the very top of it.”
“A fuck-it list?”
“Yeah, my friend, Vanessa, and I made a list of the top three guys we’d most want to fuck. There’s you and Kellen, and some soccer player who I can’t recall the name of at the moment.”
“I’m ahead of Kelly on your list? I know how much he drives the girls wild.”
Her cheeks went pink. “He’s close second. Almost a tie.”
“Well, just so you know what to expect, Kellen won’t fuck you,” Owen said.
Lindsey’s brows drew together. “Isn’t that why he invited me here?”
Owen shook his head. “No. I’m not saying he won’t touch you, but when it comes to the actual act, he never goes that far.” Or he hadn’t since Sara had gone. All these girls who got Kelly’s blood pumping at first sight had Sara’s same blue-eyed, innocent look about them. Owen wondered if Kelly realized how transparent he was.
Lindsey’s jaw dropped. “He’s a virgin?”
Owen laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t call him a virgin. He’s very discriminate with where he puts his cock.” He grinned at her. “But not his tongue.”
Lindsey shuddered.
“I, on the other hand, will totally fuck you.”
“Thank God.” She giggled. “So are we going to do this now or wait for Kellen?”
“It’s a long ritual for him, you know. I thought maybe you’d like to talk for a bit. He gets rather intense.”
“It’s a ritual?” She glanced at the door. “Like, what do you mean? I’m not a virgin if he’s thinking I’d make a good sacrifice to the gods.”
Owen shook his head. “No, nothing like that. He thinks sex is some sort of spiritual connection with the earth. That the body is the gateway to a person’s soul. That the right connection between two people during sex can become a religious experience. That’s why he only goes so far. It’s far more personal for him than most guys.” Which was partially the truth and partially a way to protect Kellen’s still wounded heart from questions Lindsey might ask. “Do you think it’s weird?” Because if this woman was critical of Kelly in any way, Owen would show her to her snow-covered car in an instant.
“Not weird,” she said. “Interesting. So if a woman was to get him to fuck her...”
“I think he’d love her forever.” Owen chuckled. “Don’t get your hopes up, doll. He’s not ready for love just yet. We will make you feel wonderful though.”
Lindsey placed her palms flat on his chest and looked up at him. “I’m ready for whatever you have in store for me.”
He circled her back with both arms and tugged her forward to hold her loosely against his chest. Her entire body was quaking. As he’d suspected, she was far more confident in words than in actions. Owen stroked her back gently and brushed gentle kisses against her hairline. When Kellen returned there would be no time for tenderness and, while what he did with Kellen made his balls throb just thinking about it, he liked a little connection with his bed partners before he got naked. Lindsey rubbed her face against his neck, her lips finding the pulse point in his throat. She placed a wet, tugging kiss on that sensitive spot and the sensation shot straight to his balls. Okay, he admitted it. It really didn’t take much to seduce him.
Lindsey’s soft breasts warmed against his chest.
“Can I take your shirt off?” she asked. “I want to feel your bare skin against mine.” She didn’t take her eyes off his as she reached for the hem of his T-shirt. “Owen,” she whispered. She removed his shirt and released an excited breath as her gaze roamed his inked chest and the barbells in each nipple. “Your body is even hotter than I imagined.”
Owen grinned. Unlike Kellen, he wore a shirt most of the time, but he worked out just as hard as his friend to keep his muscles toned and cut for the ladies.
Lindsey plastered herself to his chest. The heat of her skin permeated his thoughts until all he could think about was warm, soft, female flesh and being buried balls-deep inside it. He flattened both palms over her back and tugged her against him so that her full breasts pressed into his chest. Kellen was going to flip out when he saw how endowed she was. He would have turned her body into a work of art no matter her shape or size, but they both liked the way ropes looked when they dug into a full pair of tits.
What was taking Kellen so long anyway?
Owen began to massage Lindsey’s back, kneading her muscles until she melted like butter against him. “I think Kellen wants to help me with this part,” Owen said.
“With what part?” Lindsey lifted her head to look at him. She looked tranquil. She wouldn’t be looking that way for much longer.
“Preparing your body.”
“Oh, my body has been prepared since the moment you walked out on stage tonight, Owen.”
He chuckled low in his throat. “I honestly doubt that.”
The door handle turned and Owen took a step back, drawing Lindsey deeper into the room with him. Kellen smiled when he closed the door behind him.
VIII
Lindsey had surely died and gone to heaven. Not only was she half naked in the arms of one Owen Mitchell, Kellen Jamison had just entered the room and was looking at her as if she was his Thanksgiving feast. It was sweet of Owen to try to make her feel comfortable with whatever was about to happen between them, but he honestly didn’t have to. She had been serious about him being at the top of her fuck-it list. And Kellen really had always been second, but now that they were all together in the bedroom of their tour bus, she realized how shortsighted she’d been. Both of them at once. That was the true pinnacle of sexual delight. Would she survive the mere thought of being with them both? Even if Kellen did have an unusual way of thinking about sex, she was more than willing to see what his rit
ual entailed.
“I thought you’d be farther along by now.” Kellen moved to stand behind Lindsey. When the cool skin of his hard chest pressed against her bare back, she didn’t bother stifling her moan of bliss. Sandwiched between the two hottest men she’d ever dared fantasize about, Lindsey was sure she really had died and gone to heaven.
Kellen’s hands moved between Lindsey’s belly and Owen’s. He stroked her skin with long, strong fingers. The same fingers he used to make six-strings sing made her skin tingle with excitement. Owen’s hands slid over her back with equal care.
Kellen’s hands cupped her breasts and she shuddered. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to create art with your body.”
“Hmm?” she murmured.
Kellen and Owen moved away at the same instant and she had to take a step to keep from sliding to the floor.
“Take your pants off for us, Lindsey,” Kellen said.
Without the slightest hesitation, she unfastened her jeans and slid them off. Struggling to remove her boots and socks while standing, she decided she must be quite a turn-off at the moment as she gracelessly got naked.
“She has the perfect shape for this,” Owen said.
“I could tell from the start,” Kellen said.
She stood before them in her bra and panties and fought the urge to cover herself. They were both assessing her with keen scrutiny.
“Diamond weave?” Owen asked Kellen.
“Except for her breasts and her ass. We’re going to cage them.”
“What are you talking about?” Lindsey asked.
“You said you were okay with being tied,” Kellen said. “You haven’t changed your mind have you?”
She glanced at Owen, who was smiling at her warmly, and then turned to look at Kellen, who was far more intense. He was almost animalistic in the way he looked at her. “No, I haven’t changed my mind.”
“It won’t hurt,” Owen said.
“I’m not afraid.” A bit confused, yes. Hornier than a desert toad, yes. But not afraid. “Should I take off my underwear?” Though her thighs were quaking at the thought of being entirely naked, entirely exposed before two men she idolized, her voice was surprisingly steady.
“Owen will take care of that for you,” Kellen said. “Get the oil,” he said to Owen.
“Which one?”
Kellen surprised her by surrounding her in an embrace, which was now quite warm. He inhaled deeply. “Honeysuckle,” he said. “You smell amazing,” he whispered to her as Owen started rattling around in a cabinet on the other side of the room. “I can’t wait to taste your cum.”
Lindsey shuddered at the thought of this man with his head between her thighs. She wanted to fist his long, silky hair in both hands and rock her pussy against his face. And she wanted Owen to thrust into her mouth so she could suck him while Kellen ate her out. She wasn’t sure if they were up for suggestions, so she just clung to the thought and Kellen’s hard chest until Owen returned and unfastened her bra with a practiced flick.
Lindsey moaned as Owen’s hands reached around her and began to rub oil into the skin of her belly. He started at the sensitive flesh just above the waistband of her panties and worked his way up, fingers rubbing in small circles, thumbs massaging more deeply into her flesh. An instant later, Kellen dumped some of the sweet-smelling oil on his hands and, standing before her, reached around to rub the oil into the flesh of her lower back. They worked their way upward—both thorough, both meticulous, both gentle in their muscle-loosening technique. Owen took two more handfuls of oil and covered her breasts, massaging them in slow circles. She was tempted to lean back against his chest, but Kellen’s hands were working her back just beneath her shoulder blades and she didn’t want to interrupt the duel assault on her senses. She couldn’t even open her eyes to look at the magnificent specimen of a man before her. She could only concentrate on the sensation of their hands turning her muscles into delighted pools of relaxation.
“She has beautiful breasts,” Owen whispered. His breath stirred her hair and, though his body wasn’t pressed against her back, she could feel the warmth of his skin behind her.
“They are beautiful,” Kellen said. “Every inch of her is beautiful.”
Lindsey wanted to deny it. She’d been carrying around a few extra pounds recently and felt decidedly plump most days.
“The give of her flesh will look beautiful in your ropes,” Owen said.
So they had noticed she wasn’t rail thin.
“I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
Owen’s hands slipped under the curves of her breasts and lifted them. “We’re going to have to devise a way to keep these pretty pink nipples hard.”
Something warm and wet slid over the surface of one straining tip of her breast. Lindsey’s eyes flipped open and her mouth dropped open in wonder. She glanced down to find Kellen licking her nipple as if trying to capture the last bit of pudding at the bottom of a parfait glass.
Owen caressed her breast.
Kellen rubbed his lips over its tip.
Oh God.
She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through Kellen’s shoulder length hair. It felt like silk against her fingers.
He tilted his head so he could look up at her while his tongue laved her tender nipple. His eyes were so dark, they were almost black in this lighting. His stare drew her in until she couldn’t tear her gaze away.
“We definitely need to keep them hard,” Kellen said. “So pretty when they’re hard.” He flicked her other nipple with his tongue and her entire body jerked. “We’ll have to set up the rings.”
She had no idea what he meant, but rings, ropes, whatever. She wanted every experience these two could offer her body.
Kellen gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before kneeling before her on the floor. After collecting more oil from the bottle on the dresser, he began to massage it into her thighs. His forehead rested against her lower belly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. “God, baby, I can already smell your excitement.” He nudged her thighs farther apart, hands working oil into the insides of her legs.
“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.
“Yes.”
“And Owen?”
“Yes. Both of you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pussy quaking with excitement.
“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”
“You can’t taste her until she’s ready,” Owen interrupted.
“That’s why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen,” he said. “What were you doing while I was out untying Shade.”
“Talking.”
Kellen snorted. “Figures.”
“I’m ready,” Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen’s head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.
“Not even,” Kellen said. “But we’ll work quickly.”
Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn’t sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot, gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.
“Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you’re about to lose control.”
“Lindsey,” Kellen said calmly. “Go lie on the bed.”
Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn’t even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.
“Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet,” Kellen added. “Wait for us.”
She did what he instructed, tossing
the powder-blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. “Blue?” Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”
Owen pushed the drawer shut. “It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s do something more festive tonight.”
“Red and green?”
He nodded. “And gold.”
Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. “She’ll look spectacular in gold.”
She didn’t know if she should thank them for the compliment, since she wasn’t sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.
“This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey,” Kellen said.
Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.
“I don’t want to back out,” she said. “I can’t wait to find out what you’re going to do to me.”
They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with a quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.
Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.
“Owen,” she groaned.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. “There’s more.”
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