by Anthology
“Really. I-I…um, it’s not… I mean, I’m…” Apparently, they’d also stolen her ability to talk. Could she sound any more jittery and ridiculous? She swallowed and tried again. “What I’m trying to say is I’ll dry soon. I’m just a few blocks from home.”
They moved in even closer. She felt the hot breath of one brush against her neck.
The other cupped her cheek. “Your clothes might dry, Mazie, but what about that ache?”
His suggestion and heated touch sent a tsunami of sensations slamming through her. “What? I-I just need, um…”
To get home with my toys, and my batteries, and put out this fire all by myself. Somehow, that no longer sounded appealing, especially when they hovered so close, the heat of their bodies warming her and making her dizzy.
“Yes, tell us Mazie. What exactly do you need?”
“Us,” his brother said into her silence. “Our mouths, our hands, and fingers. Touching, squeezing, sliding, thrusting, teasing. Don’t you?”
Oh, god…yes!
But Mazie didn’t say that. The fine hairs on her body stood on end. She glanced around the drugstore. The place was empty. She and the Mandel twins were completely alone. Not only was it late, but also raining—nothing new for Florida. Obviously people had better, more interesting places to be than here watching her blush to death.
“I can smell your need,” one breathed in her ear. “Fuck, you smell delicious. I can’t wait to slide my tongue inside you and lick up all that sweet, tart cream. I want you dripping down my chin, Mazie.”
“Oh, my.” Her eyes went wide. “You can’t—” Be serious. “I mean, I can’t—” Think. “This isn’t—” Really happening.
But it was.
Helplessly, she looked from one man to the other. From the first time she’d laid eyes on the twins, she’d craved…yearned…dreamed of them. No doubt they would put out her fire, sate her hunger, but it would come at a price…the cost of her soul. These two could have any woman they wanted. They certainly didn’t have to settle for anything less.
“Oh, sweet girl, there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do to send you to the stars and keep you floating there.”
“We’ll take such good care of you, little darlin’…if you’ll let us. You can’t imagine how sweet we can be.”
It was so tempting. But despite the congested streets and big-box chain stores, Stuart was still small. Everyone knew everyone else’s business and gossiped without shame. The last thing she wanted was the local grapevine buzzing about her and the Mandel twins.
“Thanks for…” A lovely offer? That sounded stupid. Nearly killing me with lust? In this case, less was more. “I need to go.”
“No Mazie. You need to come…with us. We’ll look after you better than these useless bits of buzzing rubber and plastic.”
“What have you got to lose, sweet girl?”
Oh, nothing…but my mind!
“You obviously need us,” he said enticingly. “We’ll do whatever it takes to have you screaming the fucking roof down in ecstasy.”
“Imagine both of us filling your hot, tight, wet—”
“I got it.” She didn’t need him to finish that sentence. Her pussy was drenched and clenching. She’d entered the store with a damp ache, but they’d ratcheted that up to an insatiable hunger.
Their eyes twinkled in tandem. Seductive smiles tugged the corners of their mouths. A shiver skittered up her spine.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s raining,” she replied weakly.
“Want to get wetter?”
She felt drunk on their words. The fantasy of the three of them all tangled up together: naked, moving, gasping, sweating, screaming…played non-stop through her mind.
“I still can’t tell you apart.”
A wicked chuckle rolled off their lips. “Don’t worry about that. Nobody can.”
“Except when you’re naked, of course. Then it’s easy.”
One of the twins moved in behind her. He slid an arm around her, pausing beneath her swollen breasts. Then he dragged her back sharply against the unforgiving male hardness of him. Her whole body sighed with happiness. God, he felt so good.
As the man clutched her against his rugged body, he leaned in close to her ear. “What do you mean, easy?”
The rasp of his stubble, and the heat of his breath over the shell of her ear, electrified her. Slowly his question sank in.
She’d drawn and painted both of these men countless times in life art class at Ft. Pierce. Mazie knew every big, sculpted and beautiful muscle that lay beneath the soft denim and T-shirts they wore. They were star attractions in her favorite fantasies after all. It also embarrassed the hell out of her that she’d opened her big mouth. She now had to explain how closely she’d paid attention to every inch of their naked bodies. The blush swept over not only her cheeks, but also her throat, and the top of her chest.
“What exactly do you mean by that, Mazie?” he pressed when she didn’t respond.
“Jesus, maybe someone has finally paid attention after all this time. Look at her Evan.”
Well, that finally answered the question of who was who. She was banded in Evan’s steely grip. He lifted his hand and spread his fingers wide. Then ran his palm slowly upward—as though he’d touched her a thousand times. His whisper-soft caress grazed over her breast, up her neck and settled at her cheek. Cupping the flaming heat there, he gently tilted her face, until their eyes met.
“I love this,” Evan growled. “Your precious mix of minx and innocence is so appealing. Tell us.”
“I can’t tell you that here—”
“Why not? I told you how much I craved your pussy juices running down my chin,” Eric teased, moving in closer.
She tried to turn her head to look at him but Evan held her gaze locked to his. Mazie felt herself melting into a puddle between them. They weren’t going to stop until they got an answer. It would be easier to just say it and get it over with.
Indecision warred within her.
She could close her eyes and just blurt it out, then take off like a scared rabbit; put this temptation behind her as some weird thing that ‘almost happened’.
Or, she could walk into this with her eyes, her mind, her heart—well okay maybe not her heart—but her body at least, wide open to a new experience. Maybe she could even have a little fun while it lasted, and be left with a memory she could look back on and smile about one day. What on earth was so wrong with that? If the moral police wanted to come and arrest her, so be it.
Offering her trust, Mazie slid her hand into Eric’s toasty warm palm and smiled shyly up at Evan. “You have more freckles on your cock than he does.”
* * *
Pale moonlight pierced the gloom, where the clouds had receded.
Staggered beside one another, they raced their big Harleys northward, through the wet streets. Eric glanced over and nodded to Evan on his CVO Street Glide. Their every move was a mirror of the other. Eric kicked the bike down a gear as they rounded the last corner home. Mazie mashed forward on the seat behind him, molding her hot sweet curves all over his back. Eric grinned. He throbbed like a bitch. It was a dull ache that wouldn’t be sated until they finally had her between them…and kept her there; right where she belonged.
Though she didn’t know it yet, by the time they came up for air, they’d have made sure Mazie Carmichael wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Thanks to Evan, the garage door rose in front of them. Eric barely slowed as he drove inside and parked next to their truck. He shut off the engine and kicked out the stand as Evan pulled up next to him and did the same.
His brother was off his hog and beside them in a heartbeat. Eric watched as Evan gentled her fears and eased the oversized helmet off Mazie’s head, then helped her wiggle out of the leather jacket that hung past her knees. Eric couldn’t help but shake his head; she was such a curvy, petite thing.
Without even looking, Evan tossed both to him.
How the fuck did he do that?
With patience and skill. Understanding bought a wry grin to Eric’s lips.
They’d been legends once, hunting insurgents. Each man was deadly and highly skilled in his own right—but as twins—they’d had an added advantage. Evan’s methodical patience and interrogation expertise, was second to none. Eric’s own instinctive, unfailingly accurate assessment of a situation, and tracking abilities had proved invaluable in saving lives.
Wartime skills that still translated into life for them now.
While Evan was slow and meticulous, Eric was fast and intuitive.
And while he knew his brother was paving the way for them both, all Eric ached to do—after breathing in the heady scent of Mazie’s pussy on the long ride home—was drown inside her.
The minute he’d climbed on his bike, he’d imagined yanking up her dress, tearing the panties off her hips, and unzipping. He wanted to drape her over his lap, part her smooth, soft thighs, and grind inside her to the hilt. He could see the whole thing in his head, like a fucking porno, complete with the sound of her whimpers and moans.
He’d fuck her deep…and keep fucking her.
Eric wanted to dig his fingers into the cheeks of her ass…hold her in place while he kissed her. Kissed her so hard he stole the air from her lungs, and her good-girl sense to run away.
Sounded great to him…
But Mazie was much more than a pretty face. Her physical attraction didn’t begin to cover it. In fact, from the very first class, he and Evan had both had trouble controlling their reactions around her. Getting a boner—while you’re modeling nude—was apparently frowned upon.
Everything about this woman, from the way she smiled, to the brave, uninhibited way she expressed herself on canvas intrigued them both.
Their little artistic observer had never realized that they’d been observing her, too.
So what the fuck are you doing out here, dumbass?
Evan was smoother.
More patient.
He’d give his brother a minute or two, then go inside and join them.
At times, Eric had issues being subtle. At times? That was rich. His main complaint was that restraint took too fucking long. He was the proverbial bull in a china shop.
The women who’d enjoyed ménage à trois with them, knew what to expect. They wanted to be used hard, and knew exactly what they were getting into when they came through the door.
Mazie was a babe in the woods, with that terrified ‘deer in the headlights’ look one minute, and chin up, ‘bring it on’ bravado the next.
He glanced at his watch; four minutes since they’d walked inside the house.
Fuck it. It’s on…
* * *
Evan could smell her excitement and fear. He had every intention of making sure the latter didn’t win the war. He’d learned a lot about this woman in the last month and a quarter. And while their ‘frontal assault’ at the drugstore might have seemed coincidental, nothing could have been further from the truth. He would have argued the timing with anyone else. But when Eric said tonight was their best chance to claim Mazie, that was it. End of story.
Evan had done his homework. He knew that twenty-six-year-old Mazie Ellamae Carmichael, had lived in Stuart, Florida since 2008. An artist, currently working as a book illustrator, Mazie lived alone. Her parents had died in a plane crash, four years ago. She had no siblings, no current boyfriend, and had never had a live-in partner. The girl paid her bills on time, owned her small condo outright, drove a 2014 Subaru Forester, and pretty much kept to herself.
She was liked and respected by her friends, proven at an impromptu get together one night after class, at a local bar. Though Mazie had a shyness about her, she also possessed a generous spirit. Whilst outspoken, she never tried to shove her opinions onto others. She was simply…extraordinary in every way.
They weren’t stupid. For five long weeks, he and Eric had picked up on the cues she’d unconsciously been giving them. They’d seen every facet of her, from the heated looks and blushes of the woman, to the intense fierce determination of the working artist.
The brothers had bided their time, which as it was, had been a fucking lifetime for Eric. When his over-zealous brother had determined they’d found their one, it was all Evan could do to hold the man back to keep him from waging an all-out ‘strike’ on the poor girl.
But they were done waiting, and they hadn’t even kissed her yet.
* * *
Mazie wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she walked into the home the twins shared. But it certainly wasn’t this. Their immaculate, beautifully appointed home with unobstructed views of the ocean, was peaceful, beautiful and so stunningly romantic.
She finally felt…calm about her choice.
She made unerringly for the deck, as Evan followed her out on to the moonlit balcony. Mazie could hear the dull repetition of the waves thudding against the sand.
“It’s so stunning,” she breathed.
She had no idea what had happened to Eric. Her nerve endings still tingled from every place their bodies had pressed together on the bike. She felt Evan behind her and the goose flesh that raced across her skin in response to his nearness. Who knew motorcycle riding could be so sensual, and so deeply sexually arousing? Not her. That had been her first ride, but she hoped it wouldn’t be her last.
Tonight was turning into a lot of firsts for her, it seemed.
She shivered.
“You’re beautiful, Mazie. Are you cold? Or nervous?”
She stayed facing the view. No rain clouds at all here.
“Not cold exactly, Evan,” she whispered.
Her breath caught as his hands lightly touched her arms, sending more currents of electricity pinging through her. He turned her gently to face him. Searched her face.
“Still sure?”
“Oh, yes.” She smiled. “I know what I want, Evan.”
Was that surprise? The smile he gave her, genuine, the quick fierce hug, delighted. Then he was serious again. Yes, she was learning that already. He was the serious one.
“There is only one unbreakable rule before we begin—”
Oh great, now he tells me. What if it was something she couldn’t stomach or agree with?
“—It’s really quite simple. When we’re together sexually…well, in all ways really, but especially in bed, we communicate.”
She must have looked confused, because he elaborated. “We’ll talk to you, darlin’. Ask you what you like, what feels good and what doesn’t. We will expect answers. Open, honest communication, especially between the sheets, is imperative.”
Mazie was suddenly glad it was dark, and hoped that the moonlight didn’t show the twin flags of color scorching her cheeks.
They expected her to tell them, in explicit detail, what she liked and didn’t like? She’d never done that before. Could she?
“—Tease you, excite and drive you wild. We want you hot and soaking wet. Ideally, we’ll have already made you come more than once or twice before we both fill you with our cocks.—”
She swallowed, the reality of that picture suddenly vivid in her mind.
“—So, your responses…telling us what you need or want, is not only encouraged, but necessary if this is to be an enjoyable experience for all concerned. Don’t you agree?”
Heat flared nine million degrees all over her body at his words. Her cleft plumped as her vaginal and anal muscles clenched hard. Her pussy wept.
“Um…yes,” she squeaked. She tried again. “I’ll use my words. Got it.”
“Mmmm, that’s great, Mazie. But don’t be afraid to say if you don’t like something either. We’ll just move on. Okay?”
“I’ll try.” Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper, as the reality of what was about to happen suddenly punched home. Could she
really go through with it? She’d barely had any sexual experience to speak of. Yet here she was about to take on not one, but two men at the same time.
I must be mad…
“So brave. So damn beautiful. Let’s give it a little test run now,” he softly growled.
Eric had joined them, and had moved in behind her. Mazie tried to turn and see.
“Keep your eyes on me, darlin’,” Evan continued. “From now on, it’s all about what you feel. Help us. Don’t be afraid to let us know what’s going on in your head. We can guess, and tell by your reactions, but hearing from your lips how good we’re making you feel, is a huge turn on. It lets us know we’re doing something right. Can you do that for us?”
“O-Okay.”
“I’m going to kiss you now, Mazie, but we’re both going to have to hold you up while we take turns kissing you. Do you know why?”
She couldn’t fathom… “Why?”
“Because we’ll both be fondling you, squeezing and teasing you, your ass…” Eric rasped the words over the shell of her ear.
Heat blossomed everywhere as her body reacted to two sets of hands and fingers that were deliberately stroking her derriere, sending fire bolts of lust to overwhelm her brain.
She only had time to gasp in shock as she stared up at Evan before he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. So soft, so gentle at first, it was like a sigh as his lips rasped over hers. His tongue pierced her open mouth, seeking hers and tangling in an urgent decadent promise of more.
“These beautiful breasts,” Eric whispered as he licked and laved her throat, then moved his mouth to her shoulders.
Their fingers and hands slid up and over her breasts, to plump, stroke, and tease. They caressed and pulled at her aching nipples. Instead of being soothed by their touch and the cool outside air…oh yes, she craved more.
Mazie moaned weakly into Evan’s mouth as her heart raced, and her body burned. Eric’s voice sank inside her like warm velvet, while Evan’s kiss turned urgent and carnal, and stole her mind. There was nothing polite anymore about his tongue or the way it invaded and stroked hers. That, and the tempo of their three bodies moving against one another in an erotic dance, left no doubt—had there still been any—of their wicked intent.
