by Anne Marsh
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 Eight
“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 b
reasts.
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 whimper. 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.
Then she jerked against Dre, pressing down hard on him and pulling away. Too much, not enough, but he steadied her, holding her in place while he sucked and kissed and she rode out the spasms of her orgasm sealed to his mouth.
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Landry notched his cock against her swollen entrance, rubbing her cream around her opening as he eased in. She’d thought she was done, that this was their turn, but she’d been wrong. There was that zing of pleasure again, and then she was starting back up as his dick stretched the small space, and she gave around him as he pressed in deeper.
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah.” The words sighed out of her, and Landry chuckled. His face was tight, though, like he didn’t want to hang on anymore. Like he was more than ready to take her. That was good. She pushed down on him, and he slammed all the way inside her.
“You waiting for an invitation?” Her own daring delighted her. She was teasing him like he’d teased her, and she couldn’t help savoring the small growl that escaped from him. He wouldn’t be holding back any longer.
“Darlin’, you’re jus’ askin’ for trouble.”
He pulled back, then pushed in deep again. Firm. Commanding. Not hurting her—no, her slick flesh parted greedily around the length of him—but letting her know who was taking whom now.
He pounded into her, each firm thrust making her moan. And behind her, oh God, behind her Dre was moving too, now. He slid his cock through the cheeks of her ass, his big hands cupping and separating her to give him full access.
The lemony scent of hotel lotion filled the air.
His finger followed his cock, circling her rear opening with the lotion. Pressing in slowly. Landry’s steady thrusts pushed her back onto Dre’s finger, and he sank into her ass up to his knuckle. The burning pop of the muscles as she let him in had her gasping.
“Mary Jane?” Dre growled his question against her ear as he drew back some. “You wan’ this, darlin’?”
His finger pushed back in, stroking deeper and finding some dark, wicked spot. He was bigger than a finger, and he wanted inside. His hand smoothed her ass cheeks, the small stretch tugging erotically on her pussy. Oh, God. Landry moved faster, harder, and that was what she needed.
She moaned Dre’s name and felt his smile against her back.
“You got to give me the words. I’m not doin’ anythin’ until you tell me what you wan’.”
A second finger joined the first. That wasn’t waiting. She knew she should say something, but the fullness was unbelievable, his second finger pushing steadily deeper into her rear channel. And, God, that warm burn was a painful pleasure, a delicious stretch that fired her senses.
He pulled back, timing his thrusts to match Landry’s.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Just a little.”
Landry’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her as Dre moved behind her. He put his hot, lubed length against her ass. For a moment she panicked—he was too big, the sensation too much—and then there was more of that pleasurable burn as the tight ring of muscles gave beneath his sensual assault.
“Relax, sha.” Landry reached for her. Cupping her jaw, he brought her face to his for a sweet, distracting kiss.
But oh God, nothing could distract her from the burning fullness in her rear or the sensation of being doubly filled. Doubly penetrated. She clenched tentatively around Landry, and he groaned.
“You’re killin’ me, sha.”
“We’re goin’ to take care of you now.” Dre growled the promise against her ear.
He pushed in, pulled back, as he slowly invaded her rear. In. Out. Deeper until he was seated all the way inside her.
Landry stroked his hands over her. Caressing her throat, her breasts. Down her sides and over her belly to where they were intimately fused. All three of them moved together now in a sexy rhythm she set. Forward, onto Landry’s thick cock impaling her from the front. Push backward onto Dre.
Pleasure speared through her, the sensations so intense they were almost painful.
So good.
“Yeah,” Landry groaned. “You take us, sha. Show us how you like it.”
She did. She was holding them both deep inside, almost touching. She moved faster, and they followed.
“You show me,” she demanded fiercely. “Show me what you like.”
Dre pounded into her harder, faster, taking her ass. Pulling out and pushing in, each powerful thrust drove her down onto Landry’s cock. And Landry gave as good as his brother, slamming in and out of her pussy, the sensual impact driving her higher and higher.
There.
Sensation ripped through her. Pleasure. The burn. Wrapped up in two pairs of arms, she held tight as the sensual storm broke over them and she came apart, hollering their names.
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The motel queen wasn’t made for three, but Dre and Landry didn’t seem to mind. They spra
wled over and around her, curled up like a pack of puppies. She was the one who was still awake.
Landry had wrapped himself around her, his face buried in her throat. Dre’s arm tucked her against his side. Her body was a sensual blend of sore and relaxed. Her Breauxs had touched every part of her, inside and out. She carried their scent on her skin, inhaled it with every breath. Surrounded. Part of her wanted to take them both on again, to learn first one brother then the other like they’d learned her. Make Dre and Landry lose their iron control. Next time. Maybe there’d be a next time and she’d have her chance.
Oh God. This had so not been a good idea.
She inched out from beneath the tangle of arms and legs. Someone’s hand tightened on her waist, stroking. She held her breath, but then the fingers relaxed and let her go.
They were fantastic lovers.
Good men.
And she was suffocating. She wanted out and away, because this kind of closeness was too much, too fast. Slinking out of their hotel room and doing the walk of shame back to the dock half-dressed, half-mussed, would be simpler than sticking around for morning-after chitchat.
Even before things had gotten going last night, she’d known taking on the Breaux brothers was a mistake. No matter how pretty they were on the outside, they were big, dominant males. They’d taken charge in bed quick enough. Hell, she hadn’t known she could come like that. Too bad she still didn’t know what they really wanted. Her instincts were clamoring, though. That fight on the boat had been bad enough, but that wasn’t all. She knew it, the same way she knew the bayou and the tides and her boats. Change wasn’t done coming here.
And that was the only reason she didn’t flip the lock on that door.
She needed to understand this vamp business because she knew a threat when she saw one.
A different kind of threat than the one sprawled in the bed. Those boys threatened her sensual equilibrium and they promised to deal a deathblow to her pride, but they’d never hurt her. Not physically. The question was, did they both want to keep on seeing her? Or was this a one-night stand? Maybe in the morning they’d all go their separate ways. She’d thought Landry had been interested in her, but he could have been preparing her for a twosome.
