“Strawberries. Very ripe.” Dono smirked at his brother.
“Any whipped cream involved?” Her tone was so dry, Kylie wondered if her mouth had lost every last drop of moisture.
“Shut up!” Dash warned as his brother was about to answer.
Giving Dash a sideways glance, Dono hitched a thumb on his side pocket. “No whipped cream. But my butt’s not opposed to your pleasures.”
“Gee wally willickers,” Kylie cut toward him, “I guess not.”
“Gee wally willickers?” Dash turned halfway around, his expression mystified.
Kylie stomped her foot, spraying water all over. “Oh, for God’s sake. Gary, a boy where I grew up. He’d always say that.” She glared at both of them. “And he was the town troublemaker.”
“Dono was more of a troublemaker than me.” Dash aimed his bent thumb at his brother.
“Another great big fat surprise,” she mocked. “Mind pulling up your jeans, good boy?”
“I can’t. My butt’s all wet and soapy.” With that, Dash grinned at his own cleverness. He lobbed the cake of soap into the tub, then let go of his jeans. Quickly leaning over, he helped their progress down his legs.
Torn between falling back into the tub and laughing until it hurt, and wanting to pelt the living daylights out of him with anything she could get her hands on, Kylie watched Dash struggle. He semi-hopped as he pulled off each fancy boot.
Okay, her hormones threatened to hold up a surrender flag as his legs were revealed. Ever since her teenage summers at the pool, she’d had a weakness for a man’s thighs and calves.
Shit. Someone stop her from ogling. His thighs looked like Michelangelo had carved them out of golden brown granite.
To distract herself, Kylie grabbed the driest cake of soap. “Seriously, you are not getting naked.”
Chapter Nineteen
She Womped Your Pecker
“Why not? You’re naked.”
Dash straightened, eyeing her like a playful pup. Only the length of his western shirt spared her a view of his standing cock. It certainly didn’t hide the ropes of sexy muscle and sinew that made up his legs.
Kylie swallowed and hoped her nipples weren’t sticking out like sore thumbs. She didn’t dare take a peek. Both brothers would probably be on her like rodeo cowboys mounting broncos.
Relying on her rage, she gritted her teeth and hurled at Dash’s puppy dog grin. Reacting instinctively, he bobbed his head like a prize fighter, the bar grazing his ear.
“She almost plugged your mug,” Dono taunted.
“I’m the one almost naked.” In defiance of his brother, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Volcanic with anger now, Kylie wound up and aimed for Dono’s impressive bulge as he reached to undo his jeans. As fast as she threw, he unzipped, making his shaft a tall brown target.
“Yahoo!” Dash celebrated. “She womped your pecker.”
The soap glued itself for a moment to Dono’s proud cock, not entirely freed from his jeans yet. He didn’t move and looked as though he was caught in a state of suspended animation. The bar dropped to the floor from its own weight, then skidded a short distance. Only she and Dash watched it slide to a halt.
“Quit showing it off like a prize stud horse,” Dash jibed.
With her gaze trapped by Dono’s unmoving body, Kylie decided his pecker deserved another womp via soap, even it was the most beautifully shaped penis she’d ever seen. Dammit, the artist side of her surfaced big time. If she’d had a camera or a vid phone, she would have taken pictures.
Retrieving a bar, she glanced up before rising. Dash had his shirt off. Shit, if he didn’t cause her bosom to heave like all those heroines in historical romance novels. Certainly, a breathless sensation she’d never felt now pumped the air in and out of her lungs.
God, she hoped she wasn’t about to actually swoon and that her shivering breasts weren’t noticeable.
“Kylie, what’s wrong?” Dono strode closer, his cock bobbing above his open zipper.
“Nothing,” she shot back, managing to straighten up. Still lightheaded, she didn’t raise her arm to throw.
“Yep, there is.” Dono halted several strides away, and peered closely at her.
“If there is, it’s your fault.” Her cheeks flamed red hot from his nearness, or was it the close proximity of his engorged shaft? Whichever, Kylie couldn’t stand the thought that her entire body might flush in front of them.
“Come on, Kylie,” Dono coaxed, opening his arms. “You have to be gettin’ real tired.”
“No, I’m not,” she snapped. “Besides, I’m not doing anything until you zip up your jeans.”
“Why, that’s right contrary to my way of viewing the situation.” Dono smiled as lazily as his drawl had been. “We can’t be doin’ anything if I do zip up.”
Her spine stiffening to steel, Kylie side-armed her throw. Thunk! The bar landed against Dono’s mid-section, then bounced to the floor, leaving a large wet stain on his navy T-shirt. Kylie stared at the six pack revealed by the wet, clinging material.
Had she ever seen muscle definition like that, so up close and personal? The closest was his brother, Dillon, of course. Just the thought of him turned up her temperature in all the wrong sex places.
“Like what you’re lookin’ at, little mermaid? I surely like what I’m gazin’ at. Those nipples of yours are pink as rose buds and right perky.” Close to the speed of lightning, Dono flung off his T-shirt.
Kylie stepped back before she could halt herself. Nearly slipping, she braced her ass on the edge of the tub.
“Careful, little Kylie.” The real concern in Dash’s tone wasn’t lost on her.
But, what? Were all three brothers hunks-to-die-for when naked? Or, as she always thought about it, hunks to definitely and absolutely live for. Dono’s bare chest invited her touch like an effing magnet. Fisting her hands, Kylie dug her nails into her palms. Anything to stop herself from stroking him senseless.
“I do think you like what you’re seein’. Dash had the right idea.” Dono gripped the top of his jeans with an easy confidence that jolted Kylie and slickened her pussy.
Jerking her gaze away, she spied a cake of soap and seized it like a lifeline. Hell, she’d hurl the bottles at them, too, only she couldn’t stand the idea of breaking the lovely glassware.
Besides, it would accomplish nothing. With their superior reflexes, they’d avoid the bottles or use it as an excuse to grab hold of her before she threw them.
Kylie swung around, poised to continue her soap attack. Backing away with a huge cocky grin on his face, Dono motioned for her to take her best shot at his naked body.
“That’s it. You better leave. Both of you.” Kylie took deliberate aim at his pecker, then let her soap rip toward him.
Dono agilely twisted to the side, the bar catching his hip instead of his shaft.
“Coward!” Kylie chased after the soap Dash had lobbed into the tub.
“Just improvin’ your throwing arm,” Dono bantered through his cupped hands.
“Over here.” Dash pointed at his fluffed manhood.
With the surface of the cake gooey, Kylie firmed her grip, then focused on Dash. “Make yourself an easy target”
Widening his thighs, he raised his arms in a Y shape. “Am I a big enough target?”
Kylie reared back and fired. At the last second, Dash angled his hip sharply so the soap slid along his butt cheek.
“I ain’t the only coward,” Dono yelled gleefully.
“Yeehaw!” Dash moved back and forth with stilted steps, imitating the automated targets at a shooting gallery.
“You two are nuts.”
Kylie propelled the cake of soap at Dono’s nuts. He jumped straight up reminding her of a human kangaroo. The bar bonked his kneecap. Chuckling madly, like some St. Patrick’s Day Irishman Kylie had once observed, he scooped it up, returning it to the tub.
“How about my nuts?” Dash hollered. “They’re feeling dang neg
lected.”
“Why don’t you paint a bull’s eye on them, then bend over.” Kylie aimed for his big fat, but exceptionally handsome head.
Dash hadn’t stopped his shooting gallery walk. The bar sailed and caught the back of his noggin. She watched it slide down his shoulder-length mane, a light auburn shade with streaks of gold. Kylie knew several women who would have considered scalping him and using his locks for a wig. She had to admit her own hands itched to dive through his hair.
“Hey, you didn’t give me time to bend over.” Dash whipped around, found the cake of soap and arced it beside her.
On impulse, Kylie seized two bars of soap. “That’s where your real nuts are.”
“You are makin’ me think with my nuts.” Rearing his head back, Dash whooped a laugh.
Kylie scowled, more at her wild streak, than at Dash. As a kid she’d run wild and free. It had been as vital as taking her next breath. In the course of growing up, her responsibilities had buried the urge. Now, here it was, a rising tornado that threatened to overcome her.
She watched Dash continue to act like a target. Dono sauntered behind his brother, joining him.
“What are you two, ducks in a shooting gallery?” she hollered.
Kylie wound up, throwing. Smack and squish, the bar struck Dono’s upper arm. He spun, deftly catching the soap before it fell.
“Keep shootin’ us, sweetheart.” Dono looped the bar high so it made a big splash as it hit the water, then fell into line behind Dash. He winged his arms in an imitation of a duck.
“Oh, so funny!” Plucking up another bar of soap, Kylie flung both of them toward Dash. He didn’t bother ducking and took both blows to his head. Wheeling around he caught them as they fell, one in each hand.
“You think you’re good,” Dash mock-challenged his brother. Yipping like a crazy man, he tossed the bars back to Kylie. “This is more fun than the shootin’ range, being your target, cutie pie.”
Cutie pie? Bending rapidly, Kylie frowned as she captured two cakes of the floating soap. “I’ll cutie pie you both!” Gathering herself, she arched back and launched both bars.
Strike one. Strike two. Kyle hooted her own victory, interrupted as she watched Dono and Dash halt and pretend to be struck targets. For a few moments, they remained rigid.
“I’m in a cowboy loony bin,” she muttered.
Pointing at where she’d hit them, they guffawed like ornery boys while she fumed. Kylie planted her hands on her hips, only to feel them slide downward because of the soapy residue.
Like twins, Dono and Dash palmed the bars sailing them back to her. Splash. Splash. Mechanically, they continued moving back and forth.
Arming herself with cakes of soap, she tried her luck again. “Duck! You cowboy ducks.”
One splatted hard against the side of Dash’s face. He grabbed it before it fell. The other one nearly whizzed above Dono’s head. It slimed his hair, and he snatched it in mid-flight. “How many bars does it take before I knock some sense into you?” she called out.
Both of them faced her, their physiques so man-flesh gorgeous, Kylie knew it was her undoing. She felt the shift happen, as if a wind blew inside her gently pushing aside a door. Desire blazed through her, then exploded within her womb, sinuous flames of want.
With the splash of the soap in front of her, Kylie quit staring. She tossed her mostly dry hair and seized her hips so her hands didn’t slide.
“I think it’s time you boys proved yourselves.”
She could have sworn their cocks leaped another inch toward her. In unison Dono and Dash swivelled their heads, looking at each other. Moments later, they beamed their gazes back on her.
Kylie’s heart rate accelerated, rivaling the Indy 500. Gingerly, she sloshed to the side of the tub. Before she could swing one leg over, Dono moved before her. With a swift claim of her waist, he lifted her, and Kylie had the sensation of flying briefly through the air before landing in front of him.
Seductively he backed her up toward Dash, halting them in the middle of the room.
“Kylie.” His roughened tone sparked her already torrid insides, especially zinging to her clit. He tipped her chin to meet his hooded gaze, then searched her face. “Are you certain about this, darlin’?”
Kylie could only nod. Tightening her grip on his arms, she lost herself inside his startling green eyes, now dark, as if covered by a translucent layer of onyx. Masterfully, Dono caressed her back and explored, his strokes causing wicked shudders throughout her flesh.
“You’ll have to do it, though. You two will have to do it.” Kylie trembled. “I mean I don’t know how to seduce men. I mean I’m not good at it… not really.” Shit, could she be more nervous?
“You never have to worry about seducin’ us, little Kylie.” The low timbre of Dash’s words came from behind her. “Me and Dono have all sorts of ways to make you feel good and feel like lovin’ us.”
“Is that so?” She’d lost her voice, her question only bursts of breath.
“That’s so.” Dono embraced the side of her face with his hand. His sensual touch made her feel absolutely crazy with lust and Kylie leaned closer. She twined her arms around his neck, her lips desperate for his kiss.
Dono caressed the small of her back bringing her flush against the whip-tough strength of his body. In contrast to his muscles, his skin felt like steamy satin against her breasts. His shaft speared her belly, silky and furnace hot. Lazily, he captured her mouth and pleasured her lips as if that was his sole happiness, his only purpose in life.
Dash gently placed the flat of his hand between her shoulder blades, startling Kylie at first. Dono recaptured her lips, his mouth gliding and seizing the shape of her mouth in a way that was pure temptation to her passions.
“Yes,” she whispered, once they both paused for a breath.
Dash smoothed his large rough hands over her shoulders almost in the manner of a massage. Pleasure zapped through Kylie. Two men. Two ultra sexy hunks sandwiched her. A sudden surge of excitement heated Kylie to wanton wildfire and she attacked Dono’s mouth, her kiss fierce with need.
Dono’s sensuous strokes on her lips held his knowing smile. At the same time, he established dominance, leading their kisses like a rock guitarist, who both ruled and coaxed his strings. With subtle possession, he gripped her hips while Dash stroked his thumbs on the sides of her upper spine, a bliss unto itself.
Kylie moaned as raw pleasure stabbed into her sex mound, swelling her flesh and making her clit feel as if it had been lit by liquid flame. Dono’s lips parted, and he encouraged her in an open-mouthed kiss. Kylie cried out softly, desire knifing through her.
“You’re ready for a ride, sweetheart, aren’t you?”
The smoke and sin in Dono’s voice ignited more sparks of arousal, most of them centered on her impatient pussy. His mouth framed hers again in a sizzling kiss and he seized her ass cheeks, easing them apart.
Dash stroked over her shoulders rhythmically and Kylie basked in the sensations, feeling delicate beneath the size of his hands. As if he didn’t want to frighten her, Dash gently pressed the length of his cock against her lower back.
Grateful for his care, Kylie mentally awarded him points.
With surprising finesse, Dash rocked against her. Dayumm, his thick shaft branded her skin, it was so close to scalding. Droplets from her sex moistened her inner thighs.
As Dono’s tongue tip tasted the inner shape of her lips, teasing her, Kylie moaned. She attacked his mouth with a long languid kiss.
“If you ain’t the softest thing in creation,” Dash rasped. He eased his cock downward, along the crack of her butt. “I can’t wait to feel how soft and dewy you are.”
Breaking their kiss, Kylie whimpered against Dono’s lips. Ballistic with longing, she tightened her arms around his neck and clung to him.
Dono claimed her mouth again, hard, while Dash pushed his shaft against the entrance to her sex. Shivers sliced through Kylie at the thick rounded feel of
his cock’s head.
“If you ain’t a little rose,” Dash hoarsely praised.
Gripping her shoulders, he anchored himself and jabbed his cock inside her. His thrusts forceful, still, he took his time in penetrating her completely.
Firmly, Dono spread her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly. At the same time, his tongue deliberately dived inside her mouth tangling with her tongue in such a deliciously erotic dance, Kylie wasn’t certain which excited her more, Dash’s thrusting cock or Dono’s talented tongue.
With a recklessness she’d yearned for, Kylie flattened herself against Dono. Feeling as though a storm lived inside her, she sinuously twined her tongue around his while their lips continued to fiercely caress each other.
“We got a wild filly.” Dash pumped his shaft deeper inside her slick sheath. Each inch, the bold power of his lunges thrilled through Kylie, changing her blood to hot surrendering fizz.
Dono didn’t merely answer her abandoned mouth. He played her with an artist’s sensitivity, heightening her passion while letting her know his passion. He seduced not only her lips and her tongue, but also her woman’s soul, bringing forth her innermost longings.
As Kylie tasted Dono’s dark desires, she realized he’d be the one to discover her kinkiest fantasies and free them. That thought alone added to her savage arousal.
“Kylie.” Dono paused long enough to utter her name, his tone black as thunderstorm clouds.
Dash thrust with the power of a bull to her core and halted. “Good Lord made women for this,” he growled. Easing back a fraction, he lunged, hitting her core again. “Like He made you for us.”
Lost in the throes of a passion she’d never experienced, Kylie forgave Dash’s chauvinism. All she wanted was his cock doing it to her.
“You’re in for a ride now.” Dash gradually withdrew his shaft. “Hang onto Dono, honey.”
Kylie felt Dash brace his legs wider. With his cock’s crown filling her sex opening, he launched upward. The force of him bucking inside her took control of her entire body and took utter possession of her as a woman. From that point on, he didn’t quit, driving his cock inside her passage like a splendid beast.
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