She backed up, wanting to avoid his invasion into her personal space.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He moved a step closer and she saw the vein throbbing in his neck. He reached for her hand and she pulled away.
“Why are you so skittish? I only intended on placing a kiss on the back of it, out of respect.”
Dana swallowed hard. She was no fool. He wanted to touch her again. “That’s not necessary.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked around the small, confined area. “Is there something else you’d like me to do?”
“No, I think I’m good.”
A dark brow lifted in amusement. “I bet you are.”
Dana noted the innuendo, but decided not to pursue a comeback. Instead, she shifted to the side, looking past him to the door, which opened to her workroom. He would have to step aside for her to pass him in the narrow aisle.
“Well, um, thank you for your help. You can leave by the back door. I need to go out front now. There may be customers in the store. Excuse me.” She lowered her head to avoid seeing his expression as she attempted to walk past him.
He shifted his body into her path. She would need to brush against him to get by. To avoid that, she moved to the other side, and once again he swayed to block her progress. On her third attempt, his arm swooped out to prop against the wall. She recognized his unspoken challenge to get physical with him. If she persisted, she’d have to make full contact against his body. Her heart skipped a beat.
She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze with quiet defiance. But the smoldering look in his eyes melted her resolve. She stepped back.
“I’m curious. Do I make you uncomfortable?”
His question caught her off-guard. How did he know? She thought she had done an admirable job of concealing her wariness of him. It must have been the way her nostrils flared to inhale his masculine scent or perhaps the way her chest rose with her excited breaths. Now his intense scrutiny made her squirm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dana tried to appear calm, but her wavering voice deceived her.
“Oh, all right. If you say so. I just assumed that since you’re attracted to my brother, you might feel the same attraction to me because we’re identical.”
Dana raised eyes flashing with fury at him. “You assumed wrong.”
“Really? Are you his girl? Is that why you’re so jumpy around me?”
“That’s none of your business.” She placed her hands on her hips for emphasis.
He took a step closer and she shook her head slightly to clear the lightheadedness that overcame her. Their bodies were so close that only a breath of air separated them. Dana had trouble thinking with him in such close proximity, but there was nowhere to go as she’d backed herself into a corner.
“Well, that answer tells me you’re not with my brother.” A smile curled his lip. “That’s very good to know.”
Her mouth dropped open at his keen assessment of their relationship. She really couldn’t dispute his statement for it was the truth. Damn! She glared at him, but his eyes bored into hers with such intensity that she thought she would faint.
He turned and reached down to pick up his shirt. Acting as if nothing had just transpired between them, he got dressed.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you. Glad to be of assistance,” he said nonchalantly on his way out. The door closed behind him and Dana stood frozen to her spot in the supply room, trying to figure out what just happened.
Trace walked out of Decadent Delights, smiling broadly. He stuck his hands in his pockets as his pace increased and he whistled a cheerful tune. Oh yeah, he found out some very interesting information. So, his brother was making a move on the competition. Way to go, bro. But she practically admitted they weren’t a couple and that was all Trace needed to know. Because if there was one thing he was good at, it was stealing women right from under his brother’s nose. He’d done it before and he would do it again.
Chapter Five
Dana sat in her studio, pencil in hand, sketching the image in her head. Though she tried to envision the statue as just one man, nothing seemed to work the way she wanted. The encounter in the supply room with Trace kept intruding on her thoughts. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him standing before her, his magnificently muscled chest blocking her way, his pupils dilated when he looked at her.
Concentrate! What is the matter with me? I’ve already got one brother pursuing me. What would I do with two?
As if she summoned the answer, a vision appeared in her mind, clear and strong—two naked men, reaching toward her, straining to overcome one another. There was the inspiration she needed. Ah, yes. What a fantastic creation it would be! She sketched it as quickly as her hand could draw. This was it. This was the statue she would sculpt. Now all she had to do was to figure out how to get them both to sit for her.
She sighed and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and she needed to be up at six a.m. Though reluctant to put the sketch pad down, after one last glance at the drawing of the two brothers, she set it aside and headed for bed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He stood before her, his naked body silhouetted in the moonlight spilling into her room. She ran her fingertips across his collarbone and down the flat planes of his chest, following the defined ridge of his abdominal muscles. Her fingers tangled in the soft curly hairs surrounding his cock and when she grabbed him, he sucked in a breath.
“You’re so beautiful.” She couldn’t stop touching him as she walked around him, examining every inch of his body. Her fingers caressed his toned arm muscles, his strong back and his tight rounded ass. His legs were pillars, solid as stone. The man had skin smooth as silk, yet the muscles beneath that luxurious skin were so hard that it made her mouth water. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body.
“I brought another, just in case I wasn’t enough for you. This is my brother, Trace.”
A man stepped out of the shadows, naked as Trevor. He strode toward her, slow and steady. His dark eyes burned with an intensity that made her shiver. When he stood next to Trevor, she saw that he was identical in girth and height. His hair was a tad shorter and perfectly coiffed. Up close, the moonlight emphasized their high cheekbones, lush lips and well-defined jaws. The identical twin was as fine a male specimen as Trevor…a sculptor’s delight.
Dana couldn’t believe her good fortune…two gorgeous, hunky men offering their naked bodies to be reproduced in an incredible, unique statue. This was going to be fun.
“Oh yes. I want both of you, but it will take more than one sitting. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. In fact, I’m yours for as long as you need me,” Trevor said.
“I can deal with it,” Trace added. “I’ll just extend my stay.”
“That’s wonderful,” she said.
Their appreciative smiles told her they were happy to accommodate her every need.
“Now as far as payment…”
Trace looked at Trevor and winked, then turned to her.
“We’ll take it out in trade.”
Though Dana wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, she assumed it had something to do with candy. She nodded. “Okay, it’s a deal. Let’s begin.”
Dana nibbled her nail as she contemplated how she would position them. It had to be something sexy to go along with those incredibly large erections the men sported. If she gave them the proper incentive and props, she was sure they could hold those positions while she worked her magic with clay.
“Don’t go anywhere, boys, I’ll be right back,” she said in a seductive voice as she ran her hands across their chests.
“We’ll be right here, sweetheart,” Trevor said and tossed her an air kiss.
She rushed to the kitchen and gathered candles, matches and oil. Stopping at the laundry room, she pulled off her silky pajamas and tossed them into the laundry basket. It didn’t make sense to get her clothes dirty and besides
, she figured her naked body would be a good stimulus. When she returned, the men had pulled back the covers on her bed and were sitting there waiting patiently. Their eyes grew wide when they first saw her enter the room in her birthday suit. Big smiles crossed their lips.
“Now that’s what I call getting involved in your work,” Trevor said.
“Yeah baby!” Trace agreed.
Dana smiled. “Well, since you’re going to have to hold a pose for a while, I thought I’d give you something to keep your mind occupied.”
“That works.” Trevor winked.
She noted that they hadn’t moved off the bed.
“Guys, I’m not going to have you seated on the bed. I want you over here where I’m going to set up these candles so I can get the right lighting. I brought some props too.”
They followed her to the open corner of her room where she had hung a blue sheet on the wall for background and laid a matching one on the floor.
“Okay, this is where I’m going to pose you. Let’s set up the candles here, here and here.”
After the six candles illuminated the room with sensual circles of light, she gave Trace a small stool to lean upon, one knee propped so that his body faced her. Trevor was placed next to him, facing his brother.
“Perfect. Oh one more thing,” she said as she squeezed oil from a bottle into her palm. “I want you to shine.” Their eyes grew wide and big smiles creased their lips.
“Be my guest,” Trevor said.
“Absolutely. Make me as slick as you wish,” Trace chimed in.
Trevor presented her his back. “Take your time, honey. I love a good massage.”
The moment her hands touched his skin, Dana tamped down the desire to pull him close and rub herself against him. He had a beautiful strong back, well-honed arms and a torso that made her mouth water. She slowly traced the outline of his sculpted pecs, then followed the rise and fall of his ripped abs. What an incredible body! When she approached his stiff rod, it moved on its own and he shrugged, giving her a crooked smile.
“What can I say? It gets excited when you get close.”
She licked suddenly dry lips. Why had she thought she would be able to remain unaffected by working with these gorgeous men? If she were to slip a finger between the dual lips of her mons, she was sure she would find it slick with moisture. And she hadn’t even touched his brother!
“Don’t forget me!” Trace said, snapping her out of her momentary trance.
Dana took a deep breath and dragged her gaze from Trevor’s erect cock. “No, I wouldn’t do that.” She stepped behind the twin brother and put more oil on her hands.
“That feels real nice,” Trace said as she oiled his back. “Make sure you don’t miss any spots. Unless you’d like to repeat this process, which is all right with me.”
Dana smiled at his suggestion. It would be easy to say “forget the sculpture, let’s just roll around on the sheets with oily bodies”, but then that would be defeating the purpose of inviting them over. She truly did want to make a sculpture of the men, for they were her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It wasn’t every day such amazing male specimens walked through her door to be fashioned into a statue.
Trace seemed to be enjoying her hands dancing across his skin, for his eyes fluttered closed and a smile of satisfaction appeared upon his lips. She tried not to think about how wonderful he felt, how strong and sexy his body looked. This was a business deal, that’s all. He moaned as she worked her way down his body, stopping just above his erection. Her hand trembled when she squeezed more oil into it. Who was she kidding? Handling two naked male bodies made her more than a little excited. Make that horny as hell.
“Don’t neglect the most important part,” Trevor said, displaying his staff to her. “I’d say they need some attention to attain an impressive size for your sculpture, wouldn’t you, Trace?”
“Definitely.”
Dana swallowed hard. They were right. Their rods were erect, but probably not as stiff as they could be. She held out her oily hands. “I’ll try to be quick with this.”
“No, no. Slow and steady has the best effect on me. I won’t complain,” Trevor said.
“Nor will I,” Trace chimed in.
Since she couldn’t decide which one to do first, she concluded that she might as well do both at the same time. After oiling her hands, she set the bottle down, then reached between their legs. Both men’s organs were quite heavy and long. She grabbed hold of the base and stroked upward, smoothing the oil all over the entire length of their warm, living flesh. They responded quite eagerly, growing stiff with very few strokes. She made sure she coated the heads as well.
Dana couldn’t control the erotic images floating through her mind as she played with them. What if she was to simply bend down in front of one to examine his cock and just happened to slip it into her mouth? Would the other protest if she wiggled her butt against him while sucking on his brother?
Okay, that train of thought was not going to get the work done. She shook her head and came back to reality.
“Finished!” She took a step back to admire her handiwork.
By the heavy breathing and excited looks on their faces, she realized the brothers might have guessed at her fantasy. They now sported incredibly hard erections.
Trevor looked down and stroked the length of his rod. “Seems a shame to waste this.”
“My sentiment exactly,” Trace said. “You interested, Dana? We’re primed and ready.” He grabbed himself too.
She giggled nervously as liquid heat slipped out of her. The throb between her legs was driving her to distraction.
“I can tell you want it bad. Your cheeks are flushed, your nipples are tight and I bet if I slipped my hand between your legs, it would come out coated with your juices. Am I right, Dana?” Trevor asked.
A shiver of excitement flowed through her. They weren’t going to make it easy to say “no”.
“Guys, if we start something, I’ll never get anything done.”
Trevor shrugged. “And that would be a bad thing because…?”
The two men closed in on her.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dana awoke in a cold sweat, her heart thudding in her chest. She looked around her darkened bedroom. She was alone. It was just a dream, but it all seemed so real. She touched the sheets. Just as she suspected, there was a large damp spot.
Now she ached with a need that frustrated her. Her internal muscles vibrated so bad that she knew there was only one way to get relief. She stretched out on her bed and spread her legs. With one hand stroking her breast and pinching her nipple, she slipped her fingers down her stomach, across her mound and into her warm folds. She closed her eyes and recalled where the dream left off. It was still very much a vivid memory.
Her body was sandwiched between the two men, imprisoned by their arms. A muscular chest pressed against her back, a hard cock tucked between her buttocks. Her breasts crushed against another chest and the hard length of his shaft pressed against her mound, the curly hairs tickling her clit.
Hands massaged her neck and upper arms. Other hands grabbed her breasts and kneaded them with a firm touch. Though the sensation was heavenly, it was the movement below that captured her attention. The shaft behind her sought and found entrance to her hole and she spread her legs to give it room. The oil on his body eased the way in. She held the other man’s hips as she rotated her own to make the fit comfortable. He stilled his movement after his cock was seated fully in her anus and grasped her hips.
The other fascinated her. He held his long hard-on in his fist, tapping it gently against her mound and rubbing it back and forth against her nub. He seemed in no hurry to bury himself inside her. Instead, he appeared bent on teasing her. With his other hand, he pinched her nipple, twisting it just until she winced, then elongated it, stretching her breast to his. She bit her lip, watching the way he played her body. When that solid flesh speared between her slick folds, sliding upon her juices to angle u
pward into her channel, she moaned.
All motion stopped and she heard only their harsh intake of breaths. The rocking began slowly and rose to a crescendo as they synchronized their movements. They filled her to the brim, massaging her insides, causing ripples of sheer delight to vibrate through her entire body. Concentration was difficult, for every nerve ending in her body, inside and out, was lit with pleasure. Her sensitive nipples strained against a hard chest, her pussy lips swelled.
The orgasm built like a spring wound too tight that unraveled in one explosive burst. But now it wasn’t a dream, this was real and her body clenched as it rose from the bed before bouncing back upon the mattress as limp and drained as a balloon that had lost all of its air.
Dana lay in the darkened room, breathing heavily, her damp hair sticking to her forehead. If this was her reaction after dreaming of being with them, she could just imagine what it would be like if this scene played out in real time.
What am I doing? I’m not interested in Trace that way.
Now she faced a dilemma. Was it possible to be in the same room with them and treat them solely as subjects to sculpt?
Yet she had no choice. The obsession to create burned inside her. She knew that familiar feeling, when it became a part of her, almost a living, breathing entity that would haunt her dreams, disrupt her daily activities. Once an idea buried itself in her subconscious, it wouldn’t let go until she had set it free. She had to do it.
It was time to have a discussion with Trevor. Because like it or not, he had to know the truth. She needed both of them for her sculpture.
Chapter Six
Dana marched into Trevor’s Treasures with one goal in mind—to get Trevor alone. She was no longer sexually worked up, but still had enough steam to run an old-fashioned locomotive.
“Where is he?” she asked the clerk behind the counter.
The attractive, dark-haired girl’s eyes widened. “Who? There’s no one else in the store. We just opened.”
Dana realized she hadn’t been very clear.
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