“Huh. I like prepared.” What the hell. It was the chance of a lifetime, right?
Hunter dragged the silky cloth over Claire’s skin, watching as it pebbled with goose bumps in the fabric’s wake. For a second she looked unsure and tried to cover her naked breasts from his and Mason’s sight.
“Ah-ah, sweetheart.” Hunter grabbed her hands and put them at her sides.
He wrapped the blindfold around her head and tied it, ensuring it wasn’t too tight, and tested to make sure she couldn’t see anything. Claire whimpered once, then settled.
With a hand at the V of her throat, Hunter coaxed Claire onto her back and swung one leg over her thighs, settling himself on her. She tensed until he kissed her, pushing his tongue into the depths of her mouth. His hands slid down her arms from her shoulders to her wrists, spreading them out above her head where he held them to the mattress.
“Leave them,” he whispered.
She bit her lip as if contemplating his soft command and nodded.
Hunter continued to ravish Claire’s mouth, every now and then thrusting his hips so she could feel how hard she made him. Her legs parted beneath his, and she pushed her core against his erection, seeking contact. Soon he’d be inside her, pressing as deep as her body would take him, penetrating her until her pussy contracted around his length, milking him to completion.
She writhed under him.
Hunter lifted himself off Claire, missing her heat the second he did so. Her skin was flushed, her back arched, pushing her breasts upward. Mason had already started to shed his clothes, his cock pointing like a beacon toward her. Hunter followed suit, tearing at his clothes to get them off.
Claire moved, bringing her arms to her sides.
“Uh-uh.” Mason lifted her arms and repositioned them once more. “Leave them. We like you spread out like this, all open and available to us.”
“You’re perfect.” Hunter reassured her by cradling a breast in one palm and flicking the nub with his thumb.
She cried out. He wanted to know if the rest of her was as primed as her breasts. They needed to get her out of her jeans.
Mason took to task on those, carefully unzipping them, letting Claire hear the hiss of the teeth as they separated, and then worked them and her panties off her long legs. Soon they would wrap around Hunter’s waist as he plunged in and out of her. Or they’d hold her up, trapping his thighs as he took her pussy and Mason took her ass. Either way, those legs would be getting a workout.
Hunter sat on the bed next to her, rubbing circles on her belly, moving closer to the silky curls shielding her entrance while Mason coaxed her inner thighs apart so he could lie between them and feast on her pussy.
A shocked gasp parted her lips when Mason found her taut bundle of nerves. The sound was definitely something Hunter could get used to hearing every day for the rest of his life.
Chapter Four
Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
Claire had never ever in her wildest imagination thought she’d be in such a position. Blindfolded and spread eagle while two men looked their fill of her nakedness. Her stomach rolled. What did they think? She panicked, her breath hitching in her throat. What if they didn’t like what they saw? What if they left her here, vulnerable?
“Relax, baby.” Mason spoke from somewhere down the bed so he must be the one caressing her thighs and making her sweat the closer he got to her mound.
“Just how in the hell would you like me to accomplish that?” She practically barked at him, her anxiety shooting through the roof. Being spread out for their perusal suddenly didn’t seem like such a good idea, research or not.
Then a tongue probed her outer lips, circled her clit and headed back down the other side and Claire forgot all about bad ideas. Nothing could be better than whatever Mason was doing to her with his mouth. She dug her heels in and tried to get closer.
“Look at these nipples.” Hunter plucked at them first with his fingers and then with his teeth. Claire swore she saw stars in her dark world. This had to be what she commonly referred to in her books as ravishing.
She’d never been ravished, so if this was what it felt like, then she would like an extra helping, please.
Something penetrated her opening. A finger? Two?
“More.” Wanton hussy, here I come.
“Patience.” Hunter’s lips tickled her ear.
“No.” She shook her head against the mattress, wanting more than anything to dislodge the blindfold so she could see them, and gripped the headboard in an effort to keep her hands where they’d placed them.
Mason latched onto her clit and sucked, his fingers pushing in and out of her, each time touching something deep inside that set off a riot of nerve endings, making her clit throb.
“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.” She’d wanted to scream, but the words came out on a croak.
“What? This?” His fingers touched the spot again.
It wasn’t possible. The G-spot? Her few sexual experiences had made her doubt its existence, but perhaps it had been her lover’s lack of attention to detail that had been the problem. Apparently that was not the case anymore.
Again and again he stroked her, his lips suctioned to her clit, his tongue swirling away, leaving her almost dizzy. Her climax raced to the surface, aided by Hunter’s mouth and hands on her breasts.
She exploded, her body seizing as she tried to prolong the sensation throbbing at her clit while Mason continued torturing her.
When the orgasm finally faded, she lay limp, sweaty and breathing hard from the best climax of her life.
And she had contemplating not doing this.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast in my life.” Not even with her trusty vibrating rabbit.
“Mmm…” Mason’s lips vibrated on her clit, shooting little ripples of leftover shock waves through her.
Her thighs tightened on his head and he pried them apart, spreading her open to him again. Maybe she should be thankful she couldn’t see him after all, because she hated the idea of them seeing her completely naked. She also hated being so self-conscious, but she wasn’t used to having men look at her so intimately. Every one of her prior dalliances had been in the dark, thank you very much.
“Our turn.” Hunter’s deep rumble brought her back to the matter at hand.
The bed shifted as they moved. Cool air wafted over her, leaving her chilled, and she heard them whispering to one another. A package ripped open. Condoms? Thank God they had the good sense to think about such things because she certainly hadn’t. She might be on the pill, but she wasn’t stupid. You don’t sleep with a man on the first date and not worry about things. Even if you already knew the man. Or men as the case may be.
The mattress creaked when they returned to her side.
“Hunter’s going to take your pussy, Claire, and I’m going to take your mouth.”
Claire swallowed and licked her lips. “Can I warn you that I pretty much suck at doing that?” Her last boyfriend, Kevin, had complained often enough anyway.
“I have no doubt that you’ll be pretty much sucking, baby.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“I like licking too.”
A warm tongue swiped her pussy and Claire squealed.
“Tasty.” Hunter picked up her thighs and draped them in the crooks of his elbows, spreading her wide.
The bed dipped near her head when Mason crawled next to her. She smelled his muskiness a second before the head of his penis touched her lips. Excitement raced through her. He’d gotten her off so quickly. She could definitely do this for him.
Even if it killed her. Which he could very easily do by choking her with his length.
“Stick out your tongue, baby.”
She did and was rewarded when he wiped the head across it, trailing precome in its path.
Between her legs, Hunter put his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and plunged inside. Her seldom-used inner muscles welcomed
Hunter and she moaned, loving the feeling. But she didn’t get much chance to cherish the moment because Mason filled her mouth with his cock.
Beads of sweat dropped from Hunter’s brow and he hadn’t even started thrusting yet. Claire’s sheath was heaven on earth, a place he could stay forever if she’d let him. Her inner walls gripped him in a hot wet vise, squeezing to the point he thought he might come without ever moving.
Mason’s forehead glistened with sweat also, telling Hunter that Mason was living the same pleasure in Claire’s sweet mouth. Her body undulated beneath them, her pussy slick with the aftermath of a strong orgasm.
Absolutely beautiful. Hunter drew out, withdrawing almost completely before sliding all the way in again. He didn’t know if her moan was from his penetration of her pussy or Mason’s of her mouth, and he didn’t care. The fact that she sounded in rapture herself meant the world.
He clenched his teeth. “I’m not going to last, Mase.”
“Me neither.” Mason’s hips pumped. His head dropped back and Hunter saw his eyes were shut tight.
Claire’s pussy pulled at Hunter, sucking him in when he tried to move out. Her thighs squeezed his waist, and she locked her ankles behind him. He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had made him lose his senses, but Claire was well on her way to doing so. There’d been a time when he could fuck and make a shopping list at the same time, so not being able to say what day it was meant that going after this—Claire—had been the right thing.
“Jesus, Claire. So fucking hot. That’s it, baby, suck me just like that.” Mason’s voice wobbled.
Hunter thrust in again, imbedding himself inside Claire’s depths. He wanted so badly to be without a condom, to feel every nuance of her, most of all to spill his seed in her womb and watch her grow with their child. For now though, he’d have to compromise.
At least until he and Mason won her over and made her theirs permanently.
His balls drew taut. The base of his spine tingled. His cock, if it were possible, got harder.
“I’m there,” he warned, gritting his teeth and trying to hold off.
It was no use.
“Me too.” Mason’s neck corded with his effort to keep from coming.
“Mmnhmmnn.” Whatever Claire said was lost to Mason’s dick.
Grasping her hips, Hunter reared back and plunged in one last time, holding himself deep within and spurting into the condom.
“Uh-mm. Uh-mm.” Claire bucked upward, frantically trying to rub her clit against him.
“Okay, sweetheart, okay.” He thumbed her clit, making slippery circles on it as she humped him.
Seconds later, her back arched as much as possible under Mason’s body and she sighed. Her orgasm pulsed against his thumb. With regret, Hunter slipped free of Claire’s sheath. He thought for a minute about running a bath for her, but they were all going to be exhausted. How big could her tub be anyway? Not big enough for all three of them, and he knew Mason wouldn’t be willing to let her go just yet. They’d settle for a warm damp cloth and a group snuggle for now. There’d be plenty of time for showering later. He left the sweet clasp of her legs and headed to the bathroom.
Mason gritted his teeth as he came with Claire’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Her mouth still worked him, draining every last drop.
His cock popped free of her lips, and it was all he could do not to collapse on top of the precious woman. He nuzzled her forehead, resting on his elbows, careful not to squash her.
“Can I take this off now?” Her nose bumped his cheek as she tried to dislodge the blindfold.
Mason chuckled and lifted it off her head. “Hey.” He kissed the tip of her nose then her lips, his heart jumping when she returned the kiss.
“Would it be too much for me to ask when we can do that again?”
“Anytime, baby.” He flipped a piece of hair from her sweaty face. “Beautiful.”
She snorted and turned away, which pissed him off. She didn’t know her own worth. “I told you Hunter and I have waited a long time to be with you, Claire. We’re not about to just walk away.”
Claire fidgeted and narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
Mason sighed and shifted to her side. He pried her fingers from the headboard and rotated her arms down, massaging the blood back into her shoulders. He kissed her nose, loving the dazed, well-fucked look in her eyes, so the last thing he wanted to do was talk about the future. Time enough for that later. For now he wanted her to enjoy the afterglow. “We’ll talk later.”
“What will we talk about?” Hunter returned from the bathroom carrying a washcloth, which he used to gently clean Claire’s heated skin.
Mason caressed one of her softening nipples.
“Us.” Mason lifted one of Claire’s hands and put his lips to her knuckles.
“Right. Later. Tomorrow. Tonight we sleep. With you between us.” Hunter grinned and tossed the washcloth to the floor, then joined them on the bed opposite Mason so they sandwiched her.
Mason licked a nipple, Hunter the other, making Claire arch in response. Mason loved how quickly she responded to them, how easily she’d taken them into her body when he had a feeling she hadn’t had many sexual partners. It made him even more secure in their decision to finally make her theirs.
“Why do I get the feeling…there won’t be…much sleeping going on?”
“Mm…smart girl.” Hunter’s fingers brushed over her pussy and clit again, stroking the sensitive bud back to life.
Tonight she’d opened up to them, let them into her home, into her bed. Tomorrow would be soon enough to convince her they wanted more than one night.
“Happy New Year’s, baby.” He passed his lips over hers, sweeping his tongue inside when she thrust her own tongue out. His cock rose to the occasion.
There were so few hours left in the night. Better make the most of it.
Chapter Five
Claire blinked her eyes open. The sunlight streaking through the blinds she for some strange reason hadn’t closed made her cringe.
“Ugh.” She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. Too damn many spiked punches. Her head was killing her. Her body too, she noticed, when she brought her leg up.
Her body? Sheesh. What else had she done last night? Run a marathon? Claire snorted. A mile would have made her feel like this. A marathon would have her lying in a nice padded fiberglass box.
And then it all came back to her in a rush. The god at the party, his friend, them coming to her and dancing. A kiss, a bed, and the most delicious sex she’d ever had.
Her next book.
Man. She hadn’t seen Mason and Hunter for so long. What in the hell had made her incorporate those two into her dreams? And why had she altered her remembered vision of them so drastically? Making them into perfect hero material.
Not that they weren’t back then. They may have both been tall and skinny and…dorky, but she’d been attracted to them anyhow. Best friends to the end, you would have never seen one without the other. Somehow that had been comforting.
Claire sighed. Maybe she should look them up and try to reconnect. She hadn’t gone to the ten-year reunion. Had they? Shoot. She should have gone. But damn. There had been so many other people she hadn’t cared to see ever again. People who had treated her like less than the stuff stuck to the bottom of their shoes.
Hindsight was twenty-twenty, right? If she had to live through her dreams, so be it. She didn’t want to, but there it was. Men tended to shy away from the wallflowers.
No matter what, she had to get out of bed and put her words on paper or the whole scrumptious night would slip out of her mind. Wasted ideas.
She struggled to sit up and, without her glasses on, gasped at the slightly blurry sight before her. “Sweet baby Jesus, woman, how much did you drink?” Naked? She’d freakin’ gone to bed naked as the day she was born. She never did that. It was…weird. Shorts and a T-shirt were her norm, at the very least a T-shirt and panties if she didn’t have shorts han
dy. “Lord.” She hung her head and wiggled her toes in the carpet. She so needed to stop living in her head and dreaming about her heroes.
Oh well. One night right? And they’d been celebrating the new year. Partying. Paul was known for his parties. She’d have to ask him about it since she couldn’t seem to recall a damn thing other than what happened in her bed, in her dreams, after the party.
Claire stood and stretched the kinks from her body before slipping her glasses on. Man, she was sore. In places she wasn’t typically sore in… Like she’d actually participated in the dream she’d had.
“Dur. Bathroom, coffee, computer. Get it together, girl.”
After freshening up she wrapped herself in her practically threadbare robe. Her feet shuffled on the floor as she headed out of the bedroom. Dragged more like. As she entered the kitchen, a yawn cracked her jaw then it nearly dropped on the floor.
“Should we wake her up?”
Claire came to a standstill, sure her glasses were dirty and that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was.
Shit. It hadn’t been a dream. Mason and Hunter were standing in her kitchen. Her way-too-small kitchen complete with Formica table and retro cabinets in beautiful seventies green was much smaller with two big men crowding the space. Wearing only pants. Mason scratched his chest, Hunter poured a cup of coffee. Neither of them had noticed her standing in the doorway.
The coffee wasn’t the only thing they’d prepared. Scrambled eggs and bacon, toast and juice all sat on the table waiting to be eaten. Her stomach rumbled. Loudly.
Mason spun around. Hunter grinned.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Hunter came to her, his hand outstretched.
Claire stood frozen in her spot. His head descended, his lips going straight for hers, and she could do nothing but let him in. Soft and warm, he teased her mouth open and allowed his tongue to slide in. Thank God she’d brushed her teeth.
He pulled back only to be replaced by Mason, who kissed her just as thoroughly.
“We were just talking about whether to wake you or let you sleep.” Mason dragged her to the table, jerked out a chair, sat down and tugged her into his lap.
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