by Kaliana Cole
Pleased as all hell with himself, he stood up, Jade clinging like a limpet, his semi-hard cock still within her. A bend and a shimmy and he was able to step out of his jeans.
Jade spotted his look of mischief as he started walking. “No! No, Matt, don’t you fucking dare!” He made no reply, just grinned harder as he walked right in to the water, his mouth opening wide as the shock of cold water wrapped around his legs.
Jade only had time to mutter a resigned “Oh fuck!” before Matt threw them both into the frigid water of the river.
* * * *
The glacial temperature of the water took both of their breaths away. Jade came up spluttering, swinging wildly at the man who had wisely disengaged whilst underwater, though with the shrivel-inducing cold, perhaps it wasn’t by choice.
It was so damn hard to be angry with Matt Kelly. That shit-eating grin just took the heat right out of Jade’s pique.
She swam for the shore, the mind-numbing cold feeling like it went all the way to her bones. She heard Matt mutter a curse and was glad the cold had got to him, too. She looked around for something to dry herself and spotted his T-shirt. If the big oaf wanted to throw her in the water, he could sacrifice it for the privilege.
Teeth chattering hard enough to rattle them from her jaw, Jade did her best to blot up the icy droplets that decorated her pebbled skin. The sound of water streaming off a large body had her turning to admire the view. Just because he was presently in trouble did not mean she couldn’t feast her eyes on one large wet male.
And what a view it was! Muscles that stopped just short of that overdone, muscle-freak line were made even more defined by the close fit of his skin, pulled taut by the cold. His package just looked normal size. If Jade hadn’t seen him in all his glory, she would think the cold hadn’t affected him at all. But what arrested Jade was the look on his face. The ever-present grin was gone. Real concern filled his gray eyes and pulled the smile lines from his habitual expression taut.
“What?” Jade queried, wondering what had him so alarmed.
“Turn around.”
Jade complied, still at a loss as to the source of his concern. She felt him approach, the heat he normally radiated only marginally dimmed by the plunge into icy water. His fingers skimmed her back as he swept her sodden mass of hair over her shoulder.
“Your back! It’s a fucking mess, Jade.”
“Oh, that.” It clicked that he was looking at the marks Nate had left on her yesterday.
She hadn’t been able to see them all in the small bathroom mirror, but what she had seen was pretty impressive. “Yeah, Nate and I got a little carried away yesterday.”
“Carried away? There is not one square inch of your back that doesn’t have teeth marks on it, and those two on your ass are fucking purple, Jade!” Matt turned her to face him. “If he hurt you, Jade, I’m going to fucking kill him. It is just not right to hurt you like that.”
His face filled with rage and indignation made Jade be very careful about restraining her smile. She moved to stand against him, laying her hands on the wide expanse of his chest, warming her chilled body with his body heat. “It’s okay, Matt. Nate didn’t do anything that I didn’t want him to. Sometimes I like a bit of pain. We just kept going for a bit long is all.”
“I could never do that, Jade. Brett and Nate can, but I can’t give you what you need, if that is what you want.” He shook his head, his open face so easy to read.
He was devastated he couldn’t be everything for her.
Jade blinked her eyes at the absurdity of the situation. Six foot seven of god-like male and he was insecure about holding her affections? He needed his ego stroked? Too bizarre for words.
“Matty, I love being with you. There is not a single thing about you that I would change. As much as I love that idiot oldest brother of yours, all that dominant-alpha-macho-bullshit wears a bit thin at times. That goes for that other idiot, too. Don’t even start me on Mr. Control Freak.
“You let me do what I want at my pace. Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on it is to have this great big, hulk of a man who could break me in two if he wanted, but would do nothing but play with my boobs for hours if that is what I wanted? That you would never hurt me is what gives me the confidence to take control, Matt.
“You have grown into a gorgeous man, Matt, but the best part of you has not changed a bit. You still have the biggest heart of anyone I know.” Jade laid a kiss on his chest where she could feel the pound of the mighty organ beneath her lips.
Matt folded her in his arms and held her tight. “So I’m all worried about nothing then?”
“Sure are, big guy.” Jade leaned back to give him a smile. “The only thing you should be worried about is the repercussions of throwing me in that river.”
The smile that stretched his lips said he wasn’t too worried.
He helped dry her with his T-shirt and did his best to blot himself dry with the then wet material. Getting jeans on to wet clammy legs was an adventure in itself. Denim just refused to slide against either of their skin. Eventually, they were as dressed as they were getting and heading back home. Matt had his jacket zipped up tight over his bare chest beneath.
They quickly stabled and fed the horses when they arrived, Kenny highly disappointed that he was getting a feed instead of being taken out for a ride. Toby was very happy to go with just dinner.
What Jade didn’t expect when she got up to the house was to find Nate sitting on the front veranda waiting. He had taken up Jade’s preferred spot, boots crossed on the railing and all. A big bag sat at his feet. The aroma promised takeout Chinese.
“I thought you two might need to recharge the batteries.” His brows rose over Jade’s wet, straggly hair, and he ignored the look of pending violence on his little brother. “Had a little adventure, did we?”
Jade shared a grin with Matt, his face returning to its usual form. “Yeah, a swim seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“A swim? You had better head into the shower and warm up then. There’s not any water here about that isn’t full of snow melt.”
Matt made to follow.
“You,” Nate fixed Matt with a glare, “you can stay here and explain to me what you were doing letting her go in freezing water…”
She walked away hearing something about her catching her death of cold. Jade left them to it knowing Matt had some words to say to his brother about his dental fixation. He would hold back while she was in earshot.
It took a while for the warmth to seep right through to her bones. If Matt was lucky, there would be enough hot water left for a quick shower. A real quick one.
She came out to find them amicably setting the table. Jade would never understand how men could do that. Go at each other like a pair of bighorn rams one minute and be best buddies five minutes later. They couldn’t hold a grudge for shit. Women, on the other hand, had perfected the art. The smell of food brought her mind to the present.
“That smells so good! I’m starving.” Jade sat in her usual spot where Nate had started piling Mongolian lamb high on the plate.
He gave her a wink. “A swim will do that to you.” The smile that accompanied it said he had found out all the juicy details of the “swim.”
Matt just started attacking the food with his usual gusto, unconcerned with his brother’s teasing. Nate must have loaned him a shirt because it was more than a little snug, albeit dry.
The meal was full of discussions of Matt’s new cycle, flirting around the edges of propriety as Matt was a little too forward with details of her approval of the machine. It appeared these two kept nothing from each other where she was concerned. As disconcerting as it was for her partiality for leather-clad bad-boys to be the topic of dinner conversation, the complete acceptance and lack of jealousy Nate and Matt displayed was downright refreshing. She had enough trouble dealing with her own hang-ups about having more than one lover without dealing with their issues, too.
Matt offered to d
o the dishes while Jade and Nate took up residence on the couch. A flick through the TV channels found nothing of real interest. They settled on an old western that made up in bullets fired for its lack of acting ability. It was already half way through.
Matt came in just as they were getting comfortable, wedging his big frame on the other side of Jade. She wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. Her old lounge just wasn’t as big as theirs.
Matt solved the problem by picking her up and draping her across both of them. Her upper body lay across Nate’s lap while Matt took possession of the lower. She was surprised to find she was actually comfortable. Her hip fitted into the gap between them and their big bodies made the best pillow that was ever invented.
They made no move to touch her other than to rest their hands on her, Matt’s draped over her flannel pajama clad legs and Nate’s arm folded under her breasts. They were engrossed in the flying bullets, galloping horses, and poor acting. Jade, on the other hand, was more than a little affected by the touch of their hands and the feel of their bodies under hers.
She’d had more sex in the last two days than in the previous two years, and she still wanted more.
There was no denying the need that was building in her. Her skin was sensitizing, every touch and scrape of the soft material that covered her was magnified tenfold.
She could feel the lips of her pussy plump and fill, their folds increasingly slick as her arousal built. She tortured herself by remaining still when all she wanted to do was writhe, to feel sensation against her skin and the sultry slide of slick flesh between her legs.
By the time the ending credits started rolling, Jade was beside herself with need. She had succumbed to the primal urge to move and was rubbing her thighs together, small, controlled movements she doubted even Matt would notice, let alone Nate way up the other end.
* * * *
The satisfaction Nate felt at her extreme arousal was all that held him back from caving to the shouted demands of his raging erection. He was proud of Matt’s ability to withstand the call of her body. The perfume of her arousal was strong enough from where he sat, let alone directly above the ripening feast writhing in his brother’s lap.
The fact that Jade was driven to such heights by just their proximity boded well for their envisioned future. Now, they just had to see if she was willing to fight for what she wanted. Or at least ask for it.
Jade’s need was as plain as the nose on his face, but Nate wanted her to ask them to bring her relief. Nothing was worse for a relationship than a lack of communication. They might be good at perceiving a woman’s needs, but they were not mind readers. A lot of future problems could be avoided if she learned to state her wishes.
Jade rolled to her back and stretched provocatively, thrusting her breasts toward Nate and rubbing her legs against Matt’s torso.
Nate chose to misinterpret the gesture. “Tired, little girl?” he asked, deftly avoiding the breasts she was trying to press into him. “You should go to bed. Matt and I can show ourselves out.”
He hoped she hadn’t seen the incredulous look Matt had shot him. It was too much to ask that the big lug guard his expression at that statement.
“I don’t want you to,” Jade said softly, a coy smile playing at her lips as she had another stretch.
“Don’t want to go to bed, or don’t want us to let ourselves out?” Nate was determined to make her admit that she wanted both of them, preferably now.
“Well, I want to go to bed, but I would prefer that you were in it,” Jade admitted, her face heating.
“And what about Matt? Are you going to send him home in the cold?”
He watched her look up and see the hurt that flashed in the eyes of the big man. No, she couldn’t ever send Matt away. “The bed isn’t that big. It will be a cozy fit.”
“If you want us in there, Jade, we’ll make room. It’s your call. Do you want us both tonight?” Nate looked straight at her, blue eyes boring into hers.
He wanted no mistake that this is what she wanted.
* * * *
Jade looked from one brother to the other, her libido screaming at her that there were no bad choices here, just degrees of fucking spectacular. Her body wanted what they offered. Craved it. But it was something else to actually give voice to the fact that she wanted two men at one time.
But need sent any sense of decorum and all her inhibitions out the proverbial window. “Please, Nate. I need you both tonight.”
She reached up and seized his hair, dragging him down for her kiss, reveling in his sinful, masculine flavor. She put all the conviction into that kiss that her tremulous voice didn’t hold. Pulling away from Nate, she sat up and reached for Matt. He met her willingly halfway. His taste was different, his own unique tang overpowering the faint taste of the Chinese they had shared.
She felt Nate’s hands on her as Matt stood with her in his arms, lifting her effortlessly. So consumed was she by the touch of the two big men that she didn’t realize they had taken her to the bedroom until she felt the soft mattress beneath her.
They stripped and followed her down, flanking her. Their big, callused hands and wet, willing mouths never ceased their caresses as they stripped her pajamas from her. The two brothers shared a triumphant smile, but Jade could take no umbrage. This was what they wanted. What they had dreamed of. Only one thing would make the experience more complete, but Brett was picking up a new wreck for restoration out of state.
Jade couldn’t restrain a slightly vindictive smile. Missing out might make him think twice about leaving her hanging again.
Thoughts of Brett could not distract her from the gratifyingly intense attentions of the two men who joined her on the bed. Matt had wasted no time in laying claim to her diamond-pointed breasts, suckling greedily as his hand caressed her quivering stomach.
Nate shouldered him aside. “Don’t be greedy. You really have to learn to share.” Jade could hear the amusement in Nate’s deep voice. Matt ceded, restricting his attentions to the nearest dusky-topped mound.
Jade nearly passed out from the bombardment of instant pleasure as Nate took possession of her other breast. She cracked her eyelids, caught up in the unadulterated decadence of two dark heads suckling at her. The visual impact was nearly more overpowering than the wicked sensation.
Her hands held their heads tight. She took a handful of the silky hair at Nate’s nape while the other could only grasp emptily at Matt’s near shaven scalp. The difference in texture was yet one more tactile treat for her ravenous senses.
The breathy entreaties and heartfelt moans they pulled from her when they drew deep upon her heaving breasts only spurred them on. Wicked demands ghosted through her head. Only the heated approval in their passion-heavy gazes kept her from dying in shame when she heard her thoughts actually echo back from the ceiling, whispered out loud.“Oh, god, yes! Deeper. Suck me harder.”
They kept lavishing attention upon her until her whispered entreaties became a litany of “fuck me. Someone please fuck me.”
As one they moved a hand to her sodden cleft, Matt playing fingertips about, gently strumming her clit. Nate went lower, once again proving he had no boundaries as he slid his thumb deep inside her aching pussy while the pads of his fingers massaged her rosette in an insidious caress.
Jade tensed at his proprietary handling of her forbidden area, but the memory of yesterday’s foray into the taboo had her relaxing into his touch. Her own arousal precluded any physical barrier as he slipped easily within, her desperate clenching no obstruction to his well-lubricated digit. Her groan of submission had both brothers gritting their teeth. The sound ripped from the deepest, most primal part of her.
She gripped desperately at the twin invaders, nearly coming undone when Matt matched the sweet torturous strokes at her clit to Nate rubbing his thumb in circles. The deep internal massage was like nothing she had ever felt before. Then with a grin of pure evil, he started to move his finger in counterpoint, effectively m
anipulating the nerve rich outer reaches of her back passage.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the first wave of orgasm swamped her, but neither man took much notice, intent on driving her higher, further, faster. Jade screamed as it all culminated in one huge spasm that all but tore her body apart with the pleasure. Limp and shell shocked, Jade could only lie there as her world tried to right itself.
The first thing that came into focus was Matt’s worried face, his lips were moving, but Jade wasn’t hearing anything but the beat of her own heart. “Are you okay?” Distantly, his voice reached her. “Nate, why won’t she answer me?”
Nate smiled like a beatific Lucifer as he stretched out alongside her inert form. “Because that last one near blew the top of her head off. She isn’t used to this much pleasure yet, are you, darlin’?” Jade could only blink in reply, a lazy sated smile firmly in place. “How would you like some more? We’ll go gentle on you, but we are going to explode if we don’t get inside you soon.”
In answer Jade rolled and hooked a leg over his lean hip, intent on rolling him atop her, but Nate had other ideas. “Give Matt what he wants first.” He kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear, whispering a sultry “then I won’t have to be so careful” as he nipped threateningly at her earlobe. Jade squealed as she pulled away from the low growl that accompanied the snap of strong white teeth.
She turned to find Matt naked and more than willing. He welcomed the leg she threw over his hip, gripping her thigh to bring her into alignment with the thick, blunt head of his erection. Nate snugged himself up close to her back. She felt a moment of uncontaminated fear when he touched the wide tip of his monstrous cock to her quivering asshole, but he just slid back and forth in the slick cream that had pooled in the crease of her ass. The awareness of having so much skin against her was overwhelming, so much warm male skin.
Jade thought she had died and gone to heaven.
Matt sliding deep inside her had her snapping her attention to him. Gray eyes stormy, his gaze hungrily devoured her as he began to give long deep strokes that nudged the end of her. The position of her leg gave him greater depth, and he buried himself to the root with every thrust.
