Crazy About Curves: 10 Luscious Reads

by Adriana Hunter

  “Not yet,” Nolan said, pulling away sharply just as she neared the edge, ready to topple over into a sinful paradise. She gulped a quick breath, her chest heaving as her throbbing body tensed with awareness. Nolan gestured to Vince, “My brother...would you like the honors of pushing her to the limit?”

  Vince growled, “Hell yes,” and stood to his full height over her. She was splayed like a broken doll across the chaise, the urge to squeeze her thighs together to create that much-needed friction but she knew better and remained still even though she wanted desperately to give into sweet release. “On your stomach, sweet girl,” he commanded as he unbuckled his jeans and kicked them free. Penny caught a glimpse of his straining cock, the mushroom tip thick and bulging, as it sprang free from his boxer briefs. She knew what he wanted — what Vince always wanted and she tensed but Nolan’s soft words in her ear softened the fear as Vince commanded her to put her hands above her head and arch her back. She trembled as she complied, closing her eyes as Nolan trailed a finger down the small of her back and down the seam of her behind.

  “You know you need this,” Nolan said gently. “You need to feel helpless to deny your own pleasure. We do this for you, my sweet. Let yourself go and accept your true nature.”

  Vince probed her deeply, testing her readiness. She groaned at the pressure of one finger, followed by two, and then three. “So hot,” he said with approval. “So wet.” He leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the chaise as his cock rubbed insistently at her entrance. “Tell me you want this,” he commanded softly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to feel full, stretched beyond endurance. She wanted to forget...“Please, Vince...”

  “I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he said, brushing a kiss across her cheek. “Would you suck my brother’s cock while I fuck you?” he asked, the sweetness of his voice a shocking contraction to his bold demand. “I’d love to see those lovely lips wrapped around Nolan’s cock while I fuck you in the ass. Would you do that?” She nodded, embarrassed yet highly aroused. How could she exist in two such different states of being at the same time? Vince knuckled her cheek. “I love when you blush. It’s so sweet and sexy, do you know that? It makes me want to do even more nasty things to you — things you’ve never dreamed of — just to see those lovely cheeks redden with heat.” He chuckled and slid to his knees behind her. She rose up to allow Nolan to move in front of her and soon, she had two Buchanan cocks — one pressing at her behind and the other nudging past her lips and she was lost to the knowledge that the twins owned her body and there was little she could do to prevent whatever they wanted to do to her.

  “Open for us, love,” Nolan urged as he pushed his cock into her mouth at the same moment that Vince gently eased his cock into her tightly fisted rosebud. Vince coaxed her opening to bloom by sliding her juices over her entrance with the head of his cock, pushing slowly and steadily into her behind. She stiffened as the penetration stung. Her body fought the invasion as the sphincter threatened to tighten, but soon, the ring relaxed and she began to rock against the invading cock . She was mindless — helpless to stop the pleasure that built and gained momentum as her body welcomed the penetration at both ends — and she reveled in the groans that her body pulled from both men’s slack mouths as they both pumped their hips against her.

  “So tight!” Vince gasped, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her without mercy. Her mouth worked Nolan’s cock until he cried out and filled her mouth with warm, salty cream. She eagerly gulped down the fluid just as Vince filled her on the other end, his cock jetting deep inside her. She quivered as Vince pulled out, her eyelids closing on a sigh as Nolan caressed her hair lightly, but Vince knew she hadn’t cum and suddenly, he pulled her down to the floor with a wicked grin. She stared up at him, a small shiver of anticipation rocking her spine. “You, my sweet, didn’t get there, did you?” She slowly shook her head and began to protest that she didn’t mind but Vince wasn’t finished with her. “Nolan...our pet hasn’t reached her release. Perhaps you could help her?”

  “Gladly,” Nolan said, throwing her legs over his shoulder and staring down at her with such wicked intent that she became instantly wet and ready. He licked his thumb and began to rub her clit in slow, decadent circles as he built the pressure again. “I love watching your face flush as you get close to your release,” he said, almost conversationally, except for the urgent press of his cock against her hot folds as he readied her for his penetration. Penny thrashed beneath his touch, desperate to shatter into a million pieces. Sweat dampened her hairline and her hands became clammy as she approached the promised land of sweet release. Nolan pushed himself deep inside, burying his cock to the balls into her heated core just as Vince pushed something inside her behind. She cried out as the sensation of being double penetrated nearly made her buck like a wild mustang being ridden for the first time. She cried out as she tumbled headlong into an abyss of wonder as her body clenched and released in the most intense contraction, sending her spinning into the ether with nothing to hold onto. Dimly, she heard Nolan utter a hoarse cry as he collapsed, his seed dribbling from her channel as they took long, rasping breaths to recover. Vince eased the plug from her behind and she covered her face, more than mortified at how wanton she’d been but she was exhausted, not only physically but emotionally as well. She was wrung out and twisted on the insides from everything that had happened in the last two weeks that she didn’t know if she’d ever be the same. Vince’s tender smile nearly broke the wall she had built to hold back her tears but she held it together by the thinnest margin. “You never disappoint,” he said to her as he helped her to a sitting position while Nolan handed her a blanket. “Tell me, sweetness, what do you desire? You deserve a treat. A diamond? A new car?” he asked, throwing out ideas with a grin but even as his generosity seemed sweet on the surface, his offer sent a discordant tone ringing through her body. Whores were rewarded for sexual favors. She didn’t want to be a whore. She wanted...she wanted an illusion — something that simply didn’t exist. Get with the program, Penny. She’d signed on the dotted line. It is what it is. She forced a shy smile even though she was choking inside and Vince rewarded her with a smacking kiss on the lips. “Jewelry it is,” he announced as he bounded from the sofa with a self-satisfied expression. Only Nolan seemed to notice that she wasn’t truly smiling on the inside.

  “You are an amazing person, Penny,” Nolan said, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes. He remained naked, his softening cock still dripping tiny drops of fluid from the tip onto the expensive chaise, and Penny felt compelled to avert her eyes. Perhaps she was a total ninny but somehow she felt even dirtier sitting with nothing but a blanket between them after what they’d just done.

  “I need a shower,” she said quickly rising.

  “I like the smell of us on you,” Nolan said, reaching for her but she moved out of reach with a short smile and Nolan sighed. “All right. You go shower and we’ll see about food. It’s going to be a long night and you’re going to need your strength.”

  Penny ducked a short nod and practically ran from the room clutching the blanket to her body. Tears blinded her as she locked herself in the bathroom, her heart beating erratically. What was wrong with her? She was going completely bananas. The twins were good men. They’d never do anything to hurt her. Dillon had used her as a pawn in his little game and she’d been grievously hurt in the process. So why...why on God’s green earth was she feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of spending another moment in the twins’ embrace? She scrambled to turn the shower on full blast with plenty of heat. She climbed into the marble enclosure and went straight under the scalding spray. She welcomed the agony as the hot water sprayed needles of pain across her skin. She gritted her teeth and remained under the spray, regardless that it was way too hot for comfort, considering it penance for putting a price on her values and integrity. Tears st
ung her eyes and she let them fall as she cried beneath the water, glad she was alone in her misery at least for the moment.

  -13-

  “We’re losing her,” Nolan said, worried when Penny’s shower took longer than necessary and when he went to check on her, found the bathroom door locked. “Whatever Dillon said to her, changed the way she feels about us.”

  “No, she’s just shook up over the whole incident. She’ll be fine,” Vince said, waving away Nolan’s concerns as he was too busy preparing their plates from the restaurant he’d ordered from. Ordinarily, Jacques didn’t do take-out but they always made a special exception for the Buchanans. Vince stood back and grinned. “Nothing like gourmet cuisine delivered right to your door. Where’s Penny? How long does it take to rinse off?” he asked, mildly annoyed that she hadn’t returned.

  “She locked the door,” Nolan said. “I’m telling you, she’s changed. It’s going to take more than a few good fucks to get her back on our side.”

  “You worry too much. After what just happened, that woman will do whatever we say. Brother, you have a lot to learn about bending a woman to your will. Sometimes, you’re too soft and sweet when they really want a firm hand on their ass.”

  “I’ve never heard any complaints,” Nolan said with a scowl. Sometimes his brother had the sensitivity of an IRS agent bent on auditing an 86-year-old woman for a minor tax infraction. “I think Penny needs to feel that she’s more than just an expensive fuck toy. She needs to feel loved.”

  At the mention of the word “love” Vince stilled and Nolan knew exactly where his thoughts had veered. “Penny is nothing like Isabel,” Vince said. “She’s stronger, more stable.”

  “We said we wouldn’t make the same mistakes but I think maybe we are.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Nolan sighed and leaned his head back against the plush cushion of the sofa. “Hell, I don’t know, I just feel we’re screwing something up. Maybe this was a terrible idea; not for us but for Penny. She’s a good girl. Sweet and fragile. That’s the part that reminds me of Isabel.”

  “So what do you suggest?”

  “We need to be more gentle with her. We went way too fast this time.”

  “I couldn’t help myself,” Vince said regretfully, agreeing with Nolan. “There’s just something about her that drives me wild. I don’t want to lose her.”

  “Me either. We need to get Dillon out of her head.”

  “His dick must spurt magic rainbows or some kind of charmed shit because he’s like the pied piper of seducing women,” Vince grumbled. “I’m so sick and tired of being in Dillon’s shadow. What’s he got that we don’t?”

  Nolan quieted as a different memory returned to him, one that he knew Vince tried hard to forget.

  “Let us take care of you,” Vince’s voice echoed from the past as they held Isabel’s hand while she cried. “You don’t need Dillon. We’ll be there for you.”

  “I don’t understand,” Isabel said, sniffling into the tissue Nolan had handed her. “He looked at me as if he hated me. I don’t understand what I said wrong.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Vince was quick to assure her, resting his hand gently on her shoulder. “It’s all Dillon’s fault. He’s a jerk and it’s about time he realize that he can’t treat people like garbage. You are a treasure. If you were our girl...we’d never let you go.”

  Isabel stared with red-rimmed eyes and asked with a soft hiccup, “What do you mean?” She looked to both brothers in confusion as she awaited their answer.

  If Nolan had known then how things would unfold, he would’ve forced Vince from the track he was traveling. He’d been so obsessed with having Isabel but Vince hadn’t realized what wheels they were about to set in motion when they’d begun working on Isabel.

  Vince clasped Isabel’s hand and drew her close, brushing his lips across her hand as he looked at her in earnest, saying, “You deserve better than Dillon. You deserve the finest life has to offer. We could give you that. Our father has cut Dillon off. He can’t provide for you now, and honestly, I’m not even sure he wouldn’t grow tired of you within a year. We would give you the moon and treat you like a princess...”

  “But Dillon—“

  “Dillon is gone,” Vince had cut in. “But we’re not going anywhere.”

  Looking back, Nolan couldn’t help but wonder if Isabel had known she was pregnant and was desperately hoping to convince one of them to care for her child and give it the Buchanan name but seeing as she took her own life before sharing the news, Nolan could only wonder. Either way, they should’ve known not to push Isabel when she’d been so vulnerable but Vince had been unwilling to listen.

  Nolan’s reverie was cut short by Vince as he pulled him back to the present but Nolan was grateful; the past was filled with dangerous pitfalls for them both.

  “I don’t want to hurt Penny but I don’t want Dillon to have her either,” Vince admitted. “The bastard doesn’t deserve her.”

  “Like he didn’t deserve Isabel?” Nolan said with a twist of his lips that made Vince scowl.

  “Yeah, that’s about right.”

  “Did you ever think how things might’ve been different if we hadn’t gone after Isabel like we had?”

  “Fuck, Nolan. Why do you have to bring up Isabel every bleeding second?”

  “I guess I’m finally growing a conscience,” Nolan retorted. “We were wrong. What we did was wrong. Maybe it’s time to atone for that.”

  “You want to atone for something, go to church and say a few ‘Hail Marys’ and nut up for Christ’s sake. Penny and Isabel are nothing alike and we’re not doing anything wrong,” Vince said, his voice rising to a near shout, which meant Nolan had managed to get under his skin. Vince threw his hands up. “Fuck this. I’m going out. I need a breather.”

  “What about Penny?” Nolan asked, irritated that his brother was bailing.

  “You’re the bleeding heart, you figure something out.” Then, he added with a frustrated gesture, “Just tell her to go home. She doesn’t want to be with us anyway. She wants that asshole Dillon. Just like Isabel did.” With that he stormed from the room and in the distance, Nolan heard a door slam as Vince left the house.

  Nolan stared at the perfectly prepared food and shook his head at the muck they were all wallowing in and wondered how the hell they hadn’t seen this coming. Penny was an amazing girl — and just like Isabel — much too tender-hearted for an arrangement like theirs.

  Nolan pushed away from the counter, leaving the food behind.

  No one had ever accused the Buchanans of being noble but Nolan hated the heartache he saw in Penny’s eyes. It was just too damn close to the pain he’d once seen reflected in the gorgeous cornflower blue of someone else’s eyes.

  Someone else who’d fallen in love with Dillon.

  #

  Dillon saw her from a distance, not that he’d been in the park by accident, but he hadn’t been prepared for the jolt to his senses seeing her would create. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulder, exposing the gentle slope of her neck that he distinctly remembered kissing, and she appeared to be daydreaming as she people-watched. Dillon scanned the area, looking for his brothers and when he didn’t see either of the twins, he took that as a sign that it was time to talk.

  “You should have a jacket.”

  His observation startled Penny as she swiveled around to see him. Immediately her eyes lit up with a light she couldn’t have possibly known radiated her entire face but she shut it down just as quickly. “If you’re looking for your brothers, they aren’t here,” she said pointedly as she dismissed him with a glance.

  “Mind if I sit with you?”

  “Yes. I do mind. Go away.”

  He ignored her and sat beside her, ostensibly to people-watch as well but in truth, he had so many things he wanted to say but the words seemed caught in his throat. He’d hurt Penny terribly. The path to redemption might’ve been a simple apology but he knew she
deserved far more than a few careless words thrown her way. Problem was, he didn’t even know where to start. Apologies weren’t exactly his forte. But before he could even try to formulate the appropriate attempt, Penny was on her feet. “If you won’t leave, I will,” she said, dusting her behind and grabbing her purse.

  He was on his feet in a flash. “Penny, wait.”

  She stopped, her stare wary but he’ll be damned if he didn’t see a hint of yearning in those chocolate eyes as well and he was going to bank on the latter as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. “Please give me a chance to explain,” he started but she shook her head.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you have a way of twisting real emotion into a knot until it serves your purpose and I don’t need any more Buchanans messing with my head.”

  “Who else is messing with you?” Dillon asked, immediately protective. “What did Vince and Nolan do?”

  “Nothing. None of your business.”

  “Have they hurt you?”

  “No more than you.”

  Okay, he deserved that. He tried again. “Penny, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly, hoping she heard his earnest apology couched with the admission.

  But either she didn’t hear it or she didn’t believe him for she sent him a hard stare as she said, “You did hurt me. Worse than either of your brothers because unlike you, they never lied to me. They never used me to get back at someone else for something that happened years before I met them.”

  “No, they just used you period. I suppose that makes them the good guys?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “No, but you’re willing to stay with them aren’t you?” God, he hated how he spit the words out but he couldn’t help it. He hated the idea of Penny fucking his brothers — the thought was enough to drive him to do something reckless and stupid.