“What is it, Samantha?” Dylan asked softly. “You can tell us. There’s no judgment here.”
“It’s wonderful, but I’m not sure I can stay here alone. In the hospital, they gave me something to help me sleep, which stopped the nightmares. But every time I close my eyes – even if it’s just for a moment – I hear his voice in my ear. I’m afraid of waking up alone from a nightmare.”
“What can we do to help?”
“Help me forget, even if it’s just for a while. I need to push out the bad memories of him with some good memories.”
She looked up at Dylan, then to Jacob, and suddenly her meaning was clear.
“Are you sure?” Jacob asked. “We can just sit here with you until you fall to sleep.”
“I’m sure. I want to feel alive again; to feel an adrenaline rush because I’m living, not because my life hangs in the balance. I still feel as wound up as the day Grant died. I need to let that go, and I need your help.”
Dylan smiled at her, his expression tender and loving.
“I don’t know about Jacob, but I sure can’t say no to that face.”
He kissed her, gently at first, then more urgently when her tongue plunged into his mouth, exploring the heat and sweetness. She felt like it had been a lifetime since she tasted his lips, even though it hadn’t even been a month. He felt familiar, and in his arms, she just felt right.
When he finally released her, she was gasping for air, laughing softly with the pure joy of it.
“I’ve missed that,” Dylan said.
“Me, too,” she replied.
She rested her head on his chest, loving the feel of his rapid pulse against her ear. She heard a soft rustling and the bedroom door click shut. Looking up, she noticed that Jacob wasn’t in the room.
“Where did Jacob go?”
“He’ll be back later. We’d like to spend some one on one time with you, if that’s alright. That way, one of us will always be here with you and you don’t have to worry about being alone.”
“That actually sounds wonderful. Not that I don’t like a good threesome,” she hurriedly added, “but sometimes it’s nice to just focus on one tiger in bed at a time.”
“That’s what we were thinking. Plus, we both have our own style of pleasuring a woman, and that kind of gets lost when we’re sharing you.”
“It sounds like you guys have really thought this through.”
“It’s been discussed.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t really read each other’s minds when you were in human form.”
“Who said that we just decided this?” he asked, raising his eyebrow and smiling mischievously at her.
“You two are horrible,” she laughed.
“I hope that’s a good kind of horrible.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her quickly on the cheek.
“It’s the best kind of horrible.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
CHAPTER 16
Dylan held her gently, kissing her hungrily, large hand splayed over her waist. She leaned into him heavily, her body thrumming with heat that started building from the moment she’d noticed that Jacob had left the room.
“I don’t want to push you too fast.”
“I need to forget, Dylan. Make love to me. Help me find myself again. I need to get rid of this fear and doubt that is trying to destroy me.”
He pulled her against him again, his arms wrapped so tightly around her that she was locked into place. He slid his knee between hers, pulling her more roughly against him, rubbing her heat through her jeans with his leg.
She pulled away, but only for a moment. Her blouse came up over her head and landed unceremoniously on the floor in a heap of loose fabric. Her lacy bra and panties were the same shade of jade green as her eyes. Dylan ran his finger under the strap, smiling when he exposed a small section of her soft breast.
“I like this,” he said.
“You should. You picked it out to bring to me.”
“I have good taste.”
Dylan’s hands went to her round breasts, holding the weight of them in his hands for a moment before squeezing them a little roughly. He pulled her bra to the side and one large, round breast popped out and into his hand. He rubbed his rough thumb over her exposed nipple before his head dipped and he pulled that taut, tiny pebble into his hot mouth.
Samantha’s head fell back and she moaned softly. Dylan went for her exposed neck, trailing warm kisses down her flesh as he continued to play with her other breast through the fabric of her lacy bra.
Samantha’s hands tore at his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his jeans and shoving it over his head. He broke contact for an instant, diving hungrily for her when the shirt made its way over his head. His hand squeezed her exposed breast as he kissed her neck and the tender spot right behind her ear.
“Oh wow.”
“Does that feel good?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
Dylan’s strong hands slid over her torso and down her back, unclasping her bra and releasing her. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and Dylan couldn’t resist taking the second one in his mouth while his hands ran down her back and over her waist. He tugged, pulling back and holding her nipple between his teeth until he finally let go, drawing a gasp out of her.
Reaching down, he cupped her round ass and pulled her up off the ground. Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, her bare chest squashed against his.
He held her in his strong arms, walking over to the bed and setting her down gently. He slid her jeans down her hips and flung them to the floor, leaving only her panties between him and the heat of her. His hands were trembling with his need as he caressed her.
“You are so very beautiful, Samantha.”
He wrapped his finger in a thick tendril of curly brown hair and leaned down, capturing her lips with his and kissing her passionately.
She lifted her hips off the bed, pressing against him with need. He laughed softly, sitting up so he could admire her.
She was lying in the center of the bed in only her lacy thong panties, thick, curly hair spread around her face, eyes closed, biting her lip against the need that had been building within her for almost a week.
Dylan stepped out of his pants and he smiled at Samantha when he caught her opening her eyes long enough to take in the sight of his rigid manhood.
“You don’t have to be shy. I like it when you look at me.”
Samantha blushed, still feeling a little shy even though she knew it was foolish. She reached out for his manhood, but Dylan wasn’t ready for her just yet. He’d been longing to hold her all day, and he wasn’t in a hurry to rush through the pleasure.
He slid her panties down her legs, casting them off and pushing her legs open so he could see her. His fingers went to work, stroking her gently. The movement reminded her of that day in the hidden pool and she longed for that moment again, one twin holding her tightly while another tortured her lovingly. She’d loved that feeling of being at their mercy.
Dylan’s fingers slid inside her, curling up and stroking her with maddening precision. Her hands grabbed at the sheets beneath her with wild abandon as he stroked her and explored her. The sensation was almost too much, and Samantha pushed at Dylan’s hand even as she moaned with pleasure.
She opened her eyes and looked at Dylan, but he was focused on his work, getting to know her so intimately that she blushed furiously.
He moved back up to her nipples, his fingers still inside her, though they didn’t move. She squeezed his fingers, silently begging him to bring her that release she so desperately needed. He smiled at her, shaking his head and ignoring her pleas as he pulled her erect nipple into his mouth.
He sucked roughly, tugging now and then, humming when she gasped in pleasure. His lips vibrated against her tender flesh, the pleasure so great she struggled to keep from thrashing about beneath his touch.
He went after the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. Samantha shifted and moaned beneath him, sheets bundled up in her hands as she held on for dear life.
Dylan took his time, moving back and forth between her two breasts, free hand slowly working its way inside the heat between her legs. Samantha was oblivious to where the pleasure was coming from, head thrown back into the mattress, eyes shut tight and lip bit between her teeth.
He knew she was more than ready, her pleading moans at his touch driving the point home. He moved so that he was on top of her, watching her closely as he slid inside of her.
He moved slowly, starting shallow and giving her body time to adjust before he pushed deeper. The heat surrounding him was almost painful, her body wrapping around him tightly as he began to thrust slowly against her.
She opened her eyes, gaze locked with his as her pushed into her. Her body stretched around him under he was able to burying himself completely in her depths.
Her breathing became more rapid as his thrusts matched her frantic movements. She writhed and bucked beneath him, body shuddering with need while he moved inside her. She was on the brink of orgasm, face tense, desperate for release.
She wrapped her legs around Dylan’s hips, pulling him impossibly deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he rolled, shifting so that she was on top.
Samantha smiled, bearing down on his rigid length and riding him hard. He watched her as she drew her pleasure from him, her hips moving faster than before. He grabbed her breasts as the bounced along with her movements, holding them fast and roughly raking his thumbs of her tender flesh.
All at once, she threw her head back, screaming out his name at the ceiling and convulsing around him. Dylan let go of the last bit of control he had, spilling into her and joining her in the sea of pleasure.
Dylan watched her even as the orgasm overtook him and slammed through him with so much force that he struggled to stay focused. But he couldn’t take his eyes off Samantha. Her hair flew around her face, which was filled with pure joy and a wild abandon that he had missed so much.
She collapsed in a heap on top of him, pulse pounding, gasping for air and laughing softly. Dylan held her close, wrapping his arms around her and settling in so that she could rest. It was only a few minutes before her even breathing said that she was asleep, her sweet face slack and unbothered.
He held her like that for more than an hour before he fell to sleep himself, head rested against hers, arms still holding her tight and keeping her safe.
***
Samantha woke up hours later, surprised to see that it was still light outside. But the light was fading, and it was surely almost dinnertime.
She rolled over, surprised that he was awake beside her.
“You’re still here?” she asked.
He smiled, and a single dimple pulled at his cheek.
“Never mind, Jacob,” she said, smiling at the shocked expression. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to know you talk in your sleep,” he teased.
“And what do I say in my sleep?”
He laughed, but he didn’t answer.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He grabbed her playfully, rolling onto his back and sliding her against his already erect shaft.
“Looks like you’re already ready,” Samantha said, hand trailing down his body and wrapping around him.
She squeezed, sliding her hand up and down his shaft, her eyes locked with his as she teased him.
“You’re playing with fire, woman.”
“Then show me what it’s like to get burned.”
He smiled, hand dipping into her hair and holding tight. He pulled her to him, lips capturing hers, rolling on top of her so that she was pinned beneath him.
She opened her legs, the heat already radiating from her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m already worked up enough. Please, take me. I’ve waited too long.”
Jacob chuckled, prolonging her misery and ignoring her desperation.
“It’s only been two hours.”
“Since I had Dylan. It’s been a lifetime since I’ve had you.”
“Ah hell,” he said, her words too much.
He slid inside her, taking his time and letting her body adjust to him. She wasn’t quite ready, but the sensation was pleasurable, and the look on her face made it clear that she felt the same way.
He moved inside her, hovering inches above her so that her body was pressed against him but she wasn’t supporting his weight. She was moaning within minutes, her body quickly catching up with them.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him so roughly that he had no choice but to go deeper. Her orgasm came so quickly that he wasn’t prepared. She arched her back, lifting him up with the force of her movements. Her teeth connected with his shoulder and she held on, using him to quiet the scream that was tearing through her.
She bucked beneath him, writhing uncontrollably, her screams dying down to a mere whimper.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered in her ear, bearing down with his hips and continuing to ride her even as her body shuddered.
She tried to speak, but the words fell away. He covered her mouth with his, thrusting in an easy rhythm. Samantha’s nerves were on fire, and she thought she couldn’t take another moment. But her head was spinning with pleasure and before she knew it, her body was ramping up again.
The heat built faster this time, and she was soon locked in the bonds of pleasure, choking on her ragged breath and moaning against him.
“Look at me,” Jacob said.
Samantha tried, but her body was on the brink of climaxing again, and her muddled thoughts were making it hard to concentrate. Jacob took his hand and gently turned her head towards him, his other hand bearing all his weight. He never broke his rhythm, and he forced her to keep her gaze steady.
“I want to watch you,” he said. “I want to do this together.”
“I can’t,” she said, the pleasure overwhelming her once again.
“You can. Just look at me and feel. Feel your body around me, how you stretch to welcome me, even when you’re not ready. I love how you feel around me, Samantha. I love you.”
Her eyes locked on his, but his orgasm had finally washed over him. Samantha joined him over the edge, this time unable to muffle her screams as they tore from her throat.
Jacob kissed her hungrily, holding her mouth in his as he drew the last bits of passion out of her. They fell onto the bed, both spent and exhausted by their lovemaking.
Jacob rolled out of bed, leaving Samantha to bask in the afterglow, wondering if his I love you had been genuine or brought on in the throes of passion. She heard the water turn on and scowled. At least Dylan had snuggled with her afterwards.
She rolled over onto her side, still tired enough to fall asleep and a little irritated that he’d declared his love and then left her alone in bed.
She was starting to doze off when strong arms lifted her off the bed. Jacob carried her into the bathroom, lowering her into the large tub. Fragrant bubbles filled the space, the jets causing more of them than a regular bubble bath. The water was warm, but not too hot, the jets positioned in all the right places to work the stiffness out of her tired muscles.
Jacob poured scented gel into his hands, working it into a lather and running his hands over her breasts. She giggled, giving him a stern look.
“Any excuse to touch the goods, right?”
“You’ve got me pegged. Anytime your breasts need a helping hand, I’ll be there.”
“Good to know. Are you going to get in?”
Jacob slipped into the water, getting behind Samantha and wrapping her in his arms. She leaned against his chest, head tucked under his chin, feeling like all
was right in the world.
“At the risk of ruining this perfect moment, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, though ruining perfect moments is usually my thing.”
“Funny. I’m being serious though.”
“Alright, what’s up?”
“When you said ‘I love you’, did you mean it?”
Jacob stopped himself before he groaned aloud. Damn his big mouth, he hadn’t meant to let that slip. But it had and there was no turning back after that. He had hoped she didn’t hear it, but the damage was done now, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He took a deep breath, trying to choose his words wisely so that he didn’t run her off.
“I meant it,” he said, holding his breath for a second before he continued. “Listen, Samantha, I know that you got into this with the intention of it being a no strings attached thing, and I’m not going to be mad if you want to keep it that way.
“But the truth is, I adore you. That time we spent without you, all I could think about was that day in the meadow and how perfect life with you was. I wanted to go back to that day and never leave. “It took me a few days to figure it out, but I realized then that my feelings were deeper than just sex. And I’m not talking about just friendship, though I hope if I’ve just ruined everything that you’ll considering staying friends-”
Samantha turned around on his lap, holding a finger to his lip to stop the words that were tumbling nonstop from his mouth.
“Stop, Jacob. Please.”
“I’m so sorry, Samantha.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“What?”
“I said don’t be sorry. I’ve loved you, both of you since that day in the meadow, too. That’s why I spent half the time elated and the other half dreading goodbye.”
“Is that why you were acting like that? We thought that you were put off by us. You know, that we came on much too strong and you were overwhelmed.”
“Not even close. Jacob, does Dylan feel this way too?”
“Dylan figured his heart out before I did.”
“Then why didn’t you guys tell me? I’ve been in agony all this time, trying to find a way to control my heart so that it didn’t get broken.”
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