Chloe's Double Draw [King's Bluff, Wyoming] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fiona Archer

  A deep voice beckoned as a blunt fingertip stroked a lazy path along her cheek. Chloe shook her head in sleepy denial, wishing the annoying finger would vamoose and allow her to continue her slumber.

  “No, too comfy,” she grouched, wiggling her hips and burrowing deeper into her warm cocoon. Something was sliding down over her body, like a sheet—

  “Ah, little teacher, I know how to wake you up.”

  The low declaration issued close to her ear rumbled with spicy menace, ripping all thoughts of sleep far from her mind. Noah! A jolt of awareness shot through her body.

  Her eyelids flew open. Early morning light streamed through the windows, blinding her as she lay on her back. She scrubbed at her eyes and blinked. Noah to her left and Flynn to her right, wearing jeans and ah…nothing else, filled her view. Their hard bodies caged her in as she lay between them.

  Her hands curled into fists, itching to explore the abundance of bare male chests. Sculpted muscles and honey-warm skin tempted her like wrapped presents under the tree on Christmas morning.

  Time to get up and at ’em.

  Err, no. Not at them…just out of here, and yeah, she needed coffee—fast.

  Chloe cleared her throat. “Hi, guys.”

  “Hi, yourself.” Noah’s lips twitched as she licked hers. “You slept like a kitten, curled up snug and warm between us.” His fingers slid down her neck before dipping under the collar of her pajamas to caress the pulse point at the base of her throat—a point now hammering away like a startled jackrabbit. “Did you know you make noises in your sleep? They’re kind of like a cross between a kitten and a tiger.”

  “I, um, no, I didn’t.” She ground her teeth at her feeble delivery. God, now she was making noises in her sleep? “Uh, I better hop out of bed. I have a ton of things to get done today.”

  She pressed her elbows into the mattress and attempted to rise. Noah’s hand pushed down on her shoulder, holding her in place. She lifted a brow in silent question.

  “It’s early, Chloe.” The corners of Flynn’s eyes crinkled, softening his rugged features to reveal the charismatic rascal hidden underneath all that alpha male armor. “And you, sweetheart, are at our mercy.”

  The nerves in her stomach fluttered. She scrambled to keep her voice steady.

  “Ah, so instead of being white knights to my rescue, you’re the dastardly villains? What’s your evil plan? Tying me to the railroad tracks?”

  Hell, she wanted to swallow her tongue. She did not just say that!

  Noah’s deep chuckle singed her ears. “Honey, tying you up is definitely on the agenda, but not to any railway tracks.” He wiggled his brows. “Us dastardly villains don’t give away our evil plans. And for a nervous kitten like you, it all starts with some dedicated seduction.”

  Yay. Wait, no, what was she thinking?

  “Ah, wait a sec—”

  Flynn silenced her with the tips of his fingers. “Hush.”

  She blinked up at him, caught in his smoky stare. Her clit tingled awake at his deep command.

  Flynn leaned down, inches from her face. His finger traced over her bottom lip. “Time for your good-morning kiss.” He lowered his mouth, his kiss a soft caress, awakening her to his touch. Fingers tucked her hair behind her ear, then skimmed over the curve of her jaw. A tilt of his head gave him better access. His kiss deepened. He tasted of minty freshness.

  Chloe’s hands dragged up over his arms, fingers dancing over the bunched muscles of his triceps as he supported his weight. Strong. Virile. Her body’s natural recognition of Flynn’s manliness spread warmth between her legs.

  Too soon, he backed away, breaking off their kiss. Her fingers trailed down his arms and she had to fight down a pout.

  Noah reached under the hem of her pajama top. “What do you have hidden under here?”

  His fingers skimmed over her rib cage before cupping the underside of her breast. Chloe’s heart raced. Her stomach muscles clenched tight. His thumb inched higher, strumming her nipple. The tender nub drew to a diamond-hard peak. His eyes flared with apparent satisfaction at her indrawn breath.

  “I want my mouth on your skin.” Flynn’s tongue traced the hollow under her ear. Shivers of delight raced along her shoulders. Heck, did she just whimper?

  Noah caught her nipple between two fingers, gently squeezing. “We’ve just begun, sweetheart.”

  Flynn nipped her earlobe, the sharpness followed by a soothing lick. She hissed out her pleasure. The bite foreshadowed a dark promise these men had signaled from the first moment she’d laid eyes on them.

  Noah leaned down and whispered, “Give me your mouth, little one.”

  His kiss was like a hot brand, searing his ownership into her flesh. His lips pressed against hers, coaxing them apart. He thrust his tongue inside, teasing, provoking, and demanding her equal participation. She reveled in his onslaught. All she could think of was Noah and Flynn surrounding her, devouring her.

  His thumb strummed her nipple. Each flick fired an arrow of heat straight to her pussy. Her clit ached for their attention, pulsing with blood.

  She curled her fingers in each man’s hair. Wavy strands, thick, coarse, slid against her skin. Her nails scraped along their scalps. Their answering growls spiked her hunger.

  Jerking her mouth away, she broke Noah’s kiss. What the heck was she doing? Isn’t this what she was afraid of?

  “Guys, seriously, I have to go.”

  “I don’t think so, luv.” Flynn managed to undo two buttons of her pajama top before she wised up.

  “Hey, stop that!” She batted Flynn’s hand away. In a blink, he snagged her hands. Gathering them together in one hand, he pressed her wrists into the pillow above her head, forcing her breasts high and ripe for his attention. Christ, what did she do now? She knew the guys wouldn’t hurt her, but still.

  She yanked against his hold, grunting on each tug, her cheeks warm from the effort. Strong manacle-like fingers gripped her fast. Cream soaked her pussy at his effortless dominance. Hell’s bells, she was getting wet from being held down.

  “There, much better.” Flynn’s face broke into a slow smile, adding a spark of mischief to the smoky depths of his gaze. That grin was lethal. How was she supposed to fight against something like that?

  He undid the remaining buttons and swept the edges aside. Noah’s hand still cupped her breast. Both men stared, seemingly transfixed at the view before them.

  “Okay, you’ve had your fun, now let me go, huh?” Chloe cringed. That was her rounded belly splayed out before them. Twisting from the hips, she fought to turn onto her side.

  Noah laid a heavy thigh across her own, securing her hips to the mattress. He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.

  “No, Chloe, we won’t let you hide from us. Why should you? Your curves are in all the right places.” Noah moved his hand from her breast to trail the pads of his fingers across the flesh surrounding her belly button. The muscles in her stomach quivered. “So soft, I could stroke your skin all day and never get enough.” His hand returned to her breast, framing its shape within the curve of his palm. He lowered his head, his tongue circling her already hardened nipple, lapping the puckered nub. She fought it, she really did, but her throaty moan snuck out.

  Flynn’s free hand stroked the underside of her breast before rising to skim the edge of her areola. He traced the pink flesh with the care of a master sculptor.

  “You like that, baby, when Noah sucks on your nipple? Let’s both give it a try.” Warm breath hit her nipple a second before Flynn’s mouth took ownership. He suckled hard, eliciting a guttural cry she didn’t recognize as her own.

  How many times had she fantasized about lying between these two men, having her nipples sucked and teased at the same time?

  Sweet Lord, how would it feel to have their mouths on her clit—licking, sucking, and biting?

  Noah raised his head, his gaze searching her face. For a second she debated denying her arousal. Fat chance. Her short breaths and
the flush she felt creep its way from her chest up to her hairline made it impossible. The glint of approval in his eyes and the satisfied smile that spread across his features confirmed he liked what he saw.

  Cornered and on dangerous ground, her need to lash out was instinctive.

  “Don’t be too damn pleased with yourself, you cocky bastard. It’s not fair, two against one.” Her chin rose high as she went in for the kill. “What’s the matter, you SAS guys need the greater odds?”

  Noah’s face set with steely determination.

  She gulped. Man, she had a death wish.

  Flynn’s mouth released her nipple with a loud pop. His chin was set in a hard line.

  Noah leaned in, so close she could study the icy blue shards that made his eyes so striking—breathtaking, nipple hardening, clench-your-butt-cheeks striking. He gripped her chin, holding her face immobile.

  “Sweetheart, I know you’re worried, maybe a little scared, but your cute bum is going to glow red if you continue to talk that way.” Noah kept an easy hold of her chin, despite her attempts to pull away. “If you show some faith, we can help you with whatever or whoever it is that has you so scared,” Noah said.

  God, wouldn’t that be wonderful, having someone to make it all better?

  “I’ve told you before that my private life is my business.” Chloe forced the words out around the lump forming in her throat. Her attempt to wrench her arms down proved useless.

  Flynn chuckled as he brushed the back of his knuckles across her heat stained cheek. “Chloe, you might as well relax. You’re staying right here in this bed.”

  “No mercy, sweetheart.” Noah promised.

  Flynn fired the first salvo.

  His teeth grazed the tip of one nipple. Her upper body jerked off the mattress, the tender skin scorched by his touch. Oh, God, she wouldn’t last long if this was how they did battle. Her pussy was drenched, her clit swollen, throbbing, demanding attention.

  She couldn’t lie to herself. Her body fired to life under their skillful hands and mouths. However, they wanted more than sex, more than she was capable of giving. If she let things go beyond that, it would end in tears. Hers.

  “Sweetheart, can you look me in the eye and say you don’t want us to kiss, lick, and bite every inch of your body?” Flynn dipped his head and nuzzled her neck right on her soft spot. Her languid sigh made a mockery of any possible protest.

  “Dammit, that’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. I don’t wish to hurt you any more than I wish to be hurt myself. I can’t give you what you want. I’m not looking for that kind of relationship. I can’t be your woman.” Why couldn’t they see she was right?

  Noah sat back and rubbed his hand in a soothing motion across her stomach. “How would you know? You haven’t given it a try.” Reaching for the waist of her pajamas, his fingers skimmed the elastic band before tugging them and her panties down her legs in one smooth motion that left no time for complaint.

  She opened her mouth, ready to shout out her protest, but one look from Noah and the frank appraisal he didn’t bother to hide, and she snapped her lips shut.

  She wanted this, being here, with two steaming hot men whose life’s mission seemed to be giving her pleasure and taking care of her. Maybe this one time she could give in, enjoy a round of mind-blowing sex and have her moment in the sun.

  Afterwards, she’d walk away with no regrets and get on with her life. Could it be that easy?

  “You don’t plan on turning me loose?” Chloe swung her gaze between the men.

  Noah shrugged. “No. You might not want to be our woman, completely, yet. But you sure as hell want to be with us in bed.”

  Yes, she wanted them and dammit, the bastards knew it.

  “Okay…yes, I admit I want you, both of you. However, let me be clear, this is strictly for sex. I’m not agreeing to anything else but this one time, here, now.” Lord, listen to her. She was practically demanding sex.

  “If that’s all you’re prepared to give, then we’ll settle for that—for now. I warn you, luv, this is just a reprieve.” Flynn kissed her hard, giving no quarter and leaving her aching for the chance to put her arms around his neck and return his kiss with more eagerness than she had imagined possible.

  Noah ran his hand up the length of her leg, stopping at the inside of her thigh. His thumb drew circles on her flesh. Each sweep sent a tremor straight to her core. He pulled her thigh against his side, his hand inching closer to her pussy. The musky scent of her arousal filled the space between them. His eyes never left hers, his message loud and clear. You belong to us.

  “You shave your pussy, Chloe?” Flynn stared at her bare mound.

  “Wax,” she croaked.

  “Good. When my tongue licks you all over, it will feel like heaven on earth.”

  Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched. The idea of his tongue…there. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, desperate to ease her torment, but Noah refused to release his hold. Flynn grabbed her other thigh, his hand’s actions mimicking Noah’s, adding to her suffering.

  “No, little one, you don’t come until we say so.” Noah shifted to lie between her legs. He gripped her ankles in a loose hold and drew her knees up, forcing room for his broad shoulders and chest. Strong hands pressed down on the top of her inner thighs, keeping them spread wide and her pussy open for his viewing pleasure.

  “Flynn, look at this beautiful pussy, pink and shiny, just waiting for us to taste.” His hands inched closer. Fingers skimmed over her outer lips, slick with her juices.

  “I can’t wait to taste you.” Noah’s thumbs parted her inner lips, revealing her wet core. Warm air flowed over her pussy. Her nostrils filled with the fragrance of her musk.

  How long was he going to make her wait? Was this their idea, to torture her with her own need until she caved into every one of their demands? She yanked against Flynn’s grip on her wrists, growling as she sank back against the mattress.

  Cheshire cat grins spread over their faces.

  Jerks.

  Chloe lifted her head off the pillow, her eyes spearing daggers at Noah. “Dammit, why the hell do you always have to win? I’ve already said I want you, both of you, but on my terms—Oww!” Noah’s broad palm slapped the inside of her thigh. Her body bowed off the bed, the sharp sting of pain morphing into a slow burn, teasing her clit and revving her higher until her need became almost overwhelming.

  “Bastard.”

  Flynn bent down, his face blocking her view of everything but his confident features. “You don’t give the orders, Chloe. Now, you learn the meaning of trust. Give yourself to us, honey. We won’t let you fall.” He brushed strands of hair out of her eyes.

  “Flynn, this will never be more than sex. You’ve got to understand that,” she pleaded between quick breaths.

  “No more talk.” Noah’s voice resonated dominance. Her clit thrummed in response. “You don’t seem to believe all we want is to cherish you, protect you, and give you pleasure. Time to show you we mean what we say.” The natural confidence he radiated reinforced his authority. Her channel tightened.

  With infinite gentleness, one slickened finger stroked through her folds. Chloe sucked in a breath. The muscles in her thighs clenched. He circled her clit, careful to avoid the swollen bundle of nerves before trailing his finger down to rim her opening. He repeated the pattern, letting her become accustomed to his touch.

  The urge to wiggle her hips and force his finger deeper was driving her insane. Held fast against the mattress, she was helpless. Her body belonged to them to play with as they wished.

  Flynn used his free hand to massage her breasts, giving a gentle squeeze. The firmness of his grip revved her feeling of helplessness, gunning her desire higher. Noah’s hands spread her pussy. He used the flat of his tongue to lick her folds yet denied any relief to her aching clit. Her toes curled and she dug her heels into the mattress. She wanted to scream. Her hands, imprisoned high above her head, gripped each other
so hard she was sure her knuckles had turned white.

  Noah raised his head to stare at her with a fierce possessiveness. She held her breath. I will not look away.

  With deliberate care, he swiped his tongue over his mouth, tasting her essence. For a second, his eyes closed as he groaned in apparent bliss. “Fuck, sweetheart, you taste as good as I’d imagined. Flynn, you’ll love eating this pussy.”

  “Take your chance while you can. I plan on feasting on our baby.” Flynn looked on as Noah dipped his head and took a long, languid lick along the outer lips of her pussy. She shuddered under his assault. “Look at Noah, Chloe. See how much he’s enjoying your taste, your scent?”

  Chloe stared down her body to see the crown of Noah’s head buried deep between her legs. The image was so…primal.

  Flynn reached down and skimmed his fingers over the top of her mound. He lifted his hand to her breast and dabbed her own juices onto her nipple before rolling the bud between his finger and thumb. The decadence of his act and the pain/pleasure he conjured was overwhelming.

  “Oh, God, Flynn…too much,” she cried.

  Releasing her nipple, his hand cupped her chin, his fingers cool against the hot skin of her face. “You can handle it.” Flynn soothed. “Let yourself go. Surrender.”

  The first lash of Noah’s tongue against her clit would have sent her soaring off the bed but for the pressure of his forearms on her thighs. His tongue danced featherlight over the hood of her clit, teasing her with the promise of orgasm.

  She whimpered. Arching her back, she tried to force her clit closer to his mouth. His hold was too strong. She teetered on the edge between torment and release.

  Her curse died on her lips when his tongue poked deep inside her opening. His growl of enjoyment vibrated against her skin, launching a current of tiny drumbeats straight to her clit.

  Flynn tweaked her nipples, rolling and pinching each nub, pushing her close to the limit of what she could endure without pleading for mercy. Closing her eyes, she sucked in more air. Her body was on fire, each nerve ending a hot ember, ready to spark.

  They’d stripped away her control, leaving her vulnerable, held down, and wanting them with a ferocity that terrified her. Scrunching up her courage, she stared at Flynn.