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by Leah Brooke


  She took off his hat and tossed it onto the table. “No one’s ever talked to me that way before.”

  The tingling in her clit had her wiggling against him. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

  Carson carried her through the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom, the gleam in his eyes making her breath hitch. “Nothing yet, but just wait until I get you out of your clothes.”

  He took his mouth with his in a searing kiss that curled her toes inside her boots.

  His kiss, more forceful than Sam’s, stole her breath and ignited fires in every erogenous zone.

  Lowering her to the bed, he broke off his kiss to stare down at her. “Damn, woman. I want you.” He covered her body with his. “Are you telling me that no one’s ever used their mouth on you? That you’ve never used your mouth on anyone else?”

  Deanna’s face burned, and she tried to look away, but Carson gripped her chin, not allowing it. “No. Jimmy just liked…regular.”

  Carson groaned. “No more talk about him.” He took off her hat and tossed it aside at the same time she tossed her gloves in the same direction. “What’s between us is far from regular.”

  He got up and began stripping out of his coat, revealing the gun belt she’d all but forgotten about. Lifting one of her legs and then the other, he stripped her boots off. “We’ve both got too many clothes on.”

  Scrambling to her knees, Deanna smiled and unzipped her coat. “It’s been a long time since I saw someone wearing a gun belt. I’d forgotten.”

  Carson tossed his coat and hers aside and sat down to remove his boots. “We don’t wear guns around Casey.”

  After stripping out of his button-down shirt, Carson reached for her again, stripping her out of her sweater. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. You and Casey are safe as can be here.”

  Propped on an elbow, he eased her to her back again and removed her bra. “At least you’re safe in some aspects. In this…” Bending, he touched his lips to her nipple. “You appear to be in a whole lot of trouble.”

  Running her fingers through his overlong silky hair, hair so black that it gleamed with blue highlights, Deanna couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not scared of you.”

  Something flared in his eyes, but it was gone before she could identify it. “No?” He ran his callused thumb back and forth over her nipple, his eyes searching. “You sure about that?”

  With a moan of pleasure, she arched, pleased that the movement didn’t hurt her ribs. Sliding his hair back, she cupped his jaw, looking directly into his eyes. “I’m positive, but you just needed me to admit that out loud, didn’t you?”

  Carson’s lips twitched. “Maybe. Actions speak louder than words, though, and you’re getting more comfortable every day you’re here.”

  Feeling brazen and safe in his arms, Deanna smiled. “When I’m with you or Sam, I’m never scared. Hell, you’re even bigger and stronger than Jimmy, but your strength makes me feel safe.”

  “Good, because both of us would die to keep you safe.”

  Deanna fought to keep her smile in place, touched at his words but unable to believe him.

  She pulled him down to touch her lips to his, her pussy clenching with the need for his possession. “For the first time in a long time, I understand what other women talked about.” She slid a hand over a chest that appeared even broader and more muscular bare. “I don’t know a whole lot about this or what to do, but I’m eager to learn. Are you gonna show me more?”

  Carson grinned and reached for the waistband of her sweatpants. “Yes, ma’am.”

  He stripped them and her panties off of her and, to her surprise, took her hands in his, kissing one palm and then the other. “First, I want a kiss.”

  Although he smiled teasingly, the serious glint in his dark eyes kept her from teasing him the way she wanted to.

  Held against him, she looked into his eyes, the warmth in them and the tenderness in his hold filling her with a sense of feminine power—a power she’d never experienced before.

  For the first time she felt needed.

  Not for what she could do for him but for herself.

  Sliding her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down, a gasp escaping at the feel of his bare chest against her breasts.

  Deanna braced herself for his devastating kiss, a moan escaping when he touched his lips lightly to hers, running his tongue over her bottom lip before applying a light pressure.

  Stunned by the delicious shivers of delight racing through her, Deanna stiffened and then melted against him.

  Suffused with warmth, Deanna parted her lips, desperate for more.

  He tasted of coffee and warm male, the strength of his arms holding her in sharp contrast to the gentleness of his kiss.

  His hand at the back of her head held her in place as he slowly deepened his kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers.

  His kiss—a combination of tenderness and heat—proved too mind-numbing to resist.

  He held her—kissed her—as if she was something precious to him, both wanted and cherished.

  It had been so long since she’d felt either, and it had never been so intense.

  She kissed him back, lifting her hand to his hair and tangling her fingers in it to pull him closer.

  The hunger for intimacy proved more than she could handle, bringing to light what she’d missed in her life.

  A whimper escaped, tears stinging her eyes at the rush of warmth that made every erogenous zone tingle before settling around her heart.

  Carson slowly lifted his head, staring down at her with a combination of need and concern. “You okay?”

  Deanna swallowed heavily, surprised that she had to fight to get her breathing under control. “Carson. Please! I ache.”

  Running his hand down her body, he groaned again. “I was right about you.”

  Sucking in a breath when he lifted her and repositioned her on the bed, Deanna lifted to help him remove her panties, her legs trembling. “What about me?”

  Spreading her thighs, he settled between them, nuzzling her breasts before his lips and tongue worked their way down her body. “Every taste just makes me want you more. There’s a lot of passion inside you.”

  He ran his tongue over her nipple and down the center of her body, dipping it into her belly button. “Untapped passion. Makes me crazy. I want to explore every one of those passions.”

  His lips moved lower, caressing her abdomen as he parted her thighs and braced them on his shoulders. “I’m gonna make you every bit as crazy as you make me.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Deanna sucked in a breath when Sam appeared in the doorway, gripping the bedding with a moan when Carson kissed her inner thigh.

  “Sam!”

  He’d already removed his hat, coat, and gloves and paused to remove his gun belt before moving closer. “If that ain’t a pretty sight.”

  Bracing his fists on the bed, he bent over her, taking her lips with his.

  Lifting her arms to circle his neck, Deanna let her eyes close, gripping Sam tighter when Carson slid his hands under her and lifted her as he lowered his mouth to her slit.

  The raw sexuality of Carson’s mouth on her and the incredible pleasure had her writhing frantically against Sam.

  Lifting his head, Sam stared down at her, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them. “If anything hurts your ribs or wrist, I want you to speak up.”

  Deanna cried out at the sharp pleasure in her clit, the sensation so intense that she kicked her legs and tried to move away. “God! It’s too much!”

  The heat grew, burning for several heart-pounding seconds before erupting in a shimmering heat that spread throughout her body in a rush.

  Leaning over her, Sam smiled and ran a heavily callused hand lightly over her breast, the friction against her nipple drawing a gasp from her.

  Her entire body trembled with the pleasure still coursing through it—pleasure that left her senses ree

ling.

  She felt every inch of her body in a way she never had before and found herself filled with a vulnerability that had nothing to do with fear of being hurt—at least not physically.

  Instinctively closing her legs when Carson moved away, she started to curl into a ball and somehow found herself in Sam’s arms, his hot hands and Carson’s moving over her.

  “You’re okay, baby.” Sam rocked her, speaking to her in a low voice filled with affection. “Not used to losing yourself, are you?”

  Curled against him, Deanna looked down to see Carson rubbing her legs, his eyes darkened to nearly black. “Not sure I like it.”

  Carson grinned and slid to sit behind her, bending to touch his lips to her naked shoulder. “You like it.”

  Sliding his hand over her bottom, he chuckled softly. “You’re gonna like it even more once you realize that you’re safe with us.”

  Grimacing, Deanna looked up at Sam. “I already told him that I feel safe with both of you.”

  With a faint smile, Sam ran his hand down her body, pushing his hand between her thighs and slipping a finger into her pussy. “Up to a point. A woman can’t help but feel a little vulnerable when she’s in bed with a man. Having two in your bed has to make that even more pronounced.”

  Bending, he touched his lips to hers, moving his finger inside her. “You seem to be completely surprised by the pleasure, but that won’t always be the case. Once you become accustomed to it, you won’t feel so vulnerable.”

  Deanna spread her thighs wider to give him better access. “Show me.”

  Sam smiled, his eyes flaring with heat. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Carson slipped from behind her and rose. “Did you bring everything?”

  “Coat pocket.” Sam rolled her to her back, still moving his finger inside her, and bent, taking her mouth with his.

  He kissed her with a possessiveness and held her with a firmness that left her in no doubt that he was in control.

  The hand beneath her neck kept her in position for his kiss—a kiss that he deepened in slow increments by applying a light pressure that compelled her to part her lips even wider.

  At the same time, he moved the hand between her thighs, parting them wider.

  Where Carson teased, Sam took, but both urged her to give more with every breath.

  As if to emphasize his possessiveness, Sam lifted his head, bending to close his lips over her nipple and sucking gently before lifting his head to stare down at her again. “You’re ours.”

  Deanna moaned and lifted into his slow strokes into her. “Yes. For now.”

  The hand at the back of her neck tightened as he pushed his finger deep, caressing the inner walls of her pussy as if he owned it.

  His eyes narrowed, and he appeared to weigh his words carefully. “It’s a start. We’ll build on that.”

  He bent to brush his lips over hers again, nipping lightly. “We’re just gonna have to do whatever it takes to get you to stay.”

  The bed dipped as Carson stretched out on her other side. “Let’s do this. I want her to know that she belongs to both of us.”

  “Do what? Oh!”

  Sam withdrew and rose, and chilled. Deanna reached for him. The chill didn’t last, the heat in Sam’s eyes and the warmth of Carson’s body pressing against her from behind heating her all over again.

  She heard what sounded like a cap closing and tried to turn toward him, but he slid an arm beneath her, closing a hand on her breast and pulling her back against him.

  “You’re fine right where you are.”

  Watching Sam undress, Deanna gulped at the sight of his naked body moving closer again, rolling a condom over his long, thick cock. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  Sam smiled and lowered himself to the bed again, lifting her top leg to prop it on his muscular thigh while bending to use his tongue on her nipple. “We want you to trust us and just feel. Careful with her, Carson.”

  Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes, the palm of his hand covering her mound while he slipped a finger into her pussy. “She’ll buck, but I’ve got her.”

  Deanna didn’t understand what he meant, too focused on Carson’s caress of her breast and the finger Sam moved inside her to care.

  Carson’s attention to her nipples while he focused his attention on a sensitive spot on her neck had her writhing against him and clenching on the finger Sam moved slowly inside her.

  She found herself rocking her hips, pressing her leg against the one Sam used to hold hers parted, the need for friction on her clit driving her mad.

  The feel of a slippery finger pressing against her puckered opening had her squirming even more. “Carson!”

  Mortified that he’d touched the wrong place, Deanna stiffened. “I think—”

  Carson nipped her earlobe. “Don’t think. Sam and I are going to take you together.”

  Embarrassed when his finger eased past the tight ring of muscle and into her, Deanna squeezed her eyes closed and pressed her face against Sam’s chest, fighting to hide such decadent pleasure.

  Sam flicked his thumb over her clit, sliding his hand through her hair and holding her against him. “There’s nothing to be shy about, baby.”

  Shivering, Deanna allowed Sam to tilt her head back, moaning when he took her lips with his again.

  She would never have dreamed that having her bottom breached could be so sexual.

  She didn’t know she was the type of woman who could enjoy such a thing, but soon she found herself lost in a ravenous hunger that had her breathing harshly and clinging desperately to Sam.

  She needed to be filled and started to fantasize about having her bottom filled with Carson’s cock, the awareness there so intense that she couldn’t hold back her cries.

  Distantly aware of Sam and Carson speaking to both her and each other in low tones, Deanna moaned and rocked her hips, desperate to speed their thrusts.

  Sam sipped at her lips. “That’s it, baby. Damn, you’re hot.”

  “Hot? My cock’s throbbing at the way she’s clamping down on my finger.” Carson groaned and deepened his thrusts. “She so fucking tight. Jesus. I can only imagine how she’s gonna react when we’re both inside her.”

  “Hmm.” Sam lifted his head, flicking his thumb over her clit again. “She’s rocking. Slow and easy, Carson.”

  “You think I don’t know how to take our woman?”

  “This is too damned important, and we both want her too much.” Sam slid his finger free and gathered her against him. “Give her to me.”

  Sam rolled her to her back, giving her the opportunity to see that Carson had risen to his knees, his eyes narrowed and steady on hers as he ripped a condom open with his teeth.

  Using his powerful thighs to push hers wide, Sam covered her body with his and began to slowly enter her. “Nice and slow, baby.”

  With a moan, Deanna lifted into him, the pressure and friction against her sensitized inner walls increasing her need for more.

  “God! I love how it feels to be with you. Please! I ache so much.” Lifting her hands, she cupped his jaw. “Please. You make it feel so good.”

  Sam groaned and began to move, his slow, steady thrusts taking him deeper. “I don’t want to hurt you. Scare you.”

  “You don’t. Please. I need to feel this.” Loving the passion and the affection, Deanna found herself sinking deeper into the pleasure. “I need to feel special. Wanted. Please.”

  Sam groaned and sank deep, gathering her against him and rolling to his back, his arms going around her. “Hell, woman, I can’t resist you.”

  With a hand at her lower back and the other at the back of her neck, Sam held her firmly against him, resisting her efforts to sit up and move. “Easy, baby.”

  “I need to move. Show me. Teach me how to do this.” Lifting her head as far as his hold allowed, she moaned. “I’ve never been on top before.”

  Carson slid a slick finger into her bottom again, making her jolt. “Ever been fucked
in the ass?”

  Deanna shivered, gripping Sam’s shoulders to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations. “God!” Pressing her face against Sam’s chest, she trembled helplessly, the dual invasion so mind-numbing that she found herself drifting into a world of pleasure.

  Sam’s cock jumped inside her, his groans harsher as he moved her slowly on his cock. “Hurry up, Carson. She’s already clenching.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” Carson’s rough voice added to the feel of being wanted, adding yet another layer to the otherworldly feel of living a fantasy.

  “Two fingers.” Carson slid his finger free. “More lube, baby.”

  Deanna cried out at the cold, struggling to move faster on Sam’s cock, each movement creating a delicious friction on her nipples. “Please.”

  “Stop begging.” Sam gathered her close, running his hand down her back. “You’re gonna get what you need, but we need to take it slowly. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

  Deanna gasped when Carson slid his fingers deeper, the full, stretched feeling making her puckered opening burn while the awareness in her bottom had her pushing back to take his fingers deeper. “Oh! It burns.”

  Carson groaned. “I know, baby. Easy.”

  “No. Please. I need more.” She fought to sit up, her pussy clenching on Sam’s cock as the need became unbearable.

  Carson moved his fingers more firmly inside her, spreading them and firmly caressing the inner walls of her ass. “You’re gonna get more. Christ, she keeps pushing back against me.”

  He withdrew his fingers in a rush, leaving her feeling bereft and desperate. “Hold her.”

  The hand at her lower back firmed, and the hand at the back of her neck tilted her head in a way that allowed him to see her face. “I’ve got her. Easy.”

  Carson groaned harshly and poised the head of his cock against her puckered opening, his hands closing on her hips. “Don’t tighten up, baby. Come on. You’ve been shaking that ass at me for the past ten minutes. You’re not gonna keep me out now.”

  His teasing and the hunger in his tone gave her a sense of freedom that she hadn’t felt in a long time, but it was the pleasure and promise of more that controlled her.

 
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