Adams, Eve - The Banished Bride [Brides of Bachelor Bay 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Perfect.” Noah walked over to the bed and took a seat to remove his shoes. Amelia stood frozen as she watched Noah undress until he had on nothing more than his drawers and unfastened shirt.

Her mouth went dry, and she swallowed thickly.

“Sweet Amelia,” Andrew whispered, now behind her, startling her with the way his lips rested against her bare neck. A river of chills washed up her spine when he spiked his tongue and ran it up her skin until he found the tender spot behind her ear and attacked.

She tilted her head to allow him better access and closed her eyes.

She let out a shaky breath as he trailed his blistering kisses along her jaw, turning her to face him. What she saw shocked her and ripped the air from her lungs.

Andrew’s blue eyes had darkened to almost black. His sheer presence consumed her with an uncomfortable heat. It prickled her skin and made her sinfully aware of the bulge of his erection between his legs.

And then he kissed her. No, he didn’t just kiss her. He consumed her, nipping at her lips and stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands slid up and down her back with purpose, working the buttons of her dress and giving her a chance to take a full breath for the first time since she had her sister fasten her into it.

She was so grateful to be able to breathe she didn’t realize Andrew had started to slide her dress off until Noah stood up from the bed and moved to her side and pulled one sleeve down while Andrew pulled the other.

Next came the corset, which she’d pulled so tight it hurt. It took her using both hands to strap herself into the corset and give her the hourglass figure she used to her advantage while flirting with all the men.

Now the corset only annoyed her. It was yet another barrier between her skin and her men. Noah released the leather straps and loosened the corset slowly, driving her mad with anticipation.

Noah gave her a playful bite at her ear and followed it with a soothing lick. He pulled the corset off and tossed it aside. Andrew hooked the straps of her pantaloons and pulled them off her shoulders. She threw her hands up to cover her breasts when he almost had the material off her chest.

Andrew stopped and looked at her, concern mixing with the lust clouding his gaze. “What is it?”

This could be her husband, the man she would promise to spend the rest of her days with. She then looked to Noah and snapped her brow into a frown. He could also be her husband.

How could she possibly choose? What role would the other play in her life after she married his brother? Was he merely a partner to her behind closed doors only?

She didn’t want that. If she did this, she’d be bound to them both in every sense of the word. Although she loved to flirt, she’d never give herself to a man—or men—she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with. Since she believed she’d never marry, she’d come to the conclusion that she’d take her virginity to the grave with her.

But now, faced with these two men, she had never wanted to give herself to anyone more.

She darted her worried gaze between the two men. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream. I won’t awake in the morning without you both by my side.”

“If you marry me you’ll never wake alone again.” Noah winked and flashed her a grin.

She looked at Andrew, saw the way he frowned and dropped his gaze, and she reached up to touch his face. He looked at her with regret, and she felt it clean to her soul. She knew he couldn’t promise something like that, not with him traveling to San Francisco so much for the family business.

Andrew carefully replaced the straps of her pantaloons and then took her hands in his as he held her captive in his intense gaze. “I can promise you that my love for you will never falter. It will never die. It will only grow, and when we are all old and gray, I will still want to hold your hand.”

Her lips parted at his declaration. He meant every word of it. She saw it in the intensity of his gaze. She shuddered as her breath caught and hot liquid flooded down her channel, drenching the fabric between her legs.

Something changed in him the instant he spoke that vow to her. He seemed more dominant, yet gentle. Warm. Inviting.

Fighting to breathe, to make sense of the whirlwind of arousal attacking her body and tightening her nipples, she then turned to Noah. She stared up into his brown eyes, searching for the sincerity she saw in Andrew’s.

“And you?”

“I’m yours,” Noah stated, matter-of-factly.

Two words, so much meaning. With a single nod, she lowered her arms to allow Andrew to remove the rest of her clothes.

No sooner did she gesture than Andrew’s lips were once again on hers, possessing her. She felt the straps of her pantaloons fall from her shoulders. While Noah worked to remove her undergarments, she wrapped her arms around Andrew and wiggled closer to him.

“I’ve always been yours, Amelia.” Noah slipped behind her, the coarse hairs on his chest brushing up against the skin of her back and setting her flesh ablaze. He buried his face against her neck as Andrew stepped back, his gaze roaming all over her now-naked body.

“As have I,” Andrew said, his expression dark, his need clear.

She wanted this, more than anything. Her body cried for his touch, for him to love her as Noah had and beyond. This seemed too good to be true, standing here, about to be loved by the two men she’d wanted since Lizzie married into the family.

“Please, Amelia. Love us in return,” Noah then asked, “Do you want to love us?”

“And
only
us?” Andrew added.

Too weak to speak, Amelia simply nodded.

“Do you suppose a nod will suffice?”

“No,” Andrew answered, his gaze still on Amelia. “A nod will not. Amelia, speak your answer, if you will.”

She did not appreciate his tone. No man ordered her to do anything. “I most certainly will not.”

Andrew’s blue gaze narrowed as his expression hardened. “Speak your answer or you will be punished.”

Amelia answered him with a mocking lift of her brow.

“Are you denying me?”

Was she? She’d thought so—until he looked at her with so much hunger darkening his gaze that she didn’t know whether to suck in a breath or let it out.

“Yes,” she whispered and swallowed thickly.

“And which question was that in regards to?” Andrew circled behind her and ran his finger along the curve of her hips.

“One guess.”

“A hard one to tame.” Noah moaned and brushed his lips across her shoulder. Delicious chills attacked her skin and raced up her spine.

She should feel fear for having two men intent on taking her, making her their bride in every sense of the word. So many feelings pulsed inside her—anticipation, passion, lust—but not fear.

“Are you saying you want us both as your husbands?” Noah ran his hands up and down her bare arms.

She’d never wanted anything more. “I do.”

Andrew and Noah exchanged looks.

“I do believe she just gave us her answer, brother.” Andrew cupped her face in his hands and stared intently into her heavily lidded gaze. “Our bride, let us give you more pleasure than you can possibly imagine. Us, together, will be the only way we will love you. It’s the three of us together or nothing at all.”

“At the same time?” The quiver in her voice gave away the fear she now felt mixing with her other emotions. She had no idea marrying to two men meant taking them to her bed at the same time. How would she be able to manage pleasing them both?

Andrew answered her by kissing her, his fingers weaving into her hair and drawing a violent shudder from her body. She pushed up against his hard chest, crushing her breasts against the rough material of his suit.

This man’s kiss destroyed whatever resistance she thought she had to him. When he swept his tongue across her lips, she opened to him and whimpered softly.

“Brother, you’re wearing too many clothes,” Noah said and turned Amelia to face him. “Allow me to keep her occupied while you remedy the situation.”

Noah’s lips covered hers, and he kissed as wild and furious as his brother. How did she get so lucky as to have not one but two men whose kiss rendered her weak and trembling?

Andrew didn’t waste any time. Amelia shivered when her hard nipples scraped up against the coarse hair on Noah’s chest. When Andrew came up behind her and pressed his hard cock against her lower back, she stiffened.

“Don’t be afraid, my love.” Andrew kissed her neck as Noah pulled back and moved to the bed. She couldn’t help but stare at Noah’s erection, purple and heavy with need, as it bobbed in front of him.

“I’m not,” she lied.

Andrew led her over to the bed, his darkened gaze never leaving hers. Laying her down, he stretched out next to her as Noah moved toward the head of the bed. “I want our first time together to be as it will be every time. I can be your husband in public, but in private it will be both Noah and me.”

“Or I could be your husband in public,” Noah countered. “I’m the better looking of the two. We’d make a far more handsome couple.”

Andrew kissed her, and then his lips left hers to trail down her neck, her shoulder, and chest. He swiped a tongue across her hard nipple, and she cried out.

He continued down, delivering heated kisses along her tummy, and hesitated as he reached her sex. He moved between her legs and gently parted them. Before she could take a breath to let out a whimper, Andrew licked her curls.

“You taste absolutely incredible, Amelia. I’m going to devour your pussy until you scream out your release.”

Oh, God. She already wanted to scream. He spread her wet lips and attacked her clit. She arched her back and reached out for something to grab ahold of.

“Andrew,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Andrew.”

“Sounds like I need to give you something so you won’t forget I’m here.” Noah brought the tip of his cock to her lips. Instinctively she opened, and he slid his erection into her mouth. “Ah, Jesus. You have such a sweet mouth, Amelia. Yes. Just like that.”

The little clear drop glistening on the end of his flesh tasted salty and sweet. She sucked on his dick to pull more out. At the same time Andrew attacked her pussy with fervor. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she couldn’t help but suck Noah’s cock even harder.

“Holy shit, Amelia.” Noah grabbed the headboard to stay upright.

Amelia pulled her mouth off Noah’s cock when Andrew gently nipped at her pussy. “Oh, God. I can’t help it. Andrew!”

“Noah,” he corrected.

“No. It’s Andrew’s fault. Ah!” Andrew sucked her clit between his lips and assaulted it without mercy. He had her so close to orgasm with his wicked tongue. When he slid a finger into her entrance, she pulled Noah’s cock between her lips and rocked her head to move it in and out of her mouth.

“That’s it. Fuck me with that hot mouth. Jesus. You’ve got me close. I’m going to come, Amelia.”

Andrew continued to relentlessly attack her pussy, and the tightness coiling around her womb squeezed and jerked as the first of her climax threatened to explode inside her. Her sanity floated away when he pulled his finger out of her pussy and pressed it against her tiny rear hole.

It sank into her back entrance, and she screamed at the blinding pleasure that bordered on pain. It burned, and yet it wasn’t enough. She moved faster on Noah, burying his flesh to the back of her throat, as Andrew eased his finger in and out of her rear while his assault on her pussy continued.

The first of her orgasm ignited, and she screamed again, bucking wildly and sucking Noah without restraint.