Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (40 page)

They love me, nice and slow.

“Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Lynsey eyes my dress. It’s short, tight, black, and proudly puts everything I have on display. I may not be the smallest girl, but I’m far from ashamed of what I’m working with. At least I wasn’t until Lynsey walked in the room looking flawless as always and opened her mouth.

“Not good?” I ask, running my hands down my sides.

She shakes her head before letting a bright smile break through. “Fucking fabulous.” I blow out a breath, trying to pull my confidence back to where it should be. “What the hell are you doing here? I thought we were all meeting at the bar.”

Shifting in my heels, I run my fingers over the toy in front of me. “I need something new to tease the guys with.”

“Because she doesn’t think that fuckin’ dress is doin’ enough of that,” Dixon yells from across the store. “Get over here, woman.”

Lynsey shakes her head and goes back to getting the store ready to shut down. Making my way to where Gunnar and Dixon are browsing, I settle between them. As always when they touch me, everything around me fades away and all I can focus on is them. They inch me around the store, taking turns telling me how they would make me scream using the different toys laid out in front of us on the walls. It’s like they don’t want us to go out tonight, but when I mention simply going home to play, they both laugh and shake their heads.

The lights begin to dim out around us and Lynsey whistles from the door. “Let’s roll. Mark has a table held for us.”

After climbing into the middle seat of Dixon’s truck where I was told I belong every time we all ride together, we follow Lynsey downtown to Scream. The parking lot is crowded already even though it’s early which makes finding a parking spot that the truck will fit in take longer than expected. When we finally make it inside, I make sure to keep my head held high and my hands firmly in Gunnar and Dixon’s hands until we find the corner booth Mark has saved. Gunnar slides in first, pulling me in beside me and Dixon drops down on the outside of me. Both slide their hand onto my thighs, teasing me before I even get a chance to get settled and have a drink. I should have known they wouldn’t take it easy on me just because we we’re in public.

Mark scoots in far enough to put distance between Lyn and himself. I watch them carefully, my eyes darting between them as I try to analyze the situation going on between my two best friends.

Dixon orders drinks for everyone, while his hand slides higher up my thigh with each passing minute. Gunnar grabs my knee, pulling my leg over his to open me to Dixon’s exploring fingers. Tapping my inner thigh, he looks into my eyes, silently telling me to keep it there. His fingers skim back up my inner thigh just as Dixon repeats the motion with my other leg.

“This club is fantastic,” Mark says, moving his head to the music. “I can’t wait to get on that floor and shake my ass.”

Dixon’s thumb brushes my clit making me jump. “Me too, Mark,” I say, trying like hell to focus on something other than what the very wicked men I love are doing to me under the table.

“Yeah, guess I should probably do more than just sit here and look pretty, huh?” Dixon asks, his finger making slow torturous circles. Gunnar slips a finger into my pussy, then replaces it with two. When I bite my lip, he angles them, rubbing against my g-spot. “No way Kennedy is dancin’ with anyone other than us, right, Gunnar?”

They are making me crazy. I cannot have an orgasm in the middle of a crowded club while talking to our friends.

“That’s right,” Gunnar agrees, his fingers slipping from me when the waitress comes with our drinks. Grabbing my drink, I lift it to my lips and sip, feeling the burn of the Sex on the Beach as it settles in my stomach.

Dixon stops his movements. Grabbing one of the beers, he takes a long drink before turning to face me. Brushing the hair out of my face, he cups my cheek with the hand that was just playing with me under the table. He grins wickedly as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, spreading my wetness across it.

Looking over, I see Mark and Lynsey deep in a hushed conversation. Darting out my tongue, I taste myself on his skin. His eyes lock on my mouth, heating to a raging inferno. “I think Gunnar wants a kiss, Sunshine,” Dixon says, his voice low.

“Yes, I do,” Gunnar says, turning my face to capture my lips with his. His tongue runs along my bottom lip and he growls low in his throat before diving into my mouth for more. I get lost in his kiss as Dixon’s hand slides between my thighs again rubbing his thumb over my clit, faster this time. One finger eases out of me, slowly, just enough to tease me. If I even cared right now, I’d bet my ass he was drinking his beer and carrying on a conversation while fingering me. I moan into Gunnar’s mouth making him chuckle. Pulling back, he licks his lips. “Mmm,” he purrs. Dixon stops his movements again and I have to stop myself from whimpering at the loss.

Looking over, I notice we are alone now. Mark and Lynsey must have left the table when I wasn’t paying attention. Looking to Dixon, I tilt my head to the side. “They went to dance,” he says, answering my silent question. Taking my hand in his, he slides from the booth, pulling me with him as Gunnar follows. “So are we.” The tone in his voice lets me know that it’s going to be a long night of teasing before I get any relief.

Leading me out onto the dance floor, Dixon pulls me to his chest, swaying us to the techno club music. Gunnar molds his body to mine, his bulge digging into me with every shift of our bodies.

Gunnar’s hands slip down between us gripping my ass while one of Dixon’s slips beneath my dress to cup my pussy. With every move of my hips against his, his hand grinds into my clit. Throwing an arm around Dixon’s neck, I wrap the other behind me to grip onto Gunnar as they rock into me as the song ends and turns into a faster beat. Gunnar’s hands move around to my hips, pulling my ass into his erection and even though he can’t hear me he knows I moaned.

I get lost in the sensation of their bodies pressed to mine and the music fueling me on. I don’t notice the people dancing around me or if they’re staring at us while we dance. Dixon tugs at my chin, crashing his lips down on mine. His tongue thrusts in time with the rocking of his hand, giving me only enough pressure to keep me on edge. This is what they do, they overwhelm me with sensation and I fucking love every minute of it.

The songs fade into new ones and my feet begin screaming from the confines of my heels after a while. Spinning around, I wrap my arms around Gunnar’s neck and grin. Dixon rolls his hips into my ass without missing a beat. Pressing my lips to Gunnar’s throat, I suck in a patch of skin. His hands grip my face, capturing my mouth with his and ravaging me. His hands slide into my hair, holding me in place while Dixon has a firm grip on my ass, his fingers flexing as I move to the beat. My clit is throbbing, and my entire body aches, needing to be touched, kissed, and filled by the men that I love. Dancing only makes it worse. Every time we touch and their hands roam my body, it adds fuel to the fire that only they can put out.

“I need you both,” I say into Gunnar’s ear when I break the kiss. “Take me home.”

Without hesitation, they take my hands and lead me from the floor. After saying a goodbye to a very smug Lynsey and a flustered looking Mark who are tucked in the booth again with fresh drinks, we head for the parking lot.

Halfway back to the house, I slide onto the floor of the truck. I can’t handle the amount of teasing they have done tonight without doing some of my own, and I smile at the thought of payback. Settling down on my knees I reach across the seat and run my fingernails along their jean covered thighs. Dixon’s knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel. Gunnar flexes his hips forward, obviously wanting more. Sliding my hands farther up their thighs, I undo their belts and buttons, slide the zippers on their jeans out of my way, and pull both of their cocks free. Moving back and forth between the both of them, I draw them into my mouth. The cab of the truck fills with heavy breathing, moans and mumbled words.

“This isn’t safe,” Dixon says as he tangles his hand in my hair. Tilting my head out of the way of the steering wheel, I peer up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to stop?” I chuckle. Shifting my attention to Gunnar’s cock, I keep my eyes on Dixon, waiting for him to look at me instead of the road for a second. When he does his eyes are heated more than before. He tightens his hand in my hair again and pushes my head down easily, forcing more of Gunnar’s cock into my mouth. He holds me there for a few seconds and Gunnar thrusts up into my mouth. My eyes water more every time he hits the back of my throat.

“Don’t fuckin’ think so, Sunshine.” He smirks and pulls me back across the cab to his lap. I flick my tongue over the tip just before he lifts his hips to meet my mouth. The movement forces his foot down on the accelerator, causing the truck to rev up and jerk forward as we speed down the road. “If you’re not livin’ on the edge you’re takin’ up too much space.”

Gunnar grabs my hips, pulling me up so I’m laying across his lap. My shoes slip off my feet and fall to the floor by Gunnar’s feet. The wind coming in from Gunnar’s open window cools my heated skin as it blows under the edge of my dress. My feet hang out the window and I know that if we pass a cop right now we would get pulled over and have one hell of a time talking our way out of this one. I try my hardest to focus on Dixon since I can’t switch back to Gunnar now, but when Gunnar’s hand slides between my thighs and easily enter me, I forget what I’m doing.

My plans to tease them have backfired in my face. Gunnar’s fingers slide in and out of me, his thumb grazing over my clit. Thankfully, Dixon is more than happy to guide me with one hand in my hair and keep the pace because I can’t think straight. My thighs tremble as I hold myself up on shaky hands while Dixon steers one-handed. I can feel my orgasm building again as my toes curl, and I can’t imagine what anyone on the street is thinking right now watching us drive by. “Don’t come,” Dixon growls, taking me by surprise. Is he kidding? I am seconds away from exploding and coming all over Gunnar’s fingers and he doesn’t want me to? “You’re comin’ on our cocks, Sunshine.”

Dixon’s hands in my hair slow their movement as he turns the wheel and Gunnar slows his fingers down causing my oncoming orgasm to damn near fizzle into non-existence. I could fucking cry in frustration. Gunnar’s erection is pressing into me making it damn hard to focus on anything other than straddling him and riding him the rest of the way home right there in the front seat.

The moment we pull into the driveway, we climb from the truck and it’s an animalistic free for all that has my knees about to buckle. I don’t even make it all the way up the porch stairs before my dress is around my ankles and Gunnar is bending me over and thrusting into me. I grab a hold of Dixon’s hips to keep myself from falling forward, putting me in perfect position for him to slide into my mouth again. He grabs my hair, pulling it away from my face so he can see me and control my pace at the same time. Not that I have much control over that considering the fact that when Gunnar slams his hips into me it drives Dixon’s cock further into my mouth.

I moan around him, making his hips jerk forward. There is nothing on my mind except how good they make me feel. It doesn’t matter to me that at this very moment someone could drive by and see us, or open their curtains and be greeted by one hell of a show. Dixon mutters something to Gunnar but between the sounds of Gunnar’s hips slamming against my ass, and the noises coming from me, I can’t hear it. All of a sudden everything stops. Dixon pulls me up and lifts me so the only option I have is to wrap my legs around his waist. I tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing him as he stumbles back until he hits the side of the house. My legs grind against the siding with every movement. Gunnar runs his lips down my spine, nipping at my skin as he goes.

“What do you want, Kennedy?” Dixon asks, letting his lips graze mine as he talks. Pressing his body against my back, Gunnar grabs my hair, pulling my head back so he can taste my mouth.

“Answer us, baby. What do you want us to do to you tonight? Do you want us to lay you down and love you slowly ‘til you can’t handle it anymore? Or do you want us to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow?”

His words set a fire through my veins. Rolling my hips, I moan when my ass rocks against Gunnar and Dixon’s cock slides between my pussy lips. Releasing my hold on Dixon’s hair, I lean back and wrap my arms around Gunnar’s neck. “I want you both. Right here, right now.” Dixon flexes his hips, making me gasp when he hits my clit. “I don’t care if I have to crawl afterwards but I need you to fuck me right now.”

It’s true. With the amount of teasing and torture they have put me through since we climbed into the truck tonight, I’m surprised I haven’t combusted. Thankfully Dixon doesn’t need any more convincing. Reaching between us, he lines up with my entrance and pulls me down hard on him. The balls of his piercing drag along the inside of me, making me want to scream because they feel so damn good. Those are something I doubt I will ever get used to, or tired of, having inside of me. Gunnar whispers in my ear, telling me not to close my eyes, so I don’t. I keep my eyes locked on his as he maneuvers around behind me. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I’m suddenly terrified that he’s going to try to fuck my ass out here on the porch where we have nothing to help make it smooth and I can’t breathe. He must sense my hesitancy because he reaches up and cups my cheek.