Love Under Two Jessops (18 page)

“Remember, Chloe, when Miss Parsons comes to visit, you tell her that you’re very happy here, that this is the best home you’ve ever had. If you don’t, you’ll be sorry. Now say those words right now. Practice them. ‘This is the best home I’ve ever had.’”

“Okay, now y’all just get the hell out of my head!”

The truth was she’d probably been the best slave
they’d
ever had. But that was in the past, and though it had been a bit hard, she’d gotten through it. She didn’t know why now—now when she was feeling happier than she had in years—these bad memories from her childhood had to come and attack her.

Enough.
Chloe began to sing Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup” at the top of her lungs, not something she’d do in front of witnesses, because she was so tone deaf. But the loud, discordant sounds echoing in the shower stall did a good job of pushing unwanted thoughts out of her head. She wiggled her ass as she lit into the chorus after the last verse, and by the time she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair, she was not only clean, but in a pretty good mood.

Chloe flipped through the contents of her closet as quickly as possible. They were just going over to
Lusty Appetites
for dinner, and then, hopefully, those firemen would take her back to their place, and they’d spend the rest of the night getting up close and personal in that big bed in the master bedroom.

Technically, she’d likely only have whatever clothes she picked out on for an hour and a half, at most.

Chloe grinned.
I never would have believed I would be on the verge of becoming a sex addict.
She’d actually called those two hunky men and initiated phone sex with them! Just thinking about that made her feel embarrassed and excited all at the same time.

She turned to check the time and realized that she was running late. No time to choose. Grabbing a denim skirt and one of her favorite tees, she tossed the clothes on the bed and ran for her underwear drawer.

Three minutes later she was back in front of the bathroom mirror. It took only a moment to put her hair up in a ponytail and apply the minimal amount of makeup she preferred to wear.

As she examined her reflection, she noticed that she looked different than she was used to seeing herself. She
looked
happy. She was going to have dinner with two men who not only turned her on physically, they engaged her mentally and emotionally.

The ringing of her doorbell startled her. She shook her head, and stuck her tongue out at herself. Grabbing her purse on her way out of the bedroom, she headed downstairs.

Chloe swung the door open and had to catch her breath. They were just so damned mouthwatering, the two of them. Especially when they both stared down at her, with smiles on their lips and mischief in their eyes.

“Hey there, baby girl. Just how hungry are you?”

It didn’t take her but a moment to put herself on the same page with the two of them. “Starving,” she answered truthfully. “But not for food.”

Grant grinned but didn’t give her a moment to invite them in. He reached forward and picked her up, much the same way Andrew had that first time they’d knocked and she’d answered.

“Good. Let’s go check out that puny bed of yours, shall we?” Grant carried her into her house and headed toward the stairs

“Puny? It’s a king-sized bed!” It was awfully hard to frown when she was, in fact, so damn glad they would be eating dinner later, rather than sooner.

“Like Grant said, it’s puny.” Andrew stepped inside and then closed and locked the door behind him. “But it just might do us for act one.”

Chloe grinned. Since Grant had slipped his arms around her bottom, she wrapped hers around his neck. “I have no doubt the two of you will rise to the occasion admirably—puny bed, or not.”

“You gotta love it,” Grant said, “when your woman has such faith in you.”

“I do have great faith in you both.” And when the thought echoed that it was herself she had trouble trusting, she pushed it away.

That was something she would have to deal with, eventually. But it could wait for another day.

Grant carried her into her bedroom and stopped just short of the bed. He didn’t set her on her feet, but continued to hold her in his arms, off the floor, as he grinned and held her gaze.

“That was quite the nice little afternoon delight you treated us to today, baby girl.”

She couldn’t help but grin right back at him. His deep, masculine voice tickled her flesh, making her want to shiver. “Liked that, did you? You know, I’d heard whispers about phone sex before, but I never fully appreciated the possibilities of it, until today.”

“
That
was your first time?” Andrew ranged himself close to his brother—so close that the heat of his body not only reached her, but seeped into her. The scent of both these delectable men filled her senses and went straight to her head, and all her female bits.

She loved it when that happened. Chloe chuckled. “Yep, the two of you got my cherry. I did good for a rookie, huh?”

“Baby girl, you have
no
idea.” Grant leaned in and kissed her, his mouth warm, his lips avid as they moved on hers. Chloe sank into him, loving his taste and the way just a kiss from either of these men could arouse her so completely.

His lips lifted from hers and Chloe opened her eyes. She felt completely seduced. She blinked, trying to bring herself out of the sexual haze he’d so easily wrapped her in. The look in Grant’s eyes, a look that surpassed
heated
, kept her silent when she might have offered another little quip.

“We’re going to love you so thoroughly tonight, Chloe. We’re going to give you everything you asked us for today, and then some.”

Chloe couldn’t say for certain that she was the only one shaking with hunger right then. She knew exactly what Grant was talking about, because the words she’d used on him were burned into her thoughts, and written upon the walls of her desire.

The yearning for a deeper, darker intimacy had blossomed, and grown huge in the last twenty-four hours so that it was taking over every thought, every breath, and every beat of her heart.

She wanted—no,
needed
—to know what it was like to hold both of these men inside her body at the same time.

Chloe was beyond the point where she had any interest in being coy. “I need you. I need you both. I don’t understand this compulsion within me, but it’s there, and it’s real. I need for us to be connected, the three of us, together.”

“Then let us give you what you need.” Grant placed a sweet kiss on her lips again, and then handed her over to his brother.

“Hello again, my Chloe-doe. Kiss me please, baby. I need to taste you.”

Before these men had come into her life she’d felt self-conscious about her size, about the curves and the way her bathroom scale sailed past one hundred as if the number didn’t even exist.

It was ridiculous the way these men passed her back and forth between them as if she was a football—or a
very tiny woman
.

Ridiculous, and yet somehow just so damn sweet. She looped her arms around Andrew’s neck, the same as she had Grant’s. “I have always had a fear of heights, except, apparently, under two circumstances—when I’m on a horse, or, much more recently, when I’m in your—or Grant’s—arms.”

“Can’t explain the horseback exception.” Andrew’s expression turned serious. “But you have to know, right down to your cute little pink toes, that Grant and I will always keep you safe. Now give me my kiss, woman.”

It was also so damn sweet and arousing when her otherwise cuddly teddy bear Andrew got all macho and demanding.
What’s a girl to do?
She ran her hands through his hair, grabbed hold, and laid her mouth on his.

She loved kissing Andrew as much as she loved kissing Grant. She loved the taste of him and the way he slid his lips back and forth against hers, sucking gently. His tongue caressed hers, a soft silky salsa of a dance that made her nipples peak and her cunt leak.

Only these men
. Never had she felt the kind of depth of physical excitement that she experienced with Grant and Andrew Jessop. Never had her heart fairly turned over in her chest nearly every single time she was with them. Being honest with herself, she admitted that was so even long before they’d taken her to their bed.

Only them
. And she knew, as Grant pressed close to her back and ran his hands over her, as Andrew continued to hold her securely and kiss her deliciously, she knew that she would never feel this way about anyone else, ever, for as long as she lived.

I’ve been fooling myself all along. It happened that first evening, when I opened the door to this wonderful man. The way he gave me such a tolerant look and then scooped me up in his hands and held me off the floor for the first time simply did me in.

“Chloe-doe? What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?”

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She had to let it out. She had to tell them. “I love you. I love you both so much!”

“This is a reason for tears?” Grant’s voice tickled her ear and she laughed and sobbed at the same time.

“Happy tears. This love is so huge I don’t know how I can hold it all inside my heart. I couldn’t keep it inside my head, I had to tell you.”

“Now you know how
we
feel, sweetheart.” Andrew gave her another kiss, just a light brush, and then handed her back over to Grant.

“We both love you, baby girl. We have for a long time.” He took her mouth in a kiss that was at once forceful and gentle. His mouth owned hers, his tongue invaded and explored with a command that made Chloe want to do nothing more than surrender to it, and to him.

The world tilted and spun as Grant laid her on the bed. When she opened her eyes, he’d ended the kiss and hovered over her, grinning. “We knew you were ours the first moment we laid eyes on you. And now we’re going to give you what you need, baby girl. But we’re going to take it slow. We don’t want to hurt you.”

She could barely catch her breath, they undressed her that fast. Their hands, work roughened but infinitely gentle, caressed each inch of her they uncovered. By the time they stood back and began to undress themselves, she was so horny she could only writhe on the bed, waiting for them to do whatever they wanted to her—and hoping they would do it fast.

Grant held up two items, and it took her a moment to focus on them—mainly because she was feasting her eyes on his beautiful chest and delectable, erect cock. “Is that a butt plug?”

“It is. And lube. Like I said, we’re going to go slowly.” He lowered the items and met her gaze. She felt the force of his will in his stare and wondered at the way a man could
do
that. “You can stop us at any time, Chloe. All you have to do is say the word. Okay?”

She’d heard a few stories, of course, and understood that what she’d asked for could sometimes be more than a little uncomfortable at first.

And she could admit freely that before meeting these two men, just the idea of having “butt sex” frightened her more than a little. Now, fear had been completely eradicated in favor of the most elemental desire she’d ever known.

“I trust you.” She was about to become more vulnerable than she’d ever been in her life, and that was okay. “I trust you both to take care of me.”

“We’re damn glad to hear that,” Andrew said. “But what we’re looking for here, Chloe-doe, is your word that you won’t
let
us hurt you. That you’ll stop us if it’s too much.”

“I might think I could hide something like that from y’all, but honestly, the two of you seem to have a way of knowin’ stuff about me even before I do.” When the two men just stood there, gloriously naked, and continued to stare at her, she nodded. “Yes, all right. I promise to tell you if it hurts too much.” Then, because she was lying completely naked on a bed with two very virile men looking on, she decided to change the subject.

She reached up, cupped her breasts, and tweaked her nipples with her fingers. The men’s gazes immediately dropped from her eyes to her breasts. She bit back her smile as she slowly continued to caress her own breasts. Then, watching them intently, she spread her legs, and moved her hands down her body on a slow, seductive journey toward her cunt.

“Vixen.” Grant reached forward and grabbed her hands, lifting them from her body. He brought them to his lips, and kissed them. “We’ll have to tag team her for a moment,” he said.

“Looks like.” Andrew crawled onto the bed, and took her hands from Grant. Then he stretched her out, one hand holding both of hers, her arms over her head, and began to run his other hand up and down her body.

“Another day, we’ll make you play with yourself until we come—which probably won’t take very long. Honest to God, you are the hottest woman in the world.”

Chloe pouted. “But what if I wanna play
now
?”

Andrew’s grin was fast and full of fun. “You played plenty earlier today, sweetheart. Now it’s our turn.”

“Here, baby girl. Why don’t you put these on us?” Two square packets landed on her stomach.