Picture Perfect (4 page)

Two brothers into the same woman spelled trouble usually, but in their case, did it have to?

It seemed a simple equation. Victoria enjoyed sex, so shouldn’t two lovers be better than one? Wade was obviously dying to fuck her, though he was too old-fashioned to ever put it that way, but Ross had seen the look on his brother’s face a moment ago. As for himself, it was a double bonus if she agreed because not only did he find the idea of watching sexy as hell, but it solved the very real problem of getting Wade to agree to ask her to move in.

It was unconventional maybe, but as long as there was no jealousy involved, Ross had come to the conclusion that what they did was their own business.

“What exactly are you asking?” Victoria’s smooth skin still held a flush from her recent orgasm, and beneath his light touch, her body quivered.

He knew her pretty well after seven months, and there was a flare of excitement in her beautiful eyes he didn’t miss. “Ever thought about it?” he asked without explaining because he guessed she understood perfectly what he was suggesting. “I would think every woman might have
that
secret fantasy. This is all about you, Tori. I know you find him attractive.”“Of course I do. He looks almost exactly like you,” she retorted, but she hadn’t done a thing to cover her nudity.

Yeah, she’d thought about it.

“I happen to be standing right here,” Wade interjected into the conversation. But, Ross noticed, his brother hadn’t left the room, either.

“It wouldn’t make me jealous,” he told her, leaning forward to touch her smooth cheek and looking into those midnight blue eyes. “I promise. Anyone else, yes, but not Wade.”

“When I saw the two of you together in the barn, it turned me on,” he admitted bluntly.

Her eyes widened. Was she just startled or intrigued?

“It turned me on, too,” Wade said in a voice that was a trifle thick. He stood in the same spot, statue still, his gaze fastened on Victoria’s face. “I’m going to guess you noticed.”

“I noticed,” she confessed, the two of them exchanging a telling look. The chemistry wasn’t just on camera.

And no refusal, Ross noted. Persuasively, he murmured, “But nice girls don’t sleep with two men, is that the problem? First of all, no one but the three of us will ever know, and second, who says they don’t? Nice girls just don’t talk about it or do it indiscriminately.”

Then Wade sealed the deal. He said with raw but obvious honesty, “I fell in love with you the minute I saw you, Tori. The problem was, of course, I only met you because Ross wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend. I’ve spent the better part of a year feeling like the world’s biggest asshole, but I’ve found there are some things you just can’t control.”

Heart on his sleeve, yep, that was his younger brother.

Victoria gazed at him with a poignant expression on her face. “I had no idea. I thought you didn’t even like me. If Ross hadn’t told me earlier…well…” She trailed off.

“How long have
you
known?” Wade asked him.

“Since day one,” Ross admitted. “I just wasn’t sure how to handle it. That is, until now.”

Both of them looked at Victoria.

“Don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with, Tori,” Wade still didn’t move.

Ross did. He stood and reached down to scoop her up against his chest, the seductive, warm weight of her in his arms making his already rock hard erection pulse in time with the beat of his heart.

“Can we continue this discussion in my bedroom?”

“Yes,” she said, slipping an arm around his neck.

Yes.

“All three of us?” He wanted to be clear on just what she was agreeing to.

“If you’re sure.” She blushed but didn’t look away.

Chapter Four

It was obvious she’d lost her mind, Victoria decided, and if a person was crazy, well…

They did crazy things. Like agreeing to sleep with two men at the same time.

Two gorgeous, sexy, men—she corrected inwardly as she watched Wade strip off his T-shirt and reveal that nicely muscled chest and taut stomach—who both actually happened to be
nice
guys.

And both of them claimed to be in love with her.

Taking that into consideration, was there a woman on the planet who would disagree with what she was doing?

Well, yes. Her mother for one.

Now was not the time to think about
that
. Maybe it was the wine. Could she blame the merlot for her astonishing decision? Because she didn’t think she’d ever be the kind of woman who would want to…

“You are so beautiful.” Ross, his erection high and prominent against his stomach, joined her on the bed. His hand smoothed her shoulder and then cupped a breast as he bent his head. The sensation of his mouth gently sucking her nipple made her eyes close, but she opened them at once again as the mattress dipped on the other side of her.

“I agree,” Wade whispered in her ear and captured the other breast in his palm, his thumb gently rubbing the taut crest in a way that tingles straight downward between her legs.

No, really, she wasn’t about to do this, was she?

Wade had the kind of hard body that showed he worked outdoors ninety percent of the time. Sculpted biceps, toned abs, defined pecs, and a burnished tan to go with it along with all that gorgeously tousled raven hair His rare smile also was something to behold, lighting up a room. She’d been asked by more than one of her friends if there was any possibility of getting set up with Ross’s younger brother, and in retrospect, Victoria had to wonder if her reluctance had more to do with her personal attraction to him than anything else. She’d always explained he was on the shy side, but he wasn’t really. He just tended to be quiet unless he had something to say.

I fell in love with you
…

Ross was a thoughtful, passionate lover, but he really was more urbane and polished. Wade, on the other hand, took the strong, rugged, silent type to a whole new level. His declaration didn’t just sound heartfelt, she had a feeling it really
was
heartfelt.

Processing the implication of an involvement with two men who just happened to be brothers was going to be an interesting lesson in self-introspection, but at the moment, she couldn’t think at all because the way they touched her felt…incredible. She was languid, yet needy. When Wade lowered his head to touch his mouth to hers in a very sexy, very passionate first kiss while Ross slipped his hand between her legs and began to stroke her very wet pussy, she moaned.

Her entire life she’d thought of herself as conservative, but she had to admit it was incredible, and the forbidden aspect of it was part of the excitement.

“Condom?” Wade asked her, nibbling along the curve of her cheek, his breath warm and tantalizing. “I really need you, and I promise I’m perfectly healthy, but—”

“Pill,” she interrupted breathlessly as Ross removed those skilled fingers and she felt a sense of loss.

Not for long. Wade shifted over her, his knees nudged her legs even farther apart, and he looked at her with those incredible dark eyes as the swollen tip of his hard cock pressed against her vaginal opening.

“Good. I want to feel this in every way possible. I’ve imagined it too many times to not want it to be perfect.”

The slow, sure pressure of his entry made her eyes drift shut, and as his cock filled her inch by inch, Victoria clasped his shoulders, arching up shamelessly to take as much as possible until his lean hips rested against her open thighs. He began to move with urgent and unrestrained need, and he kissed her, sometimes softly, but also deeper and hot, too, with his tongue and lips insistent.

She had to admit it drove her wild, and the uneven sound of Ross’s breathing as he watched them made her even hotter.

It was the fastest orgasm of her life, part of it due to how aroused she was by Ross before Wade walked in on them, so they both deserved credit for it. She shuddered at the acute ecstasy of her climax as it hit her like a summer storm. Wild, ungovernable, her inner muscles clenched around his thrusting penis as pleasure rolled over her in scorching erotic waves.

“Jesus,” Wade hissed through his teeth, but he didn’t stop until she came again just moments later. Only then did he go still and tense, the pulse of his ejaculation accompanied by the ragged exhale of her name as he groaned and dropped his face into her outspread hair.

It was only the beginning.

When Wade rolled off her finally to sprawl on his back, his broad chest lifting rapidly, Ross playfully tapped her on the shoulder. “Remember me?”

“Vaguely,” she managed to say on a weak laugh. “I am not sure I even know who
I
am right now.”

“Let me remind you,” he said with a teasing grin, his hand smoothing her hip. “You are the most gorgeous, sensuous woman on the planet. Isn’t that right, Wade?”

Ross teased her collarbone with his mouth, just grazing the skin with his teeth, nipping up the curve of her throat. “I had fun watching, but I know from experience doing is even better.”His erection pulsed against her hip, and Victoria was surprised to realize even in her sated state she shifted toward him, pressing against the length of his hard cock. She might not be quite ready for sex again at the moment, but she could drive him crazy another way, and it was unexpectedly arousing to think of doing it in front of Wade.

Very
arousing. What was up with that? Maybe it was the wicked exhilaration of how she already crossed a line she never dreamed she’d ever cross. The two naked men on either side of her were irrefutable evidence of her erotic journey into unchartered territory.

In one swift movement she rose to her knees, using her hands on his shoulders to urge Ross to his back. She’d never been big on giving blow jobs, and he hadn’t pressured her, either, but since this might garner an award as the most reckless evening of her life, why not?

His cock rose, hard and long, against his taut stomach, and he reclined against the pillows of the bed, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her take a fingertip and wipe a bead of semen from the shiny tip of his erection. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Wade watched them, his tall body relaxed and his arousal still impressive, even half-softened by his recent release.

She licked her finger in a long slow slide of tongue on flesh, tasting the salty essence of his sperm.

One of them gave a low groan. She wasn’t sure which.

Victoria leaned over and took the head of Ross’s cock in her mouth, circling her tongue on the smooth crest. His breath went out in a low hiss, and his fingers sank into her hair as she began to suck, her fingers curling around the base, gently squeezing.

This time the groan definitely came from Ross. “Oh…babe…”

She continued, her hair brushing his stomach as she slid her mouth up and down the hard length of flesh, her fingers working as her tongue teased and swirled, testing the slit at the crest, exploring the contours and shape of his cock until the sound of his respiration grew ragged and uneven.

“I think you’d better stop.” Long fingers tugged at her hair. “I’m going to come. Jesus, Tori.”

In response—to her own surprise—she stroked his balls and kept going until he made an inarticulate sound and the hot rush of his orgasmic release filled her mouth.

Count that as outrageous, never-done-it-before act two of the evening.

* * * *Wade touched her…everywhere. He felt like a child with a new toy—like he’d been given a coveted gift and was filled with wonder.

He
was
filled with wonder, actually, and some measure of disbelief he’d gotten so damned lucky. He’d always been a breast man, and Victoria’s centerfold tits were the perfect combination of firm and soft, of full yet not heavy, with luscious rose-colored nipples. He lightly skimmed the tip of one, gratified when it tightened to a hard point.

“I could play with these all night.”

On her side next to him, her supple body relaxed, Victoria looked half asleep. “Hmm…it’s nice on this end, too.”

“I can do even better.”

That opened her eyes. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” Her sexuality fascinated him, no doubt about it. He’d never made love to a woman who enjoyed it with such unabashed enthusiasm.

Ross had fallen asleep, nude and tranquil, and who could blame him after the blow job of the century. Wade knew full well the male of the human species was a creature stimulated by visual images, but he hadn’t expected to enjoy watching the woman of his dreams suck someone else off, but it was undeniable he had. He was hard again, his dick throbbing and so rigid he ached, and unless the tantalizing woman lying next to him objected, he’d very much like to make passionate love to her again.

“Sounds promising,” she said in a light teasing voice, her midnight blue eyes holding his gaze. “I have this thing, you know, for hunky cowboys.”

He rolled in one lithe move on top of her slender body and did his best impression of a Western drawl. “If you’d oblige me by spreading your legs, ma’am, I’d like to take you on a little ride.”

Her pussy was warm, soft, and exquisitely tight, and as he sank in all the way to his balls, Wade told himself paradise did, in fact, exist.

He whispered, “This feels so fucking good.”“I agree.” Her hands rubbed his shoulders, and her eyes drifted shut.

He moved, and she moved with him in an erotic rhythm that made him grit his teeth and concentrate on not ejaculating too soon like an adolescent on his prom date, but when she arched and whispered his name, her inner muscles clenching, he lost it. His orgasm was so intense the world went blank as the pleasure shook him, and he didn’t drift back until a few long heartbeats later.

She was incredible, was his first coherent thought. Everything he thought she’d be and more, but there still was the interesting problem of how the hell they were supposed to deal with this interesting development.

Sex was only part of this triangle. One corporate accountant, one beautiful stockbroker, and one handyman slash cowhand. It might make an interesting title for an erotic book, but how did it work in real life?