Rugged Fire [Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4] (14 page)

He couldn’t remain so far away from her. He had to touch her. He had to taste her sweetness, feel her softness, and possess her wantonness. He had to make her his. It was what she wanted. There was no other reason for her to be waiting for them, naked, in their hot tub.

“Lianne,” he said gruffly, one more time.

And then he was closing the space between them. He reached her and yanked her to his chest.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you can handle us?”

“Shut up, you stupid bear,” she whispered, her voice as gruff as his. Then she grabbed his ears and pulled him down for a kiss.

* * * *

Finally! I’m naked! I’m kissing Seb! He’s kissing me back! Will’s watching!

Her mind raced with a hundred more jubilant thoughts, but Seb’s mouth soon obliterated everything except the rhythm of their tongues and lips and bodies together. He held her bottom lip between both of his for a moment, sucking and darting his tongue against it a few times. Then he moved inside, his tongue touching lightly against the roof of her mouth, the gums above her teeth, the soft flesh under her tongue. Each flicker sent a jolt of heat through her. His kiss excited her. The unveiled lust in his eyes excited her. His low growl as he’d stepped forward excited her.

Her pebbled nipples rubbed against the coarse hair of his chest, and a small moan escaped her lips. Despite the cold air, her pussy was hot. She wanted, she wanted, she wanted. Oh, how she wanted.

Seb broke away from her lips but only to move down, to taste her neck, her collarbone, her breast. His thumb flicked her nipple, and then he sucked it into his mouth. She held his head as heat blossomed all over her body.

“Will,” she said, panting. She didn’t know how to say anything else. “Will,” she said again, begging.

Slowly he came toward her. As Seb moved to her other nipple, Will walked behind her, covering her back with his chest. His stiff cock pressed against the thin fabric of his black sweatpants. It pressed against her back, just above her ass. He dragged his hands from the tops of her shoulders down her arms and then to her hips, pulling her back against him, fitting her snugly against his erection.

Moving up and down, the feel of his hard length against her back and against the sensitive skin of her bare ass caused another wave of heat to roll through her pussy. She could feel how slick she was, the moisture gathering between her legs just by being sandwiched between the Carson twins. Will’s hands snuck around the front of her hips, his fingers brushing lower and lower until they pressed lightly against the outer lips of her pussy.

Covering his hand with one of hers, she said, “Please, Will. I want you to so bad.” Then she pressed the tip of his middle finger until it moved slightly up inside her pussy. “That’s it,” she whispered. “Please.” She breathed the word, putting every desire she’d ever had for these two men into it.

Will pressed further into her cunt, moving his finger in slow, teasing circles. Then he retreated, pressing circles just inside her pussy. He went back in, circling deep. He did this over and over, pushing in and circling, pulling to the edge and circling. His other hand began working on her clit, making tiny circles that mimicked the hand inside her.

Whimpers and breathless words spilled from her lips as he slowly built up the tension. He nibbled on her ear, and Seb pinched her nipples.

“Open your eyes,” Seb commanded. “I want you to look at me the first time we make you come.”

She nodded her agreement. She wanted to hold Seb’s face in her gaze as Will brought her to orgasm the first time. She wanted Seb to see every iota of pleasure that swept through her, and she wanted to see him enjoying her pleasure.

Her hands flew to his on her breasts to give her something to hold on to. Will’s finger started to go faster. It plunged deeper and deeper inside of her pussy, and then he added another, stretching her sensitive walls wider. The fingertip on her clit was relentless, pressing hard and making her jerk with the pleasure it stirred up.

A tingling started in the soles of her feet. “Will,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand, demanding more, her pussy begging for release. The tingling shot up her legs, and her back stiffened. For a moment, her whole body went numb. And then, a pleasure so unique and different than anything she’d ever felt washed across her. It danced just beneath her skin, bubbling and darting and pulsing all at once. She wanted to curl up and expand outward forever at the same time. She wanted to suck in lungfuls. She wanted to hold her breath. She wanted to melt. She wanted to fly.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

“Yes, you are,” Seb said, smiling at her.

“No, that’s not…I meant…” She wasn’t sure what she meant. Everything was thick and liquid, and she could only think about the pulse of pleasure in her body and the men who’d caused it.

“You’re shivering,” Will whispered, and without warning, scooped her up in his arms.

She smiled, snuggling against his warm chest. Seb opened the door for them, and they all three went into the house. Will didn’t put her down. Instead he held her tighter and headed down the hall toward the master bedroom, she assumed.

One thought pounded through her heart and her skull, hammering itself through her whole being until every other thought ceased to exist.

I am with the men I love.

I am with the men I love.

I am with the men I love.

* * * *

Will lowered her to the bed, and she held on to him for a moment, needing another kiss just to reassure herself that this moment was real. She’d dreamed about it for so long that a part of her couldn’t believe it was happening.

“I’m here,” he whispered against her lips. “We’re both here.”

She nodded and then let her arms fall away from his neck. Lying in the middle of the bed with no clothes, she suddenly felt the loss of their bodies next to hers. A wave a fear washed through her at what she was about to do. She’d been a virgin for twenty-three years, and even though the rational part of her brain told her to relax, that the pain would only last a little while, she couldn’t stop her heart from speeding back up.

Scooting up to a sitting position, she met Seb’s eyes and then Will’s. They were watching her, their eyes as predatory and focused as ever. If only they would touch her again and make her forget her doubts, she would feel so much better.

They weren’t moving though. They stood on either side of the bed and looked but made no move to join her on the mattress.

She swallowed. “Seb?”

“Hmm?” His eyes swept up her body to meet hers.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a hoarse whisper. “Aren’t you both…” She didn’t know how to phrase it exactly so she patted the spaces on either side of her in invitation.

His only reply was a slow curling of his lips upward into a naughty grin.

She turned to Will. His expression matched his brother’s.

“That’s not fair!” She rolled toward Seb, intending to pull him down to her.

“Lie down.”

Lianne gasped, her head whipping around toward Will. She’d never heard him use that tone before. The business owner side of her personality chafed at his harsh, demanding tone. The woman who’d lived on her own for twenty-three years with no man, no father, to ever tell her what to do wanted to reach across the bed and slap him.

“Now,” he said in warning.

There was another woman lurking inside her, too. One who—until this very second—she had no idea existed. This woman wanted to lie back down. She wanted to follow his order. Because swimming and thrashing under his command was a promise, a promise that could take her to realms unimagined, to stratospheres untouched, to darknesses unexplored.

If only she would let him. If only she could trust him.

Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the pillows, all the while holding Will’s gaze.

“I want to see you,” she said. “Take your sweatpants off. Both of you.”

One of Will’s eyebrows shot up, but then he shrugged. After only a few seconds, both he and Seb had lowered their pants, and now their cocks jutted out and up, hard and stiff. She took her time, letting her eyes drink in the sight of them. She wanted to reach out and touch them. She wondered if the skin stretched so tautly over each cock was as velvety as it looked. She wanted to run her thumb around each darkened head and feel the ridges and curves. She wanted to hold their testicles and feel the weight of them in the palm of her hands.

“Can I please touch?” She looked at Will, sensing it was him who she should implore.

After a moment he nodded, and without hesitating, she scooted to his side of the bed and kneeled in front of him. When she stretched out her hand, though, she was surprised to see herself shaking.

The skin of his cock was smooth. She hadn’t been expecting that. She ran her fingertips along his length over and over again, in awe of its smoothness and also its hardness. She squeezed it experimentally. Will groaned above her, and she yanked her hand away, darting her eyes to his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Shh.” He grabbed her hand and placed it back on his massive cock.

She held his gaze for a long moment. His black eyes spoke to her. They said he wanted her touch, wanted her hands and her fingers, wanted her exploration. So she moved. She leaned in closer, running a finger over a large vein, studying the color of his flesh, the shape of his cock, the way it seemed alive and eager. She put her nose close to his dark patch of curls and inhaled deeply.

The smell of him went straight to her gut. She wanted to hold it inside of her lungs forever. There was sweat and work and exertion in his scent. There was desire, but also something clean about the way he smelled. She could smell his skin. She put her hands on his hip bones and inhaled again.

“Lianne,” Will groaned from above, sliding his hands along her scalp and wrapping his fingers in her hair. A clear drop of liquid seeped from the end of his cock, and before she could think about it, she licked it off. But then she wanted more. She needed to taste all of him. Without letting herself hesitate or doubt or second-guess, she wrapped her lips around his tip.

“Holy shit,” Seb said behind her.

She let Will push his cock to the back of her throat and then swirled her tongue underneath him from one side to the other. Then she pulled back slowly, dragging her lips across his skin, reveling in the feel of ridges against the inside of her mouth. Holding on to his hips, she brought him close then pushed him away, brought him close, pushed him away. She kept her tongue moving. Soon, his hands tightened in her hair. It burned her scalp a little, and she loved it. It matched the way her insides burned for Will and for Seb.

“You look so stunning right now, Lianne,” Seb said. “It looks so natural for you.”

She smiled around Will’s cock, Seb’s compliment making her want to suck harder and faster. It
was
natural for her. She’d dreamed about being with the Carson twins for so long. She’d imagined their bodies coming together in so many ways, in so many places, and so many times, but nothing she’d ever dreamed came close to how it felt now.

How could she have imagined the heat of their flesh, the endless black of their eyes, the strength of their bodies around her? How could she have known that when she finally touched them, finally felt their hands on her, finally shared her passion with them that they would react just as strongly? How could she have known that they wanted her just as much as she wanted them? That simple act of wanting made everything perfect. She felt confident. She trusted herself. Will and Seb would love whatever she did. She knew it, and with that knowledge, she could do anything, she realized.

She grabbed Will’s balls and rolled them in her hand, squeezing and releasing in time with her mouth around his shaft. Her motions became more frantic as his breathing became more strained and sporadic. Each time the end of his dick hit the back of her throat, he groaned, and it spurred her on. She hummed around him, moaning with him, in sympathy with him, wanting his release so badly that it drove up her own frenzy. Finally his hands grasped the sides of her face and held her. His hips arched and she felt his hot seed bursting out and then down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, drinking him in, taking his essence, devouring the evidence of his pleasure.

A few moments later, when she’d swallowed his last spurt, she slowly pulled her mouth off him. “Oh, Will,” she whispered, putting her cheek to his stomach and hugging his torso. He held her, his fingers lightly rubbing her head and her ear and her neck. “Will, I…I…”

She knew what she wanted to say, but she could never say it. They didn’t want to hear it. If she admitted how she felt, they would end everything. They didn’t want her feelings and the complications those feelings brought. So she clamped her mouth shut and held on to him tightly. Besides, she was doing this because
she
wanted it. This was supposed to be fun. Maybe her brain could shut up for minute. Maybe her body could have a little control for once.

“I liked doing that,” she whispered, settling on that.

He pulled her back so he could look down in her face. “I’m glad to hear it.” He touched the end of her nose with a finger. “I should be thanking you, beautiful girl.”

Will had never spoken to her like that, with such affection and sincerity. His eyes held her face, and a slight smile curled his lips. He looked so warm, so loving, and it killed her. Embarrassingly, she felt hot tears start to form, and she ripped herself away from him so he wouldn’t see.

Throwing herself toward the middle of the bed, she buried her face in a pillow, ashamed at how weak she was. “I’m sorry,” she said, moving so that her words weren’t muffled but so that she could still keep her face hidden. “I think I just need a little moment.” She pressed her face hard into the pillow, mentally berating herself and commanding her emotions to go bury themselves somewhere far, far inside her head and to leave her the hell alone just for one night.