Second Chances (15 page)

“Told you.”
Mason threw off the sheet, revealing Matt’s position between her thighs. He never thought he would experience this with his brothers again. Being with a woman on his own had satisfied his carnal needs, but never fulfilled him the way making love to a woman they all loved together had. He could feel Grey’s absence, but after seeing him with her last night he knew it was only a matter of time before he would join them, completing them.

Mason skimmed his ha
nd along Claira’s hip and feathered his fingers along the curves and valleys leading to her ripe, lush breasts. As Matt’s tongue danced along her folds then disappeared into her hot, wet core, Mason pushed her shirt over her breasts and circled his tongue around one taut, bronze nipple, eliciting another desperate moan from her lips before moving to the other. He couldn’t wait to have those rosy lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, but not yet. Now was about her pleasure and teaching her about her body’s needs and desires.

Clai
ra writhed beneath them and Matt could barely contain the need to claim her. “You like that?” He folded his tongue and pushed it farther into her weeping pussy, gathering her thick, sweet cream. “Fuck, Claira. You taste like honey and somethin’ else completely indescribable. I can’t get enough of you.”

Claira pressed her thighs to
gether around Matt’s head as her back arched against the bed, pressing her breast harder against Mason’s incredible tongue. The things they were doing to her with just their mouths made her world spin. She didn’t understand the force that hummed through her body. She needed something, anything…. “Please,” she begged, unsure of what she was begging for.

“Please, what?” Matt looked up from his feast
, his lips glistening with her essence. He recognized the need in her eyes. “You need to come, darlin’? Is that what you want?”

“I…o
h, don’t stop. I don’t know.” She arched her hips against Matt’s face, urging him to continue, her body seeking what she didn’t know to ask for.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll give
you what you need.” Mason traced the globe of her breast with the tip of his tongue one final time before he clamped down on her nipple. His bite blazed a fire that shot straight to her core just as Matt sucked on the sensitive nub at the top of her sex and hummed his approval. Claira flew apart, floating up and out, a million pieces in a million different directions into a whole new world where light shined brighter than the sun and a warmth like she’d never felt melted her bones into a fiery lava. She floated there in an unknown heaven, her body humming and pulsing until she heard a silken voice calling to her.

“Claira,” Matt whispered, crooning in her ear.
“Sweet Claira. You’re so beautiful when you’re flyin’.” He peppered her face with small, sweet kisses as her breathing calmed and slowly she returned to earth.

“I…I’ve never…it’s too much, so wonderful,” she panted, her heart lurching in her chest as her body continued to
shake with her release.

“Was that your first orgasm
?” Matt could hardly believe they were her first. She was right. It was too much to hope for.

“I’m hoping that’s what that was,” she laughed, unable to hold back her smile. “Because I don’t think I could handle anything better than that.”

“Oh, it gets
way
better than that, darlin’. I promise.” Matt chuckled and covered her mouth, devouring her laughter as he drank from her lips. She could taste herself heavily on his tongue before he broke away and kissed his way down to her breasts. “I’ve yet to taste these beauties,” he continued to tease, caressing the tip of one plump breast with his thumb before he sucked it into his mouth and growled his approval.

“He’s a breast man,” Mason chuckl
ed and tilted her mouth toward him, releasing a primal growl of his own when the taste of her cream exploded on this tongue, firing his taste buds to life. “God, I’ve missed your flavor, little one.” He dived deeper, tilting his head for more access, his teeth lightly nicking against hers, his talented tongue exploring the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat, then retreating to caress her lips before diving in again.

She
tensed when she felt Matt’s penis nudge at her opening. “Relax, darlin’. Let me in, Claira. I need to feel you.”

Mason’s hand traveled ever so slowly over her collar bone, down
to the valley between her breasts and cupped one in his big palm, kneading her soft flesh. As Matt rolled his hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock into her slick, wet passage, Mason pinched her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, simultaneously deepening their kiss again.

Claira cried out at the same time as Matt, her back arching off the bed with the same pleasure
d responses she’d had before. “God, Claira! So tight.” Matt groaned, his efforts to hold back his release evident in the taut, corded muscles in his neck, the sheen of sweat blistering from his pores and horse cries clawing from his chest.

“Look at him, Claira.” Mason pulled away from her lips and nodded to Matt hovering above her. “Look at the way his arms are shaking with the pleasure and pain of holding back his release. He wants it to last, sweetheart, but you’re making it so good for him he’s fighting not to let go.”

The sensual picture Mason was painting with his erotic words and the sight of pure, male rapture in Matt’s expression sent a spike of need and lust straight to Claira’s womb. Her stomach muscles quivered and contracted. Her hips jolted up just as Matt had begun a slight forward roll of his hips and his rock hard cock pushed through her delicate, tight passage much further and faster than he’d intended.

“Oh,
fuuuck
!” Matt’s curse came on the heels of Claira’s scream. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Trembling, Matt began to pull out, afraid he’d hurt her, but the gush of hot cream that flowed through her tight, pulsing passage milking his cock soothed his worry and spurred him toward his own spine melting orgasm.

Deeper and faster, he
fed from her breathless moans as he moved inside her. Her whole body quivered around him and beneath him as he lost control and pumped once, twice then roared as he held himself stiff. He could feel his cock pulse against the tip of her womb as his seed spilled in endless wave after endless wave.

Just as he tho
ught he wouldn’t be able to come again for the rest of his life; as he lay on top of her, their chests heaving together in breathless abandon, Claira’s velvet sheath contracted around him again, sending a shock wave through his still half hard cock. His hips pulsed against hers, triggering a secondary orgasm in them both. He cried out into the crook of Claira’s neck, his teeth scraping against her shoulder as his dick pulsed to life inside her again.
Dear sweet God in heaven
, he didn’t think it was possible to come twice in the same lay.

Matt laid his sweaty forehead against hers, his eyes closed,
a smile on his face as they continued to pant through every breath. “Oh, you are so never leavin’ this bed,” he chuckled, bracing himself on his elbows.

“Hmmm,” Claira hummed and turned her head toward the soft hand that caressed her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Mason’s smiling face staring back at her in wonder
, his eyes as dark as the deepest ocean.

“That was one of th
e most beautiful sites I’ve ever seen.” His thumb slid over her lips, tracing along the seam as Matt continued to pepper slow, sensual kisses along her neck, then her shoulder.

Claira couldn’t help the guilty feeling that pushed at the edges
of the euphoria surrounding them. She glanced down at the apparent bulge tenting the front of Mason’s black boxers and a frown pulled at the corner of her lips.

As if reading her thought’s, Mason slid a finger under her chin and gently guided her face back to his, pressing a soothing kiss to her swollen lips. He nipped at her nose then pulled back to look at her. “
It’s okay, sweetheart. There will be plenty of time to get to that.”

“But you didn’t…” She chanced a
timid glance back down to his groin. She was completely boneless. She had nothing left to give. How could she possibly physically please two men?

Mason chuckled, reaching out to trace her cheekbone. “Oh, but I did, in a way. I felt every pulse, every sensation that passed between the two of you.
It was incredible.” The expression on her face told him that she wasn’t quite buying it. “We’ll have our time, sweetheart, when you’ve had time to recover. There will be times when we’re all together, and other times when each of us has you all to ourselves. But no matter what, you get the final say. We don’t ever want you to feel pressured to be with any one or all of us.”

Clair
a could hardly believe what she felt swelling in her heart for this man, for both of them. Was this love? She didn’t know, but all the wants and needs she’d held back her entire life seemed to burst through the damn she’d built to keep them at bay. “I want you, though. I want to feel you with me like this.”

Mason placed another kiss on her nose and tweaked her nipple, eliciting a squeal from her and a laugh from Matt. “Believe me, swe
etheart. I want you, too. Let’s get you into a warm bath and we’ll see what happens after that.”

Matt pushed up, both of them wincing as h
e pulled out of her tender sheath. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully removed the full condom from his spent cock. Claira gasped as the realization dawned. She hadn’t once thought about protection. How was she supposed to remember all the do’s and don’ts of something so elementary as sex when every brain cell in her head is liquefied every time they touch her.

Matt heard her shocked gasp and turned to see her staring at the wad of tissue in his hand. He grinned and patted her bare thigh with his empty one. “We’ll always protect you, darlin’. You aren’t on the pill, are you?”

She shook her head, worrying her lip between her teeth in that way that made him want to eat her alive.

“Don’
t worry about a thing, then. It’s our job to always protect you, Claira.” Matt stared into her sated, brown eyes, hoping she understood just how serious they took that responsibility.

Billowy puffs of bubbles swirled around her sated and relaxed body as she reclined
neck-deep in what was probably the largest bathtub known to man. The thin mat of course hair in the center of Mason’s chest tickled her back when Matt, sitting across from her, lifter her legs and draped them over his thighs. “Feelin’ better, darlin’?”

Claira giggled when he teased the arch of her foot with a light squeeze. “If I felt any better I’d be the elemental equivalent of Jell
-Oh..
. that feels good.” Her head fell back on a moan as Mason pressed his thumbs into the sore flesh between her shoulders. “I think I might have pulled something yesterday.”

Matt exchanged a look with his brother and received his silent message. She’d distracted them earlier, but they were no less determine
d to get to the bottom of what was haunting her. Matt schooled his expressions and asked the one question that had been burning in his gut since she’d woken from the nightmare the previous evening. “Who’s Stephan?” His hand never ceased its soothing caresses on her foot, but his brows furrowed with concern when he seen the sudden sadness fill her eyes.

“Is he…was he the one
you told us about earlier?” Mason asked, placing his lips against the slow curve of her neck. “You’re first?”

Claira
pulled her legs from Matt’s lap and drew her knees into her chest, resting her chin on top of them. She absently played with the bubbles in front of her as she thought about what to tell them. Stephan had been her world after their mother left. Now that she didn’t even have a picture of him, her memories were all that was left. The possibility of never sharing them with someone left a cold hollow in her chest. He deserved to be remembered.

“He was my brother,” she finally said, scooping up another handful of bubbles, unable to look at either of them. “He d
ied the day before my twenty first birthday, in an accident.”

An accident she
’d caused. Her memories of what happened that night were still fractured at best. The only thing she knew for sure was that, before she’d found him lying dead on her father’s library floor, she had held the gun that had shot him. She shook her head. She would have never shot Stephen. She’d taken the gun from her father’s desk to protect him. He was so angry with their father, and the screaming wouldn’t stop. Lucian was striding toward Stephen with a look she knew all too well meant that Stephen was dead if she didn’t do something. That’s where her memories faded into nothingness. She woke up to a police officer standing over her reading her rights. Father had had her arrested for murdering her own brother and her life as she knew it had fallen apart from there. But she couldn’t tell them any of it. She couldn’t tell anyone.

“Ah, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Mason wrapped his
strong arms around hers and hugged her quivering body against him. “What happened? Can you talk about it with us?”

Claira shook her head. “I…” She bit down hard on her cheek, determined not to cry. “He was my hero, my world. I miss him terribly, but I can’t…”