Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Clarissa (3 page)

Her mouth dropped open, and Brandon took the opportunity to lean close and cup her head, turning her face his way before his mouth settled over her lips for a lingering kiss that made no demands. She didn’t pull back or protest. Instead her lips softened beneath his on a sigh before she drew in his honeyed-sweet scent, his vague taste of beer and Coke.

She was dazed when he drew back, his eyes searching hers. ‘Adam’s right,’ he said huskily. ‘Food is the last thing on our minds. It’s been the last thing on my mind since the first time I saw you.’

‘Really?’ she breathed, still reeling from the kiss. ‘I had … no idea.’

She’d been too busy feeling like a failure in her marriage. Though she and Dean had tried their best, in the end they’d both conceded they were little more than friends with fringe benefits—though even the spark in their bedroom had died long before the accident had taken Dean’s life.

Adam watched with unabashed interest as Brandon nodded and said huskily, ‘But you were happily married—’ Heat rose behind her eyelids. If only Brandon had known the truth. ‘—and then you were a grieving widow.’

She blinked and swallowed back grim reality even as she pressed her fingertips to her still tingling mouth. She’d been grieving for a friend far more than a husband. Grieving for what should have been.

‘And I didn’t think you were ready to move on.’ Brandon swung a quick look Adam’s way. ‘It took another man to make me realise I was wrong … very, very wrong.’

Something shifted inside her chest. Brandon had respected her marriage and then her need to mourn. She couldn’t help but admire him even more for his values. And yet … sometimes a woman didn’t want a man to be so giving. Sometimes a woman needed a man to take.

Adam would take. And take.

The bull rider slung an arm around the back of her chair and leant a little closer, his crisp and musky aftershave causing her to draw in a deeper breath. His voice murmured in her ear. ‘You all but vibrate with desire and need.’

She gulped. ‘I do?’

He leant in even closer. ‘Yes. It’s most … fascinating.’

‘Are we ready to order or should I come back in five?’

Clarissa jumped at Lucky’s voice. The publican had an all-knowing grin from ear to ear. Clarissa cleared her throat. ‘Ah no. We’re good to order thanks.’ She looked at the men for confirmation. ‘Aren’t we?’

Brandon nodded. ‘I’ll have what Clarissa’s having.’

Adam’s eyes twinkled. ‘Me too.’

Lucky smirked. She knew exactly what Clarissa wanted, and it wasn’t written inside the plastic pages of the menu. ‘Like to share everything, do we?’

Adam shrugged. Brandon smiled a secret smile. Clarissa was beyond the point of feeling any shame. She was too impatient to hear more of the men’s past. The moment Lucky was out of earshot, she asked the men, ‘You’ve both shared women?’

Brandon released a slow breath. ‘Yes.’

Adam’s eyes turned heavy-lidded. ‘Does that bother you?’

Bother her? Only if feeling hot and bothered was any indication. She fidgeted in her seat. All she could imagine right then was their callused hands trekking over her soft skin, exploring every dip and curve while they used their mouths to pleasure and to tease.

She swallowed hard. ‘No, it doesn’t.’ How could it when she’d already fantasised that exact scenario for herself? ‘Whatever your pasts, it’s none of my business.’

‘Isn’t it?’ Adam asked. His voice dropped, soft and hypnotic. ‘Our past could be your future, if that’s what you want.’

Her breath caught, her pulse fluttering. She turned to Brandon. ‘Is that what you want too?’

His eyes fairly glowed. ‘I’ve only ever wanted to look after you. And if sharing means doubling your pleasure, then yes, that’s what I want too.’

Oh, god.

She wanted to fan herself, drip ice down her front and back. The temperature had surely gone up ten degrees in the last few minutes alone?

Adam put his big, warm hand on her thigh, beneath the hem of her dress. ‘We’ll take it nice and slow. Make sure you’re fully prepared.’

Fuck. She was about ready to cream herself and they thought she wanted it slow? Or maybe her hormones were so out of whack from not having sex for so long—correction, from
never
having experienced great sex—she had no idea how to play things out on an even keel.

Her voice cracked. ‘Prepared?’

Adam’s palm skated up her thigh and then down a little to the tops of her boots, his roughened skin making her gasp as tingles of electricity fired through her body. His voice tickled her ear. ‘Yes. For the both of us. The way I see it, you’re going to combust if you stave off your needs any longer.’

Her thighs slipped apart a little and she had to suppress a moan. ‘What is it you suggest?’

Adam’s voice lowered and his hand inched higher. ‘I suggest we go home so we can fully take care of you.’ His fingertips skimmed the edges of her lacy underwear. ‘I suggest Brandon and I pleasure you until you’re gasping for breath, then screaming out our names.’

She gulped, and twisted back to Brandon. Even seated, somehow she couldn’t fail to notice the erection in his jeans, nor the need in stark evidence across his face.

Dinner was the last thing on any of their minds.

Her voice came out scratchy. ‘I think … yes. Let’s go home.’

Adam pulled out a couple of big notes for payment and left them under the salt shaker. ‘Good call.’

The trip back to the homestead seemed to take hours instead of the usual forty-five minutes, and though Brandon wasn’t breaking any land speed records, he pushed the old work ute faster than its normal sedate pace.

Pressed between them once again, Clarissa vacillated between stiff awkwardness and pliant, hot need. Her heart beat an irregular rhythm that seemed to echo the fluttery sensation in her belly, and she found herself constantly licking her dry lips.

The sweep of the headlights revealed a thin blue ribbon of highway she barely saw. Thanks to the dash lights and her peripheral vision, she noted every movement, every breath, Brandon and Adam made.

God help her, had she ever been more aware of anyone in her life?

A white post and rail entry to the right indicated Langdown station. Brandon turned into the long, compressed granite driveway, and as the ute shuddered across the cattle grid, Clarissa took a steadying breath even as her hands fisted on her lap.

Brandon glanced her way. ‘Are you going to be okay?’

She drew in a deep breath. ‘Are you trying to talk me out of it?’

Brandon shook his head, his jaw rigid, his own hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel. ‘You know I’ll do everything in my power to give you exactly what you want.’

You. And Adam. All over me.

Adam trailed his fingertips down her arm, goosebumps erupting over her skin. ‘We’ll both do whatever it takes to make you climax again and again.’

She stiffened, even as her panties stuck to her with a sudden flush of moisture. ‘I’ve never been with more than one man.’

‘At a time?’ Adam asked.

She bit into her bottom lip and shook her head. ‘More than one man … ever.’

Adam’s breath whistled even as Brandon nodded and said, ‘I guessed as much.’ He turned to her, his face taut with passion and stark with sincerity. ‘We’ll treat you right.’

Adam’s touch stilled as if in confirmation. ‘Nothing happens without your consent.’

Clarissa swallowed, and Brandon clasped one of her hands. He didn’t say anything more; he didn’t need to. Instead he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles, his shadowed stubble rasping across her skin.

Damn. Every look and every touch had her wanting so much more, and she was a mass of quivering nerves and contradictions. Nerves made that much worse when the headlights picked out her homestead with its high verandah and white-railed stairs. Behind the house, a sweeping gum tree concealed four rainwater tanks—all but one was dry—while the darkness inside the stockmen’s quarters revealed they were empty.

She closed her eyes and took a calming breath. There would be no one else around to sidetrack her, no one to keep her from going ahead with the threesome that would have seemed preposterous even a few days ago. Having sex with just one amazingly gorgeous man had seemed almost out of her reach, let alone two.

Brandon parked the ute near the front fence and cut the engine and its lights. A full moon took away much of the gloom. But it was the sudden silence that magnified her need, her pulse a loud swish-swish in her ears, her breath rasping in and out.

One of the station’s kelpies managed a half-hearted bark. Adam released a shuddering sigh, before he slid out of the passenger seat with too much grace for a man so tall, let alone one injured.

Brandon caught her hand before she followed the bull rider. ‘I know you trust me,’ he murmured, ‘but I want you to know you can trust Adam too.’

She nodded, any trace of lingering fear receding as adrenaline poured through her veins. She swung out of the ute on suddenly unsteady legs, and Adam took her arm as she swayed.

‘Too much champagne?’ he teased, shrewd enough to know she wasn’t intoxicated from anything alcoholic.

As Brandon rounded the work ute from the driver’s side, she shook her head and conceded, ‘No. Too much virile male.’

Adam’s husky laugh warmed her insides, a warmth that spread as his thumb brushed her arm. ‘You’ll learn to appreciate it.’

‘I’m sure you’re right.’ She cleared her throat and stepped back. She’d always been so in control of her emotions and her body. ‘I’m fine to walk now.’

She strode ahead, feeling sexy in her boots and clinging dress, yet unladylike with her long steps that did plenty of miles around the station. The men seemed only to notice the former. She felt their hot gazes on her the whole way as they followed close behind, her dress hitching high as she climbed the steps.

‘God help us,’ Adam murmured, causing heat to suffuse her neck, and pool in her belly and womb.

She pushed open the front door—there was no use for locks out here—and stepped inside, flicking on a light before turning to move into the arms of the man she’d wanted for so long.

Brandon.

His mouth was hot and urgent on hers and as she encircled his neck with her arms, he lifted her up and strode down the short hall that led to the main bedroom. Only when he stepped inside her private room, where moonlight flooded through her insect-screened window, did he allow her to slide down his body before she gained her feet once more.

He made damn sure she felt every inch of his hardness, not least his cock, and she sucked in a strained breath. He was much bigger than even her dreams had dared imagine.

Then Adam was behind her, his own impressive arousal jutting against her lower back in the cage of his jeans.

‘Holy crap,’ she groaned, so turned on she could barely breathe, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’

‘Believe it, baby,’ Adam murmured hoarsely. ‘All your fantasies are about to come true.’

Her fantasies had always been about Brandon, but she was about to get that and a whole lot more with Adam. Two lovers. It was most definitely a dream most women entertained at some stage in their lives.

She felt the tug of her zipper, heard its rasp as it was dragged down. A nanosecond later her dress dropped to the floor and cool air touched her skin. When the men made low, possessive growls in their throats as she stood in only lacy briefs and a matching bra, she knew there was no going back.

She didn’t want any going back.

Brandon kissed her again and she moulded herself against him, her head tilting back and lips parting to give his seeking tongue entrance. Holy mother, she couldn’t think, could barely even breathe. Not when Brandon’s thrusting tongue mimicked the sexual act she’d soon be experiencing. She certainly didn’t notice his fingers pushing through her hair before he lifted the strands away from her neck.

Only when Adam bent his head, his moist lips feathering along the bared skin of her nape, did she realise these men knew exactly what they were doing, their moves orchestrated to give her maximum pleasure.

Adam cupped her breasts from behind, and as he massaged through the lace of her bra, a voltage of pleasure moved through her nipples straight into her core. She gasped, about ready to grind her clit against their cocks to take the edge off her needs.

Instead she whimpered into Brandon’s mouth. She was overwhelmed with sensation, and yet it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted so much more.
Needed
so much more.

Brandon pulled back, his hands moving behind her shoulders and finding her bra clip. With a quick snap, he released her breasts from their lacy prison, his hands lingering on her back, his stare on her front.

For a second she swayed, caught on an invisible string between Brandon and Adam. Her eyes snapped to Brandon’s, and she registered the blaze of passion in his stare. A passion that would be reflected in her own.

Dear heaven, was she ready for this?

Her breath hissed and she closed her eyes, trying to gain back a semblance of control. Instead her other senses ran free as arousal pulsated the very air. She felt a brush of movement, heard a whisper of sound as a shirt went over a head, the stark growl of need from behind as Adam too undressed. A button snapped undone, a zipper scraped. A belt rasped as it slid free and thudded to the floor.

Her body hummed with need, her nerve endings twitching for stimulation. Then warm skin pressed in on her from both sides. Hard and callused hands gently touched her shoulders, her breasts; even harder cocks dug into the small of her back, her flat belly.

Lips touched her own, harder, more demanding, bristles scratching her jaw and vanilla-spiced breath moistening her mouth. Her eyes flicked open and she drew back. ‘Adam,’ she whispered.

The men had reversed positions.

Adam’s smile verged on a pained grimace, as though their foreplay was half-killing him. Still he managed a mocking, ‘Were you thinking of someone else?’

Before she could formulate some kind of response, Brandon nuzzled her shoulder from behind, his teeth scraping across her flesh and making her gasp at the delicious shudders of sensation streaking through her nerves.