Author: Roni Loren

These men wanted her, would take care of her. And suddenly she found herself wanting them back. Really wanting them.

Reid pulled off the lid of the container he’d brought and dunked a finger inside. “Ready for dessert, sugar?”

He lifted his hand to her lips, rubbing something thick and warm over them, then lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a slow, possessive kiss. Mmm. Reid and the sweet, buttery flavor of caramel glazed her taste buds—a heady combination that sent her inner thermostat inching upward. He sucked her lower lip and removed the last of the sticky confection just as another streak of warmth painted the sensitive skin of her leg. What the…

He smiled as awareness dawned within her. “Four hands can be so much more efficient than two.”

Reid’s mouth returned to hers right as Jace’s hot tongue glided along her inner thigh, lapping up the caramel sauce and setting a match to her nerve endings. Holy shit. Was she actually going to do this? Two men—no, not just two men, Reid and Jace. Heaven help her.

As Reid’s tongue stroked over hers, his growing erection pressed against her bottom. She wiggled against him, and he hummed his approval into the kiss. Jace’s hair brushed against her legs as he continued to taste the skin higher and higher on her thigh, maddeningly close to the slow throbbing between her legs. Her knees instinctively parted farther, seeking relief as the combination of the two men’s attention coalesced in her core, sending moisture hotter than the caramel straight to her sex.

When Jace nudged the bottom edge of her skirt, Reid pulled back from the kiss and grabbed the container again. Creamy caramel drizzled over each of her nipples, and she arched from the contrast in temperature. Reid’s fingers spread the sugared sauce over one of the tightened buds, then tilted her farther back against the arm of the couch, putting her on full display like a buffet to be sampled. Jace slid out from beneath her and moved to the floor, settling at her side. Both heads lowered, and each man latched on to a breast, sucking and laving in tandem—Reid’s mouth hot and firm, Jace’s more teasing.

She threaded her hands in their hair, pulling Jace’s short ponytail free in the process, and let her head fall back. The last threads of resistance burned into wisps of smoke as the call of her body overruled the voice in her head. Heated palms slid up her legs and hiked her skirt to her waist. Reid’s teeth scraped against her left nipple sending a shot of pleasure/pain through her before he released it. “I think it’s time for something sweeter than caramel.”

Jace didn’t stop his ministrations but cupped the breast that Reid had abandoned and rubbed a thumb across the tip. Reid scooted from under her and set her ass on the couch. Before she could process what he was doing, he spread her legs wide and ran a finger over the soaked crotch of her panties. “Mmm, I think our little sub likes us, Jace.”

Jace lifted his head and smiled down at Brynn, the green of his eyes dark and dangerous. “Is that right?”

Reid grabbed her wrist and moved her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, the pads of her fingers resting on her mound. “Jace is being so nice to you, don’t you think you should give him a little taste?”

Her heart stuttered in her chest, and she moistened her lips. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Reid caressed her arm. “Go ahead then, sugar.”

After a steadying breath, she lowered her hand and ran two fingers along her slick folds. One brush against her clit and she thought she may tip over the edge right there. Just a few strokes and she’d be there. But she wasn’t ready for it to be over yet; she wanted to let the guys decide when it was time.

Jace’s hooded gaze never left hers as she raised her hand to him. He grabbed her forearm and brought her glistening fingers to his mouth. With unhurried reverence, he sucked them clean. “Your girl is so fucking sweet, Reid.”

Her pussy clenched as if he’d licked her clit instead of her fingers, and a whimper slipped past her lips.

Reid’s hands kneaded her legs. “Can’t wait to refresh my memory.”

Coarse fingers moved to her hips, and Reid tugged her panties off. A low groan rumbled from him. “Jesus, Brynn, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

She lifted her head to see his hungry gaze trace over her Brazilian wax job—something she’d started doing a few years earlier. “You approve?”

He traced his fingers over the baby smooth skin, making her writhe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier cunt in my life. So pretty and pink.”

She shuddered and his lips curved upward. “Still love the dirty talk, huh, sugar? I bet that lame-ass date you had the other night would’ve whispered gentle, polite words to you while he fucked you. Is that what you’d rather have?”

Two fingers slipped inside her channel, and Jace resumed sucking a breast. Her hips bucked against the delicious invasion, and she could only reply with a moan.

Reid’s fingers pumped harder, filling her just enough to make her yearn for more, but not enough to satisfy the needy ache. “Answer me, sub. Tell me what you prefer?”

She shook her head, not wanting to give in, even though she knew he knew the answer.

He bent lower and the very tip of his tongue flicked her clit once. Her muscles jolted and tilted her hips upward, seeking more. He kissed her mound, his lips landing right above her slit. “No, darling. You don’t get what you want until you answer me.”

As if punctuating Reid’s point, Jace pinched the nipple he wasn’t sucking, hard enough to make her gasp. Reid’s fingers slipped out of her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a second shy of begging. “I like it when you talk dirty.”

Reid’s fingers moved back inside, and she let her head relax against the arm of the couch again. With his free hand, he positioned her legs over his shoulders “Now you get to come for us, sugar.”

His lips pressed against her sex and his tongue swirled around her clit, sending electricity pulsing through her veins. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this keyed up, this turned on. It’d been so long since she’d been truly sexually satisfied that she’d almost forgotten what the climb felt like.

Her breaths turned to pants as the need for release gnawed at her dwindling control. Jace captured her mouth with his, and the lingering tastes of her own juices and caramel swirled along her tongue. She slid her hand along his muscled chest and twisted her other hand in Reid’s hair.

Sensations and scents and tastes whirled into a maddening tornado, twisting inside her, pushing her to the edge of the abyss. Reid sucked her clit into his mouth and dragged his teeth lightly over it. Oh, God. A piercing scream ripped from her throat and poured into Jace’s kiss, her orgasm shattering her into a million different shards of glittering pleasure.

The men continued pushing her, ratcheting up her volume, until she wondered if the people outside the building could hear her. Then, as if sensing she couldn’t take another second, both eased back, giving her a chance to drift back to earth.

After her breathing calmed, her body sagged into the couch, sweat glazing every inch of her. Reid slipped her legs off his shoulders and replaced Jace at his side. He brushed the damp hair off her forehead and her lids fluttered closed. “Beautiful, sugar. Take a minute to relax. We’re not done with you yet.”

Her eyes blinked open, and he smiled as he took her hand and put it on the impressive erection straining against his pants. “You still have two very hard cocks to take care of.”

She ran her hand along the length of him, all brain activity numbed by the afterglow of her rocking orgasm. “Looking forward to it, sir.”

He bent down and kissed her tenderly, catching her off guard. “That’s my girl.”

His girl. The words sent a jagged slice through her chest, ripping through the stitches of the old wound. She turned her head before he could see the stupid tears that jumped to her eyes.

FOURTEEN

then

Brynn slipped off her shoes before she pushed through the front door so she wouldn’t wake her sister or her mother with the click clacking of her heels. But when she stepped inside, she was surprised to see the light of the television flickering on the walls of the living room, and her mother lying on the couch awake.

Brynn glanced at the time on the VCR—2:21 a.m. Usually her mother went to bed early on her nights off. “Hey, what are you still doing up?”

Her mom sat up, pulling the afghan she had draped over her legs around her. With her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and no makeup on, she looked younger than her thirty-eight years—pretty, even with the world-weary lines around her mouth and eyes. She nodded in Brynn’s direction. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I had a date.”

Her mother eyed her outfit, her gaze shrewd enough that Brynn knew she hadn’t been drinking tonight. “Where’d you get that dress?”

She and Reid had gone to a restaurant outside of town, and he had surprised her with a new dress for the occasion. Brynn set her shoes by the door, wishing she had come through the back instead of the front. “It was a gift.”

Her mother’s shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “Baby, you’re treading in dangerous territory.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw that boy you’ve been going out with. Saw his clothes, that brand-new truck he’s driving. And I can tell you that dress cost at least a few hundred dollars.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and dropped onto the love seat. “So.”

“So, I’ve been down that path. Handsome guy. Lots of money. Makes you feel like a princess. It’s hard to resist. But relationships with boys like that are bad news.”

Anger began to percolate in her belly. “You don’t know anything about him.”

“I know his type. And his type only dates girls like you for one reason. They use you and then when they get bored, they leave and go marry a girl who’s a member of their country club.”

“Mom, with all due respect, you’re the one who lets guys use you for sex. Not me.”

Instead of the angry retort she expected, sadness crossed her mother’s tired face. “You’re right. I’ve made more mistakes than I can count. I never meant for my life, your lives, to be this way. But sometimes once you start rolling down a hill, you find there’s no way back up it.”

Brynn looked down at her hands, unable to bear the tears gathering in her mother’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft. “I’ve earned it. But I’ve also learned a lot along the way, and I love you too much to watch you follow the same path. You’re too smart and good-hearted to let some guy take advantage of you. Go to school. Get a job that allows you to support yourself without any help from anyone. Then, worry about falling in love.”

“I’m not in love,” she said, maybe a bit too quickly.

Her mother nodded, though the knowing look in her eye said she didn’t buy it. “Just be careful, baby.”

“I will. I promise,” she said, even though her mother had it all wrong. Reid wasn’t one of those guys. He’d proven over and over how much her cared about her and wanted to be with her. She climbed off the love seat and headed toward her bedroom, but paused before she left the room. “Mom?”

“Hmm?” she asked, her gaze lifting from the TV.

“I love you, too, you know.”

She smiled. “I know, baby.”

Reid’s shoulders tensed as soon as he parked his truck in the driveway and saw the kitchen lights were still shining brightly through the windows of the main house. He checked the clock on the dash. Almost three a.m. Not a good sign that someone was still up. The back door swung open before he’d even cut the engine. Aw, hell. An even worse sign. His aunt was waiting up for him.