Chapter 5
Her heart fluttered, her blood heated, and Holly could have sworn she heard a choir of angels singing. Surrounded by the essence and the substance of Alan Wilson, she could only give what he demanded, and take what he offered.
Overwhelmed by his masculinity, Holly understood on one level that after this kiss, he would have no doubts as to her lack of experience. But she also knew the next kiss she gave him would be better.
Hot and wet, wild and wonderful, she tasted him, opening her mouth when his tongue pressed against her closed lips. His flavor sent tingling bits of excitement all through her body. When he stroked her tongue with his, she responded in kind. Our tongues are dancing. She imagined the music would be a slow, heavy, sexy beat—maybe Bolero, as clichéd as that was.
Everything inside her became right and hungered at the same time as he pulled her closer and the kiss deepened. His tongue caressed her teeth and seemed to explore every bit of her mouth. She swallowed and knew she took a part of him inside herself. The image shimmered, making her excited as she thought of how else she could take him inside.
Slowly, yet way too soon, he lifted his head, his gaze heated and searing. “My God, woman. You nearly made me come in my pants.”
“I did? But…” She stopped when he ran the pad of his thumb over her wet lips. That was such a blatantly erotic gesture, she shivered.
“I’m so grateful, honey. Selfishly grateful that Duncan and I get to be the ones to teach you everything—that we get to be the first ones to have you.”
Relief bubbled through her. Because she had read a lot of romance books as well as numerous articles and essays about nearly everything to do with relationships, Holly understood that some men didn’t appreciate a woman’s chastity, let alone her virginity.
She was very glad that these men appreciated the woman she was.
“Come here, sweetheart. I need some of that heat.”
Holly turned her head to look at Duncan. Alan’s hands encircled her wrists, tugging gently. She released Alan and reached for Duncan.
This time she was ready and when Duncan lifted her, she moved with him, and slipped her arms around his neck. She didn’t mean to tease him, but she was so eager to kiss him that she licked her lips.
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared in response to the gesture. Then he slid his arms around her, enfolding her securely, and pulled her snug against him so that she felt her breasts plump on his chest. He lowered his head and her eyes drifted shut, his sweet smile the last thing she saw before he laid his lips on hers.
Duncan actually tasted different, and that surprised her. A hot, moist heat filled her as his flavor teased her senses and tantalized her tongue. Opening her mouth, she returned his kiss, indulging the dance Alan’s tongue had just taught her with Duncan’s. Yes, the two men tasted different one from the other, but they both tasted amazingly good.
Duncan slid his lips against hers as his tongue lapped at every bit of her mouth. He sucked on her, and that suction seemed to reverberate through her entire body. Her nipples, already transformed into tiny rock-hard points, seemed to throb. Her hips gave a little roll, her inner feral woman signaling that her body longed for another, more intimate dance.
When Duncan finally lifted his head, she opened her eyes and felt her heart trip at the look in his eyes.
Holly sighed. So far, she was having a really good time. “I like kissing.”
Duncan chuckled as he eased her off his lap, settling her on the blanket. He kept his hand against her back until she was sitting upright on her own.
“Well that’s handy,” he said.
It didn’t escape her attention that she was exactly between them. She had no idea what happened next, but she trusted these two men to keep her safe. Practically the entire town had to know by now that they’d had lunch together—and since Alan had assured her that Carrie was okay with Holly riding her horse, they likely all were also aware the three of them had taken themselves off for some private time.
Holly wasn’t certain why, but knowing that everyone likely knew her business didn’t bother her the way she thought it might.
“So you like kissing. I wonder what else you’ll like?” Alan’s voice had dropped at least an octave. The deep sexy sound aroused her. Sitting on the blanket between these two very compelling men caused her belly to shiver. Yes, she was nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous, and she wanted more.
She wouldn’t miss a moment of any of these feelings for the world. She looked from one man to the other. “I have no idea what I’m going to like. I don’t even know for certain what all’s on the menu.”
“Just appetizers today, honey,” Alan said.
“A few more kisses and maybe a little touching. We don’t want to rush you, sweetheart.”
“What if I want to rush me?”
Alan cupped the side of her face, lifting gently so she could meet his gaze. “It’s our responsibility to take care of you. That means you have to trust us to set the pace.”
Curious and still needing to take the measure of these men, she said, “Y’all ever hear of Women’s Lib?”
“Oh, you bet,” Alan said. “We’re all for equal pay for work of equal value, and a woman’s right to set her own course in life.”
“You get the urge to go burn your bra, sweetheart, we’ll run right out and get you some matches.” Duncan nodded.
“But we’re not going to let you try and sweet-talk us into hurting you, Holly. Not ever. We don’t want to rush into things and have you regret it after. That would wound us both.”
She met Alan’s gaze, and then Duncan’s, so they could both see she was serious. Their words had just reassured her. “Good. All right, then, I’ll trust you both to set the pace. But I do have one question.”
“And that is?” Duncan ran his hand up and down her back, making it hard for her to focus on what she wanted to say.
“Will somebody please kiss me again?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Alan moved so quickly and in such a decisive, manly way, he stole her breath and teased laughter from her.
He laid her down on the blanket and stayed above her, just a couple of inches separating them. He brushed a stray wisp of hair back from her face. His gaze remained on her, and she had no doubt that she had all of his focus.
“I really like the taste of you, Holly Bethune. I want to gulp you right down. It’s not easy, taking things slow.”
“You mean it’s hard?” Oh, Holly, you are such a naughty girl. She couldn’t have stopped that cheeky question if she’d tried.
She was a virgin, but she’d been reading books that had provided her with a fine education in the art of physical relationships.
She could see Alan fighting his laugh. “Honey, it’s as hard as a rock, and it has been since we stepped into the library this morning and I breathed you in.”
“That sounds painful.” Breathless, hungry, she could only keep her gaze fixed on his eyes, and her hands on his arms, as she waited.
“The sweetest torture I’ve ever known.” The whispered words landed on her lips. Unable to wait another moment longer, she raised her chin, directing her mouth toward his.
Oh, yes! This time she had an idea what to expect. She stroked Alan’s tongue with hers, sampling his taste, drinking in his flavor. Her hands explored him. Her fingers caressed the taut, work-hardened muscles of his shoulders and arms, and the heated, smooth texture of his neck. Then she buried her fingers in his hair, and held him close.
Alan changed his position slightly, lifting his lips from hers and placing tiny little kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and even her nose. Then he looked down at her, playing his finger back and forth beneath her bottom lip.
“Will you let me touch your breasts?”
“Yes, please.” Did she have breasts that would welcome a man’s touch, or were they the sort that didn’t respond? Holly knew that different women felt different things when their breasts were stimulated, and…
Alan ran his hand very lightly back and forth across the front of her T-shirt, a gentle caress that traced the shape of first one breast, and then the other. His touch sent those butterflies back to the roller coaster. It also made her nipples contract, the skin puckering so tight it was very nearly painful.
Unable to stop herself, Holly arched her back, chasing Alan’s hand as her arousal began to grow.
“You’re very responsive, Holly. Your nipples have become hard little buttons. Do you like this?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips and met Alan’s gaze. “I like it a lot.”
“Good. I want to take your T-shirt and your bra off you. Will you let me? Those are the only pieces of clothing we’ll ask for today.”
Holly couldn’t dismiss the sense of daring, of excitement—or the sense of being naughty. Truthfully she couldn’t have said which of the three sensations was the most potent. Her heart was beating fast, and she wondered if the temperature hadn’t suddenly risen.
“Yes…all right.”
She’d never before been plagued with any kind of body image issues. She’d looked at herself in the mirror enough to know that her body was average. Neither skinny nor fat, she had curves, and had always been content with her appearance. Now, as Alan helped her to sit up, and then reached for the hem of her shirt, she worried that they wouldn’t find her breasts pleasing.
“Are you sure, honey? We don’t want to rush you.”
“I’m sure—just nervous. I’m afraid you won’t like…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Actually when Alan’s gaze went soft, and he smiled just that way, the words that had been on the edge of her lips, waiting to jump into the air, disappeared.
“Trust me, Holly. We’re going to like…a lot.”
Alan began to lift the hem of her T-shirt. Unable to look away from his heated stare, she lifted her arms.
The men didn’t give her a moment to adjust to having her bra between her breasts and their eyes. Before she could take her next breath, she felt Duncan move, and gasped as he unhooked the lingerie.
Holly’s hands flew to the front of her bra, an instinctive reaction as she tried to hold the white lacey garment in place.
“We need to see you.” Alan said nothing more. He simply eased her hands away, and then slid the thin straps down her arms.
“You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” Alan reached out and gently ran the back of his hand under her right breast. Such a simple touch, really, but its effect left “simple” far behind.
Holly’s breath caught as Alan continued the subtle caress. She could feel her nipples drawing tighter, and understood for the first time how her body did that as a means of showing her arousal.
Then Duncan reached out and cupped her left breast. Holly looked down. She didn’t overflow his hand, but filled it nicely.
“You’re so soft here, sweetheart.” Duncan’s tone held reverence.
Holly shivered. She became aware of a tiny trickle between her thighs. Before she’d thought about it, her inner muscles clenched. Almost as if my body is trying to stop that small leak. But the result of those muscles contracting wasn’t a noticeable stopping of her feminine juices. It was a surge of arousal. Holly bit down on her lip, stifling a moan.
Alan shook his head, and used one finger of his other hand to rub her bottom lip. “Let us hear you, honey. We want to know that we’re pleasing you. Does this feel good? Do you want more?”
Holly had never felt like this—achy and needy and excited and yes, a little scared. She licked her bottom lip, brushing Alan’s finger with her tongue. His gaze seemed to burn hotter, and he inhaled sharply.
“Yes. It feels…it feels like more.”
“Good.” Alan ran his finger over her bottom lip one more time. Then he took his finger off her and smiled at her. It was one of the nicest smile’s she’d ever seen on anyone. He looked over at Duncan and nodded.
Duncan moved in closer and cupped the side of her face, urging her to look at him. “Let’s see how good we can make you feel. And, Holly? Anytime you want to stop, just say so, sweetheart. You’re in control here. Okay?”
She nodded to let him know she understood the words he’d said, even though she sure as heck didn’t feel in control. But that was all right. One of the things she’d loved about so many of the books she’d read was the way the heroes would do what needed doing, when it needed to be done.
Duncan leaned into her, wrapped his arm around her, and settled his mouth on hers. Holly closed her eyes and let herself fall into his kiss. She loved the taste, the way his mouth slid against hers in a soft and sultry rhythm. When he stroked his tongue against her closed lips she opened, and welcomed that part of him inside her body. Duncan drank from her, his tiny little sips drawing her arousal higher, whetting her appetite for more.
She thought for one moment that the world tilted, but when she felt the angle of his kiss change, when she felt the soft blanket beneath her, she understood he’d laid her down again.
He lifted his head and looked down at her. The passion in his eyes excited her, and when he flicked his glance down, when she knew he was looking at her naked breasts, the hunger in his expression answered any concerns she’d had about being inadequate.
“Your nipples look as pretty as summer berries.” Duncan’s right arm curved above her head and his fingers stroked her hair. He used his left hand to cup each breast in turn. He stroked her nipples with his thumb and finger, tugging slightly. Every time he did that, Holly felt a tingling excitement racing through her body, ending between her legs.
I thought the authors were being poetic, but there really is a nerve that seems to run from my nipples to my clit.
The thought alone made her roll her hips.
Duncan smiled. “So far, so good?”
He expected her to be able to answer a question with words? In a sentence? The only answer she could give him was an inarticulate moan. She had no idea what she’d just said to him, but judging by the way his smile turned sexy and he licked his lips, he understood her just fine.
“Okay, sweetheart. One more little appetizer. I’m eager to find out how you taste.”
How she tasted? He’d already tasted her when he’d kissed… “Mmm, oh, yes. Duncan!”
Wet and warm and wonderful, Duncan’s tongue stroked her nipple, and then his lips latched on and he suckled strongly, drawing her nipple into his mouth. Heat and arousal exploded, and Holly cried out as she arched her back. Her hands grabbed hold of his head and she pressed him closer, demanding more in the only way she knew how.
When he raised his head, a sound of disappointment bubbled out of her—replaced seconds later with a sound of hunger as Alan tasted her other nipple.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Holly could have sworn that fireworks were igniting all over her body. The shimmering need, the electric shock-like pleasure prickled all over her. She rocked her hips as if that action alone would ease the ache and give her that something…that something that was beckoning her forward just out of reach.
“My God, you’re so responsive.” Alan placed sweet kisses on her face, and then slipped his arm around her. “And you taste better than good.” He returned his mouth to her breast, and lapped and suckled until she thought she might go insane.
“Oh please, oh please! I need…” She knew, intellectually what it was she needed, but she had no idea how to get there.
Alan raised his lips, his gaze immediately skirting over her head—looking, she knew, at Duncan.
“It’s all right, Holly,” Duncan said. He moved in closer. “We’re going to take care of you.”
“We didn’t mean to let it go this far, honey. But you’re so responsive to us. Easy, now. We won’t hurt you.”
Duncan returned to her left breast and suckled, bringing the h
eat and the need to a boil within her. Alan’s words hadn’t made sense. Not until she felt the snap on her jeans released and her zipper pulled down.
Duncan released her nipple with a swirl of his tongue, and then kissed a path up to her lips. He placed a gentle kiss there, and nodded toward his friend.
Alan’s mouth covered hers, and as he used his arm under her shoulders, to draw her closer, she felt his other hand on her stomach. His fingers slid down, beneath the opened waist band of her jeans.
He stroked over her cotton-covered mound, and Holly jerked as a sharp tendril of pleasure shivered through her.
He lifted his lips. “I’m going to pleasure you, Holly. Relax, honey, and let me show you what it’s going to be like for us.”
Oh, God. She knew what he meant to do. When he began to pet her mound, when his fingers pulled aside the cotton crotch and then trailed down to her slit, her gaze met his and she rolled her hips, her body knowing instinctively what it needed and how to get it.
His smile soft, Alan held her gaze as his fingers caressed, up and down, and then around, until he found what he was looking for. Holly couldn’t prevent the way her entire body jolted as he stimulated her clit.
Then he lowered his head and pressed his smile against her lips. His tongue sought entrance and she opened to him, sucking him in.
Alan used his fingers to penetrate her pussy at the same time his thumb stroked her clit. Holly saw stars as everything inside her bubbled over, as wave after wave of the most stunning and astonishing sensations consumed her in a fire of white-hot passion, burning away the innocence she’d been wrapped up in for so long.
As she came down, she couldn’t help but think she’d been made new again—and that anything, anything, was now possible.
Chapter 6
Alan wrapped his arms around Holly and tucked her in close. Duncan arranged himself on her other side until he spooned her. Satisfaction settled on Alan. If he and Duncan had their way, they would spend the rest of their lives, just like this, with their woman snuggled between them.
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