by Cameron Dane
Jace roared with first contact, and his big body jolted, as if zapped by lightning. He dug one hand each into Jasper's and Sarah's hair, pulling, and Jasper knew exactly what was happening to the man. Needing to feel it, Jasper reached down, going for Sarah's mouth again, and touched the smooth head of Jace's cock, already spewing cum onto her tongue. Thick seed dropped onto Jasper's finger, and before Jasper even knew he did it, he moved his cum-smeared digit to Jace's chest, anointed his other nipple with it, then kissed his way over and lapped it up. Bitter and salty combined on Jasper's tongue, shockingly sharper than the taste of his own ejaculate, but the new flavors quickly swirled arousal to tingling in Jasper's balls.
Jasper continued to minister to Jace's upper body, learning the heat and musky flavor of his flesh. Eventually, the other man's tension released; Jace supported himself against the wall, and the strong beat of his heart slowly returned to normal. Or what Jasper assumed was Jace's normal. As it did, Jasper pulled away and took a moment to right his underwear and jeans.
Holy shit. The first claws of uncertainty almost nicked at Jasper, but right then Sarah said, with marvel in her voice, “That was amazing,” and pushed his discomfort aside. She looked back and forth between the two men with pure satisfaction putting a shimmer on her pink-tinged skin. “You guys stirred up all kinds of heat together.”
Jace nudged Jasper as he straightened his own pants. Looking Sarah up and down with a thoroughness that deepened her blush to full body, Jace then came back to Jasper, still clearly simmering with arousal. “Bet she's sweet as hell inside, isn't she?” he said.
Flashing back to his first sip of this woman, Jasper felt a smile take him over. “Oh yeah.” The words, the strange sense of camaraderie, shared desire, poured out of Jasper without any of his usual reserve. “Pure honey.”
Sarah's brows pulled together, creating furrow lines. “What?”
That wicked, biting grin of Jace's spoke of his intentions, and it drew out an answering need in Jasper.
“You didn't think you were getting out of this without our full attention on you, did you?” Jace asked Sarah. He knelt beside her, flipped her right onto her back, and spread her legs. “Because you're not.”
Oh my goodness . Sarah looked at Jace and then up to Jasper, watching the two men share a glance that spoke volumes without words. What have I started?
As fast as that exchange happened, Jasper lowered himself to his knees, flanking Sarah opposite Jace, and her heart rate kicked up triple time. Jasper slid his hand up her inner thigh, drawing her lightweight dress up to her waist as he did it. With her panties already long ago twisted up into a little ball back in the living room, Sarah was completely bare below, her sex swollen, wet, and exposed. Jasper ran his fingers down the length of her slit, and Sarah moaned and pumped her hips for more, quivering for him.
“Goddamn it,” Jace said, then whistled. “She responds so completely to the slightest touch.”
“Yeah.” Jasper nodded. He skimmed his fingers along her pussy again, this time dipping just the tips into her crease, driving Sarah mad with the shallow caress. “She likes me to touch her everywhere. It's excitin' as hell.”
“Amen to that.” Jace slipped his hand between Sarah's thighs but pulled back before he made contact with her body. He looked to Jasper, his hand held in midair. “Is this all right?”
Jasper lifted his focus to Sarah. His hazel eyes were almost overrun with deep colors of the forest, but mixed with the passion, a request for permission lurked within.
Holy hell, these two men touching me at the same time. And Jasper wants it too. Sarah's core throbbed just thinking about it. “If it's okay with you.” She nodded. “I want it too.”
Nodding back, Jasper guided Jace to Sarah's cunt. He covered Jace's hand with his own, lining up their index and pointer fingers, and sank all four deep into Sarah's body. Then, as a unit, they started to move.
With the first pump of penetration, Sarah curled her toes into the carpet and nearly lost her mind. “Mmnn God, yeees…” She tunneled her hands into her hair and knotted them into fists as her channel pulsed and clutched at the thick tangle of fingers invading and retreating from her pussy.
With one hand dark, olive in tone, and the other a light golden tan, Jace and Jasper held Sarah's legs spread with one palm each on her inner thighs and worked her pussy over in tandem as if they'd been doing it forever. Their gazes burned from over her body: Jace's pale and luminous and Jasper's sparking with shards of gold. It was as if they fed off each other, and the result culminated in taking her cunt with deep strokes, then letting their tangled fingers run all up and down her slit from her clit to her asshole, making her shake and opening her even more.
Jace watched his and Jasper's hands dip in and out of Sarah's swollen nether lips. The pink, shiny flesh surrounded their work-rough fingers again and again as they pushed in and out. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured, awe lacing his voice.
“Nothin' prettier in the whole goddamn world,” Jasper agreed. He slid his hand under Sarah's dress and shoved it up to her neck, displaying her flat belly and the white demibra concealing her breasts. “Every bit of her.” He snapped the front clasp, and her breasts spilled free, revealing the already tightened buds of her deep red nipples.
Jasper spread his palm over one of her breasts and squeezed the tip between two of his digits. The dark twist of her nipple poked out from between his fingers, and Sarah moaned at the sweet pain, feeling the touch tow a line all the way to her core. Another glance occurred between Jasper and Jace, and suddenly Jace leaned over, took that little bit of nipple into his mouth, and sucked on it deeply, pulling more and more of her breast past his lips. Jace suckled her, and Jasper slipped his hand away, only to dip down and take her other tit past his lips, opening wide and covering as much of her skin as he could. Jasper swirled her nipple around in his mouth, and Jace pulled on her with incredible suction, and together they continued to plow her pussy with relentless strokes from their fingers, making blood rush through Sarah so fast, she didn't know if she was coming or going, just that she felt strung so tight, she thought she might burst.
Releasing her nipple, Jasper turned his head and faced Jace. “Better than berries and cream, ain't she?” He stuck out his tongue and licked down the slope of her breast, murmuring pleased noises as he did.
Jace started licking from the other side and met Jasper in the middle. “Christ, she's sweet. Never been so hard just from the taste of a woman in my life.” He uttered that gutturally, then captured Jasper's tongue and leaned in for more, taking his mouth in a rough kiss.
Sarah should care that they talked about her like an object, but Jasper and Jace together like this turned her on so much—whether focused on each other or her—that their conversation only flooded her pussy with greater excitement and drove her desire for more.
God, I want them to fuck me. At the same time.
She moaned and whipped her hips against the floor, nearly out of control. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, grabbing Jace's and Jasper's buried digits, but still she did not come.
Jace broke his kiss with Jasper and said roughly, “She's so fucking wet too.”
Shifting upright, Jace pulled his fingers out of Sarah's channel and smacked her pussy lips with a couple of taps above and below Jasper's embedded fingers, jerking a shocking line of joy all up and down her body. She shivered below, opening like a flower with the light contact.
Jace's pupils flared, and his chest expanded as he inhaled. “Incredible.”
With one man playing with her on the outside and the other still working her sex inside, Sarah's body became a frenzy of confused delight. She writhed on the floor like a wanton, swishing and thrusting her hips in a frantic tempo, searching desperately for release.
So close to the edge, so fast, Sarah reached down and unearthed her clit, allowing cool air to wash over the nerve-rich protrusion. “Please…” She teased the tip on her own, needing the concentrated touch right now. �
�One of you…both of you…suck me, lick me.”
Already at her cunt, Jace groaned and buried his face in her mound. He sucked her clit and rolled it between his lips, and Sarah released a keening animal noise between clenched teeth. Everything inside coiled, blowing her mind and body out of control with sensation. Right before she exploded, Sarah bit back her release and pulled Jasper off her breast. She yanked his face up to her hers, found the safety of his hazel stare, and her world became perfect.
She held Jasper to her and whispered, “I love you,” just as Jace flicked her bead and hurled her straight into orgasm. No voice, the pleasure too intense, Sarah screamed silently inside as she came. Jasper kissed her with shaking softness, and Jace somehow continued to work her pussy over between the frantic jerking of her hips and the crazy squeezing of her soaking sex.
Sarah felt like she trembled endlessly, but eventually the tension in her limbs gave out and her body went lax, with only her breasts rising and falling as she tried to regain her breathing. Fingers left her channel, inducing a final shiver. Right on top of that, Jace brushed his lips against her lower belly, grazing her damp skin with a line of soft licks and kisses that eventually reached her mouth. He moved his lips in such a way as to kiss both Sarah and Jasper at the same time.
Oh wow. Sarah had a stunning, fine man lying on either side of her, snuggled into her, and not flinching at touching each other. This happens in porn and erotic novels, not in real life.
Then Jace said, “We should have a conversation about what just happened and what we intend to do about it.” Jasper tightened against her immediately, and the first threads of “perfect” tickled Sarah's nape and started to unravel.
Jasper pulled away and scrambled to his feet, quickly righting his clothes and taming his blond locks with his fingers. “It's good that you like each other so much.” His tone held a husky quality that sent chills down Sarah's spine. “I always figured you did.” Jasper continued taking steps backward until his back hit the front door. He put his hand on the knob and turned. “You can be a couple now, and Jace can be a good boyfriend and keep you safe.”
Sarah shot upright, pushing her dress back in place. Beside her, Jace stood too. “What are you saying?” she asked, not even trying to keep the squeak of pain out of her voice. “You're my boyfriend.”
“Can't be anymore,” Jasper said. “We gotta break up.”
Chapter Eleven
We gotta break up. Jasper stood a half dozen feet away from Sarah, and she didn't think she had ever seen a man who looked more gutted than he did right now.
It matched the sharp stab of pain in her stomach to a tee.
Sarah saw Jasper twist the doorknob, and she lunged, slamming her open palm to the wood and banging the door shut. “What the heck are you talking about, Jas?” She blinked rapidly, working like the devil to keep tears out of her eyes. “Why are you breaking up with me? Is it because of”— Oh God, what did I do?—“what just happened?”
Heat suddenly crowded Sarah's back, and Jace spoke before Jasper could. “No, it's not what we did.” Jace's voice reeked of confidence. “At least it's not entirely about what just happened on this floor.” Jace moved in beside Sarah and dipped his head down to eye level with Jasper's. “You're scared about something; I can see it in your eyes and hear it in the thickness of your voice. Nothing we did would put this kind of fear in you. Not so quickly anyway.”
“And you're sad,” Sarah added. That sense of distance Jasper had maintained with her when they first became friends permeated the air right now, sinking into Sarah's flesh and making her bones hurt. “Tell me what's wrong.”
“I have to stay away from you,” Jasper said, his voice breaking. He made eye contact, showing a bleakness she'd never seen in him before. “My brother showed up in town today and said he wanted to be in my life again.” He swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed. “In my pretty girlfriend's life too.”
Samuel Simmons. Oh no.
Poor Jasper.
“Son of a bitch.” Jace swore a tirade of other foul words under his breath. “Did that sick twist of an SOB threaten her?”
“Not out-and-out,” Jasper answered. Where moments ago his skin perspired and reddened with passion, it now turned clammy with a grayish cast. “But I know what he was sayin' and I know what he's capable of doin'.”
Jace crackled with contained energy, and Sarah wondered how he didn't implode with anger on the spot. “How did that bastard get out of prison so fast?”
“Never went,” Jasper said. “I asked him that too. He says the girl changed her mind about what happened. I don't put it past him to give her some help doin' it neither.” Jasper looked at Sarah, and she thought he looked like he might vomit. “You see why I can't be around you no more.”
He didn't try to correct his speech mistake, and Sarah's heart cracked. She didn't care, but she knew how he worried and worked so hard at it, and that effort made her so very proud. The fact that he was so terrified he didn't hear the error, or that he had given up… Either way, the lack of terse correction of himself tore through Sarah worse than a knife blade.
She grabbed Jasper's arm and tried to pull him to her. “You can't let him intimidate or manipulate you like this,” she said, her begging obvious. She didn't care; for Jasper, she would willingly look desperate and needy.
Cupping her cheek, Jasper spoke roughly. “Yeah, I can.” Untangling himself from her hold, he grabbed the doorknob again. “For you, to keep you safe, I can, and I will.” Jasper's lips tilted, but it didn't remotely resemble a smile. “Good-bye, Sarah.” His gaze lifted for a moment to the tall man standing quietly beside her. “Jace.” He dipped his head. “Take good care of her.” He opened the door and slipped out without another word.
“No!” Sarah grabbed the door handle, but Jace covered her hand, applying pressure she could not combat. She turned on him and pushed him in the chest. “Back off! I need to stop him before he leaves.”
Jace barely swayed under her shove. “Let him go, honey,” he said gently in the face of her near snarl. “At least for now. Jasper needs to do this to feel like he's protecting you. Give him that.”
Sarah slumped against the door, her heart as much in that truck driving away with Jasper as it was standing here with Jace. “But I don't want Jasper to deal with his brother without me. We're supposed to be partners. We've always been so good at working things out together.”
“He's a man. You can't control or overcome his need to keep safe what he considers his.” Jace grimaced, and his pale irises deepened to mossy green. “Even if he's not going about it the right way.”
“What is the right way?”
Jace quirked a brow. “Haven't figured that out yet exactly, but I will.”
“We will,” Sarah corrected, grumbling.
Jace growled right back. “All right. We. I will keep you in the loop of my thoughts.” He fixed a stare on her. “I expect you to do the same. Don't make risky or dangerous moves without me.”
“As if I ever would.” Sarah just stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Men. “With or without your request.”
“Fine.” Jace had the intelligence to look guilty. “I know you get my point, so I'll leave it at that. I'm definitely going to track down Samuel Simmons and have a little chat with him, as a start. Just because I don't believe Jasper can alleviate the threat by staying away from you doesn't mean he's not right that Samuel is potentially dangerous.” He crossed his arms and started to pace a short path across the width of the hallway. “The problem with Jasper's plan is nobody looking at him is going to believe for one second that he's not still completely crazy about you. Samuel included.”
“Which means Samuel will probably still introduce himself to me, and so what is the point of Jasper staying away?”
“But Jasper can't see that right now, because he's scared. For you.” Jace shifted his focus her way midstride, pausing to look her over from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “I can't fault him f
or that. I know the feeling too well. I get so twisted up—”
The soft sound of a phone ringing close by pulled them both up short.
Sarah glanced at the utility belt hanging over the back of a chair by the front door. “I believe that's your cell.”
“Shit.” Jace grabbed the phone out of a little pocket, flipped it open, and put it to his ear. “Deputy Maxwell speaking,” he said. Jace paused, and while he listened in silence, his color deepened by degrees until his face was red as a tomato. “Sheriff, I completely lost track of time. I apologize. I'm at home. Give me fifteen minutes and I swear I'll be there. Tell everyone I'm sorry for holding up the meeting.” His gaze lifted to Sarah's, and his lips pulled to a tight line. Abruptly, his jaw started ticking, and he turned away. “Yes, sir. It won't happen again. Bye.”
After folding the phone and putting it back in the pocket on his belt, Jace rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes before turning and looking at Sarah again. “Damn it, I'm sorry; I have to go.” He looked like he struggled to spit out the words. “I was only supposed to be home to grab some food and relax for a few minutes. Crap, I don't want to leave all this stuff hanging between us, but…” He looked down at the disarray of his clothing and began backing down the hallway toward his bedroom. “I have to clean up fast and change before I head back out.” He paused at his door, his expression pained. “This girl… This case…” He couldn't seem to form complete thoughts in his current state, and Sarah somehow melted a little more for this stubborn mule of a man.
“I understand, Jace.” Sarah moved away from the front door to the arch that led to the living room. “You know I do. Go. Change. I don't want you to get in any more hot water because of me.” She shooed him into his room with a wave of her arm and walked into the living room, taking away his choice to stand in the hallway any longer.