He lifted his head. His lips were a bit swollen from all the sucking and tugging. “Just as soon as I finish sampling all you have to offer. This is a once in a lifetime for me, and I don’t want to rush it.”
Surely he had his pick of the women in town. A man like him could bring any woman to her knees. Those thoughts left her brain the moment his heated suction clamped onto her nipple. Spikes of lust shot through her body. One hand rubbed her neglected breast while his mouth devoured the other one.
Her thoughts scattered even more as he pulled on the tip harder and harder then suddenly moved to the other side. The one he’d abandoned stuck up bright red. Her breasts jiggled as he paid equal attention to the other one. When his hand rubbed the breast he’d recently attended to, the merest brush caused shivers to go straight to her pussy.
As if he, too, was close to losing control, he slid between her legs. “I love that you’ve waxed. It’s so sexy.” He dragged a finger down her small cleft. “You’re not a virgin are you?” He winked. Surely he knew the answer to that.
“No.” Clay must have told him that they’d made love. She wanted no secrets between them. “Clay made sure of that.”
He jerked back. “Clay was your first?”
That seemed to scare the crap out of him. “No, but I’ve only had a handful of lovers. None have come close to the Stegman brothers, I can assure you.”
The tension in his shoulders seemed to disappear as he lowered his head between her thighs. His finger traced a line around the outside. “So pretty.”
“You can do more than admire it.” If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d have to take some action.
He stuck his tongue in between the folds and licked upward. “You mean like this?”
Chapter Nine
Robin’s breath lodged in her throat at the effect his tongue had on her body. “Yes. Just like that. You can repeat as often as you like.”
Matt’s chuckle shot straight through her ears and down to her belly. The next lick came closer to her clit. She prayed he knew where it was. His tongue kept avoiding the top area. Bending her knees a bit helped her scoot down in the hopes he might accidently bump against the little nub.
He spread her legs wider and pressed his thumbs into her thighs as if he had no idea his own strength. The pressure let up, and he dragged one finger closer to her opening.
Keep going.
He lifted his mouth and pressed on her clit. Bull’s-eye! Her hips bucked upward. “Oh, God.”
“You a little sensitive there?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
He slipped his finger lower and delved into her wetness. She clamped down on his finger just as his mouth teased her wanton clit. Heat swooped in and caught her on fire. Unimaginable glory spread to every nerve as pulses of pleasure radiated everywhere. He kept sucking and flicking that sensitive pearl until she could no longer think.
She wasn’t sure if she could keep her climax at bay any longer. “I need your cock. Please.”
Begging wasn’t her style, but with the Stegman men she couldn’t help it.
He leaned back and licked his lips. “I have to say you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“You probably say that to all the girls.”
“I don’t lie.” His eyes twinkled, but the seriousness of his mouth told he meant what he said.
Thrilled at his confession, she needed him more than ever.
He patted her hips. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Only then did she realize that he might like to fuck her in the ass. In theory, she had no problem with it, but in practical terms, she might not be ready. “My pussy needs you.”
“That’s where I was planning on aiming my dick.” He tapped her butt. “This time. Trust me, I’ve been eyeing your ass ever since I first met you. It is sweet. But you aren’t ready.”
She was partly relieved but partly disappointed. “Can I have a rain check?” The experience wouldn’t be complete unless she made love to two men at once.
“I think that can be arranged.”
Her joy added to the pleasure. Matt got off the bed and retrieved a condom from the side drawer. She looked over her shoulder. “Can I put it on?”
“Will you behave?”
“There are no promises in life.”
He tossed the condom in front of her. She quickly lowered herself onto the bed and picked up the foil package. He stood in front of her, his cock gloriously glistening. She swiped a finger across the tip and licked the pre-cum. “Sweet and salty at the same time.”
He grabbed the base of his cock. “Hurry, or you might find it all over your stomach and tits.”
If she didn’t want to fuck him so bad, she might have liked to try out his theory. She opened the condom and placed it on the tip of his cock. “The head’s too big. It won’t fit.”
“You want me to do it?” His voice cracked.
“I know. I’ll lick him first. That will help me slide it on.” His groan was her reward.
Lifting the condom from the tip, she replaced it with her mouth. The moment her tongue slipped over the end, she had to have more. She wasn’t content to merely lick the tiny slit. In one fell swoop, she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the circumference.
“Jesus Christ. You’re killing me, darlin’.” She got in another few up-and-down motions before he lifted her shoulders. “I can’t take it anymore.” Pre-cum squirted out the top.
She stilled. If his cock spewed his goodies right now, she’d be hosed. She handed him the condom. “You do it.”
In one swift movement, he donned the latex. Without being asked, she returned to the hands and knees position. Giving his agitated state, she figured he’d dive into her right away. Wrong. The man nudged open her pussy lips with his cock and entered her dripping hole only to stop about an inch in.
“Keep going.” Her own voice sounded strangled.
“I want to play with these.” His hands found her tits.
The engorged tips rejoiced when he plucked at them again. Chaotic whorls of ecstasy burst over and down her body, and her climax built.
She nudged her hips back to take in more of him. “I’m so on fire.”
“Me, too. I’m like an inferno about to blow.”
He moved his hands from her tits to her waist and pressed inward, stretching her loving channel to the max. He eased back out and returned with a vengeance.
“I want you too much. I’m sorry,” he said.
She wasn’t sure what he needed to be sorry about. She wanted his cock maybe more than he needed her pussy. He drove into her until she was really close to exploding. Unintentionally she milked his cock.
“I’m trying to hold on.” His words came out in short breaths.
She was hanging on by a thread, too. As he proceeded to fuck her, heat built inside her. It was when he reached under her and thumbed her clit that all hell broke loose. He pistoned into her faster and faster, pushing her higher. Her climax built to the point where she could no longer stop the inevitable.
Rolling spasms cascaded down her inner walls. She let out a primal scream as her orgasm gained control. His balls slapped her ass, and she let loose another guttural cry. Her body ignited with an intense flame of desire as the orgasm claimed her.
He kept pumping and pumping until he jammed his cock into her, squeezed her waist, and groaned. His cock expanded and contracted with each pump of his life’s fluid. Hot jism filled her. Sound disappeared as blood raced through her veins.
It took a minute to regain her balance. The thrill of being impaled by his cock stayed with her. Minutes later he withdrew and patted her ass. He picked up the still-damp towel and wiped her clean then did the same to himself. He collapsed onto the bed next to her and pulled her to his side.
“That was extraordinary,” he said.
“I agree.”
She couldn’t imagine how anyone could survive having two men make love to her at the same time. Right now, Matt was all
she could handle.
After they rested a bit, goose bumps chilled her skin. Matt got up on his elbows. “It’s time to get dressed. You don’t need to catch cold.”
He was such a considerate man. Matt finished dressing before she did.
“I’ll get the fire going. The storm doesn’t seem to be letting up.”
Whoops. So focused on making love to him, she hadn’t even noticed. “I’d like a fire.”
She finished dressing and had just entered the living room when her phone rang. It had to be Bella checking up on her. Matt looked up. She withdrew the phone from her pocket.
“No way.”
“Who is it?”
“Work.” She mentally calculated the time change. It had to be after eight in Miami.
“You better answer it.”
She really didn’t want her job to intrude in her vacation, but knowing Brian, if she didn’t answer, he’d keep on calling.
“Yes, Brian.”
“Did you get the report I sent you?” She looked up and rolled her yes. “Yes.”
“When do you think you can send it back?”
“I’m on vacation.” She lowered her voice, not wanting to act too upset. She’d just climbed the highest mountain, and she didn’t need this downer.
“I tried working on it, but I need your expertise.”
She removed the phone from her ear. If she had the power, she might have considered getting rid of her assistant. He worked hard, but he just didn’t get marketing. Brian’s voice carried into the room, and she made the talking symbol to Matt with her fingers implying her assistant just wouldn’t give it up and let her go.
Matt smiled and shook his head. The sound stopped, and she replaced the phone to her ear. “I promise I’ll look at it first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you. Sorry to have bothered you.”
She disconnected and put the cell on vibrate.
“You must be very important if they have to bother you at this time of the evening.”
“I don’t know. There are too many projects and not enough people to handle them. The bosses seem to think they can heap the stuff on our plate and we’ll deal with it.”
He fanned the fire, and the warmth began to spread into the room. Still agitated, she moved closer to Matt. Being near him helped lower her blood pressure.
“I bet this Brian guy will be happy when you get back.”
“True. He’s not good going solo.”
Matt finished with the fire and sat next to her on the sofa. “That’s what I like about my life. I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself.”
“You worry about Clay and now Storm Front.”
His eyes almost glassed over. He got up and moved to the window. “The storm is slowing. I should go check on him. How about if I drive you home?”
She could take the hint. She didn’t belong in his world. “Great. I wasn’t up for walking home in the storm anyway.”
“That’s smart. The snow would have obliterated the path between the two homes. I’ll make sure to clear it again tomorrow.”
She was about to say why bother, since he seemed to think their two worlds could never be. Part of her knew that to be true, but hidden deep inside was something telling her she could make it work. Without the men asking her to stay though, she would never consider it.
“Do you think Clay’s okay?”
“He knows whether it’s worth driving home. He has a ton of friends in town. He’ll probably stay with one of them until the weather clears.”
* * * *
When Robin woke up the next morning, the storm had disappeared and the sun was out. She needed to go into town and get some groceries since she wanted to make a dinner for Matt and Clay to thank them for all they’d done for her. Hawk had agreed to take her to the store.
They pulled into their drive. “Thanks for driving me.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want to stress Bella. She shouldn’t be going out now anyway.”
“I agree.” Robin placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
Bella waddled in. She kissed her husband and helped unpack the bags. “So what are you going to make for your men?”
She liked the sound of Matt and Clay being called her men, but in four days, they’d be a distant but beautiful memory. At least she’d be warm again. She couldn’t wait to dig her toes in the sand and embrace the salt air and all Miami had to offer. The humidity, however, she could do without. And the work. And the loneliness.
“I’m making picadillo, black beans and rice, and flan for dessert.”
Bella rubbed her stomach. “Ah, I do miss the Cuban food. I tried to make some for the men. Clete loved it, but Hawk and Raven wouldn’t touch the stuff. They like their meat and potatoes.” She laughed. “To them ground beef and olives doesn’t constitute meat.”
It was good to know that Bella was so happy living here. Of all her friends, she would have pegged Bella to be the last one to make the transition from high society to Montana cowgirl. Though to be honest, Bella had become a successful entrepreneur, which probably gave her more satisfaction than working at the harried marketing firm. When her fiancé had asked her to quit her job, she’d been miserable. Some people were meant to have goals. Like me.
Bella nudged her. “You going to prepare it here and bring it over, or cook it there?”
She’d debated both of those scenarios. “I’m going to make it here so I can spend the maximum time with Clay and Matt.”
“I’m guessing you let them know that dinner will be provided.”
“Yes. I’ve found out how hard it is to have both men there at the same time. They do keep themselves busy.”
“Amen.”
“So where’s the frying pan?”
Bella helped locate all of the equipment she needed. “I can help make the flan. It’s my specialty.”
“If it won’t tire you out too much, I’d love the help.”
“No problem.”
Since Robin wanted this good-bye meal to be perfect, she took her time and cut no corners. “I’ll cook the rice over at the men’s place, but the rest I can bring over.”
“I’ll have one of my men drive you over. I bet Clay or Matt would be willing to bring you home.” She winked.
“What was that for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe after dinner, there might be a little foreplay, which could lead to a little ménage action.”
Her stomach flipped. “Am I that obvious?”
Bella chuckled. “You’ve slept with both men, and according to you, each was amazing.”
“They were.”
“I know you’re dying to find out what it’s like to make love to both men at the same time.”
“That’s true, but I’m a bit leery of how that works.”
Bella placed a hand on her arm. “I’m sure the men have figured it all out. Just let them be your guide.”
* * * *
The sun had just set when Hawk dropped Robin off in front of Clay and Matt’s home. The lights were on, and smoke was billowing from the fireplace.
“Thanks for the ride.”
He nodded and got out. She opened her door, and Hawk was already on the other side. “I’ll carry those inside for you.”
Hawk was the most reserved of Bella’s husbands, yet he, too, was a real find. “Thanks.”
The front door opened, and Clay and Matt rushed out. Matt took the remaining dish from her hands, and Clay helped her out of the car. The ground had a dusting of snow on it, but they’d kept the path clear.
Clay inhaled. “The food smells divine. What is it?”
She wasn’t going to give in that easily. “It’s a Cuban delight. I want you to experience a bit of Miami just like I’ve experienced a slice of Montana.”
Inside, Hawk set the food on the counter. He tossed them a grin and walked out.
“Thank you,” she yelled after him.
He held up a hand as he got back into his truck.
“Something red. You pick.”
All she needed to get ready was cook the rice. “Do you have a saucepan?”
Matt came up behind her. “We have everything you need.”
From the tone of his voice he was implying a lot more than supplying her with pots. “I just need one pot.”
He showed her their stash of cookware, and she picked one that fit. “Thanks.”
While she worked on the meal, the two men sat at the island and asked about her day. The questions were like what she always imagined it would be like living with a spouse. In this case, it would be with two men.
There were times when she let herself fantasize about staying here and loving them. Then ugly reality would rear its head, and she knew she had to leave. Sitting around and doing nothing wasn’t her style. She’d always been an overachiever and needed work to validate herself.
However, four days was a long time, and if she was lucky, she could get in a lot of loving. Tonight, she planned on seducing both men.
While the rice was cooking, she put the main course in the oven to warm. She returned to the island. “So how is Storm Front doing and her colt?”
Matt beamed. “They’re great. Maybe after dinner, if you’re in a brave mood, we can make our way out there. You’ll be surprised how strong they both look.”
“What have you named him?”
“Black Cloud.”
She laughed. “I love it. If Storm Front has more, are you going to call them Hurricane and Tornado?”
Clay slapped a hand on the counter. “See? I told you you’d taken the naming thing too far.”
“I like the name Black Cloud. My colt will be bold and powerful.” He held his head high.
She really enjoyed how they could joke with each other. The timer dinged. “I think dinner is ready.”
There was a small table in front of the counter the men had set. She bet the candle was Clay’s idea. Both men helped her put the food on the table. She had to admit it did smell good.
Too often, instead of cooking just for herself, she did take out. Being able to have a meal with others brought her so much joy. For the next few minutes there was nothing but silence as the men inhaled the food. Man, could these guys eat.
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