by Bella Blake
Megan’s eyes are half closed as she holds herself bowstring tight, her chest rising and falling shallowly, as though she’s caught up in the tense excitement of awaiting his touch.
I can barely manage to skim the rest of the page to answer Hugh’s question. “Yeah, that about sums it up,” I answer.
I’m ready to ditch the book and act out the rest of the scene in living color, but I don’t want to go too fast or overstep. I need a sign from Megan that she wants this to move from the page to real life.
My eyes are fixed on the two of them as Hugh teases her ever so slowly, moving his attention along the graceful lines of her neck, stopping just short of brushing his lips against her skin.
So close. I can tell it’s driving her crazy.
“Have you ever been kissed like that, Megan?” I ask, tapping a finger against the book.
She tilts her head toward me, baring more of her neck to Hugh as she does, and a little shiver runs through her as he shifts even closer to take advantage of it. “I can’t say that I have.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame,” I say, closing the book and setting it aside. It’s getting too dark to keep reading without a headlamp, and I’d much rather focus my attention on Megan than the story, anyway.
“It is,” she agrees, her gaze fixing on me, her eyelids heavy.
I turn toward her, reaching out as I do, and slowly run my thumb over her lower lip. Her mouth parts with a silent inhale, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
“A lass like you deserves to be ravished,” I say.
Her lips stretch into a sexy smile under my touch. “Oh, do I?”
The challenging spark in her gaze and the excited timbre of her voice completely undoes me. I have to stop myself from rushing forward, because I want to savor this moment, with the two of us staring into each other's eyes, volumes of desire passing between us. Every nerve in my body is humming with need and the air around us is full of a heated charge, like lightning ready to strike the second I press my lips to hers.
It’s something I’ve never experienced before, not like this. I hold there, my breath quickening as I caress my thumb across her pretty lips, drawing out the feeling as long as possible.
“Know any volunteers?” she murmurs against my finger. Her voice is husky and soft, and every word goes straight to my cock.
“I do,” Hugh says as he slides his hand over her jaw.
His fingers delve into her hair, ruining her ponytail even more. She lets him turn her face to his, and I find myself damn near grinning as I see how her chest shudders with quick, deep breaths.
He leans towards her, slow enough that she can pull away. But she doesn’t. Not our Megan, the one who clearly loves a challenge. Instead, she shifts toward Hugh encouragingly.
Their lips meet, and I swear I can practically see the sparks light up between them.
It’s mesmerizing and only intensifies my desire. Watching Hugh kiss her is like watching two lions fight for dominance. The feisty heroine in the book has nothing on our girl—she doesn’t back down an inch as Hugh deepens their kiss. I can’t tell who is actually being ravished, but it’s clear they’re both enjoying it.
I slide a hand across the bare skin of her stomach, and she pulls away from Hugh. The moment she turns toward me, I’m already there to capture her lips. Her mouth is welcoming, her tongue pressing against mine as I lick into her.
My hand is burning where it rests on her stomach, and I need more. I slip it under the shirt to feel her soft skin against my rough hands. The buttons of her shirt release, thanks to Hugh’s quick fingers, revealing a feast for our eyes.
We have to breathe at some point, and we pull apart from her to admire her curves. My cock responds eagerly to the sight, straining against the front of my pants. Yesterday, she had on a tank top underneath her button-down camp shirt, but this time there’s only the heavenly view of her bra and the swell of cleavage there.
There’s a moment of pause, all of us glancing at each other, checking in.
None of us say a word, but it’s clear something’s been unlocked between us three. Our little tower retreat is bristling with sensual energy, and the look on Megan’s face says all systems go. One of her hands grips my shirt, the fabric bunching in her fist, while her other hand slides around Hugh’s neck to pull him in for another kiss.
I look down to her tempting breasts, her nipples begging for my attention as they press against the fabric of her bra. I smooth my hand across her curves, and she arches against my touch. I tug her bra down, exposing her beautiful breasts, and my cock throbs as I feast my eyes on her.
Lowering my head, I cup her breasts in my palms, and her hand moves from my chest to my hair, her fingers twisting and pulling with need. She moans softly as I wrap my lips around a nipple, lavishing her with my tongue.
Never to be outdone, Hugh’s fingers stroke down her stomach, teasing her as he goes lower and lower. He shifts down, moving his kisses from her mouth to her jaw and then her neck.
Megan pants between us under our kisses and I lean over her to give her other breast the same attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Hugh’s fingers tug once at her waistband as he looks to her, a silent question in his eyes.
She gives him the sexiest fucking smile as she nods her permission.
Her eyes are shining with excitement, and she pulls in a deep breath, as though she’s barely holding it together as she waits for us to make the next move. That gets me even more revved up, making my pulse pound. I run a hand down her leg, grabbing her behind the knee and tugging her leg over mine, opening her to us.
“Mmm, yes,” she murmurs, dropping her head back as she gives herself over to our perusal.
Hugh makes quick work of the button and zipper before sliding his hand into her pants. I know the moment he touches her, because she lets out the most beautiful moan just as I lean down to kiss her, and I feel the vibration of the sound under my lips. It makes my cock throb, and I shift my hips, grinding against her thigh.
Everything falls away and all that matters is doing whatever it takes to ensure she keeps making those sweet little gasps and low moans.
I can tell Hugh has the same singular focus, and her hips buck up against his hand as he works her over. I lower my mouth to her breasts, teasing her with both my lips and fingers, before I need to kiss her again. It’s kiss her, or go crazy.
Hell, I might still go crazy.
I do exactly what Cormac does to Meredith in that damn novel of hers and I crush my lips to hers, invading her mouth. My hands are in her hair, pulling off that damn hair tie finally, setting her wild mane free. She comes alive under my kiss, with Hugh’s hand coaxing her closer to the edge, his hungry mouth kissing every inch of skin he can reach.
Her breathing grows faster, and she’s making little gasps now.
Goddamn, I love having her against me, my tongue on her skin as her climax nears. A little shot of jealousy runs through me because I want my hand where Hugh’s is. To be able to feel her slick wetness under my fingers, to be the one pleasuring her most sensitive spot.
But kissing her while she orgasms is the next closest thing to heaven I can imagine.
I lift my mouth to hers, savoring every sensual breath, every taste of her lips as she writhes between us, her body tensing. Her fingers dig into my shoulder and she clings to me, a long, low cry of ecstasy bursting from her. Hunger for her consumes me and I capture her lips with mine again, my tongue seeking hers.
Slowly, Megan comes down from her high, her body relaxing. Our kisses grow languid and I caress my fingers across her cheek.
She gives me the sweetest smile of blissful satisfaction, then turns to Hugh as he slides his hand out of her pants. He lowers his face to hers and she nips at his bottom lip playfully before kissing him. Their lips meet, slow and soft.
I lace kisses across her shoulder, wanting more, wanting all of her. But I hold back, willing myself to go at her pace.
When she yawns mid-ki
ss with Hugh, I let out a small huff of laughter. Hugh pulls back from her with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, and she grins sheepishly.
“Sorry,” Megan says apologetically. “I swear this isn’t boring in the slightest.”
I open my mouth to tell her it's okay, that it’s been a long day, but my words are cut off by a yawn of my own, the exhaustion of the last sixteen hours or so finally sinking into my bones.
Blinking, I shake my head. “I guess what they say is true—yawns really are contagious.”
“That, or you’re as tired as I am,” Megan says, running her fingers through my hair.
A weariness hits me at her words, as if my body has been waiting for permission to feel the full extent of exhaustion.
Night has fallen outside, casting us in deep shadows, just faint moonlight peeking through the heavy clouds to illuminate us. The soft glow on Megan’s face brings to mind the way the light of the campfire radiated off her skin last night, just a few hours before we left our tents in the middle of the night and began the arduous journey to the ridge.
It’s a sobering reminder of how long we’ve been awake.
“We should sleep. Honestly, if we try to go any further without at least a few hours of sleep, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed,” I admit, then tip my head toward my twin. “Mr. Universe here might have some reserves left, but I’m pretty sure I hit my peak a few hours ago.”
I press my lips to the side of her head, nuzzling her as Hugh and I adjust her bra and pull the sides of her shirt back together, covering up her breasts. Which is a damn shame and nearly a crime in my opinion, but I promise myself to get her fully naked later.
She laughs softly and twists her lips to the side in a dubious smile. “I don’t believe that for a minute—if that little sample was any indication.”
My brother rubs a hand down his face, and I can see he’s fighting the same weariness I am. “I hate saying this, but Chase is right.” He trails his hand over her arm, grabbing her fingers to press them to his lips with a chivalrous kiss. “And I refuse to disappoint you.”
I roll away for a second to grab the military-grade poncho liner out of my bag. It’s big enough to serve as a blanket in a pinch, and I always carry it with me because it’s come in handy for me time and time again. I return to Megan’s side and stretch out on the rough floor of the tower.
Hugh does the same, pushing Megan’s backpack out of the way so she can join us.
She buttons her shirt in place then turns on her side until her back is pressed to me. I drape the liner over us, then wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She wiggles her ass against my cock, the only part of me that isn’t exhausted.
“Pretty sure, no matter what happens, I can’t be disappointed after that,” she says as Hugh scoots closer to her, his fingers gently brushing her hair away from her face.
“That’s just the beginning,” he promises, slipping his arm under her head.
“You won’t need a Highlander fantasy after we’re done,” I add.
Megan lets out a sultry, sleepy hum in reply and I bury my face in her long hair, breathing in the scent of her as my eyes close. She murmurs softly once more, then her whole body becomes relaxed as she falls into dreamland.
On the other side of her, my brother is quiet except for deep, slow breaths, and I know he’s already on the way to joining her.
I fight to stay awake just a little longer, wanting to just soak in the feeling of having her here in my arms, but a wave of exhaustion sweeps through me. I let the warmth of her body and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest lull me into sleep at last.
10
MEGAN
The first thing I notice when I wake is how damn sore I am. My calves are tight as hell, my arms feel battered, and I’m pretty sure my back is as stiff as the floor I’m laying on.
The second thing I notice is how both guys are bracketing either side of me, which makes me completely forget about the first thing. I’d rolled over in my sleep, and now my back is nestled against Hugh, his arm around me and his hand slipped up under my shirt.
I’m filled with a torrent of emotions as I remember his fingers stroking me to a climax as we traded kisses, before Chase demanded some of his own. I’ve never done anything this crazy before. Before last night, the craziest thing I’d done was hooking up with an old boyfriend in the back of his car in a parking lot downtown during rush hour.
And now I’m here, in a near derelict fire watch tower with two sexy men—twins, no less—who gave me the best orgasm I’ve had in a year.
My traditional upbringing rises to the surface for a moment, reminding me that this is not how a lady behaves when in the company of men. I shove that notion away as quickly as it appears. Maybe I should feel ashamed for getting all hot and bothered with two almost-strangers, but I don’t.
All I can think about is Hugh’s hand on my skin and Chase’s leg laying over mine. It feels so right, being between them. And God knows, I need this.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so desirable.
I think I finally understand the type of intimacy my happily married friends always talk about. So what if it was with two men instead of one? Perhaps this is the universe making up for all the crappy dates and nights spent alone.
It only took a forest fire to help me find it.
The morning light struggles to break through the smoke outside, but it’s enough for me to drink in Chase’s rugged features as he sleeps. His expression is relaxed, peaceful even, and the rough stubble on his chin and cheeks is darker than yesterday. He has a streak of dirt just over his left eyebrow, and I want to use it as an excuse to touch him.
I can’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t.
I caress his jaw and watch as his eyelids flutter as he stirs. Giving him a soft smile, I move up his cheek and run my thumb over the small ashy streak. His gorgeous blue eyes open, and I feel my heart slamming against my ribs and butterflies swirling in my stomach.
My mornings usually start with Chica demanding head scratches, followed by me stumbling out of bed to the kitchen for a caffeine fix. But this… this is so much better. Waking up between these two rugged, handsome men beats coffee any day.
His hand comes up and wraps around my wrist, his gaze never breaking as he guides my fingers to his lips. I draw in a quick breath, a small but telling sound, as he presses kisses against my skin before sucking one fingertip between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue.
Hugh’s breath is warm and steady against my neck, and I turn my head just a touch to try to look at him.
“He sleeps like a hibernating bear,” Chase whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear.
He slides his hand up my arm then around my back, and pulls me towards him. Hugh’s hand slides across my stomach before his grip releases me. I eye him over my shoulder as he tucks his hand under the balled up jacket he’s using as a pillow and goes right back into a deep sleep.
“See?” Chase says, beckoning my attention back to him.
I nod, feeling shy, but then Chase’s hand cups my jaw and tilts my face towards him. Any sense of reservation is chased away by his lips on my own.
A rush of heat coils between my legs, and I press myself against him even as his arm wraps around me. I want this, want him, so badly I ache. I rake my fingers through his hair and wiggle even closer to him, savoring this quiet moment between us. His hair is longer than Hugh’s, enough for me to tug, so I do, conveying the rising hunger inside me through my touch.
I can feel his hard cock pressing into me, and I grind my hips against him, feeling like a cat in heat. Last night was just a tease, a hearty appetizer of what these two men have to offer.
Now, I want it all. Everything on the menu.
Chase’s kisses are addictive, his lips and tongue battling mine as we cling to each other. There’s a deep neediness in me, and every stroke of his tongue, tug of his lips, thrust of his hips, tells me he’s just as desperate.
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p; Even as he shifts position, I can’t stop kissing him. He moves until he’s over me, resting his hips against mine. I part my legs, and he eagerly sinks between them, his hardness pressing against the heat at my center. I whimper, trying to stay quiet to let Hugh sleep as Chase rolls his hips, grinding his cock against me.
There’s an urgency between us as we make out quietly and it feels like we’re teenagers on the verge of being caught.
Chase’s hands steal up my shirt and his fingers slip under my bra. I arch against him and he takes the invitation to reach under me and deftly unhook my bra. It’s like he sets our inhibitions free at the same time—our movements and kisses go from slow and cautious to frantic and passionate.
I tug at his shirt, our lips only parting long enough to let him pull it over his head. Now it’s my turn, with Chase snagging my bra with his thumbs to remove it with my shirt.
He falls on me, his kiss searing my mouth before he slides down my neck.
I bite my lip, struggling to stay quiet, and Chase looks up at me, a wicked look in his eyes just as he licks my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I close my eyes, my fingers digging into his back as I decide that Chase is definitely a breast man.
Which is fine with me. They’ve been pretty starved for attention.
I’m not about to let him control everything, though, so I raise my shoulders, stretching to reach between us, down to where I can grasp hold of the hardness straining against his pants. He grunts, muffling the sound by keeping his lips locked onto my breast, but he eagerly presses his stiff erection into my touch.
I want to feel him, all of him. I tug at his waistband, flicking the button open. Then I slip my hand inside his pants, taking his cock in my palm and squeezing. My pussy clenches with anticipation as I stroke the length of his hard shaft.
Chase’s mouth pops off of my nipple as his breath comes out in ragged pants. He leans over me, capturing my lips with his again, kissing me with a hungry desire as I run my hand up and down his cock.