She shook her head, almost beyond words. “I don’t want easy. I want it hard. Deep. Jonathan, fuck me,” she begged.
He gave her what she wanted. Hard, deep thrusts that almost had her falling forward. Tim’s fingers kept the same tempo then curved inward to hit her g-spot. She whimpered, her lips opening to once again suckle Tim’s cock. They worked together, the three of them pleasing each other. Caitlin went first, her body exploding around Jonathan’s cock and Tim’s fingers. Never in her life did she imagine it could be like this. This erotic and wild. This good.
Sucking harder, she brought Tim to climax, licking away the semen that escaped her mouth and ran back down his cock. Jonathan followed, his growl of satisfaction following the feel of his hot semen filling her.
Slowly, he pulled out, and she fell over to her back, her breathing erratic and shallow, her body totally sated. Every muscle shook and tingled with little aftershocks of pleasure. So much so she could hardly move.
Jonathan braced himself on his hands above her and claimed her lips in a kiss she felt clear to her toes. When the kiss ended, Tim rolled over and gave her one of his own—one that was much sweeter and not quite as possessive. His was nice, where Jonathan’s had left her breathless.
“Don’t move, darlin’. I’ll be back in a sec to clean you up. I think brother dear is beyond the ability.”
Caitlin grinned and turned to look at Jonathan, who had fallen onto the bed next to her. His eyes were closed as his breathing slowly returned to normal. With the back of her fingers she brushed his cheek, wondering how in the hell she was going to get over him. She was in love with him. She knew it now. The only problem was she didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
His hand captured hers and brought the back of her fingers to his lips. He placed a soft kiss against them then held them entwined with his own on his chest. With a sigh, she rolled over, resting her head on his shoulder. She could hear his steady heartbeat in her ear and realized with surprise that it beat in time with her own. With a smile, she snuggled closer and waited for Tim to return and clean her up.
Chapter Four
Caitlin stepped out of the shower and towel dried her unruly curls. She didn’t want to take the time to blow-dry it straight so she picked at it, fluffing the curls so that they could dry naturally. Jonathan had told her once he liked her hair when she left it curly.
With a sigh, she stared at herself in the mirror. What am I doing? He’s just a friend. That’s it. I can’t fall in love with him.
“But I already am,” she whined out loud. “What the hell was I thinking?”
With a growl of aggravation, she grabbed her makeup case and applied a little blush and mascara then headed to the kitchen to see what the men were up to. As she strolled down the hall, she rubbed her hand along the tongue-and-grove paneling that covered the walls. This was such a beautiful house and so big. It had six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a den, a media room, a gourmet kitchen and an oak table that could seat as many as thirty people.
Jonathan had told her his mother had the house built when he and Tim were teenagers. She’d wanted a place where the whole family could get together for the holidays. And in two days, on Christmas Eve, the house would be bursting at the seams with Trelains.
She would be out of here by then and on her way to see her own family—her mother in Florida. As an only child, she sometimes longed for the house full of family and friends that Jonathan and Tim experienced every year. Maybe one day, when she had her own family…
As she came down the stairs to the main level the smell of bacon and eggs caught her attention. She inhaled deeply of the wonderful scents and her stomach growled in response. She was starving.
With a smile, she stepped into the kitchen and surveyed the scene before her. Jonathan stood at the stove, spatula in hand. Tim stood at the sink, sipping coffee. The two of them talked to one another in hushed tones. Both of them still wore their pajama pants, their chests bare. Jonathan’s muscles flexed as he moved, making her stomach flutter with hunger for more than just food.
“Wow,” she said as she walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee. “The two of you can cook?”
“Well, Jonathan can cook,” Tim replied, his lips spreading into a grin behind his coffee cup.
Caitlin stared at Jonathan in surprise. “I didn’t know that about you.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, darlin’,” he drawled, mimicking Tim.
“Like what?” She stepped closer and stood next to him as he stirred the scrambled eggs.
“You’ll find out soon enough, my dear. I promise. But for now, how about we eat? Hand me that bowl, would you?”
“Sure.” She handed him the bowl and studied him as he scooped the eggs from the pan. What didn’t she know about him?
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Jonathan purred without looking at her, his lips quirked as though fighting a smile.
“Well, after a comment like that, what do you expect? That I wouldn’t try to figure it out?”
Tim chuckled and set the small kitchen table. The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, heating the wooden floor. He looked good, the morning sun highlighting the blond in his hair and giving his tan body a more golden hue. “Knock it off, wildcat,” Tim drawled.
“What?” she asked with mock innocence.
“Looking at me like that.”
“Or what?”
“Or you’ll find yourself bent over that table and I’ll have you for breakfast instead of the eggs.”
“Oh, you think I’m afraid of that threat?” she teased.
“I would be,” Jonathan drawled, making Caitlin laugh.
“Kiss my ass,” Tim replied with a grin.
“You wish.”
“Okay,” Caitlin yelled. “Behave yourselves.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Tim chuckled.
“Exactly,” Jonathan replied with a lazy grin.
Caitlin shook her head as she listened to the two of them. They were definitely brothers. Sitting at the table, she grabbed some bacon and sausage. “I think it’s great how close the two of you are.”
“We’re as close as two twins can be,” Jonathan said with a grin.
“Twins?” she asked in surprise. Moving her gaze between the two of them, she studied their faces more closely.
“We’re not identical,” Tim said with a sideways grin.
“Well, obviously,” she replied dryly. “I just had no idea.”
“I thought I’d told you that,” Jonathan said, his brow creasing in a frown.
Caitlin shook her head. “I don’t think so. If you did, I forgot.”
“You just didn’t listen,” Jonathan teased.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying? I wasn’t listening.”
Tim laughed. “She’s a spunky little thing, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, which is going to make later all the more fun.”
Caitlin raised an eyebrow at the devilish expression on Jonathan’s face. Just what did he mean by that? “What are you up to?”
“It’s a surprise.” Taking a bite of egg, he sat back in his chair and chewed thoughtfully.
“Think she can handle it?” Tim asked.
“Oh, I’m sure she can.” Jonathan never took his eyes off her as he spoke, and prickles of a mixture of delight and trepidation ran down her spine. “She’s tough, aren’t you, Katie?”
“Tough?” Her voice squeaked and Tim glanced down at the table, trying to hide his grin. “Why do I need to be tough?”
He just smiled, which sent her heart racing out of control. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”
Caitlin stared at him silently wondering what he had in mind for her later. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but for just a split second a little tremor of fear snaked down her flesh. Surprises, she decided, were highly overrated.
* * * * *
Caitlin tugged on the tie to her robe with anxious fingers. After breakfa
st, they’d cleaned the kitchen with a few stops occasionally to play around. Between the two of them, she’d been so turned on she could hardly breathe and begged them to fuck her right there in the kitchen.
But to her disappointment, Jonathan shook his head no. “I have other plans for you,” he whispered and led her to the den.
With each step down into the basement den, her heart hammered harder. She had no idea what they had in mind, but she soon found out. Dangling from the ceiling was a pair of handcuffs. Her breath lodged in her throat. With trepidation, her gaze moved to the two brothers, who now stood before her completely naked, their cocks standing thick and proud. She swallowed just thinking of what those cocks could do to her.
“What is this?” she asked.
Tim smiled devilishly as he swung the leather fringe of a flogger before him. “You said you wanted to try everything.”
“S & M?” She gulped.
“Trust me, Katie,” Jonathan said as he held his hand out to her.
Squaring her shoulders, she took his outstretched hand. She did want to try it all. She could do this.
Jonathan smiled softly into her eyes as he untied her robe and pushed it down her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a soft puddle around her feet, leaving her bare and incredibly warm.
They’d put her before the fire and the heat of the flames was hot against her skin. Almost as hot as the smoldering heat of Jonathan’s stare. Lowering his head, he placed a soft kiss against her lips while Tim lifted her hands and secured them in the cuffs.
Her heart pounded furiously at the click of the locks sliding into place, but not with fear. Something else swam through her veins. Something darker.
Jonathan’s lips moved to her neck, sending currents of lust through her limbs. Tim still stood behind her, his palms skimming lightly over the flesh of her back and ass. His lips soon joined Jonathan’s as they worked a path over her heated skin, leaving no part of her untouched or neglected. She squirmed, tugging at the cuffs that held her trapped, wanting desperately to touch them in return.
Palming her breasts, Tim squeezed them before lifting one and offering it to Jonathan. His lips covered her nipple and she moaned at the engulfing heat.
Tim moved away from her and cool air rushed across her back. She shivered just before the sting of the flogger caught her hip. She gasped in surprise, shocked at the ripple of pleasure that snaked down her spine. Again Tim flicked it, catching her across her thighs.
Jonathan placed one more kiss against her lips before joining Tim in their little game. Each flick of the soft leather against her flesh sent her soaring. She’d never imagined anything like this. One wrapped the flogger around her thighs, while the other caught her ribs, sending a stinging slap to the side of her breasts.
She groaned, her hands fisting and pulling at the bindings that held her immobile. They stopped and she whimpered for more, her pleas filling the quiet room. Their heat engulfed her as one stood in front and one behind, sandwiching her between them. “Please,” she pleaded.
“Is this what you want, Katie?” Jonathan asked as he pushed two fingers into her throbbing pussy.
“Yes.”
“Or this?” Tim whispered in her ear as he slid two lubricated fingers into the tight passage of her anus.
She moaned as the two of them moved their fingers in unison. Plunging in then out, over and over. Her head fell back as the pressure in her belly built.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Jonathan growled. Removing his fingers, he stared intently at her as he licked her juices from his knuckles.
Tim removed his fingers as well and replaced them with a dildo. It was cold and wet and she groaned as he slid it deep within her anus, stretching and filling her. Slowly he began to move it, pulling it almost out then plunging it back in. She was helpless and so close she could scream. Moving to his knees, Jonathan licked his tongue across her clit. She screamed as a shudder passed through her.
Lifting one of her legs, he placed his face more fully between her legs and fucked her with his tongue. She moaned in ecstasy as the two of them matched their rhythm exactly. Oh god. They were going to kill her with pleasure. She just knew it.
She couldn’t take it anymore and sobbed. “Please, Jonathan. I need you. Both of you, fuck me.”
Jonathan stood immediately and covered her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his lips and it only fueled her desire. Made her wilder. Placing his hands behind her thighs, he lifted her. In desperation, she wrapped her legs around his waist and welcomed the full invasion of his thick cock.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
Tim continued to thrust the dildo in time with Jonathan’s slow tempo, but she wanted more. She wanted both of their cocks inside her. “Tim, god, please. Take that damn thing out and fuck me.”
With a growl, he removed the dildo and dropped it to the floor. Jonathan’s movements stopped as he grabbed her ass and spread her wide in preparation. Tim slipped on a lubricated condom then positioned himself at the tight entrance to her anus and gently probed her opening. Jonathan pulled almost out then the two of them pushed in simultaneously, filling her beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
“Oh my god,” she gulped, trying to capture the air that had escaped her lungs. She could hardly breathe as they pushed deeper, burying themselves balls-deep.
“Easy, baby,” Jonathan crooned as they slowly began to move.
She closed her eyes, relaxing between them. Their lips each worked a side of her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. Tim’s hands massaged her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Every part of her body was caressed at once and she felt as though she’d die from the sheer pleasure.
Experimenting, she began to wiggle her hips, brushing her clit against Jonathan’s stomach. She gasped and clenched her muscles around their cocks. Tim groaned as though in pain and Jonathan smiled. “Ah, that’s it, baby. Come for us.”
She moaned and wiggled her hips again, adding more pressure to the sensitive nub. Jonathan and Tim increased their rhythms, the head of their cocks brushing along a spot she never dreamed existed.
“Oh god,” she groaned. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“Ah, baby. I couldn’t if I tried,” Jonathan whispered. “You’re so hot, Katie. So tight. And so fucking sexy.”
Tim licked at her ear. “Hurry, darlin’. I’m not going to last much longer. Your tight ass feels too good.”
Caitlin trembled at their naughty words and realized she liked it when they talked dirty. The first tremors of her release rippled through her muscles and she bit down on Jonathan’s shoulder.
“Ah, Katie,” Jonathan groaned as his tempo increased again.
Their thrusts became harder, deeper and she screamed as her body exploded into a white-hot mass of sensation. Her muscles clenched around them, milked them as her orgasm continued on for what seemed like forever. Every muscle in her body tensed and tingled, then relaxed only to tense and explode again in a pleasure so strong blackness engulfed her.
With a final thrust, Jonathan and Tim came together, their moans drowning out her quiet whimpers.
Jonathan looked down at her head on his shoulder and softly pushed the hair from her face. “Katie,” he whispered. “Katie, baby. Answer me.”
“I can’t,” she mumbled.
Jonathan grinned at Tim over her shoulder. “Let’s get her in a warm bath. Let her relax.”
Tim slowly slid from her body and she flinched in her sleep.
Jonathan was sure she would be sore and the warm water would help. He held her tight as Tim released her hands from the cuffs.
She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t wait until later to tell her how he felt. She held his heart in the palm of her hand and that scared the hell out of him. He’d been hurt more than once in his life. God help him if she didn’t return his feelings.
Chapter Five
Caitlin awoke in the bed and glanced out the window. Snow clouds darkened the sky an
d she shivered beneath the covers, moving closer to the warmth next to her. What time was it? Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was almost time for supper. How long had they been asleep?
Vaguely, she remembered sitting in a warm tub, Tim and Jonathan washing her body. Wow, had she really had both of them at the same time? Begged for it even? She grinned and stared down at Jonathan. He looked so peaceful, sound asleep. Glancing behind her, she looked for Tim, but realized he was gone. Where was he?
With a frown, she grabbed her robe and headed downstairs. She found him in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a thermal mug. He wore jeans and a thick sweater, his leather jacket was slung over the back of a chair. “Are you leaving?” she asked.
He spun around to face her, a look of surprise on his face. “Hey, darlin’. Did I wake you?”
“No. I just woke up and noticed you were gone. Where are you going?”
“I’m bowing out,” he said with a grin.
“Excuse me?”
“This was worked out before we came up here.”
She shook her head, thoroughly confused. He wasn’t making any sense. “What was worked out?”
“Caitlin, darlin’. Don’t you see it?” Tim asked as he softly touched the side of her face. “He’s in love with you.”
“Who?” Her eyes widened in shock “Jonathan?”
Tim smiled. “Yes.”
“But he’s gay,” she exclaimed.
Tim rolled his eyes and shot her an amused grin. “Jonathan has never been gay. He’s as straight as they come. I, on the other hand, can go either way. Although I prefer men.”
“He’s straight?” She wasn’t sure whether to clobber Jonathan or hug him. “Why would he let people think he’s gay?”
Tim shrugged. “Ask him.”
“I think I will,” she snapped and headed back up the stairs to confront him, Tim’s confession that Jonathan loved her momentarily forgotten in her haste to get answers to her other questions.
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