by Chloe Lang
She whimpered and clawed at Reed’s chest. “Please. Oh please.” Her own carnality surprised her. Had she ever been so lusty in her life? No. Never.
Reed lapped at her chest with no hesitation, and every lick ignited a new hot shiver in her.
Her body was alive and on fire, causing her to writhe and thrash on the bed.
She sucked in a breath as Sawyer’s fingers and lips touched her swollen, wet folds. Every part of her shook as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and dove down on her pussy with his greedy mouth. The heat that he sent into her slickened flesh from his trailing tongue was unimaginable and shocking. Never had she felt these kinds of sensations. When Sawyer applied pressure to her clit with his tongue, explosive jolts suddenly rocked her entire body.
Nicole grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to steady herself, but it didn’t work. Nothing was steady. Nothing was calm. Quite the opposite. Even the room seemed to be spinning, burning, thundering like her body.
“God. It’s so…”
Reed swallowed her words with his mouth, kissing her until she thought she might actually pass out. He released her lips. “How delicious is Chicago?” he asked Sawyer.
“Sweet cream, bro. The sweetest I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
“I thought so.” Reed’s hot wicked eyes peeled away her defensive layers with ease. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around my cock, sweetheart. What do you think about that?”
She groaned, unable to answer as Sawyer once again buried his face between her thighs. His lusty licks drove her mad with shaky desire. She could no longer hold back her screams.
“Music to my ears, Chicago.” Reed’s lips feathered her nipples. “Let us hear your cries of pleasure.”
Sawyer’s groans reverberated over her clit, making her even wetter. “So fucking good. God, I could sample you all night. Come for us, baby. Drown me with your cream.”
“I–I can’t…I never…never been able to…”
“Shhh.” Reed’s hand covered her mouth. “You will come tonight, Nicole. Trust me. And more than once, I promise.”
She wanted to believe him, already feeling more sensations inside her body than ever before. “But what if I can’t?”
Before she could give them the million reasons why she couldn’t, Sawyer began nibbling on her clit and thrusting his fingers into her pussy, hitting a spot that erupted into immense pulsating sensations that flooded her body. There was no doubt about what this was, her first climax ever. She’d never dreamed it would be so piercing and consuming. Her body was in charge, not her mind. Her pussy clenched and unclenched and clenched again. She could feel the liquid pouring out of her and into Sawyer’s ready mouth. And still she came and came and came.
She could hear herself scream but it sounded far away and distant to her, as the quakes in her body seemed to scream even louder. Reed’s and Sawyer’s licks and kisses were giving her the most supreme pleasure she’d ever felt in her life. Hot heady waves rolled through her again and again. Over and over. Stronger and stronger.
Sawyer pushed his finger in deeper into her pussy and started sucking her clit into his mouth, causing a new round of shattering trembles to flood her body. Every muscle tightened, every cell fired, every breath came out a scream. The incredible intensity went on and on until she was totally limp.
Sawyer moved up her body, returning to the place on her side he’d been earlier. He brushed his lips on her shoulder. Reed nibbled on her neck. Her heart pounded in her chest as she trembled between them.
“How do you feel, Chicago?” Reed asked, continuing to trace his fingertips over her body.
“It’s hard to describe, but I feel great.” She looked up at the faces staring down at her. God, they were gorgeous men. “Really great.”
“Just wait until we get inside your gorgeous body.” Reed’s sweet lascivious grin let her know he wasn’t even close to being done with her tonight.
Sawyer smiled broadly. “Your pleasure pleases us, baby, more than you can know.”
Still reeling from her orgasm, she was surprised at how her pussy seemed to react to their lusty talk as it throbbed and ached once again. This wasn’t her norm. For chrissakes, she was a cop—maybe benched at the moment, but still a gun-toting, badge-wearing Chicago police officer. So why was she acting like a frail, fainting woman? Because these two cowboys seemed to know every spot on her body that could work her into a stupor, and God what a stupor.
“You’re so beautiful, Chicago.” Reed ran his hand up her neck.
She bit her bottom lip to keep from pleading with them for more. Trying to raise her mental walls back up but failing miserably, she closed her eyes tight.
“Don’t, Chicago.” Reed’s voice was filled with sharp warning.
When she felt his fingers on her chin, she opened her eyes. “Don’t what?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t pull back. Keep yourself open.” His tone softened. “I want you to experience more pleasure than you’ve ever had before. I want tonight be unforgettable for you.”
“It already is,” she confessed, feeling the sting of grateful tears in her eyes. “I want you to enjoy tonight as much as I do. Fair is fair. I’m a modern woman.” She reached between both their legs and grabbed their big, hard dicks, one in each of her hands.
The lusty growls that came out of both of them thrilled her.
Sawyer’s hot gaze seared into her. “Don’t think you’re in charge here, baby. You’re not.” His deep voice held more promise than threat and that delighted her.
“Isn’t sex a fifty-fifty thing, or in this case three-thirds?”
“No,” Reed said, wrapping his hand over hers, helping her stroke his cock. “It’s a one hundred and ten percent thing and it’s all for you, Chicago. Our pleasure comes from yours, understand?”
“Not really.” Actually, not one bit, but God, she loved how focused they seemed to be on her. They took lovemaking to a new level, a level she’d never known was even possible.
“Fuck, I love your tits,” Reed said, cupping them with his big hands.
Female police officers learned the ins and outs of male conversation from their very first day on the force. She was no exception. Even though she’d heard the word “tits” a million times back at the station, she’d never been fond of it. But the way Reed talked about her breasts, using that word didn’t sound denigrating at all. He was clearly mesmerized by her chest, hell, her entire body, and that added to her own excitement.
“You want more, Nicole?” Sawyer’s thick fingers threaded through her ripe pussy, but he seemed to make sure he never touched her clitoris. The teasing was driving her mad.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Suddenly, Reed fisted himself. She gazed at his cock as the head began to weep a drop of pre-cum. “Let’s condom up.”
She heard the sound of a wrapper tearing behind her. She turned and saw Sawyer rolling a condom down his dick. Another rip, pulled her attention back to Reed, who was sheathing his cock with a rubber, too.
I’m doing this? I’m actually going to do this? Her logic tried to claw its way back to the front of her brain, but it couldn’t seem to get through the flood of need inside her. She wasn’t about to stop them. Never had she wanted something so much as she wanted them to be inside her, to fill her, to merge her body with theirs in the most intimate of ways.
“I want your pussy, Chicago. I will have your pussy tonight.”
He rolled on top of her and she could feel his cock on her slick folds and even on her clit, which made her groan. Reed kissed her and then thrust into her pussy. The advance of his massive cock into her body made her groan.
“Nice and tight. Damn, baby. I love it.” He plunged in and out of her, stretching her channel wider and wider with every inch he claimed. “How long, Chicago?”
“Too long,” she confessed. “Way too long, and no one as big as you.”
His smile thrilled her. “Like I said, you won’t forget this night. I prom
ise you that.” Then he thrust back in deeper, shifting his hips, adding to the already overwhelming pressure building inside her. She gazed into his blue eyes and saw such beauty, such perfection. His strokes came hard and fast into her pussy, over and over. The sweet friction she was feeling ripped through her, especially in a place inside her channel that she now believed must be her G-spot as it ignited powerful quakes that started there and spread out through the rest of her body.
Without a word, Reed pulled his cock out of her and she immediately missed him being inside her. Shocked and thankful, she realized what these brothers meant to do. Reed slid off her body and was replaced by Sawyer. His hooded gaze mesmerized her as he crashed his lips into her. His kiss was urgent and hot, and he didn’t wait to shove his massive cock into her wet pussy. She could feel his hands on her hips as he began pumping into her like a mad man. He leaned back, continuing to thrust into her body. The passion she saw on his face enflamed her even more and the pressure inside her continued to build and multiply.
Reed tore off the condom and placed the head of his cock on her throbbing lips. “Suck me, Chicago. Swallow all of me.”
Lost in the hot haze of their lovemaking, she licked the tip of his dick, drinking down the tiny pearl of pre-cum. It tasted salty and spicy.
“Fuck, yeah.” He groaned as she parted her lips and slid down his shaft.
As Sawyer plunged deeper and deeper into her greedy pussy, she sucked on Reed’s cock until her cheeks hollowed out.
Suddenly, her flesh ignited and pulsed as her next orgasm exploded inside her. Sawyer continued to thrust into her, and then she felt his body stiffen in one final deep shove of his cock into her pussy. The sound that came out of him was part groan and part growl, an intense note of release.
Reed plunged his dick into her mouth until she felt his hot liquid hit the back of her throat. “Fuck.”
She swallowed as much of his cock as she could and drank down every drop of his seed. As her own climax continued to ripple through her entire body, Reed and Sawyer moved back to their former positions on the bed, sandwiching her between their big, muscular bodies.
“Thank you, Chicago.” Reed nuzzled her neck.
“I should be thanking you two,” she said.
Sawyer stroked her hair, helping her ride out the rest of her climax. “Wait until morning, baby.”
She turned her head to him. “Why?”
“The night’s not over yet.” He planted his lips on hers, capturing her mouth completely. His tongue swept in and she opened herself to the hungry intrusion.
Reed nibbled on her breasts, and she felt the pressure once again begin to build inside her. She knew her heart was in danger with these two, but she couldn’t stop herself from diving over the edge into their promises of more of tonight’s pleasure. Tomorrow, she would face reality. Tonight, she wanted to get lost in the dream and in their arms.
Chapter Nine
As the morning sun peeked through the window, Sawyer leaned up on his elbow. Nicole slumbered between him and Reed, who was also sleeping. God, her slightly slack mouth and soft breathing was a sight to behold. She was beautiful. His night with her had been incredible. He’d been riveted by her the moment he’d met her. Once he and Reed got her up here to the cabin, he’d been completely enthralled. The talk he and Reed had had about her before the infamous moth incident had been enlightening. Reed could deny it all day long but he was into her, too.
Once they’d brought her to bed, made love to her, and watched her fall asleep in their arms, Sawyer knew he could never live without Nicole. How in the world would he be able to persuade her to stay in Destiny with him and Reed? And how could he convince his brother to let go of his fear of love and open himself up to the one woman that could change everything for them? Never had he faced a more daunting task and never had he wanted to succeed more. At stake were his happiness, his future, and his very heart.
Her long lashes fluttered open as she shook off sleep. She looked at him with her big brown eyes and started to speak.
He placed his index finger on her lush lips. “Shh.” Then he pointed to Reed who was completely sacked out. His brother could sleep through anything. Still, he wanted to talk to her alone, so he didn’t want to risk this being the time a little hushed talk might wake Reed.
She nodded, and then tilted her head to the doorway. She mouthed “okay” and then scooted down to the foot of the bed, swinging her long, silky legs off the mattress.
Sadly, she grabbed up one of the discarded towels from last night and wrapped it around her body. He instantly hated not being able to see her resplendent nakedness.
He wanted her again, but knew that would have to wait. Nicole needed time to collect herself, to reflect on what had happened. By the look on her face, her mental walls that had vanished last night were back in place.
Sawyer pulled on his jeans, believing Nicole would be comfortable with him clothed, but he didn’t put on his shirt, not wanting her to be too comfortable. Having her a little unsettled might be just what he needed to get her guard back down. He followed her out of the bedroom and quietly shut the bedroom door behind him.
Wrapped up in the towel, she was sitting on the sofa with her legs under her and her arms folded around her ample chest. “Hey, cowboy.”
“You told us you weren’t an early riser.”
She shrugged. “Things change, I suppose. What about you? I thought you needed coffee before conversation.
“I guess you’re right. Things do change.”
“I see you like being half dressed as much as I do,” Nicole said with a sarcastic grin. “Much better than putting on binding clothes I suppose.”
“If you want, I can go get your suitcase out of the bedroom.”
She shook her head. “Let your brother sleep. I’ll dress when he gets up.”
He stared at Nicole. His heart started to thud in his chest and his cock began to swell. Not now.
“I recall you saying you’re also a coffee drinker, right?” he asked.
She nodded. “Love it. I bet you two cowboys down several pots a day of the stuff.”
“Nope. Two cups. No more.” He took a seat on the sofa next to her.
She shifted closer to him so that her entire body was facing his direction. “Reed, too?”
“Two cups doctored up with cream and sugar. He even likes the foofoo java drinks. Whenever we’re at a livestock auction in a big city he sneaks off at least once to get his fill of fancy coffees. Don’t tell him I told you that.”
She smiled. “He’d hate for me to know that about him, wouldn’t he?”
“That’s so true.” This small talk was skirting the issue of what was really on his mind and likely hers, too. Nicole was in danger. “Tell me about the case you and Jason are working on.”
Her lips tightened and she shook her head. “Too much to tell.”
This was the wrong track with Nicole. She was defensive and guarded again. Why? Her past. If he was going to learn why she was on the Russian mafia’s radar, he had to approach gingerly. “How long have you been on the force in Chicago?”
“Four years,” she said with a sigh.
“Why police work?” His gut tightened at the thought of anyone hurting her. What was it that Jason had learned from her friend Henry that had derailed this strong and self-reliant woman to agree to come with him and Reed?
“I come from a long line of police officers. My grandfather was one of the most decorated members in the entire department.” The pride in her voice told him she was opening up to him if only a little.
“He must be proud of you.”
“Was proud of me. He passed away.”
His own grief shot to the center of his chest, constricting his heart for a painful moment. “I’m sorry to hear that. How long?”
“Two years.” She looked at him with a hard stare. “What about you? Family?”
Nicole was smart. She clearly wasn’t comfortable with his probing so was trying to
turn the tables on him. Good move, but I’m a Dom, sweetheart. I’ve got moves you can’t even imagine. Once she was more susceptible to him, he would flip the switch and delve deeper into her secrets. For now, he decided to give her a little slack, knowing it would work to his advantage. Besides, he wanted to open up to her as much as he wanted her to open up to him.
“Just Reed and Erica. Our parents died September twenty-eighth in two thousand one in a plane crash.” He closed his eyes, recalling the tragic day.
He felt her fingertips on his forearm. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry I brought this up.”
He opened his eyes and looked at the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his entire life. Her eyes were brimming with tears of empathy for him.
“It was a long time ago. I’m okay now.”
She wrapped her hand over his wrists and squeezed. “No one is ever really okay after losing a parent, especially not like you and your brother and sister did. You go to bed in one kind of world one day and wake up to a completely different one the next.”
“That’s so true.” The connection he felt with her was growing with every syllable she spoke.
She sighed and leaned back. “You may have healed from your loss, Sawyer, but you were changed forever by it, too. The missing never really goes away, does it?”
He shook his head, feeling his heart swell in his chest. His whole life he’d known how to read people. It was a gift and a curse at times. But as much time as he’d spent with Nicole since yesterday, it was only now he was seeing her—really seeing her—for the first time. She had a depth of compassion that was remarkable to him. She was a survivor, too. Whatever crushing hurt had happened to her, she’d fought her way through it. Hell, it was clear she was still fighting the demons of her past. What were they?