by Chloe Lang
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The arousing heat on her bottom made her lips quiver and her need explode. Eric kissed her on the mouth, devouring her whimpers.
“Color, sub?” Scott asked from above her.
“Green, Sir,” she said, hearing her own voice sound tinier and more feminine than she’d ever heard before.
“Three more,” Eric said.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Each slap sent her mind spinning and her body burning. Her pussy screamed for relief, clenching and clenching and clenching again—to the edge of unbearable. Her clit’s hot stings pushed her to the brink of sanity, burying her in crushing need. Her senses were sharp and clear, more than they’d ever been. She could feel her body’s every sensation, all of them trailing through her like electrical currents—hot, sharp, and shiver-inducing.
Eric touched her cheek, a claiming caress. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy tighten around my cock, little one.”
She gasped, realizing she’d let this go so far without telling them the truth.
“I think she might like a plug in this pretty ass, bro.” Scott’s hands cupped her bottom.
Say it now, damn it. Now.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Eric asked.
“No, Sir.” Swallowing down all her apprehensions, the truth finally dislodged from the back of her throat. “Actually, I’ve never had sex before. I’m a virgin.”
Eric’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
She closed her eyes tight, unable to bear looking at his disappointment. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin.”
Silence.
Her heart thudded with regret. They would toss her aside now. She would have to return to her dismal life and learn to live with the hole left in her heart brought on by the loss of them, her two cowboys. How? It wasn’t possible.
She felt lips on her mouth, Eric’s lips. She blinked her eyes wide. Scott was removing the cuffs.
Eric lifted her up in his arms. Scott opened the door.
“Please. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I want you to be my firsts. Please.”
“Hush, little one,” Eric said tenderly.
Scott’s face showed both concern and surprise. “Everything is going to be okay, baby.”
“Then why are you taking me out of this room?” God, she was tired. Tired of being alone and afraid. Tired of having to fight for everything and still coming up short. Tired of hurting. Tired of seeing Kip’s twisted grin every time she closed her eyes. Tired of regret. “I’m tired of being a virgin. Please, can’t you understand that?”
“We understand, love,” Scott said. “This just isn’t the place for you to have your first experience.”
“Aren’t you even curious why I’m still a virgin?” she asked.
“Not enough to matter right now, little one.” Eric’s eyes were filled with what seemed to her to be something akin to reverence. “You trusting us with something so precious is the greatest gift we’ve ever been given. We won’t fail you. I promise.”
They carried her out of the playroom to her bedroom with the big, comfy bed. Gently, they placed her in the middle of the mattress. Each of them stripped off their clothes. Their cocks were straight up and hard. Did they mean to both make love to her?
“Who is first?” she squeaked out.
“Trust us, Megan.”
Scott had a condom wrapper in his hand. He opened it and rolled the latex down his thick, long shaft.
She looked at him and then at Eric. “What about you?”
“Scott’s going to take your virginity tonight. I’ll take my gift another time, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be taking a few samples from you. I will.” He flashed her another wicked smile. “Tonight is about your pleasure, little one, but believe me, I will be enjoying every whimper, every moan, every scream.”
As they each crawled into bed with her, one on each side, nervous shivers took hold of her.
Kisses and caresses rained down every inch of her body. She could feel their cocks pressing into her thighs. These were the kind of men a woman could depend on when needed, a woman like her, and God knew she needed them now in the worst way.
Eric kissed her, cupping the mound of her sex, fingers threading through her wet folds until he touched her aching clit. Scott swallowed her right breast, sucking until her nipple beaded and throbbed. She couldn’t keep any part of her body still, fisting the sheets, trying to hold on to the new sensations tearing through her.
When Eric’s tongue swept into her mouth, dizziness took hold of her as her pussy burned with a broiling ache. Something strange happened, something she’d only felt recently on the plane with Scott. His teeth tightening on her nipple and Eric’s fingers pressing on her clit created a kind of circuit, electric and tingly. Her pussy got even wetter. She was soaked and so very needy. Her thoughts were slippery and unfocused. Reining them into something logical and sensible was impossible at the moment. It was her body that demanded all her attention, her energy, her essence. Sensations ripped through again and again, each hotter and more earth-shattering than the one before.
Her books had told her such a thing was possible, but deep down she’d held on to her doubt, never knowing her body would respond so…so violently.
Scott shifted down her frame, kissing her abdomen as he’d done on the plane. Oral sex was next, thank God. Instinct had taken her over, and her body arched into Scott, trying to fill her unfathomable appetite.
Eric also moved down, leaving her mouth swollen and throbbing from his salacious kiss. He swallowed her other breast, teething her nipple, creating a new zinging line between her breast and her clit, where Scott’s tongue was currently circling. Her maddening thirst to be conquered, to be claimed, to be filled, created a bonfire between her legs, skating up her belly and down her thighs. Shivers raced through her. When she felt Scott’s tongue hit her clitoris and his two fingers thrust into her pussy to the spot, she shot her hands onto both their heads, her left on Eric’s and her right on Scott’s. She pressed at the back of their heads, hungry for them to consume her, all of her.
Utter devastation coiled through her from their double-teaming efforts—Scott’s mouth on her pussy, Eric’s on her breast, Scott’s tongue swiping across her clit, Eric’s across her nipple, Scott’s fingers pumping inside her, Eric’s tugging her hair.
Nothing inside her could be stilled.
“Please. Please. Please.” Her pants filled the room.
“She’s ready.” Eric pressed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Scott kissed his way up her body, pushing her thighs wide with his muscled legs.
Eric released her lips, rolling to the side. “This is it, little one. This is your moment.”
She looked deep into his eyes and saw immense tenderness. She turned to Scott, who was now fully on top of her. In his eyes was the same.
She trembled, though trusting them with everything, still a little nervous about what was to happen. She’d never felt so open, so vulnerable, so female.
Scott shifted his hips, positioning the bulbous head of his cock on her sex. He leaned down and swallowed her in an all-important kiss, the last one of innocence.
She closed her eyes, readying herself for the final step, the final drop, the final—
“This is going to hurt at first, little one,” Scott said. “But I promise that once the initial pain passes, it will get better. Do you trust me?”
She nodded, chewing on her lower lip.
Scott’s smile reassured her. She could feel his love, his caring with every breath and every caress.
“Ready, baby?” Eric asked tenderly.
“Yes, Sir.”
Then Scott slipped his cock into her slow and easy. Inch by inch, he went deeper into her pussy as Eric reached between them, pressing on her clit. Her guys were taking their time, clearly hoping to ensure her pain was minimal.
Megan felt a sting and a brief m
oment of pain. Scott was stretching her beyond what she thought possible, and still his cock went deeper into her flesh. But in a flash, everything inside her, the burn and stretch, morphed into desire. Hot tingles vibrated every inch of her, sweeping her into a state of overwhelming need.
Oh God!
She was screaming into Scott’s kisses.
She could feel Eric’s sweet caresses in her hair and his fingertips on her clit.
Hot liquid dampened her thighs.
Scott didn’t move, didn’t breathe. He was a still as a statue.
She moved, couldn’t help but move.
Her body frayed at the very edges, and still the pressure went on. She’d dreamed of this, considered every possibility, every nuance, read every book she could get her hands on, but none of it could have prepared her for this.
From the corners of her mind, she was able to make out whispers, whispers to her from Scott and from Eric.
“Megan?” Scott’s gentle tone came just as her suffering began to subside.
“Breathe, little one. Holding your breath keeps the pain from releasing. Breathe.”
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed, and did as he’d suggested. Her discomfort lessened just as Eric had said it would. She’d never felt anything like this before. Words seemed to fall short of what was going on inside her body. She was forever changed. A threshold had been passed that she could never go back over.
As the sting softened even more, something new took its place, something unrelenting and urgent. She began to shake. Coherent thought was beyond her capacities at the moment.
She opened her eyes, and looked at Scott and Eric.
“She’s ready for more, now.” Eric looked at his brother and then at her. “Aren’t you, little one?”
She nodded and chewed on her lower lip, feeling so tiny and frail.
“Baby, you can’t imagine how much it means to me that I was your first.” The bead of sweat on Scott’s forehead told her he was holding back his monstrous lust with some effort.
“I want to feel more, Scott. Please.”
His lips turned up into a hungry grin, and then he began thrusting into her again and again. It still burned but it also stirred a whole new set of sensations she’d never experienced before. They came loaded to the brim with desire, desire to be filled more, to be possessed utterly, to be devastated completely.
“How does it feel, little one? Talk to us.”
“Ohhh. God. I feel him inside me,” she whispered, then wailed. “Deep. Yes. Really deep. God.”
Scott brushed his manly lips on her face and continued to plunge his cock into her pussy. Stroking her hair, Eric dotted her shoulders with gentle kisses, maintaining the press of his fingers on her clit.
“Close. I’m close,” Scott whispered against her lips. He thrust into her faster and faster, his lust clearly unleashed and unstoppable.
Eric sucked on her neck. “Come for us, little one. Feel the pleasure. None of us will ever forget tonight.”
Unimaginable heat exploded deep in her pussy, spreading out like wildfire through her belly, down her thighs. Her body was overcharged with orgasmic sensations multiplied one on top of another and another and another.
She screamed, melting into Scott’s assault, surrendering to his every lust, filling her every need.
More tingles. More shivers. Her climax didn’t seem to have an end.
“Fuuuck,” Scott shouted.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her. Her pussy clenched, unclenched, and clenched again on his cock. Her back arched off the bed, and she tugged on their locks in a weak attempt to still her shivers. It didn’t work. They came wave after wave, crashing through every nerve, every cell a sea of pulverizing sensations.
Suddenly, Eric cried out. She turned and saw his hot stare on her, his hand on his cock, and his cum on his muscled chest and abdomen. Seeing Eric’s release and feeling Scott’s ignited another round of climactic trembles inside her.
Passionate tears of release streamed down her face. She felt like the whole world could fade into oblivion as long as she was with Eric and Scott. Whatever came her way, with them she could face anything.
Chapter Twelve
With iPad in hand, Eric sat down at the table on the patio. He was alone at the moment, which gave him a little time to read some e-mails.
The weather was unseasonably warm for this time of day in May. Seventy-three degrees. That must’ve been the reason Gretchen had set up breakfast outside. The table was filled with the meal he and Scott had enjoyed from time to time from her since they were kids, even before the accident that had taken the lives of their parents.
Gretchen called her breakfast special a two-courser, but it could’ve been at least ten, and probably was as far as he was concerned, though the entire meal was already set up in a single serving.
Gretchen’s first course consisted of fresh-squeezed orange juice and some fresh fruit, today’s being sliced strawberries and bananas. He’d learned long ago not to move on to the other items until he’d sampled from number one. Back whenever he did risk a nibble beyond one, her disapproving frown had set him straight.
Course two was the jewel of the meal, a feast of sausages, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, hash browns, and toast with marmalade. Of course, no Gretchen meal was complete without tea.
Megan was still upstairs getting ready for her first day at TBK. Gretchen was with her. Scott should be down shortly.
Eric drank some of his tea and looked at his messages on the iPad. The first was from the technician here in Destiny he’d given Megan’s computer and modem to. The kid was young and had been thrilled to be put on a top-secret project for Eric and Scott. The man didn’t require many details before diving in, which suited them just fine. Still the tech had nothing useful to report as of his last email.
Eric didn’t open the messages from any of the TBK executives, instead deciding to open Dylan’s message first. The subject line was too intriguing not to.
“Found K. L.”
Kip Lunceford. Dylan had been pulling strings and calling in favors for months to try to locate where the government was keeping him. Had it finally paid off? There was more in Dylan’s message that didn’t relate to Kip. Vicky was missing with no explanation. She’d been absent from work without so much as a phone call. That wasn’t like her. How in the hell had Kip gotten his claws into Vicky? Who was Eric to judge? The bastard had done the same to him and Scott long ago.
Scott walked out onto the patio, his own iPad under his arm. “Gretchen’s done it again. I think this is for Megan more than for us.”
“I agree. She hasn’t made an English breakfast for us in over a month.” He reread the e-mail from Dylan. “Got some news here.”
“What?”
“Dylan sent you and I an encrypted e-mail. He’s found Kip.”
“Damn he’s good.” Scott sat and clicked on his iPad. “Where’s Gretchen?”
“I’m betting she’s with Megan, helping her pick out the perfect outfit for her first day at TBK.”
“I’m sure you’re right. I’m glad they hit it off already.”
“Was there any doubt?”
Scott shook his head, reading the message on his iPad. “The bastard is in a federal correctional facility in Georgia.” Then his brother’s jaw dropped. “Shit, Vicky?”
“I know. We should’ve trusted our instincts about her feelings she’d shown for Kip. It seems she’s still into him.”
“We don’t know that yet. We need proof.”
Eric nodded. “I hope you’re right and there’s a simple explanation for her disappearance. But that’s not like her.”
Scott sighed. “No, it isn’t.”
“I’ll call Josh and head to Kip’s prison after breakfast.”
“No.” Scott kept his nose in his iPad. “You aren’t going, Eric. I am.”
“Why not both of us?”
“The only people I would trust Megan’s safety to are Emmett, Bryant, Cod
y, Sawyer, Reed, Josh, or Dylan. The Stones are busy with their new woman, Amber.”
“Isn’t her name Kathy?”
Scott shrugged, placing his iPad on the table and breaking one of Gretchen’s rules by eating the bacon first. “I think Amber is going by the name the guys gave her when she was still suffering from amnesia.”
“Makes perfect sense to me.”
“Sawyer and Reed are swamped getting ready for the livestock auction in Fort Collins next week. Josh will be flying the plane. Dylan is in DC, according to his e-mail here.”
“What about Jason?”
“He’s sheriff, bro. He can’t give Megan the kind of attention and time we would want from a bodyguard. Besides, he’s busy sorting out all that Russian mafia shit that just went down here.”
“Agreed,” he told Scott. “Why you and not me then? Answer me that.”
“Neither of us wants her coming within a hundred miles of that sociopath.”
“True.” Their former employee was truly a genius, capable of more than he or Scott had ever believed possible. A man they’d once trusted turned traitor to the country they still held dear. Kip had also married Megan and screwed up her life. For that, Eric wanted to kill the bastard.
Scott drained his orange juice in a single gulp. “You and Megan need to spend more time together. I got the trip to New York. Now it’s your turn to get to know her better.”
Right now, he cared about making sure whatever asshole who’d used her Internet access from her home wasn’t still a threat to her. It might be Kip, but it seemed highly unlikely from a federal correctional facility.
“What do you say?” Scott asked.
“You’re right.” Eric would love to spend some time alone with her. “But besides finding out if Kip is behind the attacks on TBK’s system, I want you to ask him one question for me.”
“Sure.” Scott paused for a sip of tea. “Tell me what question you want me to ask.”
“Why was Megan still a virgin after being married to him?”
“That’s something I want to know, too. What kind of twisted bastard would do that to such a beautiful, amazing woman like Megan? God, I can’t stop thinking about last night, can you?” Scott had a sex drive that had frightened off many a sub.