“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Riley asked.
Finally, one of them might listen. Might.
“Why did you ask what I wanted if you were going to get me something else? Do I have any say in what goes on here?”
“Of course, you have a say in everything, honey.”
“Sara, you have a choice. Always a choice.”
She waited, letting her eyes move from one to the other.
Riley moved first, coming to stand right in front of her, his hands by his side. “Sara, we don’t want to take choices away from you. We want you to be pampered, taken care of completely.” Carefully, as if he expected her to flinch away from the contact, he cupped her cheek.
She let him touch her but didn’t change her angry expression.
“I admit both Kale and I are a little controlling.”
“You think?” she replied.
He grinned, which she’d expected. “Give us a chance. You might like being spoiled.”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for years. I don’t need to be spoiled.” A little voice in her head wondered what it might be like to be spoiled by these bad boys. A few luscious images gave her pause. It might not be too bad, having both of them at her beck and call.
“We can be very convincing, if you let us,” Kale whispered in her ear. When did he get close enough to croon the words? He was just standing at the counter a minute ago.
“Think about it while we’re on the road.” Riley tugged on her hand. “You have about fifteen minutes.”
Sara did as he asked. She couldn’t help it, the images flashing through her brain in a rapid slide show of all the ways they could spoil her. And damn if each new image wasn’t better than the one before. Maybe giving up a little of her freedom wasn’t a bad idea.
They turned off the highway and onto a two-lane road bordered by trees and not much else. There were no streetlights, and the late hour kept her from seeing much of the landscape. After a few miles, they rounded a curve, and the lights of a large city could be seen in the distance.
“Where exactly do you live?” she asked.
“Out of town,” Riley said. “I have to work in Austin on occasion, but most of my clients are international, so I use my home office most of the time. Those lights in the distance are in Austin.”
The truck slowed, and he turned right again, away from the lights. “It’s about a forty-five-minute drive on a good traffic day, but since I rarely use the space, it’s worthwhile to live out here. Easier to think in the peace and quiet.”
They passed through a wide-open wrought iron gate with lights on each side, but once through the entrance, the only thing Sara could see was the paved road in front of the truck. In the distance, lights twinkled, illuminating the front doors of large houses set far apart and back from the road.
Ultimate privacy.
In light of the relationship she was entering into, Sara could appreciate the need for the semi-isolation of the homes, and she wondered if the other inhabitants of the neighborhood had similar lifestyles.
Riley turned into a driveway, and lights blinked on as he progressed up the long drive. Halfway to the house, exterior lights illuminated the front door and the garage entrance. The large one-story dwelling was cocooned in stacked stone, and the front windows were bracketed with dark wood shutters. Before her eyes, lights bloomed inside, and her thoughts jumped from the masculine nature of the home to who might be waiting inside.
The garage door rose, and Riley turned the truck to enter the first bay. The middle door lifted for Kale, but the third door stayed down. Sara looked around the scrupulously tidy garage. Racks and pegboards lined the front wall, tools easily recognized and placed for convenience. Not a good sign for her. Organization was definitely not her strong suit, and clutter often prevailed at her apartment. Riley was distinctly a non-clutter kind of guy. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hold her messiness against her or expect her to maintain this level of compulsive neatness.
She turned her head to the right, trying to look beyond Kale’s truck to see what was in the third bay, but it was too dark and Kale was already standing at her door. As she slid out of the seat and into his waiting arms, the garage doors began their descent. The sound of both doors hitting the concrete rumbled in her head. It was the sound of one part of her life ending and another beginning.
Chapter 11
Riley led the way into the house through a laundry room and into a large open-concept kitchen. Kale set the bag from the restaurant on the table and unpacked the food while Riley got out plates. They worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine, and Sara’s thoughts flashed to other areas, other rooms in the house where they might work so smoothly together.
Her heart thumped in her chest, heat rising and moving through her body. The unknown was calling her, burning her with anticipation and fear in equal measure. The thought of food was making her queasy. Or it could be hunger making her head spin. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and her body was finally rebelling. She’d barely eaten when the men insisted, her stomach willing to participate but her head focused on her legal problems. Not to mention the two men trying to seduce her.
She reached for a chair and swayed where she stood. Warm hands caught her from both sides, and she let herself be placed in a chair. Riley brought her a large glass of cold water, pressing it into her hands.
“Drink. You’re probably dehydrated and hungry. Kale is fixing you a plate, and none of that salad stuff. You need real food. Don’t argue. Just eat.”
Kale set a plate in front of her. Bless them both, they were already spoiling her. One third of the plate was piled high with grilled chicken, neatly cut into bite-sized cubes. A small baked potato sat next to the meat, containers of butter, sour cream, and bacon bits on the table nearby. Steamed mixed vegetables took up the rest of the plate, along with a warm roll. If she wasn’t careful, she’d weigh three hundred pounds in a month.
Her stomach rumbled, and she decided to forget her diet woes and do as they instructed. She ate. After the first bite, they walked away, giving her a few minutes alone while they made their own plates. A sudden sense of loss filled her, followed closely by irritation. Apparently, her lack of nutrition and possibly her curiosity concerning the next few hours had her hormones in an uproar. She should not be feeling this attached to Kale and Riley. It was too soon.
But when they joined her at the table, talking about the yard work that needed to be done and whether or not they’d need to go to the grocery store the next day, her body relaxed. Her heart reset its rhythm, and a sense of comfort settled in her chest. For some strange reason, she felt at home in this kitchen, surrounded by these two hunky, overbearing men who wanted to control her life and pamper her until she exploded into a huge mass of overindulgence gone wild.
Sara smiled. It might be nice to let someone take care of her. Looking down at her plate, she realized the food was gone, consumed on autopilot while her brain worked through other things. At least her head and stomach were settled for the night.
Riley stood and cleared the table while Kale put away the leftovers. Sara watched. No one asked for her help. In fact, Kale refilled her glass and told her to sit and relax. She could definitely get used to this treatment.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Riley said, offering his hand. “Let me show you around. You look like you’re ready to crash.”
The kitchen opened to a large living area. A long sectional shared the room with a huge flat-screen television and too many electronic devices for her to recognize. Riley led her down a hall, pointing out a guest room, his room, Kale’s room, and finally the room she would have.
Surprise then anxiety filled her. She hadn’t expected to have her own room. The king-sized bed looked big enough to hold a dozen people, and she’d be lost in it by herself. A dresser sat against one wall, her suitcases in front of it.
Riley led her to a door on the far side of the room. He ushered her inside and Sara sighed with pleasure.
It was the largest bathroom she’d ever seen, almost as big as the bedroom in her apartment. A huge whirlpool tub sat in a corner, and a long walk-in shower filled one wall. Off to one side, a door stood open, revealing the toilet. The counter was long, with one sink, lots of cabinets and shelves for linens, and an area for primping. The walls were painted a rich chocolate and edged in white crown molding.
“You approve?”
“Oh, Riley, it’s beautiful,” she replied.
“Good. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. I want this to be your home in every way possible.”
He turned to leave, and she stopped him.
“Riley?”
The look in his eyes woke up the butterflies in her stomach. One brow rose, and they flailed recklessly while she found the right words.
“I thought, I mean…”
The heat in his expression intensified, and he positioned himself immediately in front of her. “We didn’t want to push you tonight.” He cupped her face, his fingers dancing over her cheek. “Do you want company tonight, Sara?”
“I don’t want to be alone,” she said, her words a squeak of anxiety.
“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Why don’t you take a soak in the tub while I talk to Kale?”
Phrased as a question, she knew it was more of a dictate, but she didn’t care. She’d already been thinking about that big bathtub.
Before he’d cleared the door, Sara was opening her suitcase in search of a nightgown and robe. But the only choice was a short cotton robe. Not one nightgown was to be found after searching both bags. Riley must have discarded them when her back was turned.
Standing naked, surrounded by luxury, Sara turned on the faucet. Hot water filled the tub and sent a cloud of steam hovering around her. Sara slipped into the wet heat and leaned against the side of the tub. The solitude and warmth insinuated itself within her, and she let her muscles unwind. She turned off her mind and let her body float through the minutes until she was thoroughly wrinkled and waterlogged.
Grabbing a towel, she flipped the drain open and stepped onto the mat. A thick towel settled on her shoulders, and she jumped, surprised by the hands holding the towel in place. Kale patted her arms dry while Riley used another towel on her back, his fabric-covered hands tracing down each leg.
She felt his lips at her hip, then at the top of her thigh. Her breath caught when he scraped his teeth against the curve of her butt. After that, Sara lost track of reality.
Kale was kneeling at her feet, working his way up her legs with a towel. He stopped to nuzzle the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she shivered at the feel of his mouth so close to her sex. He turned his head and exhaled against her curls, and Sara felt her body clench, moisture gathering within her.
The towel at her back pressed tight, receded, then slipped under her arms and around to her chest. Riley’s hands cupped her breasts, the towel the only barrier between his skin and hers. His open mouth found the back of her neck, and the dual onslaught took her breath away. Sara dropped her head on Riley’s shoulder and moaned.
Both men stood, each facing her, surrounding her, and Sara trembled at the heat and power radiating from their bodies. She looked into Kale’s eyes and saw tenderness, need, and desire. He brushed damp hair from her face and kissed her with a passion she couldn’t resist.
“Let us love you, Sara,” Riley murmured in her ear. The towel dropped to the floor. His hands returned to her breasts, and she squirmed at the pressure he exerted. Her breasts felt heavier, fuller than they’d been a moment ago.
She was on fire, heat blooming along every nerve in her body.
Flames roared across her senses as Kale pushed one finger into her core, reversed the action, then added a second finger. She was on the verge of a climax and they’d just begun.
Riley released her, soothed her with a kiss on her cheek before scooping her into his arms and leaving the confines of the bathroom. They moved straight to the bed, already prepared and waiting for the three of them. Her only lucid thought was the status of the bedcovers and whether they’d been turned down. Such a mundane thing to wonder about when she was about to be ravished by two burly, hot-as-hell men bent on driving her insane with pleasure.
Riley kneeled on the bed and set her in the middle. Kale moved onto the bed from the other side. Now she knew why they put her in the room with the king-sized bed.
Both men went straight for a breast, licking, nibbling, and suckling. It was an intoxicating experience, having two dark heads parked on her chest while pleasure danced across her skin.
Sara moaned, plunged her fingers into each man’s hair, and cupped their skulls. She could feel the rise and fall of their heads as they moved against her, could feel their pleasure in the tensile strength emanating from their bodies.
Two hands moved down her body, hot palms mapping her skin as she squirmed with a need for more. She cried out as Riley released her nipple and licked his way down her body. Wet, sucking kisses marked his progress to the intersection of her legs and torso. Sara felt his breath flutter across the curls covering her sex, followed by the rough texture of his fingers as they slipped between her folds.
Oh, God, the feel of his fingers exploring her body had her quivering with need. His lips made contact with her clit, and if Kale hadn’t been lying across her chest, Sara would have levitated off the bed.
Riley lifted his head from between her thighs and chuckled. “You liked that, baby?”
She wanted to answer, she really did. But the only thing she could manage was a mumbled moan before he began again. When he came up for air a few minutes later, the best Sara could do was whimper. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and every inch of her was strung tighter than a violin string. She’d been oh so close to splitting apart for an eternity or maybe ten minutes, she could tell which.
“Kale, you didn’t tell me she tasted so sweet,” Riley said, “Damn, her syrup is like fine wine.”
He licked through her slit again and she moaned, “Please, I need—”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Riley asked.
Her body cried out for release, but words were beyond her. She sobbed, panted as his fingers feathered through her slit, his eyes glistening as he watched her.
“Do you want to come, Sara?” Riley asked.
Kale leaned over her, possessing her mouth in a thoroughly decadent kiss, and she finally found her voice when he released her lips. “Yes, please,” she panted, “I need to come.”
His hand moved across her skin, slid into her, and pressed her clit.
She shattered, arching off the bed as fire raced along her nerves. Hot hands caressed her as she floated back to the bed, soft kisses pressed to her shoulders, her throat, and she was surrounded by heat. Her eyes opened enough to look at the two men beside her, Kale to the left and Riley to the right. Both wore a small smile, a hard cock, and a condom.
“Come to me, sweet Sara,” Riley crooned, pulling her into his arms as he rolled to his back. He cuddled her close and spread kisses across her shoulder. Her legs dropped, falling to each side of his hips, and Sara felt his erection pressing into her stomach, long and thick.
“We’re going to take good care of you, Sara,” he whispered in her ear. “Relax and trust us. We’ll be gentle.”
Something cool and slick trickled between her cheeks, and a warm palm settled on her butt. Sara shivered, flinching when Kale’s finger smoothed the liquid into the seam of her rear. She’d known this would happen from the moment Kale brought Riley into their relationship. She wasn’t completely naïve. She read books. She knew what could go on between a woman and two men. She just never expected it to happen to her, and it was a little scary.
But at the moment, it wasn’t as scary as it was intensely erotic. She didn’t know Riley as well as she knew Kale, but she trusted Kale, and by extension, she trusted his friend. Her new lover.
While Kale added more lotion, Riley seduced her with his hands and with his lip
s and with his words, whispering encouragement by way of a description of how they were going to make her feel. Whispers of how much they would cherish the gift of her trust. His voice brushed across her senses like the tender sweep of a lover’s hand across her skin, tantalizing and preparing her for the ecstasy to come. It cajoled while Kale prepared her rear entrance, the rough erotic words a mirror of the sensation of Kale’s fingers slipping into her, spreading the gel that would ease the way for his cock.
All sense of time disappeared, leaving Sara in a state of suspended arousal, the wait building the need within her while Kale soothed and stretched her.
“Relax your body, sweet Sara,” Riley crooned, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her. She felt the bump of Kale’s cock pressing into her, pushing against the tight ring of muscle. Pain sipped at the edges of consciousness, and she cried out.
“Push out for me, honey,” Kale groaned. “Let me in, baby. It will only hurt for a minute.”
Riley distracted her, moving his hips against her, and Sara let go, pushing out as Kale asked. He pushed into her, and she cried out, arching her back. As she lifted her body from his, Riley took advantage, shifting his hips and repositioning his cock to meet her as Sara’s body dropped back onto him. He slid home with a deep moan, and she was taken.
The sense of fullness left her panting, awash in the sensation of complete possession. She was surrounded, pierced by both men, utterly possessed.
Then they began to move, and every nerve within her screamed in pleasure-pain the likes of which she’d never imagined. The intensity shifted as each man moved, bouncing from one side to the other and keeping her breathless and enveloped in a state of near orgasm she feared she wouldn’t survive.
Both men spoke to her, sex talk she could perceive but not respond to, hearing only their compelling words, phrases designed to bring her closer to orgasm.
But she was already on the precipice.
She could feel their muscles bunching, tightening, and knew they were close. They were holding back, waiting for her. Sara let go, gave over control to them, trusting Kale and Riley to take care of her.
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