by Meghan March
“When?” Travis asked softly. He leaned over the coffee table, grabbed her hand, and squeezed. He needed the closeness when it was obvious she wasn’t into talking.
Cam’s hand landed on her knee in a similar gesture of support. Even though Travis knew whatever she was going to say next was going to suck donkey balls, he was happy that the three of them were already pulling together like a unit.
“The day they took me,” Lia bit out. “Those assholes killed him. Three rounds and he was down.”
“Then I’m even more glad we fucking ended them and lit up their camp like the Fourth of fucking July,” Cam said, wrapping his arm around Lia’s shoulders. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I had no idea.”
She squeezed Travis’s hand. “Wish I’d known sooner, would’ve made them suffer even more.”
Lia smiled sadly. “He died protecting me. Hell of a big brother, right?”
“The best,” Travis replied.
Lia dropped Travis’s hand and reached for the bottle. “I think that deserves another drink.”
Neither man protested as she filled her shot glass again and tossed the whiskey back.
The card game all but forgotten, Travis focused on Lia. How incredibly fucking amazing she was. She’d been through so much, and she’d clawed her way back every single time.
Travis folded his cards onto the table. “Think I’m done with this hand.”
Lia set her glass down on the table more carefully this time. “I think I’m done with this game.” Her eyes landed on Travis before shifting to Cam. And then she did something completely unexpected—she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
The black cotton floated to the ground, and Travis damn near swallowed his tongue at what Lia unveiled: No bra—just ripe, delicious tits. Bigger than a handful and tipped with perfect, brownish-pink nipples.
Instinctively, Travis reached for the shirt she’d just discarded and started to hand it back.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Cam asked, his words steady and calm. Travis had to wonder if Cam’s heart was hammering as hard as his at the sight of Lia’s perfection. Lia turned, her tits bouncing, and Travis swallowed back a groan at the movement.
Fuck. This woman would destroy him. No doubt about that.
“I’m done playing games. You say you’re in, then let’s make this happen. I don’t want to think about anything tonight. I want to push all the other bullshit aside, and just feel.”
Travis fisted the shirt in his grip. Were they really ready to jump in headfirst? Whatever happened here tonight would change everything. He’d been the one to push this—even more than Lia had—so if it fell to shit, it was largely on him.
Cam must have been operating on the same wavelength—no surprise there since they could practically finish each other’s sentences—and asked, “Are you absolutely sure? Because we can all put our clothes back on and finish our card game and call it a night.”
Lia shook her head. “I’m done playing. I want real.”
Cam looked to Travis, and Travis only hesitated for the briefest of nanoseconds before he nodded.
“Okay, then we’re still gonna take it slow. Get used to each other. And you’re gonna let us call the shots from here on out, but if we do anything you don’t like, or anything makes you uncomfortable, all you have to say is stop. In here, no means no and stop will bring it all to a halt.”
Lia nodded, her fingers digging into the cushion of the couch. “Okay.”
“Then I think Travis should come over here and give those gorgeous tits some attention while I finally get a taste of those sweet lips of yours.”
Travis didn’t have to be asked twice; he stood, gripped the coffee table with both hands, and lifted it out of the way. Lia’s eyes widened as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Can’t have anything getting in my way.”
Her mouth opened into a small O, and that’s when Cam leaned in, cupping her jaw, and turned her face to his. Travis waited for the jealousy, for the surge of possessiveness that even he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back … but nothing came. He was too caught up in watching Lia’s eyelids sink closed and the sweet little sounds coming from her lips. He couldn’t wait to make her moan so loud the entire ranch could hear it.
Cam pulled away. “Just as sweet as I imagined.” He brushed her hair out of her face and pulled it back behind her shoulders.
Travis stayed motionless until Cam looked to him and raised a brow. Travis shook out of his momentary paralysis and tilted Lia’s chin back down to him.
When her eyes met his, he skimmed the backs of his fingers along her jaw. Hell. Her skin was so goddamned smooth. He followed the arch of her neck down to the hollow of her throat and slowed at the swell of her breast.
“So fucking smooth.” He continued his descent, skimming the backs of two fingers over her puckered nipple.
Lia released a quiet moan and her nipple hardened further. He trailed back up to her chin, then back down the slope of her other breast, circling the areola.
“Can’t wait to have these in my mouth.” He smiled at Lia’s absent nod. Watching her every reaction, he rose up on his knees, ghosted his lips over hers, before following the same path he’d taken with his fingers.
Lia arched forward, pushing her chest toward Travis’s face. Every nerve ending flared as the hint of his lips whispered over her skin. Her mouth opened on a quiet moan and her head dropped back as his lips closed over her nipple.
“Omigod,” she breathed.
Cam’s big hand once again cupped her jaw and turned her toward him, and his mouth lowered over hers.
His lips—so firm and smooth—touched and teased before his tongue joined in and demanded entry.
As soon as she acquiesced to the demand, he buried his other hand in her hair and devoured.
She would forever associate Cam’s unique flavor with the mildest bite of whiskey. Her tongue dueled with his, and she leaned into him, moaning as Travis cupped one breast and kneaded while his tongue flicked and circled her nipple.
The sensations coming from both parts of her body were overwhelming. So long without any sensual contact with a man, and now she was overloading—from just a kiss and a man playing with her breasts.
The overload didn’t scare her. No, it made her want to fan the flame—take it higher, hotter, further. She wanted more. More touch, more taste, more sensation. She wanted it all.
Lia threw herself into the kiss and pushed her chest out into Travis’s touch. Her hands shot out, one burying in Cam’s hair and the other gripping Travis’s shoulder.
Travis must have thought her touch meant to stop, because he lifted his head.
She pulled back from Cam’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Why are you stopping?”
Her eyes flicked open and swung to Travis.
“You don’t want me to stop?” he asked.
Breathlessly, she replied, “No. Don’t stop.”
Travis looked to Cam. “Want to move this to your bedroom?”
His words brought no fear—just a rush of molten heat between her legs. Without waiting for Cam’s response, Lia pushed herself to her feet and took a step in the direction of the bedrooms.
A calloused hand wrapped around her wrist.
“Hold on, sweetheart.” Cam’s voice held a note that she couldn’t identify. There was desire, but also … caution.
Lia tossed a glance over her shoulder. “I don’t want to hold on, unless it’s to both of you.”
Cam pulled her back, and then turned her to face them. “We’re not having sex tonight.”
“Wait, what? Why not?” Lia sputtered.
“Because we’re not jumping into this a million miles an hour. We’re going to take it slow. We’re in no hurry, and we’re going to savor this. Savor you.”
“But what if I want—”
Cam’s expression darkened. “I told you we would call the shots. Consider
this us doing that.”
“But—”
Travis reached out and squeezed her other hand with his. “But nothing. We’ve waited this long, one more night isn’t going to kill any of us.” The corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he glanced to Cam and then back to Lia. “But that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to tease you until you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
Heat burned Lia’s cheeks, but it was a punch of lust, not embarrassment, that was driving it. As of right now, she’d made the decision to check her inhibitions and shyness at the door.
“Okay.”
Both men rose, and between them, Lia felt sheltered and tiny. At 5’6”, she wasn’t used to feeling small—at least not in the normal world, but here at the ranch, all of the men seemed to be giant, so feeling short wasn’t a new development. But when two had men flanked her before, her instincts would riot, sending panic racing through her. But right now—between these two men? She felt nothing but content. She loved that they were big and strong and able to protect her.
Cam slid his fingers through hers, and Travis gripped her other hand. Together, they walked toward the bedroom, with Cam leading the way. Crossing the threshold, her eyes landed on the king-sized bed, covered in a navy blue quilt, taking up the majority of the room.
They all paused at the foot of the bed.
“Second thoughts?” Cam asked.
“None,” she replied, courage rising even stronger.
“You’re fucking amazing, Lia. You need to know that. Fucking amazing.”
She looked up at them both. “Thank you. You make me feel amazing.”
“You want me to make you feel even more amazing?” Travis asked, sinking to his knees in front of her. “Because I want my mouth on this sweet pussy, too. I’ve been dying to know how you taste for so goddamn long.”
Turn down oral? Not likely. Lia nodded absently. “Yes. Yes to more amazing.”
Travis’s fingers found the button of her jeans and the zipper before peeling the denim down her legs.
“Whoa, sweetheart, you forget something here?” Once again, Travis ran the backs of his knuckles over skin.
Confused, Lia looked down and then laughed self-consciously. “Ummm … I didn’t think my panties were the sexiest … so I kind of left them off.”
Travis leaned in, and she felt his next words spoken against her navel. “No need to wear them ever again as far as I’m concerned,” he breathed. He dragged his lips from her belly button all the way down to her pussy.
She shivered at the contact, anticipating the first brush of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh.
Big hands landed on her hips, and her eyes flew to Cam’s. He said nothing, just slid behind her until he was seated on the bed and lifted her easily into his lap. He hooked one leg over each of his and ran his palms up her belly to cup her breasts before dragging his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
Lia melted into him, dropping her head back onto his shoulder. Fuck. He was solid heat against her back. Any other thoughts flew from her head as they seemingly coordinated their movements.
Cam’s forefingers and thumbs pinched and rolled her nipples as Travis spread her lips and dragged his tongue up her slit.
“Oh my God,” Lia moaned. Pleasure unfurled as they continued. Travis, sucking and licking and tasting, and Cam, tugging and teasing. Travis’s lips closed around her clit as desire sparked through her.
She’d wondered if she’d be able to come, and hadn’t been convinced of the fact, but the orgasm was already building. She rocked her hips forward, encouraging Travis—wrapping a hand around the back of his head and scraping her nails down the back of his buzzed hair—something she knew he loved.
He groaned against her pussy, and Lia’s own moan broke free.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let us hear how much you like it.” Cam’s words rumbled in her ear, zinging straight to her nipples.
The shivers gathered low in her belly as Travis teased her entrance.
She’d never survive. No way. The shivers gained substance until Travis slipped a finger inside her and Cam pinched down on her nipples—then she shook as the first orgasm she’d had in nearly a year washed over her. It wasn’t the slamming-into-a-brick-wall kind of orgasm; it was a delicious swell of pleasure.
She pushed Travis’s head away when the swipes of his tongue became too much for her to handle.
He pulled back. “Didn’t think you could look more beautiful, but that look on your face is proving me wrong. Gonna have to put that look on your face as often as goddamn possible.”
One second she was sitting up, and the next she was bent back over Cam’s arm. Her hands flew up, gripping his chest, but the easy smile on his face quieted her panic.
“I had to see it for myself,” was all he said.
These men … wow.
It was her turn. Lia tried to scramble off Cam’s lap, but he held her fast.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to—”
“Let us make you come again,” he interrupted.
And then she was flat on her back with Cam propped on one knee beside her.
Well … okay then.
Cam woke in the middle of the night to a curvy body curled around his side and a small hand on his chest. Normally it was the nightmares that woke him, but this time it was the hair—wild dark hair—tickling his pecs.
His lips quirked into a contended smile.
His arm was asleep, and he didn’t fucking care. He loved it. His gaze dropped to Lia’s hip, where Travis’s hand rested.
He waited for the rush of jealousy to come … and kept waiting. Instead, he felt a breath of relief. If anything ever happened to him in this less-than-certain world, Lia would never be alone. Not just because of the clan they had at the ranch, but because Travis would be just as protective over her as he would be.
This relationship—as crazy as it seemed—might be the best idea they’d ever had.
Falling asleep with this woman in his arms, knowing that the man who’d watched his back through some of the most deadly scenarios imaginable was there to cover them both was unbelievably comforting—and Cam wasn’t the kind of guy who usually sought comfort. He was used to charging ahead and hoping like hell enemy fire never found its mark. But this … this felt right.
He closed his eyes and found sleep again.
Lia’s eyes flicked open, and the first sensation to hit her was heat. Waves and waves of it coming off the two huge, hard bodies bracketing her on the bed.
Oh shit. I fell asleep, she recalled. After that amazing orgasm.
All the stress of the day—combined with the whiskey—and she’d lost the battle against sleep after they’d taken turns unleashing torrents of pleasure within her. Cam had pressed a kiss to her hair and Travis a kiss to her cheek. They’d both said the same thing: We’re not rushing things. Just sleep.
She’d let her lids fall closed and had tumbled into the most delicious dream. Except it wasn’t a dream, even though it was still completely dark outside.
A big hand cupped her breast, idly stroking her nipple—which was now puckered and hard.
Another hand was ghosting fingers across the flat plane of her stomach. With each pass, the fingers moved south.
Lia lifted her head off the chest she was using as a pillow. Cam. He met her eyes.
“This okay?”
Heat cascaded through her as his hand moved even lower still, just north of her clit.
The thumb on her nipple increased its pressure, and Travis’s voice came over her shoulder. “And this?”
“Yes. All of it.”
This was what she’d been waiting for. What she’d been wanting. Two bodies, four hands, all focused on her. It had been a heady idea, and now it was an intoxicating reality.
She waited for the darkness to sneak up and demand she run from the sensations sweeping through her, but it never came. All that existed was the shimmer
of pleasure and the swell of emotion for each of these men.
So she responded the only way she could. “More.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Cam said, sliding his hand lower. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Soooo...” she trailed off when the word became more of a moan than anything else.
“I think she’s sure, man.”
Travis’s thumb and forefinger worked her nipple as Cam’s hand slid lower to cup her.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet. Already soaking my hand.”
And she was. Hell, she’d never been so wet in her life.
He slid one finger between her pussy lips and skimmed her opening before dragging it up through her wetness to her clit.
She arched against Travis’s hard chest, pressing her lower half into Cam’s hands. She didn’t bother to keep track of whose hands were where as the tendrils of lust began to wind around her body, turning her sounds to whimpers and outright begging.
“Omigod, right there.”
“You talk to God a lot, baby,” Travis whispered in her ear. “I’d rather hear you scream my name. Both our names.”
Cam’s thumb stayed on her clit, the exquisite pressure driving her hips harder into his hand, and his finger plunged inside her.
“She’s going to be screaming both our names when we get inside her this morning.”
Her eyes shot open at Cam’s words, and she found his dark ones fixed on her.
“We’re … right now?”
Cam lowered his head and nipped at her lips before kissing her deeply.
“Unless you’re having second thoughts, baby, this is happening. If you touched my cock right now, you’d know exactly how hard I am for you. Fucking dying to get inside you. We both are. I spent the night with this hot little body next to me, and damned if it didn’t make it so much easier to sleep—and so much fucking harder. Having you so close and still not knowing is the best kind of torture.”
Lia’s heart hammered, and it wasn’t just because of the orgasm that was building low in her belly already. It was because of what was going to happen here. Was she truly ready for this?