Her legs trembled and she thrust her hands into her lap under the table so they wouldn’t see how nervous she was. Which was ridiculous because they flirted, she flirted, and nothing ever came of it. But tonight ... well tonight was just a different night all the way around. She kept looking at him, expecting him to tease or wink, but he seemed dead serious, and that sent another flutter of awareness winging through her body.
The truth was she could use some pampering and whatever else they chose to do after the night she’d had. She couldn’t think of a single, solitary reason to turn them down.
Provided they were serious. And there was only one way to find out. If she made a fool of herself, it wasn’t as if she’d ever see them again.
“As it happens, I can leave anytime,” she said. “Does all that pampering you’re promising come with a foot rub?”
Rick ’s eyes suddenly gleamed dark, making her all shivery inside. Truitt went quiet and the tats on his arms rippled as his muscles jumped and flexed.
“It comes with a hell of a lot more,” Truitt said. “Did you just say yes? Don’t tease, Jessie. We’ve been waiting a hell of a long time for you to put us out of our misery.”
Her heart was about to thump out of her chest. She was positively light-headed. They really weren’t flirting or teasing. They were dead serious, and right now they were both staring her down with eyes that were so hot she was about to melt. Waiting. For her to put them out of their misery.
Well damn, but that made her giddy.
“Just let me clock out and get my keys,” she managed to get out. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Chapter 2
Rick and Truitt were waiting by her car when she walked into the parking lot.
“You shouldn’t be driving with your knee hurting,” Truitt said as he wrested the keys from her grip. “I’ll take your car. You ride with Rick.”
She winced and glanced between Truitt and her tiny beat-up old car. The idea of him fitting his large frame into her ten-year-old Toyota Corolla was laughable.
“I can drive,” she said. “You’ll never fit.”
He pulled her against him until she fit flush against his chest. Lord, but the man smelled as sexy as he looked and she loved the feel of his hard body.
He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. Then he pushed her toward Rick and patted her on the ass. She sighed, rolled her eyes, but let Rick guide her to his truck while Truitt crammed himself into her car.
Rick closed the passenger door after Jessie was inside and then walked around the front to get in on the driver’s side.
“All set?” he asked as he keyed the ignition.
She nodded, suddenly nervous as realization sank in. She was really doing this. She was really going home with two sinfully gorgeous men who were going to do sinfully decadent things to her body.
She couldn’t freaking wait.
He pulled onto the highway and Jessie glanced in the side-view mirror to see Truitt pull in behind them. She started when Rick reached over and slid his fingers through hers. He picked up her hand and pulled it toward him, resting it on top of his thigh.
It was such a small thing, but it felt intimate.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Startled, she looked up at him in question.
“You looked upset in the bar. Right before you fell. Need me to kick anyone’s ass?”
Laughter escaped and some of the stress of the evening lifted away. There was nothing she could do about it now, and she wasn’t about to let Merriam ruin what could possibly be the best night of her life.
“No, but thanks for the offer. It’s kind of nice to have someone willing to kick ass on demand.”
“Anytime,” Rick said with a grin. “Just say the word. Tru and I will be more than happy to take care of it.”
“You two are a trip.”
He glanced sideways. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She ducked her head, a little embarrassed and suddenly a lot shy.
“Jessie?” he prompted in a coaxing voice.
“You’ve been flirting with me for weeks. I didn’t really think you were serious. Well, until tonight when I decided to chance making a fool out of myself.”
He groaned. “Are you telling me you would have taken us up earlier if you had realized we were absolutely serious?”
“Weeelll. Maybe?”
He sighed. “Clearly we need to work on our presentation.”
She smiled. “I needed the time to work up my nerve anyway. You and Truitt are . . . intimidating.”
“Darlin’, the last thing we want is to intimidate you.”
He squeezed her hand and then picked it up and raised it to his mouth. His lips were a warm shock to her palm. And then if that wasn’t enough, he licked over the tips of her fingers and gently sucked each one into his mouth.
Holy hell, but the man had reduced her to a gaping, speechless blob in thirty seconds flat.
“If you had any idea how much I’ve fantasized about you, you’d know that you effectively have me by the balls and I’m yours to command,” he said in amusement.
She had nothing to say to that.
Ten minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of a smallish brick house that looked like a lot of other small brick houses in the neighborhood.
It was a cookie-cutter subdivision. It made her positively wistful. While others might dream of huge houses on huge lots with individuality in spades, her dream house was in a quaint neighborhood with nice people, where kids played in the streets and the houses were all neat and uniform.
But then anything at all would be a step up from her efficiency apartment in a not-so-great neighborhood across town from this middle-class subdivision.
Still, it gave her a happy sigh to dream. One day she’d be beyond her current circumstances. She held on to that hope and knew that she had the power to make it reality. Hard work and a never-quit attitude had gotten her through a devastating car accident. It would get her through her current jobless state.
And at least for tonight she planned to cut loose, have some fun and temporarily forget about her less than ideal circumstances.
Before she had time to open her door, Truitt appeared at her window and opened the door for her. He reached inside and helped her down, holding her to his side until he was sure her knee would support her.
Her chest caved in a little at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
Rick went ahead of them and opened the door. She and Truitt followed and she looked curiously around when he flipped the light on.
If she expected a slovenly bachelor pad, she was wrong. The living room was neat and uncluttered. A masculine dark brown leather couch lined the wall in front of a flat-screen television mounted to the opposing wall. There were two recliners on either side of the couch and a solid oak coffee table in front of the sofa.
It had a cozy, homey look that she was instantly drawn to.
“So which one of you lives here? Or do you both?”
“He’s living here temporarily,” Truitt said, gesturing toward Rick. “His lease ended on his apartment so he’s crashing with me until he decides what he wants to buy and where.”
Why she was surprised that this was Truitt’s house, she wasn’t sure. He had a wild edge to him that contradicted the clean, earthy look to the house. It was very traditional. That was the word she was searching for and Truitt looked anything but traditional.
Truitt curled an arm around her and pulled her into his body. He kissed her brow first but then lowered his mouth to capture her lips in a hot, toe-curling kiss.
Lust hit her like a hammer. She purposely put all her weight on her good leg because if she didn’t she knew she’d go down like a rock.
Truitt must have felt her shift because he pulled away and then steered her toward the couch. She sat and he knelt in front of her, his big hands closing around her aching knee.
As soon as he touched her she let out a soft moan.
Warm and gentle, his palms brushed over her skin. He removed her slides and tossed them a few feet away while Rick settled on her other side.
“I’m probably supposed to be patient and sensitive right now given that you’ve been on your feet all night and your knee hurts, but what I really want is to get you naked. Then I want to lavish all sorts of loving on you,” Rick said as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
“He’s the impatient one,” Truitt said with an eye roll. “He has about as much finesse as a bull in rut.”
“And you don’t want to get her naked?” Rick asked mildly.
“Hell yeah, I want her naked. But these things should be savored. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, the last thing I want is for it to all be over in two seconds. I want to take her clothes off one piece at a time and enjoy every damn minute.”
This wasn’t happening. It simply wasn’t happening. The only explanation was that she was at home and her own fantasies were manifesting themselves in a surprisingly realistic dream. A really fantastic, never-want-it-to-end dream at that.
She cleared her throat delicately. “How does this work exactly?” Then she wanted to die of embarrassment. She sounded like a moron.
Rick grinned. “Darlin’, you have the most gorgeous feminine blush. I just love it when your cheeks get all pink. Makes me want to do all sorts of outrageous things just to get you to do it again.”
“I know I sound like an idiot,” she mumbled. “It’s just that I’ve never had sex with two guys. At the same time, I mean. I’m not at all sure what I’m supposed to do.”
Truitt ran his hand up her leg to rest at her waist. “You don’t have to do a single thing but lie back and let me and Rick make you feel good. We’re going to touch you . . .” He rose up on his knees and leaned in to slide his mouth over hers. “And kiss you . . .” He moved down her jaw and then angled her neck so that he nibbled at the sensitive point below her ear. “And then we’re going to fuck you.”
She reacted strongly to the picture he painted in her mind. The comparison between the slow and sensual kissing and touching, culminated by hot, sweaty fucking nearly had her panting.
“But in order to do that, your clothes have to come off,” Truitt murmured just below her ear.
Rick’s hands slid up her body, tugging gently at her T-shirt. It came free of her denim shorts and he pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra.
“Pretty,” Truitt said as he leaned back in to nibble at the strap over her shoulder.
He dragged at the strap, pulling it down her arm while Rick tugged at the button of her shorts.
“Stand up for just a minute, sweetheart,” Rick said. “Hold on to me so you don’t put weight on that knee. I’ll have you undressed in just a minute and we can take this to the bedroom.”
Truitt pulled her upward and she braced herself on Rick ’s shoulder while Truitt held her other arm. Rick unzipped her shorts and then parted the waistband, baring the thin silk of her panties.
Her shorts slid down her legs. Her bra was half on, half off. Rick and Truitt both hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and eased them downward.
“Damn. Golden, just like the rest of you,” Truitt breathed as he stroked his fingers through the curls between her legs. “Pretty and sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers curled into Rick’s shoulder as she leaned her weight to her right leg. Rick quickly reached up to unclasp her bra and then he pulled it away, tossing it back onto the couch.
Before she could think to be self-conscious about her sudden nudity, Truitt rose and gathered her into his arms. He followed Rick down the hall to a bedroom at the end and when he walked inside, he laid her gently on the bed.
Both men stood over her, greedily devouring her with their gazes. And then they began to undress.
She lay there, riveted to the sight of them peeling away their clothing. Her breath caught when Truitt tossed his shirt aside and revealed the intricate pattern of tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and over his shoulders. Over the firm expanse of his belly, and around his navel, was a matching swirl of Bengal markings.
Rick’s body was devoid of tattoos save the one around his right wrist, and she still wondered about its meaning. If you took the time to have words permanently inked onto your skin, they meant something.
When they both reached for their pants, she forgot to breathe. Truitt was first to shed his jeans and underwear. His cock jutted upward, thick and long. His muscled thighs and lean, rigid abdomen just made him look even bigger and more fearsome.
Rick was a little slower to work his way out of his jeans, but he was no less impressive when he finally stood naked by the bed. Surrounded by dark, silky hair, his cock extended high toward his navel, impressive in both length and girth.
Hell, she had no idea what she was going to do with all this cock but she was sure as hell going to have a good time figuring it out.
Truitt stared down at the golden goddess lying in his bed and it was all he could do to remember his name or how to breathe. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Jessie when she’d started working at the bar he and Rick liked to hang out in, he’d been completely and utterly fascinated.
She wasn’t the most gorgeous woman on earth. But there was a sweetness to her that was compelling. He and Rick weren’t the only ones to notice either. She had every man who went into that damn bar completely and utterly gobsmacked. And she was completely oblivious to it all.
No, she might not be the most gorgeous woman on earth, but she was the most beautiful woman in Truitt’s world, and he was exposed to women every day.
He and Rick dated separate women. It wasn’t like they went around all the time looking for a threesome. But they’d both looked at Jessie and neither of them was going to bow out. So the only recourse they had was to seduce her together. Which, well, was weird, but hell, he wasn’t going to step aside so Rick could put the moves on her.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
Jessie’s face lit up in a smile so sweet that it made his teeth ache. Her cheeks were delightfully pink and she was looking at them both with those big, shy brown eyes.
Rick groaned and then crawled up on the bed on her right side. He lowered his lips to hers and took her. There was no other way to describe the savagery with which he possessed her mouth.
Taking advantage of their distraction, Truitt slid his hand over her bum knee, caressing it a moment before nudging her legs apart.
The soft golden curls parted and her pink feminine flesh came into view, swollen and glistening with her moisture. Above him, Rick moved down to her breasts and began sucking and nipping at her nipples until they were dark pink and rigid.
Hell, he didn’t know what he wanted to taste first, her pussy or her breasts. But since Rick had already claimed her plump, delectable breasts, Truitt settled between her thighs and carefully slid a finger down her damp seam.
She moaned softly and arched her slim hips upward. He smiled and nuzzled through her folds until his mouth touched her slick heat.
He swept his tongue out, savoring the first burst of her flavor as it filled his mouth. Then he licked her from her tiny entrance to the top of the delicate hood that surrounded her clit.
He traced a path around the taut nub and then sucked it gently into his mouth, being careful not to hurt her. She writhed restlessly beneath him and he could hear Rick sucking at her breasts.
The sound was hot. Erotic. The only better noise was the sound of hips slapping against ass and the light sucking sound of a pussy around a cock.
Man, he couldn’t wait to get inside her.
He tongued her entrance. She quivered harder. He slid his tongue inside, tasting her, sipping at her essence. Like drinking sunshine and honey.
“God damn, Truitt. You’re going to have to move before I die up here,” Rick ground out.
Truitt raised his head to see Rick suck strongly at one nippl
e before turning his gaze down to Truitt. He had that crazed look like he was about to come.
Truitt grinned. “You get her mouth. This pussy is all mine.”
“Hell, we can’t make her get on her hands and knees,” Rick said. “She’ll hurt herself.”
“Put her head over the edge of the bed.”
Jessie pushed upward, her eyes glazed, her lips and breasts swollen and red from Rick ’s attentions.
“Where do you want me?” she asked in a husky, passion-laced voice that had Truitt doing his own desperate gritting of his teeth to keep from shooting his wad everywhere.
“Just turn around, darlin’,” Rick said. “Rotate so that your head is off the bed on my side.”
The two men helped her get into position and no sooner had she levered her head downward then Rick had straddled her and slid his cock into her mouth.
For a moment Truitt stared at the erotic sight of Rick fucking her mouth. Holy hell, but the sight of her throat bulging to accommodate his deep thrusts had Truitt’s nuts about to burst.
He yanked open the nightstand drawer and with shaking fingers dumped a box of condoms out, snagging one. He ripped it open, rolled it over his aching cock, and then he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs.
“Ease off a minute, Rick,” Truitt said.
Rick withdrew his cock, now shiny with her saliva. The head was so swollen and purple that it looked damn painful. Rick reached down and lifted Jessie up so that she could look at Truitt.
She looked drunk. High on pleasure. Delectably mussed, her hair in disarray and that fuckable swollen mouth that just begged to be kissed and then fucked some more.
“I’m about to get inside you, Jessie,” Truitt said. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. If I do, if anything either of us does makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, you get Rick’s attention, okay? We’re both impatient bastards right now because seeing you spread out and naked in front of us has us crazy, but we want this to be good for you and we plan to spend all night making you scream our names.”
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