He and Eric played with the pure chocolate paint, writing words on her skin they wanted her to see. Matt had watched and she continued to avoid looking at herself but she’d see them soon enough.
Smack! Jocelyn jumped, ruining the heart Matt was painting on her bikini line.
“Ow! What was that for?” She might have been frowning at his cousin but her tone sounded amused.
“I needed an outline.” Eric’s voice was unapologetic as he concentrated on painting what Matt assumed was a handprint on her ass. He painted in the heart he’d been working on to hide the smear from when she’d jumped.
“So are we going to have fun in the shower after all this?”
“Nope,” Matt replied, “we’re going to lick it off you.”
* * * *
Jocelyn had no idea how sensual it would be to have two men painting things on her. The warm chocolate and stroke of soft bristles against her skin was incredibly erotic. She didn’t care what they were drawing as long as they didn’t stop. She closed her eyes and let them play, the relaxing feel lulling her and drawing her attention to different parts of her body. Her butt still stung a bit from when Eric smacked her but that had quickly changed as he drew his brush along her skin.
Her eyes flickered open when her nipple was covered. That didn’t feel like a one of the paintbrushes. Eric grinned down at her, using his finger to smear the melted chocolate on her skin. When her nipple was covered he lifted his finger to her lips. Keeping her eyes with his she drew his finger into her mouth, sucking and licking the chocolate off him. His eyes drooped slightly, as a low moan rumbled in his throat. Her mouth made a soft popping noise when he pulled his finger back and he pressed in for a kiss. She tried to move closer to him but he kept a space between them she didn’t want.
He eased an end to their kiss and lifted his head. “Look in the mirror.”
“I don’t want to.” She did her best to avoid looking at herself too much and having her flaws on display with the two of them present didn’t sit well with her.
Eric moved to the side and Matt stood at her other side. “Five seconds. That’s all we ask. Aren’t you curious about our artistic abilities?”
“I’d rather get to the licking off part,” she replied.
“Five seconds.” Eric’s decadent voice rumbled into her ear. Despite her mind screaming a denial, her traitorous body responded to the low, seductive tone of his voice. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, and she needed to feel their hands on her skin. When did that happen? She normally would have preferred as little touching as possible but she practically craved the feel of their hands, lips, and god she needed them inside of her.
“Okay, five seconds.” She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.
At first she noticed the heart on her hip and couldn’t help but laugh. “Beautiful” was written down her hip in a line toward her pussy. “Meow” was written on the inner side of her thigh below her pussy, making her laugh. “Gorgeous” was written down the side of her other thigh. When she turned she found the chocolate outline of a handprint on her ass, “Pretty in Pink” written under it. “Elegant” was painted at the curve of her waist, “Sexy”, “Cute”, “Delicious”…the words were all over her interspersed with smiley faces and hearts. What made her breath catch in her throat was “Ours” written on the curve of her breast, right over her heart.
Is this really how they see me?
She looked up at Eric who nodded at her and then at Matt. They must have seen the question on her face. “All that and more,” was all Matt said. Her heart banged hard against her rib cage as she lifted herself up for a kiss. Matt didn’t disappoint. He ravaged her mouth, pulling her heart against his body. She slipped against his skin as she moved. Eric moved in close behind her, licking a path along her shoulder.
What Jocelyn thought was going to be a lighthearted game had turned into so much more. She reached back and speared her fingers through his hair and held on. The flames of arousal that had simmered as they’d painted her skin ignited with every touch of their skin on hers. She felt hypersensitive to their touch, craved it more than anything else. Her mind played back the words she’d seen written on every part of her body as they touched her.
They both sucked on the chocolate covering her nipples at the same time. Jocelyn lifted up on her toes with the intense sensation, her legs shook, and if not for their support she would have fallen. It was as if they were reading her mind because moments later she was on her back on the bed, Eric between her legs lapping at her pussy as Matt continued to torment her nipples.
Unable to get a good grip on either of them she gripped the bedsheets, pulling on them as she felt her first orgasm crash over her like a wave of liquid heat. “I need…I need!” She tried to formulate the words but her thoughts had fragmented under the extreme pleasure they were making her feel.
“Shhhh, I’ve got ya, darlin’.” Eric shifted between her legs before lifting her up. He held her hips as she reached between her legs for his cock, feeling the condom he’d already put on. She didn’t know when he did it nor did she care at the moment. All she wanted was to feel more, them both, everything.
She cried out when he entered her. Her dripping cunt accepted him with ease, allowing his entire length to slide in, stretching her internal muscles with a delicious stretch. She bounced on his lap a couple times, feeling his length piston in and out of her driving her higher. It felt so good but she needed more.
Eric held her close as he shifted their position. Lying back, he brought her down with him so her breasts rested against his chest. “Easy. We’ll give you everything you need.”
She felt Matt’s fingers trace a line down her spine and she arched into his touch. “Yes…” Both of them. “More.” She’d beg if she had to but didn’t know what she was begging for.
When something touched her back entrance she jumped and then moaned at the feel of Eric’s cock rubbing that incredibly sensitive spot inside her. “Again…please go do that again.”
A low chuckle reached her ears but she knew they weren’t laughing at her. Matt stroked her anus, ratcheting up her arousal higher than she’d ever felt in her life. The first invasion she felt had her panting and pressing back for more.
“Stay as still as you can while Matt stretches you. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care. I want to feel him in me too.”
Eric crooned at her and stroked his hands along her cheek, soothing the hunger ever so slightly. “Soon…we’ll never deliberately hurt you.”
“I can’t wait…” The intensity of it pounded against her. With every stroke Eric’s cock rubbed that spot inside her, driving her closer and closer to madness.
“Breathe, Jocelyn. Soon, hold on a little bit longer.” Matt continued to stroke her ass, adding a finger and making it burn until she relaxed and started begging again.
“Fuck she’s so tight. This is going to be the ride of a lifetime.” This time it wasn’t a finger pressing against her back entrance. He felt like a baseball bat.
“Push out, beautiful. Let me in.”
“She didn’t quite understand what he meant, but when she followed his instructions she felt his huge cock pop past the first couple rings. He ass burned like crazy, but Eric moved and rubbed that spot again and it all dissolved into a white-hot pleasure.
As Matt pressed into her, Eric moved out of her pussy. The tip of his cock dragged along her inner muscles, making her shake. They set up a rhythm, alternating as they moved in and out of her pussy and ass. Each pass had her crying out louder and louder. The orgasm that the burning managed to hold back burst past that mental barrier and slammed into her, taking her under as she shook.
Riding on a wave of extreme pleasure she was vaguely aware of Matt and Eric both roaring out their release. The hot warmth that flooded her body triggered another release, smaller but enough to keep her floating in a delicious space of divine pleasure a while longer.
Jocelyn had no idea how long she floated in her happy place before floating peacefully back down into her body. She shifted her position, feeling each man stretched out alongside of her. She didn’t even remember moving.
“If the messier the better, then I think we just had the best sex ever.” Her comment made the men curled up on either side of her laugh. She might have been the one covered in chocolate in the beginning but now it was all over Matt, Eric, and the sheets. “I think a shower might be called for but I need one of you to carry me because I don’t have any energy left.”
“Darlin’, we’d carry you to the ends of the Earth if you asked.”
Eric pressed a kiss to her forehead and Jocelyn closed her eyes. You’re not a romantic, remember. The small voice that hid in that protected, hidden part of her heart didn’t have a chance against chocolate and lube. She might be a terrifying sight to see at the moment, but she’d never felt as beautiful and sexy in her life.
Chapter Ten
April 29th
“Hey what do you call a fireman that’s afraid of fire?”
“A Baldwin.”
Jocelyn glanced over at the two men leaning back against the bar railing laughing loudly at their joke. Matt wrapped his hand around her upper arm and kept walking but she could feel the tension radiating off him as they moved. The playful smile he’d worn moments before had been replaced by a hard line to his jaw. She didn’t know what was going on but a part of her felt the urge to defend them. Matt’s large body blocked her view of the two men when she turned to say something.
“Ignore them, beautiful.” He let go of her arm and slid his hand along her spine, resting on the small of her back, a simple caress that almost managed to scatter her thoughts. She loved the way his and Eric’s touch made her feel. It was as if they desired her so much they couldn’t keep their hands off her.
“Who are they?”
“A couple of asshole McLeans.” He held her hand as she slipped into the booth and then slipped in across from her.
“If that is the way they behave then I’m not surprised there is still such animosity between your families.”
“The Baldwins aren’t the exception to the rule.” He reached over and caught one of her hands in his. The tension melted off him and his normal grin curled his lips. “We have assholes in our gene pool, too.”
“If it’s any consolation, it’s a genetic flaw in every family. I’ve yet to investigate a family tree that didn’t have a few worms in their apples.”
The waitress came over and took their order. Matt ordered a couple beers while she opted for a glass of wine. They both decided to wait for Eric before ordering food. Matt seemed to have gotten over the joke the other man made but it still nagged at Jocelyn. “Matt, what did he mean by that joke. It was obviously a personal dig at you and Eric.”
“It’s not my story to tell, but I don’t want him to hear that shit is starting up again. A few years ago Eric was in an accident that almost cost him his life. The building we were in became unstable and started to crumble. I got out but a wall collapsed behind me trapping him underneath. You can train all you want for that possibility but sometimes things happen you don’t expect.”
“That’s how he got the burns on his hand?” And the scars on his back. Her chest tightened at the thought. He must have been terrified.
“Yeah, it was touch and go for a while with him. That’s why we transferred back to Sanctuary and took over more of a training position. Eric isn’t afraid of fire but he doesn’t have the confidence he once did. I trust the guy with my life but he doesn’t trust himself.”
It told her a lot about the loyalty and bond between these two men. Matt came back here because his cousin needed to. She glanced over at the door and saw Eric walk in. Lifting her arm she waved to catch his attention. He smiled when he saw her and headed over toward them. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he walked across the bar toward them. She knew his dimples would be showing, considering the size of his smile. Eric’s muscles weren’t as bulky as Matt’s but he was still a large solid man. Who looks incredible in denim and cowboy boots.
Personally, she thought they looked better out of clothes, with soap suds trailing along those muscles. Last night, she’d dropped to her knees and sucked on each of their cocks in the shower until they called an end to it and took turns fucking her against the tile wall. A delightful shiver ticked her pussy at the memory.
The cowboy who’d made the comment to them had turned and was facing the bar now so he didn’t notice Eric pass by him.
“Please tell me Eric didn’t stop.”
Jocelyn shook her head. “No, that guy had already turned around and didn’t see him. Why?”
“Because, I’d rather not get in a fight tonight, and if he made that same joke in front of Eric, I’d be honor bound to save his life.”
“Eric’s?”
“No, the McLean’s. Eric would wipe the floor with his ass.”
As soon as he reached them, Eric slipped into Jocelyn’s side of the booth. In one fluid move he slid his arm across the back of the booth and slid his fingers along her jaw, anchoring her in place. “God, I missed you, darlin’.”
She didn’t have time to formulate a response when he kissed her. His lips slid against her in a gentle caress before flicking her lower lips with his tongue. Between his voice and the heat from his kiss, Jocelyn felt her heart kick into high gear and her pussy flood with moisture. She gripped a handful of his shirt and pressed back against him.
“It’s only been a few hours.” Jocelyn slid her hand down his chest and stopped above the waistband of his jeans. She was so tempted to press her palm against the thick hard cock she knew would be pressing against his jeans. Maybe they could skip eating and go back to bed. She didn’t like being separated from them for too long. Maybe I can commute when the semester starts again? Her heart pounded harder and a thrill of excitement shot through her. I could, and then one day maybe I’d move here permanently? She was afraid to plan too much for the future but she could dream.
“Ahem, you two are about to cause me to spontaneously combust if you don’t stop.”
Eric pulled back slightly and Jocelyn blinked before focusing on his beautiful eyes. “Do we have to eat?” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the dimple when it appeared in Eric’s cheek.
“Absolutely, darling, but let’s make it quick because I can’t wait to get you back between the two of us.” A familiar deep ache started between her legs. She wanted to feel their hands on her naked skin and be pinned between the two of them again. Nothing could have prepared her for the complete perfection of that moment or for the addiction it would create inside her.
“Well look what we have here,” the ignorant cowboy from earlier stopped at their table and leaned against the end of it. “Sanctuary’s very fine firefighters and their pet dog.”
“Wow, now that was very creative.” Jocelyn couldn’t care less what this bozo had to say about her. There was nothing this jerk could say that she hadn’t called herself at some point in her life, but recently she’d realized that she was not defined by her weight. She did know that his comments were an attempt to pick a fight with her men. “Did you come up with that all on your own or get it out of a book with pictures?”
Matt snorted when he stifled his laugh and leaned back against the back of the booth. Eric leaned his elbows on the table, placing himself between her and the jerk. “Abe, why don’t you go back to the bar and stop trying to get yourself thrown in the drunk tank.”
“Oh, that’s rich!” Abe threw his arms up in the air, staggering back a step before regaining his footing. “You know you’re defending the woman who is investigating our feud?” He fixed her with a narrow glare. “That’s right, I overheard my cousin talking about her.”
Jocelyn felt her cheeks go up in flames at the drunk’s comments as anger burned deep in her stomach. She saw Matt dart a quick look at her, but she didn’t meet his gaze. This was exactly why sh
e hadn’t told them the real reason she was here. It was supposed to be a secret.
“Or are you just fucking her to get her on your side? Can’t save the family name by being brave so you’re slipping it to the one person who might come on your side?”
Eric was swinging his fist before he cleared the booth, but the drunk had a couple friends ready to pull him back. They must have been expecting the attack.
“You Neanderthalic morons,” Jocelyn shouted as Matt grabbed Eric and a couple patrons stopped the drunk from fighting back. “Who are you to question my ethics? I can spend my time with who I please. What do you care? Besides from what I’ve discovered, this entire feud may lay at the Baldwins’ doorstep anyways, so it doesn’t matter.”
For the second time in as many days, Jocelyn felt the world come to a standstill around her. The entire bar went quiet and both Eric and Matt were looking at her like she’d lost her mind or worse, betrayed them. Her stomach cramped painfully and she felt like she was going to be sick. Not only had she completely compromised her entire investigation but she’d shot her mouth off and quite possibly made everything a hundred times worse.
The drunk started laughing so hard he was wheezing. “I knew it. My grandpappy was right. Fucking Baldwins are cheats and liars.”
“That’s not what I said.” Jocelyn tried to talk over the crowd but her words were being repeated and altered faster than she could keep up. “You’re taking it out of context!” The more she yelled the more she was ignored. It was like trying to put out a forest fire with a squirt gun…after spraying it with jet fuel.
“You need to leave, now.” Matt’s tone felt like an icy chill down her spine. She’d never seen him this angry. She reached out but he stepped away from her.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.” All the scenarios she’d played through her head on how to break it to them, this one had never crossed her mind. She’d been so selfishly focused on defending her own word she hadn’t stopped to think about the consequences. Eric had his back to her and was arguing with a couple of men she didn’t recognize.
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