by Eve Langlais
Cherry watched Evan hauling Darnell back to her cabin and wondered if she should be worried. “Is Evan okay? I mean, she’s definitely not sober. He wouldn’t…”
She left the thought hanging.
“Darnell’s safe with Evan. He’s a truly gentle and honorable guy.” Brad hugged Cherry close. “There’s no one here we wouldn’t trust with any guest who stays with us. Darnell will be fine. Of course, I’m only referring to her physical safety,” he added, laughing. “No guarantees on how her head feels when she wakes up. Those drinks are potent, but she said she had to have it.”
Cain bounded up the steps. He’d gone back to the pit to put dirt over the coals and make sure the fire was entirely out. “Actually, Evan told me he’s planning to stay the night to make sure she’s okay, that she didn’t have enough alcohol to be sick. He’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Part of the Feral Passions full-service package?” Cherry shot Cain a quick grin.
He laughed. “No one beats our customer service. We can handle any emergency, and our guests always leave satisfied.”
“They do, eh? You can promise that? Absolute satisfaction, never a disappointed client?”
“Oh, yeah. For you, sweetheart, only the best.” Cain slipped his arms around her waist. Brad paused as he passed behind her and hugged her from the back. She felt his lips nuzzling that sensitive spot behind her ear, Cain’s beard tickling her jaw. Their powerful bodies were pure heat, blanketing her in bone, muscle, and warm, wonderful male, and all her synapses fired at once.
She didn’t even try to hide the low, slow moan that escaped her lips. She was so ready for tonight. After her shower and nap, and then as she’d moved around more, the soreness from this afternoon had faded and now, with the campfire extinguished and the last of the guests departed, with her men blanketing her front and rear, her own fires were burning, the heat growing, her awareness of Brad and Cain and what the night promised expanding exponentially.
Brad slipped a tote bag over his shoulder and held her left hand and Cain grabbed her right as they walked across the parking lot to the trail that led to her cabin. They turned her loose along the narrow trail but kept her between them as they walked single file along the pathway. There was a slight breeze this evening and the fairy lights danced among the branches.
Cherry felt like dancing right along with them. When they reached her cabin, Cain held the door and she stepped inside. Both men followed her, and Brad pulled a chilled bottle of champagne out of his tote bag.
“What’s that for?” Cherry reached into the cupboard and pulled out three champagne flutes. “What are we celebrating?”
“We’re celebrating you, Cheraza.” Cain pulled her into his arms for a kiss that lasted until Brad pulled the cork out of the bottle. The loud pop made her jump.
“Nervous, much?” She waved her fingers in front of her face, but it wasn’t so much nerves as it was outright arousal. She wasn’t certain she was quite ready to admit the truth—not to herself or either of the guys.
She wanted these men. Both of them, though she wasn’t all that sure about the logistics. Two men at once? One at a time? And if so, in what order? Even she didn’t know which of the two she wanted the most.
She wanted them both!
Brad poured champagne into each of the glasses. Cain held his glass up and stared at the bubbles for a moment. “To you, Ms. Cheraza DuBois. To new experiences—hopefully to be shared with the two of us.”
Cherry was trying to wrap her brain around Cain’s toast when Brad tapped the rim of his glass to hers.
“Cain told you we’ve been together for a long time,” he said. “I don’t now how much he said about our search for the perfect woman to complete what we’ve always felt was an incomplete triad. We have never met a woman before who fit so precisely the image we’ve always held on to and had hope for. Not until you. I hope you’ll give us a chance.”
She looked from one man to the other—both so different and yet so attractive. Brad was solid and muscular without an ounce of fat, his hair neatly trimmed and his beard little more than a dark shadow that merely outlined his strong jaw and emphasized the sexy curve of his lips. He looked the part of the successful young architect, and she could see him working in an office in the city, neatly attired in a suit or equally well dressed in chinos and a casual shirt.
Cain, though … she didn’t know how to classify Cain. Scruffy where Brad was crisp and perfectly put together, Cain’s long hair, short, thick beard, and sexy grin screamed bad boy and trouble. A lot of it was for show—he was a tenderhearted, caring guy who was gentle inside and out—but there was an edge to him, something dark and sort of dangerous lurking just beneath the surface. She had a feeling he wasn’t someone you wanted on the other side in a fight.
It was so easy to imagine the two men together—so different on the outside, but inside, where it counted, both good, strong, honorable men.
And possibly both were wolves, but since she didn’t know for sure and they’d not said a word about it, she wasn’t even going there tonight. Tonight was her turn to be selfish—she wanted to experience sex with two men, but it couldn’t be just any men. It had to be Brad and Cain, and it was going to happen now.
* * *
This time it was Brad setting candles around the interior of the cabin before turning out the lights. Cain set up his music—two small speakers and his iPod—but instead of wolves and night creatures, the room was filled with classical violin and cello. The sound was low, sexy, and slow.
Cain stepped up behind her, rested his hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear. “The massage worked really well last night. It relaxed you completely.”
She nodded, shivering at the same time. No way in hell would she ever forget that massage.
Brad turned away from lighting the last candle and stood in front of her. “Cain and I thought we might try something different tonight. Since we want you naked for your massage—I mean, if we’re going to do it right—it seemed only fair if we were naked, too. You okay with that?”
“Interesting.” She tapped her forefinger against her cheek and honestly had no idea where this newfound confidence was coming from, but she liked it. A lot. “I had that same discussion with Steph and Christa. That it didn’t seem fair, you guys fully dressed and me completely naked. The balance of power was out of sync, ya know?”
Brad nodded, as if this were the most serious discussion they could possibly be having. “I understand. You’re right.” He walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and kicked off his shoes, tugged his shirt over his head, and then unzipped his jeans. She was so busy admiring his beautiful chest that she almost missed the fact that he’d gone commando, at least for tonight. When he shoved his jeans down, first baring his taut butt and sleek, muscular legs before turning around, she saw him fully exposed for the first time.
She’d read a line in one of her books, where the heroine’s mouth went dry when she saw the hero’s package. Cherry could really use a tall glass of water about now. She had the champagne flute, at least, and downed the rest of her champagne in a single swallow.
Cain refilled her glass, and she drank that, too.
He leaned close and whispered, “He really is beautiful, isn’t he?”
She nodded. Wasn’t sure she could actually form words, but this was Cain, and she’d already seen him naked. “How come you’re still dressed?”
“You are, too.”
She turned in his arms and rested her forearms on his shoulders. Right now, with a couple of glasses worth of champagne bubbles fizzing through her veins, she felt a lot braver than usual, even though she knew she hadn’t had enough to feel it. Maybe this new confidence was going to hang around. “I realize I’m still dressed, but you keep telling me this is a full-service resort. Are you saying I need to undress myself? I assumed you and Brad would take care of that.”
“You’re right, sweet Cherry. I am remiss. It would be our pleasure. But first, ma
y I?”
When she nodded, Cain ripped his shirt off over his head, kicked off his moccasins, and shoved his jeans to the floor in about twenty seconds.
She was biting back the giggles when she was once again sandwiched between two men—sans clothing. Brad scrunched the skirt of her dress in both hands and slowly pulled it up her thighs and over her body. She flashed on a sense of pure wanton sensuality—she felt so sexy; her body felt sexy. She’d never experienced such a powerful sense of herself as a desirable woman.
Of course, considering the two naked men, each of them sporting what appeared to be an almost painfully aroused … Why did she have such a difficult time saying “cock”? She read the word without a problem—it was used all the time in her books—but here she was faced with the real thing, and she couldn’t say it.
Though the visual was giving her a better idea of what she wanted to do as Brad peeled her lacy panties off, and Cain easily unhooked her bra. However, it took a great deal of cupping, squeezing, fondling—and a couple of licks—before he managed to take it off of her.
“Why don’t you lie down on the bed, and we’ll help you relax.” Cain’s smile was just too innocent for words. He had a hard time getting the word “relax” out without breaking into a grin.
“I have a better idea,” she said. And while she’d never done this before, she’d certainly read about it often enough. With a small prayer that she not get it wrong, Cherry went to her knees between both guys, which put her right at eye level with those delicious-looking cocks of theirs. There. She actually thought the word and didn’t faint.
She wrapped her fingers around both Brad and Cain and slowly stroked.
“Holy shit,” Brad groaned, but Cain sucked in a breath and tangled his fingers in her hair.
She noticed neither man was circumcised, but it wasn’t like she’d seen all that many naked men before Cain today and the occasional online shot of a naked guy. She found the sensation of touching a fully erect penis—and there was no doubt in her mind that these were about as big and hard as either guy could get—was absolutely exhilarating.
At least she hoped this was as big and hard as these things got.
The descriptions she’d read got it right; that “silk over steel” analogy nailed it, and so did the “velvety tip.” She’d been so busy slowly stroking, she’d hardly noticed that the guys had both gone totally still. Glancing up, she caught two sets of eyes glazed with lust. She leaned close to Brad and licked the tip, and she was really glad she had a good hold on him, because his hips jerked forward.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Trust me, Cherry.” Cain hardly sounded like himself, his voice had gone so deep and rough. He cleared his throat. “You’re doing really well.”
She grinned up at Cain. “Thank you. If you have any suggestions…?”
“No.” Brad’s voice sounded a bit strangled, too, and she remembered his faux pas the other night when he’d come in his shorts—of course, it was entirely forgivable, since it happened when he’d brought her to climax. Thinking of that had her paying closer attention, and that’s when she noticed tiny drops of white fluid at the tips of each cock.
She was getting better. Cock. No, the world hadn’t come to an end.
She leaned close and licked Cain’s first, and then Brad’s. Cain was saltier, Brad sweeter, but both tasted really good. She wondered how many calories there were in semen. Decided it didn’t really matter. Sort of like s’mores—the taste balanced any calories.
Taste-wise? Brad and Cain? Sweet and salt. A perfect match.
CHAPTER 15
Cherry sat back on her heels. She really wanted to do this right, but for a first time, one guy at a time. If this worked out the way she hoped, she’d have a lifetime to practice on two at a time. Just the thought had her vaginal muscles clenching into a yearning knot between her legs.
She pointed at Cain. “You. Sit. You’re next.”
He grinned and saluted. And sat on the edge of the bed.
She knelt with her hands planted on Brad’s hips. The drop at the tip of his cock had become a steady stream. She licked him, just, well … just because. “You can stand up or sit. Whatever you want.”
“This…” He cleared his throat. “This is fine. Thank you.”
“I like that. Polite.” For some reason she’d slipped into the role she’d taken in graduate school when she was a teaching assistant. Then she’d known she was in charge of the classes she taught and she knew her stuff better than anyone else in the room. At least she let them think she did.
This was just the opposite. She didn’t know anything about what she was doing except what she’d read—and once again she thanked those sexy romances—and what common sense told her. She’d have to let Brad teach her by leading her. She could do this—touching him had her even more aroused. She couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth.
He still looked a little unsure, but then he and Cain had been planning on a massage, which meant she’d totally screwed up their plan, but that was a good thing. There really should be a balance of power, especially when there were two of them and only one of her.
They could do their massage later. They had all night. “I’ve never done this before, so please tell me what to do, anything you can think of. I won’t mind, but I want to get this right. Look at it this way.” And she glanced at Cain. “If you two are thinking long-term arrangement, you’re going to want me doing what you like, just as I’m going to want you guys doing what I like. Does that work for you?”
“Oh, yeah.” Brad tangled his fingers in her hair. “I’m all yours. Cain?”
Cain laughed. “Works for me. Besides, I’m getting off on watching you two. Live-action porn, but I find the actors a lot more appealing.”
Cherry glanced over her shoulder. “You’d better. This is sensual, not pornographic. Pay attention.” Then she wrapped her left fist around Brad’s shaft and cupped his balls in her right. His whimper was the proof she needed. Obviously this was good.
She played with his balls for a moment. The wrinkled sac made a pretty good-sized handful. She’d never thought about how big balls were and honestly hadn’t paid close attention to the details with Cain, but she loved the reaction she got from Brad as she gently squeezed and separated the orbs within his sac while slowly sliding her left hand up and down his shaft. More white fluid bubbled at the tip. She watched it for a moment and then licked up every drop. Definitely sweet. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the velvety tip.
This time, she was the one groaning, especially when Cain knelt behind her and cupped her breasts in his palms. He straddled her legs with his knees, moving close enough that his chest pressed against her back and his thick shaft was riding between her thighs. She wanted him inside, but not now. Not yet. She forced herself to concentrate on Brad, which really wasn’t that difficult, all things considered.
She’d always had an innate ability to focus, plus she was good at details. Brad seemed to appreciate that. He tangled his fingers in her hair and she sucked him deep inside her mouth, using her fist wrapped around his shaft to keep him from going too far. She wasn’t ready to try swallowing his rather sizable cock—one step at a time.
He was long and thick and she circled the crown with the tip of her tongue, delving into the tiny slit at the tip before sucking all she could fit between her lips, pressing him hard up against the roof of her mouth with the flat of her tongue.
Brad’s entire body trembled as she worked her tongue against the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein until she lost it beneath the folds of his retracted foreskin. She knew he must be really sensitive—that much she’d read about men who’d never been cut—and she was as careful as he seemed to need her to be.
But when he thrust his hips forward she sucked him harder and clasped her hands tightly against his muscular butt, holding his cock between her lips when he would have pulled aw
ay. Cain cupped her full breasts in the palms of his hands while he pulled and twisted her nipples between his fingertips. If she shifted her hips just right, the tip of his penis teased her clit, which made her work harder to bring Brad to climax.
They were three together, already working as a team for one another’s pleasure, and she’d never imagined anything that could feel this good and be so much fun.
The music soared in the background, the fury of Vivaldi’s “Storm” crashing into her consciousness, pulling her into the taste and the textures of the man she serviced, and yet there was nothing subservient about the act. She was in control, her mouth, her tongue, her hands—she was the one who was quickly bringing Brad to the brink.
Cain’s softly murmured encouragement, the growing pressure of his thrusts between her legs, the sleek tip of his cock connecting with her clit on every drive until she realized she’d sucked Brad deeper than she’d thought she could. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed his length down rather than choke as he hit the back of her throat. He carefully eased out and then just as carefully moved forward, and again she took him deeper than she’d ever imagined.
Cain pulled away for a moment and then he was back, his erect cock covered in a condom, his thrusts now directed against Cherry’s clit, but with the added protection came the knowledge that all she needed to do was let him know what she wanted.
She tilted her hips back and he sheathed himself within her, driving high and deep and bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He held her right breast, pinching and teasing her nipple, but his left hand went low, over her thigh and between her legs where he timed the stroke of his fingers over her clit to his powerful thrusts between her legs.
They somehow moved in sync, the three of them, as Cherry took Brad ever closer to the edge. Her own climax hovered just out of reach, and she knew she was on the brink. Brad was losing his struggle to hold on. She felt the tension in his hips as he tried to pull out, but she held him close, sucking and licking until he finally gave in, gave up, gave it all to her.