AnglingforLove

by Lea Barrymire

  Jared shooed her away when she offered to wash the dishes. He reminded her that she was paying top dollar for this vacation. She giggled and allowed him to push her onto a log in front of the fire. The sun was just setting, coloring the sky and the clouds on the horizon in a vibrant palette of pinks and purples. The beauty prickled her eyes and she blinked quickly to dispel the unwanted tears. When was the last time she’d been relaxed enough to take in the beauty around her? When was the last time she’d actually stopped for a moment to absorb what nature looked like, smelled like, felt like?

  What had she been doing with her life? Robert was an asshole, and possibly obsessive added into the mix. How hadn’t she seen that? She had ignored her family because of him, ignored everything about her life that she loved because of him. She had always prided herself on being her own person, and look at what she’d become. Dependent, controlled, stupid. No more, she promised herself and the universe. No more letting anyone, but especially that asswipe, control her life and make her become something she wasn’t.

  With that thought she turned her mind to Jared and Brent. What did she want out of this vacation other than some self-identity? She really liked interacting with them, loved the way they made her feel. She wasn’t crazy enough to think long-term, but to enjoy them while she was there was definitely in the plans. Maybe they could keep in touch though, as she and Jared had before she’d arrived. She could probably afford airfare every few months to come visit. She jerked herself out of that line of thought. What the hell was she thinking? A long-distance relationship with Mr. Player and his BFF? She shook her head. No, she would play for the next couple of days and walk away a sexually diversified woman.

  Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she was tempted to ignore it. She pulled it out and grinned at the ID. Abby. “Hey, Abs, what’s up?”

  “Well I was hoping your mountain men were. So how are the hunky sexpots?”

  Arin burst out laughing. “If you only knew. They’re fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine. Happy now?”

  “Are they standing right there? Is that why you aren’t dishin’?” Abby giggled. “That could be fun, we could play the yes-no game.”

  “No, they aren’t here, but there isn’t anything to report—well, unless you want to know how many trout I caught today.” Arin grinned. She knew her friend wasn’t interested in anything other than getting a dirty report about ménage sex.

  “Come on, Arin. Really? Go. Get. Some. Hot. Monkey. Sex. Enough said. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. And you’d better have something more interesting than trout to talk about. Love you.” Abby ended the connection in her usual blunt fashion.

  The sound of rocks skittering pulled her thoughts away from her friend. She turned to find Brent walking toward her, beers in hand and a smile on his face. She loved the look of these men. Brent looked like a well-worked cowboy in dusty jeans, plaid flannel shirt, boots and a wide leather belt held together with a buckle the size of Texas. He walked with a cowboy swagger from riding horses, but his stride had a hint of predator to it. When her gaze moved back up his body she found the smile had turned wolfish. Her insides quivered. Oh boy, that look would melt the panties right off her.

  “I like having your eyes on me. Especially when you’re looking at me like I’m your favorite dessert,” he commented. His voice was rough and did delicious things to her insides. She blushed with his next comment but refused to look away. “I’m pretty lickable, Arin. Wanna give me a lick and a nibble to see if you like the flavor?”

  She choked on the laugh that bubbled in her chest. “You are the most forward person I’ve ever met. No, Brent, no matter how lickable your cock is, I don’t want to taste it right now.”

  He shrugged at her snub. “Well, doesn’t hurt to ask. So, if you aren’t tasting me, you want a beer?”

  “Sure, why not?” She took the offered beverage and watched him move around the fire and sit on another log. Swallowing back a mouthful of cold fermented goodness, she got her courage together. “So what’s the deal? You guys share all your women, or do you tango solo sometimes?”

  Beer sprayed into the fire, dribbled down his chin and pooled on the dry ground. Arin let out an unladylike snort and laughed at the look on his face. He coughed a few times before catching his breath. After he wiped his chin, a smirk graced his lips. Hmm, perhaps baiting him wasn’t the smartest thing she’d done all day. Mischief glinted in his eyes and a sexy-as-sin grin spread across his face.

  “Oh you have no idea. We like to share, sure, but we like to watch as the other takes a woman too. I love to watch Jared pump his cock into a willing pussy almost as much as I like to do the pushing.” His voice dropped into a deep, sexy purr that moved silkily over her skin. She watched him with wide eyes as he stood and strode around the fire, slowly sitting next to her. He threw one leg over the back of the log and scooted so she was caged between his thighs. Leaning forward, he whispered, “The best is to have a woman between us, our mouths on her, our hands moving to touch and stroke places she didn’t know she wanted touched. We love to bring a woman to orgasm and drink her release before taking her between us and fucking her together. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Arin? Taken in that dark hole? Think of what we could do to you with a cock in your wet, tight pussy and one in your hot little ass.”

  Brent wrapped his arms around her and turned her on the seat until she faced him, legs hanging over the top of his thighs. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his embrace, rubbing her back with sensual sweeps of his hand. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her thoughts but instead it brought the sinful images to life behind her lids. She could feel four phantom hands roaming her naked skin. Could imagine the feel of warm breath from two mouths flowing over her heated body. The naughty thought of having the two men together, pushing into her body as she squirmed between them, sent heat and need through her body. Her skin flushed with lust, warm wetness pooled in her pussy, and she knew she would be drenched through her jeans.

  Warm breath fanned over her face and neck as he continued his verbal torture. “You can see it, can’t you? Can you imagine lying between us? With Jared between your legs, sucking and licking your pussy, while I nibble on your nipples?” He groaned and leaned closer, running his nose along her jaw, puffing each hot word into her ear. One of his hands lightly traced circles on her leg, swirling closer to the apex of her thighs. “You make me so fucking hard, Arin. You tortured me all day in that tight shirt with glimpses of your beautiful breasts. Do you know one of my absolute favorite things to do with tits as luscious as yours? I bet you can’t. I love to slick my cock up and drive myself between those perfect breasts until I come all over the satiny mounds.”

  She whimpered. Her body and mind were on fire with the need he created with his deliciously naughty words. His breath, warm and moist, blew against her neck. She was already leaning in to his chest, sucking the contact into her body and turning it into molten heat. The need to touch him and be touched by him coursed through her veins. Warm lips kissed lightly down the column of her neck. She mewled and turned her head to give him better access to the sensitive skin below her ear.

  A slight movement of the log was the only indication that Jared had joined them. She felt his body behind her before he actually touched her. His heat radiated through her shirt and added to the sexual inferno flowing through her body. She completely melted between the two men at the first touch of Jared against her. He snuggled behind her, bringing his chest flush against her back. She was suddenly completely surrounded by hot, turned-on man flesh. A sigh of contentment slipped between her lips.

  “I see Brent’s been working his verbal magic.” Jared’s raspy whisper fluttered across the back of her neck, raising goose bumps in its wake. “What has he been whispering to you, babe? Has he been telling you about how good you’d feel between us?”

  She couldn’t think enough to answer. Her emotions were whirling. Lust, confusion, need—all were trying to find a footing in her head.
She turned her head to look at Jared over her shoulder and gasped at the raw passion shining in his eyes. He slid a hand around her ribs to palm a breast. He gave it a little squeeze just as he pulled her head back for a scorching kiss. He took complete control of her mouth. No soft exploration this time. No sweet, tasting kiss. This one branded her right down to her toes.

  She gave up trying to figure out which hands belonged to whom. Her body was stroked and kneaded in sensual waves. A squeeze of her breast by a large hot hand, a sweep of a thumb over a nipple, warm breath seeping over her neck, the slow slide of a hand down her belly, a palm pressing on her clit, fingers rubbing circles on her thighs and a hand skating back to her ribs. Over and over the movements happened, while Jared plundered her mouth. Her body belonged to these two men. Her mind was open to them for their taking.

  Jared swallowed her whimper when she felt a hot wash of warmth coat her slit. She needed more of something, or less. Thoughts wouldn’t gather for long enough for her to focus on them. All she knew was that she wanted release. She wanted to feel her molecules blow apart and soar into the wide-open sky above her. Her body started rocking against the hand pressing on her mound. She arched her back to push her breasts into the hand that grasped them. She let her restraint go and sucked on Jared’s tongue, trying to show him the need she felt smoldering in her gut.

  Warm skin moved across her ribs on the next sweep down her body. Within the fog she realized that they had either pulled her shirt off or they had invaded underneath it. Hot, calloused skin moved across her pebbled nipple. She moaned from the bottom of her soul as Jared finally released her mouth and nibbled on her neck. She shivered and goose bumps erupted along her arms and legs. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in her heated core. Each flick across a nipple or press of a palm to her mound pushed her closer.

  “Please.” Her body bowed again as hot lips kissed an earlobe, followed by the sharp sting of teeth nipping. Their hands were everywhere at once. Both nipples were being pinched and rolled between hot fingers. Other fingers were pressing the seam of her jeans into her slit. She just needed a little more, she could feel it in the tightening of her muscles and the fullness of her breasts.

  “Oh darlin’, we’ve got you. Just hang on to me,” Brent whispered against her lips. Strong hands lifted her and she squeaked at the loss of Jared’s heat until she felt Brent’s bulge resting against her cleft.

  Again Jared was pressed against her back, resuming his tasting and nibbling along her neck and ears. Brent bent forward and took her mouth in an all-out assault. His tongue plunged into her depths, forcing her to twine hers with his. He breathed short gasps into her lungs. She pushed her fingers into his hair and pulled him as close to her as she could get him. She felt hands grab her hips and move her body against the cock nestled against her slit. Her body needed no additional hints. She started rocking against Brent’s cock, grinding down onto his shaft to get as much friction on her clit as she could.

  Her release came quickly, cascading over her body. Between one moment and the next, her breath caught in her throat and a moan threatened to escape. When she lost the ability to move against Brent, they used their hands on her hips to continue to move her against his cock. A hand tweaked a nipple, rolling and pinching it, sending more sparks through her. When the orgasm took her, she laughed in a short burst before throwing her head back against Jared’s shoulder as she keened to the sky. Pleasure bloomed outward from her clit to the tips of her fingers. It felt as if liquid relaxation flowed with each heartbeat. Never had she felt anything so explosive and so wonderful.

  After a few blissful, endorphin-laden minutes, she opened her eyes to find night had completely fallen. The sky was inky-black, with so many stars that it looked almost fuzzy. She hadn’t seen a night sky like that in so long. She used the moment to gather her thoughts. Their hands were still moving over her body, but now in caresses to placate, she thought, instead of to arouse. She had crossed the line between friendly and flirting into sexy and sensual. There wasn’t any going back, at least not in her mind.

  “Wow,” she whispered as she raised her head off Jared’s shoulder. She was happy to see that she was still fully dressed. She sat on Brent’s lap with a very aroused shaft nestled in her crotch. Even the slight movement of raising her head rubbed his cock against her cleft in a delicious slide. She still couldn’t meet Brent’s eyes. What would she see there? Condemnation for being so easy? Disgust because she’d come fully clothed?

  “Look at me, darlin’.” Brent’s deep voice vibrated against her chest. She braced herself and met his stare. The smile that had spread across his face couldn’t be anything other than male satisfaction. “There we go. You’re beautiful. That was perfect. You’re gorgeous when you come.”

  “That’s right, babe. I’m so fucking hard and it’s all from listening to the sweet sounds you made for us.” Jared caressed her arms and ran a hand down her thigh. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I want to be buried inside you right now.”

  She shivered and closed her eyes. So they weren’t looking at her as if she were a leper. She must have cringed or grimaced, because she heard Brent sigh and felt his warm breath ghost across her cheeks.

  “Arin, we aren’t expecting you to hop into bed with us.” He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. “I love kissing you and touching you but we aren’t going to make you do anything you don’t want to, or make you feel guilty for taking pleasure from us.”

  “It was really awesome,” she whispered. She watched a smile spread across Brent’s face from under her lashes. She leaned forward and spoke softly into his ear. “That was by far the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. “Maybe we can cuddle around the fire and see what else we can give you, hmm?”

  Before she could respond, her phone started ringing in her pocket. She had to slide off Brent’s thighs and wiggle back against Jared’s to get to her pocket. The pause in their post-orgasm chat was welcome. Once she had her phone out of her pocket she wrinkled her nose at the screen and turned it off. Fucking asswipe.

  “I take it that was your ex?” Jared chuckled behind her, and the vibration of his chest against her back was enough to make her sigh.

  “Yes. He doesn’t seem to understand that no means no,” she answered.

  Before they could get her all hot and heavy again, she struggled to climb off their laps. Eventually she had to brace a hand on each of their shoulders and contort herself to get up. They steadied her but didn’t really offer much help. She strode to the cooler and retrieved a beer, popped the top and downed a couple of big gulps. Between the heat of those boys and the icky reality of Robert, she was a bit of a mess emotionally.

  She turned to bail on the boys but when she caught a look at what they had fashioned in the few minutes she’d been deep in thought, it took her breath away. They had placed a few blankets together on the ground in front of the far log and were positioned at either end of the mock couch. They each had a blanket wrapped around their shoulders. The space between them was Arin-sized. The idea of snuggling with them in front of a fire was too perfect. The fact that they had quickly fashioned a place they could relax together was so sweet. She grinned at them and, just because she felt giddy, let a laugh go into the dark sky above her.

  “You guys are so cute.” She strode to their makeshift couch and wiggled between them. They wrapped their blankets over her so she was warmly cocooned by their bodies. She leaned her head back against an arm that was lying along the log. She closed her eyes and breathed in the silence of the night. “Thank you. I know you guys are probably used to women who are…well, more. The last two days have felt like weeks.”

  “You don’t have to worry about us, babe. It’s all good. We aren’t going to push you.” Jared leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her temple. “Just sit back and relax. There’s nothing better for getting over a breakup than sitting out here listening to nothing but the crack
ling fire and nature.”

  They sat for a long time doing nothing but listening to their surroundings. Brent fed fresh wood to the fire when the flames dimmed, but neither he nor Jared spoke. It was exactly what she needed and they made it so easy just to sit with them. There wasn’t any need to talk, so they didn’t. Arin started dozing off and slowly slipped against Jared’s shoulder, breathing in his scent and enjoying the sound of his heartbeat.

  She registered being moved but quieted down when one of them hushed her as they carried her to her tent. She crawled into her sleeping bag and barely noticed the kisses each of the men gave her before zipping her tent closed. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she slipped into slumber.

  Chapter Ten

  Arin came awake with a start. The eerie sound of wolf howls had pulled her from a restful sleep. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and she shivered as the next voice rose and fell in discord with the others already howling. She knew wolves weren’t going to bother them in the camp, but her brain didn’t want to believe her. Adrenaline pumped through her body, raising her heart rate and making her breathe in short gasps. Faint light from the fire flickered across her tent.

  When the next animal joined in the chorus, she bolted out of her sleeping bag and shook on her feet. That one had been really close. She felt dumb standing there, but she couldn’t sleep by herself with the predatory chorus going on. She knew the guys would let her crawl into their tent. That was where they’d wanted her in the first place. She fought with herself for a moment, but when the next round of calls started she rushed to get out of her tent. As fast as she could, she unzipped the flap and took the two steps to theirs. She bent and fumbled, trying to find the zipper, fighting the adrenaline rush pushing her closer to a panic attack.

  “Sneaking in, babe?” She jumped and screamed before her brain could figure out that it’d been Jared’s voice behind her.