AnglingforLove

by Lea Barrymire

  “Yeah, it really does, Arin.” Brent followed suit, walking around the table and kissing her lightly on the lips. He caressed her side before backing away with an equally devastating smile.

  Her heart was racing again and she could feel her cheeks flushing. If she was scientific at all she’d find her body’s response to them to be interesting, worth studying. She wasn’t though, so she just found it all confounding and embarrassing. Flustered and conscious of her movements, she tried to get to her seat without falling over her own feet. Would their effect on her ever go away? She feared that it wasn’t likely. She sighed when she’d made it the few steps to her seat.

  “So what did you make? It smells like fried chicken.” Jared pulled a large lungful of air through his nose. He sounded suspiciously like a pig and she giggled. He grinned back and cocked a brow. “What’s so funny?”

  “You snuffled like a puppy or piggy.” She laughed loudly at the scowl he shot her. “You did, don’t get mad at me. But to answer your question, yes, I made fried chicken and corn bread.”

  “Watch it, little lady, or you’ll find yourself being spanked over my knee,” Brent growled playfully.

  “Oh I might actually like that, you know.” She couldn’t help baiting them. She loved how much fun they were. She squeaked when they both stood from their chairs and proceeded to stalk around the table toward her. There hadn’t even been a word spoken between them. It was like watching a set of twins using telepathy, and she was their focal point. She knew her eyes were round but she couldn’t help the shiver of disquiet that fluttered in her belly. They worked like wolves, each taking one side of the room and moving fast enough that she couldn’t get up from the table. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Wha-what are you guys doing?”

  “We’re taking you up on your offer.” Jared winked at her but continued to move toward her. “You want to be spanked, we’re more than willing to give it to you. Remember, we aim to please, to take care of all your needs.”

  “Sit down, please. I was just kidding. Please.” Arin shrunk down in her chair and waved limp hands in their direction. A slight tickle of fear skated through her body. Would they really spank her? Would it hurt? Why was she getting turned on by the idea? She breathed a sigh of relief and slight disappointment when they nodded to each other and sauntered back to their seats. “Geez, tell a gal when you’re going to take her kidding seriously, would you?”

  “Oh babe. That wasn’t kidding by any stretch of the imagination. I saw the blush the thought of being spanked brought to your cheeks. I would give my left arm to feel your firm backside under my palm.”

  “Ummm, good to know?” She stared into her lap for a moment, embarrassed.

  Brent laughed and broke the uncomfortable silence. He reached into the pile of chicken and pulled a few pieces to his plate. “Torture her later. Right now I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

  The rest of the meal went by quickly. They ate everything she’d made. Mumbled compliments and crumby smiles were good enough indications that they liked her cooking. She thought at one point they’d end up brawling over the last piece of cornbread. She ran scenarios through her mind and decided they could just duke it out while she watched, because she wouldn’t be able to stop them anyway.

  When they’d done everything but lick the bowls clean, she stood, ready to clear off the table. It was something so ingrained that she felt funny sitting while someone else worked on the cleanup of a meal. Another thing to add to the list of behaviors to undo.

  “No, Arin. Don’t worry about it. You cooked—I’m going to clean up. You and Jared can go get the hot tub uncovered and I’ll join you when I’m done.” Brent reached for the dishes she had in her hands and took them before she could form her argument. He winked before turning and heading into the kitchen.

  “Looks as if we’ve been dismissed. Come on.” Jared reached back and took her hand. His fingers were so rough and the feel of their texture along her palm raised goose bumps up her arm. He pulled her behind him, leading the way from the room.

  She followed, grinning as she looked over his backside. When he stalked away it gave her the perfect view of his scrumptious body. She loved watching him walk. He was pure male beauty poured into a pair of tight, dusty jeans. The muscles of his ass flexed and moved under the denim. She wanted to run her hands over those cheeks just to feel the play of his muscles under his skin. She flushed with the memory of his body moving against hers.

  He pulled her into the living room and swung her around into his arms. Her breath left her lips in a hiss as she slammed against his chest. If his arms hadn’t been around her waist she would have found herself bouncing on her ass on the ground. He didn’t give her a chance to say anything or even catch her breath before he swooped down and captured her lips. Whatever she’d been going to say in admonishment flew from her brain as his tongue invaded her mouth. The sensual slide of his lips against hers drew a soul-deep moan from her. She couldn’t fight the attraction and couldn’t fight the connection she seemed to be making between the men and her heart.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jared didn’t mean to kiss Arin. He’d been going to swing her around and make a joke about something, but the minute her body collided with his the thoughts slid from his mind. He took her lips in a firm kiss, delving into her mouth and savoring her warmth. She tasted of cornbread and something all her own. He mimicked how he wanted to thrust into her pussy with his tongue and chuckled at the moan that vibrated her chest. With a firm grasp around her waist, he pressed her groin to his, rolling his hips in invitation. He wanted her naked, wanted to be buried in her heat, and knew exactly how to get her there.

  His argument with Brent broke into his lust. He couldn’t keep tempting himself with her softness if he was planning on walking away. But then again, the look of pure panic he’d glimpsed in Brent’s eyes had him rethinking his plans. If Brent truly wouldn’t try to settle down with Arin by himself, could Jared let her walk away? He silently growled. He hated thinking in circles and he seemed to be doing more and more of that since meeting Arin.

  With a shake of his head, he concentrated on the lovely armful of woman. He’d continue as if she was going to stay with them both and deal with the consequences afterward. With his mind made up, he let the concerns go. Her mouth beckoned and he couldn’t resist. He nibbled her lips, kissing away any hurt that his teeth might have caused. When she finally responded and played with him, teasing with her tongue, he nearly came in his pants. She was a perfect match for him—flirty, sensual. He groaned as she made him chase her tongue in a sexy game of hide-and-seek.

  He needed to stop or he’d have her naked, under him and coming on their living room floor. That wasn’t part of the plan, though his cock was fully onboard with the idea. Getting her into the hot tub and relaxed was supposed to be his goal. He throbbed behind his zipper, blood pounding in time with his racing heart.

  With a quick kiss to her panting mouth, he backed away. She looked disheveled and needy. Exactly how he wanted her. The thought of moving inside her slick channel while buoyed by the water was enough to have his knees weak. He wanted to be inside her right then and nothing was going to stop him.

  “Come on, babe. Let’s go get naked and in the hot tub.” He impatiently dragged her through the living room and slid open the glass door. She didn’t resist and when he turned he found her silently laughing. “What’s so funny, babe?”

  She shook her head, tossing a few locks of hair that had escaped her ponytail. “You. So impatient. You’re like a little kid, but then I see the heat in your eyes and know that no little-boy thoughts are going on in there.”

  No, definitely not little-boy thoughts. He scooped her into his arms. He chuckled as she squeaked against his chest. If he didn’t think she’d get mad, he’d drop them into the tub fully clothed. Anything to get her naked faster. He rushed to the side of their sunken hot tub, kicked off the cover with his boot and slowly lowered her to her feet. He wrapped his arms aroun
d her waist and pulled her in to his body. She fit against him perfectly. She was so soft and pliant. Perfect.

  “I want to keep you.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. He froze, waiting for her reaction. It was too soon to start talk of forever, and if he’d just blown their chance of having Arin stick around, he’d be devastated.

  She pushed back from his chest and searched his face. He tried to keep the fear from his eyes but he was sure it was screaming from his gaze. Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed and he braced for the rejection. He was surprised when she stood on her tippy-toes and pulled his head to hers. She pressed her lips to his and whispered against his mouth.

  He wasn’t quite sure he caught it all, but his heart leaped at the piece he did catch. Her words were as clear as day. “Would it be too soon for me to say I wish you could keep me too?”

  It was enough. She felt something for them. Jared swept her into his arms again and spun a couple of times until she was giggling. He gave her one final squeeze before lowering her feet to the deck again. “Get naked, Arin-mine.”

  She grinned and turned until her back was to him. Always shy. He shook his head at her and tsked. “Oh you need to get over this issue with being naked in front of us. Come here.”

  Before she could argue, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his space. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and slid his palms underneath, letting his hands stroke up her sides as he raised the shirt. The cautious smile that had played on her lips turned into a sensual moan as he slid his thumbs over her peaked nipples on his journey to unclothe her. He loved the feel of her silky bra under his fingers. Its smooth texture made it so easy to slide his fingers along the sides of her breasts. He grinned at the goose bumps he could feel under his hands. “Cold?”

  She shook her head, raising her hands. Jared took the hint and pushed her T-shirt up her arms. He dropped the cloth on the ground and marveled at her body. He loved how she looked in the last rays of dusk. Pale skin nearly gleamed against the backdrop of dark mountains. She looked like an angel, or a sprite come down from the hills to capture his heart.

  When she reached for the button on her jeans he stopped her with a shake of his head. He just barely kept a grin from his lips. She was so responsive to them. Neither he nor Brent were dominant, but they did like to give orders sometimes. The fact that she seemed to instinctively take and accept their guidance was a gift. He let his hands roam over her sides and down her hips. He loved that she had woman’s hips. Wide enough for him to grab and use while he was pumping into her. The image of her bent over the bench, screaming her release to the wilderness, had his cock twitching and straining behind his zipper.

  Her jeans came off easily. A pop of the button, a quick zip and the denim pooled around her feet. Her white cotton briefs glowed against her skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid them down her legs, adding them to the mound of clothing on the ground. His impatience to see her completely nude took over. He slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra. A moment later that last scrap of satin slid from her arms and she stood before him like a Greek goddess.

  “God, Arin.” He crowded her and pulled her tightly against his body. He whispered into her ear, “I want to do such nasty, diabolical things to you.”

  * * * * *

  Would melting into a puddle at Jared’s feet be such a bad thing? She didn’t think so at that moment. The feel of his words feathering over her neck was enough to give her a flash of desire hot enough to create said puddle. She’d stood still while he’d tortured her with this sensual undressing, but to be held in his arms with his obvious pleasure pushed against her belly was almost too much. She wanted him naked too, and wanted it soon.

  She reached up and wound her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his skin. He smelled so good, like outdoors with a faint hint of horses. She licked him just because she could and grinned at the groan that rumbled in his chest.

  “If you keep that up we aren’t making it into the water.”

  She wasn’t sure that was such a bad idea, but she was starting to get cold as the evening air moved over her exposed skin. She knew one sure way to get him undressed in a hurry. She worked her arms down between their bodies and pushed against his chest enough for him to release her. She grinned and slid out of his arms and quickly into the tub. The heated water caressed her cool skin and goose bumps raced over her body. She settled into one of the bucket seats against the far side and sighed. The heat seeped into her slowly, chasing away what little bit of cold she’d felt while standing on the deck.

  Lifting her eyes to Jared had their heated gazes clashing. She crooked her finger at him and winked. “Come get me.”

  She couldn’t believe her own behavior, but these guys seemed to bring the vixen to the surface. She knew he wouldn’t refuse her, not with the smoldering look already heating her up. She watched as he ripped off his shirt and jeans in a frenzy. She would have laughed at his impatience if she hadn’t so badly wanted him touching her. He hopped around trying to pull his pants off his legs and she did giggle. Then, when he gave her an exasperated look, she let out a full, rolling laugh. How could she avoid it? He was just so adorable as he rushed to get naked.

  “You think this is funny? I’m going to die from blood loss because it’s all pooled in my groin, and you’re laughing? I’ll give you something to giggle about.”

  She laughed even harder when he snickered and stuck his tongue out at her a moment before stomping into the tub, kicking a curtain of water at her face. Wiping the drops from her eyes brought her attention to the very aroused male standing within arm’s reach. Lickable was the first thought that came to mind. Having such a beautiful specimen of maleness bobbing near her lips had her mouth watering. She peeked up at his face and slowly licked her lips, teasing him and herself with the thought of sucking his cock.

  “Don’t tease me, Arin. That mouth of yours is sinful enough already. I’ve dreamed of having my cock between those lips too many nights. Right now, though, I want to bury myself in your hot little pussy.” As he talked, he moved even closer, crowding Arin until she was pushed back into the seat. Jared leaned down, caging her head between his forearms, and brought his face close to hers. He forced her knees apart to make room for his body and she melted. The look of unadulterated lust in his eyes heated her blood and had her clit aching.

  He went down on his knees between her thighs and pressed his chest to hers. Nipples pebbled at the contact, and she moaned. She wanted him inside her, craved it. She skimmed her hands up his arms, trying to pull him to her more. She loved the feel of his body pressed to hers but it didn’t seem to be enough. He held back, kissing down her neck and lightly biting. Her back bowed, pressing her breasts tighter to his chest. His skin felt almost cool against hers in the heated water.

  Calloused hands worked between their bodies and she gasped when he rolled a nipple between his fingers. Heat scorched through her body, pooling in her pussy. If they weren’t in the hot tub she knew her thighs would be drenched with her juices. She wanted to rub her clit against him, her hand—anything to relieve the ache.

  “Please don’t tease me, Jared. I don’t think I can take it.” She pleaded with her body, arching against him as she grabbed his hair and pulled him to her lips.

  She poured every longing need into the kiss. With a moan, she swept her tongue against his mouth, pulling his bottom lip between hers and biting lightly. She grinned at the growl that vibrated against her chest. She wrapped her fingertips around his nipples and tweaked them and groaned when he hissed. His hips pressed harder against hers and she paid for her teasing when he ground his cock into her sensitive folds.

  She let her head fall back against the headrest and her eyes slid closed as she reveled in the feel of his cock rubbing against her clit. She wanted him inside her, but the slick slide of his hard and hot flesh against hers pushed her so close to a release. A little more, that’s all I need. She whimpered when h
e backed away from her, even as she clamped her legs around his waist to keep him right where he’d been.

  The crinkle of a condom wrapper brought her head up. She watched a now-standing Jared roll the latex over his weeping cock. Her mouth watered at the sight. She nearly swallowed her tongue when he pumped his shaft twice while staring at her with fire and lust in his eyes. She felt an answering rush of heat to her pussy.

  “Come here.” He beckoned her to him with a crook of his finger as he backed up a couple of steps.

  She stood, shivering as the cool air caressed her heated skin. She gasped as he pulled her to him and spun her around in his arms. Her back rested against his chest and his dick snugged between her ass cheeks. Hard, muscular arms wrapped around her waist. Another quake shook her as his heated breath skated over her cheek. Her eyes slid closed and a quiet moan slipped between her lips.

  “Look through the window, Arin. I want you to see what you do to both of us,” Jared whispered. The flick of his tongue against her earlobe had her knees weakening.

  She struggled to open her eyes but once she did she knew they were owlish. Standing on the other side of the sliding glass door was a very naked and very aroused Brent. He had one hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly, and the other cupping his balls. His eyes burned along her skin as he gazed down her naked body. She shivered at the intensity of it all.

  “Do you want to give him a show? Do you want to drive Brent over the edge? Watch him come on the glass because he can’t help himself?”

  She nodded even as she crumpled forward. The thought of watching Brent stroke off while he watched her and Jared was intoxicating. Jared lowered her to her knees on one of the bucket seats and used his knee to spread her legs. His arms were still wrapped firmly around her waist and his breaths puffed against her ear.