Tempted by Brothers [Temptation, Wyoming 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Zoey Marcel

  Amber moaned as their husky voices sent slick heat pouring from her channel to dampen the crotch of her boy-short panties. The pulsing in her plump clit turned into a desperate throb as she rubbed the tender protrusion with undivided attention. The red lace was wet with her wantonness, emitting a private musky smell.

  She cried out into the phone and jolted in her seat as an unbelievable wall of pleasure slammed into her. The release felt stronger, better for having been drawn out to the point of insanity. Her body caved in desperation, contracting her muscles and pussy until her panties were drenched and her clit pulsated in rapturous defeat.

  The men groaned and gasped on the other end, and she felt a wild thrill pulse through her when she realized they had just come, too.

  “Fuck,” Carson breathed.

  “Damn,” Dane panted. “Little mate, you’re going to be the death of us.”

  She giggled. “Speak for yourself. That felt so good. Thank you for the panties.”

  “We’ll be collecting them from you at the club tonight. Don’t wash them,” Carson said, sounding less out of breath now.

  Not wash her underwear? Would they like the scent of her pussy juices that stained her panties?

  Probably, if they were dirty enough to ask for them unwashed, they were likely kinky enough to enjoy the lusty fragrance. What spicy, perverted mates she had.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, hands shaking at the knowledge that they would play with her at The Gothic Angel tonight.

  “Mmm,” Carson moaned. “We bought you some toys.”

  “You mean like a stuffed animal?” she teased.

  The men chuckled.

  “No smartass, I mean anal beads and nipple clamps,” Carson specified, sounding bemused.

  Electricity flowed through her veins and her anus clenched. She’d never played with anal beads, though she’d experimented with some basic nipple clamps on more than one occasion.

  “That sounds like fun. Thank you.”

  “Meet us there at nine,” Dane said. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They said good-bye and then Amber hung up, rubbernecking when she thought she saw movement in the bushes. It was probably just an animal of some sort. God, she hoped so. How humiliating would it be to have someone happen across her while she’d been in the throes of climax?

  She started the car and headed back to work. Tonight her men would play with her. She couldn’t wait.

  She kept telling herself she wouldn’t really defy her guardian again. Stan had been good to her, and it would behoove her to behave like a saint for the next several months.

  But the giddy rush tripping through her and the edge of lust in the McCann men’s voices when she’d spoken with them over the phone was too enticing to resist. How bad could one harmless night of fun be so long as her virginity was preserved?

  Chapter Seven:

  Played With

  “I appreciate you coming with me,” Amber said, glancing around in paranoia.

  Brenda waved her off. “Don’t mention it, hon. It’s my job to make sure you’re having the time of your life with a couple of stud muffins. Are you meeting the manly McCann boys here?”

  Amber fidgeted, feeling twice as out in the open as she had a second ago. “Yeah, but it’s kind of a secret.”

  “Forbidden love, huh? That’s always fun. You just enjoy yourself, toots.” Brenda’s head jerked and she tried to look over the crowd, but her height wasn’t quite sufficient to see above some of the taller people.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I thought I saw someone I recognized.”

  “Who?”

  “My ex-husband.”

  Amber blinked at her in surprise. Somehow sassy, naughty Brenda didn’t strike her as the settling-down type. “I didn’t know you were married before.”

  “Yeah, it was a long time ago.”

  “Was he a cheating, abusive jerk?”

  “Hmm? No. He was the best man a gal could ask for. He was handsome, loving, muscle-bound, intelligent, loyal, funny, and alpha. A real catch.” Brenda stiffened when Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” came on.

  Amber’s brow furrowed. “Then why did you guys divorce?”

  Brenda’s lips trembled and her eyes appeared vulnerable. “You know, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’ll just head home early if that’s all right with you.”

  “Oh okay. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”

  “Ah, it’s not a big deal. I’ll eat some chocolate, watch a comedy, and all will be good.”

  Amber frowned, wanting to hug her. “I thought you meant you were feeling sick. You’re depressed?”

  “Hon, I’m never depressed. It’s that time of the month. You know the bloating, hormones, cramps, and the bloody Nile River.”

  “Ew! Yeah, time of the month. I get it.”

  Brenda offered her a weak half smile, but she didn’t guffaw like she normally would. “Have a good time, hon.”

  Amber felt bad for Brenda as she watched her leave.

  “Hey, chick!” A young man staggered toward her. “Let me see the titties. I want to see the big titties.”

  Amber was mortified when she saw him coming toward her. Brenda was gone and Amber was left to fend for herself with some lecher youth.

  “Can I help you?” She hoped he went away and quit bothering her. She really was no good at standing up for herself even in situations that made her feel uncomfortable.

  “I want to finger-bang you.” The young man hiccupped.

  She heard a ferocious growl as Dane shoved through the crowd to get to her.

  His friend, Nathan Preston got between him and the young man. “Whoa, whoa. Easy there, Dane. He’s just a dumb kid, halfway to shitfaced. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

  The young man hiccupped again. “I’m not a kid. Show me the titties. I want them.”

  “Hey, piss off, kid. Dane!” Nathan shoved against an advancing Dane. “No shifting. He’s drunk.”

  “Who is drunk?” Dakarai Hawthorne, one of the club’s owners asked as he approached.

  “Big fucking titties!” The youth lunged at Amber and grabbed her full breasts. “Squishy titties!”

  Heat engulfed her face and she pushed him away, too humiliated to slap him for insolence and risk drawing unwanted attention to herself.

  Dane snarled and his fangs lowered, eyes flashing to the color of whiskey as he collided with Nathan on his way to most likely kill the impertinent titty lover.

  “Enough!” Dakarai yelled.

  “Fuck off! I have this!” Nex Harper, the bouncer, quickly leaped through the air, shifting into an enormous Siberian tiger and pouncing on the boob-grabbing troublemaker.

  The music ceased and the rest of the crowd fell silent.

  Dakarai’s copartner, Joaquin Sullivan came over, looking pissed. “What’s going on?”

  Amber hung her head, growing even hotter beneath all the humiliating stares. “It’s my fault, sir. I was showing cleavage.”

  “What?” Dane growled. “It’s not your fault, Amber.”

  Joaquin’s stone-cold expression eased into a milder hardness when he looked at her. “It wouldn’t matter if you were in your underwear. That doesn’t give him the right to touch you without your permission.”

  Nex, the tiger, kept bopping the young guy on the head with his paw over and over again, purring with apparent amusement.

  “I’m gonna die.” The youth hiccupped.

  Joaquin’s countenance turned deadly. “Is he drunk?”

  “It would appear so,” Dakarai replied.

  Joaquin shot a warning look over at the bartender, Claire Lynravn. “How many drinks did you serve him?”

  “Just one.”

  “I’ve seen him after one drink and he’s never like this. How many?”

  “It was just one. I swear.”

  Nathan picked up a flask off the floor. “I think he smuggled some in.”

  Joaqui
n’s eyes narrowed on the pinned down young man. “Get him out.”

  Nex’s tail twirled happily as he took the man by the shirt and used his mouth to drag the person out of the club. The tiger looked like he was having way too much fun being the bouncer.

  “See that Roy is never let back in here, ever,” Joaquin said.

  Dakarai gave a single nod and then Joaquin turned to leave as the music resumed and the crowd started mingling and dancing again.

  Amber’s own embarrassment waned when she saw how humiliated poor Claire looked. She was about to go over and comfort her, but Dane was all over Amber, hugging her in a death grip.

  “Did the fucker hurt you?”

  “No. I’m okay.”

  He clutched her tight like she was a lucky penny he refused to let go. He led her toward a hall where she figured the private rooms must be.

  She peeked back over her shoulder and saw Dakarai behind the bar rubbing Claire’s shoulder with a tender look on his face. The pretty blonde gave him a small smile, but she still seemed embarrassed. Hopefully the other owner apologized to her later.

  Carson walked out of one of the rooms. “What’s going on? I heard a lot of ruckus.”

  “Some motherfucker had his grubby little hands on our mate,” Dane said in a lethal tone.

  “What? Name the bastard.”

  “One of the club owners called him Roy,” Dane mentioned.

  “What did he touch?” Carson interrogated with his hands on Amber.

  “He…he touched my breasts,” she said quietly.

  His complexion shadowed with fury. “Your breasts belong to us, Amber. No one else.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t want him to do that.”

  “It’s not her fault,” Dane cut in.

  “I never said it was. I just want to make sure she knows who owns these gorgeous tits.”

  Amber moaned when Carson cupped her breasts in his hands and rolled them in rhythmic circles. She couldn’t help pushing into his attentive palms, relishing the feel of his touch and feeling comforted by the way it erased the slimy touch of the jerk who had copped a feel a little bit ago.

  She would make a mental note to stay the hell away from this Roy person, whoever he was.

  Dane finally calmed down enough to cock a crooked smile. “She knows.”

  A guttural sound rumbled like thunder in Carson’s throat. “Let’s get her in the room. I already got her new toys washed and set out. You can play with her while I go maul Roy.”

  Nathan came around the corner with an entertained little smirk on his attractive face. “No need, Car. Joaquin already had Nex throw the little putz out. He’s not a problem anymore. Plus he was drunk.”

  Carson exhaled loudly. “Let’s just get her in the room.”

  Nathan grinned. “What’s going on in there?”

  Amber blushed and hid under the arm Dane wrapped around her. She felt safe there and she fit perfectly, tucked into him like she was made for him.

  “If we wanted you to know we’d let you in to watch,” Dane said impatiently.

  Nathan laughed. “Well, if you insist.”

  Dane turned to glower at him.

  Carson got a sexy, lopsided grin on his holy-hotness face. “Sorry, Nathan. This is a matter between mates, but it’s a ménage between two men and a woman with three holes. I’ll let your capable imagination figure out which holes we’re going to fill.”

  Nathan let out a long whistle. “You dirty, nasty boys. You’re braver than I am. I hear her guardian is a mean old bastard who eats horny men for breakfast.”

  Amber cringed.

  “You think I’m afraid of an old man?” Carson postured.

  Nathan smirked. “Apparently not if you’re fucking her.” He winked at Dane. “Let me know how it goes.”

  Dane held Amber tighter against him.

  Nathan laughed. “I can see I won’t be getting any juicy details out of him.”

  “We’ll see you tomorrow.” Carson waved and headed toward Amber and Dane. “Time to get busy.”

  Nathan chuckled and waved at them before going back out into the main area.

  Amber felt relieved and more than a little nervous when the door shut, but she was so ready for this.

  Carson studied her for a moment without talking. “Are you all right?”

  She nodded.

  Dane rubbed her back. “We won’t let anyone hurt you, Amber. We’ll take care of you.”

  “I know you will.”

  Carson stalked toward her and then placed his hands squarely on her shoulders. “If that fucker bothers you again, let us know.”

  She nodded, wanting to forget about the drunken creep and just get frisky with her two hunks. “I will. Thanks.”

  Both men sat in chairs and watched her expectantly.

  “Strip for us, Amber,” Dane commanded. “Just your top for now.”

  Her hands started shaking as she fingered the hem of her frilly blouse. “Could we maybe dim the lights or turn them off?”

  “No,” Carson said curtly. “Start stripping, hottie.”

  The compliment helped to take the edge off her anxiety, but she still felt uncomfortable showing all her bare skin to them with the lights on. She slowly took her top off and let it drop to the floor. Their pupils dilated and Dane licked his lips.

  Carson rubbed his crotch. “Isn’t she something, Dane? Beautiful.”

  “Fucking incredible, and she’s all ours,” Dane agreed.

  Their pleased remarks threw her off-kilter. They seemed as enthralled with her as she was with them. It was touching and somewhat empowering, though she was still anxious.

  “Drag your hand down your body slowly,” Carson told her in a heated timbre.

  Amber ran her palm over her cleavage and then let her hand journey down her ribcage and love handles, amazed by the impressive bulges the men sported in their jeans.

  “Take the bra off,” Dane ordered, watching her as closely as his brother was.

  When she unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms in a steady, provocative motion, erotic male sounds emanated from them. Dane grabbed his crotch, his breathing accelerating the more she took off.

  “Grope those tits, baby doll,” Carson said a heady murmur.

  Amber clutched her breasts and kneaded them in her hands, moaning softly. Her vagina unleashed a hot surge of cream at the way Dane rubbed the outline of his erection through his jeans and Carson unzipped his pants and whipped out his turgid cock.

  She needed them inside her so bad she could hardly stand it.

  “Now the pants,” Dane ordered hoarsely.

  She unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down slowly, creaming hard in her panties when she wiggled her jeans down her legs. She slipped out of her sandals and then stepped out of her jeans, wanting to cry at her near nudity. The ten pounds she’d lost and rejoiced over seemed worthless now that the two men she had a thing for were seeing her in the light without her clothes on. Maybe she should tell them about her diet.

  “Take your panties off,” Carson said in a husky pitch.

  The demanding words made her feverish. She guided the lace down her hips, feeling shocked into near numbness.

  No one had ever seen her completely naked. Oliver and Austin had only ever seen her half undressed or in lingerie. She’d been too uncomfortable to let anyone see her in the buff.

  Dane held up a hand, signaling her to stop.

  Amber paused with the lace clinging to her thick thighs. Her mouth fell open after they each took a picture of her with their cell phones. Photographic evidence of her semilewdness was not a good idea.

  Dane must have noticed her discomfort. “These pictures of you are for our eyes only.”

  “Word,” Carson said randomly.

  Dane gave him a quizzical look. “What?”

  Carson gave him a little smirk and waved him off. “I meant she has our word, not that ‘word to your mother’ phrase. It’s been a long day.”

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�Ah.” Dane nodded and then his eyes flickered back to her. “Step out of those and toss them to me.”

  Amber took her panties off and then tossed them to Dane, who proceeded to pull out his cock and fondle it with her lust-soaked undies. She waited as the seconds ticked by and both men stared at her in complete silence. What were they thinking? Did they like what they saw?

  Carson twirled his finger in a circle near his face, encouraging her to turn. She did so, feeling even more self-conscious when her backside was in full view for them.

  “God, you’ve got a big ass,” Carson breathed. “I love that about you.”

  A jubilant little spark flared up inside her. “Thank you, Sir. Can I look at you?”

  “Go ahead.”

  She turned to face them again, feeling subtle confidence bloom inside her.

  “Don’t ever change, little mate.” Dane shook his head, dark eyes full of reverence and desire. “You’re absolutely perfect for us.”

  She would either burst into tears of joy or willingly chuck her innocence at them, her fortune be damned if they kept all this sincere sweet talk up.

  “You guys are amazingly sweet to me.”

  “Come over here, sugar lips.” Carson picked up some nipple clamps from off the table. “Let’s remind those big, soft breasts who owns them.”

  God, she hoped this affectation of caring wasn’t a facade. As much trouble as it could end up causing her, she wanted to believe they were serious. She padded across the floor toward them.

  “Kneel and lay your tits on my lap,” Carson ordered.

  She did as he commanded, loving the way the heat from his legs baked against the underside of her bountiful breasts. He rolled her right nipple between his thumb and index finger until it stiffened to his satisfaction and then clipped one of the clamps on the erect nub. Adjusting the pin, he watched her face closely as he tightened the clamp so it fit snugly on her nipple.

  “Too tight?”

  “No. That feels good.” She winced when he made it just a hair tighter and gave her a sadistic little smile.

  “Let’s get her on the bed when you’re done,” Dane suggested.

  “Will do.”

  Carson pinched and tweaked her other nipple until it stood obediently, taking the clamp he put on her like a good bit of flesh. The clamps were attached to one another by a silver chain that made her feel like a sexy love slave with it dangling against her skin.