Yes, she wanted this, them, together. “I want—need you both. I didn’t hurt my head, I’m okay to—you know….”
Her dress dropped to the floor, followed by her pantaloons, leaving her standing in the wet chemise and stockings. It wasn’t the first time she’d been naked in front of more than one person. Sometimes she filmed scenes in the nude, but this was different—real.
“You’re more beautiful than I could have imagined,” Thomas said, as though the extra weight she carried really didn’t matter. Maybe she wasn’t a fat ass, as John had said.
Thomas’s whiskers tickled the nape of her neck; his warm breath stirred the fine hairs, igniting a deeper need. “Have you done this before?” Thomas whispered in her ear.
She shook her head. “Not a ménage. Have you?”
Thomas kissed her neck, sending her heart vaulting into her throat. That would be a yes? Oh God, she was the only one here who didn’t know what they were doing.
“Then we’ll take this slow.” Aaron moved in, untying the ribbon on the neck of her chemise, opening the garment. Thomas took the bottom, lifting the hem and running his hands up her body, taking it with them.
“Lift your arms.”
She complied and the chemise was pulled over her head and tossed to the side. Both men stared at her.
“The stockings need to go. I like naked flesh,” Thomas said from behind her.
“Indeed,” Aaron said. “If you like naked flesh, you should come over here and see the view. She’s shaved.”
“Shaved?”
Ryann wrapped one arm over her chest and the other hand dropped to cover the before-mentioned, shaved girly-bits. “Uh, guys?”
“Shhh,” Thomas said as he circled her. “Remove your hand; let me get a look.” He stopped beside Aaron and waited. She dropped her hand and blushed. Thomas cocked a brow. “Have you ever seen a lady do such a thing?”
“I’ve heard of it done, but I’ve never seen it.” Aaron reached out and touched her stomach, drawing his fingers down until they grazed her pussy. Ryann’s heart leapt at his touch and she shivered again. “You need to feel this, Thomas.”
Thomas ran his hand along her hip and dipped down to the territory in question. “I’ve only seen this done once.”
She knocked his hand away. “Hey! I’m standing right here.” She glared at them and put her hands on her hips. One would think they were buying a horse, not undressing a woman. Sheesh. Where was the romance she’d pictured?
“Indeed you are.” Thomas looked up and smiled. “How did you get it so smooth?”
“Wax. Look, this is getting a little uncomfortable. Can we stop with the examination?”
“Certainly.” Thomas dropped to his knees before her and began to untie the ribbons that held her stockings up. He lifted one leg, peeled her stocking away and set it down, repeating the procedure, but instead of releasing her limb, he rested the crook of her knee on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss the skin along the inside of her thigh, slowly working the stocking down.
“Oh,” Ryann moaned and closed her eyes. Aaron came up behind her, nibbling her neck, nipping her shoulder. His hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs traced circles around the nipples.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “I want to watch him take you—hear you cry out as you come.” He pulled her back into his chest as Thomas’s tongue slid between her pussy lips. She gasped and collapsed against Aaron, no longer having the strength to hold herself up.
“How does she taste?”
“Like my dreams told me she would.” He sucked her throbbing clit between his lips and Ryann almost came. “A virgin?” Thomas pulled his mouth away and looked up.
“No,” Aaron said. “I’ve taken care of that.”
“I was wondering when you’d get around to it. I’ve never heard of a betrothed man who didn’t.” A finger joined his tongue. She gasped and then Thomas slipped a second finger in her, twisting both around, probing, exploring, looking for…. Oh. Bingo. Ryann gasped and rocked into them. The orgasm swept over her. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, gripping his fingers. Each thrust of his digits intensified the pleasure, bringing her closer to losing herself. “Thomas…” she cried out.
“That’s it, Mattie. Relax. Let go.”
She arched back, riding his fingers through the orgasm. As it ebbed, she panted, letting Aaron hold her against his chest. Relax? He had to be kidding.
Thomas pulled his fingers out and looked up. “She’s wet and ready for more.”
“Good.” Aaron scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bunk, setting her down. The webbing creaked and rocked under the feather-stuffed mattress. Ryann rolled to her side and watched them strip. Aaron shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to the side. Thomas untied the lace at his throat and unbuttoned his shirt, watching her with such intensity she quaked.
Chapter Five
Who was the woman he’d come to love? She claimed to be a Patriot, a spy, but Washington had only recently discussed forming such a group in New York. Aaron had never heard her name mentioned, but he had to admit, having a woman spy was something the British wouldn’t expect and a damn good idea. She’d paid dearly for it.
The Patriots had stormed her house, set it ablaze. She’d escaped, but only to stumble onto the battlefield with both sides closing in. The only thing he could do was ride out to her and get her as far from it as possible before the fighting commenced.
Breaking ranks had been risky, and some of the Queen’s Rangers followed him, catching them on the beach as they rowed toward a known Patriot privateer’s ship. Rescuing her compromised his mission and had blown his cover. It didn’t matter now. His only concern was to protect the woman he loved and reward her courage in the most intimate of ways. Tomorrow the whole British Navy could descend on them, but they had tonight, and he wouldn’t waste it.
Aaron moved onto the bunk, lying next to her. He skimmed his hand down her side and hip, feeling her quiver under his touch. “Will you have us both?”
She nodded, but said nothing. Color pinked her cheeks. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and cupped her face. When his lips brushed hers, lightning moved through him. She made him feel as no woman ever had. She’d captured his heart—given him his most wicked desires.
Aaron used his knee to pry her thighs apart, pushing them open to give him greater access to the heat that rested between. “Breathe.”
“Please.” She arched under him as though she were ready for all he promised. He reached down and positioned himself at the entrance to her wet pussy and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep control and go slow.
“I want to ride you,” she said.
He rolled to his back, bringing her on top. Madelyn straddled him, taking only a moment to sink onto his cock and bury him inside her.
As she seated him deep, she turned toward Thomas. “Let me taste you.”
Aaron closed his eyes. Wicked, wicked woman. The erotic image her words built nearly undid his control. He’d never heard a woman talk so candidly about sex. He opened his eyes in time to watch Thomas mount the bunk in front of her, holding the iron rails of headboard with one hand and with the other, he offered his cock. He rose up on his knees, waiting for her to take it. For a moment, Aaron wasn’t sure she would.
Just as he was certain she’d changed her mind, Madelyn licked the tip of his stiff member, her tongue dipping into the slit, catching a bead of pre-cum. Jolts shot from Aaron’s pelvis to his fingers and toes. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth. Fuck, he’d come if he watched further.
But he couldn’t stop. He found himself drawn to the way her mouth milked his brother’s cock. Aaron groaned as though he could feel her hot little mouth wrapped around him. She opened her mouth wider and he thrust inside, pumping in and out of her mouth, deeper. She began to ride Aaron at the same time, up and down, fucking them both.
“Madelyn, sweetheart. You’re killing me.”
“I don’t think I’ll last much longer than you.�
�� Thomas didn’t say anything further, but tightened his grip on the Iron bed rail. He grunted as she worked her lips up and down on his shaft, rocking his hips against her mouth, sliding in and out.
It felt so naughty and so right. Ryann loved the taste of Thomas and the way Aaron filled her. Tomorrow she could wake up and find that this was all a dream, but deep down she knew it wasn’t. She’d come back in time to her loves, to find the missing pieces she’d always known were out there—somewhere.
They were all she could and ever would desire. She’d never get enough. Ryann pulled her mouth off his cock. “I want you both buried inside me.” Greedy, hungry for it all, she couldn’t wait any longer. Both men would bring her to an unforgettable climax, one she’d craved like a drug, needed and wanted since they’d started filming that damn movie.
“Lean forward,” Thomas said in a gruff, sex-charged whisper.
Ryann complied, pressing her bare breasts to Aaron’s chest. Aaron was a bit longer and thicker than his brother, and a better choice to fill her pussy, while Thomas took her ass. Thomas licked his fingers and probed at her ass. He slipped a finger inside. Intense. Incredible. Oh God, she was going to come with just one finger.
Convulsions rocked her core. She threw her head back and cried. Pleasure and pain whirled together, taking her breath away.
He added another finger, moving slowly and giving her time to adjust. “Almost there.” He began to work his fingers in and out. Tension coiled in her body and she threatened to come again.
“More,” she gasped and began to fuck Aaron again. Her pussy clamped down on him, but she pushed the orgasm away. Not now, not until both were inside her. “Please.”
She didn’t need to say anything further. His fingers retreated and the head of his cock pressed against the slick pucker of her ass. “Push against me again.”
She did. Aaron worked his way inside her tight ring. Once buried deep, both cocks stretched her as far as she could go. Only a thin barrier of skin separated the two. She couldn’t move. Anything she wanted to say came out as gasps. Never had she been so full. Pain. The pleasure. Oh God. And then they began to move. While one drew out, the other slid in, starting a slow rhythm that sent her whirling—or was the world spinning? Fire roared through her and the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, took her apart.
***
Water filled her mouth. Ryann tumbled through the surf again, but this time someone lifted her out of the water and carried her to the beach. He turned her to her side so she could cough the water from her lungs.
“Are you okay?”
She drew in a breath and wheezed, sending her lungs into another coughing fit.
“I need a towel—a blanket,” the man called out. His voice sounded familiar. He rubbed her back until the coughing ceased, and then draped a beach towel over her shoulders. “Better?”
Ryann nodded. “Yes, thank you.” The last person she expected to see on the movie set came into focus. He wore jeans, no shoes. Water trickled down a set of washboard abs that would give any model a run for his money. And his eyes…. She blinked. “My God.”
“My friends call me Tom, Thomas Ayers. I’m up to visit my family this weekend. I heard shouting, that a woman was caught in a riptide. You’re lucky you didn’t drown with that dress weighing you down.”
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” said someone to her right. “Thomas is a combat medic with the Navy and assigned to a Marine Recon unit. He pulls dumb-ass jarheads out of the water all the time. He’s got a lot of practice doing mouth-to-mouth.”
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous he didn’t save you.”
She turned her head and forgot what she was going to say. Aaron kneeled next to her on the sand, wearing knee length khaki shorts and a T-shirt with a sexy woman dressed as a pirate, advertising rum.
Aaron reached out and grabbed her hand. “Hi,” he smiled. “I’m Aaron Channing, the good-looking one. The guy who pulled you out of the water is my brother, the hero.”
“Stepbrother,” Thomas corrected him. “He only thinks he’s the good-looking one.”
Why argue. They both were the hottest men she’d ever set eyes on. And maybe that’s why they had been in her dream—hallucination—whatever it had been. She had to have seen them on the beach, and her subconscious mind threw them into one doozie of a near-death fantasy. A simple coincidence the names and faces matched the men. No other explanation came to mind. “I’m Ryann Summers. I’m here, filming Lady Liberty.”
“Outstanding. Hey, Thomas, did you hear that? We found our date.”
Okay, so not a coincidence. She blinked again. “I know this is going to sound really weird, but I feel like I’ve done this before—met you.” She reached up and pressed a hand to her forehead. Déjà vu? Had she done this before, or was she still dreaming? Thomas pulled a soggy envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her. “We were told we could find you on the beach today. My brother has a yacht, and we thought we’d take you out on it for dinner tonight. That is, if you’re up for it.”
“Why don’t you walk me to my trailer? I’m a little tired from my swim and I’m dying to get out of these wet clothes.” She hooked their arms and started down the beach. She didn’t have a clue what had happened before, but she sure knew where everything was headed.
Madame Evangeline had brought the date to her. As promised. The rest…. Yeah, dinner on a yacht would be great—after dessert.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
D. L. Jackson is a writer of urban fantasy, science fiction, military romance and erotic romance. She loves to incorporate crazy plot twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As a U.S. Army veteran, she naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world could always use more. She does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers in her novels as she can. When she isn’t writing or running the roads, you can often find her online chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced coffee, pull up your virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits from her readers. http://authordljackson.com
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
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