by Gigi Moore
“Can’t tell.”
“What is this, the Quarry brothers’ tag team?”
Carson looked at Sam over Desiree’s head and grinned. “We do make a great team most of the time.”
“And do you two always do everything together?”
Now Carson searched Desiree’s face. Was she asking if they both wanted to be with her at the same time? Did she really want an answer to that?
He reached up a hand to her face, caressed the delicate skin just above her cheekbone with his thumb. “Most of the time, usually out of convenience or obligation,” he murmured, thinking there would be nothing convenient or obligatory about what he and Sam wanted to do with and to Desiree—together.
Sam cleared his throat behind her and lifted his hands. “Someone mind undoing this?”
Carson raised his eyes from Desiree’s face to look at his brother. “I think we’ll keep that on you for now. Keep you out of trouble.”
“A little late for that,” Desiree whispered.
“Are you okay with this?” Carson asked, waiting for her not to just say yes and be okay with this but to acknowledge exactly what this was, verbalize it and get it out in the open, what they were all thinking and feeling.
He watched the play of emotion on her face as she decided how much, if anything, to say. He could almost see her CPA’s brain calculating, deciding what would do the least amount of damage to her orderly psyche and what would work for her. He could almost see her deciding how wild and reckless she could let herself be with them.
Carson wanted to make it easier on her but knew that no one could do that for Desiree except Desiree.
“I’m not sure if I’m okay with this or not.”
Carson’s heart dropped, hope deflated. That’s not what he had wanted to hear. He made the press of his thumb firmer against her skin and raised his other hand to frame her face as he leaned in to kiss her, slow and deep. He eased his way into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, seducing her tongue with a sweet promise before he pulled away an inch. “You want me.”
Not a question. It was a statement of fact, and she nodded, eyes wide as if she’d just realized it.
“You want Sam.”
“I do.”
“Then let us give you pleasure. Let us make you come.” Let us make you come the same way you just made Sam come.
God, that had been so fucking hot, watching her, how she’d been in control of his younger brother, how Sam had shuddered beneath her. He wanted to watch his brother make her come. He wanted to make her shudder the same way she’d made Sam.
“Okay.”
Chapter 10
Desiree closed her eyes as Sam put his hands on her hip, comforted by the idea that his wrists were bound and he only had as much control as the binds gave him.
Carson wasn’t bound, however. No, he stood before her, tall, forceful, strong, and ready to do things to her that she’d only dreamed about, she was sure. She wanted him to do those things. She didn’t want to be a cocktease, but she remained afraid.
…let us give you pleasure.
What woman didn’t want to hear that in her lifetime? What woman could deny two men like Carson and Sam?
Sam bent his head to nibble her earlobe. “My mouth is pretty skilled and eager, but I could do a lot better job pleasing you if you untie me. Please, Desi.”
She didn’t really want to say no, especially when he said her name with that sultry, butter-melting Cajun accent. She knew how much discipline it had taken him to keep from touching her, even with his wrists tied, and she respected that he’d let her bind him in the first place. He could have easily said no.
But he wants to please you. They want to please you. Let them.
Sam left a trail of nips and kisses from the back of her ear to her collarbone, sliding one strap of her bra down her shoulder and following the path to her elbow with his agile tongue.
“I can’t think when you do that.”
“You’re not supposed to think, bebe.”
“Just feel, cher.” Carson stepped closer, sandwiching her between himself and his brother as he bent his head to work on her opposite side, sliding down the other strap of her bra before undoing the latch in the front with one hand.
Desiree felt helpless, didn’t know what to do with her hands until Carson slid the bra down her arms and off to discard it. She turned to fulfill Sam’s request, reaching for his hands as he patiently waited for her to unknot the shirt wrapped around his wrists.
Carson busied himself kissing the back of her neck and cupping and fondling her breasts.
She refused to lose her concentration and finished the job on Sam’s wrists before arching her neck and resting her head back on Carson’s shoulder as he tweaked and rolled her hard, sensitive nipples. Waves of pleasure trembled down to her center and dispersed.
Sam went to his knees in front of her, undoing the button on her jeans. When he unzipped the zipper the sound was like an explosion in the otherwise silent room. He tugged her jeans and panties down together, and Desiree accommodated him by stepping out of them and her socks.
Sam wrapped his arms around her hips, buried his face in her pussy, and took a deep breath before he pulled back just slightly to slide in first one then another finger. He stretched her and stimulated her nerves, prepping her for what was to come.
Desiree closed her eyes and gyrated her hips as Sam finger-fucked her before Carson braced his hands on her hips to still her.
“Not so fast, cher. Let him do the work.”
It took everything in her to let Sam do the work without moving, but she managed to relax and let herself get into the sensations of being sweetly penetrated and caressed.
Sam pumped his fingers, alternately scissoring and stroking inside her as Desiree closed her eyes, moaned, and grasped each of Carson’s thighs behind her. The flex of muscles felt so good against her palms she bit into her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Sam had added his mouth to the play, sucking and tonguing her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of her in a slow, torturous rhythm.
Carson guided her hips to the beat, allowing her to move back and forth between them as he pressed his hard shaft against her ass.
“Please, Sam…faster…harder…”
In response, he sped up his thrusts and licks until Desiree was caught up in a maelstrom of emotion and lust that seemed capable of destroying her. Her legs threatened to give out beneath her, but neither Sam nor Carson would allow that. Their larger-than-life presence held her up and steady between them as they worked her into a frenzy of mindless want.
Desiree came on a keening cry, digging her nails into Carson’s quadriceps as he lowered his mouth to kiss and nibble her throat none too gently. She barely noticed the feel of his strong teeth sinking deep into her flesh, though she felt it somewhere on the periphery of awareness, too lost in what Sam did to her pussy to notice pain. The pain and pleasure blended and became one big sensation.
Sam lapped at her until she was sure she was bone dry and then, even after, swiped his tongue inside her as deep as it would go once he’d removed his fingers.
She didn’t realize she whimpered and shook until she heard Sam cooing and rubbing her slit as if trying to soothe an excited animal.
“It’s all right, cher. Just let it happen. Let it go.” Carson turned her around in his arms and bent his head to snatch away what little breath and sense she still had left after that mind-altering climax.
What more could they do to her? What more would they do to her?
Desiree thought maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew, allowing herself to be with these two men. Separately, they were a force to be reckoned with—demanding, hot, and sexy—but together she felt like they could swallow her whole, spit her out, and have her begging for more torment without a second thought.
Carson kissed her until she couldn’t think straight, dragging his tongue along her lips in a sensual pledge that she knew he would carry out.
He scooped her up in his arms and only once he held her against his chest and the material of his shirt rubbed against her sensitized skin did she realize she was in a room, alone and naked, with two men she didn’t really know all that well.
She would worry about the latter later. Right now, she didn’t care. She knew Carson and Sam as well as she needed to for them to give her pleasure.
Carson carried her to the bed and laid her on it more gently than his earlier nips to her throat indicated he would. He wasn’t all caveman, just caveman enough to make her writhe and beg for more of his not-so-tender treatment.
For tender she had Sam, who stood poised on the opposite side of the bed from Carson staring down at her as if he wanted seconds.
Sam licked his lips as he got out of his jeans—no underwear beneath, how rough and rugged—and Desiree instantly had second thoughts about the tender part. He looked absolutely ravenous, bringing to mind her two-wolves-in-the-woods dream.
Desiree turned her gaze to Carson as if for escape, but there would be no escape there. She was trapped between two of the most intense men she knew—willingly. She licked her lips as Carson’s gaze trailed down her body with hungry intent while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and kicked out of his boots.
Sam slid into the bed behind her, caressing the crack of her ass with the head of his cock. She felt the moisture of pre-cum and pushed her ass back to grind against his shaft. “Condoms?” he whispered in her ear, fingers mapping a devastating path from her shoulder to her hip.
She looked up at Carson, who had sped his striptease and now stood before her magnificently naked. Desiree licked her suddenly dry lips. “Nightstand, top drawer.” She pointed, for once thanking her sister for her meddling.
Carson pulled out the drawer as directed and found a string of condoms and a large tube of lubricant right where Maia said they would be.
“An early birthday gift,” she had told Desiree downstairs. Yeah, pretty early, by at least a few months, but who was counting?
Carson ripped two condoms off the string and tossed one to his brother, who snatched it from the air and went to work putting it on.
Desiree didn’t turn, just watched Carson skillfully and unhurriedly roll the latex down his long, thick cock and imagined his brother mirroring his every move behind her. The thought sent a flood of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her and heating her from the inside out so much she thought she would burst into flames the minute the two men slid inside her.
Carson joined her and Sam in the bed, lying on his side to face her.
Sam slid a well-oiled finger inside her anus, spreading the lube around as he penetrated her. His finger slid past several rings of muscles, and Desiree took a deep breath as he added another finger, preparing her virgin hole for him. She realized, however, that nothing could prepare her for the alien infiltration. Nothing could prepare her when he removed his fingers and replaced them with the bulbous head of his cock.
Desiree panted as he pushed in a couple of inches, past the first ring of muscles, and Carson took her mind off of the searing pain when he suckled at her breasts.
Carson licked and nipped her erect nipples until they shone beneath the light of the room. She was hungrier than ever for the two men. She was more than ready to be stuffed as she never had been before.
Sam gripped her hips and rolled his own before he plunged past her rosette to seat himself balls-deep inside her.
She gasped at the unfamiliar burn of anal penetration, but didn’t have time to dwell on the pleasure-pain when Sam turned onto his back and took her with him.
“You are so tight, bebe. Now move for me. Let me feel that sweet, tight ass squeeze around my cock.”
Desiree warmed at his wicked, fresh words, grinding back against him and fully impaling herself as Carson moved to straddle her hips.
Sam bent and spread his knees beneath her to accommodate his brother’s width.
Carson guided his cock to the entrance of her soaking cunt, rubbing the head of his shaft up and down her slit and spreading her moisture before he thrust inside her.
“Mmm, yes, cher. You are tight and wet, just the way I knew you would be.”
With Sam speaking sweet nothings in one ear and Carson doing the same in the other, it was all Desiree could do to keep her head and not just come the instant the men started moving against her in unison.
Carson braced himself on his hands. His arms were poised on either side of Desiree and Sam’s faces. Desiree admired the strength it took to keep most of his weight off of his brother while he plowed into her pussy.
Both men picked up their pace, gyrating and pistoning their hips against her as Desiree breathlessly tried to keep up between them.
Her climax snuck up on her so fast, it overwhelmed her senses, and she closed her eyes against the rush of dizzying impressions. She gasped and writhed between the two men as they tumbled over an edge of ecstasy right behind her, one right after the other.
Sam squeezed his thighs around her, releasing a hoarse cry in her ear as Carson emptied inside her with a ferocious rumble.
In unison again, the men moved after a long, silent moment, turning her on her side without sliding out of her.
Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning as if he never wanted to let her go. He placed gentle kisses across her shoulders before cradling his chin in her collarbone.
Carson pushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips.
Desiree liked the way the brothers worked in tandem, liked how they made her feel so protected and well loved.
The sensations felt so good, she just knew they couldn’t last. She decided she would hold onto them and enjoy these two men for as long as she could, though.
* * * *
Sam lay in the bed behind Desiree, spent and satisfied as he watched his brother get back into his clothes.
“Sam’s going to stay with you for a while, if it’s all right.” Carson leaned in to kiss Desiree’s cheek.
Sam didn’t know how Desiree felt about it, but it was more than all right with him.
Desiree luxuriously stretched and yawned, pressing her ass back against his groin and waking up Sam’s dozing friend. “Why can’t you stay, too?”
“I’ve gotta go out and check in for our shift.” Carson looked at Sam over Desiree’s head.
“I’ll cover for you as long as possible. Meet me at the corral as soon as you can.”
“Will do.”
Carson smiled and reached over Desiree to ruffle Sam’s hair, and Sam, annoyed, swatted away his hand.
“Get out of here. Git!” Even annoyed, he couldn’t help but smile, especially when he cuddled up next to the sweetest, most lush piece of female this side of the Mississippi.
Carson leaned in for one more kiss, tweaking Desiree’s nose as if for good measure before turning to leave. He opened the door and paused, glancing back at them relaxing under the covers, and Sam could see the longing and regret in his eyes.
Merde, he hoped Desiree didn’t notice that. That regret part could be contagious, especially this early on in the relationship, when she barely knew what or with whom she was dealing and still wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Things were going to be hard enough having to explain what they were. Not to mention the added element of Remy Bastien’s presence.
Did Carson think Remy would make another appearance tonight, and that’s why he wanted Sam to stay behind for a while?
“See you later.” Carson touched the brim of his Stetson, then left and closed the door behind him.
Sam pressed himself closer to Desiree’s derriere, arms wrapped around her waist and hands cupping her full, supple breasts. He really hated saying this next but didn’t have a choice. “I’m not going to be able to stay much longer myself.”
“I know.” She turned in his arms and hooked one leg over his thigh to bring him even closer. “How do you want to spend that time, I wonde
r.”
“Hmm…” Sam nudged her moist slit with the head of his quickly rising, throbbing cock. “I’m sure we can come up with something.”
Desiree raised herself up on one elbow, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. “Unless you want to talk.”
“Do you?”
“I think we probably should, but I suppose it might be better if we’re all three present.”
Sam nodded and bent his head to nip her earlobe. He wasn’t in any rush to discuss the situation between them, especially without Carson. He knew he would reveal the wrong thing or too much. He didn’t want to scare Desiree away unnecessarily.
“You boys like nibbling on me, don’t you?”
“Can’t speak for Carson, but I definitely do. I like sweet-tart treats.” Sam pulled back to look at Desiree as she rubbed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder and noticed the hickey. It looked like it hurt, but maybe she bruised easily and it looked worse than it was. He needed to talk to Carson about dialing down the passion. Desiree wasn’t a shifter or even a hybrid like their mother and might not take too kindly to shifter sex practices. To a full human, shifter sex could be downright brutal. Sure, shifters had their moments of slow tenderness, but Sam knew Carson really liked to get down with his women when he did couple. It’s what worried him about Carson and Desiree together, alone, without him to act as a buffer. She’d do well to tie Carson up, but Sam was pretty sure his brother wouldn’t agree to it, not after what had happened to him at Remy’s stronghold.
Sam only had a vague idea of the ordeal his brother had endured during his brief but brutal incarceration. He knew it was brutal only because of the scars he’d seen on his brother’s back, chest, and around his wrists and ankles when they’d broken him out. Only through seeing his brother’s battered and bruised body did he know Carson had been bound and beaten, that Remy’s men had probably drugged him to prevent his shifting and consequently healing.
Carson, however, never confirmed or denied any of this. He never talked about what he’d gone through. He didn’t have to. Sam was there to hear his brother’s cries in the wee hours. He was there to see his brother racked in the throes of his nightmares,