“That one.” She pointed to a door on their right.
Seth stepped in front of them and opened it. Her scent enveloped him as he stepped over the threshold to her room.
It was a large room, and there were candles everywhere. Votives, tea lights, candles in glass containers, wax candles. Everywhere. They made her room smell like some sort of dark, rich, night-blooming flower that yielded the sweetest, most delectable fruit.
A mural adorned the corner of the far wall. It was a tree trunk, and as Jason’s eyes followed the design upward, he realized that the branches and foliage were painted on the ceiling. Pink paper flowers with little crystals hung down from the painted flowers on the mural.
“Who did this?”
“I did.”
“Really? You did all of this?” Jason could not believe the woman he held in arms possessed the talent to create such beautiful art. Her delicate hands molded and crafted while his could bring death and pain. All of a sudden, he didn’t feel worthy to take the shoes off her feet. How could someone who could breathe life into the images she created ever want someone so hard and jaded like him?
“They’re Japanese cherry blossoms.”
Jason did not really care what kind of flowers they were. All he really cared about was how unworthy he felt at that moment. He never realized how personal art could be, how much of themselves artists put into their work. He’d never really looked at art since his snooze-fest art history class in college. He only got through that class because the teaching assistant was pretty cute. This wasn’t even Edie’s masterpiece. It was just her room, for Christ’s sake.
He looked down at her from her wild hair to her painted toe nails. He could barely say she was even half his size, but she intimidated him like no other woman before her. He thought she was the most beautiful, talented, most amazing person he ever met, and he wanted her to think the same thing about him. But seeing her inner sanctum made him wonder if a woman like her could ever care about a hard-assed, pretty damn near emotionless man like him.
But hey, a guy could try, right?
Jason deposited Edie on her bed and stepped away from her. Her eyes widened when he reached for the bottoms of his shirt. She looked so beautiful. Her long, dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her lips were swollen and flushed from his kisses. He broke eye contact with her to pull his shirt over his head.
“What,” her throat bobbed, “what are you doing?”
Seth came up beside him and toed off his boots. “Isn’t it obvious, Edie?” He took off his shirt. “We’re going to make good on you telling us you want us. We’re going to make you come like you never have before.”
They advanced on the bed, and she retreated, wide-eyed, toward the headboard. Jason wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled her toward him. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed his jean-clad erection between her legs.
“You’ve got one chance to say no, cupcake. If you don’t want us like this, tell us now.”
Jason leaned over her, supporting his weight on one elbow. He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and let his fingertips linger against her skin.
“We’ll stop whenever you want us to, but if you don’t want to go any further right now, tell us.”
Her eyes held his as she leaned up and traced the outline of his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Jason felt a growl rise up from his chest. He cupped her face and took her mouth with his.
He loved how she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and tightening her legs around his waist. He felt her heat through his jeans, and while he kissed her mouth, he wondered what she tasted like between her legs.
Jason trailed a hand up her skirt and hooked a finger into the soaked crotch of her panties. Edie tensed beneath him, and when his thumb brushed against her swollen clit, she let out a soft, mewling cry and arched into him. He kissed his way from her lips to her ear and whispered, “You are so wet and swollen.” He pressed a finger against her opening. “And hot.” He pushed his finger into her pussy and felt her clench around him. She was tight. Very tight. He could only imagine what it would feel like to bury his cock deep inside her. “It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw Edie lick her lips.
“Y–yes,” she answered.
Jason pressed another finger into her pussy, and her fingernails dug into his flesh.
“How long?”
“A while.” Her voice went all soft and breathy.
“That’s not good enough, Edie.” He curled his fingers inside of her and pressed on that spot he knew would drive her crazy.
“Oh, my—” She pressed her hips harder into his hand.
“Now answer my question. How long has it been for you?”
Her head thrashed over the bedspread, her wide eyes wild. He pressed harder against that spot inside her pussy and circled his fingers around it.
“Jason!”
“How long, cupcake?”
She licked her lips. “Years.”
Holy shit. Years?
“And never, never like this,” she gasped.
He kissed her then and pulled away from her, taking her underwear with him. When he straightened, he undid his belt buckle and the top button of his jeans. Seth did the same.
She watched them with wide, glazed-over eyes and parted lips. Her chest rose and fell heavily with each breath, making the tops of her breasts look so gorgeous.
Seth crawled over her this time and lifted her off the bed, scooping her shoulders up. “Do you like having your nipples sucked, Edie?” he asked as he lowered her dress straps off her shoulders.
“Well—”
She did not finish her response. Seth reached between them and yanked the top of her dress down, revealing her full breasts with their dusty pink tips. Jason’s gut clenched, and his dick throbbed in his pants.
“You’re beautiful, Edie,” Seth said before he took a nipple between his lips.
Edie’s head snapped back on her shoulders, and her fingers tangled in Seth’s hair.
Jason lay next to them and watched the expressions play over Edie’s face as Seth’s mouth, lips, and tongue teased her breast. Jason took the nipple closest to him in his mouth and heard her high-pitched gasp. He let his mouth linger there, the flat surface of his tongue rasping over her puckered flesh before he released it and situated himself between her knees.
He draped one of her legs over his shoulder and pinned her other thigh to the bed, spreading her wide. He feasted on the beautiful sight before him. Her bare pussy was flushed, swollen, dark pink, and waiting for him.
“Wait, wait,” she protested.
He looked up from between her legs and met her eyes. Her breasts looked luscious from this angle.
“I’ve never...no one’s ever done that to me before.”
He met Seth’s eyes and knew they felt the same thing—pure male triumph.
“No one’s ever licked your beautiful pussy before, Edie?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Jason licked her from her opening to her swollen clit, his eyes on hers the whole time. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Nobody’s ever done that to you?”
“N–no.” The flush in her cheeks deepened, and her breath whooshed out from between her open lips.
He watched as Seth drew a nipple into his mouth while his other hand played with the other one.
“Good. And just to be clear, cupcake, while we’re involved with you, no one else is to touch you. Understand?”
She took a moment too long to respond.
Jason went at her again, this time separating her labia to give his tongue better access to her clit. He tongued her, savored her taste. When she started thrashing against him, he held her leg down harder.
“Are we understood, Edie?” he asked once more.
“Yes, yes. I promise. No one else.”
She flopped back on the bed. Seth foll
owed her down while Jason ate at her pussy. He pushed a finger inside her, and she tightened around him. Then he gently pulled the hood of her clit back and tongued her. The fluttering in her pussy intensified, and she let out a gasp.
“Jason, Seth,” she chanted as the leg draped over his shoulder pulled him closer.
“You taste amazing, Edie. Like nothing I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough.” Jason went at her again, pressing harder on that fluttering spot in her pussy and moving his tongue faster over her clit. He felt the tremors start deep inside her as she thrashed and writhed between them.
“Let it take you, Edie,” Seth said. “Come for us.”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Stop fighting. We’ve got you.”
Jason pushed another finger into her tight pussy and gently sucked her clit between his lips. Her body went rigid, and she stopped breathing for a moment. Her broken moans started as her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came right against his face. She pressed herself harder against his mouth, and he let her have it, tonguing her little clit while the orgasm took her.
“She’s beautiful when she comes,” Seth said. Then he kissed her, muffling the sound of her soft screams.
When she stopped shaking, Jason wrapped his hands around her hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. “It’s time to see what that beautiful mouth of yours can do, Edie.”
She was dazed, he could tell, but she would have to get used to it quickly if she ever wanted to survive a night with the two of them and their appetites.
Edie’s trembling fingers went to unzip Seth’s jeans, but Seth did it for her, then pulled her dress over her head. She was beyond beautiful with her full breasts and generous curves. Jason loved how she was not skinny. He liked his women to look like women. He liked them soft and curvy and feminine. And Edie was all of the above.
She freed Seth’s thick cock from his jeans and held him at the base while Jason pulled her hips back toward him and got an eyeful of her luscious ass and swollen pussy. He could not wait to take her when she positioned herself like this—ass up and her back forming the perfect hour glass shape—and decide whether or not he wanted to plunge his dick in her sweet pussy or her tight ass.
Over Edie’s shoulder, Jason watched her mouth swirl around the tip of Seth’s engorged cock.
“Oh, yeah,” his brother ground out between clenched teeth. “Just like that, Edie. Just like that.”
Jason sank two fingers into her pussy and felt her squeeze him. He worked her clit with the pad of his thumb, and her whole body jerked. He kissed one of her ass cheeks.
“Keep sucking him, cupcake. Keep going while I pleasure you.”
She moaned when he drove his fingers faster and faster into her slick, clinging cunt, and Seth’s jaw clenched when she did.
“Suck me harder, Edie. Shit, I’m going to come.” Seth’s hand shot to the back of her head and pumped her mouth over his cock.
Edie’s muffled moans grew louder, her heavy breathing and the slick sounds of Jason’s fingers sliding in and out of her echoing around the room.
Jason leaned over her and kissed the skin between her shoulder blades. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Her pussy clenched around him, and he moved his thumb faster over her distended clit.
Seth groaned and pumped his dick into Edie’s mouth. Jason watched as she swallowed his brother’s cum and flipped her over again, her legs splayed wide. His mouth latched on to her clit after Seth collapsed on the bed.
She chanted his name and shrieked out her release as her body shook and convulsed. Her fingers knotted in his hair, keeping his mouth against her pussy, and she spread her knees this time, her body asking for more. When she stilled, he kissed his way up her body and took her lips, sharing her intimate taste with her. A delicate sweat made her the skin of her face glisten, and her flushed cheeks and soft eyes gave her the look of a satisfied woman.
Edie caressed his cheekbones and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before her brows furrowed.
“What about you?” she asked.
Jason pressed a kiss into her palm.
“What about me?”
“Don’t you get to–to come, too?”
He smiled down at her and brushed a kiss against her temple.
“Of course I do.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I wanted to make sure we pleasured you first. I got the privilege of tasting you. I’m happy with that for now. Rest now. I’ll show you how to make me come later.”
With that, he tucked her back into his chest so she could face Seth. Jason felt her body relax between them. He’d wake her up for round two later.
Chapter Five
Edie woke early on Saturday morning. She could not fall back asleep, so she decided to water the plants and maybe do some sketching after her morning cup of coffee. Her mind had been restless lately, and she had the Chisholm brothers to thank for that.
They started making nightly visits to the B&B the same evening they took her upstairs and showed her how easily they could master her body. They did one “security check” before they went to Cedar Ridge and one on their way home. Edie tried telling them that The Sweet Spot was more than safe, but they insisted. They claimed they were only doing a security check, and they did, quite thoroughly, but the nightly activities included much more than securing the B&B’s perimeter. The past few nights had been the best of her life, and she did not remember a time when she felt so inspired to create more art. Her thoughts now constantly centered on what they planned to do to her and what they would teach her about her own body.
They never came over for dinner, though. Edie found it strange that Jason and Seth never came over whenever Lena’s fiancées, Brock and Wes, were there.
When Edie tried to speak to them about it, Jason’s eyes iced over for a moment. “It’s just some old family stuff. Lots of history. It’s nothing too serious, anyway, cupcake. We only have enough time to check to make sure there’s nothing suspicious going on and say hi to you before we have to go to Cedar Ridge.”
“Yeah,” Seth chimed in, “we save the good stuff till later.”
Her cell phone pulled her out of her reverie. “Hello?”
“Hey, cupcake. I didn’t expect you to be up so early.” Jason’s voice sounded deeper over the phone.
Edie tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder and went back inside. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to be productive instead.”
“Why couldn’t you sleep? I thought we made sure you’d sleep like a baby.”
Her cheeks flamed even though he wasn’t with her, and she nervously tucked any loose hair behind her ear. “Weird dreams is all. Nothing important, really. I’ll let you know if I dream something prophetic.”
His amused chuckle made her heart do flip-flops in her chest. “Sounds good. I was calling to see if you would be able to go with us to the range later this afternoon, but since you’re awake, we could come pick you up earlier.”
She smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
“And bring a change of clothes. We’re taking you to dinner after.”
* * * *
The hot water felt delicious hitting her between her shoulder blades and rolling down her back. The warm water flowed over her skin in thin rivulets, the tension in her body unraveling in its wake. She let out a soft “Mmm” and gently rolled her neck around and rolled her right shoulder back. It was still sore from the shotgun’s recoil, but fighting her desire for both Jason and Seth made it hurt more, especially between her legs.
They hit the targets every time. They never missed. For some reason, Edie found that incredibly sexy. She never cared for guns before, and she certainly never found gun-toting men very attractive, but the Chisholm brothers proved her wrong. Their assuredness and natural confidence showed in the way they carried themselves, and damn if it didn’t turn Edie on every single time they loaded their guns and settled into their shooting stances.
Oh, and the way their sweat glistened in the sun. And the way they felt pressed up behind her when they showed her how to hold the shotgun properly…
She wanted to bonk her head against the wall. They oozed testosterone and here she was falling for it like a complete idiot. Her! The girl who had a soft spot for dorky graduate students with holes in their slacks and backpacks laden with eighteenth-century feminist texts. She did not have the energy to analyze her ridiculous amount of attraction for the Chisholm brothers. She shied away from the pull she felt deep in her chest whenever she thought about them.
Edie decided to fixate on another pull she felt inside of her. Her clit throbbed just thinking about them, and her nipples hardened even though steam billowed from the water flowing over her skin. Edie smoothed her hands over her belly and trailed them slowly down to her mound. She closed her eyes and pressed her palms harder into her flesh as she made her way toward her pussy, imagining they were Jason’s big, strong hands. In her mind, Seth stood behind her, kneading the muscles in her back until she was languid and pliable. He would trail kisses over her shoulder blades and down the curve of her spine as his brother knelt in front of her and pulled her hips toward his mouth. Jason would spread her thighs apart and drag his tongue over her clit as his piercing blue eyes held hers.
The images in her head were all the incentive she needed to get over her reservations about touching herself in someone else’s house. Edie let out a small moan as she spread her legs and parted her folds. Her pussy was slick with her arousal, her clit swollen and sensitive. She positioned her legs so that water could run over her intimate flesh and grazed her fingertip over her clit. She jolted from the piercingly sweet sensation.
Edie sucked in a breath between her teeth and parted her lower lips with her fingers. Usually, just thinking about them was almost enough to make her come, but her pent-up sexual tension gripped her in its iron vise and refused to let go. Her body was rigid with it, and she felt the knots forming around her shoulder blades. As she touched herself, though, pleasure bloomed between her legs and rippled slowly, thickly through her body. The tension seeped out of her as desire overtook her.
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