by Jenika Snow
A moment later, William was pulling her up. She sputtered and coughed, and then she spun in his arms. Hair stuck to her face, and she pushed it away. His laugh was soft and extremely close.
When the hair was successfully out of her eyes, the first thing she realized was he still had his arms around her waist. Her body was pressed against his from chest to thigh. It was extremely intimate, and after a moment, William’s laugh died as his eyes dipped to her mouth. Jane could feel every dip and hollow of his chest, every defined and hard muscle that was right below his smooth skin. Her pussy clenched, and she swallowed with the force of her arousal. It came on strong, and the longer he stared at her mouth and kept her body tight against his, the higher her desire for him climbed. It was like everything else around her disappeared.
She could see his head lowering, heard him murmur her name, and right when his lips were an inch from hers, the sound of Rys’s voice pierced through the foggy haze of lust that surrounded her.
William cursed and closed his eyes for a second before he scowled at Rys. He let her go but kept a hand on her waist as he led them toward the shore. Rys was standing at the edge of the water. His shirt was now off, and his stormy expression matched William’s.
“I thought we talked about this, Will.” Rys’s voice was hard as he looked at his brother.
Jane looked from Rys to William and back when she was on the shore. A tense moment passed between them. “What has gotten into you guys? You’ve been acting weird for two days now.” She wasn’t talking about the way William almost kissed her. Now she knew she hadn’t been imagining it in Rys’s truck last night. She shouldn’t encourage it, but dammit, she wanted it. The only thing missing was Rys touching her, kissing her.
Rys looked down at her. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” He watched her for several moments, and then a grin split his lips. He lifted his wrist to show her his watch. It was noon. She didn’t need him taking her hand and dragging her over to his truck. She didn’t need him turning the truck on so the dashboard lit up. And she sure as hell didn’t need him pointing to the thermometer in the truck that showed the outside temperature. But he did all of that anyway. “I can’t see that very well. What does it say, Jane?”
She rolled her eyes and gave him a pointed stare. When all he did was look at her with a satisfied smirk on his face, she breathed out. “Fine. It says ninety-five degrees. Happy?”
“Oh yes. Very.” She turned around and stared at him. His voice had dropped to a husky murmur. His eyelids lowered until they held a sexy bedroom quality to them.
“Are you really going to make me go through with it?” Her voice was equally low, and if she was being honest, even she could hear the seductive note in it. “What if someone sees me?”
He took a step closer to her until she was pressed against the side of the driver seat. His wide, muscular chest was inches from hers. The fact that she was clad in only a string bikini and he was in a pair of low-slung trunks wasn’t lost on her. Only a few pieces of clothing kept them from being completely nude. A wind brushed by, and despite the stifling heat, Jane felt her nipples pucker beneath the thin white material. Rys dipped his eyes to the body parts in question, and as if his gaze could make them harder, the traitorous flesh tightened even more.
“Jane.” Her name from his lips was a breathy moan, and she felt herself lean into him until her breasts were pressed against his chest.
“What are you doing, Rys?” What was she doing? His head dipped lower, and she felt the softest touch of his mouth against hers. “Rys.” She let her eyes close, knowing this was the moment she had been fantasizing for years. His hands slid down her arms and slipped around her waist. God, just feeling his hands on her bare waist had her sighing softly.
It felt good, so good. He still didn’t kiss her fully, just kept his lips so close to hers that their breaths mingled. His hands skirted her waist, over her ribs, and circled until his large palms were fanned against her shoulder blades.
“What are we doing?” She meant to sound more shocked by what was going on, but even she could hear the yearning in her voice.
“We are no longer fighting the inevitable.” His deep voice vibrated against her mouth, and she parted her lips slightly. “Look at me, Jane.” She forced her eyes open and stared into the bottomless sea of blue. “Tell me.” He was still so close, and it was hard for her to think.
“Tell you what?” She licked her lips, lips that had grown as dry as her throat.
“Tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” His hard body was pressing hers against the seat cushion, and all she wanted to do was reach up and grip his biceps. She wanted to feel them flex under her hands. She wanted to pull him closer. Perspiration dotted her lower back, and she was sticking to the leather seat. She tried to control her erratic breathing, tried to make it look like she wasn’t as unstable as he was making her. His proximity made her feel all kinds of dizzy.
She wanted to tell him more than that, but words failed her. As she stared into his eyes, she found the courage to finally tell him, to finally let it all out in just three words. “I want yo—” She didn’t even get the last word out before his mouth crushed against hers. The taste of him was an instant addiction, and she felt it like lightning right through her body. His tongue stroked along the seam of her lips, and she eagerly opened for him. She gripped his biceps, felt the hard muscles flex, and he pulled her closer to him. Sweat was forming between their pressed bodies, and for some reason, she found it erotic as hell. It reminded her of sex. Hot, sweaty sex.
His low groan was fuel to her arousal fire. She opened her mouth wider and sucked his tongue farther into her mouth. He parted her legs with his knee, and she spread them until his big body fit between. She could feel how much he wanted her pressing against her lower belly, and her clit pulsed. Her pulse quickened, and endorphins coursed through her veins. She felt his hands slip down her back and cup her ass. He squeezed the mounds, and she found herself growing wanton and grinding herself on his erection. It was hard as steel and hot as hell as it dug into her belly. He ripped his mouth away, and they both panted.
They didn’t move apart, and she knew if not for his hands on her, she would have surely melted to the ground. When she was strong enough to open her eyes, she was startled by the intense expression on Rys’s face. The heat and desire reflected in his eyes was so tangible she could have reached out and grabbed it.
Movement at her side caught her attention, and she turned her head. Her eyes widened as Will watched them from no more than a foot away. She would have felt embarrassed, would have been mortified, but the lust clear on his face had a gush of moisture slipping out of her. His rippled stomach hollowed in and expanded out from the force of his breathing, and all she wanted to do was beckon him closer. What the hell was wrong with her?
Here she stood, Rys grinding his shaft into her, while his twin watched the whole act. How much did he see? The tent in his trunks made it clear he wasn’t disgusted. William took a step toward her and then another until he was right behind Rys. When she looked back at Rys, she noticed he was still watching her. There was no doubt in her mind that he knew William was right behind him, and because Rys didn’t seem the least bit fazed, it had her hoping that maybe it wasn’t so wrong she wanted to be with both of them. At the same time.
Chapter 8
Seeing his twin brother kissing the woman he loved shouldn’t have made Will’s dick hard as rock. This was Janey, their Janey. Could he really share her with Rys? He had thought he would feel jealousy or anger the first time he saw his brother making a move on her, but all he felt was his own arousal for her increasing. She was so damn responsive that he jerked in his trunks.
When they had been in the lake and he had his arms wrapped around her, he had seen her desire for him as clear as day. He could still feel her lush little body pressed up against his. Her softness molded to his hardness like a perfectly fitting puzzle piece. He could still feel her nipples rubbing along his c
hest, twin hard points stiffer than anything he had ever felt. Had she felt his cock press against her belly? If Rys hadn’t interrupted them like the fucker he was, he would have kissed her. God, he wanted to kiss her.
The conversation he had with Rys last night about her had been what he expected. He knew Rys wanted her, had for several years, but Will had been too much of a wimp to come clean to his brother and admit he felt the same way about her. It didn’t matter, though, because Rys had seen through the façade. His twin knew him better than anyone, even Janey, and despite Rys not calling him out on being in love with her, the look his brother had given him told he hadn’t kept his secret such a secret after all. At least, not to Rys. Rhys had called dibs on kissing her first since he’d admitted his feelings first all those years ago.
The dazed looked Janey had when Rys pulled his mouth away from hers was erotic as hell, but when she turned her eyes toward him as if she could feel his stare, her expression went positively molten. At least they were in a very secluded part of the lake, so no one would be able to see the raging hard-on he was sporting.
He held her gaze, and Rys finally tore his eyes away from her to look at Will. They knew what they were going to do. They just didn’t know if she would go for it. Rys stepped away from her, but he kept her hand in his. When she was right in front of him, Will swore he could see her arousal climbing. Her nipples stabbed through the tiny triangles of fabric that covered her breasts, and he had to curl his fingers toward his palms to stop himself from reaching up and pulling the material aside. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He had pictured this exact moment a hundred times, but they had been fantasies. Not now, though.
Was she actually contemplating doing this? With Rys behind her and William in front of her, she was sandwiched between the two biggest, most gorgeous men in Ecstasy. Letting her eyes slowly glide down William’s chest, she reveled in the fact that it was so masculine, so hard and muscular. It was an identical match to Rys’s, but William had a three-inch scar to the left of his belly button. She traced the thin, pale line of puckered flesh.
As her fingers moved over his skin, she felt him shake. Snapping her eyes up to his, she saw him watching her with what she could only call bedroom eyes. A sliver of light-blue pierced through his heavy-lidded gaze.
“Do you remember how I got that, Janey?” She looked back at the scar and nodded.
“We were fourteen, and I dared you to jump into the lake from that rope that hung from the elm branch.” Her eyes drifted over to the tree in question. The rope was long gone, but the memories of the countless times they’d swung from it and fallen into the lake played through her mind.
“I was trying to impress you.”
His words shocked her, and she looked back to him. “What?”
He nodded and took a step toward her.
“I saw the way you watched Rys when he did reckless things.”
“Dude, I wouldn’t call swinging from a rope reckless.”
William didn’t look at Rys or respond to his statement. Janey did, however, feel Rys move closer to her back. It was hot as hell, and being between two larger-than-life men had her temperature rising like she was walking through a forest fire.
“When you dared me, I knew you were joking. You didn’t think I would do it. I was always the safe brother, the twin who played by the rules.” He took another step closer until his chest brushed along hers. “It may not have seemed like a big deal, jumping into the lake from a damn rope, but I climbed those wooden steps, because the way your eyes lit up gave me courage to do it.”
“Courage?” She looked into his eyes. It might not have been the biggest admission ever made, but because he shared it meant the world to her.
“I was scared shitless, Janey, but I wanted to impress you so damn bad.” He lowered his head until their lips were an inch apart. “Even though I had no clue what love was, I knew I loved you. So damn much.” He crushed his lips to hers, and Jane let her body melt into his. He tasted so good, light mint and something spicy, male.
His tongue dipped into her mouth and stroked every inch inside. His kiss was very different from Rys’s. Whereas Rys was more aggressive and took what he wanted, William eased her into it, caressed her, and took his time. Once again, she was reminded of the difference between the two of them and how each one complemented the other. She wanted both of them, and how wrong was that?
While William made love to her mouth, Rys slid his fingers along her arms, causing her to shiver despite the stifling heat. William cupped her cheeks, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. It was clear he had no intention of stopping the kiss any time soon, and she was quite all right with that. Her nipples were hard points, and the junction between her thighs was tingling and swelling with blood.
Her arousal took her breath away, made her dizzy, and had her gripping William’s thick biceps. The muscles bunched beneath her touch, and she curled her fingers around him, bringing him as close as possible.
A little moan escaped her, and he ate it up and gave her more.
Chapter 9
Rys continued his slow, sensual path along her body. When his hands spanned her belly and jerked her back, she gasped. His thick, hard erection pressed against her lower back, confirming that she wasn’t imagining him wanting her. As if William read her mind, he pressed his hips into her belly, showing her that she must have slipped into an alternate universe, because both men wanted her.
They didn’t seem disgusted that she was making out with one and letting the other dry-fuck her from the back. As if she was possessed and her shyness and embarrassment evaporated, Jane popped her ass out, grinding it in Rys’s groin and feeling pleasure when he groaned in response. She moved her hands down William’s arms, over his bulging pecs, across his rippled abdomen, and boldly placed her open palm on his shaft that was screaming to be released from the confines of his trunks.
His dick jerked beneath the material, and she curled her hand around it. Well, as much as she could with the clothing between them.
Her pussy ached to be filled, was soaking wet in anticipation of their penetration. The one and only time she had sex was almost ten years ago, and it had left much to be desired. The boy had been eighteen, and she had been seventeen. He had been passing through, visiting family, and she had immediately been attracted to his bad-boy appeal.
Although her past tried to control her, she knew she had to move beyond it. If she allowed it to define who she was, she would never get anywhere in life. So, when he passed through, she had given herself to him. The sex had been in the back of his rusted-out pickup truck on the very land they stood on. Oh, it hadn’t been this exact spot, because she would never dream of bringing anyone but Rys and William to their secret place, but the lake had been their backdrop and the full moon their nightlight.
The night had been sticky and sweaty, just like the sex. He had taken her virginity without much consideration, and the whole thing and been over with almost before it had even started. She had to give him credit though. He had taken her once more but didn’t care whether she got off or not. She had spent that half hour looking at the sky and picturing two boys that she wished were there with her instead.
Pushing less memorable thoughts away, she focused on the intense desire these two men where igniting in her. Even though her arousal was burning fierce, a tingling at the back of her mind told her this wasn’t right. Right?
“Wait,” she murmured against William’s mouth and pushed against his chest. He moved back right away but kept his hands on her arms. Rys hadn’t gotten the memo, because he was dragging his lips across the spot where her neck and shoulder met. It took everything in her to step out of his embrace.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
She looked over her shoulder at Rys, saw his eyes roaming up and down her body, and shivered. His gaze was like fingers skating over her body.
“Janey?” William’s soft voice had her turning back to him. A look of concern was etched in the hard
, angular planes of his face.
“It’s just….” She glanced down at her attire. God, did you really think this bikini was a good idea? Since she had jumped in the lake and saturated the white material, her nipples were obvious as they stabbed through. The dark, quarter-sized areolas were obscenely evident. She crossed her arms over her breasts, shielding herself, and mortification coursed through her. Strong hands from behind her gripped her arms and pulled them away. Rys’s warm breath blew across her ear a moment before he spoke.
“Don’t hide yourself from us, Jane.” He slid his hand down her arms and linked his fingers with hers. “Your body was made to be worshiped.” He kissed the spot right below her ear. “Lift your head and look at William.” It took her a moment, but when she did, the expression on his face stole her breath. She could feel his desire wrapping around her. “Do you see how much he wants you? Do you feel how much I want you?” He emphasized his statement by grinding his cock into her lower back again. Her eyes fluttered closed as moisture pooled in her bikini bottoms.
“Look at me, Janey.” Although William’s voice was low and soft, she was surprised to hear a bite of command in his words. Opening her eyes, she was startled to see him standing right before her. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes traveled down her body, stopping for long intervals at her breasts and the junction between her thighs. He licked his lips as he stared at her chest, and damn her traitorous body, she felt her nipples tighten further.