“Callie, baby, we’re in a dangerous position.”
Callie wasn’t sure if Nate was talking about the stuff with the bikers, or the fact that every nerve in her body was so aware of the two men touching her they were singing a chorus. Her tears were drying up, subsiding into little tremors. Those tremors were rapidly having more to do with the slide of Zane’s hand along her thigh and the way Nate’s breath heated her cheek than her earlier fear.
Zane’s voice was a low, husky growl. “You’re going to have to stay with us for a while, babe. That biker gang won’t go away. They’ll be looking to mess with you because they know that would hurt me.”
“Us,” Nate corrected. He brushed the hair back from her face. His blue eyes were serious as he forced her to look up.
God, she must look a mess. She didn’t cry prettily. She went all out. She got red in the face, and her nose lit up like Rudolph. She tried to pull away. His hand tightened on her hair, firmly but gently keeping her where he wanted. It should have bothered her. It just made her soften against him.
“Callie, these men are dangerous. You have to trust that we’ll do what it takes to protect you,” Nate said.
Zane’s head rubbed restlessly against hers. “We won’t let anything happen to you.” He groaned a little as his hand found the naked skin under the skirt of her dress.
Oh, boy. She was rapidly approaching the point where she wouldn’t be able to make a good decision. The tequila was still running through her system. She was going to slow things down. She understood the need to stay here, but she wasn’t about to sleep with them. Except when she opened her mouth to protest, Nate’s tongue slid in. Push him away. Her arms weren’t listening. One wound around Nate’s neck while the other wandered off to encourage Zane.
Zane slid off the couch. She felt him kneeling at her feet. Nate’s tongue was gliding against hers with a silky grind. Callie felt Zane pull off her shoes. He held her feet in his big hands, surrounding them with his heat. They were both so hot. The heat that came off those large bodies could keep her warm all winter.
Nate’s palms cupped her face, holding her still for his dominating tongue. He was done with gentle caresses, it seemed. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, challenging her to keep up with him. Callie let him lead, her tongue playing against his, a feminine response to his male dominance.
Callie sighed as Zane gently bit at the arch of her foot. She’d never thought of a foot as being erotic, but the sensation was overwhelming. Her legs started to move restlessly. Zane held her, putting a stop to that.
“No, Callie. You relax. You’re not in charge of this. We are.” Zane’s deep voice had a direct line to her pussy. It pulsed with need. She stilled, and Zane kissed his way up her leg, licking and biting and awakening every inch of her skin.
Nate’s hands pushed down the straps of her dress. He kissed her hard on the lips one last time before twisting her body around. His hands on her waist, he spun her forward so her back was to his chest and used his knees to spread her legs wide. She could feel the hard line of his rigid cock against the seam of her ass. She wiggled against it.
“No teasing,” Nate barked as he pulled down the bodice of her dress, baring her breasts. “Damn it, Callie, where’s your bra?” His hands cupped her, his fingers immediately playing with her hard nipples.
“I don’t like them. I wear them at work but nowhere else.” She hated them actually. She knew her breasts were too big to go without, but they were still somewhat perky, and she saw no need to give in just yet.
She looked down, and Zane was grinning up at her, the look on his face so sweetly lascivious she thought she might faint. Whatever he was planning in that brain of his was going to feel good. She was sure of that. He tossed her skirt up, and his head disappeared.
“Damn. No panties, either.”
Nate pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Callie felt her breasts swell under his plucking fingers. Her head rolled back. She gave up the fight. She hadn’t really given it much of a go. She wanted them, even if they broke her heart.
“I’m fine with the panties,” Nate replied. His breath was warm on her neck. “But I don’t want anyone watching these breasts. They’re soft and round, and every man with eyes will want to watch them bounce.”
Zane came out from under her skirt. “Let ‘em. I don’t mind them looking, but I’ll kick the ass of anyone who tries to touch.” He shoved her skirt up, exposing her to the air. “This, on the other hand, is a different matter. God, I missed this.”
He knelt back down and shoved his nose right into her pussy. The sensation was so startlingly intimate, Callie nearly jumped up. Nate’s hands tightened, keeping her close.
“Calm down, darlin’. Let Zane taste you. He’s been wanting to taste you again for years.”
“She smells so good.”
“Is she wet?”
The men were talking around her like she was a sweet little plaything, existing only for their pleasure. Callie sighed and gave herself over to the fantasy. It was so nice to let go. Every day of her life, it seemed, was about being in control and taking care of someone else. This was heaven. She needed it so badly.
Zane’s fingers slid through the flesh of her pussy. Callie felt a fresh coat of arousal covering her.
“She’s past wet, bro. She is soaking.” He pushed a big finger deep into her cunt, grunting as he rotated it. Callie quivered. “She’s also tight as a drum. That’s what happens when you wait, babe. You get tight as a virgin all over again.”
Nate’s tongue traced the shell of her ear. “What do you mean wait?” He gasped a little. Callie could feel his breath on her ear. He whispered. “You haven’t had anyone but us, have you, baby?”
She wanted to lie and tell them she’d had a hundred men since them. It would make her feel far less vulnerable than the truth. But, they would see through her. Besides, there hadn’t been anyone. “No one but you.”
She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted them. What she had felt for the Harper twins was a girlish crush, an attempt to hold on to what she knew. Nate and Zane were different. Her heart had been engaged the moment she laid eyes on them, and she doubted it would ever change.
“Now, Zane, since this little woman of ours has been kind enough to wait until our dumb asses came back to her, maybe we should reward her.”
Zane’s finger came out. He brought it straight to his mouth and sucked the cream off it. “I was thinking the same thing. A woman like Callie needs a reward.” He winked at her, his hair falling over his eyes as he knelt back down and out of view.
Callie gasped when his tongue slid through her juices. Liquid pleasure coursed through her. She sagged against Nate. The hard muscles of his chest became the only thing that seemed concrete. Zane’s soft, strong tongue lapping at her felt too heavenly to be real.
“That’s right, darlin’. Give over. Just relax, and let us have you.” Nate’s hips moved against her ass in a little grind. “We’re going to take such good care of you.” His Texas accent was amped up. Every word dripped honey.
She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe that this time they would stay. It didn’t matter. She would at least have this night. Zane ate her pussy, seeming to savor every inch. He sucked the flesh into his mouth and then fucked his tongue deeply into her channel. Over and over, he sucked and then speared her with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. It felt so good, but it wasn’t even close to being enough.
“Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. She never had been. She wanted to wrap her fingers in Zane’s thick hair and force him to fuck her hard with his tongue, but Nate’s arms bound her.