Eye of the Storm, page 2
His laughter was soft, and filled with wicked amusement. “You don’t like me much.”
“I don’t know you,” I gritted out.
“Liar.” He bit the lobe of my ear. “You know I want you. Did from the very start”
“Wanting isn’t enough for me.”
He let out a slow breath. “You need love.”
“I need respect, too.” That was what was missing. Damn, damn, damn.
His fingers tucked my bedraggled hair behind my ears. “You think this is disrespect?” he said softly.
I drew a ragged breath, wishing I could slide up his cock and gracefully leave the bed. I felt embarrassed, completely exposed—not by what he’d done to me, but what I’d allowed. Even invited. “You’re just horny,” I bit out. “Any woman would have done just as well.”
“But none of them would have wanted to flay me with their gaze while I made them come.”
“You didn’t get that pleasure yet.” I bit my tongue as I realized what I’d said.
“You’re right. I haven’t had the pleasure of watching your face while you come, but there’s no time like the present.” Quicker than I could gasp, he’d pulled out of me and turned me in his arms. The comforter felt cool beneath my back as he lowered me to the bed and climbed over me.
I swallowed, trying for a bravado my trembling body belied. “You’re too soft to fuck me the way I like.”
A dark eyebrow rose. “Your first concern wasn’t about Marcus interrupting us?”
My mouth opened around a dismayed gasp.
“You see? You don’t know me, but I know you.” His gaze hardened, and he thrust a knee hard between my thighs, then brought the other inside, shoving to widen his stance and open me completely. Then he stretched his legs alongside mine, hooking my feet with his ankles, anchoring me to the bed.
His “soft” cock probed my opening.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, my voice rising. “Marcus will be angry.”
“Marcus is giving us time to get to know each other.”
The sound of running water only punctuated his remark.
A flex of his buttocks, and he slid inside me, slowly, burrowing only so deep before stopping. His eyes closed. “I love the way you feel, so hot, so wet around me.”
He pumped slowly inside me, the weight of his body holding me down. Liquid gushed around his cock, welcoming him despite my best effort to resist.
His lips curved, his expression softened, his pale blue eyes locking with my worried gaze. “He’ll be pleased. I promise. Trust me.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Because Marcus does.”
He flexed again, his belly rubbing against mine, his cock sliding deeper.
Unable to resist the delicious shafting he delivered, my inner muscles squeezed around him, and my body undulated beneath him. I closed my mind and let my body flow with his, writhing now beneath him.
Finally, he slipped his legs between mine and urged my knees up to brace around his hips as he plunged harder inside me.
His cock thickened, filling me, crowding inside my pussy as he ebbed and flowed within me, thrusting at a steady pace, stoking my desire hotter.
My breaths shortened. Dew gathered on my belly, beneath my breasts. Luscious, slippery liquid lubricated his cock, an invitation I couldn’t control.
The bed dipped beside us, and I whipped my gaze to Marcus.
“You two roll over,” he murmured.
Cade seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and rolled to his back, taking me over him.
My knees slid to the mattress on either side of his hips, his cock pushed deeper inside my channel. Cade’s hands clamped on my butt cheeks and forced me forward and back, grinding my clit against the base of his big cock.
Shaken, more excited than I’d ever been, I trembled as Marcus pushed me lower and came over us both, his chest and belly flush with my back.
His hands parted my buttocks. Something small and cold was inserted into my tender asshole then a gush of gel filled me, lubricating me.
I pushed against Cade’s chest. “No, Marcus!” I protested, knowing what he wanted to do. “You’re too damn big.”
“Relax, baby. Let us both inside. We’re here with you. We won’t hurt you.”
Cade stayed silent as I stared into his face.
As the moment stretched, I began to quiver, so great was my distress…and my arousal.
Cade’s hands came between us and he cupped my breasts, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I love these tits,” he whispered fiercely.
Marcus snorted behind him. “Don’t you know anything about sweet-talkin’ a woman?”
“I’m not you,” he said, his gaze locking with mine.
He wasn’t Marcus. Wasn’t the one who’d put together the pieces of my shattered heart and pride. No, Cade had been the one to stand aside while Marcus healed me.
A sudden shyness made my gaze slide from his. I thrust my chest against his hands, inviting his touch to deepen.
“Sweetheart,” he sighed.
With his cock embedded deep inside me, I planted my hands on his shoulders and finally lifted my gaze, letting him see my expression—devoid of defiance. Open, trusting, accepting.
Both men had read my heartache, seen my loneliness and vulnerability. They understood my darkest desires—ones I hadn’t let myself express out loud.
Cade’s large palms cupped my cheeks. “Kiss me, Janie. I swear we’ll make you love this.”
The softness in his ever-present stare was my undoing. I leaned close and pressed my lips to his, opening to the insistent tongue that crowded past my lips and stroked deep inside.
The blunt, rounded head of Marcus’s cock prodded my forbidden entrance, pressing inexorably inward until the tight ring relented, and he surged inside.
I mewled against Cade’s soft, suctioning lips, and he murmured back, his fingers threading through my hair to anchor me against his lips.
“Take us both, sweetheart,” Marcus said, his arms sliding around my belly.
I could never deny Marcus anything. I was learning I couldn’t resist Cade’s entreaty, as well, as he withdrew from my mouth. “Move, baby.”
I dragged my hips forward and back, fucking Cade’s cock, sliding off then deepening Marcus’s penetration. Sandwiched between them, I took them both, my body quivering with dark delight.
Moving slowly at first, then deepening my strokes as the heat and tension built inside me, I was surrounded by their large masculine bodies, filled to bursting with two massive cocks.
Their hands caressed my breasts, my hips. Marcus’s fingers slid down my belly, between my smooth folds and rubbed my clitoris in drugging circles.
We moved together, driving toward a shattering cataclysm. When it struck, I hung between them, trembling, shouting, sobbing, as my body exploded.
When I came back to awareness, I lay between them, their spent cocks snuggled close to my belly and back, their softening breaths drifting over my cooling skin.
“Think you’ll grow to love it here?” Cade whispered into my ear, his large hand cupping a breast.
I opened my eyes to find Marcus smiling softly into my flushed face. His hand cupped my cheek as his thumb caressed my swollen bottom lip. “You’re stayin’, right? We didn’t scare you off?”
I closed my eyes. “You must think I’m a total slut.”
Both men went still.
“Is that how we make you feel?” Marcus asked. “Do you feel used?”
I shrugged, my emotions so near the surface I was blinking at tears. “I shouldn’t want this.”
“Want what? Both of us?”
I nodded, biting my trembling lower lip.
Marcus’s hand cupped the back of my head, and he leaned close to press his forehead to mine. “Don’ cry.”
Cade’s lips pressed a sliding kiss along my shoulder, and I shuddered. Already my arousal was heating my skin, making my breaths shorten.
“If it helps,” Cade said softly, “We both wanted you the first time you walked down the dock toward our boat. But you seemed to prefer Marcus.”
“He’s easy to be with,” I whispered.
“And I’m not.”
“No. You’re harder to know. The way you acted, the way you stared at me—I was under the impression you thought I was just another woman looking for a vacation fuck.”
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“What silver-tongue here is trying to tell you,” Marcus said, “is we both wanted you. But you weren’t ready for us both. Not then.”
“I stepped aside,” Cade said, “because you seemed to need what Marcus gave you.”
“Was this all some kind of game?” I asked, not wanting to believe they could have played me, but not wanting to be fooled again. I had to know.
“This was no damn game,” Cade said, his arms coming around me to pull me back against his body. “We both want you. We want you in our lives.”
“Janie.” Marcus cupped my cheeks and forced my gaze to his. “You have to take both of us. We been friends, brothers, too long. You choose one of us, the other will be hurting.”
The thought that I might have that kind of power over these two strong, attractive men was heady. “I don’t want to hurt either one of you.”
“It’s just hard for you to trust,” Cade said, his mouth next to my ear. “It’s gonna take time.”
I nodded, but something told me I was ready. Finally. “So where do we go from here?”
Marcus’s eyebrows waggled. “There’s a nasty storm outside.”
“We’ll have to hole up here for awhile,” Cade said, giving one of my breasts a squeeze.
Marcus snorted again. “Dis boy has a year’s worth of fantasies stored up. He couldn’t stop talking about you and what might please you.”
“I have a few of my own. Fantasies, that is,” I admitted. My voice was small but I no longer felt hesitant.
Cade’s hand glided down my belly and sank between my legs. His fingers parted me, stroking between my slippery folds. “Did you dream of two men loving you with their mouths?”
A soft laugh burst unexpectedly from me. “Maybe.” Damn right, I had.
“Have to admit, this soft little pussy of yours is calling to me. I think I’m going to have to lick you all the way up.”
Marcus grinned. “You’re gonna have to get used to his mouth. Says exactly what he thinks—doesn’t know how to sugarcoat it.”
“You’re saying he’s crude?”
“Hey, I’m right here,” Cade growled.
I giggled, surprised at how quickly they’d put me at ease. Two very different men—and both of them ready to dedicate themselves to my pleasure. I couldn’t help shivering at the thought of how delicious our journey together would be.
The gusting wind rattled the windows and I settled between them, my bottom pressing against Cade’s lengthening erection, my hands closing around Marcus’s.
The thought never occurred to me that I couldn’t satisfy them both.
Marcus kissed my mouth and leaned back to study my face. “I think you’ve finally found your home, girl.”
I sighed, knowing I’d never force the words past my tightening throat. I’d weathered the eye of a sensual storm and found love.
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Eye of the Storm
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