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“Gonna stand out here in the cold all night, darlin’, or are you planning on coming inside?”
The last of the summer days have come to an end and the first hints of autumn have made the change of season apparent in our part of Texas. But not enough to merit calling it cold.
There’s an underlying question Ryder’s not asking and before I can stop myself, I simply nod. Hoping to God he doesn’t see how I shiver at his implied question I tuck the edge of my lower lip between my teeth and bite down until I ground myself.
Brogan stretches a hand out. I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but I know if I take it, I’m giving power to the darker desires inside me. The ones my momma says are no good and should never be given a voice.
I’m not sure I believe her, but I guess I’m about to find out.
“Trust me.” Brogan’s words come out in a low rumble and makes refusing his offer damn hard.
From behind me Ryder steps into me and I find myself leaning into him. The man has very little respect for personal space at the moment, and I’m totally okay with that. Miles of refined muscle press against my back and I take a big notice in the feel of his cock nudging against my ass. His very hard cock.
He wraps a strong arm around me and erases the minuscule space of air between us. “Trust us,” he whispers in a husky rumble close to my ear, and that shiver I held back earlier works through me so hard I get goosebumps over my exposed arms. Ryder steps around me. He takes the cake and holds out his other hand for me to take, a knowing look in his hooded eyes. His confidence is a solid ripple of energy around him.
Looking between them, I slide my palms over theirs and our fingers interlace.
“Where’s Atlas?”
“Atlas is out. Won’t be long.”
My pulse hammers so hard I have to strain to hear them as they lead me inside the boathouse. Warm air greets us, and I welcome it over my cooled skin. Wisps of their mixed colognes hang in the air of the medium-sized cabin. Couches line both sides and straight down the middle is a small hallway that leads to three rooms. Simple, clean, and masculine.
“It’s been a while since I’ve visited. Glad to see nothing has changed.”
“Why change perfection?”
Ryder winks at me, places the cake on the counter and heads to the back but I don’t get to see which room he disappears into because Brogan turns me into him. Callused, curious hands settle on the small amount of skin exposed between my midriff and the top edge of my skirt. I opted for something sexy to catch their attention and from the hungry look on Brogan’s face I’d say mission accomplished in spades.
My pulse quickens. I know better than to do this, but I can’t help myself where these men are concerned.
I rise to the tips of my toes and brush my lips across his. Firm, smooth, and warm. Fingers tighten into my skin, and I don’t dare close my eyes as shock melts into pure desire. Like he battled against some inner demons and for once came out the victor.
His mouth slides down my jaw and teases over my exposed collar bone and the thin straps of my halter top.
“God, have pity on me,” he mouths tenderly over my skin, making my toes curl into the plush carpet. His voice is thick and full of lust.
Hot liquid spills to wet between my thighs and my pussy clenches with need to have them there. Filling me up, fulfilling all the desires I’ve had for them over the years.
There’s no “you okay with this” or “are you sure”. He’s not backing down or asking questions. Strong fingers bury into my loose hair, and he pins me in place with another hand on my hip. Brogan crashes his lips into mine and he strokes his tongue over my parted lips once before he dives in for a better taste. No small little teases with gentle probing. Just outright taking.
Swoon.
I follow his lead into taking the kiss slower, deeper. There’s not a part of my mouth he’s not stroking and tasting.
Heat encases me from behind and I lean my weight into Ryder’s steady touch. He is hard and hot in every possible good way as he holds me steady while his friend breaks our kiss to find the zipper to my skirt. He slowly lowers the metal teeth down its track and his hands skim over my smooth, bare legs. I step out of the mid-thigh material, my knees trembling as he lifts one foot then the other.
What the holy hell are you doing? My internal oh-shit-meter is bouncing off the charts. I honestly don’t know if I should even be here, but too little too late. I can’t stop now that I’ve had their lips and caresses.
Brogan’s lips return to devour mine and he only pulls away long enough to work on freeing me from my top next. It quickly joins my crumpled skirt on the floor and he’s back at consuming my every last breath.
“I dreamed about your mouth on mine. Dreamed, Kandy. Do you get how badly I want you?” He pauses and for a second, I don’t really know what to say.
“About as long as I’ve wanted you?” I say hopefully.
He chuckles low. A deep sound that has me creaming my non-existent panties.
“Come here.”
I fall into his open arms and my body is on fire. Literally, I am burning from the inside out for this man and his friend. I grab at the hem of Brogan’s shirt and tug, breaking contact only long enough to get the offending material off his body so I can press skin to skin. I can feel my pulse race and I use my untethered desire to turn and rid Ryder’s body of his T-shirt.
“Oh!” I cry out the second his hot body caresses over mine.
Brogan’s lips slide down the curve of my neck.
This is so happening. Right here. Right now. Fuck, yes! Thank you, Universe! It was about time something good happened in my favor.
Powerful hands skim up my bare thighs to settle over my ample hips. Brogan turns me to face him, and his lips are a fraction above the sticky wet slit of my pussy. He places feather-light kisses there like he’s worshiping my body. “Fuck, baby. No panties or bra? What the hell are you doing to us?”
Ryder’s hands join Brogan’s and together they lavish every inch of my body with tender caresses. Their touch feels possessive and nothing I ever imagined comes close to the sensation of their hands memorizing every part of me.
Ryder strokes only the tips of his hand over my ribs forcing me to shudder lightly, and then he takes his large hands and gathers the heavy weight of my bare breasts. Fingers find the hard tips of my nipples and he sets to work pinching and tugging on them in such a way I briefly forget to breathe.
Brogan turns me in Ryder’s arms and takes both of my ass cheeks in his large hands. He grips two good handfuls and gives the plump flesh a sexy squeeze.
I moan and let my head drop to Ryder’s chest. I do a little exploring of my own and I groan at the feel of rippling muscles beneath my palms. A faint thump to my right brings my gaze to the couch and the hefty pack of condoms tossed there.
I gasp softly. There have to be ten or so in a box. How exactly did they see their last night home going?
Ryder hooks a finger beneath my chin and pulls my face up to his. A sleeping part of me that waited for this moment stirs and stretches. Everything inside me seems awake, alive, and so damn ready for this.
“Sweet little virgin Kandy,” Ryder rumbles. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, do you?”
