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“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” Thayer sounded as breathless as she felt. She couldn’t find the words, so instead she just nodded. They had to know and understand her answer would always be yes.
She let her hands slide down his chest, feeling the damp skin stretched over hard muscle. His small, male nipples moved under her palm.
She let her head fall forward onto his chest and couldn’t contain herself from slipping her tongue out and running along his taut flesh.
His pec flexed beneath her wandering mouth, and she felt his cock jerk between them. Deacon’s hands moved slowly up her ass, over her back, and finally pushed her hair away so he could latch his mouth onto the side of her throat.
Thayer lifted her head up with his finger under her chin and kissed her passionately. Having one brother at her lips and the other at her neck caused dual sensations to move through her.
Tearing her mouth away, she licked her lips and stared into his eyes.
She reached behind her and gripped Deacon’s side, pulling him closer to her until he grunted as his erection pressed even harder into her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Chapter
Twenty
Jessa didn’t wait for their response, just slipped out from between them and headed into her room, but before she could slip inside Deacon had her turned around and pressed against his chest.
He kissed her hard and long, and when he stepped away to take his place beside Thayer, she felt a sensory overload looking at both of them. She had never thought men could be beautiful, but they were, in every conceivable way.
They took a step forward in unison, and she took one back. This dance of movement continued until she found herself in the bedroom and felt the edge of the bed meet her legs.
Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Deacon had taken off his coat and boots, but it was still too many clothes. She had never been so wanton before, and she felt like she could faint from her nerves.
Gripping the edge of her shirt, she peeled it over her head. She didn’t wait for them to tell her what they wanted, because she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was both of them.
Her pants were the next article of clothing to go, and soon she was in nothing but her plain bra and panties. She had never felt as exposed as she felt at that moment.
She watched them rake their eyes up and down her body. It seemed silly, really, since she had slept with both of them, but the way they looked at her, as if they couldn’t get enough of the way she looked, as if they were barely restraining themselves from pouncing on her.
These two virile men desired her, and that knowledge had her intoxicated.
“Take your clothes off.” She looked between the two of them and watched a slow smile creep over Thayer’s face.
Deacon’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement, and she wondered if it was because she sounded ridiculous taking the dominant role? Whatever they thought, they managed to keep it to themselves as they undressed.
The sight of their hard, chiseled bodies coming into view had her mouth drying. They were like nothing she had ever seen before.
Is it even physically possible for a man to look like that?
“I think our little mate likes what she sees, Thayer.” Jessa found her brows knitting at the sound of Deacon’s strange way he phrased that. Mate?
Thayer snapped his head toward Deacon, and she saw some kind of silent communication pass between the two of them. Pushing it aside, she went back to admiring them.
Their attention was back on her, and she found herself feeling her excitement mount as Thayer stepped forward. His nude body brushed along her, and his hot erection pressed between them.
Both of them were so big that she felt small, frail even, compared to them. He lifted his hands and framed her face. The way he searched her face, as if memorizing her, touched something deep down inside of her.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his lips across her forehead, then her eyelids, and finally on the tip of her nose.
“You are so beautiful.” His warm, minty breath bathed her face, and she sank into him.
Hands coasted over her shoulders, and she knew they were Deacon’s because Thayer still held her face. While Deacon explored her body Thayer brushed his lips back and forth on hers.
They didn’t use tongue, and there was no hurry. It was a lazy caress of mouths that held more passion than any open-mouthed kiss she had ever had.
