How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (46 page)

Her eyes grew shiny in the candlelight. “What a lovely thought. Okay then. And you, Samson?”

Samson’s eyes twinkled as he chewed slowly, obviously savoring her cooking, and then leaned back in his chair as he sipped from his beer, delighting in drawing out her anticipation. “I’ve given the department my notice.”

“But I thought you enjoyed your work,” she whispered, averting her eyes as hope dawned, as if she was afraid to hope for too much.

“I want to work closer to home.”

Confusion knit her brows as she lifted her gaze to him, to them. “But your home is in Morehead.”

He shook his head. “My home is here, in Divine, Cassandra. Our home,” he said, gesturing between him and his brother. “Our home is in Divine. Sitting right here at this table with us.”

Her hands shook as she lifted them to swipe at her sudden tears. “I don’t understand.”

Samson glanced at Ivan and nodded. It was time. “You are our home, Cassie, if you’ll have us,” he said as he placed the white velvet box before her on the table cloth and opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring nestled between two bands, each sparkling with channel-set diamonds.

Her jaw dropped, and her hands were shaking so badly she fumbled the box as she tried to pick it up, and Ivan caught it. Her laughter mixed with a sob broke the tension, and they both rose from the table and kneeled beside her chair.

Samson wrapped a hand around her nape and stroked her cheekbone as he took one of her shaky hands in his. “Marry me. Make a home with us.”

“Yes.” Her voice was shaky as she nodded.

“And me, baby. Marry me, and make us the happiest we have ever been in our lives,” Ivan murmured, his own hands shaking as he lifted her other hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“Absolutely, yes. I would love to.”

The dishes were forgotten in the sink as they rose and Samson lifted her from her seat, startling a squeak out of her.

“You’ll throw out your back, Samson.”

“Nonsense.”

“I’m much too heavy for you to be carrying around.”

Cocking a brow at her, he said, “Are you implying I’m weak? Or insulting this beautiful body of yours?”

“Nope, not me,” she said with a trace of a giggle in her voice as he carried her into the bedroom.

“That’s better. Pull back the covers, will you, Ivan?”

He did one better and yanked off the comforter and threw it on the chair in the corner and pulled back the top sheet, and Samson lowered her to the mattress.

Samson switched on the bedside lamps and looked at Cassie, as if waiting for her to speak. She looked about to, but then she closed her lips and unbuttoned her top.

Ivan growled with pleasure because he wanted all the lights on. He wanted to see all of her, but it pleased him even more that she trusted them with her body, every part of it, especially this night.

With each article of clothing removed, her confidence grew until she kneeled on the bed naked, running the backs of her fingers over one of her nipples. The wanton sight made his cock jerk with anticipation.

She bit her lip and made a small sound in her throat as Samson pulled the gray sweater over his head and dropped it then pulled his boots off. “Like what you see,
chiquita
?”

“Mmmm, yes, very much. Take it all off,” she said as she rubbed her thighs together, as if searching for friction. She scooted into the center of the bed and knelt there. “Ivan, strip for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling the tails of his burgundy button-down shirt from his jeans, nearly tripping himself as he tried to toe off his sneakers at the same time. He wound up sitting down before he fell down, and she came up behind him, giggling as she reached in front of him and finished unbuttoning his shirt while he untied the laces and yanked his shoes and socks off his feet.

She stripped the shirt off his shoulder, and he groaned as she pressed her abundant and plush breasts against his back and looked over his shoulder. “Are you hard for me, Ivan?” Her tone was suggestive, with a hint of a giggle, and then she nibbled at his ear lobe.

He rubbed his back against her breasts and would’ve been content to let her tease him for a bit longer, but she made a cute little squeak when Samson climbed on the bed behind her and gave her bottom a light pop.

“You’re very tempting in that position,
chiquita
, with your sweet ass up in the air and your pussy on display, but it’s us who will be teasing you tonight.”

Ivan’s cock jerked at the thought. Cassie smooched his neck and then moaned when Samson came close behind her, playfully nipping her shoulder before tugging her to the center of the bed. As nice as it was having her pressed against his back, having access to all of her was even better.

Samson kissed her as he lifted her shoulders and pulled a pillow beneath them while Ivan kissed his way from her inner ankle to her inner thigh, lifting her thigh so he could stroke up and down with ticklish fingertips that had her writhing and giggling as Samson continued kissing her until she was breathless. Each time his fingertips slid higher up her inner thigh, her hips flexed as if she wanted his fingers directly on her pussy. But they planned to lavish her with attention and anticipation first.

He looked up when she moaned again and whispered, “Oh, you do that
sooo
well, Samson.” His brother was licking and sucking at her nipples, and goose bumps rippled over her soft skin. Samson didn’t just suck at her nipples. He devoured her.

As Ivan watched, Samson dragged his fingertips over her abdomen, making her shudder as he continued licking. Her breathing grew ragged, and her pussy glistened as he pushed her right to the breaking point and then released her nipple, and she whined unintelligibly at the denial. Because he was watching, he saw the sadistic gleam in Samson’s eyes as he started in on her other nipple and repeated the process.

With each trip she took up the slopes of arousal, her moans made him harder as she grew wetter and wetter. Samson glanced over at him and grinned before dragging his teeth across her nipple, causing her to yelp in surprise before giggling.

Samson directed his gaze to her inner thigh and gave him a prompting nod to enjoy giving her the same teasing attention. He would’ve thought he’d leave the sadistic fun to Samson, but he took his opportunity, nipping at her inner thigh, midway up from her knee.

Her cheeks and her chest flushed a rosy hue as they tormented her until even the nipping, nibbling, and biting drew the same glorious moans from her as their kisses and licking did. Slick arousal glistened on her labia and her scent grew ever sweeter until his mouth watered for one lick, his cock leaking with the almost desperate need for release. He kept his cock away from the bed because one stroke against her cotton sheets would be all it would take and there went his night. She was worth the agony, though. Samson was in the same shape, hard to the point of bursting.

When she opened her eyes and reached for either of their cocks, Samson caught her hands and lifted them above her head. “They stay up there,
chiquita
.” He punctuated the edict with a hard nip at the side of her breast, drawing a sound from her that was nearly animalistic in its passion before he slid his palm over her abdomen to just above her mound.

She went silent, breathlessly begging him. “Oh please, please.”

“Not quite yet,
chiquita
.”

“No? Oh no…”

Delight showed in Samson’s eyes as he switched from one nipple to the other until her breasts were swollen and the tips as dark red as the sweet swollen flesh between her thighs.

Ivan switched to the other ankle, lightly biting at her instep as understanding of how torment could be a pleasure and how addictive having control over both could be to Samson. Ivan listened to her breathing as he slowly drew the callused tips of his fingers up her inner thigh, closer and closer to her delicious cunt, disciplining himself to not slide his fingers all the way up.

Her panting communicated she was on the edge, and as he teased the dip between her thigh and her outer labia, her moaning grew into begging as he inched closer.

“Please, please, please! Oh, please!”

He bit his tongue to keep from chuckling, afraid he might piss her off and get her knee on his nose, but Samson didn’t hold back.

“Did he disappoint you,
chiquita
? You want him to touch your pussy?”

Ivan stroked over that silky flesh, moving fractionally closer, feeling the heat radiating from her flushed body.

“Oh, yes! Please, yes! I want to come!”

As he slid his fingers back down her thigh and she wailed at the denial, Samson nodded in approval.

I have gone over to the dark side. And I like it.

“Poor, poor
chiquita
,” Samson murmured against her throat, and she gasped as he cupped her breast in his big hand and teased the rosy red tip. “You need us to stroke your pussy in order for you to come?”

She stilled and blinked up at him. “Please? It hurts,” she pleaded, and then pooched her lip out in a pout.

“You’re more responsive than you think. Want me to show you?”

She frowned and then shook her head. “
Nooooooo
! I want someone to lick my pussy and
help me
!”

Samson practically purred as he shook his head, and she balled up her fists and tried to get them loose, maybe so she could punch him, maybe so she could touch herself. Samson just chuckled and held them securely as he went back to tormenting her breast and rhythmically stroking her abdomen. Ivan worked his way up her thigh with his mouth and watched as Samson’s laving of her breasts and his strokes on her abdomen joined in rhythm. Her body writhed within the hypnotic tempo, and Ivan joined them, sucking, kissing, and licking as he kept time with the up and down ebb and flow of her flexing hips.

Her panting increased as he held her thigh with one knee bent over his shoulder. He moved closer and then cupped her other breast. He was so close to her swollen cunt her sweet, erotic scent filled his nostrils. She was on the edge of bursting as her movements grew tighter, waiting for that one touch that would send her over the edge.

Looking very satisfied with his sadistic self, Samson caught Ivan’s eye and glanced at her pussy, and then mouthed one word.
Blow
.

He tweaked her nipple as he blew a stream of warm air directly over her engorged clitoris, and she drew in a deep gasp. He almost came as he watched her cunt draw up in the first convulsion, and she screamed as her orgasm struck. He blew again, close enough that he could practically taste the sweet cream droplets spilling from her lips with each tiny, rhythmic contraction. She cried out again, just as loudly, as a second orgasm barreled through her.

He glanced up, and the satisfaction on Samson’s face as he watched mirrored how he felt inside. He hadn’t considered how powerful the rush was, to accomplish what she’d thought couldn’t happen.

“Oh God.” She moaned as her movements slowed, and then suddenly she gasped and her body twitched violently. She took a deep breath, and her whole body twitched again as Samson kissed her nipple. “I can’t stop—ah!” She giggled. “I can’t stop!”

Samson rumbled, a big smile on his face as he slid his hand from her cleavage down to her mound, making her twitch over and over again. “You came hard. Your nervous system is rebooting.”

Ivan chuckled as his light touch up and down her thigh had the same affect. The first few times had surprised her, but now she made soft purring sounds that made his cock twitch to plant itself between those sweet thighs. She was heaven on earth to him.

The Neanderthal in him wanted to plunder, but he moved up to her side, wanting to see for himself that she was okay. They’d tormented her for quite a while. Her beautiful face had a dazed, satisfied glow, and he chuckled when her eyes crossed a little as she tracked from Samson to him.

“Are you gonna lemme make woo deel dood now?” she asked, twisting up her tongue on the last few words and smiling. “Make you
feel good
now?”

Samson kissed her and said, “I wouldn’t take advantage of an incapacitated woman.”

“Oh, take advantage. Feel free,” she said, moaning softly as he released her hands and lowered her arms. “I’m perfectly willing.”

“You look ready to pass out,” Ivan admitted, willing to wait, despite what his cock wanted.

She mewled softly and tilted her face up for his kiss, murmuring, “Just gimme a minute, and I’ma torment the two of you,
tooo
.” When he drew away, she was sound asleep. It was a good thing Samson had warned him the endorphin overload would probably put her under for a while.

Samson chuckled. “You should see your face. Don’t worry. When she comes to, she’ll pay us back. The night’s not over. She should rest while she can.” Then he bent close and gave her a tender kiss on her cheek. She twitched one more time and smiled in her sleep.

Ivan got up on wobbly legs, his knee twinging a little from being bent for so long, and pulled the sheet over her. He grabbed the comforter and covered her so her perspiration-soaked skin wouldn’t get chilled.