Kane, Samantha - Brothers in arms 7 (15 page)

mundane as talking. She was so delicious and so responsive to him. Even before the war, no woman had been like this with him.

“I’ve got to have this.” Now that Gideon thought about it, Charles sounded rather desperate.

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“What?” Gideon forced himself to pay attention.

Sarah’s breath was coming in short, sharp bursts now, a little hiccupping cry at the end of each one. Gideon buried his face between her breasts as he slid his hands up her back. He rubbed his entire face against her, the mounds of her breasts pressed to his cheeks as he kissed her feverish skin. Sarah cried out and clutched him as Charles rubbed his bottom against his leg, and Gideon had a profound moment of absolute rightness.

Then Charles was prying his hands off Sarah. “Please,” Charles growled. “I must have it.” Charles carefully climbed off Gideon and then rolled Sarah over onto her back next to him. Charles wasted no time scooting down the bed, spreading her legs and burying his face in her sex. Sarah cried out in a strangled voice and then grabbed Charles’ head and wrapped her legs around his shoulders.

“Oh, that,” Gideon drawled. They were on his right. He lay down on his side, his weight supported on his forearm to watch them. He was too unbalanced and had to rest the ragged edge of his mangled leg on the bed next to Sarah’s hip, careful not to touch her with it. Then he realized she wouldn’t notice if he did. She was completely taken by the pleasure of Charles’ mouth. Her back was arched off the bed, both hands grasping fistfuls of Charles’ curly hair, her heels planted on his back. She rode his face with abandon as Charles hummed his appreciation, his hands on her bottom holding her to him, and Gideon had to look away or he was going to spend right then and there.

He focused on her breasts and stomach. The colors of her skin in the candlelight were mesmerizing. She shimmered gold and pink and the shadows painted across her body flickered with the flame. Gideon reached out and traced the shadows, and then he felt the pulse in her neck where he could see it pounding. He followed it down to her heart and pressed his palm there.

“Gideon,” she whispered. She arched deliberately, pressing her breast to his hand.

His left hand. Of course. She wanted to feel the roughness of that palm on her breast again. Gideon cupped and then squeezed the pale mound, rubbing his thumb over the peak, and Sarah moaned. It was still unbelievable to him, how much she loved to be touched by that hand.

He let go and she said “No” in a husky voice and tried to grab his hand. Gideon laughed and held it out of reach. She gasped and Gideon looked down to see Charles nipping her inner thigh.

“Behave,” Charles said, then kissed the spot he’d bitten. She nodded and Charles rewarded her by returning his attention to her sex with another hum that made Gideon smile.

Gideon idly ran his finger along her shoulder and down her arm. He came to her hand holding Charles’ head and he traced the bones in the back of that hand, feeling the silky brush of his hair on his fingertip. What would they both do if Gideon traced the whorls in Charles’ ear as his finger was itching to do? He stopped himself. That wasn’t 77

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where this should go. Sarah was here now. If he and Charles were together, it would only be with Sarah now.

He didn’t begrudge Charles this time between Sarah’s thighs. If the truth were known, he loved it. He loved to watch them together. It was unexpected, the intense enjoyment he received from watching Charles with his wife. He’d never felt that way with the whores. He’d watched Charles fuck them but hadn’t really cared one way or the other. He considered it the whore’s reward for putting up with him.

Perhaps it was because they made Gideon part of what they were doing in a way the whores never had. He didn’t doubt for one moment that if he were not there, Sarah would not be with Charles this way. But she enjoyed what Charles did to her, and Gideon wanted to give that to her. And he wanted to give her to Charles as well. She was delectable, everything a man could want in bed.

Gently Gideon cupped his hand over Sarah’s. He wasn’t touching Charles, not really, but he held Sarah’s hand against him, held Charles to her.

“Gideon,” Sarah groaned, and then she pulled her hips off the bed, straining, and cried out. “Yes,” she sobbed quietly. Gideon felt the tension in her hand as she gripped Charles tightly while she came. He leaned down and pressed his cheek to her chest, listened to her thundering heartbeat and watched Charles sucking her lightly, his eyes closed.

When she was shuddering in the aftermath and her legs slid off his shoulders, Charles finally broke away. Gideon could see his face gleaming with her essence in the candlelight. He wanted to lick it off but instead he looked away, hiding his reaction.

“Your turn,” Charles said, his voice rough.

Gideon shook his head. “No, I want to be inside her.” He started to roll onto his back, but Charles stopped him with a hand on his arm. The contact caused awareness to streak between them, and Charles looked shocked for a moment.

“Atop her,” Charles ordered. “She can’t always ride you. Show her something else.”

His words unconsciously mirrored Sarah’s, when she’d pleaded with him in the gazebo. She deserved more, but Gideon couldn’t. He wasn’t physically able. He shook his head again. “You know I can’t.” He waved at his absent leg. “I can’t. You do it.”

Charles stared at him for a moment and then firmly shook his head. “No. I’m not her husband.”

“I—”

Charles interrupted him before he could say it again. “Yes, you can,” Charles insisted. “Come here.” Charles moved out of the way.

Gideon was about to refuse when Sarah’s hand cupped his cheek. “Please, Gideon.

Show me.”

Reluctantly he rolled over on top of Sarah. He held himself up with his hands, trying not to crush her, and came up on one knee.

“Kneel,” Charles ordered him.

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“I am,” Gideon barked in frustration.

“No you’re not. Not with both legs.”

Suddenly Charles was there behind him, wrapping his arm around Gideon’s middle, pulling him up and shoving his left knee behind Gideon’s, forcing him onto the stump, pressing it against Sarah’s lush bottom.

Gideon could feel every inch of Charles pressed against him. The fierceness of his response caused him to overreact and he jerked in Charles’ embrace, fighting to get free.

“Easy,” Charles whispered in his ear. “Let me help, Gideon. It’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To help you fuck Sarah. You can do it.”

Gideon froze. There were so many things careening through his mind. The feel of Charles against him, the sight of Sarah beneath him, the sounds of his breath sawing the air and Charles panting in his ear, Sarah murmuring his name. Then her hand slid along his thigh and he shuddered at the sensation.

“I want to watch, Gideon,” Charles whispered roughly. “Let me watch you and Sarah.”

That was a desire Gideon understood perfectly.

Sarah held her breath for fear of drawing their attention. This was something, oddly enough, that seemed to be between Gideon and Charles, although it obviously involved her as well. Sarah simply enjoyed watching them. She had never seen two men in such an intimate embrace. It was arousing seeing Charles’ arm heavy with muscles wrapped around Gideon’s leaner frame, Charles whispering in Gideon’s ear. Sarah could imagine the things he was telling Gideon. She shivered, but not in trepidation.

Whatever Charles said convinced Gideon. He nodded and Charles pushed him down over Sarah again. “Leave your thigh there, Gideon. Spread her legs with yours.”

Gideon hesitated, actually pulling his injured leg back slightly from her, and Sarah suddenly understood that he was afraid to touch her with it, afraid she would be repulsed. She was not. That leg was a part of Gideon, a warm, rough, naked part of Gideon touching her intimately. She wanted more of it, not less. Sarah followed that leg, scooted down and pressed herself wide on it. Gideon was startled and jerked it back.

Sarah simply followed it again. “I’ll follow it down until I fall off the bed,” she told him with determination. To make her point she rubbed her thigh along the side of his. Over his shoulder she saw Charles smile approvingly.

“Sarah…” Gideon seemed to change his mind and let whatever he was going to say trail off. “All right.” Sarah tried not to gloat. Gideon raised his brow. “Victory is yours,”

he murmured, almost as if he could read her mind.

He moved closer and her legs were forced wider apart, his hips snuggly secure between them.

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“That’s right,” Charles whispered. “Keep your left leg up like that. You’ll have to use it for leverage, Gideon. You’ll have to dig in with your leg, just as if it were your foot.”

“You’ve got it all figured out, have you?” Gideon asked tartly. But he followed Charles’ instruction.

“Of course,” Charles said with that smile in his voice. “I have thought a great deal about how to fuck Sarah.”

That caused a delicious shiver down her back. She liked the idea of that very much.

“Haven’t you?” Charles continued, curiosity in his voice.

“Not like this,” Gideon replied stiffly. “I try not to think about things I cannot do.”

Sarah’s heart broke. Charles stopped what he was doing behind Gideon. Then he just ran his hand down Gideon’s back in a gentle caress and Sarah watched Gideon close his eyes as the muscles in his shoulders and arms quivered. But before she could say anything, Gideon was pressing inside her and she could hardly catch her breath.

When he was deeply inside her, he slowly lowered his chest until it pressed against her breasts. “I will try, Sarah,” he whispered to her, his light eyes gleaming in the weak light.

Sarah reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Oh, Gideon,” she said with a ragged sigh. “Yes.” She tried to kiss him, but he turned away and buried his face in her shoulder, kissing her there. His hands pushed under her until he gripped her shoulders from behind, and then he began to move. He was tentative at first, but it felt so marvelous Sarah couldn’t contain a moan of sheer pleasure.

Charles moved to the bed beside them, and his pose perfectly mirrored Gideon’s earlier. “Can you feel him now, Sarah?” he asked. It took her a second to remember the first time they’d all been together and she blushed. Gideon pressed deeper inside on a hard stroke, and Sarah cried out.

“Gideon,” she pleaded, her mouth seeking his. How she wanted to taste him, to kiss him and share his breath as he shared her body right now. She was desperate for his kiss.

He did not understand what she wanted. He kept turning away, kept his face hidden in her hair as he moved in and out of her. She could hear it, hear the movements of his body in hers as she grew wetter with her arousal, and it embarrassed her.

“Sarah,” Charles whispered, and then he had his hand in her hair and was turning her face to his. His mouth claimed hers, mated with hers, and Sarah moaned against his lips, his tongue. Charles had known what she needed. It was decadent to be kissing Charles with abandon while Gideon…fucked her. She moaned again as she thought the word, feeling a blush stain her cheeks. To even think something like that was so new and exciting.

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“Yes, Sarah, yes,” Gideon whispered harshly in her ear. His back was slick with sweat, the hair on his chest rubbing her sensitive breasts, his voice hot in her ear, and then he bit her earlobe. He moved faster, harder, and Sarah found herself panting, unable to catch her breath as pleasure spiraled low in her belly. It was as if a knot grew tighter and tighter there, and she sought the relief she knew climax would bring her.

Gideon lost the rhythm of his strokes as he readjusted his legs, and when he pushed inside of her again he did something that made Sarah cry out and arch in ecstasy against him. She sank her nails into his back, wanting the almost painful pleasure to stop but at the same time hoping it would never end. Gideon hissed and moved harder inside her.

Charles broke the kiss and moaned, jerking on the bed beside them. His head hung right next to their shoulders, and his hair tickled Sarah’s skin.

“Touch him, Sarah,” Gideon rasped out in a breathless, rough voice. “He needs it.

Wrap your hand around his cock. Do it.”

All three of them froze. Charles raised his head slowly and met Sarah’s eyes, and above her Gideon turned his head to look at Charles. Charles pulled his hips back, and Sarah couldn’t keep from looking down. His member was long and hard, raised high against his stomach, the end shiny with moisture.

Gideon pulled his arm from under her, took her hand in his and guided it to Charles’ cock. The word fit. It looked hard and fierce and proud. Gideon wrapped her hand around it and then left her to stay or go. Charles shuddered at her touch. She stayed. Gideon pressed deep within her as Charles showed her how to move her hand on him. He sucked in a breath as she caught the same rhythm Gideon was using in her.

Soon they were all moving. There were no more words, as if the spiraling tension was choking off all but their breath. The sounds of their mating were earthy and harsh and Sarah tried to catch them, to remember them. She loved the crass sounds, the exquisitely wanton things she was doing. Gideon found that spot inside her again, and Sarah knew she couldn’t last, she was going to come and she wanted them with her.

She wrapped her legs tighter around Gideon, moved her hand faster along the silky smooth rod of Charles’ cock, loving the heat and hardness of it in her hand.

Her thoughts were base, her focus on Gideon’s cock tunneling into her, Charles’

breath against her shoulder, his hips moving his cock in her fist. And then it was there, stealing her breath, her voice, her very thoughts. She let out a low keening cry and thrust her hips up, pressing Gideon so wonderfully deep as she felt her sheath grip him and tremble with pleasure. Charles cried out then and Sarah felt a wash of hot, sticky moisture coat her hand and her side and then Gideon gasped and his release inside her triggered another ripple of pleasure in her core, this one slow and long and deep, and Sarah actually laughed weakly at how wonderful it was.