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

“Wrap your arms back around my neck,” he whispered. Sarah complied. The movement thrust her chest out, and Gideon cupped her other breast then and treated her nipples to another caress. Charles leaned down as soon as Gideon’s thumb rubbed over and off, and he licked her right nipple slowly with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh,” Sarah said hoarsely. Just that one word. But there was shock and surprise and pleasure in it. Gideon squeezed the mounds of her breasts gently and Charles licked her nipple again, this time swirling his tongue around it before sliding over it.

Sarah’s breathing was ragged. Her hands clutched Gideon’s back and her head fell onto his shoulder again.

“Do you like this?” Gideon whispered in her ear.

Sarah nodded and licked her lips. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Gideon couldn’t get enough of her skin. It was so smooth, like the finest silk—

perfect. It was a shock, really. She had been so practical, so no-nonsense in their encounters thus far. He hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected her to be this yielding woman melting in his arms, this lush feminine softness under his hands. He caressed every inch of her he could as Charles worshipped her breasts. He had always loved a woman’s breasts, Charles had. And Sarah’s were full. They had been heavy in his hands when he’d held them.

Gideon’s hands were continually in motion, rubbing her stomach, her sides, her arms, then gliding to her hips and even around to cup the plump cheeks of her bottom.

After only a few minutes of their caresses, Sarah was relaxed and pliant in Gideon’s arms, her body straining for their touch. Experimentally Gideon ran his hands down to Sarah’s thighs and dragged his fingers gently along the crease between them. Sarah jumped a little but Gideon maintained the soft caress, up and down that hot crevice, wishing, hoping that she would open them and let him in.

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Finally Gideon could wait no more. He pressed on her thighs, seeking entrance.

Sarah resisted for only a moment and then, with a little hiccup of a sigh, she spread her legs.

“More,” Gideon whispered. Charles had pulled off the breast he’d been kissing and sucking. Gideon could actually see it gleaming in the candlelight, wet from Charles’

mouth, and his cock jerked. It felt good. Gideon wanted more. More of all of it, not just Sarah, but Sarah and Charles and him.

Charles moved back, sliding his knees on the bed to give Sarah room to spread her legs. He watched unabashedly, his desire and anticipation filling the air with a heady sense of expectation. He wanted to see her. And Gideon wanted to show him. Gideon slid his palms down the slight break Sarah had made between her legs, pushing them farther apart. She moved as he directed, letting him press her open, letting him show Charles her secrets.

Gideon pressed close against her back, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

He wanted her to stay like this, where Charles could see. Gideon moved his good hand along her inner thigh and Sarah moaned softly.

“Damn,” Charles whispered in wonder. “She’s gorgeous, Gideon. All swollen and wet.”

At his words Sarah tried to close her legs, but Gideon pressed harder on her thigh.

“No,” he said firmly, and she stopped. He continued to slide his hand up her thigh until it was cupped over the curls on her mound. They were thick like her hair, and Gideon enjoyed the feel of them on his palm. He circled his hand, rubbing against her, and Sarah squirmed.

“Gideon,” she protested, feebly trying to move his hand.

“This is where I need to be, Sarah,” he told her softly, continuing his circling motion. “This is where I will take you.” He stopped and slid a finger down her crease to her entrance and Sarah cried out.

She was wet. So bloody wet it made Gideon lightheaded. Clearly she had more than liked their intimacies so far. He moved his hand in a slight rocking motion, increasing the motion little by little until the tip of his finger slid inside her. She was so soft, softer here than her outer skin. Soft and swollen and untried. Again Gideon had the urge to mount her, to claim her roughly, and subdued it.

“Gideon,” she groaned.

“Bloody, fucking beautiful,” Charles said in a whisper.

“Charles,” both Gideon and Sarah said chidingly at the same time, and they all three froze for a moment in surprise.

Charles broke the silence with a hoarse groan as he shuffled his knees forward again. He made his way between her thighs, spreading her even wider, and her hips thrust just slightly but enough to force Gideon’s finger deeper. She gasped and Gideon was about to remove his hand when she did it again. And again.

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Her hands had fallen to her sides and Sarah now gripped his arm around her waist as Charles got close enough for Gideon to feel the heat of his breath. Charles was staring down at Gideon’s hand between her legs and Sarah moaned as she thrust down again and again, her rhythm awkward but undeniably sensuous and pleasurable.

Charles looked up at Sarah’s face and moved to nuzzle her cheek. Sarah murmured in protest and tried to shy away, but she didn’t have enough space between them.

“Sarah, what is it?” Gideon asked, pressing his hand against her sex, pulling her closer.

“Not my cheek,” she said in distress. “Don’t look.”

Gideon didn’t know what to do. He’d forgotten about her birthmark. “Does it hurt?”

She shook her head.

Charles hadn’t moved. He was still right there, his lips a breath away from her. He moved then and nuzzled her cheek, then kissed it. Sarah was panting, her hips still, her heart pounding. Charles still did not move away. He spent endless moments making love to that cheek. Gideon watched in amazement as Charles kissed it, rubbed his nose against it, licked the soft contour of her cheekbone beneath the strawberry mark and then licked her tears away as they fell silently from her eyes.

“You are beautiful,” Charles whispered, and Sarah shuddered in his arms.

Gideon gently pushed Sarah toward Charles, pulling his hand from the warm cavern between her thighs. He needed to kiss Sarah too. But he was too damn afraid to do it like Charles. So he’d do it his way.

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Charles wrapped Sarah in his arms and she clung to him. He looked at Gideon and with a twist of his head Gideon indicated that Charles should lay her down on the bed.

Without words, Charles knew exactly what Gideon wanted. He leaned her back over one arm and smoothed her hair off her cheek.

“Sarah,” he whispered. He kissed her, softly at first and then passionately. He felt no remorse for being here in their marriage bed. It felt right, so incredibly right. He wanted to watch them together. He wanted to watch Sarah and Gideon come together for the first time. He wanted to give Gideon to Sarah. Wanted her to know the pleasure of being fucked by Gideon. She was beautiful. That moment, when she shied away from his kiss, was the first time he’d seen her so unsure since that first day in Gideon’s office.

Surely she must know the birthmark did not detract from her beauty in any way? If she didn’t, they would show her.

He laid her down across the bed so that her legs were by Gideon’s hip, and then he followed her down. He lay down on his stomach next to her, holding himself up on one forearm, wrapping the other around her and pulling her close to his side. His erection was pressed almost painfully into the bed. He liked the feel of it. He liked to be this excited by a woman.

He closed his eyes and shivered a little as the bed moved while Gideon re-situated himself between her legs. Anticipation fired his blood. He wanted to watch Gideon eat her. Maybe that wasn’t the gentlemanly term for it, but that’s what it was. He wasn’t born a gentleman. He was a common man and he liked common things, like the taste of a woman’s cunt or watching and feeling her squirm while another man’s mouth ate at her. Gideon, actually. He liked to watch Gideon eat them.

“What?” Sarah was confused, her eyes slightly unfocused. They’d done that to her with their hands and mouths. He looked down at her succulent breasts. They were full and heavy, her nipples dark red and swollen still from his mouth. He wanted to suck them some more. Suck them hard so that her hips thrust up and pressed her sex against Gideon’s mouth. Sarah’s eyes flew wide and she gasped then cried out. He’d started.

Gideon was on her.

“Shhhh,” he whispered against her temple. “We like this. We like to taste you, Sarah. A woman’s passion tastes so sweet.” He breathed in her smell. She smelled like lavender and some other flower. And sex. He could smell her wet cunt. One of his favorite things in the world. He took several more deep breaths while Sarah squirmed beneath him.

Sarah moaned and he had to look. He couldn’t resist anymore. It had been a pleasant torture not to allow himself to look at Gideon. But he had to look. He kissed 38

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Sarah’s temple and then turned and looked down her body. He didn’t know what to focus on first. She was a feast, not just for Gideon but also for Charles. Her beautiful breasts gave way to the swell of her womanly belly, so soft and warm. He reached down and ran his fingers across it, dipping one finger into her little bellybutton. He smiled when she laughed and squirmed a little and Gideon looked up at him from between her legs. Christ, he was so amazingly gorgeous down there. His eyes shone like exotic sapphires over her dark blonde curls. Gideon began to pull away, and Sarah delighted both men when she blindly reached down and pressed his mouth back to her with a hand against the back of his head.

She sounded…juicy, like an overripe peach. Charles mouth watered. He could hear Gideon lapping up her cream, watched as Gideon’s eyes closed in rapture at her taste.

Gideon reached down with both hands and pressed behind her knees. Sarah allowed him to raise her legs, bending her knees obediently, letting Gideon spread her wide as he devoured her. Her head thrashed on the bed and her hand fisted in a puddle of her thick hair near her shoulder.

Charles leaned down and took her breast in his mouth again, sucking her nipple roughly, and Sarah cried out, thrusting up into Gideon’s mouth as Charles wanted. He hummed appreciatively around her and Sarah thrust up again, moaning. God, she was incredible. There was no shyness in her now. She was wanton, desperate for it. He wanted to watch her climax for them. Then he would help Gideon fuck her. He had never seen a woman who needed to be fucked so badly.

“Oh, oh,” Sarah stuttered, her hips moving without finesse. But she was getting the job done. If Charles didn’t miss his guess, she was about to come. He pulled off her breast with a final, deep tug and Sarah arched her back in pleasure. Charles was smug and satisfied. He knew what she liked now. She didn’t know how to ask for it, but Charles knew. He always knew, didn’t he? Sarah’s pretty mouth was open as she panted in her excitement and Charles had to have that again too. He moved to kiss her and a stunning thought hit him. He was still the only man to kiss her. Gideon wouldn’t.

He’d been rejected rather badly in the past. Now he wouldn’t risk it. But somehow Charles knew that Sarah would kiss Gideon. She’d kiss Gideon with the same abandon he’d found in her mouth. When he finally pressed his open mouth to hers, it was with the understanding that he was teaching her how to kiss Gideon when the time came.

Gideon was groaning at her cunt now. Christ, she must taste good. Charles wondered if he would ever find out. He wanted to, more than he ought to, probably.

The right thing to do was to make this the last time for the three of them. But he’d never been very good at doing the right thing, had he? If they asked, he’d be here again. And again. Because he knew this was where he wanted to be. With Gideon and Sarah.

Sarah was wild beneath him, biting his lip and sucking it desperately as her hips tried to fly out of Gideon’s hands. Gideon was trying to hold her down for his mouth.

Charles moved his hand from her stomach to her slit and rubbed the hard little knot of pleasure there. He’d never known a woman who wouldn’t come from that.

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Sarah’s breath stuttered in his mouth. Christ, that was arousing. He rubbed harder and she fell away from his lips as a keening cry broke free and she stiffened on the bed, her hips arched into Gideon’s mouth. Gideon moved his hand between her legs as Charles pinched her little knot and she convulsed with a sob. Charles watched her face as she came. She was gorgeous, dammit. She came apart, coming and crying and shaking.

“Yes, Sarah,” Gideon rasped from between her legs, and Charles looked down and watched as Gideon licked his fingers around Sarah’s knot. Her hips jerked up at the same time Charles pressed his hard cock into the bed at the feel of Gideon’s tongue on him.

When it was over Sarah went limp, breathing as if they’d put her through her paces too hard. She moaned and then covered her eyes with her arm. Charles turned and saw Gideon kissing and licking her thigh softly.

“Was that it?” Sarah asked breathlessly. “Am I Mrs. North now?”

Gideon chuckled as he awkwardly moved from between her legs. “In one sense, yes. But truthfully, no.”

“Dear Lord,” Sarah whispered, “there’s more?”

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Sarah looked away as both men took off their trousers. Gideon had told her they needed to be unclothed for the actual act. She desperately hoped it felt like what Gideon had just done. His mouth on her sex had been wondrous. She truly hadn’t known. Had not known this was what it was like between a man and wife. She blushed as she remembered that Charles was not her husband. The secret of adultery was now unlocked to her as well. She looked at Charles out of the corner of her eye and then slammed her eyes shut. Even his backside was muscular. How was that possible?

She felt self-conscious lying there naked. The breeze was still blowing through the curtains, and she could hear night creatures calling to one another outside. She was chilled. There had been so much heat between the three of them, and now she was alone and cold, the sweat and…other things cooling on her skin and her sex. She rolled to her side and reached for the blanket.