Nothing Between Us (29 page)

Georgia hadn’t made it two steps into Colby’s house before Keats’s hands and mouth were on her. He’d seemed wrung out by the time they’d wrapped up visiting with his brother, and she’d figured the emotional day had taken its toll. But as soon as the front door had clicked shut, his whole demeanor had shifted.

Her back hit the wall of the living room, and Keats pressed his body against her as he kissed her hard. She grappled for a hold and latched onto the back of his shirt, loving the feel of him taking what he needed. He was usually her kinder, gentler lover. But she liked seeing this side of him, too.

She gasped when he slipped his hand beneath her shirt and cupped her breast. “God, George, I need you right now. Tell me this is okay.”

“It’s definitely okay,” she said, letting her head fall back against the wall. Whatever he needed, whatever demons he was exorcising, she was on board. After the day they’d both had, she craved that oblivion, too. “I’m all yours.”

“Thank God.” He tugged her shirt up and over her head and unhooked her bra, leaving her bare from the waist up. He tapped the waistband of her jeans. “Lose these.”

She almost said,
Yes, sir
, but then caught herself. She worked at the button on her pants, and Keats lowered his head to suck and tease her nipples. Kiss. Suck. Kiss. Bite. Good Lord, he was going to undo her before they even made it to the bedroom.

She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans and underwear, pieces of clothing landing in a haphazard pattern around them. Late-afternoon sunlight slanted over them from the front window, and Keats’s blond hair was painted in pinks and oranges as he got to his knees and spread her open with his thumbs. His mouth was sweet fire against her, licking and nibbling every tender, aching part. She moaned his name and slid her fingers into his hair. He hadn’t tied it back today, and she loved how cool and silky it felt around her fingers.

Keats looked up at her, eyes making promises she knew he’d keep, and breached her with two fingers—stroking, stroking, stroking. “I never get tired of this, George, hearing those sounds you make, my name on your lips.”

“I can’t help it,” she said. “You and Colby make me lose my mind.”

If I’m not careful, you’re going to make me lose my heart.

His thumb found her clit, sending a dart of swift pleasure up her spine and chasing the worry from her mind. “Best job ever. Making a beautiful woman mindless.”

“Or man,” a voice behind them said.

Georgia lifted her head, finding Colby leaning against the entryway from the kitchen with a lazy smile and predatory gaze.

“Welcome home,” Georgia said, half gasping, as Keats went back to pleasuring her with slow, torturous glides of his tongue.

“I can’t say there’s any better sight to come home to after a hard day than my favorite woman naked and spread out for my favorite guy. If I had known this was waiting for me, I would’ve driven faster.” He headed to where they were and leaned over Keats to kiss Georgia. His hand found her breast and teased as he deepened the kiss.

She moaned into the kiss. The combination of Colby’s rough fingers against her nipple and Keats’s talented tongue against her clit had her ready to go over already.

Colby pulled back from the kiss and ran a thumb over her mouth. “Make her come, Keats. Looks like she needs one now.”

“Gladly,” Keats said, his gaze meeting hers as he angled his fingers inside her. “Want to join me?”

Colby grinned at Georgia, somehow playful and threatening at the same time. “Turn around and plant your hands against the wall.”

Georgia did as she was told, her feet squeaking against the wood floor and her heart pounding.

Colby’s hands spanned her waist. “Now slide your hands down and bend over, legs spread.”

“Goddamn,” Keats said from behind her as she got into position. “I’m starting to see the appeal in Colby wanting to restrain us. I wish we could cuff you to the wall just like this. You should see how fucking hot you look.”

Georgia felt flush all over and her knees wobbled. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt quite so exposed.

Colby ran a hand over the back of her thigh. “Don’t lock your knees, baby. Relax and let us make you feel good.”

She loosened her limbs a little and planted her feet, almost bracing for a hit of some kind. But that wasn’t the mood Colby was in. Because before long, she felt hair brush against her leg. She peered down to find Keats slipping into the space she’d created between her and the wall. He gripped her outer thighs and situated his mouth against her, then resumed the languid, luscious circles he’d been making with his tongue before. She let out a soft moan, her head dropping forward.

At the same time, big, warm hands coasted over her backside. Colby’s touch was light but confident as he teased her. And she could hear him shifting into position behind her. He was going to the floor.
Oh, God.
Even though she suspected what was coming, when a finger buried inside her channel and hot, wet kisses landed right along the curves of her ass, the arches of her feet lifted off the floor.

She groaned a groan that came from someplace deep and forced her eyes open, needing to see the two men working in tandem on her. But she couldn’t keep her eyes open for long. Because Colby was spreading her for more than kisses. The hot wet tip of his tongue teased close to her back entrance and he bit one of her cheeks.
Oh, God.
It was all so much. The feel of two mouths burning hot along her most private, sensitive spots had her fingers pressing so hard into the drywall, she worried she was going to push right through.

Colby’s fingers dug into her ass cheeks, adding a snap of pain to the already overwhelming sensations, and spread her wider for him. She braced herself for it, but there was no preparing. His tongue traced a path around her rim, slow and sexy, the scruff of his beard tickling her tender skin, and she nearly lost it. She’d never had anyone put their mouth to that forbidden place before, but hell if it didn’t feel like the most sinfully erotic thing ever. Knowing that he wasn’t afraid, that nothing was off-limits for him when it came to her body, did something to her. Like full-out acceptance.
I am turned on by all of you. Every bit is mine to explore and pleasure.

Keats added a finger inside her, his now sharing space with Colby’s, and her hands curled against the wall as the two men stretched and stimulated her. Their fingers moved in easy rhythm inside her, one sliding downward while the other sank deep, their knuckles grazing each other on the exchange. The image was enough to nearly do her in. They were both inside her, both mouths sucking and laving at her with sexy, wet sounds. Her body clenched around their invasion, everything so slick and alive with sensation that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand much longer.

“I’m not going to last,” she whispered.

Colby spoke against her skin. “We didn’t say you had to. Take what you need, baby. Come for us.”

And with that, they both increased the speed and enthusiasm of their oral assault. She couldn’t tell who was where when. It felt like a hundred tongues and hands touching and devouring her at once. Her teeth clenched, the wired tension inside her coiling tight, tight, tighter.

Colby’s blunt nails dug into her flesh, and his tongue pressed against her right as Keats swirled his tongue around her clit. She lost it. Sparking energy raced over her skin, and she cried out, her neck arching and her heels lifting. Colby shifted his hold quickly, grabbing her hips and keeping her in place as they continued to kiss and taste her everywhere.

She gasped through the orgasm, harsh sounds coming out of her, and finally her knees really did give way. Both men backed off, guiding her downward until she was on her knees in front of Keats, Colby’s arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from tipping over.

She let her forehead rest on Keats’s shoulder as she breathed her way down from her intense release.

“You okay, George?” Keats asked softly as he ran a hand over her head.

“Definitely okay,” she said, repeating her words from earlier and smiling against his shoulder.

“Good,” Colby said, “because we’re not done with you.” He slid his hands up to her breasts, caressing. “Because I know when you watched from your window and imagined what having two men would be like, your mind went to where we’re about to take you.”

Oh, God. She bit her lip, knowing what he was suggesting.

“I bet that’s when you played with your other vibrator, testing out how it would feel to be oh-so-full and helpless.”

Keats groaned along with her. And Colby was absolutely right. She’d imagined it then. But she’d imagined it a lot more lately. “I don’t even know if I can . . .”

Colby turned her around, his eyes catching her gaze. Despite the dirty talk and the commanding tone in his voice, his hazel eyes were tender when he looked at her. “We want you, Georgia. All of you. But know that we would never hurt you. You know how to stop things.”

She inhaled deeply and reached out to trail her fingers along his beard. “I don’t want to stop.”

He smiled and leaned forward as if to kiss her, but then stopped himself short, always respecting her boundaries if they hadn’t discussed some act yet. He touched his forehead to hers instead. “Go in my room and wait for us on the bed. We’ll be just a minute.”

“Okay.”

She let him help her up, and he gave her a pat on her ass before she headed toward the bedroom. “There’s a blindfold in the top drawer of my dresser. Take it out and tie it over your eyes once you’re kneeling on the bed.”

A little shiver went through her and she nodded. A few minutes later, she was arranged how he asked—kneeling on the bed with a red sash tied over her eyes. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing at attention, and she had to take a few deep breaths to center herself. She wasn’t scared. She had no doubt that Colby and Keats would take care of her and would stop if anything was too much. They’d proven that each time they were together. If she needed to slow down, they did. If she had questions, they were answered. And they were always so tender with her after an intense night—bathing her, soothing any aches or pains with salve, tucking her into bed. Colby had even given her the option of not doing anything that would leave a lingering mark. But she’d declined the offer. She’d never admit it out loud to anyone, but the faint bruises and rope burns she’d gotten from their nights together gave her some strange sense of pride. Those marks said she was brave and daring. They were proof she was taking chances again. Signs of her old self. So right now, she was ready to give them whatever they wanted.

For so long, she’d felt so unbelievably scared and vulnerable, questioning everyone and everything around her, always on guard. Every time she went out, she still had to fight the urge. But here with Colby and Keats she could let all of that go. She could tear away the defenses and literally leave herself naked and at their mercy without fear. Somehow she felt more free in this moment than she had in a year, even though she was giving over complete control. This was her get-out-of-jail-free card.

Footsteps sounded somewhere off to her right, and she knew she was no longer alone. She licked her lips, trying to stay still. A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped.

“Easy, there,” Colby said. “We’re here with you now.”

She nodded. The bed dipped and more hands touched her waist—Keats had climbed behind her. “We’re going to make you feel so good, George.”

Hands and mouths coasted over her and she tilted her head back. The guys were being gentle, warming her skin again, sampling every inch of her, kissing away any nerves that might’ve lingered.

Colby’s fingers glided over her sex, and she nearly sagged into him to hold herself up. “Look how wet you are for us. So gorgeous. Blindfolded, nipples hard and damp from our mouths, pussy lips swollen and shiny.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Colby Wilkes,” she said softly.

“Mmm,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Good thing you like that kind of filth.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

“I hope so.” He teased her entrance with the tip of his finger and she made a needy sound.

“What’s wrong?” Keats asked as he wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind and kneaded them in his palms.

She panted through the surge of desire. Usually, she was all for a long night of foreplay, but her body was demanding the full show.

“I think we’re torturing her with our patience,” Colby said, though he sounded none too apologetic about it. “How about we give her something to focus on? Keats, lie back on the bed so I can tie you down.”

Georgia groaned, wishing all of a sudden she didn’t have the blindfold on. The men moved around her, and she could only imagine what it looked like. Keats splayed out on the bed, Colby tying him to the headboard. Another surge of need went straight downward.

The wait seemed endless, and it was a good ten minutes before Colby’s hands were on her shoulders again. But thankfully, he was in the mood to give her a reward. He guided her to turn around on the bed, then tugged the blindfold off. When her eyes adjusted to the lamplight, she found six feet of blond, built, aroused man spread out in front of her.

“Good God,” she said, genuinely awed at the sight.

Colby had looped rope around Keats from elbows to wrists and then tied each hand to the headboard. Keats also had a length of rope looped around his chest. His cock stood long and proud, and his gaze was solely on her.

“He’s only here for your pleasure tonight, Georgia,” Colby said, massaging her shoulders. “You can use him however you want. Right, Keats?”

“Yes, sir. I’m gladly providing my services.” He sent Georgia a shameless grin.

“He doesn’t get to come until you and I do. Understand?”

“Yes,” Georgia said, her voice sounding breathy and light to her own ears. “I can do what I want with him.”

“Yes, you can,” Colby said. “But if he’s here for your pleasure, you’re here for mine.”

Goose bumps chased across her skin.

“The question is, what would you like to do to him first?”