Reined In: Lone Star Lovers, Book 7 (3 page)

Cam snorted beside them, drawing both their gazes. “Shall I leave you two alone?”

“Why?” Joe asked, his gaze dropping to Stormy’s again. “She’s not shy. Fact is, I think Peaches wants us both here. Don’t you, sugar?”

This time, her eyes rounded and welled with tears.

Cam muttered under his breath.

But Joe wasn’t ready to relent. Not when damp heat soaked the top of his jeans-clad thigh. “There’s no shame in tellin’ the truth,” he whispered. “We’ve both been waitin’ a long time for you to grow up. All you have to do is tell us you’re ready.”

She licked her bottom lip, pretty Peaches with her face devoid of makeup and pretense, looking impossibly lovely and young—and afraid.

“Baby, for once, tell me the truth.”

“I’m not sure what I want, or even who I want,” she whispered.

Joe quirked up one side of his mouth and leaned closer, his mouth an inch from hers. “Now that’s a lie. You kissed him.” He arched a brow. “Think I didn’t know? I watched. But you liked it when I spanked you too. Both those things happened a long time ago, but you’ve thought about us, haven’t you?”

She nodded, her breaths growing more ragged by the moment.

“It’s okay to tell us,” Joe said, his voice deeper now, raspier. “Do you want us both?”

“Joe,” Cam said, anger in his tone.

Joe shook his head, not looking away from Stormy’s widening eyes. “Cam, you just wait. We’re friends. I love you like a brother. But I want her—just as bad as you do. And Peaches here—she’s enough woman to handle us both. I’d stake my next paycheck on that fact.” The way the pupils in her silver-blue eyes dilated confirmed it. “Sweetheart, you wanna find out if that’s true?”

A thin moan broke from her lips, and Joe bent to capture it, pressing his mouth against hers and forcing his thigh higher, rubbing it against her pussy.

She pushed against his chest for all of a second and then glided her hands up to cup the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair and pulling.

Joe groaned into her mouth and thrust his tongue inside.

She’d brushed her teeth before she’d left her room. She tasted like mint. Her body quivered, vibrating against him, and more liquid wet his knee. Her thighs squeezed around him, grinding down, and he was lost.

He clamped his hands around her waist and pulled her from the counter, then slid them down to cup her ass. He dug his fingers into the soft, sweet curves he’d fantasized about for years. The kiss deepened. Her tongue stroked his and their mouths rubbed in slow, melting circles.

A throat cleared beside them, and Joe broke the kiss, breathing hard as he stared into her face. Two spots of color blazed across her cheeks. Their heads turned slowly, reluctantly, toward Cam.

Joe knew what he had to do, but letting go of her ass nearly made him weep. His fingers clung for a moment longer and then loosened. He slid to her side, a hand cupping a full breast. “Cam’s turn,” he whispered in her ear.

Chapter Four

When Cam heard Joe’s whispered words, shock shivered through him. As much as he wanted to slide right over and take Joe’s place, he held back. “This isn’t right, Joe,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s not some slut we’ll share because we bought an hour of her time.”

“Watch your mouth, Cam,” Joe said with a quick sideways glance.

Cam ignored the anger evident in Joe’s clipped words. Instead, he noted the tremor that ran through Stormy’s body. He dropped his arms and turned toward her, tucking a finger under her chin. He lifted her face so she couldn’t hide her expression.

What he saw there rocked him on his heels. Her mouth was swollen and pouting. Her pupils dilated. A flush of rose suffused her creamy cheeks. She looked anything but scared or revolted.

Still, he had to be sure. Despite the fact his groin was urgently throbbing, he kept his voice low and even. “We movin’ too fast for you, sweetheart?”

“Why’d you stop to ask?” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice.

Cam sighed. “Because Joe’s movin’ fast. Maybe faster than you can muster up the strength to tell him no. And you have the right to say no. To tell us both to stop.”

“But I don’t want to stop.”

He nearly smiled at the hint of a whine in her voice. Stormy was a greedy little thing, and apparently her hunger extended beyond pretty clothes and shoes. “I want you sure about this. Because once we start, I can’t swear I’ll be able to stop. I’ve wanted you a really long time.”

Joe cleared his throat. “And while boyfriend here is killin’ the mood, I want you to understand a thing or two,” Joe said. His hand still cupped her breast, but his fingers were pinching her nipple now, causing her to gasp. “I’m not nice. Sex with us won’t be sweet. Cam here might go easy the first time, ’cause he’s soft like that, but I’m not holdin’ back.”

Her gaze darted to Joe. “What are you gonna do?”

Not what
would
you do, Cam noted, his gaze meeting Joe’s for a fraction of a second.

One corner of Joe’s mouth kicked up. “Whatever I want. And right now, my hand’s itchin’ to warm your sweet, round backside.”

Her head dove toward her chest, cutting off their view of her expression.

“Stormy? You understand now why I stopped you?” Cam asked, stepping closer, crowding her like Joe had before, giving in to the need to feel her against his body. “We’re grown men. Make damn sure you want what we’re gonna bring.” Then he reached for one of her hands, cupped the back of it and slid it over his cock, which was thick and hard. “Just so you know,” he whispered, gliding her down his length.

Joe snorted. “Braggin’ already?”

“Shut up, Joe.”

“Don’t think she minds,” Joe drawled. “Her nipple’s hard as a pebble. We done talkin’?” he asked, raking her hair back with his free hand, his thumb tilting up her head.

Stormy’s face was taut. Her blue eyes a little wild. “I’m scared,” she blurted. “And I don’t know how this is gonna happen, I just know...” she bit her lip, “…I want it.”

Cam cursed under his breath and then aimed a glare at Joe.

Joe dropped his hands and stepped back. “Maybe you need Cam a little more than you do me. For the moment.”

Her head swung toward Cam. Her tongue swept her bottom lip.

Cam cupped her cheeks and bent to kiss her mouth. A soft touch. Then he hovered above her mouth. “I’ll be there for you. If he gets too rough, I’ll step in.”

She brought her arms around him and snuggled her head against his chest. He cupped the back of her head and stroked her hair. Then he kissed her hair and moved his hands down to her backside to steady her. “Hop up, baby.”

She didn’t so much jump as relax while he pulled her up. She wound her legs around his waist, and he turned toward the kitchen door. He didn’t know precisely when he’d decided Joe was right and didn’t like that his friend might think this had been entirely his idea. Because Cam had thought about it too. He’d wondered what it would be like to share her.

He’d never kidded himself he could seduce her on his own, keep her for himself, but together, he and Joe could give her everything she needed. The soft and the hard. The comfort and the fear.

A perfect little storm.

Stormy nearly purred. Her thighs were spread, her ankles hooked behind Cam’s sturdy back. She was wet. He couldn’t help but notice. She hoped that would convince him she was into this. She hadn’t liked it when he’d made them stop. She’d wanted the decision taken from her.
Forced.

Because Reese Jordan’s little girl couldn’t be this naughty. This fucked up.

And she hadn’t been a hundred percent sure she could do this until Cam had forced her to feel his dick through his jeans. Good Lord, her pussy had clenched instantly, completely wowed by the size of him. Cam might be a gentler lover than Joe, but he’d hurt her good just sliding inside her. She couldn’t wait to feel the pressure, the heat of him.

His strides were long, determined, a little rushed. His chest was hard, broad, made for a woman to rest against or to block out the light when he came over her. He overwhelmed her with his masculinity, and yet she doubted he believed he was as attractive to her as Joe was.

She peeked over Cam’s shoulder and met Joe’s smoky gaze. He gave her a little lift of eyebrow and a wicked smile. When she gave him a glare, he shook his head, silently telling her she was asking for trouble. Lord, she hoped she’d found it.

Cam headed straight inside a bedroom—his own. The one her father had assigned him long ago. She’d helped Eliana decorate it when she’d been home from school one summer. Green to match his eyes. Brown for his hair. Mocha walls to match the caramel tan of his skin. Had he known she’d drawn her inspiration from him?

Cam charged straight toward the large king-sized bed and crawled right onto the mattress. The hands clamped on her ass held her against him until he stopped in the center and came down, sandwiching her between his hard body and the soft mattress.

With her breath squeezed out of her by his sheer weight, she eased her legs around him, sliding her calves down to his buttocks. She arched beneath him to press her center against his clothed, hard cock.

Cam came up on his elbows and bracketed her face between his hands. “I’m gonna strip you first. I want your skin against mine. That all right with you?”

“Why you askin’ her, Cam?” Joe said, amusement in his voice. “She’s ours tonight. Aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

She didn’t glance away from Cam. “Would you like me to undress you?” she asked, her voice unaccountably husky.

The muscle at the side of his jaw tensed, but he nodded and came up on his knees.

She pushed up to sit, her thighs spread around his knees, and rucked up his T-shirt, rubbing her hands over his sides and along his long arms until the cloth was out of reach. He pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside.

Her breath eased out in a long tense breath as she surveyed his massive chest. The man was built like a brick house. His belly was tensed, not an ounce of excess flesh to hide his toned abs.

Her hands went to his waistband and she thumbed open his jeans, grasped the toggle for the zipper and jerked it down.

“Easy,” he said when her hand bumped against his cock.

“Sorry, I’m just a little nervous,” she muttered.

“Me too,” he said, a smile curling one side of his mouth.

She returned the grin, happy he was making this easier, lightening the tension between them. She gently tugged the zipper down the rest of the way.

Cam pushed his pants over his hips, along with his navy-plaid boxers, and then leaned to the side to push them down his legs.

She didn’t follow the trip, because her gaze was arrested by his cock as it bobbed against his belly. Without giving herself a second to chicken out, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him, smoothing over his length. It was like hot silk stretched around a column of steel. And so large her fingers didn’t meet.

Her pussy tightened. Liquid spilled, and she pulled one knee toward her chest, aligned her legs and pushed off her shorts. She hadn’t bothered with underwear, so she sat, her mound displayed for both men to see. When she was done, she held her breath.

Cam’s gaze dropped and his chest rose around a deep inhalation.

Joe chuckled to the side of her. “In a hurry, baby?”

She shot a glance his way. He was perched against the dresser, his arms crossed over his bare chest, a smirk on his mouth. He held her gaze, never letting his drop to her naked self—challenge glinting in his eyes.

Feigning more courage than she felt, she lifted her chin. “Why wouldn’t I be in a hurry? I’ve waited forever for this.”

“For us, or just for him?”

Was he really going to make her say it? “Fuck you, Joe Halloran.”

“You will. I promise. But before you go climbing on his dick, there’s the little matter of your ass.” He clapped his hands together and then rubbed them, devilment in his eyes. “It’s mine.”

“Joe,” Cam said, his face reddened. He was ready to fuck her, ready to let go, but Joe wouldn’t let him have her yet.

Something she loved about him. The fact he got her. Completely. Cam was her solace. But Joe pushed her. Made her wild.

If they rushed this thing, if they gave her exactly what she asked for, they’d miss their chance. Stormy didn’t need a fuck. She needed a firm hand. Someone who’d pull her back, make her crazy for it. Make her crave the next time and the next.

Joe straightened, moving away from the dresser. “Cam, help her with her shirt.”

Cam cussed but reached for her.

Stormy’s eyes narrowed on Joe, but she let Cam tug her tank over her head.

Then she was naked. Both men eyeing all of her. Feeling more vulnerable than she ever had, and reveling in it, she waited, knowing she’d made the right choice, coming here this weekend to be with them. This was their last chance and she was going for broke.

Joe’s examination wasn’t as blatant as Cam’s, but he didn’t think he’d ever get his fill just the same. She’d grown into a goddess. Her breasts were full but not overblown. Perfect. With rust-colored nipples whose tips were flushed and stiff. Her belly was flat. Her hips full. The ruff of hair covering her mound was pale brown and curly, trimmed close so the bud at the top of her folds was visible—swollen and slick.