He was restraining himself. She felt it in the trembling of his hand at her hip. She didn’t know how much restraint he had left—and she didn’t want to test him. Brenna forced herself to push again.
Then she felt the broad tip of him smashed against a barrier inside her. And he began to ease in slowly…but unrelentingly.
The pressure swamped her, becoming a pain all its own. He
wasn’t going to fit. Seriously. Maybe she wasn’t built for this. Maybe Thorn was too big. Maybe—
“I can’t get past her sphincter.”
Cameron quickly intervened. “Draw back and start slow thrusts as far in as you can.”
“Listen, man…” he began.
“Do it.” Brenna would never have believed Cameron could growl but that was pretty damn close. Then he turned his dark stare to her. In those depths, she saw scorching lust. He wanted inside her. Bad. But he was doing his best to regard her with concern and reassurance.
With long strokes of his palm, Cameron rubbed her back and planted long, slow kisses on her neck, her cheek, the corner of his mouth. She melted against him.
“Good girl,” he breathed against her ear. “That’s it.”
Absently, she nodded. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been.
Behind her, Thorn drew back, then slid forward again to the barrier—and deeper another inch. He withdrew and started over, getting a little farther inside her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. The pressure was unavoidable, the pain a sharp cut inside her.
“What if I don’t like this?” she asked, trying not to grit her teeth and tense again.
“Then I’m doing something wrong.” Thorn sounded strained.
“We’ll think of something else. But give him a chance,” Cam cajoled.
Sighing to release more pent-up tension, she nodded.
Cameron lengthened his strokes down her back, now reaching all the way down to her backside. He began to pet her, caressing his way over her curves.
“You have a gorgeous ass. Just touching it turns me on. But if I knew that Thorn was deep inside you here…” He shuddered. “Even the thought makes me shake with lust.”
She wanted that, Brenna realized. She wanted Cameron to be out of his head with need for her. Thorn, too, for that matter. At least for now. Later, she’d worry about their opinions when she couldn’t orgasm. But for this moment, she wanted to glory in their adulation.
Gliding his palms over the cheeks of her ass, Cameron grabbed them and held them open for Thorn, who grunted and pushed forward again. Brenna did her best to relax, despite the unfamiliar burn and pressure, and push down. The sensations weren’t pleasant, yet…she couldn’t say it was exactly uncomfortable anymore.
Suddenly, her body gave way. The head of Thorn’s cock popped past the barrier and he pushed in and in and in, until, with a groan, he slid up to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” Thorn groaned. “She’s tight.”
“You’re in?”
“Yeah.” The syllable was more grunt than spoken word.
“Excellent,” Cam praised, then asked her. “How do you feel?”
Full. A lot of pressure, but shockingly, the pain was gone. In fact, it was as if a hundred nerve endings were now awakening. Dormant once, she’d never known or thought about them until they suddenly leapt to life. And when Thorn withdrew back to the barrier and plunged in again, tingles of arousal leapt from nearly flat line to off the charts.
She cried out and clutched at Cameron’s shoulder with wide-eyed amazement.
His warm chuckle slid over her like melted chocolate. “I think that’s a good sign. Keep going, but gently.”
“If I do much more of this, I’m going to come in about five seconds like a damn teenager. Shit. She’s so hot and just…everywhere around me.”
“You need me to take over?” Cam challenged.
“Hell, no. Back the fuck off,” Thorn snarled as he jetted deep inside her again.
Then he draped his chest over her back and his hands were everywhere—gliding over her shoulders, skating down her arms, caressing her breasts, manipulating hard nipples.
“I know you feel me deep,” he whispered in her ear. “I sure as hell feel you. You’re like fireworks, one explosive surprise after another. Only a matter of time before you set me off.”
“Watching the two of you is burning me up,” Cam whispered against her lips, his gaze dipping to Thorn’s fingers manipulating the hard nubs of her nipples.
Cameron reached down and draped his fingers over her mound, then slid his fingers through her drenched folds, over her sensitive clit. The moment he touched the tip, fire ripped up her belly, down her thighs. Brenna cried out. He did it again, and the tingles were heaping arousal on top of screaming sensation. It was overloading her, pouring heat and need over her and melting her like hot chocolate over ice cream.
Thorn compounded it all with another endless stroke deep in her ass. Then another. She arched her back, and he settled in another fraction of an inch. “Fuck!”
“That’s next on my agenda.” Cameron settled into a rhythm, petting her in the very spot that made her flare with need. “I want you good and wet when I take you.”
Something inside her was tightening. Her insides began to pulse slowly. Blood was rushing to her sex.
“I’m there,” she gasped. “Way there.”
“I can tell,” he said wryly. “But the goal here is to make you come.”
“I’m close.” The words came out in a whimper between pants. But her body was tense, fired—seconds from something amazing.
The hard breaths all around ramped her up even more. Thorn’s exhalation settled against her neck, Cameron’s in her ear. She heard her own against Cam’s chest. The sounds of sex echoed deep in her body, brought along by the tang of sweat, and moans and desire.
“Damn it, I’m close too,” Thorn barked, tense behind her. “Get inside her and fuck her already.”
“I’m not rushing this.” Cam muttered a curse then reached lower down her body before his touch disappeared.
Suddenly, Thorn cried out. “What the fuck! Get your goddamn hands off my balls.”
Shocked, Brenna stared into Cam’s face, where she found both lust and amusement. Wow, there had to be something more going on between Cam and Thorn. Was Cam making a move on Thorn?
“Get over it.” Cam brought his hand up again and began to fondle her clit again. “Tugging on them kept you from coming, right?”
Thorn muttered something that sounded suspiciously like son of a bitch. “Yeah, but if you do it again, you’re going to be minus a hand.”
“If I hadn’t done it, we were going to be minus a satisfied woman. We agreed to the purpose and the means. Stay on the bandwagon.”
Again, Thorn muttered. Brenna distinctly heard prick.
So these two weren’t in the habit of touching one another. The thought that they might, maybe someday, aroused her. She had no idea why. The thought of two guys touching each other had never entered her imagination before. But something about Cam’s controlled gentleness and Thorn’s wild passion colliding set her off.
Cameron took hold of her hips and slowed Thorn’s increasingly rapid thrusts. The bounty hunter gritted his teeth so hard, she could swear she heard the bones of his jaw grinding.
But Brenna couldn’t focus on that when Cameron fitted the blunt head of his cock against her entrance and started pushing.
He’d done his job well, making her wet to slick his way inside smoothly. So smooth. An anguished moan tore from her chest. The usual burn of being stretched melded with the added sensation of being smaller than usual, thanks to Thorn’s erection in her ass.
“Holy mother…” Thorn trailed off in a gravel voice.
“It’s amazing,” Cameron agreed, strained, as he slid in deep, deep, deeper—then kept going.
With a groan, she bit into Cam’s shoulder. God, he felt huge. The two of them together were overwhelming, incredible,