THIRTY-FOUR
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 fucki
ng 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.