He grins back at me. “Yeah?”
Spurred on by my sounds of pleasure, he puts more attention on his task, giving my feet a proper massage. It feels amazing.
“You must be worn out after today,” Ryder says.
“I guess I am.” A low moan escapes, as Cade digs into the pad of my foot.
Ryder slides behind me, moving my pillow out of the way to make space for himself. When he starts massaging my shoulders, I melt into him. My muscles got more of a workout today than I realized, and his hands feel unbelievably good.
“I’m sorry again about earlier, B,” he says, leaning close to my ear and speaking softly.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. Everything is okay right now, as four powerful hands lull my body into blissful relaxation.
“The thought of some guy hurting you makes me crazy.”
Smiling, I turn my head to tell him it’s okay. He’s so close. Our mouths are only a few inches apart. This shouldn’t happen – not with Cade right here next to us – but as if there are magnetic forces at work, we’re drawn together. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
His lips press into mine, and I immediately respond. I really liked kissing Ryder on our date, and I’ve missed it. He shifts on the bed, allowing us to get closer, and the kiss deepens, leaving me breathless.
He cups my face in his hand and slides his tongue against mine, and I groan, suddenly not caring that his brother is here. Cade’s hands pause on my feet before I feel one hand slide up to my knee and back down.
When Ryder lifts his head, I glance down to find Cade watching. His expression is … curious?
“Sorry,” I tell him vaguely, thinking that this behavior is inappropriate, but also that I don’t want to stop.
“Don’t be sorry.” His hand slides up my other leg with intention. When Ryder resumes massaging my shoulders, Cade crawls toward me on the bed on hands and knees, his eyes on mine the entire time, monitoring my reaction.
I lean into him when he’s close, remembering how delicious he tasted and wanting to taste him again. He’s the one to moan when our mouths meet. “I’ve been wanting more of this,” he says, his voice low and sounding different than I’ve ever heard it, almost unrecognizable.
His hand slides into my hair and he cups my head in his palm as he claims my mouth. It’s as if my kiss with his brother was the warm-up, and Cade is already a few steps ahead, full of desperate need and ready to devour me.
Or maybe that’s how I feel.
That’s definitely how I feel.
I lean into Cade as Ryder’s hands stroke up and down my back, feeling like encouragement, doubling the passion of my kiss with Cade. Ryder nuzzles my neck, and I turn from Cade to kiss his brother, before returning back to Cade. It’s the wildest thing I’ve ever experienced, not that I’ve experienced much.
I’ve always thought my sister was crazy with her four men, but after only a few minutes of kissing these two, I’m seeing the appeal. Hands and mouths seem to be everywhere.
Ryder’s hands glide up under my shirt and unclasp my bra. Cade slides his hand up my side, holding me firmly as we kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and twine my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
From behind, Ryder’s hands come around to slip under my loosened bra and cup my breasts. Cade continues to kiss me, and I purr as Ryder gently twists my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. When I turn to kiss Ryder, Cade’s hands take the place of his brother’s, and I’m blown away as they trade off, taking turns, everything so smooth and natural.
There’s a different energy between us, not like when we kissed on the dates. Like a train steaming down the tracks, there’s a strong sense that what we’re doing isn’t stopping anytime soon.
A little part of my brain fires an alert, telling me there’s still time to stop this, and that I might regret it, but we’re here on my bed, alone in my new apartment, and it’s so very easy to ignore that quiet warning.
Ryder lifts my shirt over my head, Cade untangles my arms from my bra, and then both heads bow at my chest, each of them claiming a breast. Pleasure radiates out to every nerve ending as the two men tease and suck my nipples.
When Cade’s mouth returns to mine, Ryder slides my pants off of my hips.
Are things happening too fast? Some parts of my body would say it’s not fast enough.
With a finger hooked into the waistband of my panties, Ryder waits until I’m looking at him. “You okay with this, Bianca?”
I don’t give my brain time to get involved. I nod quickly. “Yes.”