ChapterTwenty
Jessa didn’t wait for their response, just slipped out from between them and headed into her room, but before she could slip inside Deacon had her turned around and pressed against his chest.
He kissed her hard and long, and when he stepped away to take his place beside Thayer, she felt a sensory overload looking at both of them. She had never thought men could be beautiful, but they were, in every conceivable way.
They took a step forward in unison, and she took one back. This dance of movement continued until she found herself in the bedroom and felt the edge of the bed meet her legs.
Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Deacon had taken off his coat and boots, but it was still too many clothes. She had never been so wanton before, and she felt like she could faint from her nerves.
Gripping the edge of her shirt, she peeled it over her head. She didn’t wait for them to tell her what they wanted, because she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was both of them.
Her pants were the next article of clothing to go, and soon she was in nothing but her plain bra and panties. She had never felt as exposed as she felt at that moment.
She watched them rake their eyes up and down her body. It seemed silly, really, since she had slept with both of them, but the way they looked at her, as if they couldn’t get enough of the way she looked, as if they were barely restraining themselves from pouncing on her.
These two virile men desired her, and that knowledge had her intoxicated.
“Take your clothes off.” She looked between the two of them and watched a slow smile creep over Thayer’s face.
Deacon’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement, and she wondered if it was because she sounded ridiculous taking the dominant role? Whatever they thought, they managed to keep it to themselves as they undressed.
The sight of their hard, chiseled bodies coming into view had her mouth drying. They were like nothing she had ever seen before.
Is it even physically possible for a man to look like that?
“I think our little mate likes what she sees, Thayer.” Jessa found her brows knitting at the sound of Deacon’s strange way he phrased that. Mate?
Thayer snapped his head toward Deacon, and she saw some kind of silent communication pass between the two of them. Pushing it aside, she went back to admiring them.
Their attention was back on her, and she found herself feeling her excitement mount as Thayer stepped forward. His nude body brushed along her, and his hot erection pressed between them.
Both of them were so big that she felt small, frail even, compared to them. He lifted his hands and framed her face. The way he searched her face, as if memorizing her, touched something deep down inside of her.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his lips across her forehead, then her eyelids, and finally on the tip of her nose.
“You are so beautiful.” His warm, minty breath bathed her face, and she sank into him.
Hands coasted over her shoulders, and she knew they were Deacon’s because Thayer still held her face. While Deacon explored her body Thayer brushed his lips back and forth on hers.
They didn’t use tongue, and there was no hurry. It was a lazy caress of mouths that held more passion than any open-mouthed kiss she had ever had.
“You smell like apples, sweet and juicy green apples.” Deacon’s words were whispered by her ear. “We love apples, baby.” His hands moved down to her back, his fingers trailing down her spine until they reached the lace edge of her panties.
In one swift move he tore the fabric from her body, and she felt the tattered remains flutter to her feet. He removed her bra next with nimble and expert fingers.
Now she stood between two hard bodies, their erections rubbing along her flesh and heating her to the point she feared she’d melt.
They laid her down on the bed, one brother behind her and the other in front. Hands were on her, and she didn’t know whose they belonged to, but it really didn’t matter.
She got lost in the sea of pleasure, and she didn’t want to be rescued. Hands speared into the folds of her pussy, stroking and teasing her until she was wet and needy and so ready for them.
The idea of taking both men was a little unnerving, but the realization that they could all be connected in the most fundamental and primal way had her arching her back and silently pleading for more.
She kept her eyes closed and just let them play her body like she was made specifically for them. Had she ever felt anything as grand as the feel of their hands and mouths on her?
No, never.
“You’re so soft and sweet between us.” At that point that she couldn’t tell who spoke. Words, touches, feelings all blended together until they were a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations.