“Och, lassie, ye can always tell me from my brother,” said Duff. He stabbed himself in the chest with his thumb. “For I was the best man when ye spoke yer vows”—the thumb went sideways—”while he’s just yer husband.”
Instead of waiting for a command, she took control. She dropped her head, looking seductively up at them through her eyelashes as she went to her knees. She took a cock in each hand before they could react. They shuffled nearer until both fists were near her mouth. She had large hands for a woman. Otherwise she’d not be able to close her fingers around them. Her father and brothers had always said she had a big mouth. Though they hadn’t mean it this way, she was glad of it.
“Maybe there’s a way to tell you apart, other than bruises.” It was actually easy for her, especially as Duff was usually relaxed and Malcolm tense. Right now both were tense, breathing hard, their cocks throbbing in her fists. “I wonder,” she murmured as if to herself, “which one tastes best?”
She caught a drop from the left cock on the tip of her tongue. Duff groaned as she savored the taste. She switched to the right and repeated it. Malcolm inhaled a hiss. Back to Duff again, she released her grip and bent to place a kiss above his balls at the base of his shaft. He made a choking sound. She smiled to herself as she used her tongue to swipe his hot cock all the way up his shaft to the tip. Duff pulled away before she could grasp him again.
“Jesu, Kiera, if ye do that I willna last!”
She sighed at him as if greatly disappointed. “If you’ll come that fast I guess you’re not the best man after all.”
Malcolm’s laugh was cut short when she flicked her tongue over his balls before following the same route. They must have passed one of their silent messages as they each lifted one of her arms and carried her backward across the room.
“Did you not like what I was doing?”
“We liked it too well,” said Duff in a low growl. “We canna come three times.”
“Three? Is that a promise?”
Malcolm lowered his eyebrows at her. “She doubts us, brother.”
“Then we’d best prove it.”
They set her on her back in their new bed made of thick pallets. Duff grabbed a fist of hair with his left hand and a breast with his right. The slight edge of pain made her shiver. His eyes widened just before he attacked her mouth with kisses. While she loved him taking control it didn’t stop her from doing the same. She caught his hair with her fingers and held him tight, devouring him equally. As their tongues fought Duff squeezed her breast, holding her head back by her hair.
They broke to breathe. His brilliant blue eyes caught her. The edges crinkled just before her knees were spread wide. He laughed at her surprise, having forgotten there was anyone else in the room. She barely noticed the warning puff of hot breath before Malcolm’s mouth came down on her pussy. Duff tugged her head back and nipped at her throat. A tongue flicked her clit, a mouth suckled, and her body exploded.
Days later, or perhaps it was only minutes, she caught her breath. She chanced opening her eyes. A pair of identical men, each with a proud smirk, gazed down at her.
“That was one,” said Duff. “Who should give ye number two?”
They wanted her to have another orgasm now? “I’ve not been sleeping well. Mayhaps ’twould be best if I have a wee nap first.” She closed her eyes.
“Best for who?” demanded Duff. “My cock can’t wait.”
“Nay.”
The order was sharp, said with the confidence that came from the expectation it would be immediately obeyed. It seemed Malcolm had learned to become laird while he was gone. But in their chamber, he was only her husband. Of course, there was that wee bit of nuisance that she had vowed to obey him.
“Nay?” she asked innocently.
“We canna wait. ’Twas a miracle we didn’t both come when ye screamed,” said Duff.
“I dinna scream. Mayhaps I made a noise, but ’twasn’t a scream.”
“Aye, ye did, wife,” said Malcolm. “My ears are ringing from it.”
“Yer ears are ringing? Mine were right by her mouth.” Duff stuck a finger in his ear and shuddered.
“If all you’ll be doing is complaining I will have that nap.” She shuffled in place, keeping her eyes shut.
“I think not.”
Malcolm’s tone made her shiver. She’d yet to learn his limits, as in how far she could push him in play before he got serious. A part of her was hoping he would get quite serious.
“Shouldn’t you be easy with your wee wife, the one carrying your babe?”