Brokenhearted Beauty(Divine Creek Ranch 19)(17)

No, I’ve been too busy lusting for you. “Well, no…but…”

“But what? We don’t find it hard to believe that you haven’t been with anyone. We know you have high standards. We aspired to the same standards. Why the doubting look?”

“Because,” she finally blurted. “The two of you are like…like…freaking sex gods or something. And in your uniforms? I always imagined you had women throwing themselves at you.”

James said, “Unless she’s you, we don’t want any woman throwing herself at us. We get offers, honey, but we only want you. Now, back to what you said about not being able to handle us…”

“Did your past lovers tell you that your sex drive is low?” Vincent asked, making her cheeks go red hot.

“Well…” She really didn’t want to go into the opinions her former lovers had of her sex drive. She’d never had an encounter that left her giddy or tingly, like she heard about from her friends. The first guy she’d been intimate with had hinted that her lack of responsiveness had been her fault. She’d wondered if he’d thought too highly of himself, but when she’d risked spending time with a different guy, he’d complained of the same thing. In the end, it was just easier to focus on her school work and put relationships on the back burner.

“Has a doctor told you that?”

“No. It’s my own belief.”

“Based on what facts?” Vincent asked, seeming to enjoy pushing her a little.

“Based on…oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m talking about this with the two of you. You want the truth?”

Vincent grinned. “Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t, fluff.” He was definitely enjoying himself.

“Fine. It takes an awful lot to…get me going, and I conk out the moment I come…if I come. I just don’t have much of an appetite, which is why I assume I have a low sex drive.”

James exchanged a look with Vincent and then they both grinned and her face got even hotter. Vincent gave her a gentle squeeze and said, “And I’ll bet you’re squeezably soft to cuddle with when you conk out like that. Why not let us test that theory with you? We’ll take our time and won’t push you past the point of endurance tonight. When we fall asleep tonight, you’ll finally know the truth about this low sex drive you keep professing.”

Gawd! Figures they’d take it as a challenge! “Fine.”

James lifted her other foot which shifted her position in Vincent’s lap a little and a soft growl emitted from Vincent’s throat.

“You don’t seem worried about it,” she said, pushing a little bit because she really was worried about it. She’d be so embarrassed if she actually fell asleep when they still wanted to play.

“We’re not,” James said as he kneaded her foot and slowly worked his way up her calf. “We already told you we won’t push you past the point you’re comfortable. You’re making me harder just talking about it.”

“I like the challenge,” Vincent said, confidence in his voice as he looked down at her and stroked her cheek. “So that leaves just this worry you have that you’ll disappoint us.” At her silent nod he continued. “You’re here with us, giving us a chance. I’m not the least bit disappointed. I am, however, looking forward to lifting you from this tub, taking you to the bed, and fucking you until we’re both in a coma.”

She processed his words, and the fact that his vulgarity didn’t offend her. When he used the word “fuck,” it was sexy, as softly spoken as if he’d chosen a more romantic, intimate word. In fact, she wanted him very much to fuck her into a coma. She looked down and realized she was playing with the dark hairs scattered across his chest. His nipples were hard nubs beneath her fingertips and she bit her lower lip as she stroked a wet fingertip on the sensitive flesh and watched it react. She looked up at him and smiled when he did. She took another sip of sangria and realized the glass was nearly empty.

Vincent cupped water in his hand and let it trickle over her own tightened peak and she mewed at the erotic sensation that zinged from her nipple to her pussy. The heat between her legs grew into a torment, but she didn’t know what to do, what move to make. As if understanding, they took control.

James rose to his knees and placed both of her feet at the outside of his hips, spreading her enough that her pussy lips parted and the water caressed her swollen clit. Vincent leaned her against him and pressed his forehead to her temple and caressed her breasts. Licking his lips, James leaned forward and kissed her. His natural masculine scent, mixed with the lavender fragrance combined to create an intoxicating blend. His lips were warm and soft as they caressed hers in a gentle entreaty. She opened for him and he stroked her tongue with his as he took the kiss deeper, caressing her jaw with one hand while sliding his other hand along the outside of her thigh under the water.