Brokenhearted Beauty(Divine Creek Ranch 19)(19)

Her eyes grew misty but it wasn’t because she was upset. This moment was more about giving in…finally. “Not calling me fluff anymore?”

She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, before he smooched her. “I wanted to help you get past what was keeping up apart, what was making you miss him so much you couldn’t even look at us or talk to us. He thought you were the sweetest little bit of fluff, Leah, despite your stubbornness. I don’t think he doubted even for a moment that you’d be ours someday. I just didn’t want the endearment, or his memory, to get in the way of you enjoying this night.”

Leah smiled, wanting somehow to make him smile, too. “I thought he called me that because I’m fluffy.” He frowned in confusion and she skimmed her hands over her abundant abdomen, hips and ass. “You know, fluffy, as in full figured.”

He grinned in understanding. “No, although if he was here he’d be the first to tell you he thought every part of you was beautiful.”

“Somehow I don’t think he’d be quite as poetic about it though.”

He did finally smile. “You might be surprised about that, doll. But he did have a way of putting things.”

She turned from the shelves and tucked her head under his chin and pressed her cheek to his chest. Vincent wrapped his arms around her and she noticed the way he trembled just a little. His heartbeat was rapid under her ear.

Delicious heat closed in behind her and she moaned as James pressed close. Both of their cocks were hard, hot brands against her stomach and the small of her back.

Ready, fluff?

Reaching up to both of them, she slid her fingers around the nape of Vincent’s neck and kissed him while rasping her fingernails through the short sandy-blond hair at the back of James’s head and reeling him in for a kiss as well.

Her body vibrated with growing arousal, climbing ever higher as she inhaled their combined scents and shared that moment of communion   with them. Her body clamored to be made love to and she pulled back from James, looking into his eyes and then his brothers’.

“I’m ready.”

She slipped from between them and climbed onto the bed, which was made up with luxuriantly smooth sheets in a chocolate brown color. They joined her as she turned to lie in the center with her upper body propped up on the mountain of pillows. “I sleep with lots of pillows plus a body pillow. I hope some of these are mine.”

James said, “You can have as many as you want but you also have us to cuddle up to now.” He’d left the statement open-ended but she noted his speculative tone.

The men closed in on either side of her, just gazing at her, before laying their hands on her. Vincent enjoyed himself, playing with her breasts, cupping them, and patting them until the nipples were tight rosy peaks.

James seemed fascinated with her bellybutton and spent long moments teasing her with light, tickling touches that made her shudder with pleasure, before his fingertips strayed to her mound.

Heat swirled outward from his touch as he stroked her. Her heart jumped at his groan as he parted her enough to see the throbbing pink flesh within. He licked his lips and then leaned forward oh so slowly. She moaned in anticipation as he flicked his tongue out and dipped it between her lips to taste her juices. His gaze stayed fixed on her eyes as he savored his first taste of her and delved a little deeper. A tremor jolted her and she would’ve thought it was a mini orgasm, except the knot of tension inside her grew tighter instead of abating.

The place between her legs throbbed and she felt such a great need that she finally made it known as she wrapped her hands around both of their biceps. “I want this…now. I’m ready.”

James laid a hand on her upper thigh and murmured, “Open for me?”

She nodded at his querying tone and complied, reaching for the pillows or sheets or something to hold on to. Vincent took her hand and squeezed it as he scooted down so he lay alongside her, which afforded him a front-row seat.

He kissed her as James moved between her spread thighs and kissed a path up to her pussy, shocking her that he didn’t move over her to push his cock inside of her. Instead, he slid his tongue between her lips, taking a deep taste of her.

“You—you don’t have to do that. I’m not…”

James didn’t remove his lips from her oversensitive flesh as he spoke to her. “You’re perfect, honey. I’ve wanted to taste your sweet pussy for so long. Don’t deny me now.”

He licked his lips and demonstrated his sincerity as his eyelids slowly slid closed and he buried his face in her slippery hot flesh. His groan sounded so…pleased…that she couldn’t deny him. Gently pulling her outer lips apart, he licked her with broad strokes until her pussy clenched with each touch, demanding more. He sucked at the flesh around her clit, tugging it into his mouth, until her breathing turned to panting and she thought she’d explode from sheer raw pleasure. Just a little more.