Love Under Two Benedicts(12)
“Yes, Kelsey, take it. Take it, baby.”
His voice crooned as his hand slid down lower to allow his fingers to find her clit. Kelsey screamed as she came, the orgasm exploding out of her, every part of her shaking, feeling, coming, until her body collapsed, her face on the pillow, the climax throbbing through her making her cunt grip and spasm around the cock inside her. She felt his ejaculation and wondered, vaguely, if she would ever be the same again.
Matthew collapsed on top of her, his body heavy but warm and so good she closed her eyes in pleasure. Tiny aftershocks washed through her, and her nipples pinched so tight they hurt.
Matthew lifted himself off her, and the breeze from the window chilled her sweat-dampened body. She shivered, but only once, because a sheet covered her, and then she was joined under it by both men, one on either side.
Steven stroked a hand down her hair. “You’ve needed this for a long time, sweetheart,” he said.
Kelsey could only manage a grunt in response.
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off for you, we’ll have some champagne and a soak in the hot tub. Then we can love you properly.”
More? Kelsey honestly didn’t know if her body could take more. She managed to turn over. Flopping onto her back, she blinked until two handsome, dampened-by-exertion faces smiled down at her. Her mind seized only one sentence, the one that seemed the most outrageous.
“Taken the edge off for me?”
“Well, sure,” Steven said. “We knew it had been a long time for you, and we knew how hot you were burning for us. So we figured a couple of quickies should level the playing field, so to speak.”
Kelsey didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or hit him. She guessed he read her expression because he bent over her and placed a quick kiss on her lips. She saw the laughter in his eyes, but before she could raise the energy to hit him, Matthew stroked his hand down her body.
“Besides, we promised to have you at the same time, and we’ve not done that yet. We don’t want you to think we’re not men of our word.”
Kelsey felt her mouth open in a complete O of surprise. “We didn’t just—”
“Oh, no, babe, that was definitely two instances of one on one. We’re going after two on one, or should I say, two in one. Us being the two, and you being the one,” Steven said.
“But…”
“While we’re soaking, you can tell us how you want us,” Matthew said.
Kelsey wasn’t given any more time to think on the matter. Matthew pulled the sheet off her, and Steven scooped her into his arms.
She started to struggle when she realized she was being carried, completely naked, out to the balcony.
“We’re private here, baby.” Steven subdued her easily. Overhead, the moon shone down, and the summer air kissed her flesh, drying the rest of her sweat and teasing her nostrils with the scent of honeysuckle.
The balcony was massive, and in the corner, bubbling away, a hot tub beckoned. Beside the tub stood an ice bucket, bottle of champagne at the ready.
Steven got into the tub with her, cradling her as the hot water enveloped her. Her sigh as the water soothed her elicited chuckles from both men.
It occurred to her she didn’t mind their laughing at her, that she felt completely at ease and relaxed. She might worry about that later, but right now, she simply didn’t care.
* * * *
“Here.” Matthew handed Kelsey a glass of champagne, then gave one to Steven. He picked up his own glass and wondered if the combination of heat and alcohol would be too much for their woman.
Their woman.
God, he loved the sound of that, the way that thought fit so easily in his mind. He’d taken her harder than he’d meant to, but she’d more than matched him in strength and passion.
She matched him completely.
He looked up, his gaze meeting that of his brother’s. He and Steven had always been close, closer to each other than any of their other siblings. A part of him had always known that one day he and Steven would fall in love with the same woman.
He’d rebelled when he’d been an asshole of twenty-one, had left home and gone to Chicago, determined to live his own life, make his own choices, hoe his own row.
He’d made a complete and utter mess of things.
“Oh, God,” Kelsey sighed, closed her eyes, and eased herself back in the water.
“Want me to take your glass, sweetheart?” he asked.
“No. I want more.” She opened her eyes, met his gaze, then looked at Steven. “I want more,” she repeated.
More champagne, more of them.
“We want more, too,” Steven said, and he stroked his hand down Kelsey’s arm.
When his brother looked at him, Matthew nodded. “Not just more tonight,” Matthew said. “More, period. This isn’t a one night stand.”