He brushed his hand along her cheek. “Rick and I have waited a long time for you to come along. To be honest, I doubted you would. Now that you’re here, we’re not going to lose you. I promise you that the next time Rick’s bullshit gets in the way, I’ll take a two-by-four and knock him upside that rock he calls a head.”
The sizzle had grown, overwhelming her until all she could think to do was to kiss him. Yet, it didn’t feel…whole. Not without Rick.
She lifted her eyes to his. “Would you take me upstairs? I want you. Both of you.”
He shoved the door open. “Damn straight I will.”
When she tried to get out, he snatched her into his arms. She let out a yelp, then pressed her body to his. Feeling like the heroine in a romance, she clung to his neck as he took her inside the house.
“Rick. Upstairs. Now.”
Rick held a bottle of wine and was about to take a drink straight from the bottle. Setting the wine down, he didn’t question his brother. Instead, he strode toward the staircase and followed them upstairs.
Gunner was like a man possessed as he moved down the hallway. She kept her face against his chest. First a loud bam then a boom startled her as Gunner kicked open a bedroom door and let it slam against the wall.
He tossed her on top of a large bed. She only had long enough to wonder whose room it was before he started tearing off his clothes. Rick stalked into the room and began disrobing, too.
Maybe it was her need for them. Maybe it was her love for them. Whatever the reason, they seemed to grow larger in build and sexier every time she saw them. She remembered their brick-wall bodies, but now those walls had enlarged, becoming massive mountains that hovered over her. She didn’t move, fearful that she would break the charm they shared.
They came together, one brother as handsome as the other. Their jaws were locked, their eyes ablaze with the strange amber color. Wide shoulders led down to narrow waists that pointed toward their curved, purple-veined cocks. Her breathing became gasps, her heart rate doubled.
“Mallory, we want you to stay. Do you understand that now?”
She nodded at Gunner, her voice lost in the effort to breathe.
“We want you to stay,” repeated Rick. His mouth worked as though he wanted to say more, but couldn’t.
She knew how he felt. Too much emotion whirled around her and robbed her of her speech. Would she ever talk again? Would she ever feel the need to do so?
“We won’t ask you to promise us more than that. But promise that, for now, you’ll stay.”
At last, her words found her voice. “I promise.” She wanted to order them to come to her, yet agonized that she’d do or say something wrong.
“But you have to know.” Gunner skimmed his eyes over her, torching the kindling of her desire as no ordinary match ever could. “We can be rough. That’s how we like it. If you’re going to stay with us, then you have to get used to it.”
“Tell us, Mallory.”
Rick hadn’t spoken loudly. He didn’t have to. She would’ve hung on his slightest whisper. “Yes. I accept.”
Rick lunged at her like a mountain lion jumping off an overhang and landing on its unaware prey below. But she wasn’t unprepared. She grabbed for her shirt, but it was a useless move.
Rick had already torn it away.
A growl came along with Gunner’s attack. As Rick bent low and snagged her bra with his teeth, Gunner took hold of her shoes and tossed them aside. Her bra went flying away as Gunner tugged off her jeans and panties in one swift tug.
Rick took her arms and pulled them over her head. She cried out, but the sound was muffled as he crushed his lips to hers. He was rough, both with his hands that enclosed over her breasts and with his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. He tasted of wine and more, of the indescribable flavor that was all his.
She moaned, her body only now recovering from the shock of their assault. Arching her back, she pushed her hard nipples against his palms, determined to tempt him to pinch, twist, or bite. His kiss deepened, as nibbles on her lower lip became hard, quick bites that stung her flesh.
Her world whirled around her as the weight of their bodies sank her into the mattress. Every inch of her was alive with the buzz of the energy that passed from one to the other, then back again. She gave in to the sensation as it warped over her skin like a thousand tiny bees, giving her pleasant stings.
Gunner’s wrists surrounded her ankles. She kicked out in a natural defensive reaction, but it did no good. The softness of fur wrapped around each one as he stretched her legs out and upward.
Surprised, she jerked her head to the side to see past Rick. Black cuffs lined with red fur were attached to cords that he’d tied to each of the two bed posts. With a wicked grin, Gunner yanked on the cords, sliding her body over the bed while raising her legs higher and her butt off the mattress.