“No. They were getting farther apart. Hardly ever had them until the other night when they started up again.”
“You’ve spent a lot of years overcoming your past. It’s understandable. We are forcing you to drag up emotions and feelings long tamped down.” Charles raked his fingers up and down her arm so delicately she could barely feel them.
Jessica stretched out between her men. Thank God for their warmth and support.
“Want to go for a run?” Reese stilled.
“What? Now?” Jess stared at him.
“Why not? Sometimes when I can’t sleep I shift and tear off into the night until I wear myself out.” His smile melted something in her by a degree.
“No.” Her head shook back and forth as if not even attached to her body. She wasn’t ready for that. Didn’t even know if she’d ever be.
“It’s okay. No pressure. Just a suggestion,” Charles murmured. “Whenever you’re ready.”
What if that’s never?
“Don’t worry. You’ll feel like shifting one of these days.” Charles squeezed her hand and held it.
“Christ, you’re in my head.” She glanced from one to the other.
Reese chuckled. “Go back to sleep, love.” He snuggled alongside her and kissed her cheek. “We’re right here. Nothing will happen to you.”
She didn’t doubt that. It was so warm and cozy between these men she couldn’t even imagine what a relationship would be like with only one man. Wouldn’t her backside get cold? Or left out?
She smiled at the thought and then jerked when the rumbling gentle laughter of both men shook her.
God.
* * * *
It seemed like only moments before Jessica became aware she wasn’t quite as warm anymore. It was still dark though. Very dark. Too dark. Her eyes flew open, and she saw nothing.
Her senses went on alert. She could smell her mates. They hadn’t gone far. They were in the room. Why was she chilly?
Hands landed on her thighs and drew them apart. She smiled and reached for the head she knew would be between her legs. Except her hands wouldn’t move.
“Charles? Reese?” Another tug proved her arms were over her head, secured.
“Right here, babe.” The words tickled her ear as Charles spoke in his most seductive voice.
That meant Reese was between her legs. Goose bumps rose all over her sensitive skin. “What…”
“Just relax, hon. Let us pleasure you.” When Reese spoke, his hot breath feathered over her clit. His grip firmed on her thighs, pressing them farther apart. “So sexy.” He inhaled. “The second you awoke your pussy started creaming. You like being tied down, don’t you?”
Jess bit her lip. And blindfolded apparently. Arousal surged through her, centering right in her belly. She whimpered.
“That’s hot.” Charles’ mouth landed on hers as he spoke. He nibbled around her lips and then licked along the seam of her mouth until she opened up. Panting! She’d never been this aroused this fast.
A tug on her wrists proved she was well and truly tied, her hands wrapped together in some sort of soft material that proved to be meticulously and purposefully secure. Each movement heightened her arousal. Her thighs quivered. But Reese did nothing more than breathe against her sex, held wide open to his perusal. Was it light?
“It’s midmorning,” Reese stated. “You were sleeping so soundly we couldn’t resist. And … you were too easy. You didn’t even flinch as we secured you to the headboard and covered your eyes.” He blew on her, purposefully. Damn him. “We opened the window when you still didn’t even budge. And it’s very bright in here now. Your sweet pussy is glistening.”
As if conjured by his words, a sudden breeze tickled her bare skin. She realized she was spread out like a feast before them, and they were gazing at her wide-open sex. Her nipples hardened under the imagined scrutiny, aided by the cool air.
God, what if someone walks by the window?
Charles chuckled. “I believe that excites you even more. Your pulse rate just jumped beneath my lips.” He licked her neck and then sucked right over her carotid artery.
A sudden firm pinch of her nipple dragged a moan from her traitorous throat. How could she be so incredibly aroused by being tied down and blindfolded?
“You’re so responsive.” Charles sucked the offended breast into his mouth.
Instead of cringing away from the teeth he dragged over her pebbled nipple, she arched into his touch, demanding more. But just as quickly, he disappeared.
Jessica released a brief, frustrated exhale, and then her other nipple succumbed to the same assault, a swift hard pinch, followed by a biting suction.