Wild Lust(35)

“It’s wrong. Can’t you see that?” Blane spoke to him, but his focus was on the shapely figure above them. “We’re still lying to her, but we’re going to take her to bed? It doesn’t seem right.”

“We’ve already taken her separately. How much worse can it be to take her at the same time?”

Blane shook his head. “I don’t know. I want to go along with you, but—”

Charlie faced the curtain, glanced down, and looked straight at them. They could see her breasts, her raspberry nipples peeking upward on the swell of her breasts. Her slender body was outlined by the light of the moon, showing every curve from the soft fullness of her face down to the curve of her hips.

“Remember, we did save her life today.” Reese’s voice was almost guttural with his desire. His cock strained against the front of his jeans, and if he didn’t get relief soon, he’d die from his jeans cutting his cock in half.

“I guess you could say that.” Blane licked his lips. “Do you think she knows we’re watching her?”

“I think she’s counting on it.”

Reese left his brother behind as he hurried to the door. Leaving it open for Blane, he took the steps two at a time as he bounded toward the guest bedroom.



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Charlie stepped away from the window. Even if she hadn’t seen them striding toward the house, she would’ve sensed they were coming. Their connection or link or whatever it was between them felt stronger, more vibrant the more times she came into contact with them. She knew they were still holding back a secret, yet it didn’t matter whenever she thought of them lying next to her, running their hands and tongues over her. She’d waited long enough to have them both in bed with her.

She walked to the bed, pulled down the covers, and slipped between the sheets. Spreading her hair out like she’d seen other women do in movies and in men’s magazines, she positioned her body in a seductive way.

Reese opened her door without knocking with Blane coming in right behind him. They stopped, side by side, twin gods to her vixen.

The air in the room changed, charging with the invisible connection that was always there whenever the men came around her. Thickening with energy, the air felt heavy with a primal blend of male and female pheromones mixed with a wild edge of abandonment.

“Charlie.” Blane stared at her, his eyes alight with adoration. The expression on Reese’s face wore more carnal lust than Blane’s, but she could smell both men’s arousal.

“Come on in, boys.” She slid her gaze over their bodies. “No, that’s wrong. I shouldn’t have called you boys. You’re men with a capital M.”

Reese came to one side of the bed as Blane took the other side. “And you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Blane took hold of the sheet covering her and yanked it away. His quick inhale matched her gasp. “Reese is right. But I think you’ve got to be the sexiest woman in the entire world. Not just the sexiest one I’ve ever seen.”

Reese nodded, his hot gaze on her breasts. “When he’s right, he’s right.”

Blane started to sit on the bed then stopped. A wicked smile filled his face. “We liked the show you did in the window, but you can’t do that anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Yeah, bro. Why the hell not?”

“Because you don’t know who else might be watching. Rupert was in the barn. He could’ve seen you, and we can’t have that.”

She pouted, just enough to make her lips fuller. “But I liked giving you a show.”

Reese’s chuckle sent a rush of heat into her pussy. “No one said anything about not giving us a show. Give us one now.”

Charlie couldn’t have asked for anything better. She started to sit up then thought better of it. Instead, she ran her hands over her breasts, fondling them, making them bounce the way she knew they’d like. Using her index fingers, she played with her nipples, pinching them, tweaking them as she made soft, pain-filled oohs of desire. She turned one breast loose to cup the other and massaged the swollen peak with her palm.

Reese shifted on his feet, and she could see how badly he needed to set his cock free. “Reese, give me a show while I keep going. Take off your clothes and stroke your cock. I want to see it glisten with pre-cum.”

“What about me?” Blane had already started to pull his shirt over his head.

“Wait a minute, Blane. Let me enjoy Reese’s show first. But don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”

Reese threw his shirt to the floor and was working on the button on his jeans. She trailed her tongue over her upper lip and got a growl from him.