Page 18 of Double Dirty

Leo stood up, his arm anchoring me to him, pulling me flush against his hard body. My own body flared in response, remembering a few short hours ago when that thick hardness was buried inside me, stretching me to grip the heavy thrusts. I swallowed hard, gripping his arms for balance as he backed me up. We were on the sectional couch, and then his fingers were on the buttons of my blouse, sliding them free. His big, hot hand moved inside the fabric to find my breasts that were already achy andheavy with arousal. He palmed one with the big, rough hand and I knew he felt me shudder.

“You like that, baby?” he said, his mouth on mine. He parted my lips, opened me effortlessly for his tongue.

I felt a heaviness low in my belly, a needy impulse that made me twist in his grip as he dragged his tongue along the roof of my mouth. I was panting.

“I want you, Leo. How can I ever stop wanting you?” I whimpered.

“Never stop, baby. You never have to.”

“I have a new idea,” Rafe said, emptying the last of the wine into his glass, taking a drink. He joined us on the couch. I shuddered with anticipation, every filthy fantasy I’d been afraid to admit to myself rushing forward. I knew my cheeks flushed red.

“I have feelings for you both. I’m attracted to you both,” I tried to say, but I was slurring a little from all the wine.

“You can have anything you want, Lexi,” Rafe said, his mouth on mine.

I was still on Leo’s lap, Leo’s fingers plucking at my sensitive nipples, his hands hot inside my blouse. But it was Rafe who was twisting my hair away from my face so he could kiss my jawline, my cheek and the corner of my mouth. It was the same way I’d kissed him that first time, the tentative brush against the edge of his mouth. I wrapped one arm around his neck as he kissed me.

While Rafe was kissing me, Leo fastened his mouth to my nipple, sucking me hot and wet through my lace bra. I gasped, and Rafe took my cry in his mouth, drawing on me low and deep. A long shudder rolled through me, their mouths on me both at once. I was whispering yes into Rafe’s mouth, my tongue mating with his. Then I wrenched my mouth from his to meet Leo’s eyes. He took my mouth withhis, kissing me so deeply I could have wept. I groaned and ground myself against his growing erection. I reminded myself I was safe with them. They wanted me like this. I could go a little wild if I wanted to.

So I did.

I took Rafe’s hand, the one that was caressing my bare neck, and guided it down inside my open blouse, let him fondle and pluck at my nipples. I felt his hands drag my shirt the rest of the way off, his mouth travel from my shoulder and collarbone to the slope of my soft breast. Teasing the tip of his tongue around the rim of my nipple, he drove me mad. I whispered please, please into the heat of Leo’s mouth. I didn’t know what I was begging him for, because I was already getting everything from two gorgeous men.

Then Rafe was pulling me up. Confused, I looked at him. “This way,” he said, turning my body, lying me across Leo’s lap. Leo grinned and bent over me, his lips on my forehead, my nose, my mouth again. He was an amazing kisser, tender and lewd at once. I felt my body rev up, wetness coating my sex and my upper thighs. That was where Rafe was, my upper thighs. He worked my pants down, yanked them off. Before I could ask what he was doing, his mouth was low on my stomach, a thrum starting just below my belly button, a throbbing as my sex started to clench around nothing, empty and longing. Then his mouth was hot and wet, flitting between my legs. He dragged the warm flat of his tongue along the seam of my sensitive, throbbing slit. I whimpered. Even through my panties it was a sharp sensation. My head went back, Leo’s tongue sliding fully into my mouth. The strokes of his tongue somehow matched up with what Rafe was doing, flicking his tongue against my swollenbud, his thumbs stroking the puffy, quivering lips of my pussy.

I was crying out in no time, legs jerking on either side of Rafe’s head. I felt his stubble scrape the inside of my thighs, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. I bucked against his mouth, shaking. Leo trailed his blunt tipped fingers down my neck and chest, dipping his fingers into the lacy cup of my bra as my breasts strained against the fabric, my chest heaving with every breath. He plucked at my nipple, pinched it softly, sent a bolt of sharp, white-hot pleasure down my body. I bucked against Rafe’s mouth again, screaming my pleasure into Leo’s parted lips, his tongue lapping up my cries, soothing me at the same time he drove me to the brink of madness. Still jerking with shocks of pleasure, I curled in on myself, trembling. I pulled away from them both, a sob catching in my throat. It had been too much, too intense. I had felt claimed, ravished, and worshipped all at once. I’d had two mouths, two wicked tongues, four questing hands lavishing attention on my body. A shudder of remembered bliss racked my body again at the thought.

“Hey, come here,” Rafe said. I shook my head but crawled into his lap as he had asked.

He cradled me against his chest, kissed my hair and stroked my back. Leo came close, took my hands and kissed them. I stroked his face, his cheeks and jaw with tears in my eyes.

“How is this possible?” I whispered incredulously.

“How is it not?” Rafe said. “We were open with each other from the beginning that we each wanted you. That we were up for anything if you made the move, that we’d never fight over you. Doesn’t it make sense that we could share? That the three of us together had such an easy time fittingtogether that it’s a natural extension of that closeness. We both want you. We both protect you. We both go crazy over you in the white t-shirt you sleep in or the sheep tank top—really, all your pajamas are filthy to look at,” he smirked.

“Really? I thought they were just worn out and cheap.”

“Trust me, baby,” Leo said, his hands stroking my wrists and arms, “Nothing about you is worn out or cheap. Whatever you have on I always want to peel off. Have you even found all the buttons from this morning?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t know this was possible. I never knew I was allowed to want this.”

“Do you then?” Rafe pressed. “How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable?”

I shook my head, let my grin break through, “No, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world right now. You’re both incredible. I can’t believe you even still like me, much less that you want to—”

“Be with you,” Rafe finished for me.

“Stay together,” Leo said.

“So where do you want to sleep?” Rafe said, “His place or mine?”

“Until this morning when I fell asleep with you,” I said to Leo, “I’ve never shared a bed.”

Leo gathered me into his lap, kissed my temple and the top of my head. He rocked me back and forth softly. I felt something unknot inside me that I didn’t realize was there, something tense and lonesome. Tears sprang to my eyes. I felt so loved, so cherished. I felt Rafe’s big hand on my back, stroking in slow circles, soothing me. I was surrounded by people who cared about me, extraordinary, compassionate men who were sexy as hell. Men who were strong and confident enough to share me without jealousy or silly macho posturing. The kind of man a girl meets once in a lifetime ifshe’s damn lucky. And here I was, twice in a lifetime, with two of the best, most incredible guys ever.

“I want to stay here with you. For as long as you’ll have me,” I confessed, reaching out and hugging them both at once.

I was right. I was the luckiest girl in the world.