Page 35 of Hastings (Brothers in Arms #15)

CHAPTER 35

“M addy,” Hastings asked, forcing her to look at him. “Has anyone ever kissed your cunt?”

“No, but I think I’d like it, your mouths on me,” Maddy said. She watched Stephen as she said it. His face was ruddy, his brow sweaty. He had his eyes closed like he was imagining it, his hands fisted on his knees. She smiled as she watched her very naughty parson. He liked the words, didn’t he? He liked to hear these things about her. He liked her . She cupped one of her breasts and her hand slid down between her legs. “I’m ripe now. God, someone fuck me.”

Stephen grabbed her unexpectedly and dragged her over to him, her knees burning a little on the rough carpet. She liked that, too. She liked feeling so much, liked being almost overwhelmed with sensation. Stephen stood up still holding her arm and she was forced to stand up with him.

“Let’s get you undressed properly, shall we?” he said in a polite voice filled with restrained need. He spun her around and pushed her dress and shift and drawers off over her hips in one motion. Then he pulled her after him to the bed and she nearly fell with the tangle of clothes around her ankles. Hastings caught her and picked her up from behind and followed Stephen, who hadn’t let go of her. Hastings threw her down on her back on the bed and she bounced a little with the force of it.

She loved every minute of it. Every sign they gave her that they were desperate to possess her. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be owned, to be claimed, by these two perfect men. One light, one dark, one sinner and one saint. And all hers tonight. She might never have this chance again, to be with men like this, as herself, just wanting and not hiding anything. She knew she’d never meet anyone like them again, never have a night like this again.

Stephen had let go of her and he stood there staring down at her with hot, wild eyes. She shoved the clothes away with her feet, leaving her in nothing but her stockings.

“Hair down,” Stephen said roughly. Hastings sat down beside her and began pulling the pins out of her hair gently, and she sat up and let him do it, her gaze caught by Stephen’s like a rabbit with a wolf.

“I didn’t know you’d be like this,” she said, embarrassed at how breathless she was, how aroused his rough handling and demands made her.

“I…I didn’t either,” Stephen said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” He turned away, hands on hips. She recognized that now, knew that was what he did when he was trying to get control of himself.

“Don’t,” she pleaded. “Don’t control it. Take me with it. I want it. I want you to want me this much.” These were the secrets she craved. No other woman had seen him like this. Only her.

Stephen didn’t answer her. He just kicked off his boots and pulled the rest of his clothes off. When he was naked, he turned back to her and she could see how hard he was, his big, gorgeous cock standing up against his stomach. Her woman parts clenched in anticipation of holding that inside her.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Hastings whispered, and he was staring at Stephen. “Do you even understand that?”

Stephen laughed, and it was deep and a little wild, not like his usual light laughter. “You two are the only ones who think so,” he said in response. “And that is more than enough for me.”

“I cannot wait to watch you two fuck,” Hastings said, sounding like an eager little boy with a new toy. He’d finished taking down Maddy’s hair and was gently brushing it out with his fingers.

“This is not fucking,” Stephen said firmly. “I’m making love to both of you. Don’t forget that.”

Maddy’s heart constricted in her chest. “I’d like that,” she whispered. She was ashamed of how much she needed to be loved by him.

“Good. My God, you are beautiful.” He climbed onto the bed on all fours, until he was right over her, forcing her to lie under him. He bent and kissed her and Maddy could still taste Hastings in his mouth, and she whimpered at the heat that shot through her cunt. She wrapped both arms around Stephen’s neck and held him ferociously, digging her nails into his shoulders and biting his lip. He kissed her back just as roughly, biting her lips and clasping her to him with one arm so tightly she could barely breath. She was giddy with it, with him, with the heat and passion and desire, and it was Stephen, Stephen, and she clutched him to her as if she could climb inside his skin.

He let her go suddenly and she clung to him. “Let go,” he demanded. He cleared his throat. “Lie down, darling.” She reluctantly let go and lay back down. Stephen rose to his knees and looked at her from her face down to the juncture of her thighs. Then he leaned over and rearranged her legs, spreading them wider. She felt exposed, a tiny little thrill of fear as she wondered what would happen next and forced herself to just lie there and let it happen.

To her surprise, Stephen reached over and grasped the back of Hastings’s head. He pulled Hastings’s mouth to his and kissed him, a deep, slow kiss, and she could see their dueling tongues, watched as their mouths glided from one angle to another. Hastings came to his knees to face Stephen awkwardly because Stephen wouldn’t relinquish his hold on the back of his head.

Maddy was so aroused by their passion she couldn’t wait. She ran her hand down from her breast to her cunt and slid her finger through the cream there. Usually, she never got this wet until after she’d come. It felt so good, and she moaned as she rubbed the hard little button that she knew would give her what she craved. Then Stephen was there, pulling her hand away. He pulled it up to his mouth and sucked on her damp finger. When he released it, he held her palm to his chest, rubbing it over his nipple. She saw him shiver.

“Hastings,” he said, or rather commanded. Hastings came closer and then Stephen was pushing his head down toward Maddy’s cunt. Hastings didn’t need to be told what to do. He put his mouth on her and Maddy couldn’t control the cry she let out at the divine feeling of his tongue lapping her. She couldn’t believe this was happening. That she was here with them, and they were loving her.

Hastings began to kiss her, his tongue sliding inside her passage, and then he tickled the hard bud in her crease. She dug her nails into Stephen’s chest and held Hastings’s head to her with her other hand.

“Yes,” she panted. “This.”

Stephen smiled. “Yes,” he agreed. “This.”

Then Hastings pushed his finger inside her and bit her bud softly and she broke into a million stars.