Page 33 of Take Me Slowly, Part 1 (Aurora Hollow duet #1)

LEAH

I was putting the finishing touches to a sketch of my rental cottage when a truck pulled up in front of it. From the other side of the road, I watched Connor and Riley step out. Both of them mouthwatering in fitted t-shirts that showed off muscular chests and biceps.

Connor's dark jeans looked painted on, while Riley's track pants framed the shape of his cock like a work of art. Maybe I should draw them naked sooner rather than later.

Closing my sketchpad, I pushed myself up out of my chair and grabbed the opposite corners to fold it.

"Hey." Connor trotted across the road to take the chair from me and tuck it under his arm. "What are you doing over here?"

"You two like that question, don't you?" I teased. Every time I sat down to make art, one of them turned up to ask me that.

"We like to know what you're up to," Connor said easily. "Were you drawing a picture of Riley's cock?"

"Only if it looks like a house," I said with a laugh.

"It's almost as big as a house," Riley called out, looking pleased with himself.

I dropped my gaze to his groin. "How does it fit in there then?"

"I ask myself that every day." Riley grinned. "Every time I put my pants on, I think this is where the seams are going to burst open. And yet, they don't."

Connor laugh-grunted. "You're an idiot. You're big, but you're not that big."

"At least he admits I'm big," Riley said, his eyes still on me.

"I noticed that." I checked for cars before crossing the road.

"Here's where one of you tells me how big I am," Connor said expectantly.

It was my turn to laugh. "You don't need to be told." They were both above average and they knew it. They didn't need me, or each other, to stroke their egos.

"I still like to hear it." Connor gave me a sideways look.

I rolled my eyes. "You're both enormous, okay? I'm sure there's a few jealous elephants out there."

"I would have settled for a horse, but I'll take an elephant." Connor looked smug as fuck. Of course he did.

"Me too." Riley grinned. "Except now I'm starting to think she only likes us for our giant cocks."

I pointed at him. "Just remember, you said that, not me. Is there some reason you two are here this afternoon? Shouldn't you be jumping off a cliff or something?"

"We don't jump off cliffs, we climb up them," Connor said. "Or we will, when we expand to abseiling. That's on the cards for a couple of years from now."

"That's why we're here." Riley's gaze dropped to my sketchpad speculatively, before returning to my face.

"You want me to jump off a cliff?" I asked. That didn't sound appealing. Unless I was attached to a safety harness and a strong rope.

"No, we want you to help us build our business," Connor said.

My good mood faded away. He knew my ability to be physically active was limited these days. I wouldn't even try abseiling. Hell, I'd stay off rock climbing walls. If I didn't, I'd suffer for it later.

I admit to a stab of bitterness for the things I could no longer do. Things I always wanted to try that now were off-limits. I reminded myself there were a lot of things I could do, but the things I couldn't still pissed me off.

Connor must have seen the expression on my face and understood the reason for it. He put the chair down on the grass and placed his hands on my upper arms, his fingers pressing lightly into my flesh.

"We don't want you to help put people in harnesses or any of that shit.

Riley and I were wondering if you wanted to help with the administration side of things.

Answering emails, paying invoices and crap like that.

You could do it from anywhere you like. Then Riley and I can focus on the tour side and expanding the business. "

"You could get a staff discount," Riley offered.

Connor glanced at him. "We're not charging her for any tours."

"One hundred percent discount, who could refuse?" Riley was unruffled.

"Why do you want my help?" I asked, confused. "There must be plenty of people in town with experience doing that sort of thing."

"Maybe, but we want you," Connor insisted. "Are you going to say you don't need to work? Because I know you do. We'll pay you to do something that won't be a strain on your body. Where else in town is going to offer that?"

"Nowhere, I suppose," I admitted. Not to mention the fact I hated the idea of asking anywhere to let me sit as much as I needed to, or take a day off for a flare-up. With this, I could do both. And if it gave them more time to grow their business, that was a bonus.

"Okay, I'll do it." I nodded firmly. I certainly could use the money. A few other people had bought my paintings and drawings, but it wasn't enough by any means.

"Of course you will." Connor dropped his hands and leaned over to pick up the chair. "We had no doubt."

"I should have held out longer." I followed them to the front door of the cottage. "Thought about it for a day or two. Made both of you sweat."

"Sweetheart, you already make us sweat," Riley said. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"You say that now, but we haven't started negotiating my hourly rate." I placed my sketchpad and pencil down on the dining table.

"We'll pay the going rate for administrative work, and all the orgasms you can handle," Connor said. He leaned the chair up against the corner of the room. "And we'll let you suck our cocks as often as you like."

"That's generous," I said with a playful hint of sarcasm. They didn't seem to mind fucking my mouth.

"We thought so." Connor cupped my face with his hands and brushed his lips over mine. "Should I fuck that smart mouth of yours right now?"

"I think you should," Riley said. He stood back and crossed his arms.

"I agree," Connor rumbled. He stroked his thumbs over my cheek bones, leaned in and whispered, "Get on your knees." After a moment he added, "Both of you."

Riley dropped his hands to his thighs with a slap before lowering himself to his knees. He took my hand and pulled me down beside him.

"Take my cock out," Connor insisted. He was looking right at Riley.

Riley glanced at me before hurrying to pull it down the zipper off Connor's jeans and tugging them down his hips. Connor's erection sprang free.

"Leah, do you want to watch him suck me?" Connor's voice was already ragged with need.

"Yes," I whispered.

I wanted that so much I could have flooded my panties on the spot. I might as well have; they were drenched as Riley wrapped his hand around the base of Connor's cock and licked his head. The tip of his tongue teasing, licking the bead of pre-cum that had leaked from his slit.

Connor grabbed a fistful of Riley's hair and guided him deeper onto his length.

His eyes smiling, Riley eagerly sucked. At the same time he pumped the other man slowly.

Connor groaned. "Leah's turn." He let go of Riley's hair, letting him slide his mouth off and move aside to make room for me.

I inched over on my knees, opened my mouth and took him inside, his cock already wet and warm from Riley.

Riley moved around behind me, grabbed the straps of my tank top and pushed them down my shoulders. My bra straps followed until my breasts were bare. He pushed my tank top down to my waist and unhooked the clasps of my bra to let it fall away.

He reached around to cup both of my breasts, palming my nipples while I went on sucking and licking, teasing Connor. My nipples tightened under his touch, until they were rock hard, and my pussy more needy.

Slowly, Riley moved his hands down my body, over my stomach to the top of my floral skirt. He pushed the elastic waistband down, letting the fabric fall to my knees, then dragged my tank top down with it.

"Lift your knee." He tapped one of them.

I raised one, then the other, letting him push my clothes aside. I knelt on the floor in only a pair of pale pink panties.

"Take them off," Connor ordered.

I glanced up at him, watching his face as Riley eased them down and helped me out of them. This wasn't the first time I'd been completely naked in front of them, but this time it didn't involve pain or the bath.

This wasn't about healing me.

This was about fucking me.

Still behind me, Riley ran his hands up and down my body, parted my thighs and pushed his hands between them. The tips of his fingers slid up and down my folds, dipping into my wetness and spreading it around my pussy.

"How wet is she?" Connor asked.

"Fucking drenched," Riley said. He pushed a finger inside me, then another.

Connor drew his cock out of my mouth and stood back to watch. "Make her come."

Riley rubbed the side of his fingers up and down my clit, pinching my nipple at the same time.

With both men watching me like that, I was aroused as hell. My body quickly screamed for release, which came hard and fast against Riley's hand. He held me tight, working me through my orgasm and down the other side.

"So fucking gorgeous," Connor whispered. He stepped out of his jeans, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

This was the first time I saw him naked. He was all muscle and grooves, interspersed with scars and tattoos in black ink. A dragon down one arm, full sleeve on the other. His cock jutted toward me.

"So fucking ready for you," Riley said. He pulled my upper body back until I was lying over his lap, one hand holding me in place, the other on my breast.

Connor lowered himself to his knees and stepped between my legs, pushing them apart until his cock was pressed against my entrance.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

"I want your cock," I said softly.

"Beg for it," he said.

My tongue slid over my lips. If I didn't feel him inside me soon, I was going to lose my mind.

"Please," I said a little louder. "Please fuck me. I want you inside me."

He gripped my hips, raised them off the floor and pushed his tip inside me. With a grunt, he rammed himself the rest of the way inside, all the way to the hilt.

I cried out and my back arched, but Riley held me in place. Held me tighter when Connor started to thrust, firm and hard, holding back nothing.

"Her pussy feels like fucking heaven," Connor ground out. "So tight. Made for us." He pulled all the way out before slamming back in and thrusting again with strong, even strokes.

Riley pinched my nipple before moving his hand down my stomach and back to my clit, rubbing while Connor thrust into me.

"Come for us," Connor insisted. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Between the way he was hitting me inside and Riley's calloused fingers, I had no defence. I came for a second time, harder and faster than the first, my body pressed against Riley's legs.

"Fuck, Leah," Connor grunted as my muscles tightened around him, forcing an orgasm out of him. He thrust a couple more times before losing himself, spilling his release inside me. He groaned and ground himself against me before sagging, panting and swearing under his breath.

"So fucking good." He took a couple of moments to catch his breath, then rolled off me. "Riley."

Riley worked his way out from under me before pulling me up to my knees. He pushed his track pants down and knelt behind me. With careful hands, he parted my legs. His breath was warm on my ass.

He pressed a finger inside my pussy.

"You look good with Connor's cum trickling out of you, but I want it in there when I fuck you." He pushed it in carefully, then gripped my hips and pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy.

"Wait." Connor searched around in the back of his jeans before pulling out his phone. He held it up in front of him and nodded. "I wanted to capture this moment. Go on Riley, fuck our woman."

"With pleasure." Riley pushed himself the rest of the way inside me and moaned. "You're right, she does feel like fucking heaven. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them while thrusting slowly and carefully.

The floor was hard on my hands and knees, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I'd never been with two men at the same time, much less with one filming us.

"You should see yourselves," Connor said. "You're fucking hot. You can watch it with Riley's cum inside you."

My face heated, but I might watch out of curiosity. Hoping like hell I looked as good as I felt.

Riley thrust a few more times, frantically, before crying out my name as he came, filling me with even more cum, until it was overflowing, spilling back over his cock and down my thighs. Warm and sticky.

He sagged against my back, holding me with his hands still around my breasts.

"Now you're fucking ours," he whispered. "Let's get you cleaned and comfortable."

He looked worried as he helped me to my feet. As if it was only just occurring to them it might be a bad idea to fuck me on the floor.

I might hurt tomorrow, but today I didn't care. I'd never been so thoroughly fucked.