Alexander, Kortny - Come and Get Me [Whispering Mountain 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

Once her pants and panties were off, he picked her up and placed her on the kitchen table.

“I can’t believe we’re on the dinner table.” She giggled and placed her hands above her head.

“Damn right, gorgeous,” Remy said. He glanced at Kane, and his brother looked as if he was about to explode as he held his cock in his hand, staring at May. “It’s only appropriate. You’re the main course. Keep your hands on the table.”

With that, Remy propped her legs up with his hands and spread her wide. Her folds were glistening with moisture. He leaned forward and let his tongue dance along her slit, soaking up every drop of her essence. May squealed and groaned. Remy tasted her, letting his tongue dip inside her. When she screamed out, the raging urge to be balls deep inside her rushed forward, causing his balls to tighten.

He looked to Kane, who simply nodded.

Remy lined the head of his dick up with her wet, slick folds, stroking and teasing her before he pushed inside. He didn’t stop until he reached home.

His head fell back with a deep groan. “Fits like a glove.”

May moaned her response as she wiggled her hips, as if attempting to get him to move. Remy took the hint. He hooked her legs over his arms and thrust with a fevered pace. With every stroke and every moan he pulled from her, he felt a stronger connection to her. He knew he would never get enough of May.

He suddenly stopped and pulled out of her, placing her legs back up on the table.

“Remy! What are you doing?”

Yep, that’s my woman.
Getting pissed because he stopped fucking her. Moving quickly, he changed places with Kane. They always debated over whether May would be able to tell them apart. They never cared about the opinions of any other woman. Just May. Now was their chance.

“I had a cramp, sweetness. Give me a second.”

She breathed out heavily as her hands slapped against the table. “Sorry.”

The moment she got the word out, Kane had hooked her legs over his arms and slammed into her. He moved faster and faster until the table started to scrape across the floor.

May was screaming out her orgasm, and within seconds, Kane followed.

Just as Kane was pulling out of her and placing her feet gently on the table, May spoke through her pants. “Even with the blindfold I know who’s who.”

Remy and Kane exchanged puzzled glances.

“I know Kane’s hands, cock, and even the way his sac feels when it slaps against my bottom, just like I know Remy’s tongue, the way his hips move when we have sex, and the way he holds my legs. You may be twins, but I know the difference.” She wore a smug grin. “That was great, Kane, but now Remy needs to make me come again.”

“Insatiable little wench.” Kane moved around to the side. He leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips as she giggled once more.

Remy was pushing inside her when Kane stepped back. He was already on the precipice of coming, so he kept his pace slow and steady. May was writhing beneath him. He pressed his thumb to her clit and groaned aloud when he felt her pussy quivering and squeezing his dick.

He moved faster when May started slamming back against him.

“You’re killing me, sweetness.” Remy’s knees wobbled when her orgasm burst forward just as his hit the surface. Remy closed his eyes and kept rocking his hips. He didn’t want to pull out of her. He loved the way her sweltering-hot pussy held his cock hostage, squeezing and coating it with her cream.

Finally, Remy couldn’t move any longer. He leaned forward and kissed May slowly. Her lips brushing against his always sent a jolt of fire through his body. He untied her blindfold and removed it.

The look on her face was one of a woman that was sated and happy. She smiled lazily at him, turning when Kane stepped up to the table.

“Who’s going to bathe me?”

Chapter 12

May couldn’t believe she’d slept half the day away, especially after the incredible time she’d had with her men the night before. She stretched and yawned as she padded into the kitchen, flicking on light switches as she went. She was hungry, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She had stayed in the bed most of the morning battling rounds of morning sickness, which seemed to occur at any time of the day or night. Looking around the kitchen, she was still amazed at how truly beautiful it was. She poured herself a glass of juice as she surveyed her surroundings.

She knew the Durden family owned a lot of land and homes, but this house seemed to be a haven. Walking over to the picturesque floor-to-ceiling windows, she looked out at the fantastic view. It was a wonderful seclusion from the world below. May could imagine a photo of this breathtaking view in a vacation brochure. The sun slowly setting, a couple smiling while snuggling with one another was definitely a selling point.

The house was still. Neither Remy nor Kane had been in the bed when she had woken up. They had nursed her through the nausea and, when she was able to relax under the covers once again, had turned on the television and snuggled up on either side of her until she drifted off.

She figured they were probably working in their office. It didn’t matter. She was capable of entertaining herself. They still had a business to run while they were on babysitting duty.

After the blindfolding practice and several rounds of debauched sex the night before, they had bathed her and even cooked dinner together. It had been an exhilarating experience. May felt somewhat out of place as she tried to help with dinner, failing to mention her cooking abilities bordered on slim to none. The microwave was her best friend. Remy had teased her nonstop, and Kane finally put her in charge of spices and seasonings.

She’d never claimed to be a chef, but between Remy and Kane’s culinary skills, she didn’t stand a chance. May sat on the counter swinging her feet and waited for one of them to tell her when to add a particular ingredient.

They’d talked and laughed, teasing each other relentlessly. The more she observed the brothers and watched how they worked in sync in the kitchen, the more she realized she was falling in love with them.

After dinner, they spent the remainder of the night cozied up on the sofa with the fireplace roaring, watching television. May couldn’t remember the last time something as simple as watching television had been so fulfilling.

As she stood staring out the massive kitchen window, a thought occurred to her.

I need to write down all the things I remember Valerie telling me about her husband, Mr. Timmons. Maybe something will pop up that I missed before.
She shook her head.
I doubt I will learn anything new, but I should at least give it a try.

She headed to her spacious bedroom, pulled the notebook and ink pen from the bag she had tossed on the floor, and sat down on the bed. She did a double take with the ink pen.
Hmmm, must have swiped it from the receptionist.

It had taken her a while to find her nearly perfect ink pens, and she bought four or five boxes at a time. This wasn’t one of them. She shrugged. She could have easily swiped it at the bank or anywhere else.

May began writing. She knew Timmons had beaten and tormented his wife. He had completely isolated Valerie, and she had no one to turn to until she started seeing May. Even now, May was unsure how Valerie had managed to find her or even visit a therapist without her husband learning the truth. She believed Valerie must have slipped up somehow, because her husband had found out about her visits and he had told her to stop going.

Valerie had told her over and over how dangerous he was and how she wanted to escape, but she had no way of doing so. She had also told May that she had been questioned by authorities who’d told her they were investigating Earl but never found anything concrete. In one of her sessions, Valerie had told May she had proof of her husband’s illegal activities but was afraid he would find out she was going to turn him in.

It didn’t matter now because Valerie was dead and Earl had set his sights on her. Regardless of how she tried to spin it, this meant she definitely had something that belonged to him. He would not keep coming after her if she didn’t.

“Valerie must have managed to mail me something or sneak something to me without my knowledge.” May hopped off the bed and paced the room. She had been at it so long the sun had gone down. “Think, dammit!”

“Why are you talking to yourself, princess?”

May spun around with a start, only to find Kane propped against the doorframe. Looking at him, at either of them, made her tremble. The way Kane looked at her made her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. It made her feel as if she were the sole object of his desires.

Kane wore low-slung jeans and nothing else. She took a long, slow, and perusing look at him and grinned. She wanted to lick his naked flesh. The man was muscular and downright sexy. There was a glint in his blue gaze as it raked over her body, as if he was hungry for something other than food. When his tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his lips slowly, she felt her pussy flood with cream.

Oh boy!

She was frozen where she stood, and he didn’t move.

“Take off your clothes.”

All other thoughts subsided as his husky voice poured over her like silk against her skin, and she felt the goose bumps forming all over her body. She didn’t think or stop to ask questions. May pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

“You have beautiful breasts.”

She noticed how his lips twitched when he said that. He didn’t utter another word, he just watched. May’s hands went to her gray cotton pants. She shoved them down along with her panties and kicked them away.

When Kane cleared his throat several times and stood up straight, she felt her body grow warmer. Her skin tingled and her stomach fluttered nervously. She felt sexy and wanton. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to have an orgasm from the anticipation.

He began stripping as he closed the distance between them. He freely stroked himself in the process. She loved how he was completely different from Remy. Kane was raw and dirty. He would fuck her hard and then fuck her even harder, and she always wanted more. She craved for more, for him, for his brother. For both men.

He towered over her as he stood a breath away from her now, lowering his head until his lips were grazing hers. His soft, disheveled black hair brushed against her cheeks. “How do you want it?”

Her heartbeat sped up. She could feel the vein in her neck pulse harder. May wasn’t stupid. Kane was a predator whenever he was with her. Even if he didn’t say one word, she knew she was always his prey. That’s how he was the very first time they had sex. They’d had sex all night. Sometimes it was Remy then it was Kane, or one in her mouth, or just lying beside her kissing her.

She breathed out hard against his mouth. Why did he make her so nervous? “I want to be on top.”

Kane’s tongue darted out and caressed her lips. She didn’t have time to savor it. He didn’t move. He just breathed his warm breath against her lips as he held her gaze.

May could feel her cream flowing, coating her folds. He still hadn’t touched her, and she was about to explode. Her fingers danced along her thighs, itching to feel the shocking caress of his skin. Instead, she balled them into fists and then relaxed them. She wanted to touch him, but she was afraid to move. His gaze held her, trapped her.

Kane covered her lips with his. The kiss was so gentle, so tender, that it took her by surprise. It was soft, slow, and closed mouth. It was sensual as hell, and May felt the slick essence making its way down her inner thighs.

When she caressed her tongue across his lips, he groaned deep in his chest, pulling her flush to him. He didn’t give her time to think. She didn’t need to. Kane sucked her tongue into his mouth as he wrapped her arms around his neck.

He snaked one hand around her waist as he let the other slide over her butt and further down until he was grazing her folds. He began stroking his fingers against her folds, and May moved in sync. In seconds, her body was trembling. Her skin was hot and prickly as she jerked against his hand.

Kane’s husky voice filled her ears. “Come, baby.”

May cried out as she lay her head on his chest. She was still coming when Kane picked her up and slid his cock deep inside of her and then walked over to the bed.

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Kane held her tight as he got comfortable on her bed. He could feel her muscles spasm as she came. “You feel so damn good.”