Broken Surrender (10 page)

“Well, you’re in luck. I’ve dated enough for
the both of us, and I know that the most important thing in a
relationship is communication. As long as you’re willing to be
honest with us both and tell us if we’re overwhelming you, then I
don’t see how we could fail.”

She wanted to believe him, desperately. Fear
was holding her back. Fear of what others would say, and she
doubted that she’d be able to keep up with one of them, much less
both. She was disabled after all. It wasn’t like she could make
love all night long with one man and then spend the next night in
bed with the other.

“Um, in a ménage relationship, do all three
people sleep together?” she asked, feeling embarrassed to even
ask.

“Sleep in the same bed, yes, but Silas and I
aren’t into each other, or men in general for that matter. You’d be
in the middle every time. If for some reason that’s not okay with
you, just say so. There’s no reason we can’t make our own rules,”
he explained. “I know how my friends live, and they all have great
relationships, but that’s what works for them. Silas and I want
what works for us.”

It sounded perfect—and terrifying. Two men
who doted on her and wanted nothing but the best for her. What
woman wouldn’t want that?

“Can I think about it?” she asked
tentatively.

“For as long as you need, sugar.” He
whispered into her ear, “But don’t expect us to stop trying to
convince you.”

His hands came around, and for the first
time, he cupped both of her breasts, drawing her tightly against
his chest and making her gasp. His grip on her tits was firm to the
point of pain, but it turned her on. She could feel the hard ridge
of his erection against her ass, and she couldn’t resist grinding
against him.

“Fuck yeah, that feels good,” he growled
against her neck. “Keep that up, and I’ll embarrass myself.”

She laughed and repeated the movement.
Jeremy responded with a nip to the tendon between her neck and
shoulder and she felt her knees wobble. “Don’t!” she heard herself
gasp.

“Why not?” He did it again. “Because you
like it?”

She groaned.

“Does it make you hot, Sarah? Are your tits
tingling from my hands?” His words were sending her body
temperature even higher, and she could hear herself whimpering.
“Are you wet? Do you want me to touch you? Make you come?”

“Please!” she gasped.

His hands slid down her torso and then back
up underneath her blouse. The calluses on his palms made her skin
ultra-sensitive, and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into
his palms. After a few moments, one of his hands drifted lower,
back over her abdomen to the front of her jeans where he
stopped.

“Ask me, Sarah,” he demanded firmly.

When she whimpered and tossed her head, he
huffed.

“Ask me for what you need or I’ll stop.”

That thought was like ice water in her
veins. She needed to orgasm so badly she could barely think
straight, and she heard herself whisper, “Please Jeremy. Make me
come.”

Without another breath, his hand dove
beneath her zipper and under her panties. He cupped her mound, the
tip of his finger sliding up and down the slit. He rumbled his
pleasure against her when he found her dripping wet. “Damn, baby.
You’re hotter than Hades. Let me make you feel good.”

Her eyes clenched shut, and Sarah gave
herself completely to his touch. He masterfully slid his finger
between her swollen pussy lips to her clit. He teased her to the
brink and then thrust deep inside of her with no warning. The
delicious combination made her explode from the inside, and she
shuddered violently as she cried out his name. Her own voice echoed
back to her off the trees, but she was so lost in a sexual haze she
barely noticed.

What she did notice was Jeremy’s sensual
gaze as he turned her in his arms, and softly kissed her. In that
instant, something seemed to click into place between them, and she
felt at home.

“I’ve been dying to do that since that night
I ran into you at the bar,” he said, stroking his hands over her
body.

“You didn’t even know me.”

He shrugged and kissed her, “Call it kismet.
I felt a spark the moment I saw you.”

“You know, you’re quite the charmer.” She
rubbed her tender breasts against his chest. The friction from the
material between them and the firm muscle of his pecs made her cunt
quiver, but she mentally shushed herself. After that mind-blowing
orgasm, he deserved a reward. “I want to see if you can keep that
silver tongue working while I’m…”

Sliding down between his thighs until she
was on her knees, she massaged his hard cock through his jeans, and
stared up into his eyes.

“That’s not necessary—”

“Shut up and enjoy it,” she scolded,
releasing the snap at his waist. She didn’t have to let the zipper
down because it unzipped from pure pressure, and she quickly came
face-to-face with the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Suddenly, she
was completely unsure about her plan, and she gawked at the thick
member in front of her.

Jeremy grimaced and reached for it, pushing
his erection back into his pants. “I’m sorry, I should have warned
you.”

“Warned me?” she asked. “How exactly would
you have warned me?”

“Um, well, I don’t know.”

He looked so disappointed and embarrassed
that her heart squeezed in her chest. It would be a tight fit, but
she was damned sure going to do her best to give him a good blow
job. Pushing his fumbling hands away, she opened his pants and took
his cock in her hands.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You might
be bigger than any man I’ve been with, but that doesn’t mean it
won’t work.” She winked up at him and then licked the crown of his
cock, “And I’m always up for a challenge.”

His groan of pleasure and satisfaction was
music to her ears as she slid her mouth over his dick and began
using her hands to stroke his shaft. It was obvious she wasn’t
going to be able to do any sort of porn-star deep throating, but
that didn’t mean she couldn’t make him happy.

Lubing him up with her own saliva, she added
a bit of a twist to her hand motion and his breathing increased. A
quick glance up at him assured her that she was on a roll. Even in
the dim light she could see his cheeks were flushed, and the sound
of his panting was a hell of a turn-on.

As she circled his cockhead with her tongue,
she felt him brush her hair away from her face, and she angled her
head so that he could see her better. If he wanted to watch, she
was damn sure going to give him a show. Doing her best to
impersonate the sexiest siren she’d seen, she pursed her lips and
blew across his sensitive dick before sinking her mouth down over
the chilled flesh again. He tasted like deep, dark whiskey, musky
and slightly tart, but deliciously sinful.

She had to admit this was the best blow job
she’d ever given. Of course, it wasn’t like she had a ton of
experience, but Jeremy seemed to approve. The sounds he was making
were lethal to her own libido. She found herself dripping cream
into her panties, and aching to get him inside her. Without
preplanning and preparation though, she was hesitant to try it, so
instead, she just kept up her pace, sucking, licking, and stroking
him as he moaned and panted, his hands clenching at his sides.

In her haste to reward him for making her
explode like fireworks she hadn’t taken into account the physical
nature of giving a blow job in the middle of the forest, and now
she found herself trying to ignore the rock that was digging into
her right knee, and the buzzing of locusts in the trees around
them.

Jeremy cupped her chin, stopping her motion
for a moment, and she frowned up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“You seemed to get distracted all of a
sudden. Just making sure you were still with me.”

She pulled back, and she glanced away. “No,
I’m here. I just—”

“You’re just on your knees in the dirt with
no cushion, and you’re hunching your shoulders which is probably
hurting your back,” he said firmly, pushing his cock back into his
jeans. “As much as I love feeling your mouth on me, baby, I don’t
ever want you to hurt yourself trying to give me head.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel
as good as you made me feel.” She felt ashamed and embarrassed that
she’d failed him.

Reaching out, Jeremy took her hands and
helped her to her feet before he stood and adjusted his erection,
zipping his jeans up. Hands free again, he took ahold of her head,
and held her gaze. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life,
Sarah. The only word to describe it is heaven, but I have no doubt
that it will be nothing compared to the first time I sink into your
hot pussy.”

Without waiting for her response, he
captured her mouth with his and drew her hard against his chest,
showing her without words how much he wanted her. Giddy with desire
and the afterglow of an orgasm, she let him lead her back to the
truck. It wasn’t until they’d been driving for several minutes that
she realized they weren’t headed to her apartment.

“Um, Jeremy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“My place is on the other side of Main
Street.”

He shot her a cocky grin. “Yep, sure
is.”

“So, where are you taking me?”

They turned into the driveway of a two story
farm house with pale yellow paint and dark brown shutters. Without
a word, he shut off the engine and jumped out of the truck. When he
opened her door and reached to lift her down, he kissed her
again.

“Welcome to Casa de la White.”

The front screen door creaked open, and she
glanced over to see a grinning Silas leaning against the door frame
watching them.

Silas was stunned to see Sarah climbing from
Jeremy’s truck, but he tried to cover it the best he could with a
flirty smile. “Please tell me she followed you home and you want to
keep her?”

Sarah’s laughter had a slightly nervous edge
to it, but it still sounded beautiful. “I promise I’ve had all my
shots. The Army saw to that.”

“Damn right they did. And the nurse I got
wasn’t even half as pretty as you, sugar.” He took her in his arms
and gave her a gentle kiss, rubbing her back gently as if he could
rub the tension from her muscles.

“At least you got a female nurse. A lot of
the soldiers weren’t that lucky.” She glanced over her shoulder at
Jeremy and wrinkled her nose. “So um, what now?”

“Now we go inside,” Jeremy responded simply,
holding the screen door so that she and Silas could enter the house
first.

Inside, Silas watched Sarah as she looked
over their childhood home. He tried to see it through her eyes. The
smoke-stained fireplace he’d been meaning to clean up was framed by
a rough, cedar mantle; his father had always planned to take it
down and apply another coat of varnish to it. The beat up sofa was
covered with an old bedsheet to hide the stains that years of wear
and tear had inflicted on its surface. All of the various surfaces
were cluttered with evidence of the two bachelors that lived there.
It was definitely not the way he’d hoped to show it to her.

“Um, sorry about the mess.” He glared at
Jeremy. “If I’d known we were going to have company I would have
cleaned up a bit.”

“Spur of the moment decision, bro. Besides,
I doubt Sarah is here to check up on our housecleaning skills.”

Sarah smiled at both of them, and shook her
head. “Nope, but I must admit, Sarge, it’s a shame to see your time
in the Army taught you nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes and propped his hands
on his hips. “I’ll have you know my bed is made up perfectly,
soldier. If you’d like to check, I’d be happy to show you.”

Her cheeks turned light pink, and she looked
away nervously. “You guys have anything to offer a girl to
drink?”

Exchanging a look with Jeremy, Silas headed
for the kitchen. “Beer, soda, or water?”

“Beer would be great,” she said, moving a
jacket from the one and only armchair in the room to take a
seat.

Silas tried not to take her nervousness
personally. Under the circumstances, he figured she was handling
things pretty well; put in her shoes, he’d most likely be having a
panic attack. He had to focus on the positive. Jeremy had managed
to get her here, and by the looks of her kiss-swollen lips, he
didn’t have to use force. That must mean she was interested in a
ménage on some level.

Returning to the living room, he found Sarah
alone. “Where’d Jer go?”

“He said he wanted to change out of his
jeans,” she answered, accepting the beer and popping the top to
down a few gulps.

Silas settled on the end of the sofa closest
to her and propped his foot up on the coffee table. “Were they
dirty?”

“No, um—”

“Fuck no, they were squeezing the shit out
of my cock and balls.” Jeremy answered as he came down the stairs
in a pair of loose-fitting sweats and a white t-shirt.

Sarah’s face turned bright red for a moment,
and then she burst out in a loud laugh. “It’s your own fault,
cowboy. You’re the one who stopped me mid-blow.”

Silas’s cock reacted instantly to her dirty
statement, and he choked on his own spit trying to speak. “Um,
someone care to explain?’

Jeremy dropped down to sit on the edge of
the coffee table, knocking Silas’s foot to the floor before he
reached for Sarah’s foot and removed her shoe. “This little lady
has a very wicked mouth, bro. As hot as it was, I couldn’t stand to
see her hurting herself just to give me head.”

“She—you—head?”

Rolling her eyes, Sarah giggled, “Catch up,
Sarge. I was on my knees in the woods sucking Jeremy’s cock, and he
stopped me because my back was hurting.”

Silas stared at the two of them in shock.
Not only had things progressed a lot faster than anticipated, but
it seemed his brother was determined to keep the ball rolling.
Jeremy had divested her of her shoes and socks and was rubbing her
bare feet and lower calves.