My Calendar Men Boxed Set (3 page)

“That sounds good. I’m starving.” Kayla smiled. “Let’s go eat.” 
Maybe if I stuff food in my mouth I won’t think about them fucking me right now. When did I become such a slut?

Sam led the way to the big, airy kitchen. Because it was made of stone, it was way cooler in that room. Great for the summer but right now it made her nipples hard and goose bumps were all along her arms.  They ate and laughed and she sipped at her drink. She looked at both men and the great camaraderie they shared. That was why this was so easy for them. They shared a bond that went past friends into brotherhood. The meal was delicious and while she ate, she could still feel their hot gazes on her. It still made her think about being with them, how they touched her and made her scream with pleasure.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom freshen up.” She stood impulsively.

Both men did the same, using that country charm.

“I put your bag in the master bedroom where you’ll sleep. There is an adjoining bathroom,” Travis told her.

“Um, how does the sleeping arrangement work?” Kayla asked.

“The master bedroom has a huge bed. We can share it with you if you want or we can each take another bedroom and leave you alone. It’s your choice,” Sam replied. “It’s always been your choice, Kayla.”

She nodded, knowing that this was their way of giving her some control in a situation that could overwhelm most people. Like she said, they made it very easy to like them both. She took the bag and went upstairs. She dropped it on the bed and went into the bathroom. For a moment she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She never remembered having such a twinkle in her eye or a flush in her skin. She felt sensual and more like a woman than she ever thought possible. Two dominant men were hers.  She went back to the bag she had and took out the sexy negligee before putting the bag on a chair in the corner. She threw caution to the wind and decided to seduce the two cowboys.  She slipped it on quickly, cracked the door to the bedroom and plumped the pillow on the bed before settling back against them.

“Sam, Travis, could you come here a second please?” she called.

She heard two sets of footsteps coming up the mahogany staircase and Travis pushed the door open. The both stood in the doorway looking at her posed seductively on the bed. Kayla saw their eyes darken with desire as they stepped into the room and closed the door.

“I’m looking forward to riding tomorrow. Right now, I see two studs I’d like to break myself,” Kayla purred.

She wondered where her bravery came from to talk like that. She’d never done it before but somehow—with them—sexy came easy. They both began to strip quickly. Kayla grinned when Travis hopped around on one foot trying get his boot off.  When they were naked, they moved towards the bed. Travis’s body made one side of the mattress dip while Sam came up on the other. Both their hands touched and caressed her from her neck down to her upper thighs in firm smooth strokes. They left a trail of fire in their wake and when Sam leaned down to kiss her, she was lost. She felt him move to lie on his side and pulled her close while Travis came up behind her. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against the curve of her ass and lips against her neck.

Sam cupped and fondled her breasts and she gasped in pleasure at his touch. Kayla moved her hand down to the jutting length of Sam’s cock and took it in her hand, stroking it lightly from tip to base. His tongue dueled and mated with hers but Kayla was never more aware of the other man behind her. She felt Travis lift her leg and his expert fingers began to play with her clit. She raised her hips and moaned into Sam’s mouth as fire shot through her loins. His long fingers penetrated her pussy and she couldn’t help but pull away and cry out.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she said.

Travis sunk another digit in her wet snatch while Sam hungrily sucked at her breasts.  Travis worked his fingers in and out of her with fervor while her hips pumped against his hand. Her first orgasm rocketed through her suddenly, making her scream and clutch the headboard. The fever inside had returned and led to the desirable insanity that they helped her create. She turned quickly to Travis and got on her knees while her body trembled. She took his hard rod in her hand and wrapped her lips around the engorged tip before taking it into her mouth. He bucked beneath her like the horse he’d broken earlier. His loud groan of pleasure filled the room while he pumped his hips, sending his cock deeper between her lips.

Sam shifted her hips so he was behind her and slipped his cock into her pussy. Kayla thought the sensation of him fucking her from behind would almost driver her mad. While her desire grew to new levels, it reflected in the feverish way she sucked Travis’s cock. She opened her eyes to see his body taut against the bed and his fingers locked into the covers beneath them. His neck was arched and a throaty cry escaped his lips. Sam thrusts intensified until she could hear the slapping sounds as their bodies met.  Travis pulled away from her roughly and she came hard, crying out Sam’s name as he sent her over the edge.

“Your turn to take that pussy again,” Travis murmured, helping her to lie on her side again while she tried to find her breath. “You want that, don’t you? To feel him fucking you again?”

“Fuck me, Sam, yes fuck me!” she cried out. He raised her leg while she was on her side and slipped his cock back inside her with a groan.

He lay still and she shifted restlessly.  “Move, Sam, God move! Make me come!”

“Sssh, baby.” He stroked her back to calm her. “Let Travis take your ass, darlin’. Shhh, settle down.”

How could he ask her to settle down? She could feel the walls of her pussy tremble around his cock. She could see it in his eyes how much he wanted her, still he patiently waited while she was dying from the torture.  She heard a drawer close and Travis settled behind her. His hand joined Sam’s, lifting her leg higher, and she felt his cock press against the sensitive button hole of her ass. Kayla felt him enter her slowly, stretching her and filling her until he was completely buried.

“Oh Jesus, she is so fucking tight.” Travis voice was raw with need.

“Please move, Sam. Travis, I feel…I need!”  She clutched at Sam’s shoulder, slapping it to make her point.

Sam pulled out and thrust back in slowly and she whimpered in delight. Travis did the same and she moaned in pleasure when they caught the rhythm and moved simultaneously. She cried out and almost cried while the sensations rolled though her. Their pace picked up. Travis head was against her back and she could hear his hoarse groans. Sam took her nipple in his mouth and still she could hear his moans. She felt the spiral building, twisting in her belly, felt the heat radiate though her body until the tip of her ears tingled. She lost all conscious thought as she strove for completion and tumbled off the precipice of reality as her orgasm swirled through her.

“God, Kayla!”  They called her name when they came and she felt their hot come fill her. Travis’s body shook behind her while Sam repeated her name over and over again. Their warmth chased away the chill and lulled her into her after glow.

“Do you want us to leave?” Travis asked a while later as they lay together completely sated.

“No, I want you both to stay with me and hold me tonight and every night.” She stoked her fingers through Sam’s hair and lifted Travis’s hand that lay against her thigh to kiss it gently.

“Good,” they said in unison and she laughed out loud.

They got up and cleaned up before slipping between the cool sheets. She had her cowboys, one on each side, caressing her gently and whispering words that made her feel cherished to them both.  Three could make the perfect number after all.

Mr. February

February was cold as hell along the pier in Boston, Massachusetts but inside one of the riverfront town houses in the Peabody Complex the party was jumping. Festive, multi- colored lights decorated the patio that faced the dark water of the bay but the wide sliding doors that led outside were firmly closed against the chill. Luke Carrington looked around the packed room. The guests were all there for him and his best friend, Rodney Phillips. Two of Boston’s finest in the police department who had taken down the biggest drug ring in the last ten years. Rodney had been hurt in the process, a shot in the arm and one in his side.  Out of the hospital and with commendations under their belt, the get-together was neither of their ideas. It was all put together by Rodney’s little sister, Jade.

At thirty, Jade couldn’t be called little. She had legs that went on forever and dark skin that begged to be kissed. Her eyes were round and dark and sometimes when she stared at him, Luke felt like she was looking into his soul. Her full lips were quick to curve into a smile and because of her bohemian style, even in winter, the long skirts and tight tops she wore always showed off her magnificent curves.  He recalled last summer when he took them all sailing, the long flowered skirt she wore was almost see-through and he could see her amazing legs. No, she was no child, and he wanted her like his next breath but stayed away because she was his partner’s sister. They were like family to him, the only one he had, and he didn’t want to breech that invisible line of respect.

Looking at her now he could feel the heat of her gaze. She wanted him too, said it more than once, but always stayed away to respect his honor. But that didn’t stop the want they both felt and one day soon he knew it would erupt. Jade laughed at something another cop said and when the guy put his hand on her arm in a friendly gesture, he felt like he wanted to rip it off and throw it across the room. The cop whispered something in her ear and she laughed again and said something in return before moving away. Luke watched her head upstairs and wondered if this was a rendezvous in the making. The thought made him burn all the more.
No one should touch her.
  Rodney was sitting comfortably between two women who held his attention quite well. Luke made the decision quickly and headed upstairs. His mind screamed no, but his step still led him upstairs.  Rodney’s house mirrored his so it didn’t take much searching. She wasn’t in any of the bedrooms so he knocked on the hallway bathroom door.  She cracked it open and peeked out. Before she could say a word he pushed his way inside.

“Hey, Luke, what the hell is the matter with you!” she exclaimed.

“Were you expecting someone else? Maybe that thick-necked fucker from downstairs,” he growled. “In your brother’s place, Jade, seriously?”

“I came in here to freshen up my make-up—nothing more,” she snapped.

“Right, like I didn’t see you whispering to that idiot downstairs. Is he looking for a little slap and tickle at the party?” Luke asked.

She raised her head defiantly. “And what if he was, Luke Carrington, huh? I’m grown. I can do whom I want when I please.”

“Is that what you can do? Didn’t know you were that kind of girl.”

“You wouldn’t know what I am, would you? Luke, you play the ‘hands-off card’ real well so it’s not any of your damn business,” she retorted.

“I still have to look out for you,” Luke said. “Shit, I’ve know you since me and Rodney were in the academy together.”

“Fifteen years. Yes I can count, Luke, but during that time you’ve failed to see I’ve grown the hell up,” Jade replied. “No wait—you’ve seen—you just don’t want to partake, so excuse other people who like what they see on the plate.”

He took her shoulders roughly. “You think I don’t want you, that I don’t wake up with a fucking hard on every time your face pops into my dreams? Your brother is my best friend.”

“So he gets to get his and you get to be the martyr?” Jade shook her head. “Good for you. Let me know how that works out for ya.”

She turned away to look at the mirror, effectively cutting of his conversation. She pulled her lip gloss out and her eyes met his in the reflective glass.  “Do you need something else?”

“Yeah, I need something alright.”

Luke turned her to him and devoured her lips in a kiss. Not giving her the opportunity to pull away or even struggle before his lips forced hers open, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She made an angry sound and slapped at his arms but then she went pliant and buried her fingers in his hair.  The kiss was intense, the fire he knew she had within her breaking free.
Goddamn she tasted good!
He molded her every curve to him and with a sudden surge of passion he lifted her on to the sink, knocking over her make-up bag and the decorative trinkets that were there.  He wanted to feel the skin that drove him crazy against his hands and his flesh.

“You feel so damn good, Jade. Let me touch you, just… God, I need to touch you,” he moaned against her neck.

“Yes, please touch me.” She arched her neck to his seeking lips.

His hands were under her silky shirt as soon as the word “yes” came from her lips.  He cupped the full globes of her breasts and felt her nipples press into his palms. She felt so good, better that he ever thought possible. Her whimpers in his ear were driving him crazy with need.  His hands went down to her thighs to cup the curve of her ass. He could feel the thin edge of her panties and the temptation was too much to resist.  His hands left her ass and moved around to the front of her panties and slipped his fingers beneath the scrap of fabric. When he felt her pussy warm, wet, and so hot, he groaned in earnest.

“Yes, Luke, do it. I want your fingers deep inside me,” Jade whispered in his ear before biting the lobe with a sharp nip.

He slipped his digit inside her and she gave a breathy cry. He felt her hands burrow between them to fumble with the buckle of his belt. In the confined space there was little room to maneuver. Her heel was braced on the edge of the counter while he fucked her with his fingers. She was soaking wet. He could feel her cream lathering down his hand. Lord have mercy, he was dying from the pleasure of just having his hand buried between her legs. When she finally got his cock free from its confines, the need intensified ten-fold. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft then leaned her head back against the mirror. Luke sucked at her nipple through the shirt she wore.