Seduced by Two (8 page)

Wishful thinking.

She stifled a sigh but Jensen chose that moment to look at her and his gaze narrowed as if he’d read her mind. She smiled at him as he bent to put the last plate in the dishwasher. She’d have to watch him. He was almost preternaturally perceptive.

She knew Tanner had questions too, but Jensen sensed more of her feelings. She heard it in the tone of his questions and saw it in his expression.

She hated lying to these two wonderful men, truly wished she could spill her heart and her troubles at their feet. She’d only had Tira to complain to and Tira was too close to the situation to give her some much needed perspective.

“So, Nica,” Tanner interrupted her train of thought as he tossed the dishtowel on the counter and walked back to the table. “How’s your ‘Guitar Hero’?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever actually played.” She smiled. “But I’m willing to learn.”

Tanner held out his hand. “Then come with me.”

Putting her hand in his, she let him lead her through the house to a stairwell into the basement.

As the light flipped on, she smiled at the overt masculinity of their grown-up playroom.

A huge TV hung on one long wall, the shelves beneath filled with electronic equipment, DVDs and speakers.

An enormous, leather, U-shaped couch faced the TV and Tanner picked up a remote the size of a paperback book from one of the cushions. After he pressed a few buttons, lights flashed on several pieces on the shelves and the TV hummed to life.

Half an hour later, Nica stood in front of the TV holding a plastic guitar in her hand and laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. Tanner’s fingers flew over the neck of his guitar as Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher” pounded out of the speakers.

“You know, I can type a hundred words a minute but I can’t press three little buttons in succession,” she said, shaking her head as she tried to get her fingers to press the buttons in the correct order. “I can’t believe this game is so hard.”

She tossed a look over her shoulder at Jensen, lounging on the couch behind her. His amused grin nearly took her breath away and stole her concentration away from the little bars and notes on the screen she was supposed to be following.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Jensen said. “Tanner’s a geek. He’s addicted to this game. He must play at least two hours a day.”

“Stress relief.” Tanner’s fingers kept moving with the game, even as he looked at her and winked. “It’s mindless and it’s got good music.”

“And you’re constantly complaining about wanker’s cramp.”

“That…sounds dirty and disturbing,” Nica said as she tried to follow along with the game. Hell, she was playing on easy mode and it was too hard for her.

Both men laughed.

“It just means his hands cramp up from playing the game too much,” Jensen said. “Although…”

“Yeah, well, Jensen’s just jealous,” Tanner said. “I beat him every time.”

“Because you’re a geek with no life.”

Nica laughed so hard she couldn’t keep up and passed the guitar to Jensen for the next song. He took it with a wink as she curled into a corner of the couch, watching the brothers battle each other. They both displayed an intense concentration that reminded her of their complete concentration on her pleasure in bed.

Her gaze fell on Tanner, his fingers moving with a light touch over the keys, his head bobbing to the music and his feet tapping on the floor. The slight smile on his face as he hit every note made her remember the expression on his face this morning when she’d come in his arms—utter satisfaction that he’d brought her to that point.

Her sheath clenched and her nipples tightened under Jensen’s shirt.

Was sex all she was going to think about the entire time she was there? And would that be such a bad thing?

Her gaze shifted to Jensen. He wasn’t smiling. His gaze narrowed, his fingers worked the keys at a steady pace. He missed more notes than Tanner and every time he did, he bit his bottom lip and his gaze narrowed even more.

She wanted to bite his bottom lip. She wanted Tanner’s fingers to play over her clit with that lightning-fast touch.

Okay, she
was
becoming a nympho.

But really, when would she have this opportunity again? Two gorgeous men at her beck and call for a whole day.

Her lungs struggled for air as she began to unbutton her shirt. Her free hand reached behind her for a pillow to prop her head on as she continued to watch the guys.

With the shirt unbuttoned, she let her hand slip beneath the fabric to tweak her sensitive nipples. Neither man wore a shirt and the sleek muscles of their backs and arms rippled as they played.

Heat spilled through her blood, lust hard on its heels. Her hand stroked her breasts, plumping and kneading. Her sex contracted, needing to be filled again.

Breathing more heavily now, she let her hand slide down her stomach, felt the muscles tighten. When her fingers brushed against the trimmed hair on her mound, she saw Jensen’s hands falter on the guitar.

Her lips parted to draw in much needed air and Jensen turned his head as if he’d heard her, though how he could over the loud music was a mystery.

His gaze met hers for a brief second before arrowing down to her hand at her mound. He watched as she slid her hand between her thighs, her fingers playing over her clit. The sensation made her wet, heightened by Jensen’s gaze.

With a final burst of guitars, the song came to an end and Tanner hit Jensen on the shoulder.

“Dude,” Tanner said, “you— Oh fuck.”

Tanner’s gaze caught and held on Nica as she pushed her fingers even farther between her legs, coating her fingers in the juices spilling from her sex.

Her eyes closed as fierce bolts of electricity shot through her womb. Her lips parted on a silent moan as she rubbed the moisture over her swollen, aching flesh.

The couch dipped at her feet and above her head as the guys moved in on her. Jensen’s large, warm hands landed heavy on her thighs just above her knees then slid upward, pushing her legs apart as they went.

Tanner took her hand from beneath the pillow and raised it toward him. Her knuckles met worn denim and behind it, the hard ridge of his erection. Opening her hand, she molded her fingers to him as Jensen kneaded her thighs, his hands moving closer and closer to where she needed them.

As she stroked Tanner through his jeans, his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over the nipples, diamond-hard and begging for a firmer touch.

She moaned as she felt the couch shift and Jensen’s breath blew across her pussy, causing her muscles to tense with anticipation. Her legs tried to close, to trap him between them but he held her open as his tongue swiped across her clit with flat, broad strokes.

The hand she’d used to play with herself tangled in Jensen’s hair and held him to her.

Her other hand tightened on Tanner’s cock until he groaned then released him to fumble blindly with the zipper. He hadn’t buttoned them, thank the Blessed Goddess, or she might have gone mad trying to undo it one-handed.

She still might lose her sanity, she decided, when Tanner moved and his lips sucked one tight nipple into his hot mouth.

The brothers’ tongues stroked and swiped at odd rhythms, the maddening sensations causing her body to go on sensory overload.

Her hand finally released Tanner’s cock from his jeans and somehow she got him positioned correctly to take into her mouth.

Soft, silky skin slid past her lips and into her mouth, the male scent of him intensified by the lack of sight. The angle of penetration forced his cock to sink deeper, her tongue to stroke at a different angle. Tanner’s strangled groan vibrated through her, his teeth nicking her nipple and causing her body to bow off the couch.

Jensen’s hands slid to her hips to hold her down and with Tanner above her, she felt enclosed, almost trapped.

She liked it, enjoyed the sense of being taken out of herself until she was reduced to a creature of pure desire.

Jensen’s teeth took little bites of her labia before licking away the hurt and thrusting his tongue into her sheath. And pressing one lubricated finger against her tight back entrance.

Oh yes. Gods, yes, she wanted both.

Her legs spread and she thrust her hips up as far as Jensen would let her, trying to show her complete acquiescence to his wordless question.

Jensen reared back as his finger plunged deeper, setting off tremors through her body. Where he’d gotten the lube, she had no idea, but she was thankful for it. It’d been at least a year since she’d indulged in this particular pleasure and she’d never had two men at the same time.

But she couldn’t wait.

Pulling away from Tanner, with one final lick to the end of his cock, she opened her eyes and looked down at Jensen, staring intently at her as he worked his finger slowly in and out of her ass.

He wasn’t asking this time. He already knew her answer. Behind her, Tanner shifted out of her line of vision but her entire focus was on Jensen right now.

He stroked her, watched her with those pale blue eyes, drinking in her every trembling breath.

Her body loosened and he worked in another finger, heightening her pleasure until she thought she might pass out. Devastating mini-orgasms arced through her body and her eyes closed in sheer bliss.

Then she was moving.

Jensen lifted her off the couch as Tanner repositioned himself on the cushions, flat on his back. Twisting her around, Jensen maneuvered her body until she faced Tanner, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his body.

Without thought, she reached for Tanner’s cock and aimed it straight into her wet slit, sinking onto his hard shaft with a grateful sigh. Tanner reached for her, curled his arms around her shoulders and brought her down to lie against his chest.

Her lips sought his for a drugging kiss, sucking on his tongue when he forced it into her mouth.

Behind her, she felt Jensen’s slick cock press against the puckered rim of her ass and she pushed back against him, inviting him in.

Tanner lay still beneath her, waiting as Jensen worked his cock into her, a centimeter at a time.

The sense of fullness made her gasp, her mouth tearing away from Tanner’s to draw in much-needed air.

Behind her, Jensen froze. “Nica, are—”

“Oh Gods, don’t stop now,” she begged. “Jensen…Tanner, please.”

Jensen forged ahead with a groan, still moving too slowly for her. She wanted…had to have motion, friction.

This terrible, wonderful need eating her from the inside needed to be fed. She pushed back just the tiniest bit and Jensen bit off a rough sound.

And lodged his cock to the hilt in her ass.

For several seconds, no one moved. Tanner’s breath sawed roughly by her ear and Jensen’s hands on her hips dug in so hard, it was almost painful. A good pain.

Just like the biting stretch of her ass and her pussy.

It was good, so good.

And then it got better. Tanner pulled back, his cock hitting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure through her. When he thrust back in, Jensen began to pull out.

They set up a wicked, rough rhythm. Nothing about it was smooth and she wanted to move but she didn’t know how. She let them take her, let them fuck her between them, let them take her over the top.

She tried to hold back her orgasm, to hold herself on the edge of it as long as she could but the feeling they produced was too good.

Her body tensed a millisecond before her sheath convulsed in an almost painful orgasm that made her pussy and her ass contract around the cocks stretching them, made the men groan out their pleasure as they jerked and pulsed their cum into her.

Each tiny ripple of their cocks prolonged her orgasm until she felt she couldn’t stand any more and she let her body go limp as ecstasy overwhelmed her.

Tanner felt a tight knot in the center of his chest as he tried to catch his breath.

Arousal still zinged through his body after that orgasm had rocked him.

Nica shuddered on top of him as Jensen pulled out of her and Tanner held her even more tightly.

The couch shifted and Jensen sank into the cushions at Tanner’s feet, his brother’s breathing so rough, Tanner could hear him over his own.

He wasn’t sure if Nica was still awake or if she’d passed out.

Christ, he’d almost blacked out. It’d never been that good before. He’d never come that hard, not with any of the other women he and Jensen had shared. And there’d been several.

So what was it about this one?

And why did he care?

He never psychoanalyzed. That was Jensen’s deal. Jen was like a dog with a bone when he worked stuff over in his head.

Tanner refused to drive himself crazy with what-ifs. Shit happened. Most of the time, you couldn’t control it, so why get worked up over it.

Still, Nica was different. He wanted to get into her head, know what was going on. Know what she was trying to hide from them and why.

He wanted to dig around in his own head and figure out why he knew his feelings for her were different from any other woman he’d ever known.

And he wanted to know if Jensen felt the same.

His gaze flashed to his brother, sitting at the far end of the couch, eyes closed.

Though not for long. His eyes flashed open as if he’d felt Tanner looking at him and they exchanged a glance that told Tanner all he needed to know about what his brother was thinking.

Exactly the same thing.

She’d given them today. And tomorrow, she’d said, she was starting a new job and would be unavailable for months.

What the hell kind of job was that? And why wouldn’t she tell them more?

Something didn’t ring true.

Not that he didn’t trust her. Hell, he trusted her enough to have sex without a condom, which was a huge leap for him, even with the medical report. Same for Jensen.

And she’d trusted them as well. At least with her body.

Tanner wanted to know more.

And he knew Jensen did too.

But if they continued like this, none of them would have enough strength to ask questions between all the sex.