Double In (MFM)
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 45,218
Available at Siren-BookStrand
When Porter and Reid Bishop step into Bull’s-Eye Billiards, Marsha Spencer knows trouble has found her with a capital T—squared. They were close friends once. Then, they turned on her. It’s been a year since their betrayal, but time hasn’t dulled the pain. By all rights, she should hate them. So why does the sight of them still send her into do-me overload?
Porter and Reid are determined to make amends with Marsha. They’ve given her time to stew. Now it’s time to make their move…with a few added changes. They don’t want things the friendly way they were before. They want Marsha’s sultry body sandwiched between them and her heart in their hands. Marsha always secretly lusted after Porter and Reid. But can she forgive and forget and embrace them both? It sure beats having to choose between them.
But when the wrath of nature uncovers secrets from the past, all their lives change in an instant.
Anticipation brought her to her tiptoes as he rested his forehead on her belly, his breath fanning her panties, heating the satin to a torturous state. His fingers climbed the inside of her legs, painting a path of sizzling need that raced straight to her pussy. Juices seeped from between her feminine lips, drenching the thin cotton strip between her legs.
“Fuck, you smell delicious,” Porter growled. He caught the triangle of material covering her pussy with a finger and pushed it aside. The sound he made put her in mind of a caged animal fighting for release. “Your pussy lips are bare. Damn, you don’t know how that turns me on. I can see your juices glistening on your lips. You’re soaked, darlin’.”
She was. Her arousal collected in a thick, slick stream between her folds. What would it take to get him to dive a finger into that wetness, to push a digit inside her and take the edge off the rapidly mounting pressure in her channel?
Finger me. Better yet, feast on me, damn it! The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them as she locked gazes with Reid. He must have read the question in her eyes, the plea and turmoil, the demands she wanted to scream at Porter. He cupped her cheek and the expression on his face softened.
“You gave yourself to us, remember.” Despite his tender touch, his tone held a hint of amusement as if he were enjoying her torment.
Oh, she remembered all right, and she had no intentions of being an Indian giver. What she wanted was to increase the speed. She wanted Porter to let his animal out of its cage. She wanted Reid to get naked so she could feel his hard body skin-to-skin. She wanted to take, to explore their bodies as they were doing hers. Holy God of Hormones, she couldn’t handle much more of this.
“We finally got you where we want you.” Porter swiped the tip of his tongue down the crease between her pussy and inner thigh and quickly withdrew. “No way are we bringing an end to it any time soon.”
Did the man intend to send her on a direct trip to the nuthouse before he gifted her with the pleasure her body screamed for? Oh, paybacks were going to be so very sweet when she got her hands on him.
Her mouth watered. She’d never experienced such a strong desire to suck a cock in her life. Reid’s stiff cock pressed into her back, a throbbing presence that only drove her torment higher. Though ways to turn the table on Porter were already forming in her head, she would equally enjoy sucking Reid’s cock down her throat. She wanted Porter’s mouth on her pussy and her lips around Reid’s cock now. Right freaking now!
Reid’s hand moved lightly to the base of her throat as his other hand slipped beneath her breast and lifted it. He raked his thumb over her pebbled nipple and she let her head fall back on his chest. Her mind focused on the touch, on Porter’s mouth that started to deliver one maddening lick after another to the outer edges of her pussy.
“Please.” She couldn’t hold it back any longer. She would beg them if she had to. Forget dignity. It was way overrated anyway.
Reid smothered a smile against Marsha’s shoulder, knowing that softly whimpered plea was exactly what Porter had been waiting to hear. She had given them the green light, told them she wanted them too. But Porter had still been holding back, taking it slow. He wouldn’t hold back anymore.
He knew when Porter finally landed a kiss where Marsha wanted it most. She went completely limp in his arms. Her head still turned toward his, he watched as she closed her eyes and her lips formed a small but sexy as hell oh of pleasure.
He swallowed, nuzzled his chin at the bend of her neck, and gazed down the front of her body. The neon glow from the Jack Daniels light bathed her flesh in white and yellow, giving her an even more angelic look. The woman’s body was a piece of work naked, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every part of her, to run his tongue along every sun-kissed inch of her flesh.
His cock ached, his shaft so hard it was a wonder he didn’t impale her through her back. And when she started to gyrate against him in obvious time with the thrusts of Porter’s tongue between her pussy lips, he barely swallowed the growl that rumbled in his throat.
One of her hands was now locked around his nape, her nails digging into his flesh. He welcomed the slight bite of pain, wanted it to prevent his mind from centering on his own desires, on his own driving need to be inside her shapely body. He focused on that sting even as he added to her pleasure and his torment by rolling her beaded nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She moaned, her head lolling from side to side on his chest, and her free hand went straight for Porter’s head. That wouldn’t do. Porter might have let her get away with taking over his kiss earlier, with whipping him around the way she’d done, but Reid knew his brother had assumed full control now. He’d allowed her all the liberties he would give her.
“Put your arm around my neck, Marsha.” Her hand on his nape slid more securely around his neck, but her free hand continued on its path to Porter’s head. “Both of them.”
Her fingers touched the tips of Porter’s head and she froze. Reid felt a breath shudder out of her, heard a quiet protesting moan, and realized, though Porter didn’t pull away, he had stopped whatever he was doing to Marsha’s pussy.
“If you want him to continue, put both of your arms around my neck.”