Josh’s kiss was every bit as destroying as Alex’s had been, his flavor different yet just as potent. His tongue, bold and bodacious, penetrated her mouth again and again, and Penelope’s mind came to life just long enough to make her think of what else might soon penetrate her wet and willing self, again and again.
She managed to break the kiss and throw herself against the seat back. Closing her eyes, she fought for breath. “This is a mistake,” she said.
Both men inhaled then exhaled deeply.
“You’re right. It is,” Alex said.
It was?
“Absolutely a mistake,” Josh said.
Well, hell
.
“And it’s a mistake that is about to not only be repeated but extrapolated upon as soon as we get to Susie’s place.” Alex’s voice had dipped, deep and dark, and Penelope shivered.
The man had used the word “extrapolated.” There was absolutely no doubt about one more thing, and she was honest enough to admit it, if only to herself.
Penelope was toast.
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Chapter 3
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Josh blinked, not knowing if he’d said the words aloud or not, and at that exact moment in time, he didn’t even care. He’d stopped the Hummer as close to Susan’s front door as he could manage. By the time he’d slammed the driver’s door closed and rounded the hood, Alex had Penelope out of the truck, wrapped in his arms, and was kissing her.
As soon as Josh stepped close, his brother relinquished the woman to his arms. He set his mouth on her, famished for another taste, since the first had been so heady and intoxicating, his mind had almost convinced him he’d imagined it.
Not imagination.
He drank from her, his tongue imitating another kind of drinking, and his cock stretched, hot and hard and ready to plunder.
“My suitcase,” she said as he raised his mouth and passed her back to Alex.
“Don’t need it.” Alex’s words tapered off against her mouth. They all took a couple of steps closer to the front door. Then Josh got his hands on her again.
Josh kissed her, his fingers moving to touch all of her at once, a single long caress from ass to breasts to pussy—
my God, the heat of
her
—and then back to her ass to pull her close and rub her against his randy cock. He didn’t stop to think about anything, not the speed with which this was happening, or the lack of planning, hell, the lack of everything. One millisecond of reason surfaced, shouted
condoms!
,
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then disappeared when Josh remembered whose house—whose
bed
—
they were about to hit.
In his sister’s house, there should not only be condoms in the bedside table, but likely all over the damn house. He gave Penelope back to Alex and turned to open the door.
“Clothes,” Penelope said before Alex reclaimed her mouth.
Josh couldn’t help himself. Once they were inside the house, he pressed his front against her back. She was still sucking face with Alex, so Josh ran his hand, his
shaking
hand, up and down her back.
“We’ll get your bag inside in the morning, sweetheart. You won’t need any more clothes until then,” he said.
Penelope pulled her mouth away from Alex’s, rubbed her cheek against the hand Josh had laid on her shoulder, and said, “This is crazy! Insane! What the hell are we
doing
?”
“We’re feasting on you, Penelope, and very shortly we’ll be fucking you. If you don’t want this, say so now. Do we go upstairs and get naked? Yes or no?”
Two seconds felt like two hundred as Penelope blinked, owl-like, and looked from him to his brother.
“Yes.” And then, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God, I’m
so
horny. I’ve never been so horny. You’ve cast a spell on me, the two of you.
Hurry
.”
“Hang on, baby, we’ll take care of you,” Joshua said. He spun Penelope around and scooped her into his arms. The sound of his pounding heart competed with the sound of his and his brother’s pounding footsteps as they ran up the stairs.
And then they were in the bedroom, the beautifully renovated master bedroom complete with a Benedict-sized bed and—please, God—a condom-bearing nightstand.
Joshua set Penelope down, then cradled her face in his hands.
“You’re so damn tasty. I can’t seem to get enough of you. And you’re not the only one who’s horny. I just hope we can hold off long enough to pleasure you.” He needed to sip her again. His mouth covered hers,
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his tongue voracious now, and as he pulled her into his arms, his hard cock nestled low on her belly. Her hips surged into his, telling him she burned as hotly as he did.
He felt Alex close, understood his brother was touching her, petting her, rubbing his own engorged cock against her hip. Never had the two of them been so instantly and completely captivated by a woman before, and never had it felt so
right
.
Joshua stepped back, handed Penelope over to Alex, and went in search of those condoms. He hit the jackpot in the first drawer he opened, spying the condoms and much, much more.
My God,
everything we could ever ask for is in here.
“Let me.” Alex’s voice drew his attention. “I’ve been fantasizing,” his brother said as he reached up and began to draw the pins from Penelope’s hair.
Miles of black, luminous locks tumbled free, cascading down to hang just at the middle of her sweet, sweet ass.
“Jesus.” Alex’s one word, reverent, as he gently combed his fingers through her hair, echoed Josh’s sentiment, exactly.
“My God.” Like a man mesmerized, Josh tossed the condoms onto the table and went to her.
He cupped her face, turned her to him, and kissed her again at the same time his brother started liberating her from her clothes.
Josh’s hands shook anew as he helped undress her, as her body emerged, impossibly creamy flesh, soft and smooth and hot, drugging in its allure. Her breasts, full, pink-tipped, begged his hands to cup and caress them. Her waist dipped sensuously, womanly curves flaring to hips that would cradle him and a wonderfully bare pussy calling his name.
“Please.”
The anxiety in her plea damn near brought him to his knees.
This burning need, this spell, had not stricken them alone, had not only captured him and his brother. Theirs weren’t the only trembles of need, or the only moans as hands explored naked, needy skin.
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A man possessed, Joshua yanked off his clothes, discarded the coverings of society so he could press his flesh to hers, unsurprised to see his brother of the same mind.
They moved as one, and touched her, and kissed her, and brought her down to the bed.
* * * *
Oh, God
.
Penelope had never hungered like this, never needed like this. It didn’t make sense, it defied logic, when sense and logic had always been the cornerstones of her life from the time she turned ten.
Josh and Alex felt so hot, they seemed to burn, and she knew, she
knew,
somewhere down deep inside, that they burned this way only for her.
She kissed them, first one, then the other, mating her mouth to theirs, her lips sliding, sampling, tasting,
reveling
in the flavor and the arousal of lips on lips and tongues entwined.
Their hands began to learn her even as she set hers to explore their magnificent, flesh-covered muscles, the soft pelts of hair over pecs, then down, irresistibly down, to sweep over hard, vibrant, compelling cocks.
The heat of their bodies, as they sandwiched her between them, seeped into her, thawing parts of her she’d believed frozen forever. It was just sex, she knew it was just sex, and yet it felt like so much more. It felt like destiny.
“Please!” Was that her begging? She never begged. She exchanged. She indulged in tasteful, careful, civilized sex. Oh, God, there was nothing civilized about this at all!
“What are you doing to me?” Her mind’s last attempt to bring reason to the situation fell victim to a breathless, feminine query.
“We’re loving you, Penelope,” Alex said. “We’re just loving you.”
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She doubted he realized the word he’d used, and she was too far gone to think about it deeply. How could it be love when they’d only met? How could it be love when it felt so raw and untamed?
Joshua moved, reached out to the nightstand, then tossed something to his brother. “Which one of us do you want inside you first, baby?”
Lips and tongues, hands and bodies, kissed and licked, petted and pressed, and Penelope left reason behind as arousal soared and soared incredibly higher, turning greedy and needy and demanding.
“I don’t care. I don’t care. Just…oh, God, somebody fuck me!”
She sensed them moving, looking at each other, and the hesitation felt infinite as her body began to shake in desperation.
And then Joshua mounted her, his body pressing her into the mattress, his hands cupping her face, bringing her focus to him.
“Here, now. Take me. Take me, sweet baby.” He laid his lips on hers at the same instant he thrust his cock all the way into her, balls deep.
Penelope wrapped herself around him and returned his thrusts, measure for measure, the stretching, the fullness, feeding her sudden frenzy, answering the call of a passion too rarely stirred.
She pulled her lips from his so she could kiss and lick his neck and whisper, “Good. It feels so good. More. Faster. Fuck me faster.”
Then she took his mouth again, her tongue daring and bold as her hips continued to grind against his. Flames of passion exploded into a fiery conflagration as her orgasm erupted.
Fast and furious, the rapture flooded her, lifted her, and carried her away, far away from herself. Pure pleasure, bountiful bliss, the climax went on and on, a rich, full joy that slowly, oh so slowly, pooled into contentment.
So focused on her own sensations had she been, she’d barely noticed the man on her, in her, stiffening, shouting, and coming inside her.
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As the stars behind her closed eyelids faded, tiny snippets returned, including the certain knowledge that he had indeed used a condom.
During the few times she’d had sex in the past, Penelope had always ensured there was a condom—she usually tucked one into her purse, just in case. Number one on her checklist of preparations, this time it had completely escaped her thoughts.
“I didn’t hurt you?” Josh asked. He eased off of her and snuggled close on her right.
Penelope opened her eyes. He looked as wrecked as she felt.
She’d never caused a man to look wrecked before. She’d believed she didn’t have it in her. Apparently, she’d been wrong. Thank God.
“No,” she reached up and gently caressed his cheek, “you didn’t hurt me.”
Alex kissed her left shoulder, and she turned her head toward him.
His mouth captured hers, his kiss sweet, wet and open, hot. He eased back and said, “You’re incredibly gorgeous when you come.”
Penelope felt flustered, which struck her as odd.
One would have
thought if I was going to feel flustered, it should have been as they
were waltzing me into the house to get laid.
“Um…thank you. I think.”
Alex’s grin split wide open. “You’re welcome.” Then his expression turned lusty, and from just that one heated look, her arousal stirred anew.
She vaguely noticed that Josh slipped from the bed, but her focus stayed on Alex as he rose up, half over her, and began to work his own carnal magic on her body.
With a touch that felt infinitely gentle, he stroked her, neck to thigh, with long, lavish caresses. His attention seemed riveted to her as he petted and cupped. His gaze flicked up to hers. “I don’t know what it is about you,” he said quietly. “There’s a part of me that feels as if I’ve known you forever. A part that feels as if I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside you now.”
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He leaned over her and kissed her again, and this kiss tasted of that raw need. His tongue delved into her mouth again and again, hard and fast and deep. Penelope’s passion grew. Her nipples hardened, and her slit leaked her juices so that she felt the dampness when her dew was brushed by the cooler air of the room.
The kiss tapered, and she said, “You taste different than Josh.”
She just said that and, for one instant, wondered if that had been some faux pas against ménage etiquette, but Alex just continued to touch her, arousing her slowly. His entire body seemed to be quivering slightly.
He said, “Good. That means you’ll be able to tell us apart in the dark.”
He swept his hand down, his fingers trailing a path of heat as he stroked her. At the top of her slit, he ran them back and forth over her clit, making that tiny bud quiver with excitement. She moaned. He smiled. Then he moved, fast as lightning, up and then down, and buried his face between her thighs and opened his mouth on her pussy.
“Oh, God!” Easygoing collapsed under his oral assault. Her passion poured out of her, this orgasm sudden, full, with no buildup, no warning, just wave after wave of ecstasy that made her cry out in delight.
Josh had come back to the bed, and he turned her face toward him and kissed her, as if he could drink her orgasm into himself. Then he eased back and Alex moved up her body and plunged his cock into her in one deep thrust.
“Oh,
yes
.” She loved the sensation of being filled again, and the look on his face as he held himself still, eyes closed, told her he savored this first moment of joining. This was sexy and warmth combined. Why she would feel loved when they’d only met escaped her attempts at understanding.
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Then he opened his eyes, and his deep-chocolate gaze locked with hers as he began to thrust in her, a slow, rocking rhythm that pushed her arousal higher and higher.
“Come with me, Penelope. Come again and fly with me.” He leaned down and shared her flavor with her, kissing her with full openmouthed splendor. He scooped one arm under her and pressed her closer.