PackRescue (24 page)

“In my backpack. Fina always carries extra clothes for me.”
He nodded enthusiastically. He looked up at Fina and Cutler hopefully then
whooped when they said yes.

* * * * *

“That smells
good
.” The last word rolled off Fina’s
tongue sensuously. She ducked in beneath Nath’s arm, gave him a quick squeeze
and inhaled the aroma coming off the pots on the stove.

“Have you finished registering for college in the fall?”
Nath asked in his serious voice.

Fina snapped off a sharp salute. “Done.”

Cutler grinned as he walked into the kitchen, tucking his
t-shirt into his jeans and heading for the sink to wash up for supper.

“Preregistered for online courses? Paid the deposit?”

“Check and check.” She watched with rapt enthrallment as he
transferred a very thick, very large, very rare flank steak from a sizzling pan
to a cutting board.

“Dorothea would have fed you more cake this afternoon if you’d
asked,” Nath groused as she leaned into his space, stared at the meat and
licked her lips. “Did you forget to eat today?”

Fina shrugged then answered, “Grilled cheese sandwich. Heavy
on the grilled.” Nath had prepared a basket of crusty bread slices. She grabbed
a piece and ran it through the juices running over the board. “Ryan didn’t
complain.”

“Ryan’s used to charcoal. Hey—using a sharp knife here,”
Nath scolded. He waited until she stepped back then started cutting the steak
into very thin slices. “Go help Cutler set the table before I spill something
on you.”

Fina huffed then bit into the bread. She headed for the
silverware drawer. “Would you get the serving bowls down for me, Cutler?”

“Is that all I am to you?” He sighed dramatically and gave
her a gentle hip check, took the bread out of her hand and ate it in one bite. “Your
domestic drudge? Tall, dark and, er, tall?” He reached up into a top cupboard.

“Of course not,” Fina teased. She ran her hands over his
back, following the curve of his shoulder blades, the indent of his waist. “You’re
also some mighty fine prime meat, Sheriff.” Grinning, she gave his butt a
squeeze. “You too,” she added, reaching out so she could give Nath’s backside a
pat.

“Oh so now you’re objectifying us, hmm?” Cutler tutted. “There
are laws in this state about that sort of thing, missy.”

“Laws that say I can?” Fina asked hopefully. She batted her
eyes at him.

“Keep that up and you can get your own bowls down,” Cutler
growled, despite his grin. “How about I make a bowl out of you?” He dug his
fingers into her waist until she bent over and squealed with laughter.

“Hmm. Not a bad idea,” Nath said quietly. He set down the
knife and turned to them. “I think a little…penitence is in order, Sheriff.
What do you think?”

“Oh I’m always up for a game of crime and punishment.”

“What are you two up to?” Fina demanded suspiciously. She
watched Nath’s eyes flash then darken as he licked the juice off his fingers.

Cutler leaned back on the counter. “Strip.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me,” he barked and crossed his arms over his
chest. “Strip. Everything off.”

Gaping, she looked back and forth between the two brothers
then, with a gleam in her eye, Fina began unbuttoning her sleeveless shirt.
Nath turned back to the stove to stir something but kept his eye on her as she
removed her clothing. Cutler did too.

“You responsible for this?” Cutler asked Nath in a low,
demanding tone when Fina was naked and standing in the middle of a pile of
discarded clothing. He arched a brow in Nath’s direction then ran his fingers
over Fina’s shaved pussy.

She bit her lower lip and sighed.

“Yep. Did it this morning after you left for work.” His head
dipped to one side as he watched his brother’s big hand slide over Fina’s
softness. “You were unavailable for consultation.”

Growling quietly, Cutler shot his brother a look then
shrugged. “I like it. Good call.” He straightened then smacked Fina’s backside
authoritatively. “Get on the table. Now.”

Blinking and moving hesitantly, Fina climbed onto the heavy
table and sat up primly. The table’s thick, turned oak legs with the broad
curved feet didn’t shift a bit under her weight.

“In the middle. On your back. Nice. Very nice,” Cutler
murmured encouragingly. He pulled her hair back and up, fanning it across the
wood surface.

The table felt hard and cold. She shivered and her nipples
got hard.

“Let’s start with the carrots.” Nath picked up a drained pot
and carried it over to the table. He selected a lightly buttered carrot slice
from inside, blew on it then laid it on Fina’s stomach, above her navel. “Not
too hot?”

“N-no,” she answered hesitantly. When he placed another
carrot slice beside the first, Fina lifted her head to see what he was doing.

“Nuh-uh.” Cutler pressed a finger to her forehead, easing
her head back down. He fanned out the hair she’d disturbed. “Nath was always
pretty good at art in school. Let’s just see what he can do with you as a
canvas.” His cock twitched as he took in Fina’s small body, laid out smooth and
pale on the kitchen table with her hair lying in waves above her head. Nath
arranged slices of cooked carrot in a circle around her navel, overlapping the
pieces then adding more at intervals until there was an orange flower displayed
in the middle of her body.

“Hand me the green beans.”

“Huh? Oh. Sure.” Rousing himself, Cutler walked to the
stove. He came back with another pot and watched in enthrallment as Nath
selected length after length and laid them across Fina’s ribs like they were
stalks of grass. The beans had been cooked with diced tomatoes and Nath fished
those out and arranged them across the bottoms of the beans like some sort of
red, alien earth. He licked his fingers and grinned.

Fina swallowed anxiously.

“Potatoes next, I think.” This time Nath went to the stove
himself. He stuck his nose over the pot, inhaled deeply and smiled. “Mashed
with garlic. Your favorite,” he said to Fina. Leaning down, he kissed her
mouth. Pressing his free hand to her shoulder, keeping her immobile, Nath moved
his lips over hers. He nipped gently, licked the inner rim then sank his tongue
in slowly.

Fina’s chest rose as she gasped and she felt a hand, Cutler’s,
graze her breast.

“Hmm,” Nath murmured as he straightened. “Tasty. Grab a
spoon, Sheriff. You take one, I’ll take the other. It’s time we reined in this
miscreant.” Nath pulled the ladle out of the pot, held a bit of potato to his
lower lip, gauged the temperature then blew on the fluffy white mash. “Good
thing this form of presentation takes a while. Food’s cooled some so you won’t
get burned.” He grinned rakishly. “But I’ll guarantee you’ll get hot.”

Holding her breath and staring raptly, Fina watched him
smooth a trail of potato around her breast. It felt very warm and creamy. The
smell made her mouth water. She was blown away by how erotic it looked. Nath
dipped the spoon into the pot, reloaded it, blew on it and continued. She
started when Cutler bent to her, pressed a long, chaste kiss to her other
breast then dipped a serving spoon into the pot. His head dipped to one side,
his brow furrowed in concentration, he began to draw a design on her breast.

Fina’s breath hitched but she held herself still. The spoons
moving over her, the looks in her men’s eyes, the warm weight as the mashed
potato built up on her all felt incredibly erotic. She trembled, just a little,
then held herself still when she felt her pussy get wet.

“A tulip?” Nath asked, glancing at his brother’s handiwork.

“Uh-huh.”

“Nice.” Nath nodded appreciatively then used the back of his
spoon to raise the thick layer of potato covering Fina’s left breast into soft,
regular peaks. He handed the pot to Cutler, who scraped it empty then dabbed
the last bit over Fina’s nipple. “Looks good enough to eat.”

“Not yet,” Nath cautioned as he carried the pot back to the
counter. He picked up the serving plate holding the long, thin slices of steak.
“Don’t forget the entrée.” He wriggled his brows suggestively, nudged Fina’s
knees apart and set the plate on the table between them. “Pussy à la beef.” He
picked up a slice, trailed it over her freshly shorn mound then draped it over
the crease where abdomen met thigh.

Cutler grabbed two slices and followed Nath’s example. His mouth
fell open as he looked at her.

Warm juices from the steak trailed over Fina’s hip and
between her legs. She shivered and moved her hands to grip the edges of the
table so she wouldn’t move. They trailed the hot meat over her, between her
legs, across her thighs. It felt silky except when a crushed peppercorn or some
other spice clinging to the steak grazed her. The contrast made her pussy
clench. Cream seeped out of her, blended with the steak juice and pooled
beneath her. The meat was heavier than the vegetables and as it built up, as
Nath and Cutler sculpted the pieces into swirls and curves, Fina groaned.

When they were finally finished they stood, removed the
plate, licked their fingers then circled the table slowly. They moved like
predators and stared at her with unchecked lust.

“Dig in,” Nath finally said, glancing at his brother.

“You first. To the chef go the honors. Besides, it was your
idea.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Nath murmured seductively. He leaned
over her, tucked his hair behind his ears and deftly picked up a carrot slice
with his teeth.

“How is it?” Cutler asked. His voice was low and rough and
he swallowed audibly.

“Very good.” As he chewed, his eyes met Fina’s and she
gasped at the naked heat in them. “Dig in,” he said to his brother without
taking his eyes off Fina’s.

Trembling, she glanced back and forth between her lovers as
they plucked the carrot slices, one by one, off her abdomen using only their
teeth. She groaned when Cutler’s tongue trailed over her waist, following a
trail of butter and lapping it up. They grinned hotly and she groaned again. As
the arrangement of carrots thinned, lips, tongues and teeth grazed her skin.
When a tongue burrowed into her navel, seeking the remnants of the sweet,
buttery liquid, her belly clenched and a fresh flood of juices seeped out of
her.

“Smell that?” Cutler grinned savagely.

Nath nodded. “Smells like hot, horny bitch. Damn but I love
it when she smells like that.”

Chuckling, Cutler nodded, shifted and kissed Fina’s mouth.
She opened to him, loosened her death-grip on the edge of the table, wove her
fingers through his short, soft hair. He tasted warm, buttery, sweet—like
carrots—and she ran her tongue over the front of his teeth. Nath’s lips moved
over her ribs and pulled a long bean into his mouth.

“Oh god, I’m practically ready to come right now,” Fina
breathed against Cutler’s lips.

He smiled, kissed her once more then straightened. “Not yet,
honey. But soon.” He kissed her throat. “Often.” He kissed her shoulder and
passed his nose over her skin. “Hard,” he added, took hold of her hand and
licked the inside of her wrist before releasing her and closing his teeth over
one of the beans lined up on her rib cage.

Shivering delicately, she felt their mouths move over her.
Licking and nipping, they slowly ate the crisp vegetables and scooped their
tongues through the trail of diced tomato. When her ribs were clean they
straightened, licked their lips, exchanged a look then stared at her breasts. Fina’s
back arched enticingly.

“
Please,
” she breathed and squirmed.

The corner of Cutler’s mouth curved into a slow, sensuous
smile. His aqua eyes darkened as the centers expanded. Nath growled, low and
predatory, as he looked at her then, laying a warm, rough hand on her belly, he
bent to her and trailed the tip of his tongue through the potato at the very
edge of her breast. Cutler watched, groaned and adjusted his hard cock.

Fina’s eyes drifted shut as she sighed. She wound her
fingers around Nath’s shoulder as his tongue moved over her skin. It felt warm
and wet as he scooped little mounds of potato into his mouth, rolled them
around his tongue then swallowed the fragrant, garlicky mass. Her eyes snapped
open when she felt Cutler’s torso brush her arm. She pulled his head to her
breast and he lapped delicately at the thick layer of potato directly over her
nipple. Even though she couldn’t feel a thing, it looked erotic as hell and she
squirmed. Even Nath growled his approval before returning his focus to her
other breast.

Slowly, seductively, they ate away at the soft white mounds
adorning her breasts, eventually revealing patches of pink skin. Staring at the
tops of their heads and panting, Fina held them to her with growing impatience.

Nath flinched. “Easy, sweet bitch,” he breathed and took
hold of her hand, easing her sharp little nails away from his scalp. “Don’t
rush us. We’re eating.” He and Cutler chuckled then resumed swirling their
tongues through the dwindling patches of potato.

She jerked when Cutler’s tongue touched her nipple.

“Hmm. Buried treasure,” he teased and repeated the caress.

Soon they were licking her breasts in long, rough strokes,
gleaning the last of the taste and cleaning up all traces of potato. Nath held
her breast gently, like it was precious, kissed her nipple and suckled on it
with long, tender pulls of his mouth. Cutler swirled his tongue around the
other peak, flicked it playfully, nipped until she gasped. Nath was still
making love to her breast when Cutler slid his tongue down her torso, snagged a
piece of steak off her pussy and chewed noisily. He sounded primitive, savage,
as his teeth tore into the meat. Growling, he laid his hand on the breast he’d
abandoned, swallowed and snagged another piece of steak.

Nath joined him. Snarling like puppies over a bowl of food,
they bit down on the trailing edges of the meat, dragged them over her skin,
chewed quickly, swallowed then returned for more. Tongues snaked through trails
of near-raw drippings, down her hips, between her thighs. When her knees were
levered apart crudely, Fina groaned and lifted her hips. A mouth kissed her
mound. Lips moved over her labia. Cool room air touched her as pieces of meat
were dragged off her. The sounds of chewing, tearing and rough, guttural snarls
filled the air.