ROWAN
Slowly running her finger over the long, gilded handle of the fork, Rowan wondered if Mrs. Tibbs would be put out if Rowan stabbed the woman sitting across the room from her for openly flirting with Garret. The woman was French Canadian named Fleur, traveling with her uncle and cousin from Quebec to trade furs. She had gorgeous, thick brown hair that framed a very pretty oval face. And she had long, dark lashes that she used to maximum effect as she attempted to charm Garret.
The French Canadians had joined the Tibbs, minus Nancy, and Rowan and her men for some social time after dinner.
Edward, it had been decided by the men, would be Rowan’s public fiancé while Garret would pose as her cousin. They both had blonde hair and blue eyes and, even though his nose was narrow and aristocratic while hers was wide, they could pass as cousins. Very distant cousins, but close enough that people wouldn’t question their relationship.
But, as they sat there, having what should be a pleasant time talking with a charming Dr. and Mrs. Tibbs, Rowan couldn’t help but feel guilty as she watched Garret play a game of cards with Fleur and her family. To her surprise, Garret spoke fluent French, and it irritated her further that she didn’t know what they were saying. She could only read Fleur’s body language. Rowan grit her teeth as Fleur looked at Garret from beneath her lashes, blushing prettily as they all laughed at something Fleur’s uncle had said.
“And that’s when I became a monkey and decided to move to Russia,” Mrs. Tibbs said.
Startled, Rowan tore her jealous gaze from the card table and focused on Mrs. Tibbs again.
She found the older woman giving her a knowing look. “Green with jealousy is not a good color on you. Now put that fork down before we have to remove it from that poor simpleton’s eye. She is very pretty, but she is about as smart as my goat, Douglas—and he tries to eat dung.”
Edward coughed from the chair nearby where he was sitting with Dr. Tibbs as they both smoked their pipes near the fire.
Ignoring him, Rowan leaned forward as she set her dessert fork down next to the barely eaten, but delicious, chocolate cake. “I’m sorry. I know…” She tried to put her complicated feelings into words but was at a loss. “I’m not used to this.”
Mrs. Tibbs leaned closer so they were whispering together, their conversation low enough that it was almost inaudible over the sounds coming from the card game. “Forgive me if I am prying, but I would give you the same advice I gave my daughters when they were considering becoming Bridgewater Brides.”
Eager for some kind of guidance and feeling comforted by the older woman’s presence, Rowan nodded.
“This,” her gaze darted over to the card table, her mouth going tight, “is part of the price you pay for marrying a man from Bridgewater. The world is not a kind place, and there are those who would try to prosecute you for indecency and other foolish crimes. You have to ask yourself, can you really do this? Can you really spend a lifetime where you will never be able to publicly acknowledge your husbands without fear of ridicule and possible jail?”
Rowan stared at her, taking in the seriousness of Mrs. Tibbs expression. Oh, how she wanted to confess that the ring on her finger was just a prop, but in truth it meant so much more. She was falling in love with Garret and Edward, and it scared her to death. Loving someone made you vulnerable, and she hated the bitter sting of jealousy that was still riding her emotions.
“I don’t know,” she said whispered.
“Then this is something you need to consider.” Mrs. Tibbs patted her hand, “Is what they’re offering you worth the price?”
Sitting slowly back in her chair, Rowan looked over at Edward as he leaned forward on his elbows, deep in conversation with Dr. Tibbs. The lamplight cast deep shadows on his face, lending him an almost sinister look that she knew was a lie. Beneath that brash exterior beat a heart as strong and gentle as any man she’d ever met. Her father had been the same way. A big Viking of a man, who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but would beat the tar out of anyone that threatened his family.
Her heart lifted a little as he caught her looking at him and gave her his slow, unbearably sexy smile. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he blew her a kiss that she swore landed on her heart with a thump. When she smiled back at him, he winked, then turned to face Dr. Tibbs when the older man said something that made Edward laugh.
Looking the other way to the card table by the fire, she caught Garret already watching her. He was facing away from the other players, which was a good thing because the desire in his gaze was unmistakable. Heat stirred between her legs as she basked in his attention. His gaze felt like a caress, and her heart began to beat faster just from his look. The chemistry between them was potent, and she hoped no one noticed the sudden flush to her cheeks.
Garret gave her a wink, then turned back to the card game as one of the men said his name, then something in French. As she watched, she once again noted that he was polite to Fleur, but at the same time distant and did nothing to encourage her interest. Trust was something that didn’t come easy, but she forced herself to stop watching over Garret like a jealous fishwife and return her attention to a carefully watching Mrs. Tibbs.
Tilting her head to the side, she considered something then asked, “Do you daughters think the price of their family is worth the cost?”
Mrs. Tibbs gave her a bright smile, “A million times over.”
Rowan smiled back, then yawned. “Goodness, it is barely seven o’clock and it feels like midnight.”
Making a tsking sound, Mrs. Tibbs stood and turned to Edward and Dr. Tibbs, “Edward, I believe our beautiful Rowan is in need of a good night’s rest. Would you be a dear and escort her to her room?”
Garret stood from the card table, concern wreathing his handsome face. “I’ll help you. She is looking a little pale.”
Fleur said something, but Garret shook his head and his reply made her pout, but he obviously didn’t care.
In a matter of seconds, Rowan found herself sandwiched between her men as they hustled her up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Once the door closed, Garret slumped against it with a huge sigh of relief. “Thank the Lord you finally got us out of there. That woman was driving me crazy. She is as dumb as a box of rocks and wouldn’t take a hint to save her life.”
Edward laughed and went over to the door, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder as Garret gave an exaggerated grunt. “Sorry, my friend. Dr. Tibbs and I were discussing business and I lost track of time.”
At some point, the maids had turned down the room for the night. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the thick rose velvet drapes had been drawn around the windows. The bed looked so inviting, with the pillows freshly plumped and the pale cream sheets turned back on the deep gold velvet blanket. She’d never stayed in such a luxurious place before, and another yawn cracked her jaw as she eyed the bed.
It was big, really big, and Rowan wondered if this room, with the one adjacent with two beds, had been added to the Inn for when the owner’s Bridgewater daughters came to visit.
“Rowan,” Garret said from softly behind her. “May we help you get ready for bed?”
Remembering the last time they’d helped her fall asleep, she nearly moaned at the thought of the pleasure they’d given her. Feelings like she’d never experienced, sensations that had been better than anything she could have imagined. Turning slowly, she looked at them both before nodding.
“I would like that very much.” Anticipation tightened her sex when both men gave her equally hungry looks. “Please.”
Garret reached her first, but instead of grabbing her and giving her the kiss she needed, he led her over to the small table with the plush stool and etched mirror. A beautiful oil lamp burned there, and she watched the men in the mirror as the set about the task of carefully removing the pins from her hair. They were so intent, so careful not to hurt her, that she couldn’t help but giggle at the image.
“What?” Edward asked around a mouthful of hair pins.
“Nothing,” she giggled again.
“How many pins did Mrs. Tibbs put in your hair?” Garret muttered as he tossed another pin into the growing pile on the dresser.
“I have a lot of hair,” she said with a shrug, then sighed as the mass atop her head was finally free to tumble down.
To her surprise, Edward began to massage her scalp with big, strong fingers that left her near limp with pleasure. Tingles raced from her scalp and down her spine, and she sighed with delight when Garret took one of her hands in his own and began to massage it. More prickles of desire sparked through her body, the need that never seemed to sleep waking beneath their touch. Leaning back, she found her head resting in the cradle of Edward’s hips as he stood behind her, his erection pressing against her cheek.
They both froze, and Edward let out a deep growl, his hands tightening in her hair as she slowly, hesitantly rubbed her cheek against his rigid flesh.
Garret kept massaging her hand, but his touch was sensual, stroking as he slowly worked his way up her arm to the buttons at the back of her dress. As she grew bolder and rubbed her face against Edwards erection, the rush of desire that burned her from within grew even hotter. Her pussy ached, and she could feel even her thighs becoming slick with her need. She loved this feeling, loved how good it felt to be touched by them and to touch in return.
Garret gently pulled the dress down from her shoulders, revealing the chemise beneath. She glanced at the mirror and froze at the erotic tableau they made. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, dark points begging to be touched. She’d never felt a man’s bare hand on them, or mouth, and wondered what it would feel like. She didn’t have to wonder for long, because both Garret and Edward were on their knees next to her, their dark and light heads reflecting in the mirror as she looked between the image and the real thing.
There was something incredibly naughty and erotic about watching them as they pulled away the last layer of clothing and revealed her breasts. They were nowhere near as large as Cassandra’s, and she felt a moment of doubt that was quickly blown away by their reaction. Both men cupped a breast, their fingers exploring her, making her shudder and moan as they plucked at her nipples, pinching her gently at first, then harder until she was twisting and writhing. It felt as if each breast had a direct line to her clit, and when Garret sealed his mouth over her nipple, she saw stars.
Together, the men helped her stand and removed the rest of her clothes with a speed that left her breathless.
Once she was completely nude, they both just stood there and stared at her in a way that had her trying to cover herself with her hands.
“Stop staring,” she whispered.
Garret took one hand, Edward the other, stopping her from shielding herself.
“We’re staring,” Edward said in a voice thick with desire, “because you are the most gorgeous thing we’ve ever seen.”
She would have protested that there were other women far more beautiful than she was, when Garret dropped to his knees before her.
Facing her sex, he slowly ran his fingertips over the golden curls covering her mound. “Such a beautiful little pussy.”
Edward stood behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands, toying with her nipples until the desire burned away her embarrassment of Garret openly inspecting her sex.
“Open up for me,” he murmured. “Let me taste you like Edward did.”
“I have a better idea,” Edward said in a voice tingled with seductive menace. “Put her legs over your shoulders. I’ll hold her.”
“What?” she squeaked while the men lifted her, so her legs lay over Garret’s shoulders, her thighs gripping his head as he buried his face in her sex.
She cried out as he positively devoured her, his tongue lashing at her clit, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. Gripping his hair in one hand, she reached placed the other over Edward’s on her breast, enjoying the feeling of his touch even as her desire wound into a hot, tight coil in her belly with record speed. The ache between her thighs grew worse, and every ounce of her body seemed to be focused on the release that was building.
Edward twisted her nipples, hard, and that was all she needed to come apart in their arms, her body straining against their hold as her thighs shook.
Garret continued to feast on her, sticking his tongue in her still clenching channel, licking up the abundant honey spilling from her body. Edward slowed his touched, whispering in her ear how much he loved it when she climaxed, how beautiful she was, and a dozen other things that made her feel both aroused and cherished. She was so sensitive, and the rough scrape of his work hardened fingers against her nipples was too much.
“Enough,” she cried out in a weak voice, so overstimulated she was shaking.
Edward carried her back to the bed and laid her gently onto the soft pillows. Her whole body was still throbbing, and she felt strangely satisfied, yet still wanting. Eyeing the press of the men’s erections against their pants, she bit her lower lip. She wanted to see them, touch them, to give them the same gift of release that they’d given her.
It was only polite.
Moving to her knees, still nude with her hair falling around her in a riot of curls, she looked up at them and said, “May I please see you?”
The men exchanged a grin and a look before they both returned their attention to her.
“You’re looking at us know,” Garret said with a teasing grin.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Without your clothes on.”
“You want to see us, lass,” Edward growled as he fisted his large erection and gave it a hard squeeze, “then take us out yourself.”
She didn’t know who was more surprised by her boldness, but she didn’t even hesitate as she reached out and grabbed the silver buckle of his belt to draw him forward with one hand, and Garret with the other. The lamp next to the bed had been turned down to a low glow that made everything look gilded in its golden light. She wondered if they could see how her hands shook as she placed them on her thighs and took a moment to appreciate the bounty before her. Her body gave a renewed wave of heat as she took in their powerful shoulders, and how their bodies seemed to exude a maleness that called to everything female inside of her.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced up at Edward as she began to unbuckle his belt, her hands fumbling a bit when it came to the actual act of freeing his erection from his pants. At her first touch of his cock, she swallowed hard. She didn’t expect him to feel so warm, or so soft against her questing fingertips. Curiosity and a tingle of excitement had her eagerly pulling him out, and she licked her lips once he was free of his pants. Edward was thick, almost as thick as her wrist, and the flared head of his erection was a deep purplish red color. Twisting veins ran up and down the sides, and the skin was silky as she ran her fingertip from root to tip before grasping it again in her fist. It throbbed in her grip, and she gave him an experimental squeeze, loving how his knees almost buckled as he groaned.
Doing it again, she delighted in the power she held over him, her ability to give him pleasure like no one else.
A tiny bead of moisture came out of the slit at the tip, and she rubbed a curious finger over it, finding the liquid smooth and almost slippery. It reminded her of the moisture that was once again collecting between her legs, readying her for them. As she gave Edward another slow stroke, harder than before, more of the liquid came out. Leaning forward, she licked delicately at the tip. She’d heard the older women at the mill giggle about this act, and some had described it as a tiresome chore they performed for their husband while others seemed to find pleasure in the act. Rowan could understand why those women had enjoyed this.
The pure worship in Edward’s eyes as she looked up at him and sealed her mouth around his girth had her moaning deep in her throat..
Garret sat down behind her on the bed, pulling her hair back and watching her take Edward. “That’s it, love, suck him nice and deep. Use your tongue while you do it.”
She followed his instructions, more than aware of his hard length pressing into her back.
Not wanting him to feel left out, she said pulled off Edward and looked over her shoulder. “Please, Garret, let me touch you while I taste Edward.”
Garret made a strangled sound and she had to bite back a giggle as he stripped so quickly, his clothes practically flew across the room. Edward used her distraction to remove his own clothing, and soon they were both gloriously nude. Her heart raced, and she was sure she was about to pass out at the sight of the male beauty before her. Edward had more body hair than Garret, and it was much darker and thicker on his chest while Garret’s chest was bare. But he did have a light brown trail of hair that led to his straining erection. He was so aroused the curved tip was almost touching his belly.
Blushing, both curious and feeling strangely shy, she examined them from beneath her lashes. Garret’s cock was long and curved, with a distinct mushroom shape to the head. Like Edward, his erection was also wet at the tip, and when she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, it was Edward’s turn to sit on the bed and hold her hair back while she gently suckled Garret.
“Touch him,” Edward urged, “he likes it when a woman plays with his bollocks.”
Though she didn’t like thinking of Edward and Garret being with another woman, she had to admit she was grateful that the men were coaching her through this. Truly, this was the first time she’d ever been naked and alone with any man, and despite all her secondhand knowledge of the mechanics of sex, she really had no clue. It was more instinct than anything else that had her gently fondling the soft sac beneath his shaft, and she was rewarded with a hard thrust to the mouth that almost made her cough.
Pulling out, Garret gave her a wild look as he said, “I’m sorry, love. Are you all right?”
Blinking the tears out her eyes, she nodded. “Don’t stop, I want more.”
Pulling her up from the bed, she squirmed against him at the feel of his erection, slick from her mouth rubbing against her belly.
Kissing her softly on the lips, Garret asked, “How much more do you want? You are in control here, my little tigress. We will do anything you desire, and give you everything we have, but only if you let us.”
Lord but his kisses were drugging, and she found it hard to think about anything but how empty she felt, and how the cure for the ache deep inside of her was pressed against her.
“I want it all.”
“Are you sure?” Edward asked, his body practically vibrating with tension behind her. “Once we have you, we’ll never let you go.”
Unexpected tears filled her eyes as she nodded. No one other than her family had ever wanted to keep her. She was the poor, scrawny woman with a big nose and oddly pale hair and eyes who was good enough for a fumble in an alley, but not to love. Not to take home and make their wife. One of the older ladies that worked at the factory with her told Rowan once that the best she could hope for in life was to be a rich man’s mistress, or a beggar’s wife.
Garret reached out and brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s just…” Her throat closed up on her tears, and she had to struggle to clear it. “No one has ever wanted me like you do. No one beside my family has every looked at me like I was someone important, treated me like I was worth something. When you look at me, I feel…” She hesitated, not wanting to use the ‘l’ word. “You make me feel cherished.”
Edward’s brawny arms wrapped around her from behind as he gently rolled them back onto the bed, with Garret following them.
“Rowan, Rowan, Rowan,” Garret chided her softly as she lay on her back with Garret and Edward looking down at her. “You don’t know your own worth. You are a treasure unlike any other, the kind of women men fight wars over. I just thank the good Lord that we were the blokes lucky enough to claim you for our own. Will you be ours, Rowan Larsen? Wear our ring in truth?”
“But my brother…” she tried to grasp onto the excuse, and that’s just what it was. An excuse.
“Your brother,” Edward said in a gentle voice, “when he comes back for you, will find his sister happily married and well cared for.”
“What if he still wants me to come to California with him?” She reached out, placing a hand on both of their arms. “I can’t abandon him.”
Garret stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his gaze kind as he gently said, “Rowan, your brother is a grown man. He is free to choose his own path in life, and while I’m sure he would like to have you with him, he doesn’t need you. Not like we do.”
“You are the missing piece of my heart,” Edward murmured as he leaned down and gave her a brief kiss on the tip of her nose. “I always imagined what it would be like when we finally found our future wife, but I didn’t anticipate how quickly you’d become an essential part of my life, of my heart. Your brother will always be welcome in our home, and we can always go visit him in California, but I beg you to please choose us.”
The pretty blue stone on her ring sparkled as she laid her fingertips against Edward’s lips, the sadness and desperation in his words and eyes touching her deep inside her heart. “I feel like I’m abandoning my brother.”
“Like he abandoned you,” Garret muttered, barely loud enough to hear.
Before Rowan could defend Ted, Edward said, “Your brother loves you, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.
“And you love him and want him to be happy, correct?”
She nodded, the skin of her arm growing sensitive as Garret slowly stroked her. “Yes.”
“Then wouldn’t he want the same for you? For you to be happy?”
She turned that thought over in her mind. “I guess so.”
Edward leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, a delightful wave of warmth rushing through her blood. “And do we make you happy?”
Unable to face the intensity of their combined gazes, she turned so she could bury her face against Edward’s furry chest. “Yes.”
Garret took the opportunity to kiss her exposed shoulder, his voice gentle as he said, “Then stay with us, be our bride, our wife, and someday the mother of our children.”
An image flashed through her mind, so real it almost felt like a memory even though it had never happened. She pictured herself sitting before an unfamiliar hearth, a beautiful little babe nursing from her breast while Garret and Edward looked on with proud smiles. Oh yes, she wanted that.
“I’ll stay,” she whispered.
Both Edward and Garret froze, then smiled so big she couldn’t help but smile back as their pure joy washed over her like a physical touch.
“You mean it?” Garret asked with both hope and vulnerability shading his low voice, “You’ll be our wife? Stay with us in Bridgewater? Let us both love you with everything we have?”
“Yes,” she nodded, trying to ignore the small pang of guilt, the lingering feeling that she was somehow betraying her brother. “Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
Edward took her hand in his own, kissing her fingertips as he said, “Little tigress, you have made us the happiest men in all the world.”
Garret pressed his hip against her, the hot length of his erection leaving a kiss of moisture where the tip pressed into her skin. “Now let us show you how good our life will be together.”
He leaned down and, when their lips met, she wrapped her arms around Garret’s neck, both of them smiling as they kissed. Happiness blossomed within her, and a great sense of relief and contentment filled the empty space in her heart with an ocean of love. She didn’t have to hear the words out loud to know that he loved her, it was a feeling as powerful as being struck by lightning. When Edward began to caress her breasts—he really did seem obsessed with the small mounds—she moaned into Garret’s mouth.
Reaching out, she managed to find Edward’s stiff, throbbing length. She stroked him lightly, matching the motion of Garret’s tongue rubbing against her own. The thought of being with two men at once had never occurred to her, but now she couldn’t imagine having it any other way. Two sets of hands stroked her, awakening her passion, and making her burn with need. Garret kept on kissing her, swallowing her grunt when one of them began to gently rub circles on her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed as those fingers moved down to her soaking wet entrance. “More.”
The men shared a dark chuckle before Garret said, “I love how greedy you are for us, love.”
She couldn’t respond, because those lovely fingers began to push inside of her, stroking in and out while Garret turned his attention to her breasts. She lost her grip on Edward when he repositioned himself so he could lick at her clit while slowly pushing one finger, then another inside her channel.
“Relax,” Garret said as he sat back on his heels, his erection standing proud between his thighs as he watched Edward, “Let us stretch you out so there won’t be as much pain.”
Another finger joined the first, and she clutched at Garret’s thigh with one hand, a pillow with the other as Edward used his devil blessed mouth to bring her to the edge. Her whole body tensed and shivered, her thighs opened wide as Edward did something where he curved his fingers and rubbed a spot inside of her that had her sitting straight up and crying out in pleasure. The orgasm seemed to explode, and Edward made a startled noise.
“Look at that,” Edward growled from between her legs, “look at her honey pouring out of her.”
Garret’s fingers joined Edwards as they both rubbed her, Garret focusing on her clit while Edward pumped his fingers inside of her.
“Do it again,” Garret urged, his blonde hair shining in the lamplight as he stared between her thighs.
Edward obliged, and Rowan practically ripped the sheets off the bed as he worked her hard, the climax ramping up while he rubbed that magic spot. Her next release was almost as intense as the first. The raw pleasure had her screaming into the pillow as wave after wave of burning desire seemed to destroy her from the inside out. The men continued to pet and coo at her, their hands stroking her trembling limbs, easing her down from her devastating climax. She had no idea it was possible to find her release back to back like that, and when she finally was able to open her eyes, she stared up at them in wonder.
“That was amazing,” she whispered in a rough voice.
Edward eased in a third finger and she felt a tiny bite of pain as stretched her even wider. “There we go, nice and soft, ready for our cocks.”
Garret and Edward switched places, maneuvering her limp form until her legs were around Garret’s hips. Looking down at her, he held his hard cock in one hand, rubbing it up and down her slit, wetting himself with her abundant release. Edward stroked himself as he watched, his dark gaze glittering with a need so hot, her own body gave a responsive shiver.
The feeling of Garret pressing into her opening had her turning her attention back to him, and their gaze locked as he slowly pushed inside. The pain was sharp enough to take her breath, and she whimpered as the head lodged inside of her, squirming uncomfortably. Edward reached down between her legs and gently rubbed her clit while Garret threw his head back and let out a low growl, sinking deeper inside of her. His hold on her hips tightened, and she was surprised that, once he was all the way inside of her, the pain eased. Maybe it was because of Edward working her clit, but her body clenched down on Garret, seemingly trying to keep him inside of her.
“Easy, love,” Garret grunted. “You’re going to make me cum before I’m ready.”
“Do it,” she urged as he slid out, then back in. “I want to feel you.”
His answer was to lay atop her, keeping his weight off her but at the same time covering her in the most delicious way. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, moving experimentally as he worked his hips between her thighs. The slide of his flared crest inside of her sensitive tissue was divine. She kissed and licked at the side of his neck, and he pumped in and out, the muscles of his back and shoulders flexing beneath her roving hands. The world ceased to exist except for them, and she held on as he began to really move, the sound of their heavy breaths and slapping skin filling the room.
The way he was positioned had his pelvis rubbing against her clit, and soon that familiar tightening sensation began in her lower belly as fire flooded her veins. Digging her nails into his back, she writhed beneath him and Garret swore. Pumping harder, he did this twist with his hips that sent her plunging into the abyss of her climax. Her pussy clenched down on Garret, and he let out a deep, shuddering groan as he held her so tightly, she could barely breathe. His shaft jerked inside of her, and a new, unusual warmth filled her while she coasted in bliss, her orgasm rolling through her.
They lay together as the waves of bliss receded, his heart pounding against her own as he kissed every inch of her he could reach.
“Thank you,” he murmured over and over. “Thank you, thank you.”
When she finally was able to make her mouth work, she said, “That was wonderful.”
Garret pulled out and she let out a soft moan, her body sore now that the endorphins were fading.
“Rowan,” Edward growled from next to her, “open your mouth, lass.”
She looked over at Edward, licking her lips at the way he was rapidly stroking his erection.
“Don’t you want to make love to me?” she asked as she turned to the side, going to her hands and knees.
“Tomorrow,” Edward promised. “If we use you too rough tonight, we might hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she all but purred, her seemingly unquenchable desire for her men warming her body anew. “I want you, Edward.”
Garret gave her arse a smack that had her yelping, “Don’t tempt him, little tigress. Your husbands know what’s best for you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Moving with a sultry grace she didn’t know she possessed, she crawled between Edward’s spread legs as he lay back. Looking up his large body, and thick erection, she conceded that maybe the men did have a point. While Garret was longer and had that delicious curve that hit her exactly right, Edward was thick enough to really stretch her. Holding his rock-hard shaft with both hands, she fastened her mouth over the tip, loving how his thighs twitched as she began to suck.
Gripping her hair in both his hands, Edward thrust himself into her mouth, his length getting impossibly harder. She remembered how he’d reacted when she played with his bollocks, and reached down, cradling them in her hands. His grip almost painfully in her hair, and she had to fight back a choke as he pushed her down until the tip of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat. With a roar that would have scared a bear, he began to fill her mouth with his seed. Burst after burst coated her tongue while she licked and swallowed as quickly as she could. Some still managed to escape, so she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after she slowly released him from her mouth.
Edward collapsed against the headboard, his eyes closed and his big barrel chest heaving like he’d just wrestled a bull.
A bone deep exhaustion came over her, and she lay between his legs, resting her head on one furry, muscled thigh as she panted.
Warm, male hands rubbed over her bottom and she let out a soft moan, her poor body at once wanting more, but begging for some sleep.
“You are so beautiful,” Garret said as he helped her move off of Edward and pulled her up between them.
Her unladylike grunt had them both laughing as she buried her face in what had to be the softest pillow she’d ever felt. Everything felt wonderful, perfect. The blankets, the bed, and most especially the two men cuddling her between them. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, and she took a deep breath of their musk, some primal part of her delighting in having two strong men keeping her safe. They began to talk to each other in soft voices that were no more than rumbles to her tired mind, and she drifted off to sleep.