He lifted his lips, grinned, then rolled over toward his side of the bed.
Before she could wonder what he was going to do next, Trace eased her head toward him then covered her lips with his own.
Rachel melted again, and this time, she could have sworn she tasted them both at the same time, for just a moment. Her heart gave a kick, and all the butterflies in her belly fluttered. Nothing existed in that moment except for the way Trace’s mouth gently suckled hers and the silky slide of his tongue tangling with her own.
The bed dipped. Brandon used his hands to spread her legs, and then his hot, coarse tongue lavished a long, luscious lick on her pussy. Rachel cried out, breaking her kiss with Trace, her back arching as her body surrendered to the shaft of sexual arousal flooding her.
Trace held her gaze for a moment and grinned.
Brandon’s tongue and lips wreaked havoc with her nerve endings and emotions as the sharpness of her horniness seemed to explode over her. This time, Rachel thought she knew what to expect—a repeat of the night before.
No man had ever gone down on her before last night, and she wanted to feel those amazing sensations again. Her arousal soared, and she felt her orgasm approach, so very close.
Then Brandon lifted his mouth from her, crawled up her body, and speared his cock into her cunt.
Chapter Eight
Brandon’s eyes glittered as he stared down at her. Rachel knew her own eyes had gone wide the moment he’d thrust into her. He held himself still within her, as if he knew she wanted to savor this moment. His cock stretched her, giving her another new favorite sensation. Their gazes held, and the scent of her nectar on his face teased her. In an action unplanned, she licked her lips.
Brandon slid one hand beneath her waist and the other beneath her shoulders. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, woman, and give me your mouth.”
Her body responded as her inner woman shivered with pleasure. Brandon’s deep tone became a match that lit her bone-dry tinder. Wrapping herself around him, she opened her mouth, taking in their combined flavor, and it was the dirtiest and most arousing thing she’d ever done.
Instantly addicted, she drank them both down as she pressed her cunt closer to the man who was on her and in her and showed her, right then and there, what making love really was all about. He moved in and out of her, a hard and fast rhythm that touched deep inside her, shattering the last of the ice that had bound her soul.
Brandon lifted his lips from hers. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.”
Rachel had never made love except in the dark. No, I’ve never actually made love until this moment. She left her thoughts behind and simply moved with Brandon.
“Talk about feeling good.” She absorbed the heat of him and the power of him and felt her arousal soar higher, and higher still.
He changed his position slightly, and Rachel gasped as he managed to brush her clit with the nest of curls at the base of his cock. What had felt wonderful became better, hotter, and her need shot to desperation.
She couldn’t hold back the mewl that escaped her throat. Brandon grinned.
“That’s it, baby girl. Grab what I’m giving you. Come, fly with me.” He covered her mouth once more.
Rachel sank into him, the textures and the flavors feeding her parched soul. He removed one arm from behind her, adjusting their positions once more.
He slid his freed hand between their bodies, and his fingers found her clit and pinched.
She screamed into their kiss, and Brandon devoured her ecstasy, the shivering, quivering, life-changing spasms of pleasure that pummeled her. As she soared and as she flew, she sensed Brandon’s passion, heard his shout of triumph, and felt his cock pulsing inside her.
He eased his lips from hers and rolled slightly, bringing her to her side and into the cradle of his arms. Heat and flesh pressed against her back. Trace pulled up the blankets, effectively sealing her together with these men, safe and secure.
Rachel’s entire body tensed as she realized she was crying.
“That’s it, baby. Cry it all out. We have you.”
“I don’t want to cry, damn it!” Rachel felt like a pathetic loser. She had two hot delicious men making her the filling in a sexy sandwich, and what did she do?
Bawled like a baby.
“Before meeting us, sweetheart, when was the last time you cried?”
Trace’s question was a lifeline. At least that was how she perceived it. “I can’t remember. I don’t cry. I never cry. It’s pointless. Tears don’t help a situation. All they’re good for is making my face blotchy, my nose runny, and my sinuses stuffy.”
“No, I don’t imagine you’ve had time to cry much over the last few years,” Brandon said. “The thing is women and men are built differently. Baby girl, you have no idea how many times, over the years, I wished we men were the same because I could have used a really good cry on more than one occasion.”
“Fuck, me, too, man.” Trace said.
“You’ve had to carry it all alone—being a single mom, being a single mom with a sick child. I don’t know how you’ve done it,” Brandon said. “No one, man or woman, should have to do it all alone.”
“You’re an amazingly strong woman, Rachel Cosgrove.” Trace punctuated his praise by kissing her ear. “A few tears now, when you know you’re no longer alone, when you know instinctively that you’re safe, doesn’t change that.”
Not a lifeline. Acceptance. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “You both humble me. I don’t know what to say, and I don’t think I really know how to behave. I don’t know how to handle being taken care of.”
Brandon used a finger
