They were gentle, yet unrelenting, and Rachel felt an overwhelming emotional high, one that almost outshone the arousal.
“Here it comes, baby girl. Swallow.”
Rachel obeyed. The flavor, strong yet so compelling, seemed to go straight to her inner woman, to the feminine part of her that had felt so less than. Her feminine ego cheered. The closeness of these two men, the reality that she had a part of them both inside her, and the sounds of their hisses, their groans, everything, everything proclaimed her woman enough for these men. Even being shared, she was enough.
Her throat worked to take in all the cream one lover’s cock gave her while her pelvic floor muscles milked the other. And in the midst of it all, Rachel came, the waves and spasms of orgasm so wonderful, so completely perfect, she cherished each moment, each heartbeat, each breath.
“My God, woman.”
Trace eased Rachel back down on his chest so that she was lying on him. Brandon had one hand on the headboard while the other worked to slowly stroke comfort down her back. His words, spoken like a prayer, filled her with such joy.
Then she felt him give up the fight to stay on his knees. He eased down on the bed just as Trace lifted her slightly. His cock slid out of her, and he laid her down on the mattress. He kissed her lips, a light caress, then left the bed. Brandon, spooning her, nuzzled her ear.
“Thank you, baby. Was I your first?”
“The first I wanted.” The words came out without thought. She felt him tense for a moment, and then he relaxed. He ran one hand down her side. “We’ll rest here for just a moment, the three of us. Then we’ll shower.”
Trace returned to the bed. He brought the blankets back up to cover them, and Rachel nestled between them.
“I think I’ve found my personal happy place.”
“I know I’ve found mine.” Trace moved even closer.
Rachel felt completely snug between these two men. It was the best feeling, ever.
She closed her eyes for just a moment and opened them to the sound of the shower running and the sensation of being lifted into Brandon’s arms.
“I keep dozing off on the two of you. Maybe I’m too old for this.” It had been a random thought that somehow made its way from her brain to her mouth.
Brandon’s reaction was immediate. He changed his hold on her from cradling to a fireman’s carry.
The sharp sting of his hand landing on her naked ass wrenched a scream from her throat.
“No self-deprecating comments, baby. That’s rule number one.”
Rachel opened her mouth to protest then clamped it shut again. The heat from Brandon’s ass smack seemed to be doing interesting things to her lady bits. Well, this is embarrassing. I’m just going to keep my mouth shut because I don’t want them to know what that slap did until I think on it some.
“That’s quite a smile you’re wearing, brother,” Trace said. “Enjoyed delivering that slap, did you?”
“Yeah, but that’s not why I’m smiling.” Brandon eased her down so that her feet touched the floor, inches from the shower. He lifted her chin until their gazes locked. “I’m smiling because that slap made our woman horny as hell. I got a really nice whiff of her nectar, and now I’m horny again, too.”
“Well, now.” Trace didn’t say any more than that until she looked at him. “I’m horny, too, because I got to see her suck your cock. Makes me wonder what that would feel like.”
She couldn’t even really bitch about the way they were talking about her, because something about that turned her on, too. Trace reached for her hand, and she gave it to him.
He chuckled as he drew her into the shower. “You’re looking a mite peeved, sweetheart.”
The perfect opening and she had to turn away from it. “I think I might be becoming a nymphomaniac,” she said.
“Wow, lucky us.” Trace’s grin told her more than his words of reassurance could have. Maybe she was taking herself too seriously.
“Wash him, baby, then suck him off. And since we have to get moving…” The humor in Brandon’s voice sparked her own.
The irony wasn’t lost on her. She’d just eagerly given her first voluntary blow job, and now she was expected to speed suck?
“You’re going to end up being a brat, I just know it.” Brandon didn’t seem to sound too upset about that possibility.
Rachel poured a good dollop of shower gel—something light and fresh that smelled neither masculine nor feminine—and rubbed her hands together. Foam-laden, she moved those hands over Trace’s body. Around his pecs, a little tweak of his nipples, then down to cover his abdomen and then caress his cock and cup his scrotum. She moved her hands around to stroke his back and then dragged her soapy fingers between the cheeks of his ass. His shiver thrilled her. I did that.
She stepped closer then used her body as a scrubber, moving back and forth against him until she shuddered.
Rachel didn’t have to reach for one of the shower wands, because Brandon handed it to her. “Maybe not a nymphomaniac but definitely a siren.”
Brandon’s whispered words made her feel brave and bold and…sexy. She rinsed the soap from Trace and from her hands. She held the wand up, and Brandon took it.
Then she moved her legs apart just slightly, fisted Trace’s cock, and then bent over and sucked him right into her mouth.
He felt as good and tasted as good as Brandon had. Different, but really good. She felt the trembling racing through him and knew, whatever the future held for her, she would never again think of herself as what Buck had once called her—a cold fish, a waste of a woman.
She used her one hand to pump Trace’s cock and the other to cup his balls. Those she stroked gently with her
