N. Walters - Strands of Love

She knew they would all sleep together tonight. Or at least she hoped they would. Amazing how quickly she’d gotten used to having two other bodies in bed with her. She felt safe and secure and, dare she say it, loved with Jace and Darian lying on either side of her, their strong arms around her.

Sure, she knew it couldn’t last, but she would enjoy it while it did. “Umm, I’ll just be a minute.” She hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Leaning back against the door, she took a deep breath. No need to be nervous. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t done this before.

Last time.

The two words made her breath catch in her throat and her heart skipped a beat.

Last time.

After tomorrow morning everything would be changed forever.

Last time.

Sam gave a frustrated growl and pushed away from the door. She braced her hands on the vanity and stared at her reflection. Her eyes seemed wider and filled with emotions she didn’t want to name. Other than that, she looked exactly the same as she had yesterday, the day before and the day before that. The experience hadn’t outwardly changed her, but inwardly she was a different woman.

She twisted the tap on and splashed some water on her face hoping to cool her warm cheeks. Didn’t help. Sighing, she brushed her teeth and hair and used the bathroom.

She wished she’d brought her sleep shorts and tank in with her so she could change. Not that she expected to be wearing any clothes for long.

“Stop being silly,” she muttered. She’d slept with both men before. There was no reason to feel like a nervous filly about to confront two stallions.

She snorted at the comparison and opened the door. Both men were waiting for her. Their borrowed T-shirts were long gone as were their boots.

Darian held out his hand. “Come.”

Jace watched his brother take Sam’s hand and lead her toward the bed. He wanted to touch her so badly his fingers ached. Instead, he curled them inward, making them into fists to keep from reaching out.

His ears were still ringing from the short conversation they’d had while Sam was in the bathing chamber. No, bathroom was the name she used.

Jace had approached his brother with five simple words. I think you should stay. That had set off a short, but intense argument between them. Darian still believed Sam could be convinced to return with them. Jace was more realistic.

He loved his brother and he loved Sam and he wanted them both to be happy. If that meant they stayed while he returned home, then so be it.

All the rage, frustration and uncertainty that had filled him all day slowly drained away, leaving Jace with a sense of peace. He would accept whatever happened and he would be happy for them.

But he was here now and this would almost certainly be his last night with Sam. He grabbed her arm and tugged her away from Darian. Her eyes widened when he pulled her into his arms. He didn’t give her a chance to speak, to question. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and supple in spite of the dry heat of the land. And sweet. They were so very sweet. He licked the thicker bottom lip before tracing the top. He felt a little puff of air against his mouth when she moaned and slipped his tongue inside, tasting mint and desire.

Not breaking the kiss, he lifted her and carried her to bed. It was a tight fit for all of them, but they would manage. Darian had the sheets turned back and Jace set her down in the middle of the bed.

Darian quickly removed her shoes and socks while he went to work on the rest of her clothing. He tugged and pulled. Material ripped and delicate lace tore. He had to get her naked.

A sense of urgency was riding him hard.

When the last piece of clothing was gone, Jace knelt between her legs and devoured her with his eyes. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, plump mounds that begged a man to touch them. He leaned inward and cupped both of them, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.

“Jace.” She breathed his name and it felt like a caress. His spine tingled and his cock swelled.

He kissed the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. Jace wished she would hold onto him forever. When she was with him, his burdens seemed to lighten. They didn’t disappear, but they seemed more manageable, less overwhelming.

No one knew how many sleepless nights he’d had since the death of his father and uncles. Long, dark nights where he’d wondered if he’d made the right decisions, if his people would have enough food for the long, cold season.

He was tired, but she invigorated him.

Darian stripped off his pants and stretched out on the bed beside Sam. His brother lapped at one pert nipple before taking it into his mouth.

Jace almost smiled at the inarticulate sound Sam made, the way her hips arched upward, seeking relief.

There was a long night ahead and he didn’t plan to sleep. He could sleep when he was back in Javara. He knew his dreams would forever be haunted by Sam and this night.

So be it.

Jace stood long enough to shuck his pants and climb back between Sam’s outspread legs. He circled her ankles with his hands before sliding them upward, moving inward as he stroked her thighs.

He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he leaned inward. He smelled her arousal and licked his lips, more than ready to taste her. Jace glanced at her face and found her watching him. Darian was teasing her breasts with his hands and mouth, but her eyes were on him.

Jace parted her slick folds with his thumbs and kissed her sex. Sam’s entire body jerked and he felt the flood of her cream against his mouth and hands. Determined to bring her pleasure, Jace lapped at her pussy, tasting and exploring. He dipped his tongue into her channel, wringing a long moan of pleasure that made his balls clench.

“Come for me,” he commanded. He wanted Sam to come, over and over and over. Wanted her never to forget this night or him.

Her clit was swollen, the nub of her desire pushed out from its protective hood. He flicked it with his tongue and she cried out his name. Her hips pumped wildly now and she gripped Darian’s hair, holding him to her breasts. Jace wished it was his hair she was clinging to, wanted to feel the slight sting against his scalp as she tugged.

She was making small, incoherent sounds of delight, her hips working against his mouth. Jace slid two thick fingers into her sheath and she came. Her entire body shuddered and his hand grew wet with her cream. He licked it up, letting it coat his tongue. It was his turn to moan when her pussy clamped down on his fingers. He wished it was his cock instead, but this was enough for now.

He changed the intensity of his fingers and mouth, soothing more than arousing. Darian sat back and Jace got a lovely view of her red, distended nipples. Her skin was glowing, her eyes half closed and a lock of hair was stuck to her forehead.

She was absolutely beautiful and he could wait no longer to claim her.

Jace spread his legs wide for support before lifting her into his arms. Her breasts were plastered against his chest and her hot, wet pussy pressed against his throbbing cock. They both moaned at the same time. Her eyes flew open and met his and she smiled.

Jace lifted her until his cock head nudged against her pussy. She braced herself against his shoulders, her short nails biting into his skin as he slowly lowered her onto his thick shaft. His cock stretched her inner channel, which rippled around it and squeezed, drawing him deeper into her core.

Jace clenched his teeth and tightened his hold on her waist. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to savor the feel of her slick pussy gripping his cock, holding him inside her, welcoming him home.