A Very Lusty Christmas (28 page)

“It’s our duty,” Patrick said, “to follow their fine example.”

Her men had moved so that she wound up being in her favorite place—between them. Everything they had just said was absolutely true. She supposed she might be able to look the women of Lusty in the eye the next morning without blushing overmuch.

She inhaled, and the scent of her men—a combination of soap and the sweat of each of them that her body and her soul recognized as her mates—filled her.

Suddenly, she didn’t care about anything except being between the men she loved with no barriers in the way.

“Then, by all means, let me do all I can to help you perform your…duty.” Every other time they’d been together, they’d undressed her. This night, fresh on the heels of her promise to them—the promise that, once fulfilled, would see her join her life to theirs forever—this night, she wanted to undress herself.

She wanted to
give
herself to them, heart and mind, body and soul.

Kate stepped away from them, and the flickering light from the hurricane lamps on the bedside tables cast beguiling shadows against the walls.

She liked the lamps, liked the softness of the light they gave. Very much feeling the heat of their gazes upon her, Kate reached up and began to open the buttons of her blouse.

With each piece of clothing she removed from her body, more of her shyness fell away, so that finally, when she stood naked before them, she felt both seductive and very, very desirable.

“My God, Kate, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Gerald’s husky praise shivered down her spine, a fine
,
satiny caress that soothed and aroused at the same time.

“Only you, angel.” Patrick’s voice quavered, and she knew the emotion would always be so much closer to the surface with him than it would be with her other husband.

Patrick reached out and with the knuckles of his left hand, gently stroked the underside of her breast. “For the rest of my life, there will be only you. You’re the beginning, and the end. You’re everything.”

“I never felt beautiful, until you. I never believed I would ever want to marry, until you. From this moment on, we’re a family, and there will
never
be anything more important to me than our family. The three of us here, and however many children we have, and whatever grandchildren and great-grandchildren we share. I promise you that—until I have breathed my last, there will only be
us
.”

“Kate.” Gerald reached for her. His hand trembled as he caressed her cheek. As he lowered his head to kiss her—a soft, reverent kiss—she saw the tears he didn’t even try to hide.

“For us, too, love,” he said. “You, us…that’s the center of our world.” He gave her to Patrick, and began to strip.

“Katie.” Patrick said nothing more, just her name, and his kiss blessed her with the same touch of reverence as his brother’s had done.

Before they got lost in each other there was one thing she wanted. Something spoken of, but not yet given.

“The last time we were here,” she said softly, “you made me a promise.”

“So we did.” Gerald met her gaze. She had to believe that he could see the excitement burning in her eyes.

“There have been a few times, love, when you’ve led us to believe you’d like to try different things—things outside of the norm.”

Kate grinned. She looked from him to Patrick, both of them looking too delicious by half. “Well, I’d say being with the two of you fulfills that. But yes.” Kate licked her lips. “There have been times when you’ve hinted at different things—things outside the norm. And I’ve hungered in response.”

“It turned you on that time you first took me in your mouth when you were on your knees before me.”

“It did.”

“And again, when I told you that I would put you over my knee and spank you.”

“I can’t explain it,” Kate said, “but that did arouse me.”

“The fantasy of it did. Now it’s time to see if the reality of it measures up.”

Gerald sat on the bed and held his hand out to her.

Kate’s stomach felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight inside her. But at the same time, the hum of arousal racing through her blood made her wet.

She knew she could always stop them with a single word. But she really did want to experience everything, at least once.

She took his hand and when he tugged, she laid herself across his lap.

“Just a taste, love,” Gerald said. He ran his hand over her ass, and she shivered even as her juices began to flow.

“All right, then. Just a taste.” She didn’t need that taste to know this was something she would need from time to time. She already knew it was.

“We’re going to give you four swats, wife.”

Kate thought of that very first night back in Washington, and the way Gerald had, like now, made his intentions known to her. She grinned and said, “Well, if you’re going to give me a spanking, make it a damn good one.”

His bark of laughter had her on the very verge of laughter, too.

Smack.
His hand landed on her ass and instead of laughing, she sucked in a breath. Her eyes watered in response to the sting, and everything inside her clutched.

“One.” He smoothed his hand over where he’d spanked her and the heat seemed to spread out in all directions.

He lifted his hand but didn’t pull his arm back.

Smack.

“Two.” Patrick’s voice shivered down her spine. She heard the edge in it, the slight tightness that told her he was aroused. Certainly Gerald’s cock, pressing against her side, felt hotter and harder than ever before.

Smack.

“Three.”

Kate couldn’t hold back her moan, nor the way her hips moved as she tried to rub herself against him. She’d never been so aroused.

Smack
.

“Four. That’s all you get, Katie. For now at least.” Patrick smoothed his hand over her ass, then pushed his fingers between her legs. “You’re so wet for us, angel.”

Patrick plucked her off Gerald’s lap and wrapped her in his arms. He kissed her, a long, tapering kiss. When he eased back and met her gaze, she saw that she wasn’t the only one aroused.

“I love you. I will always love you,” he said. He set her on her feet, then he nodded toward his brother.

“Come here, love. Come lie with me.”

Kate turned to Gerald, to the sight of his naked body, his outstretched hand. Yes, this was what she wanted more than anything. She wanted that special place they went to when they were together, like this.

She gave him her hand and he led her to the bed. She followed him down, and sighed in pleasure when he pulled her into his arms. Then Patrick came to her, his body flush against her back, and she knew that this, more than anything, was home.

This was everything.

Gerald moved, and she found herself flat on her back, with both of them leaning over her, their gazes intent.

Gerald didn’t say a word, just leaned over her and laid his lips on hers. She opened her mouth to him, offering him everything that she was. The taste of him on her tongue was like a fine, expensive wine. The heat of his body, so close, and the touch of his flesh, brushing against hers, thrilled her.

Her tongue danced with his, the slow, slick slide both arousing and joyful. His lips moved on hers, and she imagined that he tried to slurp her up as if she was an ice cream treat he needed to devour.

Gerald tapered his kiss. He lifted his lips, and his gaze snared hers. He stroked her cheek, the gesture both tender and full of promise.

Patrick kissed her shoulder, his lips warm and moist on her skin. Kate turned her head toward him, and opened to him.

He tasted like sass and sin, and Kate doubted she would ever get enough of him, of either of them.

And then she savored it, that flavor on her tongue that was one part Gerald, one part Patrick. Her nipples turned hard, the contraction of her flesh so sudden and complete it was almost painful.

“I love the way your body responds to us.” Gerald stroked his hand down the left side of her body, his fingers very clever in the way they played over her breasts and teased her nipples.

“You can tell we’re aroused just by looking at our cocks,” Patrick said. “You know that when they get hard, it’s because we’re thinking of you or kissing you, or we can smell your sweet arousal.”

“Yes, I know.” Kate showed them that she did know by reaching down with both hands and fisting those hot and hard cocks.

“Have I told you that you have wonderful hands?” Gerald asked.

She guessed she did, if the look on his face and the way he gasped and then hummed was any indication.

“The touch of an angel, with the hint of a devil,” Patrick said. “Sweet heavens, baby, no one has ever done to me what you do.”

“Good.”

“And we know when you’re aroused by the way your nipples tighten, like they are now, and by how wet you are.” Patrick held her gaze while he let his hand travel down her body and dip into her pussy. “Sopping,” he said. “Even wetter now than you were after that spanking.”

Then he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her nectar from them.

Kate never knew she could get as hot as she was right then. “Please, I need you both. Let’s not talk. Let’s just love.”

“Anything you want, Kate. Anytime.” Gerald leaned over her and kissed her, his lips and tongue ardent, and all-persuasive. He demanded, and she gave, and gave gladly. There was a power in the way he held her, in the way he wooed her, and Kate knew she loved that edge of dominance in him. She’d very nearly come when he spanked her, and she couldn’t wait for the next time he did that again.

His lips left hers and he took them on a voyage of discovery down her body, sampling and tasting every bit of her. When his tongue swirled around her nipple, when he nipped it and then suckled strongly, Kate knew a web of delight connected that pebbled peak to her clitoris.

Patrick turned her face toward his and laid his mouth on hers, sliding and sucking, licking and lapping, driving her slowly out of her mind. He covered her right breast with his hand, and even as he pinched and pulled at her nipple, she felt Gerald spread her legs and settle himself between them, his shoulders pressing against her thighs, opening them even further.

Kate nearly screamed when he dove right in, his lips and tongue avid in their tasting of her. She had no control, no way of even taking a breath, and her rapture broke over her. Wave after wave of delight flooded her senses and soaked her soul. Just as she thought she was on the way down, Gerald sucked her clitoris into his mouth, and she peaked again. This time she did scream from the intense pleasure.

“Oh, God!”

Patrick eased back as Gerald moved, traveling up her body until he’d mounted her and thrust his magnificent cock into her cunt.

“Hang on to me.”

Kate wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped when he deftly reversed their positions.

He ran his hands down her sides, his thumbs nearly gracing the nipples that now were snug against his chest. He used his hands to urge her onto her knees, and she went, moaning with the way this new position made his cock press deeper into her pussy, brushing the edge of her cervix.

Behind her, Patrick pressed closer. He reached forward, taking her hands in his, and raised her arms. Stretched out, she leaned back.

Patrick rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked down. She realized he could see his brother’s cock, right where it entered her. In that moment she felt daring and brazen and more than a little bit naughty.

“Mmm, that is so very beautiful.” Patrick’s softly whispered words caressed her neck. “Lean over him now, baby, lean forward, so I can fuck your ass.”

Oh, God, when they spoke to her like that, she felt completely naughty. She leaned forward, sighing with pleasure when Gerald wrapped his arms around her, and pressed her head to his chest.

She moaned in pleasured anticipation when the cool, silky salve touched her anus. Patrick used a generous hand, wasting no time in using his finger to open her tiny rosette. He fucked her ass with that finger, moving it in and out, and then around in a circle. She gasped when he added a second finger to the first. The burn didn’t last long, but felt delicious.

“Oh, that is so very pretty, baby. The way your ass seems so hungry for me.”

Kate shivered as her arousal began to climb anew. Gerald flexed his cock inside her and that felt so good, she hummed with pleasure. Then Patrick eased his fingers out of her ass and pressed his cock against her.

“Take what you’re given this time, Kate. Let us fuck you the way we need to fuck you.” Gerald’s gruff command pushed her arousal higher.

She’d never have guessed that she would like having a man control her—
master
her. How could she have known?

“God, you just drenched me, sweetheart. You like that, don’t you? You like having me dominate you? Tell me.”

“Yes! Yes, I love it when you dominate me. Oh, oh!” Patrick pressed his cock against her anus. Her flesh gave, opening slowly, until he slid into her in one long, slow, slide.