Kenney, Laina - Overexposed [DIG Security 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“Thank you,” she said when she could trust her voice. “That was very thoughtful.”

His eyes travelled down her body, following the trail of suds, lingering for long, heated seconds on her breasts before moving lower. His gaze settled at the juncture of her thighs, and his nostrils flared as if he was trying to catch an elusive scent. His hands clenched into fists, and he took a step closer.

His eyes burned her flesh, started her heart thumping and her blood singing. Avelyn pressed her hand to the glass to steady herself.

She felt vulnerable, overexposed, standing naked in front of a man who was fully dressed. The glass between them was no barrier to his appreciative gaze.

Avelyn didn’t know quite what she expected him to do, but he didn’t make a move. There was open admiration on his scarred face, a dark hunger in his stunning navy-blue eyes, but he stood still and just watched her.

Her body arched involuntarily toward him, and her small breasts pushed up against the cool glass.

She blinked, and he was closer. His shoulders bunched and rippled under his T-shirt, and his hands rose to cover her breasts through the glass. The leashed intensity in him made her yearn for another taste of his kiss.

The vivid concentration of his stare on her body made her pussy clench. His hands traced her shape on the glass, and the image of a woman appeared on the steamed outer surface.

It was strangely erotic, almost mesmerizing to watch his hands move, drawing sensuous spirals on the familiar feminine contours. Her skin tingled in the corresponding areas even though he wasn’t truly touching her.

The heat rose in his eyes as he created his fantasy art on the glass between them, and her body moved subtly to follow the path of his hands. Her nipples were stiff against the wall of the shower compartment. She rubbed them back and forth, but the glass was smooth, and the feeling wasn’t enough. His hands pressed on the outer surface, but it was just a tease, pushing her hunger higher.

She wanted Locke’s hands, his mouth, maybe even his teeth. She wanted something she had never had before, something she didn’t even have a name for, and she wanted it from this man.

“What are you waiting for?” Avelyn moaned, slapping her hands against the glass in frustration.

He stripped his clothes off and was inside the tiny shower stall in the work of a moment.

It was Avelyn’s turn to stare. His tanned, muscular body was a work of art in itself, but art like this could never be exhibited in public, where she came from. His eyes were a hot, deep blue, and his erection stood high and thick. It was a marvel, desire rising against gravity, the veins throbbing with a speed that set Avelyn’s heart racing to keep up.

One strong arm swept her against him where his penis rested like a burning brand against the soft skin of her belly. She whimpered in need as her nipples settled against his broad chest. The heat of his skin was intense. She almost screamed with the increase in sensation.

He dipped his head to hers while one big hand slid down to cup her ass. His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh rhythmically. Her knees weakened at the darts of sensation, and she clung to his biceps. She was dimly aware that she was moaning his name over and over, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

“That’s what I was waiting for,” Locke said and took her mouth in a carnal kiss.

He explored her with his agile mouth, supporting the back of her head when her knees gave out and she sagged against him. And the kiss went on, lighting fires in her blood with every shared breath, every rich stroke of tongue on tongue.

His free hand roved over her, caressing and exploring, covering so much of her that it almost felt like he was in two places at once.

“Sam,” she cried as he wedged his naked body into the small shower stall with them. Four hands turned her until she faced Sam and Locke was at her back. She was surrounded by tanned skin over hard muscles, exactly where she had wanted to be from her first sight of these men in their tight jeans and Stetsons.

Locke’s hungry mouth moved down to her throat to nip her shoulder as Sam’s hands pulled her closer.

“Locke!”

“You’re so beautiful,” Sam said. His eyes were reverent where Locke’s were wild, but his hands on her flesh were equally powerful. Lightning bolts of sensation ripped through her.

Sam cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling the tender nipples while Locke’s hands slipped down between her legs. Every touch sent her need rocketing higher.

Avelyn cried out when one long finger slid inside her wet core, taunting her with slow pumps. She pushed her hips forward urgently, trying to capture more sensation, more friction, more something.

“She’s wet,” Locke’s deep voice said in her ear. “Tight. She’s ready.”

“Not before I get a little taste. I’ve had this on my mind for hours.”

“Damn it, Sam. My control won’t hold for long. She burns me up.”

“Too bad.”

Sam slid to the tile floor and jammed his head in between her thighs, and Locke moved his hands to brace her.

Sam shoved his stiffened tongue into her damp slit to alternately thrust inside her and then retreat to lap at her flowing cream. She would have screamed at the fierce flood of sensation, but she didn’t have the breath to spare.

Locke rubbed both calloused palms around and around over her aching breasts as Sam set up a throbbing rhythm with his tongue against her clit. He pushed one finger inside, then two. She shuddered and writhed in shocked reaction, her vision as foggy as the glass in front of her.

Her vibrator could never match their devastating tempo, and the rapture they created so easily put her little machine to shame. Their busy hands and scorching mouths soon flung her into a clenching, rippling explosion that blinded her to everything but the two men who surrounded her with their heat.

* * * *

Locke continued to stroke Avelyn’s sweet breasts, and he could see over her shoulder that Sam was still plucking and playing with the swollen rosy flesh between her creamy thighs. Avelyn was still moving, moaning, and every tiny sound went straight to his painfully stiff cock. He dropped his head to her shoulder and swore under his breath.

He was wedged in the corner of the tiny shower stall with his twin brother and the prettiest woman he had ever had the pleasure of touching. His back was against the tile, his hands were gripping supple flesh, and his cock had never been harder. He was on fire, winded and desperate, and they had only just begun.

Sam rose to kiss Avelyn and groaned harshly.

One small hand wrapped tightly around Locke’s hard shaft, and he growled. Her grasp was firm, her palm soft, and he thrust into her touch without a thought.

The water pounded down around them, and Locke’s heart pounded in time. He kneaded her breasts in frenzied pace with his speeding pulse rate.

Avelyn pumped his rigid penis, and obviously Sam’s as well from his brother’s rhythmic gasps. She dropped her hand for a moment to give his balls a gentle squeeze and roll that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing before returning to her clever stroking of his aching shaft.

Locke was still massaging her breasts and pulling at her hard little nipples while Sam’s hands were working between her legs.

Avelyn whimpered and rolled her head back and forth against Locke’s shoulder. Suddenly her body stiffened, and her grip on his shaft tightened convulsively. Her long wailing cry echoed in the small room. It pierced his heart with ecstasy.

The sights and sounds of their shared pleasure shattered his control, and he spewed in a burst of blazing heat. His cock jerked wildly in her clasp, painting her back and buttocks with ropes of white cum. Locke couldn’t hold back a harsh groan, and Sam shouted out his release at the same moment. Locke slammed one hand against the shower glass to hold himself and Avelyn upright while still caressing Avelyn with the other hand.

They wobbled together, and Locke tried to support them, but they sank to the shower floor in a heap. Sam reached out to turn off the water, but the steam continued to rise around them, locking them in a hazy intimacy. Feelings of insatiable desire mixed with the unfamiliar tenderness in his chest. He wanted to ravish her again immediately, and at the same time he never wanted to move from this spot because she was in his arms.

It confused the hell out of him.

Locke blew out a breath. He had just enjoyed the strongest and the quickest release he could recall since his wayward teenage years, and he hadn’t even made it inside her yet.

It might be a while before he could force his knees to support his weight and stand up, but his crazy cock was still semihard and stirring against Avelyn’s side.

In another minute or so, he would be ready for round two, and he was frankly too old to do it standing up twice in one session. In the absence of a bed, the floor would be fine. He would play the gentleman for her and offer to be on the bottom.

He met Sam’s eyes over Avelyn’s head, and from the greedy expression in them, Sam was in the same boat as he was.

Locke let his head fall back to rest on the tile. He’d worry about these powerful new feelings and what the hell they meant an hour from now. For the moment, he had a beautiful woman limp and panting in his arms with the pleasure she had just experienced, and he wanted more.

He was just leaning down to kiss her beautiful, flushed mouth when the rapid knocking on the door startled her eyes open.

Chapter 6

The loud knocking on the door seemed to surprise them all.

Avelyn sat up on Sam’s stomach, Sam cursed, and Locke extricated himself from the tangle of limbs and her long auburn hair in record time, jumping up to brace one arm against the door.

The sight of his gorgeous muscular body and fantastic butt distracted Avelyn, so it took her a moment to recognize Lynn Patton’s voice when it filtered through the thin veneer of the door.

“I’m glad to hear that you took my advice,” Lynn said, and Avelyn felt her face flush with warmth, “but your uncle is here now, dear. I think you need to get out here before he tears the place apart. I’ve kept him out of the medical office for now, but he’s pacing the hall. I’m guessing you’ve only got a few more minutes. I’ll be waiting outside.”

Locke started rummaging in the large sack he had brought in earlier.

“What did Lynn mean about taking her advice?” Locke asked, searching in the bottom of the bag for something.

Avelyn ignored the question. She had no intention of telling the men about the medic’s advice. The fact that she had just indulged in a full-body, double-cowboy massage was more than enough without actually discussing the subject.

Avelyn rose unsteadily and used a towel while Sam stayed on the shower floor for a moment. He was just shaking his head and snickering.

“Well, get up, you fool,” she said and dropped the now-damp towel on his head.

Sam laughed from under the damp cloth then rose to his feet with the towel in one hand.

The sight of his sculpted stomach and raging hard-on made Avelyn’s heart skip. She looked over to see that Locke was in much the same condition, and her pussy cramped with renewed longing.

Locke turned to her, his hands filled with items from the bag. He took a long look up and down her body, then grimaced.

“Nope, we just don’t have time,” he said, shaking his head as if she had made some carnal demand of him. “Conn is not a patient man, and I’d rather not be killed on such a fine day.”

Avelyn took the clothes he passed to her, but she didn’t put them on right away. She was far too busy watching Locke and Sam struggle to tuck two massive erections into their snug denims. It looked like an impossible task.

By the time the men were finished swearing and zipping, Avelyn’s mouth was watering with the need to start all over again. This time she wanted a bed, a locked door, and no uncle waiting outside with clear impatience. She wanted all the time in the world to explore these two men while they were still in the mood to let her. Before they realized that she wasn’t very knowledgeable or very experienced. Before they moved on to their next woman and left her behind with only memories for company.

Avelyn started when four hands carefully smoothed the arnica lotion over her bruised face and arm. Their faces were intent, and both men grimaced whenever she did, apologizing for the pain.

She felt good for the first time in days. Or maybe she had never felt this good before, bruises notwithstanding. She stood and let them care for her. The concern they showed her could easily get to be addictive.