One Night with Sole Regret 03.5 Share Me (Prequel) (5 page)

"It's a ritual?" She glanced at the door. "Like, what do you mean? I’m not a virgin if he’s thinking I’d make a good sacrifice to the gods."

Owen shook his head.
"No, nothing like that. He thinks sex is some sort of spiritual connection with the earth. That the body is the gateway to a person's soul. That the right connection between two people during sex can become a religious experience. That's why he only goes so far. It’s far more personal for him than most guys.” Which was partially the truth and partially a way to protect his friend’s still wounded heart from questions Lindsey might ask. “Do you think it's weird?" Because if this woman was critical of Kelly in any way, Owen would show her to her snow-covered car in an instant.

"Not weird," she said.
"Interesting. So if a woman was to get him to fuck her..."

"I think he'd love her forever." Owen chuckled. "Don't get your hopes up, doll.
He’s not ready for love just yet. We will make you feel wonderful though."

Lindsey
placed her palms flat on his chest and looked up at him. "I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me."

He circled her back with both arms and tugged her
forward to hold her loosely against his chest. Her entire body was quaking. As he'd suspected, she was far more confident in words than in actions. Owen stroked her back gently and brushed gentle kisses against her hairline. When Kellen returned there would be no time for tenderness and while what he did with Kellen made his balls throb just thinking about it, he liked a little connection with his bed partners before he got naked. Lindsey rubbed her face against his neck, her lips finding the pulse point in his throat. She placed a wet, tugging kiss on that sensitive spot and the sensation shot straight to his balls. Okay, he admitted it. It really didn’t take much to seduce him.

Lindsey’s
soft breasts warmed against his chest.

"Can I take your shirt off?" she asked. "I want to feel your bare skin against mine." She didn't take her eyes off his as she reached for the hem of his T-shirt. "Owen," she whispered. She removed his shirt and released an excited breath as her gaze roamed his inked chest and the barbells in each nipple. "Your body is even hotter than I imagined."

Owen grinned. Unlike Kellen, he wore a shirt most of the time, but he worked out just as hard as his friend to keep his muscles tone and cut for the ladies.

Lindsey plastered herself to his chest. The heat of her skin permeated his thoughts until all he could think about was warm, soft, female flesh
and being buried balls-deep inside it. He flattened both palms over her back and tugged her against him so that her full breasts pressed into his chest. Kellen was going to flip out when he saw how endowed she was. He would have turned her body into a work of art no matter her shape or size, but they both liked the way ropes looked when they dug into a full pair of tits.

What was taking Kellen so long anyway?

Owen began to massage Lindsey's back, kneading her muscles until she melted like butter against him. "I think Kellen wants to help me with this part," Owen said.

"With what part?"
Lindsey lifted her head to look at him. She looked tranquil. She wouldn't be looking that way for much longer.

"Preparing your body."

"Oh my body has been prepared since the moment you walked out on stage tonight, Owen."

He chuckled low in his throat. "I honestly doubt that."

The door handle turned and Owen took a step back, drawing Lindsey deeper into the room with him. Kellen smiled when he closed the door behind him.

Chapter Eight

Lindsey had surely died and gone to heaven. Not only was she half naked in the arms of one Owen Mitchell, Kellen
Jamison had just entered the room and was looking at her as if she was his Thanksgiving feast. It was sweet of Owen to try to make her feel comfortable with whatever was about to happen between them, but he honestly didn't have to. She had been serious about him being at the top of her fuck-it list. And Kellen really had always been second, but now that they were all together in the bedroom of their tour bus, she realized how shortsighted she'd been. Both of them at once. That was the true pinnacle of sexual delight. Would she survive the mere thought of being with them both? Even if Kellen did have an unusual way of thinking about sex, she was more than willing to see what his ritual entailed.

"I thought you'd be farther along by now," Kellen said. He moved to stand behind Lindsey. When the cool skin of his hard
chest pressed against her bare back, she didn't bother stifling her moan of bliss. Sandwiched between the two hottest men she'd ever dared fantasize about, Lindsey was sure she really had died and gone to heaven.

Kellen's hands moved between Lindsey's belly and Owen's. He stroked her skin with long, strong fingers. The same fingers he used to make six-strings sing made her skin
tingle with excitement. Owen's hands slid over her back with equal care.

Kellen's hands cupped her breasts and she shuddered. "Beautiful," he whispered. "I can't wait to create art with your body."

"Hmm?" she murmured.

Kellen and Owen moved away at the same instant and she had to take a step to keep from sliding to the floor.

"Take your pants off for us, Lindsey," Kellen said.

Without the slightest hesitation, s
he unfastened her jeans and slid them off. Struggling to remove her boots and socks while standing, she decided she must be quite a turn-off at the moment as she gracelessly got naked.

"She has the perfect shape for this," Owen said.

"I could tell from the start," Kellen said.

She stood before them in her bra and panties and fought the urge to cover herself. They were both assessing her with keen scrutiny.

"Diamond weave?" Owen asked Kellen.

"Except for her breasts and her ass.
We're going to cage them."

"What are you talking about?" Lindsey asked.

"You said you were okay with being tied," Kellen said. "You haven't changed your mind have you?"

She glanced at Owen, who was smiling at her warmly, and then turned to look at Kellen
, who was far more intense. He was almost animalistic in the way he looked at her. "No, I haven't changed my mind."

"It won't hurt," Owen said.

"I'm not afraid." A bit confused, yes. Hornier than a desert toad, yes. But not afraid. "Should I take off my underwear?" she asked. Though her thighs were quaking at the thought of being entirely naked, entirely exposed before two men she idolized, her voice was surprisingly steady.

"Owen will take care of that for you," Kellen said. "Get the oil," he said to Owen.

"Which one?"

Kellen surprised her by surrounding her in and embrace, which was now quite warm
. He inhaled deeply. "Honeysuckle," he said. "You smell amazing," he whispered to her as Owen started rattling around in a cabinet on the other side of the room. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

Lindsey shuddered at the thought of this man with his head between her thighs. She wanted to fist his long, silky hair in both hands and rock her pussy against his face. And she wanted Owen to thrust into her mouth so she could suck him while Kellen ate her out. She wasn't sure if they were up for suggestions, so she just clung to the thought and Kellen's hard chest until Owen returned and unfastened her bra with a practiced flick.

Lindsey moaned as Owen's hands reached around her and began to rub oil into the skin of her belly. He started the sensitive flesh just above the waistband of her panties and worked his way up, fingers rubbing in small circles, thumbs massaging more deeply into her flesh. An instant later Kellen dumped some of the sweet smelling oil on his hands and standing before her reached around her to rub the oil into the flesh of her lower back. They worked their way upward—both thorough, both meticulous, both gentle in their muscle-loosening technique. Owen took two more handfuls of oil and covered her breasts, massaging them in slow circles. She was tempted to lean back against his chest, but Kellen's hands were working her back just beneath her shoulder blades and she didn't want to interrupt the duel assault on her senses. She couldn't even open her eyes to look at the magnificent specimen of a man before her. She could only concentrate on the sensation of their hands turning her muscles into delighted pools of relaxation.

"She has beautiful breasts," Owen whispered. His breath stirred her hair and though his body wasn't pressed against her back, she could feel the warmth of his skin behind her.

"They are beautiful," Kellen said. "Every inch of her is beautiful."

Lindsey wanted to deny it. She'd been carrying around a few extra pounds recently and felt decidedly plump most days.

"The give of her flesh will look beautiful in your ropes," Owen said.

So they had noticed she wasn't rail thin.

"I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Owen's hands slipped under the curves of her breasts and lifted them. "We're going to have to devise a way to keep these pretty pink nipples hard."

Something warm and wet slid over the surface of one straining tip of her breast. Lindsey's eyes flipped open and her mouth dropped open in wonder. She glanced down to find Kellen licking her nipple as if trying to capture the last bit of pudding at the bottom of a parfait glass.

Owen caressed her breast.

Kellen rubbed his lips over its tip.

Oh God.

She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through Kellen’s shoulder length hair. It felt like silk against her fingers.

He tilted his head so he could look up at her while his tongue laved her tender nipple. His eyes were so
dark, they were almost black in this lighting. His stare drew her in until she couldn't tear her gaze away.

"We definitely need to keep them hard," Kellen said.
“So pretty when they’re hard.” He flicked her other nipple with his tongue and her entire body jerked. "We'll have to set up the rings."

She had no idea what he meant, but rings, ropes, whatever. She wanted every experience these two could offer her body.

Kellen gave her nipple a sharp nip with his teeth before kneeling before her on the floor. After collecting more oil from the bottle on the dresser, he began to massage it into her thighs. His forehead rested against her lower belly and he inhaled deeply through his nose. "God, baby, I can already smell your excitement." He nudged her thighs farther apart, hands working oil into the insides of her legs.

“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.

“Yes.”

“And Owen?”

“Yes. Both of you.”

“Are you wet?”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pussy quaking with excitement.

“I bet
you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”

"You ca
n't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.

"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying
Shade."

"Talking."

Kellen snorted. "Figures."

"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed an
d decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.

"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."

Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.

"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."

"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."

Owen released the hand he was massaging
so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.

"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."

She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”

Owen pushed th
e drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."

"Red and green?"

He nodded. "And gold."

Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."

She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.