Summer Surrender (Phases Series, Book Six) (4 page)

Josiah reached around her and handed her a glass of wine. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweet cheeks,” he murmured in her ear. “It’s kind of hard not to notice what’s going on down there.”

She turned slightly to look at him, discomfort warming her skin almost as much as the bonfire, but she nodded her head in agreement.

“It’s also natural to be curious…and aroused,” he added, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

She stiffened, glass halfway to her lips. “I’m not aroused.”

“I beg to differ.” There was no mistaking the amusement in his voice.

“Excuse me?”

He stepped closer, and the heat radiating off his body seeped into her. “It’s almost full dark, but there’s enough light from the fire to tell that your nipples are hard little knots.”

Hollis glanced down. The turgid flesh poked against the bodice of her sundress. She quickly pulled the towel more snuggly around her.

“You can hide your body’s reaction, but you can’t hide your scent.”

She automatically squeezed her thighs together. “Even if I was, there’s no way you could smell that over the scent of the wood smoke, wine, sunscreen and everything else. You’re just guessing.”

“I have a very sensitive sense of smell.”

She shook her head and tossed back the rest of the wine, barely tasting it, her glass clenched in her trembling hand.

A dark shadow detached itself from the house and moved down the hill. She could tell from the size and gait that it was Daniel. Nervous butterflies tumbled through her stomach, and she barely noticed when Maggie and the guys made their way up the hill toward their car. Thankfully, they’d stopped short of having sex on the beach, but knowing that was where their evening was headed didn’t lessen any of her discomfort.

Now that they were gone, she could grab her stuff and leave, too. However, she couldn’t convince herself to move away from Josiah or Daniel now that he stood right in front of her. The firelight accentuated the sharp angles of his cheekbones and his burnished copper skin. It also highlighted the tightly corded muscles of his arms and chest. If not for the low slung swim trunks, he’d look like a native warrior from a time long past.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling along her limbs and settling in her womb.

“Nothing. I was just thinking I should get going.”

At the same time, Josiah said, “Hollis is just wondering what a threesome is like.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a minute, she was positive she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. “I…no…you.”

“Josiah tends to be a little pushy when there’s something he wants. Or someone,” Daniel amended, his eyes never leaving her face. “But I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that we’re both attracted to you.”

She snorted. She knew Josiah was an outrageous flirt, and there was something in the way Daniel looked at her, but she’d never really thought it was attraction. Not to her. Not really.

Daniel took a step closer, and his eyes narrowed. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“Look, you’re both really sweet, but no, not really. Where I come from, guys like you two don’t go for women like me. So, I guess the short answer is no, I don’t really believe you.”

Scowling, he took the wineglass from her suddenly limp fingers, tossed it onto the sand and grabbed her hand. He turned her palm outward and pressed it to his groin. Her fingers closed reflexively around the hard ridge of his cock.

“Does that feel like I’m not attracted to you?”

She slowly shook her head, barely able to process what he was saying.

“I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment you first walked into the office.”

“He’s not the only one,” Josiah breathed against her neck, his lips trailing soft kisses over her increasingly heated flesh and his hands skimming over her hips. “We both happen to love women with curves.”

Her head dropped back against his chest, but she couldn’t look away from the blatant desire in Daniel’s gaze. Nor could she pull her hand from his cock.

“I’m not interested in fucking some bony little thing I have to worry about breaking,” he said as he continued to stare into her eyes. “I want to have sex with a real woman—not a department store mannequin.”

“So yeah,” Josiah breathed. “If there’s the least little chance you’d be interested in trying a ménage, we’d really like it to be with us.”

It was difficult to accept what they said, but it was even harder to ignore the evidence of the arousal pressed against her palm and the other one pressed against her ass.

“And I should probably let you know,” Daniel whispered. “I heard what you said earlier about not being averse to experimenting.”

Daniel watched her, waiting, while Josiah stood tensely behind her. She could either run or jump in with both feet. Wasn’t she entitled to a little fun? And even if it went horribly, she’d never see them again after the summer was over. So why was she hesitating?

A hysterical bubble of laughter threatened to burst free. In a desperate attempt to smother it and her insecurities, she stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Daniel’s mouth.

In that single moment, it was as if all restraint had been abandoned. Daniel slid his fingers into her hair and tilted her head to the side as he deepened the kiss, stroking her throat with his free hand. She knew he had to be able to feel the pulse that hammered wildly at the base of her neck. Opening beneath his insistent lips, she welcomed the heated stroke of his tongue. He tasted of wine and something warm and almost drugging. She couldn’t identify it, but she wanted more. Her hands slid upwards over his bare, tightly muscled stomach.

He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips, and pressed into her, pushing her into Josiah. Trapped. Two solid erections throbbed against her as Josiah moved closer, too. His hands settled firmly at her waist as he pushed nearer, nudging the towel out of his way and dropping kisses over her shoulders and up the side of her neck.

Need flooded her body at the sensation of their lips coasting over her skin. Josiah splayed his hand over her stomach. Her muscles jumped at his caress. For a moment, she tensed at the thought of him touching her there. One more reminder of her less than svelte body. But he didn’t seem to mind or even notice. He dragged his fingertips across her, tugging at the fabric of her dress and sending shivers of need racing through her.

As if there was some sort of silent signal, both men spun her to face Josiah. He wasted no time claiming her lips—kissing her as if he needed the very air she breathed. Daniel swept her hair over her shoulder and dragged hot, open-mouthed kisses down her spine. Her pussy clenched emptily. She couldn’t remember ever being this desperate to be touched. To be filled.

She bunched her hands in Josiah’s snug-fitting T-shirt and drew him closer. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with two men she barely knew. Hell, with two men at all. It wasn’t like her to be so completely reckless. But as inexplicable as it was, she trusted them. Both of them. And she couldn’t let this chance pass her by. Who knew if she’d ever have the opportunity again? Even if it was just for tonight, it would be worth it. She hoped.

“Relax,” Daniel breathed against her ear. “You’re over thinking this. Either you want this to happen or you don’t. Say the word, and it stops.”

The anxiety she felt before increased. She’d regret it forever if she stopped now. She shook her head slightly, freeing her mouth from Josiah’s.

“I want this,” she choked out, closing her eyes. “I want you.” She swallowed hard past the sudden lump in her throat. “I want you both.”

Relief emanated from both men. Josiah resumed kissing her while Daniel slid his hands beneath the straps of her sundress. She trembled at the slightly rough sensation of his fingertips caressing her skin. Slowly, so slowly, he dragged the straps down until they draped loosely over her upper arms. The soft fabric felt almost rough against her over-sensitized flesh. Each tug pulled the material over her breasts tighter, and her nipples knotted almost painfully.

Josiah lifted his head and stared down at her. The firelight glinted off his hair, making it look almost coppery, and his lips were damp from their kisses. The longer he stared at her, the harder her nipples throbbed. Daniel rested his head against hers as he continued to tug on the straps of her dress, exposing the upper swell of her breasts. Both he and Josiah inhaled sharply as her bodice caught and held on the swollen tips.

Daniel yanked one last time and bared her breasts completely, tangling her arms in her dress, trapping them at her sides. He reached around and palmed circles over her nipples. She arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her parted lips.

Josiah pushed away one of Daniel’s hands and sank to his knees in front of her. He drew her nipple into the sweet, scalding heat of his mouth. Daniel followed suit and knelt next to Josiah, sucking hard on the other needy bud. It pebbled further against his tongue.  She cried out at the overwhelming sensation of two men pleasuring her at once. Wicked and wanton, she wanted more. She lifted her arms as well as she could and grasped the backs of their heads, greedily demanding.

Both men complied, sucking harder and dragging their fingertips up the insides of her thighs, edging toward her needy cunt but veering away when they’d get too close. Her panties had to be soaked by now. Every fleeting touch, every teasing stroke had her writhing between them, silently begging for more.

Finally, someone, she didn’t know who, cupped her mound, and she bucked against his hand.

“You’re so wet,” Daniel groaned.

“Let me see,” the other man demanded.

Daniel moved his hand, and Josiah tugged aside the crotch of her underwear and stroked a blunt finger along her sodden folds.

Hollis’ head dropped back as he repeated the action. God, how long had it been since she’d been touched? She couldn’t even remember. All she knew for sure was she didn’t want them to stop.

Daniel, at least, she thought it was Daniel, yanked her panties down her legs while Josiah tugged the skirt of her dress upward. Between the cool breeze blowing in off the lake, the fire in front of her and the hot, wet press of their mouths and hands, her body was on overload. Sensations shuttled through her so quickly, she could barely think. Daniel drew his thumbs down along her cleft before spreading her lips and exposing the tender skin of her pussy.

Between the roaring bonfire and the light of the near full moon, Daniel could see the moisture glistening on her flesh. Bowing his head, he leaned forward and dragged his tongue along her folds, tasting her. Her tangy, sweet flavor exploded on his tongue, and he wanted more. He continued to lap at her, carefully avoiding her swollen clit. He wasn’t ready to let her come quite yet.

Hollis’ legs trembled as he devoured her, and she braced herself on his shoulder, digging her fingers into his muscle. Her breathing sped up, becoming shallower with each inhalation. She was close. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge into release.

Josiah, sensing the same thing, rose and pulled her back to lean against him. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts, rolling the firm buds of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Daniel glanced up at her. Her head lolled back against Josiah’s chest as her whole body strained. Her free hand dug into Josiah’s thigh as she seemed to struggle to keep herself upright. Her teeth sank into her trembling lower lip.

He stopped tormenting her and drew her clit between his lips so he could feather his tongue across the needy flesh. That was all it took. A low, keening cry mixed with the night noises as she came. The sound of her pleasure was almost enough to make him come, too.

He took his time gentling her, reveling in the warm silk of her skin and the honeyed taste of her body. Josiah murmured softly to her and sank down on a piece of driftwood that served as a bench, pulling her to sit on his lap. Only then did she stiffen.

“Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

Both men shushed her, and Josiah wrapped his arms around her more tightly. They were going to have their work cut for them, disabusing her of her misconceptions about herself.

Standing, he leaned down and dropped a tender kiss on her upturned mouth. “I’ll be right back,” he said in response to her questioning look. Daniel jogged up the hill and grabbed some condoms from the bathroom and a quilt from the closet. They’d go inside later, but for now, he wanted to take her under the stars.

When he returned, Hollis was cuddled into Josiah’s arms, but she still looked stiff and uncomfortable on his lap. Spreading out the blanket on the ground, Daniel knelt on it and beckoned her to him. She crawled toward him, her hair a disheveled mess and her dress tangled around her waist and thighs. Her cheeks were still flushed from her release, and her eyes were bright with arousal.

Josiah followed her onto the blanket, catching the fabric of her dress and pulling it the rest of the way off. Naked, she drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Daniel brushed her hair from her face. Cupping her cheek, he bent to kiss her. Lifting his head, he stared into her wide, brown eyes.“Never hide from us.”

Josiah lifted her chin and guided her to face him. “You’re beautiful. Never forget that.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, coaxing until she opened beneath his mouth. Groaning, he delved inside. She raised her hands to fist in his hair as he laid her back against the blanket-covered sand then shifted to lie beside her.