Double or Nothing (6 page)

Her hips undulated and she sucked in a breath so he increased the pressure. A low moan broke from her lips and he leaned down and captured it with his mouth. Sweat broke out on his brow as he kissed her. She opened for him, her tongue rubbing against his. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the act to come until they were both breathless.

Her fingers clung to his shoulders, her nails leaving rounded crescent shapes in his skin. She cried out and Remy released her mouth. He glanced down to find Wes sucking her breast, tugging lightly on her nipple before he released her.

Remy kissed his way down her jaw and neck and over her collarbone before settling his mouth over her other breast.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Oh, we’ll please you, darlin’,” Remy promised. He nuzzled the soft mound, using the light stubble on his chin to his advantage. Cherry had very sensitive breasts. She was breathing heavily, every lungful of air expanded her chest and made her breasts jiggle.

God, she was something to see. So natural and sensual.

Remy caught the turgid nipple between his teeth and tugged very gently. A low keening sound broke from her lips and her hips jerked. The sound made his testicles tighten to the point of pain. Still, he didn’t stop.

He stroked a hand down her stomach and slid it between her thighs. She was already wet and hot. He fingered her pussy, circling her opening with his forefinger before slipping it inside.

“Remy.” The sound of his name falling from his lips had his cock head leaking. He had to get inside her.

“On your hands and knees, Cherry. I want to fuck you from behind.” He sat up next to her and with his brother’s help rolled her onto her stomach. “I want to pound into that sweet pussy until you scream my name.”

Cherry’s lungs were burning and her skin was electric. She’d never known her breasts were so sensitive, but with both Wes and Remy sucking and licking and tugging on them she’d almost lost her mind. It was as though there was a line of electricity running from her nipples to her pussy. Every time either brother played with her breasts she felt it between her thighs.

She’d come awake from a wonderful dream to find it wasn’t a dream at all. She was in bed with the Smith brothers and they were touching her, wanting to make love to her again. This time it was Remy and, she had to admit, his words alone fired her blood.

She’d had lovers who’d taken her from behind before, but this was Remy. The idea of his large cock powering in and out of her pussy excited her.

Strong hands lifted her until she was up on her palms and knees. “That’s it,” Remy crooned. “Spread your legs for me and let me inside.”

Strong, calloused hands roughly caressed her ass before sliding over her inner thighs. Cherry spread her legs, making room for Remy between them.

“I love your ass.” He gave both mounds a squeeze. “But I want to be inside your sweet pussy even more.” She felt the brush of his cock head against her opening and then he was pushing inside, stretching her to accommodate his girth and length.

She threw back her head and gasped at the sensual invasion. It almost surprised her to find Wes leaning against the headboard watching them, his hand wrapped around his hard shaft. She’d almost forgotten he was with them even though she’d certainly felt his mouth on her earlier.

Wes smiled at her, all sleepy and sexy, his tanned skin appearing even darker against the plain white pillowcase. The light was still glowing on the nightstand. Neither of the men had turned it off earlier.

Remy continued to forge inside her body. Cherry bit her bottom lip as he filled her completely. He seemed to be a bit longer than Wes, but not quite as thick. She took several slow breaths, relaxing her body, willing it to accept him.

Strong hands gripped her hips and Remy pulled almost all the way out of her channel before driving inward again. He started a slow, easy rhythm. “Wes wants you too. Why don’t you suck him off like you did for me earlier?” Remy’s suggestion made her belly tighten and her mouth water. Who knew she’d enjoy giving head as much as she did with the Smith brothers?

She turned toward Wes and licked her lips. He didn’t wait for another invitation. He was up on his hands and knees, feeding her his cock before she could blink. She opened her mouth wide and sucked hard, pulling her cheeks in tight.

Wes’ fingers tightened in her hair. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”

Behind her, Remy kept up that steady pace, his cock filling her before almost leaving her. In and out. In and out. Her inner muscles fluttered, trying to keep Remy inside her. His fingers tightened, digging into her hips, but he kept up the same speed, never wavering.

She wanted to break his control. But that wasn’t going to happen until she made Wes come. Filled with a newfound confidence, Cherry drew her mouth over Wes’ cock until only the head was inside. She traced the sensitive ridge with her tongue, drawing a groan from him. Pleased, she did it again. Then she licked the slit, tasting his warm, musky essence on her tongue.

“That feels so good, sugar.” Wes flexed his hips, pushing his way back in. This time she used her teeth, carefully dragging them over the side of his shaft. She used her tongue to tease the underside every time he pulled back. Wes swore and his hips flexed faster.

He kept his hand wrapped around his cock so he didn’t overwhelm her. Her heart overflowed with tender feelings for both brothers. They were both so big and strong, so fundamentally male, but they were careful with her, always aware of their strength.

She gasped and closed her mouth even tighter around Wes’ cock when Remy slid one of his hands between her legs. The brush of Remy’s thumb over her clit shot her straight over the edge of no return.

Her body shuddered and shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her low moan of pleasure set Wes off and he called her name before coming. The hot spurt of his semen hit the back of her throat and she reflexively swallowed. Wes cursed and kept pumping his hips until he was spent.

When he was done, he pulled away and fell back against the headboard. Cherry’s arms gave out and her upper body came to rest on the mattress. Although she’d just come, Cherry wasn’t satisfied. Remy was still inside her, his hot cock pulsing like a heartbeat.

She pushed back slightly. As if that was the sign he was waiting for, Remy broke free from all restraint and began to fuck her hard and fast. Like a stallion on a mare, his hips hammered against her, his heavy testicles smacking against her pussy with every stroke, brushing her already sensitized clit.

Cherry moaned and tried to move with him but the pace he set was too fast for her to keep up with. His hips jackhammered against her. His cock filled her again and again.

Desires rushed through her bloodstream, heating her body. Her pussy began to flutter and she was soon close to coming again.

Strong hands shoved under her and cupped her breasts. Then she was being pulled upright until her back was against Remy’s chest and his face was buried in the curve of her neck.

Cherry could barely breathe as Remy powered into her with short, fast strokes. He nipped at earlobe, his breath hot, his voice low. “Come for me, darlin’. Look at Wes watching you. Feel my hands on your tits and my cock in your pussy.”

Sure enough, Wes was watching Remy fuck her. His eyes were hot with lust and his cock was semi-aroused again.

Remy tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, tugging on them, not enough to hurt, but not gently either. Fireworks exploded inside her and she cried out. Remy seemed to swell inside her and she felt the telltale ripples of his orgasm.

Thighs quivering, pulse pounding, heart racing. She was suspended in Remy’s arms as wave after wave of pleasure swamped her. Then she was falling forward. No, not falling. Remy was carefully lowering her back to the mattress. She sprawled on her stomach and flinched when he withdrew. She was sore but she’d never felt more content in her life. She could taste Wes on her lips and her pussy still fluttered from Remy’s possession.

The mattress dipped as Remy climbed out of bed. She wished she had the energy to go to the bathroom. Maybe in a few minutes.

Calloused fingers traced her spine and she shivered. A moment later, a cover was pulled over her. “How you feeling?”

Somehow she found the energy to turn her head and face Wes. “Exhausted.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Good exhausted or bad exhausted?”

“Hmm, definitely good.” She’d never felt quite this way before. If she had more energy she might even find the prospect scary. The Smith brothers had most definitely ruined her for other men, but that was something she’d deal with tomorrow. Tonight all she wanted to do was close her eyes and rest, forget her problems for a few hours.

Remy climbed back into bed beside her, leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “How you feeling?”

Carefully, she turned her head to the other side until she was facing Remy. She licked her dry lips, wishing she had a glass of water. “Tired, but good.”

His gaze narrowed. “I think you need a bath and something to eat.”

His autocratic pronouncement brought a slight smile to her lips. “I can’t move.”

“You don’t have to.” Remy climbed out of bed and left the room again. Within seconds the sound of running water filled the silence.

“Guess that means I need to rustle you up something to eat.” Wes leaned over and kissed her forehead before climbing out of bed.

Totally bemused, Cherry pushed herself up to a seated position and shoved her hair out of her eyes. She was just in time to watch Wes’ naked butt walk out the door. The brothers certainly didn’t mind walking around buck-naked and she certainly wasn’t going to object.

Then Remy was back, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorway. He absently scratched his chest as he strode toward the bed. His cock was still semi-erect.

Cherry tugged the quilt tighter around her even as her nipples tightened, shocking her. There was no way she should be aroused again, not after what they’d just done. They were turning her into a sex maniac.

“Come on, darlin’.” Remy tugged at the edge of the quilt, but she didn’t let it go. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Going to be difficult for you to take a bath if you don’t let go of that.”

Cherry eased her legs over the side of the bed, keeping the quilt wrapped around her. She stood, but her knees wobbled and she would have fallen if Remy hadn’t grabbed her.

He ripped the covering away and lifted her into his arms. “No need to be shy.”

Easy for him to say. In spite of everything they’d done, she wasn’t quite as nonchalant about her nakedness as he was about his. She could feel her face getting warmer and knew it was probably red.

Thankfully, Remy had left the overhead light off. Instead, there was only the glow from the small light from the bedroom. She blinked until her eyes adjusted. The bathwater was running and the room was warm and slightly steamy.

She expected Remy to put her down. Instead, he climbed into the tub and sat, lowering both of them into the water. Cherry moaned when the heat of the bath surrounded her, easing sore muscles.

“That’s it,” Remy praised. “Relax and let us take care of you.”

When there was enough water in the tub, he leaned forward and turned it off. The silence was suddenly deafening. Cherry was tongue-tied, not knowing quite what to say. Thankfully, Remy didn’t seem to expect her to say much of anything.

He lifted a cloth from the side of the tub, dipped it in the water and rubbed a bar of soap over it until it produced a thick lather. Then he proceeded to wash her entire body, starting from her neck and working his way down.

She could feel his erection growing behind her, but there was nothing sexual in the way he touched her. He was all business, even when he gently washed her breasts and between her thighs. In spite of her exhaustion, Cherry found her body responding to his touch, his nearness.

He finished quickly and tossed the cloth aside just as Wes strode into the room with a small tray filled with crackers, cheese, some cold cuts and sliced apple. And if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, there was a glass of wine hiding behind the two bottles of beer. Her stomach grumbled. For the first time in days, she felt hungry.

Wes grinned. “Guess I’m just in time.” He set the tray down on the vanity and handed her the wine. She took the glass and sipped, letting the crisp, cool liquid slide down her throat. Perfect.

“Now some cheese and a cracker.” Wes sat alongside the tub with the food in his hand. She reached out to take it from him but he shook his head. “Let me feed you.”

She opened her mouth and he slipped the wheat cracker topped with sharp cheddar inside. She bit off a piece and chewed. He waited patiently, feeding her the rest of the cracker when she was ready.

Remy held her in his arms in the bath while Wes fed her. While they drank their beer, the two brothers talked about the ranch, about certain horses they were working with and chores that needed to be done tomorrow. The bath, the wine, the food and the low conversation lulled her and she felt her eyes closing.

“That’s enough for you.” Wes stood, set what was left of the plate of food aside and lifted her out of the tub. Remy pulled himself out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. Wes dried her off while Remy emptied the tub.

Sleepy and lacking the energy and motivation to do much of anything, Cherry let the brothers bundle her back into bed. She heard a shower running in the distance and knew it was Wes getting cleaned up.

Remy climbed into bed behind her, pulling her into his arms, his breath warm on her shoulder. She was beyond exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep, not until Wes joined them. When he slid into bed on her other side and threw his arm over her, she relaxed totally, giving a contented sigh.

“Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” Remy’s words made a flicker of anxiety flare, but it was quickly smothered by the need for sleep. Whatever he wanted to talk about, she’d deal with it in the morning.

Chapter Six

When Cherry entered the kitchen the next morning showered and dressed, Wes was already at the stove cooking breakfast. The stove was definitely new, stainless steel replacing the old white one she remembered. Her stomach grumbled when she caught a whiff of bacon frying. Her appetite, which had been absent for weeks, was back with a vengeance.