In Deep (2 page)

Their lips parted in unison to taste and lave even more. Jaidyn didn’t even attempt to stop the sigh she knew she shouldn’t have uttered.

She was drawn out of the fog she couldn’t quite name when she felt Connor’s hands drifting down her sides to the small ribbon holding the flimsy gown that was her last pitiful shred of modesty. It glided off her shoulders as Connor gently prodded it off her arms, parting it to expose her breasts to both men. In her shock she let her arms fall and offered no resistance to Connor pulling the garment off.

The madness of it! She was going to–

It was the only way. Jaidyn had not been innocent when she’d come to Madame Poivre’s, but she had also never experienced anything like this. She’d only imagined enduring quick pain, sacrificing her comfort and dignity to achieve her goals. Surely this was wicked beyond measure, and so now was she. Not only was there so far no pain and no quickness but–to her eternal damnation, she was certain–it felt good. And–Lord help her–she wanted it to continue.

Reinier sat back and gazed at her exposed breasts. Her nipples tightened in the cool air. His large hand was on her chin, easing her farther back onto Connor’s chest as the Irishman’s kisses moved down to her shoulder. Reinier’s hand moved from her chin to subtly wander over her neck and then move down to cup one of her breasts.

The sweetness of the sensation barely registered before it was doubled as Connor caressed the other. Her pulse beat a jig when his rough thumb brushed against the hard peak. She sighed as his lips once again bathed her neck. When those soft kisses turned to gentle bites over her beating pulse, she arched, instinctively opening herself to their ministrations.

Jaidyn was lost in pleasures she hadn’t known existed. Once again a restlessness she couldn’t define crept into the enjoyment. She couldn’t seem to stop her body from moving. Her hand reached out for something to hold and found the bedspread. Reinier intercepted it and brought it to the buttons of his shirt, whispering against her skin, “Undress me.”

Without thought, her shaky hands worked the buttons of his shirt, inexplicably eager to feel what lay underneath. There was a slight tug behind her as Connor worked the laces of her corset. It fell away at the same time Reinier pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The next instant Reinier’s mouth was tasting her skin again while he guided her hand back to his belly.

His skin was warm and soft and the muscles underneath were taut. Jaidyn was so wrapped up in the unique tactile sensations she did not realize her hand was being guided slowly downward. But when her fingertip skimmed the seam of his breeches, the actual magnitude of his enjoyment became glaringly clear.

She tensed and instantly felt ashamed of her virginal reaction. The next instant, Connor leaned in against her back as if to see what might be amiss. His broad chest against her back felt protective in a way.

But the reality that was now very clear was the matter. Their sweet kisses and balmy affection had lulled her into forgetting about what lay at the end of this business agreement–and that there were two to contend with. Yet she knew she must go on.

Right or wrong, there was pleasure for her in this. She had never thought there ever would be. And for whatever reason, she felt oddly safe with these men. She’d curse herself later if she was horribly mistaken, but with Connor there she somehow knew it would be all right.

When he began to gently suck her earlobe and his hands came around to lightly cupping, then squeezing her breasts, Jaidyn convinced herself that at least there was this pleasure now and she would enjoy as much of that as she could until it came to the humiliating act itself.

Everything else felt oh so nice, especially now as Reinier took the offering Connor held in his hands and began to suck and nip at her sensitive breasts until she gasped for more. Jaidyn leaned more fully onto Connor’s strength while Reinier continued his assault.

The delicate fragrance of little white roses combined with something deeper, masculine and heady nudged her senses. Sandalwood. That was it. It wrapped itself over her tongue and stole into her nose. Tiny whiffs of it spread through her body and multiplied that strangely comforting feeling she had. Jaidyn gave a soft gasp and inhaled more of that fine aroma.

She didn’t even notice that Reinier had untied her undergarment until Connor lifted her body slightly off the bed. The last bit of cloth between herself and what was to come slipped off.

Connor laid her down at the end of the bed and was gone. Jaidyn fought the urge to turn and find him, reach for him to come back, tell him that she needed him.

Before she could move, Reinier, with his tousled blond hair and piercing pale eyes, loomed above her. Instead of the sweet, light but slightly musky combination of roses and sandalwood, another bouquet filled her head. Deliciously sweet, like opium made from lilac poppies, yet there was something that made Jaidyn lick her lips and clear her throat as it slightly burned. Pepper, she thought and almost smiled at the contrast in Reinier’s natural scent.

Jaidyn watched him as his beautiful lips drew a path of sweet, wet kisses down her body that set her shivering. But not with cold. His hand found the junction of her thighs and she allowed him to part them while his mouth continued to taste her heated skin.

Once more she couldn’t fight the need to move, pushing both into his seeking fingers and then into the soft tick underneath her. Jaidyn’s sigh held both delight and relief. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feel of Reinier’s hand moving over her thigh to rest just above her mons.

On the bed above her she heard a low, favorable sound. The fact that Connor watched what she could not and reveled in what he saw sent a thrill through her veins and heightened each sensation tenfold.

Again Jaidyn gasped the instant Reinier’s probing fingers opened her nether lips. His touch was delightful. His expert fingers stroked her with just the right pressure in just the right places. Each of his small movements sent delicious waves of welcome shudders through her body. A soft, appreciative sound escaped her when Reinier’s deft fingers spread and explored some more.

That murmur turned into a keen and her back arched as he found her small erect nub and concentrated his attention there. A tickly, fiery feeling took hold and shook her whole being. She arched and moaned as funny stings sizzled through every muscle in her body. She pictured Connor watching, felt something akin to the warm glow of the sun just out of her reach. It was as if she was climbing too many stairs, only the strain in her muscles wasn’t unpleasant.

Reinier stroked her folds and rotated his fingers on her sweetest spot until that sensation in her belly spread with a rush to her toes, her breasts, her fingertips, even to the roots of her hair. Then it was almost agonizing and she didn’t know why, but she spread her legs more, a rough moan coming from deep inside her.

Abruptly, Reinier’s touch stilled.

Jaidyn groaned with quick short breaths the very moment. She couldn’t help it, but something like disappointment grew in her as every tingling wave of that sweet, heady rush through her body seemed to ebb and dwindle with every breath she took. Connor’s wicked chuckle made her confusion and frustration that much more palpable.

But she was not abandoned for long. She soon felt Reinier parting her slick folds again. He made short eye contact with her.

Jaidyn didn’t quite know what to make of his lopsided, knowing grin. His fingers seated so intimately caused another wave of that delicious rush to flicker again. Then he was gone from her line of vision. Jaidyn lifted her head just a bit and saw him bend toward her–

What did he …?

To her shock and surprise, his tongue set to work where his expert hand had left off.

No-ohh …

Was that …?

Good. Lord!

His touch–hot, wet, wonderful–stoked a fire in her, raging and more eager than before. It moved through her, replacing her blood with molten syrup that licked at her, threatened to burn her from within. Jaidyn thought it impossible, but he was even more skillful with his mouth than with his fingers. She felt him spread her folds and he burrowed deep, his tongue swirling around her sweetest spot and licking over her in tiny, quick flicks in between. Jaidyn heaved off the bed even higher than before.

She quivered against his lips and writhed in desperation to reach whatever it was she’d been denied before, breathless, unable to do anything but moan. Something built in her, it swirled and pulsated in her.

Suddenly she knew. Suddenly Jaidyn realized there was a name for how she felt. It was pleasure, pure, simple, ecstatic pleasure that caused her to moan; relentless desire that lashed inside her and continued to build that pressure she knew from before. She was climbing toward something with every swirl and flick of his tongue. And she was almost, almost there. It was just out of reach–

But just like before, he halted and Jaidyn opened her eyes to stare at the plaster of the ceiling. He’d denied her again and she was torn between giving a frustrated harrumph or moaning at the exquisite shower of sparks raining on her.

Whatever it was he was doing, surely this torture was much worse than if it had been short and rough like she’d expected.

The bed moved under her and she saw Reinier knelt between her spread thighs, looking at her creamy folds. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her, but another movement caught his attention and his eyes flicked up above her.

Connor moved from the bed also. Just then Reinier used the flat of his hand to apply gentle pressure to her overly sensitized nub and her hips jerked against his hand and the small relief it brought.

Crouching down behind Reinier, Connor took her in. He bent his dark head toward her in a slow, seductive movement, never taking his intense eyes off her.

“Let me have a taste.” Jaidyn shivered at the low rumble of his voice. “She smells so sweet.”

When he spoke, his breath cooled her skin, making it pucker with goose bumps all over her. Reinier’s hand moved just a little to make room. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.

Then Connor’s mouth was playing a symphony on her most sensitive spot, swirling light and fast. The longing in her built so fast she shivered once again and Jaidyn spread her legs even more, opening for him, silently asking him to end this marvelous torture for her somehow.

Passion steamed through her and Jaidyn gave herself up to it, to that familiar pressure, to the force of it that grew as his magical tongue twirled over her.

She released her death grip on the bed sheets and threaded her fingers into the thick, silky strands of Connor’s black hair.

Her hands fisted in the soft mass, pulling him closer. The pleasure was almost pain now, but Jaidyn didn’t think she could bear it if Connor also stopped right at that point.

“Please!” Her plea came out in a sob.

Connor’s laugh vibrated though her. She writhed with every pass of his tongue. Something inside her coiled, tighter and tighter.

Finally, with one more sweet flick of his tongue, that something broke. She thought she’d shatter, every fiber of her exploding with bliss at once. Arching her spine off the bed, she felt as if she could fly. It was magnificent, breathtaking, miraculous, and filled her with so much joy she didn’t want it to stop.

But it ended too soon and she was back in her body, tiny spasms raking it still. Small shudders of delight rolled through her as Connor continued lapping at her core with gentle caresses.

Left in an aftermath of shock and awe, Jaidyn watched Connor lazily crawl up the bed and lean on one elbow at her side. She marveled at the passion and admiration in his eyes. When he cupped her breast and placed a quick, warm kiss on her earlobe, she felt comforted.

She’d never expected this. She had only ever imagined giving herself. Never once had it entered her mind that she would receive anything more than coin in return. But they had shown her. Reinier might have started her on the path, but it was Connor who’d brought her to the end. She was glad it had been him. Now she wanted to give back, but she had so little experience she wasn’t sure how.

Jaidyn turned to Connor as his arm came around her waist. Reinier lay on her other side. With her hands still slightly trembling, Jaidyn explored the solid planes of Connor’s chest and marveled at the gooseflesh that rose under her fingertips as his eyes drifted shut. She felt a small rush of power at his reaction. It gave her the courage to explore lower still and glide over the prominence in his breeches.

She felt Reinier’s balmy skin against her back and his breath at her ear as he watched her progress. As if he could sense what she wanted, Reinier entwined his finger in hers and together they worked the buttons for Connor’s fly. As soon as there was room he guided her hand inside.

Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his hard length. Connor took a sharp breath between his teeth. Another rush of power set her body moving against Reinier’s as he held her wrist, guiding her strokes.

Jaidyn shuddered anew when Reinier’s tongue flicked over the skin just beneath her ear. “Slowly,” he breathed. “But hard, lass. Squeeze the tip just a little before you let your hand slide down again.”

Jaidyn followed Reinier’s request as best as she could. The deep purr of satisfaction from Connor made her grateful for the instruction and eager for more. She moaned softly at the feel of Reinier’s hard length at her cleft and Connor’s under her hand. Unbelievable, but her body began to move in a restless rhythm once more.

Connor’s arm came around, embracing them both. When Reinier sat up behind her and intertwined her free hand with Connor’s, he guided Connor’s fingers to her mouth. She wasn’t quite sure what he wished her to do, but as he pressed them against her lower lip, she opened.

“Yes, sweet. Take his fingers into your mouth. Let them go a little, then suck at them again.”

She did as he asked and the intimacy of suckling Connor’s digits sent pinpricks of lightning through her skin. She continued her ministrations to Connor’s fingers as Reinier laid her back. As he nudged her thighs farther apart, Jaidyn could feel the roughness of Reinier’s breeches and his hardness straining against her sensitized tissues. He leaned in, bracing himself on his elbows. She knew another instruction was pending, and curiosity as well as yearning made her want it all the more.