Stranded (10 page)

Oh, my God.
They were really doing
this. Holden swept her off her feet, causing her to gasp before he
laid her on the middle of the soft comforter on the king-sized bed.
It brought her to eye level with their cocks and washboard abs and
a hunger burned deep inside her. Holden eased onto the bed on one
side of her while Dawson moved close to her on the opposite
side.

She was surrounded by warm, hard male flesh.
Her chest tightened and a moment of panic threatened to overwhelm
her.

It must have shown on her face. “Are you all
right?” Holden stroked her cheek with his knuckles, the movement
slow and sensual, easing some of her panic.

Dawson slid his fingers through her hair and
her scalp prickled with awareness. “We don’t have to do this. We
don’t want you to feel seduced into doing something you don’t want
to.”

For a moment she hesitated, her mind
processing what the men had just said. She looked from Holden to
Dawson and wondered why her body had chosen this moment to give her
a flash of panic when she wanted it so badly.

She put confidence in her voice. “I want
this. So stop talking and start doing.”

Dawson grinned and Holden’s eyes narrowed,
dark passion in the green depths.

“Your wish is my command.” Dawson slid his
leg over hers, pinning her down. He laid his hand on her belly as
he nuzzled her ear, nipping her earlobe before darting his tongue
inside her ear.

She shivered at the tickle and tingles that
went through her and then Holden took control of her mouth and
kissed her as he fondled one nipple. Dawson teased the other nipple
with his fingertips as Holden kissed her.

Having two men touching her, kissing her, was
amazing. It made her whole body feel alive and on fire. Being the
center of attention between two sensual men was unlike anything she
could have imagined in her lifetime. The fleeting thought passed
through her mind—how could she ever go back to one man after an
experience like this?

Holden slid down her body and moved between
her thighs, pressing them apart with his big hands and shoulders.
He opened her wide so that her pussy was fully exposed. Her thighs
trembled, the anticipation almost too much as Dawson continued to
stroke her body.

Feather light touches of Holden’s tongue on
her clit had her crying out involuntarily. She couldn’t think, she
could only feel. She needed to suck Dawson’s cock as Holden teased
her clit. She grasped Dawson’s erection and he shifted so he was on
his knees, straddling her, and he pressed his cock to her lips.

She took him willingly, her sucking almost
fierce as Holden explored her folds with his mouth and tongue.

Dawson groaned as she sucked him. He leaned
forward and braced his palm on the headboard, as if he didn’t have
the strength to hold himself up. His expression was pained, as if
he felt the same way she did when Holden slid two fingers into her
core and began thrusting them as if he was fucking her.

A powerful storm of sensations swirled
through her, picking up in intensity. She sucked Dawson’s cock
harder as her thoughts blurred, her body taking over and speeding
her toward a climax like an oncoming thunderstorm.

The air was charged, as if lightning struck
close by, and she would have screamed if her mouth hadn’t been
around Dawson’s cock. Her body jerked and trembled, her mind
spinning like a cyclone had taken over and wouldn’t set her
free.

Holden continued pumping his fingers in and
out of her hard as the orgasm rocked her. She clenched her thighs
around Holden’s head, needing him to stop before every aftershock
tore her apart. Dawson pulled his cock from her mouth and she
gasped for air. He eased off of her so that he was kneeling beside
her.

Holden gave her a satisfied smile. “On your
hands and knees, Erika.”

She barely had the strength to obey and
turned onto her belly as he moved in front of her. She saw him give
Dawson a signal as she pushed up onto her hands and knees.

Holden leaned to pull two foil packets out of
the nightstand and handed one to Dawson. The other packet he set on
the nightstand.

A thrill spun through her as the men changed
places, Dawson now behind her. He pressed his erection against her
ass as Holden put his cock to her lips.

She quivered at the sensation of Dawson’s
cock so close to where she wanted him to be. She opened her mouth
willingly for Holden, breathing in his musky scent as he slid his
cock into her mouth. Going down on a man was one of her favorite
things, and this time she got to go down on two.

A movement followed the sound of Dawson
tearing the foil packet Holden had given him, and then Dawson’s
cock was pressed against her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for
him to enter her.

He grasped her hips and she held her breath
as he slid inside her, taking his time, until he was buried
deep.

She tried to catch her breath and had to slip
Holden’s cock from her mouth for a moment so she could suck in air.
Dawson started moving in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Holden
pressed his cock against her lips again and she let him in.

Having her mouth and pussy filled at the same
time was an experience she’d never forget. No wonder her partners
at the law firm were into one woman. Lucky woman.

Erika’s thoughts didn’t stray long. She fell
into the moment completely as Dawson and Holden took her.

Holden clenched his fist in her hair and
pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Do you like being fucked by both
of us?”

“Yes.” She could barely get the word out. It
made her feel so hot—not only the act but the way he talked to her
about it. An ache deep inside took hold and she knew it would never
let her go until she had both of them at the same time.

“Say it.” Holden’s voice was firm. “Tell us
what you like.”

“I like being fucked by both of you.” She
worked to get the words out. “I love you taking me in my mouth and
in my pussy.”

“You’re a sexy little thing.” Dawson slammed
into her harder from behind and his cock rubbed hard against her
G-spot. “You’re pussy is so wet and so damned beautiful.” Her
entire body trembled and she nearly crumpled from the extreme
pleasure.

“Not only are you hot,” he went on, “but
you’re intelligent, which is another complete turn on.”

She moaned, sensations whirling through her
that made her head feel light. She was going to climax again, and
it was going to be big.

Holden clenched his fists harder in her hair
as he fucked her mouth while Dawson’s strokes increased in strength
from behind.

Her body vibrated and she knew she couldn’t
take anymore. A flash of red light behind her eyes was followed by
a convulsion so intense that a scream tried to make its way out
around Holden’s cock. All that came out was a muffled sound. She
tried to pull away but he had a hold on her head.

“I’m going to come in your mouth.” His
breathing was harsh. “Is that all right?”

She nodded, barely coherent.

Holden gave a half-growl, half-shout and his
warm come shot into her mouth. She swallowed even as her body
vibrated from aftershocks. She was determined to drink every drop,
to not let any of it get past her.

Dawson gripped her hips tighter and then it
was his turn to shout his pleasure as he came hard. His cock
throbbed inside her, setting off more convulsions in her pussy, her
eyes nearly crossing from the pleasure and knowing that she’d
succeeded in pleasing two men at once.

When they all came down from their orgasms,
Holden slipped his cock out of her mouth and Dawson slid his out of
her pussy and one aftershock after another shook her to her core.
Dawson pulled her down to the bed and spooned her from behind, his
arm around her waist.

She felt beyond satisfied and sated, and
completely exhausted. Holden eased down so that he was lying in
front of her, facing her, and he moved closer so that her head
could rest on his biceps and his hand was draped on her hip.

Sandwiched between the two men, she felt more
secure, more wanted, more needed, than she’d ever felt in her life.
She never dreamed it could be like this.

Some part of her knew this wasn’t permanent,
but right now she didn’t care. All she cared about were the two men
who held her as if she was the most precious thing they’d ever
known. She would treasure this time with them, treasure being
stranded in a snowstorm with two men who made her come alive more
than she’d ever been in her life.

***

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Holden traced the line of
Erika’s jaw as he slowly brought her awake. His finger left a
tingling trail where he touched. She opened her eyes and blinked at
him.

She covered her mouth with her palm as she
yawned and then rested her hand on the bed. A smile curved the
corner of her mouth as she looked at him. He was an incredible
sight to wake up to. “Good morning.”

“From my vantage point, it is a gorgeous
morning.” His gaze drifted over her. “You look like a woman who’s
been thoroughly satisfied. Beautiful.”

A flush of heat washed over her. She didn’t
know how to respond to that. “Has the storm stopped?”

He slid his finger down her nose to the tip.
“In a hurry to get away?”

She hesitated. “To be honest, not
really.”

He kissed her hard. “Good. Now let’s get up
and get started preparing our Thanksgiving meal.”

“Thanksgiving?” The fact that the past couple
of days had passed so quickly surprised her.

She thought of the turkey and stuffing TV
dinner waiting for her and she thought of Diva who would be missing
her Fancy Feast. At least Diva had enough dry cat food set out,
along with plenty of water, to last her a good long while. The cat
was still going to be ticked at being left alone for so long. Erika
knew she was going to be snubbed big time when she got home.

The thought of going home, leaving these two
men, made a strange ache build in her chest. Being alone again,
without Holden and Dawson around…how could she experience such a
sense of loneliness when she barely knew them?

“Come on, babe.” Holden kissed her lightly on
the lips.

She swallowed down the emotions and smiled
and scooted off the bed, following him. He wore a pair of jeans and
nothing else. She remembered wanting to lick and trace the tattoo
on his chest, over his shoulder, and down to his shoulder blade.
She was going to have to do that later. Next time she’d take
control.

“Where’s Dawson?” She looked around and
realized her clothes weren’t in the room.

“He’s working on Thanksgiving dinner.” Holden
walked toward a bureau “Penny fixed most of it the other day. We
just have to roast the turkey and throw things together.”

Erika followed Holden to the dresser drawers.
“I liked her.”

“She’s a character, as well as pretty
awesome.” Holden reached into a drawer and brought out another
T-shirt and a pair of bike shorts. He gestured to the bathroom.
“Feel free to shower in here.”

“Thank you.” She took the clothing from him
and headed to the bathroom. She showered, used Holden’s hairbrush
to comb out the tangles from his hands being clenched in her hair,
and then followed her nose to the kitchen.

Dawson smiled at her and gave her a light
kiss. “Thanksgiving dinner will be ready around two.”

“How about something light to eat for
breakfast?” Holden opened the fridge. “I have Greek yogurt, granola
cereal, and protein bars.”

“I’ll take the yogurt.” She helped herself to
a spoon from the silverware drawer and he handed her an open
container. She scooted onto a seat at the breakfast bar and stirred
the yogurt and honey mixture. She looked up. “Something smells
great.”

“The turkey and stuffing.” Dawson put a bowl
and rubber spatula into the dishwasher. “I don’t know if I’m going
to make it until two.” He shook his head. “But the turkey won’t be
ready until then.”

Holden wiped down the counter. “What are you
missing out on this Thanksgiving?”

“Not much.” Erika really didn’t want to talk
about how pathetic her life was.

Dawson washed his hands in the sink and dried
them off on a towel. “Do you have family you spend the holidays
with?”

Erika’s face must have been easy to read
because Holden frowned and Dawson gave her a concerned look.

She shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I don’t talk
to my father, and my mother is his shadow, so we don’t communicate
much, if at all.”

Dawson dropped the towel he’d been drying his
hands with onto the countertop and Holden left the rag on the
counter. They both walked around to Erika’s side of the breakfast
bar. Holden rested his palm on her shoulder and Dawson placed his
hand over hers on top of the granite bar.

“Tell us about it.” Holden’s voice was
firm.

She looked from one man to the other and
thought about refusing. But the intense expressions they wore drew
it out of her.

“My father is an Army General and what you’d
call a dictator.” Heat flared inside her. “He is the type of man
who wants to keep everyone under his thumb and have total control
of everything around him.”

Holden narrowed his brows and Dawson’s jaw
tightened, but both men remained quiet, their silence encouraging
her to continue.

She shoved damp hair from her face. “He was
emotionally and verbally abusive and treats women like doormats,
including my mother. Especially my mother.” Erika clenched her
teeth before continuing. “I refuse to live like that or watch my
mom allow him to treat her that way. It’s been a long time since
I’ve seen either of them.”

Holden rested his arm around her shoulders
and Dawson kissed the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Holden squeezed her
to him. His words were gentle, yet had a hard edge to them, which
she knew was directed at her father.