Stranded (12 page)

“This is beautiful.” She skimmed her knuckles
down his tattooed chest and back up to his shoulder. “It must have
taken forever.”

He growled as if her touch ignited something
deeper in him and slipped his fingers into her hair before drawing
her in for a kiss. His mouth was magic, sending more fire burning
through her, making her want him and Dawson with a strength that
made her shake with need.

Dawson eased onto the bed. Holden was still
kissing her, as if greedy for her mouth. Dawson grasped her face,
pulling her away from Holden so that he could kiss her. It was
dominant and demanding.

She shifted and slid onto Dawson’s lap. “I’ve
been wanting to do this since I first saw these tattoos.” She moved
her mouth to his neck and kissed the wolf prints down his neck to
his chest where she traced the wolf’s head with her tongue.

“Sit still.” She eased off of Dawson and
moved behind him.

Holden caressed her arm with the back of his
hand as she traced the Celtic tree on Dawson’s back with her
fingertips. She marveled at the beauty of it. From behind him, she
leaned forward and darted her tongue along the line of wolf prints
on his neck, down to his shoulder.

Holden sandwiched her from behind, catching
her off guard as he pressed his hard body against hers. “I can’t
keep my hands off of you, sweetheart.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “I don’t
want you to keep your hands off me.”

In the next moment, the men were touching
her, caressing her, kissing her. Four hands and two mouths on her
body, exploring in soft, sensual demands.

The sensations were almost too much, but she
wanted more. She sat up on the bed. “Come here.” A desire rose up
strong inside her. “I want both of your cocks in my hands.”

Dawson and Holden moved to either side of her
and she grasped their erections. They both had big cocks and she
thought maybe it must run in the family.

She turned her head and sucked Dawson’s cock,
licking it and teasing it with her tongue. She slipped him out of
her mouth and turned her head to take Holden into her mouth in
turn.

Their cocks tethered them to her and she
tugged on them, bringing them closer. She swirled her tongue over
the head of Dawson’s cock before doing the same with Holden’s. She
had them both pressed to her mouth at the same time, moving her
head back and forth to take a swipe of one and then the other.

The men groaned and she could sense how
difficult it was for them to keep from taking her down to the bed
and dominating her. She liked this feeling of power, even as she
liked them having power over her.

“Oh, fuck.” Dawson sucked in his breath as
she cupped his balls and slid her mouth over his warm shaft.

At the same time she moved her hand up and
down Holden’s cock, giving him pleasure, too.

“I can’t take any more of this fucking
torture.” Holden pulled away and she let his cock slip from her
hand. “I’ve got to taste you.” His words came in a low growl as he
moved between her thighs.

She spread her thighs wide for him as he went
down on her. She gasped around Dawson’s cock as Holden’s tongue met
her clit. He swiped her folds and her hips bucked against his
face.

The pleasure was so great that it was almost
too much and she felt tears at the corners of her eyes. She sucked
harder on Dawson’s cock while writhing from the power of the
sensations coming from her pussy as Holden sucked her clit and
thrust two fingers in and out of her.

Tension wound in her belly, her entire body
starting to shake. Her thighs vibrated by Holden’s head, as if
she’d lost total control of her body. She was on the precipice of
an orgasm, and she knew she’d be barreling down the side into
something so powerful she might lose herself.

With Dawson’s cock in her mouth, her cries
were muffled as she came closer and closer to the peak. She almost
let him slip from her mouth, but he slid his hands into her hair
and held her head still as he thrust in and out. Somehow he knew
how much it would excite her to have him in her mouth as she
climaxed.

The orgasm hit her with the force of a
snowstorm, and it knocked her over the precipice and sent her
flying. It was like speeding along a slope that was the steepest,
fasted thing she’d ever been on. Her mind filled with bright white
light and her body shuddered and trembled. She throbbed inside and
out as Holden continued to thrust with his fingers and lick her
clit with his tongue.

Even as she came down from her orgasm, Holden
continued his sensual assault on her body. Dawson slipped his cock
out of her mouth as she squirmed. He positioned himself so that he
could suck one of her nipples as he played with the other one.

Her nipples were so incredibly sensitive, her
body strung so tight, that it took mere moments before she was
flying again. She screamed again, this time nothing holding in her
cries. Her mind was spinning and she couldn’t think straight.

For a couple of minutes she laid there, her
body shaking and trembling. Vaguely she heard the sound of foil
tearing before Holden was lying beside her and then pulling her on
top of him. She felt like a limp doll, exhausted for the moment,
but as soon as she felt his erection against her folds, her sexual
energy returned and she was ready to slide down his body and suck
his cock again.

Before she could do anything, she felt Dawson
applying cool gel to the tight rosette of her ass. Her heart
thumped against her breastbone.

She gasped as he slid his finger into her
anus and she tensed.

“Relax.” His voice was calming. “Breathe and
relax. It will go a lot easier.”

She gave a nod before she let out a slow
breath. She took another and then breathed out again.

He moved his finger around. “Have you ever
been fucked in the ass before?”

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t.” She
practiced breathing as Dawson moved his finger in and out of her
anus as she looked over her shoulder at him.

He pushed his finger deeper. “For some, the
first time or two is painful before they feel pleasure.” He added a
second lubed finger and was fucking her ass with two fingers now
and she had to tell herself to relax and breathe. It felt tight but
not painful. “For others there’s little pain and a lot of pleasure
from the start.”

She squirmed. “I’m ready.”

Dawson rubbed her ass cheek with his free
hand. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positively.” She met his gaze. “I’m sure I
want both of you.” She looked down at Holden who had taken his
condom-covered cock and placed it against the entrance to her core
as she felt Dawson applying more lube to her anus. “I want you both
to fuck me at the same time.”

Holden had a satisfied expression as he
started to slide his cock into her pussy. She sighed with pleasure
at the way he filled her, stretched her.

At the same time she felt a little
apprehension about how it would feel to have Dawson fucking her
ass. She held her breath as he pressed his cock against her
anus.

“Breathe.” Dawson pressed a little more.
“Relax.”

She thought about her martial arts training
and relaxed almost instantly. The training was so ingrained in her,
and she’d mastered it so well that she was able to become almost
pliable.

Holden remained still in her pussy as Dawson
pushed his cock into her ass.

A gasp escaped her at the immediate pain and
her eyes widened.

He held still. “Are you all right?”

She nodded as she relaxed her body even more.
She
was
all right and she loved the feel of him inside her.
Loved the feel of
both
men inside her at the same time.

“Sure you’re okay?” Dawson asked as he
caressed her lower back and ass cheeks.

“It feels wonderful.” She wriggled and heard
both men groan. “Now fuck me.”

The men took her slowly, giving her enough
time to become used to the two of them inside her. She no longer
felt the twinge of pain that had accompanied Dawson’s entry. She
only felt the pleasure of them moving in and out. She swore she
could feel them meeting in the middle as they slid into her.

“Go ahead,” she urged them. “I want it
faster.”

They thrust with more power, driving with
enough force to make her eyes nearly cross from the exquisite
pleasure. Both men caressed her body as they took her, the added
sensations making her whimper.

“That’s it.” Holden’s voice sounded tight as
he cupped her breasts. “You feel so fucking good.”

Dawson’s breathing was heavy. “Come on,
sweetheart, let it go.”

This time the orgasm charging to her came
from so many different directions it made her body feel like it was
coming apart at the seams. The ecstasy of having two men caring for
her, pleasuring her, was almost too much to bear.

She began shaking again, and only their
presences on both sides of her kept her from collapsing. Harder and
faster, and then she lost it, her mind spinning out of control.

Dawson let out a growl from behind her,
thrusting in and out a few more times before his cock throbbed in
her ass.

Holden shouted and she felt him come just as
hard. The two men pulsed inside her.

She could barely catch her breath as they
brought her down into the circle of their arms, holding her close
and tight, as if wanting to stay that way forever. They were like
puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, glued together, never
meaning to be apart again.

With a sigh, Erika snuggled between the men
and let her mind drift to the happiest place she’d ever been.

***

Erika awoke to a chiming sound. Her mind felt
fuzzy as she opened her eyes. The mattress dipped as she watched
Holden roll out of bed and get to his feet. Behind her the bed
shifted again as Dawson got out of bed, too.

It took her a moment to realize the chime was
the doorbell. The doorbell? That had to mean someone had made it
through the snow to the front door.

“Must be Dad,” Holden was saying.

Dawson nodded in agreement. “Who else would
or could dig us out?” Both men were tugging on the clothes they’d
discarded on the floor last night.

Holden scooped up the orange jersey from the
floor and tossed it to her. “Here you go, sweetie.”

She grimaced as she caught it and then the
pair of bike shorts that Holden also sent her way. Dawson and
Holden each grinned at her before leaving the room.

The thought that they were most likely free
from the storm and snow should have excited her, but she found her
feelings were mixed. On the one hand she could get back to business
and head to New York. On the other hand, she would no longer be
spending time with Dawson and Holden. The memories of these few
days together would eventually fade, but she didn’t want them
to.

She sat on the bed and pulled on the clothes.
When she was fully dressed, she put her fingertips to her temples.
She’d had the most incredible nights and days of her life.

Her mind felt muddled when normally her
thoughts were clear and decisive. She wasn’t used to confusion when
it came to a man, much less two.

The enormity of everything weighed heavy on
her shoulders. She’d just had two nights of wild sex with not one
but two potential
clients
. If anything would undermine her
power as an attorney, it was sleeping with them. If it had been any
other situation, she didn’t think she’d have regrets, but this was
business.

She dropped her hand from her forehead and
got to her feet. This was just great. She’d put herself into the
middle of a royal mess.

After she relieved herself in Holden’s
bathroom, she paused in front of the mirror to comb her hair with
her fingers and fluff it out a bit. She hoped it didn’t look too
much like she’d spent the night fucking two men.

She took a deep breath and headed out of the
bedroom and into the living room, dreading being seen coming from
Holden’s bedroom. She was relieved when she saw that the living
room was empty and heard the sound of a snowplow outside.

More than likely she would be meeting
Holden’s father, Dawson’s uncle. She returned to the guest bedroom,
tugged on the sweatpants she’d been wearing, and pulled on a pair
of thick socks. While she was there she found another ponytail
holder in her purse and put her hair into a long braid.

The snowplow was still going when she
returned to the living room. Everyone would likely be hungry when
they were finished, so breakfast might be a good idea. She’d fry up
sausage she’d seen in the freezer and there were leftover biscuits
from the night they’d had fried chicken, as well as gravy from
Thanksgiving dinner.

By the time Dawson and Holden returned
through the mudroom, the house smelled of sizzling sausage, heated
gravy, and the pot of coffee that she’d made.

A man, who looked like an older version of
Holden, came into the kitchen behind the cousins as they all talked
and laughed. The men, including the other man who she guessed to be
Holden’s father, left their boots, coats, and hats in the
mudroom.

“Dad, this is Erika DuBois.” Holden smiled at
her. “Erika, this is my dad, Folsom Kennedy.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy.” She took the
hand Folsom extended.

“Call me Folsom.” He gave her hand a firm
squeeze. “My boys were lucky to be trapped with such a beautiful
young lady.”

She had no idea what to say to that, so she
deflected it. “Thank you for rescuing us.”

He released her and smiled. “When we couldn’t
get a hold of them, I figured I’d come here first. Holden lives
closer to us than Dawson does. Was a surprise to find you all
here.”

“I made breakfast.” She gave a bright smile,
not wanting Folsom to think too hard about what might have gone on
while they were snowed in. “Sort of. Part of it is leftovers, but
it should hit the spot.”