Stranded (6 page)

Holden shifted his position against the
counter. “What are you proposing?”

Dawson scrubbed his palm over his head. “We
both want her, right?”

Still frowning, Holden said, “We’ve
established that.”

Dawson blew out his breath. Hell, why not go
for the gusto? “The only way I can see around this is that we share
her.”

“That’s what I thought you were saying.”
Holden shook his head. “It won’t work.”

“Why not?” The frustration in Dawson mounted.
“Like I said, we’re consenting adults.” He started pacing the
kitchen. “You know how thoroughly we researched Erika’s company
before bringing her out here? Her partners are in a three-way
relationship with a woman. One of them is going to marry her, but
from what information our man gathered, that’s for appearances sake
only. They’re definitely a trio. Solid.”

Holden raised a brow. “You’re proposing we
have a three-way relationship with Erika on a permanent basis?”

“The minute I saw her, she just sparked
something inside me different than any woman ever has.” Dawson
dragged his hand down his face. “Like a fire lit in my chest and
every minute with her it burns brighter and hotter.” He studied
Holden. “And I think she’s gotten to you, too.”

Holden met Dawson’s gaze a moment before
responding, “She has.”

As he continued to pace, Dawson returned
Holden’s stare. “I have this feeling—like it could be something
that ends up long-term.” If you aren’t willing to take that chance,
then you should let me have her.”

Holden narrowed his gaze, clearly not liking
Dawson’s suggestion that he give up on Erika for himself.

“We’re two alpha males.” Holden threw out the
words. “Since when do alphas share?”

“When they want something bad enough that
they’re willing to make it happen.” Dawson stopped pacing in front
of Holden. “She’s worth it, we both know that.”

Holden looked as if he was considering the
proposition. “It would be strange. You’re my fucking cousin,
Dawson.”

Dawson felt his muscles relax. Holden was
coming around. “Not any more strange than it was with Misty.”

“I think we’re talking a whole ’nother ball
game here.” Holden snorted. “If I agree to this—if Erika ends up
agreeing to this—you stay on your side of the bed and I’ll stay on
mine.”

“No kidding.” Dawson laughed. “My idea. I
call the right side.”

Holden shook his head. “This is fucking
crazy.”

Dawson clapped his cousin on his shoulder.
“Yes it is, but you have to admit she’s worth it.”

“I have to say that the idea of Erika being
pleasured like that is a turn on.” Holden gave a slow nod. “She
deserves to be treated like a princess.”

Dawson grew a little more serious. “She does.
And we can give that to her. Together.”

* * * * *

Erika punched her pillow before lying on her
back and staring at the ceiling, feeling a little dizzy. She
groaned—if it was the wine or the men, she wasn’t sure. She
couldn’t get their kisses out of her mind.

First Dawson, then Holden. God, could the men
ever kiss. Both of them had been so amazing. Both of them had made
her ache in ways that she hadn’t in longer than she could remember.
Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever wanted anyone so much, much less
two men.

Had they gotten together and planned to kiss
her? What if it had been some kind of contest? If they had planned
it or were competing, she should be pissed. Really pissed. But she
couldn’t find herself to be angry when she was so incredibly turned
on and sexually frustrated. She had to be honest with herself and
admit that she’d loved every moment of both kisses.

What did that mean?

It meant that she was a horny woman in her
mid-thirties who was having serious fantasies about being fucked by
two men—at the same time.

She thought about easing the pressure, the
ache between her thighs. She didn’t need B.O.B. to do it, although
she would really have loved to have something big and thick inside
her.

It wasn’t the vibrator she wanted inside her,
not by a long shot. But it would have helped her at this moment
when she needed it.

A groan rose up inside her. She had to do
something or she was going to go out of her mind. She had taken off
the sweatpants and socks, and was sleeping in her panties and the
T-shirt that smelled of Holden.

The men’s cocks had been so big when they’d
been pressed up against her and she thought about the thick hard
ridges. She pushed down the sheet and blanket, then wiggled and
tugged up the shirt so that it was over her breasts. She pinched
her nipples, imaging that Dawson was sucking one, licking it in
slow circles as the scruff on his jaws abraded the soft skin of her
breast.

Holden would slip her other nipple into his
mouth, savoring it with his tongue, the suction gentle but
insistent. The stubble on his face would make her feel raw,
too.

She pinched her nipples hard enough to cause
pain. In her mind the men lightly bit her nipples, causing the
brief burst of pain that turned into her pleasure.

Dawson’s and Holden’s hands stroked her body,
caressing her, their callused palms rough against her sensitized
skin. She could almost feel the heat of their bodies tight against
both sides of her.

She slid her fingers down the curve of one
breast, over her belly, through the trimmed hair on her mound. She
let out a low moan as she slipped her fingers into the pleasing
wetness of her folds. She stroked her pussy, thinking of Dawson
still sucking her nipple as Holden eased between her thighs.

The images were strong as she spread her
thighs as if Holden was moving between them. Her finger moved
faster, circling her clit as she imagined him burying his face
against her.

She tipped her head back on her pillow, her
breathing coming faster as she almost felt Holden’s tongue as he
tasted her.

And then she imagined herself on her knees
and sucking Dawson’s cock as Holden came up behind her. He took her
by her hips, gripping them as he pressed his cock to the opening to
her core.

She had to clench her teeth to keep from
moaning louder as she could almost feel him sliding into her. And
then he was fucking her as she sucked Dawson’s cock. Holden slammed
into her again and again.

And then the men climaxed, Dawson filling her
mouth with his come and Holden filling her pussy.

Her eyes widened as her orgasm hit her hard.
A small cry that she couldn’t hold back escaped her as she
shuddered and heat flushed from her scalp to her toes. She felt
perspiration on her skin as her heart raced.

She let out a slow breath as she came down
from the orgasm. Her body relaxed and she melted into the pillow.
Much better. It wasn’t the real thing, but maybe this would keep
her from needing Holden and Dawson for real. All she needed was her
hand or her B.O.B. and she’d be all right.

Just thinking of the men again had her eyes
opening and she groaned. She grabbed a second pillow and put it
over her head, trying to shut out the world and any more thoughts
of Dawson and Holden.

Like that was going to happen.

***

Erika’s head throbbed as she woke up to a
darkened room. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
Eight-fifteen?

She pushed herself up in bed, wondering how
she’d managed to sleep in so long and why it was still dark. She
hadn’t slept well, visions of two yummy alphas in her head.

Her head pounded and she put her palm to her
forehead. She wasn’t sure it was the wine or the lack of sleep or
the constant twists and turns her mind kept taking as she thought
of Dawson and Holden.

Probably all three.

She pulled back the covers and slid out of
bed. The house was warm from the central heating, but she tugged on
the sweatpants and pulled on the socks she’d worn last night.

After she took a quick shower and washed her
hair, she dried off with a towel then put her damp hair into a
ponytail. She wished for her own cleansers and such, but what
Holden had would have to do until she got back to the hotel later
this morning. They’d likely have to dig out the driveway, but the
snowplows should have cleared the streets by now.

When she was finished in the bathroom, she
took a deep breath, shook out her limbs, and made her way to the
living room. The men weren’t there or in the kitchen. The house was
silent.

She wandered into the kitchen, breathing in
the smell of coffee, and saw a half-full pot sitting on the coffee
maker’s warmer. She was about to get a cup when she heard a noise
coming from the direction of the mudroom, where Holden had kissed
her last night.

Curious, she made her way to the room. When
she reached the doorway, she came to a complete stop, her heart
slamming in her chest.

The men were in the process of stripping off
the last of their wet and muddy clothes—and in the next moment were
naked.

She swallowed, unable to move as Dawson and
Holden laughed and joked with each other, their backs mostly to
her. Her gaze traveled over their physiques, the cut of their
muscular backs, the tightness of their asses, and their powerful
legs.

Who needs coffee to wake up when you can come
upon two amazingly hot men like this?

They were also tattooed, both of them. All
she’d seen before was the tattoo of wolf prints on Dawson’s neck.
Now she saw that he had a tree tattooed on his upper back, the
roots and branches meeting so that they formed a continuous circle
around the tree in a Celtic pattern. The leaves were green but the
rest of the tat was black.

Holden had an intricate tattoo in a swirl
pattern from his shoulder to his shoulder blade, and she wondered
if the tat continued onto his chest.

Realizing she’d been staring too long, and
not wanting them to know she had seen them, she started to step
backward, out of the mudroom. They turned before she had a chance
to flee. They didn’t look the least bit fazed that they’d caught
her staring at their naked bodies. She couldn’t help but notice
their cocks which both were impressive in size, even though they
were not erect.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Dawson grinned and
shoved his dirty clothing into the washer.

Holden grinned, too. “Sleep well?”

The men were totally naked and talking to her
as if they were fully clothed. Holden’s tat indeed went over his
shoulder, across the right side of his chest. Dawson had a wolf
head tattooed on the left side of his chest, the same side as the
paw prints.

Her mouth was dry, her tongue sticking to the
roof of her mouth as she tried to keep her eyes on their faces and
not their cocks.

She gave a nod before she managed to speak.
“I slept fine.”
Liar.
She’d slept like crap and it was all
because of them.

“Bad news.” Holden tossed his clothes into
the washer. “Almost thirty inches and iced over. We haven’t been
able to dig our way out.”

“Thirty inches?” she said with incredulity,
trying to process that there was that much snow outside.

“Yep.” Dawson nodded. “Weather report says
another storm is moving in and an advisory is asking everyone to
stay off the roads.”

“Everything I brought with me is at the
hotel.” She tugged on her ponytail, barely noticing that she’d done
so. “I don’t have anything with me, including a change of clothes.
I don’t even have my briefcase.” With all of this extra time, how
could she conduct business in a T-shirt, sweats, and no briefcase?
She felt out of her element, at least when it came to work.
Besides, business would get her mind off of how much she was
attracted to these men.

Holden smiled. “Be glad you’re not stuck
alone in the hotel.”

Dawson’s grin broadened. “Yeah. Now you have
us.”

Her cheeks felt flushed, which only made her
feel more agitated. She became aware again of just how naked they
were. “I’ll let you two get dressed.”

Dawson walked toward her, Holden following,
and she backpedaled all the way into the kitchen. When she reached
the island, she went around to the opposite side, putting it
between her and two solid walls of man-flesh.

“I’m taking a shower.” Dawson headed past
her.

“I’m headed for the shower, too.” Holden
looked amused. “I’ll fix breakfast in a few.”

She was staring at them dumbly and managed to
nod.

Despite herself, she watched their tight
buttocks and backs flex as they walked away. Jeez, they were
perfect. She couldn’t help but think of the kisses and then her
fantasy last night before she’d brought herself to climax.

Dawson glanced over his shoulder and winked,
as if he’d heard her thoughts. It was all she could do to not look
away and show how embarrassed she was at being caught continuing to
stare at them.

When the men were no longer in sight, she
blew out her breath and sagged with her back against the counter.
She tried to think of what to do, but her brain and hormones
weren’t cooperating.

She let out her breath. Holden had mentioned
breakfast. Maybe she should at least get something started. She
didn’t like to cook, but the General had made sure she learned as
she was growing up. He’d demanded that dinner be ready when he got
home, which was never always at the same time.

It had been a challenge trying to prepare
meals and have them freshly made when he got home. It had been
damned near impossible. When Erika cooked, she’d throw the meal
she’d prepared into the oven and put it on warm until he got home.
He’d bitch about it, but she did her best to let his harsh words
slide off her shoulders.

Her father wasn’t physically abusive, but he
was verbally and emotionally abusive and that was just as bad. Her
mother was beaten down, her spirit broken long ago. If she could
have, Erika would have done something about it, but her mother
refused to leave the General.