Stranded (9 page)

Dawson shrugged. “Who said anything about
being fair?”

“Humph.” She crossed her arms over her chest
again.

“Have you ever kissed a woman?” Holden asked.
“Truth or Dare.”

“Never.” She furrowed her brow, trying to
come up with a question. Finally, she turned to Dawson. “Did you
cheat in any of your classes in college? Truth or Dare.”

“Dare.” He grinned.

“Really?” She laughed. “I dare you to put
three ice cubes in the front of your pants and leave them until
they melt.”

Dawson groaned. “In order to not incriminate
myself, I’ll take the dare.”

“I’ll get the ice.” She grinned and got to
her feet then swayed. God, she was tipsy. She straightened.

The ice chilled her hand as she returned and
tried to hand it to Dawson.

He shook his head. “You have to do it.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Not in the
rules.”

“You don’t even know the rules.” He pulled on
the waistband of the sweats he wore. “Put ’em in, baby.”

Skin prickling with embarrassment, she knelt
beside him, dropped the cubes into his sweatpants without really
looking at his pants. And not his crotch. Especially not his
crotch.

He grimaced. “Now I’ve got shrinkage.”

“Serves you right for getting an extra
question out of me.” With a laugh she sat in her place again before
sipping more of her wine.

“When did you lose your virginity?” Dawson
asked with an evil grin. “Truth or Dare?”

Erika nearly spewed her wine. Losing her
virginity was not something she wanted to relive. It had been a
painful, embarrassing experience with an older man who’d used her
just to say he’d banged an eighteen-year-old virgin.

“Dare.” She said it almost defiantly.

Dawson grinned. “Your dare is to sit in
Holden’s lap and kiss him. That’s not a kiss on the cheek. You have
to mean it. Tongue, everything. Three minutes.”

Her eyes widened. “No way.” Nope, she didn’t
want to go there and start making out with either of the men.
Kissing one in front of the other was too much. Even as badly as
she wanted to, she shouldn’t be kissing them at all.

Dawson shrugged and Holden grinned. “You
picked dare,” Dawson said.

Erika felt her bare nipples tighten beneath
her T-shirt as Holden moved closer. She hesitated, afraid where
this might lead—it was like an adult version of Spin the
Bottle.

No. A kiss and only a kiss.

Right?

“Go on,” Dawson said.

Tentatively, she leaned forward, noticing the
increase in her heart rate and the hitch in her breath. When her
mouth met Holden’s she sighed, falling into the kiss as soon as
their lips touched. He took her into his arms and pulled her onto
his lap as he kissed her, making her blood race. His cock was hard
beneath her ass, which caused warmth to radiate from that
connection, all the way through her body.

Holden slid his warm callused hand beneath
the long T-shirt, burning a trail up her belly to cup her breast.
He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, slowly teasing it and causing
her to squirm on his lap from the erotic sensations traveling
straight to her pussy. She wanted to say that wasn’t part of the
dare, but she was too into the moment to care.

Drowning, she was drowning in sensations,
losing time and awareness.

It was so easy to lose herself to these men.
She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Holden…and Dawson.

The thought of wanting both men made her
start to pull away, but Dawson placed his hand against her back,
burning heat through her shirt to her skin. “Three minutes.” He
pressed her more forcefully. “You have two to go.”

A minute? It had only been a minute?

Kissing Holden made her feel as if she’d been
kissing him for hours. She lost herself in his lips, his tongue,
his taste…the press of his hard cock beneath her ass. It was
incredible.

She caught Dawson’s scent as he kept his hand
against her back. He skimmed the fingertips of his other hand along
her neckline, over her shoulders and down to her waist. The touch
was slow and sensual. Her body was on fire, the dampness growing
between her thighs.

A part of her was certain he’d ditched the
ice cubes before he’d started touching her. Otherwise he couldn’t
possibly be generating the kind of heat that he was now as he moved
his lips to her neck and kissed her. He slid his fingers up from
her waist to the sides of her breasts and she shivered with
pleasure.

Only the T-shirt covered her bare breasts and
the contact of his fingers through the cloth felt close to having
nothing on at all. It made her want him even more.

Dawson moved his hands to her nipples and
tingles raced over her skin at his touch. She moaned into Holden’s
mouth. Dawson teased her nipples before moving his hands away from
her breasts.

She made a sound of protest when he no longer
touched her breasts, her body immediately missing the contact. He
slipped his hands down to the hem of her T-shirt and started to
pull it up, pausing at her belly button. He slid the T-shirt upward
and she found herself helping him pull it over her head.

***

At first Erika tried to blame the wine for
feeling so free to let Dawson pull her T-shirt over her head—and
helping him do it. But the truth was she wanted this. She wanted
both men, and she wanted them now.

No, she wasn’t promiscuous, and she didn’t do
one-night stands, but this…this felt different. When she made a
decision, she carried it through, and she’d just make a big
one.

She was going to have both Holden and Dawson.
At the same time.

Now.

She held her breath as Dawson tossed the
T-shirt aside. Holden cupped her breasts and slowly ran his thumbs
over her nipples. He ducked his head and nuzzled the valley
between. She moaned as his warm breath tickled her skin and she
slid her hands into his hair and clenched her fists in the
strands.

From behind, Dawson pushed her ponytail aside
and kissed the curve of her neck to her shoulder. His lips were
soft against her skin and she could hear him audibly inhaling her
scent. Just knowing he was filling himself with the smell of her
sent a thrill throughout her body.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her as Holden
moved his mouth to her nipple and slipped it into the moist warmth
before sucking.

The ache between her thighs increased with
every touch, every caress, every lick and kiss. Holden moved his
mouth from one breast to the other, paying attention to each nipple
in detail. She felt herself grow wetter and wetter, her body
tightening and an ache deep in her core.

She tilted her head to the side to look up at
Dawson through eyelids shuttering her eyes. His eyes were dark and
smoky and he lowered his head so that his mouth hovered over hers.
He didn’t wait for her to give him permission. He took what he
wanted.

He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and
nipped. The act was animalistic and primal, like the wolf tattooed
onto his chest. He slid his tongue over the soft flesh, and she let
out a small moan as she vibrated with pleasure.

She began moving her hands over Holden’s
skin, trailing her fingers, touching his hard muscular body.

Holden raised his head from sucking her wet
nipples that puckered in the cool air. The wild sensations
continued through her body as he flicked the taut buds with his
fingers. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Erika.”

“That’s one thing my cousin and I definitely
agree on,” Dawson murmured.

Warmth traveled through her at the compliment
and the sincerity in their eyes. Dawson pressed his hand against
her shoulder blades and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts
up again for Holden’s pleasure and her own. Dawson drew away from
her.

She looked at Dawson, her lips parted and wet
from the kiss. “I don’t know if I can be with you both.” She
hesitated and swallowed. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“To be honest, we haven’t, either.” Dawson
pressed his lips to her forehead. “We’re each not the sharing type
of men, but with you…”

“You bring out another side in each of us.”
Holden ran his finger along her jawline, somehow making her feel
claimed. She turned her gaze to meet his. “Dawson and I talked
about it, and we want to give you pleasure like you’ve never had
before.”

Her heart beat faster to hear the words
coming from him. “I can’t believe how much I want you both.” Her
voice came out breathy and strained, and she felt the heat of
embarrassment at showing how needy she was. Needy for them.

It was as if her words ignited a fire inside
each of them. Holden pulled off her ponytail holder, dropped it,
and slid his fingers through her hair. The contact of the pads of
his fingers along her scalp was electrifying.

Dawson slipped his palms down her bare back
to her waist. “Let’s get the rest of your clothes off.” His hands
were sure as he grasped her by her hips and helped her stand.

When she was on her feet, she looked down at
the men who were still sitting on the floor as Dawson tugged the
sweatpants over her hips, to the floor. She stepped out of them,
bracing one hand on Holden’s shoulder as Dawson removed each of her
socks, too.

The way they looked at her made her feel like
a treasure. She felt no embarrassment at being naked in front of
the men while they were fully clothed. The way that they were
looking at her caused power to flow through her at the thought that
they wanted her so much.

Dawson moved to his knees and pulled his
shirt over his head, flinging it over the couch. She took in his
wolf and paw print tattoos, knowing that she would finally get the
opportunity to touch and trace them like she’d been longing to.

Holden surged to his feet and kicked off his
shoes before pulling his T-shirt over his head then ditching it.
She loved the lacy swirls of the complicated tattoo on his chest
and planned to explore it, too.

“Come here.” Holden gestured to the button of
his jeans.

The natural sway of her hips attracted
Holden’s and Dawson’s attention as she moved toward Holden and both
men’s gazes were like fire on her skin. When she reached Holden,
she eased to her knees and moved her fingers to the button on his
jeans. Her fingers were deft as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled
down the zipper.

She pushed his jeans and his boxer briefs
over his hips, freeing his erection. She didn’t wait for him to
take them all the way off before she grasped his cock in her hands.
His erection was thick and long, enough to make her mouth water.
Pre-come beaded on the head and the need to taste him was nearly
overwhelming. She heard the sound of him sucking in his breath,
which was enough to make her smile before she lowered her head and
licked the pre-come. The taste was salty and masculine and made her
want more.

“Damn.” His body jerked and he hissed out his
breath. He pushed her hair away from her face and she looked up at
him as she swirled her tongue around his erection, enjoying the
pained look on his expression. He pushed her head down gently and
she slipped him into her mouth.

From the corner of her eye she caught Dawson
watching, the bulge in his jeans telling her just how much it was
turning him on to watch her go down on his cousin.

She’d missed being with a man. She loved
going down on a man’s cock and the feel of him, the taste of him,
the softness and the hardness. He groaned as she applied pressure
and suction while she moved her head up and down, taking him deeper
and deeper with every movement until the head of his cock bumped
the back of her throat. The sense of power continued to rise inside
her. She loved this feeling, loved pleasing him, and she wanted to
do the same for Dawson.

With a low growl, Dawson knelt behind her,
pressing his chest against her back. As she sucked Holden, Dawson
stroked her body, easing his hands from her shoulders to her
breasts, lightly skimming her nipples with his palms. Goose bumps
broke out on her skin from his touch.

His touches were so sensual they caused her
to moan and make a humming sound, the vibration traveling through
Holden’s cock, causing him to suck in his breath. He seemed to
forget everything but her mouth on him as he grasped her hair in
his hands and started thrusting, fucking her mouth with his deep
penetrating movements.

She took it. She took all of it. And loved
it.

Dawson slid his hand down her belly, moving
it beyond to the soft patch of hair on her mound. He slipped his
fingers into her folds. She tensed at the sensation of his fingers
sliding into her wetness, a wildness coming over her body that made
her grind her hips against his hand.

Holden pulled his cock out of her mouth and
when she met his gaze, she saw a fire in his eyes that made all the
sensations in her body double in magnitude.

Dawson stroked her clit harder from behind,
pinching on one of her nipples with his other hand. He stopped and
she nearly screamed from missing his touch.

She looked over her shoulder to see Dawson
tugging off his socks and starting to unbutton his jeans. She
turned her gaze to Holden who had stripped out of his jeans and
stood in front of her. His body was perfection that she wanted to
own, from his chiseled chest and shoulders, to his sculpted biceps
and powerful arms.

Holden took her hand and helped her to her
feet. “Come on, baby. Let’s get off this floor and go someplace
more comfortable.”

Her heart beat faster and she looked at
Dawson to see that he was naked now, too. She couldn’t have asked
for two finer examples of the male species than what was right in
front of her.

Dawson rested his palm on her ass and Holden
gripped her hand as they walked to the master bedroom. Her belly
fluttered as they entered the room.