Stripped - Complete Series (3 page)

Or maybe it was simply the fact that she knew she was with the hottest men in the place that night - and the only woman they were interested in was her.

When they’d made their way into the club hours before, Rebecca had been surprised by the number of people thronging inside. Electric beats filled the atmosphere and the crowd was moving in tempo, building up the air of urgent excitement added by the flashing lights of the posh, trendy nightclub.

Rebecca felt glad just having Alec and Tristan by her side, guiding her towards the bar. Rebecca had looked wide-eyed around her, at first feeling out of place. It had been a while since she could remember venturing inside a club, and one so packed and livened up as this one. But after Alec had grabbed them all a few shots and she’d had a drink or two from her glass, she was getting back into mellow mode.

Looked like tonight was going to be a night worth remembering – hopefully for all the right reasons, thought Rebecca.

Minutes after their arrival, Tristan had been able to coerce her unto the dance floor, pulling her close as the beat grew faster and wilder.

He was a fantastic dancer and his moves had her easing up enough to sway with him to the sensual, rocking beat. But she never expected to feel another solid, hard-packed male come up behind her and join in the dance. She gasped as she turned slightly to find it was Alec.

Suddenly it was body against body, all three of them seemingly glued together. She could feel Alec’s muscular thighs against hers, and instinctively started to move against him with the music.

At a loss for words, Rebecca kept dancing while she felt a strange excitement from being caught up between them as they ground to the rhythm. Was this how it felt? Would it be like this; powerfully sensuous, dangerously carnal as her body stayed wedged between them in forbidden passion?

Rebecca lost herself in the music and the moment, her body feeling lightweight yet surging with erotic energy. She felt hands on her waist and hips, never sure which brother was holding on to what in the dimness of the club; but she did know she liked their touch. Never demanding yet, still masterful; softening every hidden piece of resistance inside her.

For once, she didn’t let herself worry about the crowd. She didn’t even care what others might think with her being locked between two hunky, dominating men. She could just imagine the picture she made, letting both men rove their hands up and down her frame as their bodies rocked against hers. Their hardness; strength and vitality made her feel like a woman, and so alive. Suddenly she didn’t let it bother her that she might look like a slut, recklessly giving herself up to the sensation of hot males dancing with her in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

It was easy, so easy to give in and respond to their closeness. Her hands rested on Tristan’s shoulders, the sensation of rigid muscle beneath her fingertips making her head spin. From behind her, Alec’s body offered an equally rock-hard backdrop, leaving Rebecca with a squishy feeling between her thighs. Oh no…She couldn’t. Daren’t let herself go too far. Just this; dancing and being close yet with the barriers of clothes, the crowd and the public environment were all she’d settle for.

She couldn’t let herself think further, to a point where she’d be naked, spread on silken sheets while two hard, panther-like males took pleasure in everything she had to offer.

Tristan took her arms and linked them behind his neck. Rebecca’s breath grew shallow as her breasts were crushed against his muscular chest. Something unmistakably turgid throbbed against her both front and back, making her gasp as she realized she made them this hard. Tristan’s lips slid to her ear as he whispered, “You feel like you were made for this. For us.”

“Oh God,” she panted, shocked by the answering pulsation that began in her pussy.

Behind her, Alec began to nuzzle the length of her neck, his husky voice reaching into her other ear. “We’ve always hoped to come across a woman just like you. One we could feel a true affinity, inside and out. And we very much want to get inside of you, Rebecca. Deep enough to make you scream with pleasure. Till you can’t breathe. You’ll never doubt again how beautiful and desirable you are. Not when you’ve got us both so hard it’s enough to make us go crazy.”

“
Please
,” breathed Rebecca, not sure what she was even begging for. For them to stop making her body thrum with their words…or for them to keep telling her exactly what she needed to hear?

She knew deep down it would be folly to go along with whatever it was Alec and Tristan wanted. She couldn’t let her base needs take over. For so long, she’d learned to do without; had convinced herself her sexual needs didn’t matter. When love found her, she’d be ready, but right now it was too much of a leap; like picking up speed much too fast and then realizing the brakes were gone.

When she pulled back slightly she looked up to find Tristan’s gaze on her face; his eyes like gleaming flames that seemed to cast a spell on her heightened senses.

A hand – Alec’s or Tristan’s? - pushed up her skirt and Rebecca’s breath hitched. Hidden in between their large frames, she knew that no one else could see the hand that slipped up the inside of her thighs to rub against her underwear. Rebecca moaned gently, her head falling forward to rest against Tristan’s shoulder as her eyelids closed in helpless arousal. From behind, Alec buried his face in her neck, gently biting her. Now the hand was running its fingertips along the outside of her soaked panties, before pushing in past the barrier to the lips of her pussy.

It never occurred to Rebecca to utter a word of protest. As two fingers pushed inside her, she lost any sense of clarity. A thumb rubbed on her clit, escalating the pulsing of her wet pussy. Then suddenly, the fabulously skilled and carnal touch stopped, making Rebecca let out a soft cry before she knew what she was doing.

“Want more?” Tristan whispered in her ear, and she realized it was him touching her. Just as she realized Alec was pulling her hips back into him with hands tight on her waist, making her feel his cock against her buttocks, teasing her further with its rigid promise.

“I…I…,” Rebecca breathed, looking up slowly and trying to catch her breath. Tristan’s hand had slipped away and she ached, needed. And yet felt the danger in wanting this at all.

“All we’re asking is for you to trust us,” Tristan said deeply, his warm voice drifting over her senses like whispers of silk.

Rebecca closed her eyes with a shudder and a sigh, the music fading away to the thunder of their heartbeats that seemed to pound as one with their bodies so snugly held together. I’m scared…so scared, thought Rebecca; but the fear feels so good, like a drug and I want more.

Their easy camaraderie from earlier at dinner was gone.
Poof
. In its place was something sacred yet profane; wild and hungry. It left her trembling, drowsy-eyed and high at the same time. So addicted.

Rebecca felt torn apart by so many different emotions. Bold, but quivering in her little black dress. Desire; perfuming her senses.
This
was what had frightened her so much. To want it, need it till nothing else existed.

But could she do what they asked, and trust them? It was such a bold step into the unknown. And what would she do when she fell in too deep and couldn’t climb free?

*

Nothing about tonight had gone any way like Rebecca had planned. First, she’d arrived to discover she’d been set up with not one, but two red-hot devils. And after dinner had been the club, where right there on the dance floor, she’d felt the heated shaft of arousal spear into her from both sides as Alec and Tristan had tempted her in turns. And that hand, dipping past her panties, stroking so intimately inside her pussy right there where anyone could see…

The rush of it still had her head spinning. Definitely not the tame night she’d had on her last blind date. She didn’t picture Alec and Tristan merely seeing her home to her door and then leaving quietly as Jason her date had done all those weeks ago. Something told her the night was going to end more memorably than that.

She realized this with a thrilling certainty when before she knew it, she was standing with them at their front door of their stately abode.

Why hadn’t she said anything when they’d led her out of the club earlier, Rebecca asked herself? And when the cab had arrived to pick them up how could she have simply gone in with them? What was even harder to fathom was how she’d been unable to argue when she’d asked where they were going and Alec had informed her lightly, “We’ll be taking you to our place. Don’t worry; we’ll let you leave the moment you feel uncomfortable with anything.”

Oh? That’s it?
she’d wanted to ask.
What kind of reassurance was that
? But instead of speaking she’d merely sat back, the brothers seated on either side of her while her body tingled with an excitement she couldn’t deny.

Now, less than half an hour later she found herself in their home. It was a beautiful country-style structure that was both modern and cozy, the decor unpretentious yet obviously expensive. One could easily tell the brothers were very wealthy and refined in taste. In fact, Rebecca was somewhat awed and she wondered just how much they were worth. Her sizeable apartment would fit into their place at leave five times.

Despite the slight feeling of intimidation, she did enjoy being shown around and could tell that Alec and Tristan had pride in their surroundings. For a moment, she pictured herself as the woman in their life and how well she could fit in here with them.

But that was just frenzied fantasy. She could never hope to hold their interest long enough. Right now she was something new, something of a challenge to them. Staid female with a repressed sex life about to be strategically seduced by the two hottest men alive - one would argue she didn’t stand a chance.

Desperate for a distraction, Rebecca let a figure painting in the corner of their living room catch her eye. It was from a renowned artist she recognized, and as she admired it she noticed that Alec had come up behind her while Tristan was busy fixing them drinks.

“You seem to have an eye for art,” he said a little teasingly, and as ever the trace of sensual heat in his voice prickled up and down her spine like the spikes of a pinwheel. Rebecca hid her shiver beneath a light laugh.

“I don’t know about that, but I do feel a passion for it,” she said shyly. “I make time whenever I can to check out an art fair or two. It’s usually the one kind of recreation I truly allow myself. I guess you must think me staid and boring.” She was blushing as she spun quickly without thinking and found herself thudding into a hard, broad chest. Breathless, she looked up at Alec as he righted her balance with his hands on her shoulders. His piercing grey eyes pinned to hers.

“I don’t think you’re staid or boring,” he told her. “Far from it. Like very few women out there, you’re blessed with an essence that brightens the atmosphere without you even trying. Just having you here…everything feels different, more vibrant.”

“Alec…”

His name came on a breathless sigh, and Rebecca was immobilized by the hands he lifted to smooth up and down her arms. Her stomach lurched with unbidden excitement as he began to pull her closer. She knew he wanted to kiss her moments before it happened.

The molten crush of Alec’s sensuous lips on hers made her pleasure points come alive. Her nipples instantly went taut as beads when she felt the brush of his tongue delve into her mouth, taking control of her completely. She clung to his broad shoulders and responded blindly, her pussy swelling in response.

Moaning into his mouth, a pure white flame began to track down from her belly button and deep into the core of her sex. There was a frantic, gorgeous yearning that had built up from the dance floor, when Alec and Tristan had teased her deliciously. Now a wild beat had started in her pussy. Desire became a deep, compelling and hypnotic drug. Alec ran his fingers through her hair, then cradled her head as he slowly broke the kiss, grey eyes blazing darkly and making her quiver all the more.

Just then Tristan appeared with the drinks, and Rebecca broke away feeling guilty, but Tristan was smiling hugely. Blushing, she glanced down at the glass he held out and told him nervously that she wasn’t sure she should have anything more to drink.

“Oh, this cocktail’s harmless. Nothing alcoholic so it’s fine. Just something cool and relaxing.”

And lord knew she needed cooling down, not to mention relaxing from the coil of hot-wired lust tightening at her pussy, thought Rebecca as she finally smiled and took the drink, saying, “Thank you. I think I’ll brave it.”

“Good girl,” Tristan said, his grin teasing. There was something about the way they smiled that tugged at her emotions. Made her long to trust them, yet knowing she should run as far as she could from their double dose of temptation. So why was she still here?

Rebecca finally took a sip from her glass and found the taste refreshing; some mint, club soda and other ingredients she couldn’t describe, over crushed ice. Then she went on to explore more of the house with them even as she felt secretly thrown by Alec’s kiss. Brief, yet searing. And when Tristan had appeared, he hadn’t looked in the least bit jealous. If anything he’d seemed pleased.

She didn’t understand how any of this worked out. However, they seemed accustomed to the situation; where they both desired the same woman. And were probably willing to share.