TogetherinCyn (2 page)

“We knew you were a woman long ago,” Chris stated.

Jesus
, I’d said it out loud. I took a healthy swallow
of the water Chris handed me then thunked it back on the bar like an empty shot
of whiskey. I closed my eyes, willing my pulse to stop hammering in my throat,
and hoped to halt the slight flush working its way over my not-so-ample
breasts.

Willpower was no match for these two. I’d finally gotten the
nerve to stop hiding when my spine stiffened all the way up to the base of my
skull. Jared’s heat enveloped me, heating my ass while he brushed against it.
Chris never blinked as Jared gripped my hips. Hard, insistent fingers dug into
my flesh and wetness coated the lips of my sex.

I locked my knees and flattened my palms on the worn wood in
front of me, wondering if any moisture would remain north of my waist before I
fainted. I normally liquefied into a puddle when they simply glanced in my
direction. Now that they were touching me? Enticing me with brief glimpses of
what it might be like if we were lovers? They were much more potent to my
senses than I’d bargained for.

“What are you two discussing so seriously up here all
alone?” Jared swept my ponytail over one shoulder and spoke against the curve
of my neck.

Before I could say a word, Chris answered, “Cyn wanted to
understand how her female status went unnoticed for so long. She’s under the
impression we only see her as a buddy. Don’t you think we should set her
straight?”

Hormone overload was fast approaching and I was about to
orgasm fully clothed with my best friends doing little more than talking at me.
Time to put a little space between us or things were going to get out of hand
quick. I tried to take a step away but Chris intertwined his fingers with mine,
holding me in place. Jared caressed my torso, sliding my tank top up a few
inches. His fingertips caressed the bottom curves of my breasts, making my
nipples pull into tight peaks.

“Yeah. I think it’s time she gets what she is to us—and what
we want from her.”

A breathy moan escaped before I could clamp my lips shut. I
tried to get a handle on myself. “What am I to either of you but a little
sister?” The last three words came out a growl. “You have picked on me. Ratted
me out whenever I did anything wrong. You’ve told me what to do for as long as
I can remember though I’ve never been real great at following your edicts. You
never once let on you realized I was a girl, much less a woman. No fuck-buddies
on the hook, so I’m convenient?”

I shook my head, realizing that if a quick roll in the sack
was all they wanted, I couldn’t do it. I might regret it for the rest of my
life if I said no but my heart would cave in if they used me as a piece of
available ass then brushed me off.

I yanked away from Chris and ducked under Jared’s arm to run
to the table, grab my purse and leave before I, or they, did something we’d
regret in the morning. I ached for them down to the tiniest molecules in my
body but I couldn’t survive if I lost them because I couldn’t keep my pussy to
myself.

A snarl from behind me was my only warning. Jared whirled me
around, up and into his arms. I yelped, instinctively hooking my ankles behind
him. I clutched his shoulders, digging into his shirt with my nails.

Gone was the lighthearted buddy I’d known my whole life. In
his place stood a dominant man who wouldn’t be denied and my nipples pebbled
and scraped against my thin tank top.

“Do you actually think so little of us to believe we would
use you like that?” He stroked up my spine with the powerful edge I craved.

“I don’t have a clue what to think tonight, Jared. Where is
all this coming from? I don’t know how to act or what to say. I’m lost.” I
lowered my lashes to hide my uncertainty and laid my forehead to his.

I unwrapped my legs and slid along his rigid body. Another
shiver raced over my flesh as his cock dug into my belly. For an instant the
world stopped. He held me close and I thought he wanted to kiss me. But he
grasped my shoulders and forced me to face away. Emotion clogged my throat. Why
wasn’t I good enough?

But then Chris vaulted over the bar. He planted his heaving
chest in front of me, stopping my heart, trapping me between them.

His power and intensity came off him in waves. I would have
retreated but Jared ground his cock into my backside, wrenching a sharp gasp
free that echoed all around us. Chris grabbed my waist and jerked me to him.
His power sank inside my soul. He roughly moved lower to cup the cheeks of my
ass. Kneading. Enticing. He strayed along the seam of my rear, almost to my
pussy, before sweeping sideways then all the way up to hold my shoulders.

I couldn’t breathe.

With other women, he’d always been physically present but
separated emotionally. I’d feared he would treat me no differently but I was
wrong. The connection we shared created a link I never wanted to sever.

As he ground his equally impressive cock into my abdomen, I
shuddered and then Jared moved against me, pushing me farther toward his
brother until only several layers of clothing separated us from what I needed
so badly. The ache for these two men…how could I leave?

“Does this feel like something I’d have for a sister?” Chris
growled. I panted for all I was worth. So wet, I was on the verge of begging
them to take me right in the middle of the bar. Such desire from Chris shocked
me. He was harder to read than Jared, more subdued. Had been since high school.
But now? He’d never worn an expression of pure longing before.

“Dammit. I don’t want to be one of your one-night stands and
I don’t want to lose you over something as simple as sex.”

Chris continued to stare and clenched his jaw. “How long
have you known us? Do you think we could take you then actually walk away?”

“I saw exactly how many women have come and gone. None
lasted longer than a few days. None of them—”

“None of them mattered,” Chris barked out. I could tell he
wanted to say more but he remained silent.

“I want you, Cyn,” Jared said behind me. “I’ve wanted you
for years but didn’t think you were ready. Hell,” he groaned next to my ear. “I
still don’t think you’re ready but patience be damned at this point. We can’t
wait any longer.”

“Why? Why now? What changed?” My head fell against Jared’s
shoulder because Chris’ towered above me.

“Hearing you the past few nights. Hearing you come on a
vibrator right next door. When we’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. It was
torture. I’ve wanted to take you slow and easy. Rough and deep. To command your
pleasure all night long until you scream for us. I can’t hold out any longer. I
need you.”

My thin pants rode low, allowing Jared access to the soft
skin of my stomach. He dipped below the edge of my waistband but I had to
concentrate. This was too important. “What about tomorrow?

“What about it, sweetheart?” Jared asked as he nibbled my
earlobe.

“What happens tomorrow? If I fuck you both tonight, what
happens tomorrow?”

“Are you asking about how we act tomorrow? If we’re still
buddy-buddy or if it changes?”

I bit my lip and nodded sharply.

“We want it to change.”

“We want to be with you,” Chris added. “Separate and
together. It’s not going to be easy but we deserve a chance.”

We stood together, on the verge of something amazing, for an
eternity. Our harsh breathing punctuated the stillness and I tried to figure
out what I wanted. What I could live with. When they started to retreat, I
grabbed Jared’s neck to hold him in place and dragged Chris closer by his
shirt.

“Don’t stop.” Desire shot through my veins, sharp, urgent.
I’d worry about tomorrow then. But tonight? Tonight was mine.

Jared dipped his head and ran his teeth up the column of my
neck. His lips trailed across my shoulder as he pushed his hand beneath the
stretchy fabric at my waist. The warmth from his arm heated my right side. He
discovered my drenched folds waiting for him and groaned into my neck. “Fuck,
you’re so wet—and naked under here. If I’d known that I wouldn’t have been able
to form a coherent thought if my life depended on it.”

A gush of wetness coated the slick digits at the top of my
thighs and he plunged two inside my core. I’d had years of anticipation and a
soul-deep moan of pleasure escaped from somewhere deep inside that no one had
ever reached before. Jared eased out and used the moisture to rub over my
engorged clit peeking out from its protective little hood. Chris caressed my
bare skin and slowly trailed between the cheeks of my rear, hovering over the
entrance to my ass. My knees went weak and I almost melted.

Chris spoke against my temple. “I want to take you.” To
emphasize his point, he gently swirled and pressed against my tiny puckered
hole. His warmth blanketed the left side of my body, mirroring his brother on
the opposite side. “Are you going to let me do that? Let us take you together
and fill you so completely you don’t know where you stop and we begin?”

My eyelids fluttered closed and my needy whimper filled the
space all around us. “Yes.”

Chris moved away to stare into my eyes and waited.

Haltingly, I swallowed to buy myself some time, to smother
my need to drown myself in these men. “I need you inside me. Both of you.”

Jared punched two fingers in and out of my pussy in a steady
rhythm but withdrew when Chris sought the river they had created. He groaned
and pushed inside, stretching me until I gasped and cried out.

“Too much, sweetheart?” Chris asked. I don’t know how he
meant it but it came out as a challenge.

“Not enough,” I answered and squeezed the muscles in my
juicy cunt when he tried to pull free. He growled and fought his way through my
tight muscles, in and out, steadily over and over, as Jared stroked my clit.
Fanning the flames that were burning me up, threatening to consume me.

“You’re dangerous to my control. My sanity.” Chris moved
moisture to my ass a little at a time, taunting me with the possibility of what
was to come. Jared separated my pussy lips, exposing my clit and stretching
flesh swollen with lust.

I strained up on my tiptoes and gasped for all I was worth,
wanting nothing more than to draw out the pleasure.

When Jared slipped free, Chris plunged in. Forceful. Sharp.
Need I wasn’t sure was legal rushed through my body. It couldn’t get any
better. Jared dragged his palm across my clit again. My pussy was hot and
desperate to be filled completely, with something more.

As Chris teased the puckered rosette of my ass, I jerked
closer to his hand.

“God, those noises, Cyn,” Jared whispered in my ear. “We’ve
heard you whimper as you were about to come and we weren’t there to enjoy it.
We’re here now, baby. I want you to come for us. Hard. Scream for me. Then I’m
going to take you until the feel of us, the taste of us lives inside you every
day.”

My breath hitched, my nipples tightened to sharp beads and I
hovered so close to an orgasm my body was already pitching over the edge. I
jerked my head to the side and caught a glimpse of the table where J and I had
been sitting.

“St-stop,” I stammered. “Stop!”

After pushing them away, I stumbled to the side and caught
myself on a chair.

My entire body went cold, sweat gathered along my hairline
and a sob stuck in my throat.

What have I done?

Harsh exhalations permeated the space I created. I’m sure
their chests heaved, their fists clenched over and over, aching to take action
and entrap me again. But I didn’t look. Couldn’t see anything but the small
lavender book sitting on the table.

I stumbled over to it and picked it up, clutching it to me.
It was my diary. The one I kept in my nightstand and wrote everything in. My
fears, my fantasies, my deepest desires that they didn’t know about. Desires
I’d shared with only one other person and it had ruined everything. The
self-respect I had worked so long for, after that awful night, slowly
dissolved.

“Let me explain,” Jared said from only a few steps away.
“I’ve had it tucked in the back of my pants all night. You walked to the bar so
I set it on the table. I wanted to explain when you got back.”

“How could you?” I grabbed my purse from the floor and swung
it over my shoulder, still clutching the book. “I thought I could trust you.
What was all of this about tonight,
really
? Was I gonna be some pity
fuck?”

Hot tears threatened to overflow but I would have fallen on
a bed of rusty nails before showing them how badly they’d hurt me.

Jared stood in my path and held my shoulders so I couldn’t
sidestep him. I glared up at him and willed the tears to stay in place. “I used
my spare key and went into your apartment yesterday to borrow the book you told
me about. You said it was in your nightstand so I grabbed it. I didn’t know I
grabbed your diary with it until I got home late last night.”

He had the decency to act at least a little chagrined but I
rolled my eyes at his excuse. That at least explained how they knew what color
my rabbit was since it was in the same fucking drawer.

“The book you wanted was in the nightstand in the guest room
you crash in, where I
always
put them for you. You’re going to try and
tell me you didn’t read my diary, right? You were perfect angels, I’m sure. You
realized what you had, closed it and brought it here tonight to return it to
me.”

He hesitated and I knew. Oh God, I was going to be sick. How
could I ever speak to them again? I shoved out of Jared’s embrace only to be
caught a few steps away by Chris. He held me close, my feet barely touching the
floor and his erection pressing against my ass.

“We read it. I’m not going to lie. But what we read showed
us you’re ready for this. That you want us to take you. Claim you like we’ve
wanted to. Needed to…”