“Shh, baby. We’ll take care of you.” Patrick eased his lips from hers, and spread sweet little kisses across her cheeks and down her neck.
He set her on her feet, and Kate wondered if her legs would continue to hold her.
Then Gerald stepped close to her back and pressed his hot body against her, and Kate knew it didn’t matter if her legs held her or not.
These men would keep her from falling—at least literally.
Patrick stepped back and cupped her face. He used his thumbs to caress her cheeks. Gerald laid his hands on her shoulders, then stroked down her arms until he held each of her hands in each of his.
When he raised her arms, she didn’t fight him.
“Knit your fingers together behind my neck, sweetheart.”
She felt so completely under their control when she did as he asked. Not a sensation that she’d had much experience with, she shivered when she realized that the suggestion of being powerless only made her hotter.
Patrick’s grin, quick and filled with fun, flashed across his face. She could almost believe he’d somehow guessed at the state of her emotions just then.
He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Then he lifted his hands from cupping her face, and used his index fingers to trace twin lines down her neck to just above the edge of her blouse.
Patrick kept his gaze on hers as he set his nimble fingers to work, opening the buttons of the simple cotton garment.
“We won’t hurt you, Kate.” Gerald’s words brushed the shell of her ear as his lips brushed soft kisses there.
He must have thought the trembling he felt came as a result of virginal fear. The low rumble of his deep voice strummed her nerve endings much the same way a musician might strum the strings of a guitar.
She didn’t want them to think she was completely ignorant of what was happening between them. “It’s all right. I’m a nurse, so I know enough to understand the first time will hurt.”
“There are ways to minimize the discomfort.”
Patrick’s voice had dipped, going deeper than normal.
Another log laid upon the fire of my arousal
.
He grinned. “We may shock you in the process.”
“I’m shocking myself.” Kate licked her suddenly very dry lips. Patrick stood just inches in front of her, his hands clutching the tails of her blouse, holding them close together, even though he’d unfastened every button.
Behind her, his brother had a bird’s-eye view of whatever it was Patrick was going to do to her.
“All you have to do is say one word, sweet Katie, and this ends. We want you beyond all reason, but we’ll stop if you ask it of us.”
“That’s how I want the two of you, as well—beyond all reason. Please don’t stop.”
Patrick flicked his glance up, and Kate knew he was looking at Gerald—for agreement, or direction, she wasn’t sure. She had the sense that Gerald, being the oldest, quite often took the lead.
He certainly was bossy enough for that.
“All right then, Katie.” Patrick leaned closer and ducked his head so that he could kiss her again. Warm and wet and wonderful, his kiss seduced her, soothing her nerves, stoking her fires, so that she shivered again, this time in response to the need that seemed to fill her to overflowing.
Her tongue danced with his, and she lost herself to the rhythm he set, following blindly and blissfully. She let herself sink into the emotions these two men created in her and suspected she’d found her own personal paradise.
Gerald stroked her arms, and then tugged on them slightly. She obeyed his unspoken command. Her hands separated and her arms lowered.
Patrick eased her blouse from her body.
“Pretty.” Patrick used a finger to trace the top of her thin cotton vest.
She’d donned the extra undergarment that morning without thinking. She’d gotten in the habit of wearing the vest over top of her brassiere simply because it smoothed the look of her uniform.
Kate had perused the Sears catalogue when it would come in and often wondered about some of the fancy lingerie she’d seen there—wondering how it would feel against her skin. But she’d never actually pined for something that would be more alluring than her usual simple cotton sets, until just now.
“Pretty plain,” she said, her nerves getting the better of her.
“You’ll have to take our word on it, Kate, since we’re the ones doing the looking. That little vest is a glorious tease, and very alluring.” Gerald’s no-nonsense tone steadied her. “However, it most definitely has to go—at least for the moment.”
When Patrick gathered the vest in his hands and began to raise it, she lifted her arms for him herself.
Cool air kissed her heated flesh. She didn’t look down, choosing instead to keep her gaze fixed on the man who seemed to be enjoying the task of undressing her. He certainly seemed to be enthralled with her, if that heated look that had just come into his eyes was anything to go by.
Gerald’s hands stroked her back and then she felt the hooks in the back of her bra release. Patrick gently pulled the small cotton covering off her.
“Your breasts are beautiful, baby.” Gerald’s gruff voice didn’t prepare her for the gentleness of his caress as he reached around from behind her and cupped her right breast in his hand. His finger and thumb stroked and then tugged at her nipple. Both nipples reacted by hardening into tiny little nubs. A wave of shivery thrills swept her, and Kate’s knees weakened.
“Your nipples look like tight, ripe little berries, just waiting to be devoured.” Patrick’s tone had thickened, and his words tickled her pussy.
Kate shivered because although she’d known the slang that men used for a woman’s
vagina
, she’d never even thought that word in relation to herself before.
She swallowed the urge to laugh.
That
first time was nothing compared to the one she was about to experience.
Gerald lifted her arms once more, and she cooperated in sliding her hands around his neck and locking her fingers together.
“I wonder if they taste as sweet as berries?” Gerald directed that question to his brother.
Usually Kate’s temper would flare if a man spoke about her as if she wasn’t even there. Gerald’s domineering attitude didn’t ruffle her feathers. It stroked her pussy with wisps of pleasure.
“Mmm, good question.” Patrick bent forward and sucked her left nipple into his mouth.
“
Oh, God!
” Heat exploded out from her breast radiating through her entire body. She’d never understood the degree to which a woman’s breasts could be manipulated to arouse and excite her. She moaned, and couldn’t stop her hips from thrusting out toward Patrick, a tiny little roll that had been completely instinctive.
“You’re so damned responsive, Katie.” Patrick released her nipple that now felt wet and even more swollen. He nuzzled her breast and then turned his attention to the other one.
He suckled her right nipple, treating it to a tiny nip that made her cry out. She felt moisture flood her underpants, and knew an urge to strive and reach for…
something
.
Gerald chose that moment to reach around from behind and smooth his hands over her stomach. He used broad, sweeping strokes that caressed just above her mons.
Oh, yes, that’s what I need.
The man had magic hands and she needed him to touch her slit.
“Mmm, you are so very damned responsive to us.” Gerald reached up with one hand and cupped her chin, raising her face, turning her face toward him so that he could kiss her. Excitement skittered through her and Kate reveled in it. Feeling daring, she boldly met his tongue stroke for stroke. She copied him, drinking from him in the same compelling way he’d been drinking from her.
Her pants came loose, and then dropped from her body to lie in a pool by her feet.
“You’re so hot. Your heat, and the scent of your arousal is coming off you in waves.” Patrick had raised his head from her breasts to meet her eyes.
“We need you naked, baby.”
Maybe she wasn’t the only one shaking. Patrick’s hands conveyed urgency and need in the way he slid them down her waist to the edge of her underpants. One sweep of his hands and her panties joined her pants around her ankles.
“Dear Lord, woman, you are magnificent.” Patrick’s whispered words thrilled her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and eased her feet free of not only her fallen clothing, but her footwear as well. Then he looked up and met her gaze.
“Here’s where I begin to shock you.”
Kate had no time to ask him what he meant, for in the next breath he leaned forward and put his mouth on her pussy.
* * * *
The feel of her pressed up tight against him had entranced him. The scent of her as her arousal climbed, as he’d peeled the clothes from her body had stirred him.
But this,
this
, the taste of her slick juices on his tongue, this was what he’d dreamt of and craved and feared he would never find.
She was what he’d been missing all his life.
Kate
. She was his, she was theirs, and they would never let her go.
“Oh my God! What are you doing? Patrick!”
He grinned even as he continued to lick and lap at her delicate folds. He felt Gerald lift her slightly, and he took the opportunity to wedge himself between her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders.
He grasped her bottom and squeezed the delectable globes of her ass.
Kate’s whimpers and shivers told him he was really getting to her, which was all he wanted to do. He wanted for him and his brother to so thoroughly love her that she would be instantly addicted to them.
His tongue stroked over the sweet little bud of her clitoris and Patrick drew the nub into his mouth and sucked, just a tiny tease, and then let it go.
“Do that again!”
He looked up and met Kate’s wide-eyed gaze. Oh, he could see the passion all over her, making her already perfect beauty even more arousing and appealing to him.
“Get ready to fly, Katie.”
He watched as Gerald tilted her head back and claimed her mouth. Then he returned his attention to her luscious cunt. With tongue and lips, he lapped and sucked, and focused all that he was on lavishing every bit of finesse within him on her. He slid his left hand around from her ass to the lips of her pussy. She was so wet he had no problem inserting two fingers into her. She felt incredibly hot and tight. He felt the edge of her hymen, so close, so tempting. He left it for his brother and sought instead that inner trigger, the one so few women even knew they had. As soon as he found it, he sucked her clit into his mouth again and brushed that sensitive inner spot.
She came all over him, her high-pitched, muffled scream filling him with the greatest satisfaction he’d ever known.
As the aftershocks took her, he eased his way up her body, taking her weight from his brother.
She melted against him as he held her, her head on his shoulder. “I think you liked that, baby.”
“I had no idea.”
Patrick grinned and watched as his brother spread out the blanket they’d brought, then began to strip off his clothes.
He took the two steps with his precious bundle then laid her down on the wool. He bent over her and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth, curious what her reaction would be to tasting her own sweet nectar on his lips.
Her eyes widened as she licked her lips, her gaze on him, and when she reached for him, he lowered his mouth to hers. Her kiss felt softer, sated, and Patrick knew his smile, when he eased back from her, must have looked smug as hell.
He smoothed his hand down her body, the heat and softness of her flesh combining with the flavor of her juices on his face to keep his cock rock hard.
He looked over at Gerald, who’d been very quietly and quickly undressing. From the corner of his eye he watched as Katie followed his gaze.
There’s her second shock of the day.
Gerald stroked his cock, his gaze fastened on their woman.
“She tastes sweet,” Patrick said. Surging to his feet, he stepped back and began to pull the clothes from his body.
There were only two things he wanted at the moment, and the rest of the world could just go to hell. He wanted to watch his brother—his best friend—take their woman for the first time.
And then he wanted to lose himself in her silken depths, himself.
Kate knew what a penis looked like.
She was a nurse, and in her two years of taking care of mostly male patients, she had seen more than one of them.
But she’d never seen one as big as the one Gerald Benedict stroked as he looked down at her.
She swallowed, amazed that instead of feeling afraid, eagerness filled her.
“God, Red, you’re eating me up with those pretty blue eyes of yours. I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
She couldn’t help the way her one eyebrow raised just slightly at the use of the new moniker. “
Red
?” She loved that almost grin on his face.