She gave each of the men a big smile that to her felt sexy as hell. “I’d love a cup of coffee. After.”
Adam’s grin was slow, and melted her heart. “After what, sweetheart?”
“After you men show me how that big ol’ hot tub in the master bath works. That is, if’n y’all have a mind to.”
Jake raised one eyebrow, and then gave her a grin bright enough to light up a dark room. “Well now, Miss Ginny. I do believe Adam and I are both up to the task.”
Just a look from each of them and lust began to build inside her. “Well if you’re not now, you will be, shortly.”
She never would have believed she could be so bold as to proposition them, challenge them to make love to her in the middle of the day.
Something about discovering love under two Kendalls had not only rid her of all her inhibitions. It had filled her with feminine self-confidence.
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The sound of the bubbles and the scent of the steam—something a little fruity—attacked her senses and made her body ache in anticipation.
When Adam reached for her to undress her, she shook her head and stepped back. She didn’t need to be seduced, although she knew they would do just that, from time to time, and she’d let them. But today, right now at this moment, she wanted to offer herself, to give herself to them, with no seduction, nothing but honest desire.
She’d never done this—willingly stripped for a man, let alone two. But the way their gazes fastened on her, the way their eyes glazed, their nostrils flared, and their cocks hardened, anyone would have thought she was a pro.
When she’d dropped her panties and stood completely nude before them, they had such awed expressions on their faces that for the first time in her life she felt proud of her body.
“Am I the only one coming to this party naked?”
“Hell, no.” Adam began to yank at his clothes, as did Jake, and in very little time at all, they were both standing before her, gloriously naked and more than a little aroused.
Ginny felt moisture begin to gather in her pussy and her nipples draw tight. Each time she looked at these men, buff, brash, and bare, she got hot.
She walked over to them, desire racing her blood and speeding her heart. They seemed to sense the need in her, because they stood there, hands at their sides, smiles on their lips and love in their eyes. She laid a hand on each of their chests, her palms and fingers drinking in the heat of them, the strength of them.
“You feel different, each of you. And you taste different. I think that before long, I might be able to tell you apart in the dark of night, by your flavors, and your scents, alone.” She trailed her hands over their chests, down and around male nipples, through hair that grew just slightly thicker on Adam than it did on Jake. “Your cocks are slightly different, and I know in time, I’ll be able to distinguish the feel of them inside me. But there is one way, one very important way, that you’re identical. And that is in the way you complete me. I wouldn’t be whole without the both of you. I don’t understand how that can be so. But then, I don’t have to understand it.
“I just have to treasure it. And you. I treasure you both.”
“Sweetheart.” Adam reached for her, and she went into his arms.
“I love you, Adam Kendall.” She kissed him, her tongue tasting, dancing, rejoicing in this man who loved her.
She tapered her kiss, and when she stepped back, he released her. And when she reached for Jake, she saw a look of utter pleasure on Adam’s face.
“I love you, Jake Kendall.” Her mouth melded with his, and the heat and flavor of him seared her. She hadn’t lied. She could tell them apart by the flavor of their kisses, alone.
She ended that kiss, then stepped back, and took a masculine hand in each of hers. “Show me how wonderful sex in a hot tub can be. I have heard rumors.”
Jake laughed. “You have, have you? Well now, brother, I think our woman has just given us another challenge.”
“Yes, I do believe she has. Which means there’s only one thing for us to do.”
Adam scooped her into his arms, and she laughed with the joy of the moment. Then he lowered her into the heated froth, and kissed her. “We’re going to love you senseless, woman.”
Ginny tilted her head to one side and grinned. “Dare you.”
Chapter 17
Ginny sighed as she relaxed back on the bench in the tub, the heat of the bubbling water and the fragrant steam working on muscles she hadn’t even known were tense.
“I’m beginning to see the appeal of this thing.” She closed her eyes and let her arms float on the water.
“Darlin’, we haven’t even begun,” Jake said. He sat himself down on her left side and reached out to lightly stroke her breast.
As always his touch shivered through her, arousing her, pleasuring her, and making her hunger for more.
Adam slipped close on her right side, and turned her face to him.
“I love you, sweet baby. You thrill me and fulfill me. You really are my dream come true.” He kissed her, a soft, reverent kiss.
“I never believed I could find the kind of centering love my fathers spoke of. And then I met you.” Jake’s words drew her, and when she turned to look at him, he mated his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue inside her, his kiss hot and carnal and over far too soon.
“Oh, Lord.” Their sweetness and their passion undid her. They could never know how life altering, how life affirming their loving her was. All she wanted was to give to them, to pleasure them, to show them how very much they both meant to her.
She reached out, intending to lavish her love on them, but they each took one questing hand and brought it to their lips.
“We want to bathe you and caress you and care for you,” Adam said.
“Then we want to carry you to bed, and feast on you.”
“Only if you let me feast, too. I need to give—”
“Sweet, sweet, baby.” Adam cupped her face. “Do you know how much pleasure you give us, just by being here with us? By opening yourself and giving yourself.
Ginny.
” He kissed her then eased back and used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks. “Our dream, come true. You’re the very heart of us.”
She had no words. So she let them have her, let them pamper her, and in giving in to them, felt as if she received back more than one hundredfold. They made her feel as if she was a queen and the two of them her adoring servants.
Not an inch of her went untended, as they massaged and lathered, kissed and caressed. Then they stretched her out, so that she floated in the heat and the steam. So relaxed, so pampered, she let go every care, every stress, so that she wondered why she didn’t float right up to the heavens.
Then they lifted her from the water, her two lovers, and wrapped her in warmed towels. They patted her dry, their touch gentle, reverent, even as their cocks stood so stiff and straight, and, she knew, so needy.
“You make me weak.” She heard the breathlessness of her words, and knew that if they continued to pamper her, she’d drift on a cloud of care into blissful sleep.
They must have heard it, too, for they both chuckled, and cuddled her close. And then they laid her on the bed, supine, and while they continued to caress and kiss her, sleepiness abated and arousal flared.
She could smell the musk from their flesh and their engorged cocks, and the aroma of them both twined together, and that aroma went straight to her clit. She reached out, and this time, they allowed her touch, allowed her to encircle them and stroke them in a slow, sultry caress.
They lay on either side of her and turned her head, left and then right, gently, to give and take kisses, to tease and taste until she thought she might go mad.
Then they changed the pace. Jake turned and got on his knees and used his lips and tongue to blaze a trail down her body, setting fire to her flesh, making her burn hotter than she knew she could.
“I’m going to watch him eat you, baby.” Adam opened his mouth over hers, his tongue plunging as he drank from her.
Jake brushed his hand over her pussy, and blew on her, and she shivered.
“I’ll watch him and recall last night when it was I who drank from your hot pussy. And I’ll taste again the flavor of you. Will you suck my cock?”
Ginny licked her lips, eager to feel the satiny hardness of him in her mouth, truly hungry for his salty essence.
Jake settled between her legs, and his wide shoulders brushed the inside of her thighs.
“You smell so good, honey. I need to taste you.” His hot breath bathed her slit, and she felt her clit come alive, tingling in anticipation.
He buried his face against her pussy, his mouth open, lips moist, sliding back and forth against her sensitive woman flesh.
She opened her mouth to cry out in shocked pleasure, and Adam moved over her, his hot, hard cock brushing her lips.
She reached up and grasped him, sucked him in deep, using her hand to keep him where she wanted him. His velvet hardness slid between her lips, and she took him deep, until she felt his cockhead brush the back of her throat. She dipped her tongue into the tiny hole and tasted his juices, just a tiny drop that teased. Her hand slid down his shaft to caress his balls, and she closed her eyes in bliss when he moaned his approval.
So hot, so high, so fast, Ginny suspended all thought and just took, and gave, and felt the wonder of having these two men all to herself.
The swirling pleasure, the liquid fire, spread over her and through her. She knew what to expect, knew she could soar higher and farther, and still the sheer ecstasy of this loving amazed her, made her heart race and her blood turn to molten honey.
Adam eased his cock from her grasp, sliding down so he could kiss her, his mouth wide, his tongue avid.
“Come, sweet baby. I want to watch your pretty face as Jake sends you flying.”
His watching her, his gaze intense, showed her a new pleasure, a new thrill, one she didn’t know existed. When Jake plunged two fingers into her, when he sucked her clit into his mouth, she did indeed fly. Crying out, she found her gaze held by Adam, and the hot satisfaction she read in his eyes warmed her deep to her soul.
They didn’t coddle her, didn’t let her come down gently as they usually did. They changed places, with Jake crawling up the bed and Adam crawling down. When she felt firm hands on her hips, turning her, she went over onto her tummy.
“Will you let me have you, here?” Adam stroked over the tiny rosebud of her anus, and Ginny moaned. The gentle touch aroused her, even as echoes of apprehension slithered through her.
“I’ll be gentle.” He kissed her shoulder, and then reached out for something Jake handed him.
“Let me try, sweet baby. I’ll stop if you tell me.”
She wanted to feel his cock in her ass. Despite the bad memories, despite everything, she wanted to please him this way, wanted to give to them both so she could have both of their cocks in her at the same time.
“Yes. Do it. Oh, God, Adam…” She couldn’t finish because deciding had somehow increased her arousal, rekindled the fire so sweetly fed already. She knew he’d stop if she asked him, knew he’d take care of her.
Jake lay beside her and reached out and stroked her nipples. Adam’s weight on the bed, the lift of his hands as he eased her to her knees and the press of one of his legs against hers, spreading hers wider, made her tremble.
The cold glide of lube against her hot crack made her gasp and groan. She couldn’t stop her hips from pressing back, from following the sweet seduction of his fingers as he stroked her rosebud. Then he pressed inward, and the burning sensation as her anus gave way tingled her nerve endings from there to her clit.
“Oh, God.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No, don’t stop. It feels…” Words escaped her, and so she just pressed herself against his finger, certain he’d know.
“It feels like more?”
“Yes.”
“Take more then, baby.” His finger slid out, and she felt a second, understood when he pressed in again that he was pushing two fingers inside her.
“Oh, oh!” Her rosebud opened and took both of his fingers, and the burning stretched closer to pain, but not quite. Ginny inhaled sharply, and when Jake turned her to face him, she sought his lips, needing his kiss, and the feel of his tongue in her mouth.