Sanctuary (New Reality Series, Book One) (6 page)

Grace’s cry was muffled by Noah’s mouth, but her hand came down to rest on Ethan’s head as she arched into his touch. Working the nub thoroughly, he reached up, circled her wrist and guided her hand down Noah’s body to his erection. His hand covering hers, he wrapped their fingers around the shaft, and began a slow, steady rhythm up and down.

A groan rumbled through Noah’s chest, and his hips moved in time with their strokes. Ethan laved along the curve of Grace’s breast and savored the salty sweetness of her skin. He couldn’t wait to taste every smooth inch of her.

Grace gasped at the sensations coursing through her body. The roughness of Ethan’s callused hands teased as he guided their movements on Ethan’s hard, pulsing cock. Noah peppered her face with kisses and his breath tickled her damp skin. Ethan’s stubble abraded the sensitive flesh of her breast. Her imaginings hadn’t even come close to the real thing, and they hadn’t even gotten past the foreplay bit. God, she didn’t know if she’d last that long. Heat—deep in her center—expanded, threatening to consume her.

“Kiss,” she gasped.

Noah made his way back to her mouth, but just before he took her lips, she shook her head.

“No, kiss Ethan.”

He pulled back slightly, and Ethan lifted his head. Both men stared at her.

Finally, Ethan cupped the side of her face. “We want to make tonight about you, sweetheart. We want to make you feel so good.”

“Oh, the request is totally selfish.” And it was. Did they really have no idea how incredibly hot they were? Watching them, imagining them together stoked the fire inside her to an almost uncontrollable blaze.

She pulled her hand from Ethan’s grip and bit back a smile when Noah groaned in protest. Quickly repositioning herself, she reached down and took a cock in each hand.

“Kiss,” she repeated. “Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ethan reached around Noah and pulled him roughly to him.

Grace stroked the erections as she watched, breathlessly, as the men’s mouths met. She could see Ethan was the aggressor, the dominant one as he took control of the kiss, holding Noah exactly where Ethan wanted him. Grace shifted her legs as the ache in her pussy intensified.

Gasping, the men parted and exchanged a look. Then, in a flash of movement, they slipped from her grasp—Ethan bent forward and took her mouth as Noah made his way down her body. Her legs shook as he parted them and settled between them.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Ethan whispered against her lips. He took her hands and raised them over her head. “This is going to be so good.”

Noah skimmed a hand along her inner thigh then teased the curls shielding her pussy. Grace tried to lower a hand to Noah’s head, but Ethan stopped her and brought it back up with the other.

“Nuh uh. Don’t move,” he ordered. “Let us do all the work and just enjoy, sweetheart.”

He cupped her breasts and lowered his head to nuzzle the mounds. His tongue snuck out and circled one nipple before he turned to the other. Instead of the warm caress she was expecting, Ethan caught the taut tip between his teeth roughly. Grace cried out as white hot pleasure arrowed through her body.

A finger, just the tip, slid along her slit. Grace shuddered at the light caress and lifted her hips, wanting more. Noah’s warm breath tickled her pussy as he bent forward. He parted her folds and slowly licked from her opening up to her clit.

“Oh…God.”

Her breath caught in her throat and stars burst behind her eyelids. The men played her body like an instrument. Noah speared his tongue in and out of her pussy as Ethan kept her guessing by alternating between long, lazy laves of his tongue and biting nips. Her release coiled low in her belly, tighter and tighter, threatening to consume her any second.

“No,” she cried out when Noah lifted his head.

He reached up and grasped Ethan’s biceps. “She’s close. Get down here and taste her.”

Ethan towered over her, staring into her face a moment. “Don’t move,” he repeated the command then joined his lover between her legs.

They nudged her thighs even farther apart, and Grace lifted her head, strained to see them. She could feel their breath and shivered in anticipation. Fingers spread her, opened her, but she couldn’t tell whose. Then, their mouths were on her, sucking, licking, teasing. Her eyes rolled back, and she let her head drop down, giving up on trying to figure who was doing what.

Lips settled over her clit, and the hard pulls blinded her as everything inside her shattered. Grace bucked against them, riding the scorching release. Every muscle in her body vibrated as she came. Fingers speared into her channel and pumped roughly, never giving her a chance to come down before driving her up again, even higher.

Two tongues slid sleekly over and between her folds, tangling with each other periodically as they lapped up her juices. Her body quivered, and she struggled to control her breathing. She lifted heavy lids as the men straightened.

Ethan backed away, turning toward their packs. Grace frowned, but only had a moment to wonder what he was doing before Noah caught her attention by making his way up her body and stretching out beside her. Snaking an arm around her middle, he pulled her flush against him. Grace smiled as she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. As she positioned the thick head of his cock at her pussy, the need to have him inside her overwhelmed.

Noah pulled her head down to take her mouth. The scent and flavor of her release clung to his lips and danced along her senses as he kissed her. She felt him reach behind her and pull the elastic band from the end of her braid. He massaged her scalp as the plait loosened, and her hair cascaded around them.

His fingers tightened in the tresses, tugging so deliciously, as she lowered herself slowly, taking him inside her. She whimpered into his mouth as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. When he was fully seated within her, he broke the kiss.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said haltingly.

“So do you.” Grace gasped as his cock jerked deep inside her.

She slowly began to move, but soon, was riding him hard and fast. She wanted to feel him come, to lose control. Suddenly he grasped her hips and held her still.

“Ethan,” he ground out before she could protest. “Not gonna last much longer.”

Grace jolted as a large hand settled on her hip and Ethan moved behind her.

“You wait for me,” he said firmly.

Noah chuckled. “Then hurry the fuck up.”

Ethan smoothed his palm up the length of her spine and, with gentle pressure, guided her down until her breasts pressed against Noah’s chest. Then he trailed his fingers downward until they teased the crack of her ass. Grace bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. God, it was happening. Everything she’d fantasized about. Her stomach jumped with anticipation.

As a cool, slippery finger slid between her ass cheeks and pressed against her puckered opening, realization hit her. That was what he was doing with the packs. Getting lube. The lubricated digit slid inside her rear entrance, just a little.

“Have you ever been taken here?” Ethan rasped and pressed a kiss to the small of her back.

“Yes,” she admitted, pushing back.

“Ever had two cocks in you at once?” he asked, gliding the digit deep within her.

“No,” she choked out.

“Oh sweetheart, you are in for one helluva ride.”

Ethan stroked in and out before adding another. Scissoring them, he stretched and prepared her. Grace whimpered at the slight burn that intensified every sensation racing through her body.

Noah grunted through clenched teeth, and sweat rolled along his forehead. Grace lowered her head and kissed his lips lightly.

Ethan withdrew his fingers and positioned himself to enter her. He settled his hands atop Noah’s on her hips. Pushing forward, he halted when the slick head of his cock slid past the tight ring of muscle. Grace knew he was giving her time to adjust but she couldn’t stand it. Now, that they were here, in this moment, she needed to feel all of it. All of them.

Then, without warning, he surged forward and buried himself inside her ass. He stilled, and harsh breathing filled the tent. Noah shook beneath her and their fingers dug into her hips. Grace ached, already so close to another orgasm just by having them inside her. The feeling of being so completely filled and surrounded overwhelmed her. Tears escaped and trailed down her cheeks.

Noah lifted his head and kissed them away.

“All right?” he whispered. “Do you want us to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she cried. “I need…I need to come. Need you to come.”

Both men began to move, slowly, in unison, drawing out her pleasure. She couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped as her muscles began to convulse around them. Their thrusts became less coordinated, jerky as they neared release. Then, she fell, slid through heat and bliss. Her pussy and ass gripped the cocks inside her, milking them until they exploded.

Noah came first, pulling her down for a rough kiss as he coated her womb with his seed. Ethan soon followed, thrusting hard one final time, as his cock emptied.

After regaining the ability to breath, they clumsily clambered around the small tent until they all lay comfortably together, Grace firmly tucked between Noah and Ethan. Eyes closed, she couldn’t hold back the smile as the men ran their hands over her body lazily.

“You looked well pleased,” Ethan teased.

“Fishing for compliments?” She laughed. “Fine, here goes. I never thought I’d be with a man ever again, let alone two very handsome ones who definitely know what they’re doing. So yeah, I think well pleased covers it nicely.”

“Just the beginning, sweetheart.” He kissed her temple.

“We’re not done with you yet,” Noah added in a whisper.

“God, I hope not,” she quipped.

Several minutes passed—or was it longer?—when Noah sat up and moved toward the opening of the tent.

“Noah?” she said sleepily.

“Shhh.” He came back to her and kissed her lips. “I’ll be right back. Gotta clean up and make sure the fire’s out.”

“Oh, I can do that.” But as she tried to rise, Ethan’s arm tightened around her, and he mumbled something incoherent.

Noah laughed softly. “He’d never forgive me if I let you. I won’t long. Promise.”

She drifted off, but woke as he returned. As he settled beside her, she hummed, happy to be surrounded by their warmth once again. If only morning didn’t have to come. She’d gladly stay right here for as long as she could.

* * * *

Grace knew before she opened her eyes, the sun was up, and it’d be time to head out again. The heavy weight draped over her waist made her smile despite the long trek ahead. Memories of the night before flitted through her mind and she opened her eyes to find herself face to face with a sleeping Ethan. She turned her head and realized with disappointment Noah wasn’t there.

She was tempted to scoot closer to Ethan and shut her eyes again but her bladder insisted otherwise. With a groan, she eased out from beneath Ethan’s arm and reached for her clothes. Once she was dressed, she exited the tent and shoved her feet in her boots.

Noah glanced over from where he sat next to a small fire, rubbing the belly of a very appreciative Callie. “Morning.”

“Hi,” she said shyly. “Be right back.”

She hurried into the cover of the woods to do her morning business, took a moment to go to the river and splash water on her face then returned to camp. Noah held a water bottle out to her as she approached.

“Thanks.” She took a sip and sat beside him.

“I fried the potatoes up and there’s oatmeal in the pot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Gracie,” he said when she just sat there.

“Hmm?”

He crooked a finger. “Come here.”

Her face heated but she scooted closer then let out a surprised squeal when he pulled her onto his lap. He cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “Good morning.”

His lips were on hers, sweet, coaxing, and gentle. When his tongue dipped inside, she wrapped her arms around him and fell into the kiss.

“You know,” Ethan’s voice interrupted, “if you keep kissing Noah when I’m not around, I’m going to think you like him more than me.”

Grace pulled away and looked to where Ethan stood, clad only in jeans, arms crossed. She climbed off Noah’s lap and walked over to the other man. Gazing up into his dark eyes, she saw uncertainty, which was at odds with his teasing tone. Could he really think she liked Noah more? Well, she’d have to show him otherwise.

She rose onto her toes and touched her mouth to his. “I like you just fine.”

He unfolded his arms and pulled her against him in a warm embrace. Running a hand over her tangled hair, he murmured. “I like you just fine too. Maybe even more.”

“Come on,” Noah called out. “Eat up, you two. We still have to break camp and head out. Morning’s wasting away.”

“Slave driver,” she muttered as Ethan released her.

He grinned and grasped her hand. When they settled next to Noah, Ethan leaned over and gave him a noisy kiss on the lips before digging into the meal before them.

Several hours later, Grace carefully worked her way along the bumpy terrain. Callie raced back and forth between her and the guys. Noah and Ethan were ahead of her, not too far, she could still enjoy the sight of their denim clad asses as they hiked. Unfortunately, her mind was on far less pleasant things. Like their arrival at the cabin. They had only one more night out on the trail, and unless they went their separate ways in the next twenty-four hours, Noah and Ethan were going to discover that she’d lied to them.

Of course, she rationalized when she’d done that, she hadn’t know them from Adam. She was just protecting herself. However, she’d grown to trust them, was intimate with them.

Just tell them.
It wasn’t as though she was hiding something horrible from them. She could come clean, explain why she’d lied, and that would be the end of it. She’d get settled in her cabin, and they’d be on their way to find a place of their own. She bit her lip. Maybe it would make sense for them to stay for a while. Surely, they’d appreciate a break from the constant travel on foot. Summer was quickly coming to a close. Staying through the winter might be a smart move.
And that
, she thought,
is wishful thinking
. There were plenty of weeks of decent weather left, but the thought of Ethan and Noah leaving hurt. Strange, since they’d known each for so short a time.