Crossing the distance to them, she took one of their hands in each of hers and then brushed her lips across first Grant’s mouth and then Aaron’s. “Let’s go … somewhere more comfortable,” she whispered, smiling when their eyes widened, and their hands both clutched hers reflexively.
They walked up the stairs together to the second floor and down the long hallway before stopping at the last door on the right. Aaron let go of her hand and reached for the door as Grant pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her eyes slid shut as his tongue invaded her mouth, and she heard the click of a lighter and knew that Aaron was lighting candles. Her heart pounded with excitement as she kissed Grant. Aaron moved behind her, his large, warm hands settling on her waist for just a moment before he bent slightly and lifted her into his arms.
Gasping in a breath, she wrapped her arms around Aaron’s neck as he carried her into the room. Candles flickered on a long dresser. There was enough illumination in the room for her to see a big bed, an armoire, and a side table.
Aaron set her on the bed and straightened as Grant came to stand next to him. She looked up at them.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” Grant asked tentatively.
“No, thank you.” She was feeling pleasantly buzzed and warm and didn’t want to get drunk.
They fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot, seeming suddenly shy and unsure. It wasn’t as if she had ever been in a similar situation like this before, but she knew she wanted them, and her nerves had vanished as her desire increased.
She reached for the zipper on the back of her dress, and Aaron surprised her by stilling her hands. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Not yet,” Aaron said, nodding to Grant who walked to the dresser as Aaron pulled her to her feet. He dropped her hands on his shoulders and placed his large hands on her waist. Confusion wove through her until the first strains of romantic music met her ears and Grant stepped behind her. Grant’s hands pressed against her stomach, and she turned her head and looked back at him. They danced, somewhat awkwardly, to the soft strains of the music. Grant swept her hair away from her shoulder and began to kiss softly up her neck. Aaron claimed her mouth in a slow kiss, as their bodies pressed her tightly between them.
Her hands drifted down the taut muscles of Aaron’s chest, feeling them bunch and move under the sweater. Her fingers slipped to the hem and lifted, and he hummed in his throat and moved her hands back to his shoulders. Pulling from Aaron’s incredibly drugging kiss, she looked at him.
His eyes were dark with desire, but concern etched his features. “What’s wrong?” she asked once more.
Aaron spoke slowly, like he was measuring every word. “We want to do everything right.”
Sam blinked in surprise and looked back at Grant. He looked as concerned as Aaron did, and it took only a moment before she realized what they were doing. They weren’t rushing straight to the bed and tearing her clothes off, they were trying to seduce her. The fancy dinner, the wine, the bedroom lit with candles, and the dancing. Her attempts to move things faster were getting in the way of their vision of her seduction. It was so incredibly romantic and sweet that she almost cried, but she didn’t want them to think they’d done anything wrong at all.
She slipped from between them and pushed them towards the bed. “It’s all perfect,” she promised, pushing gently on their chests until they backed into the bed and sat down. “This has been the most incredible night, and it’s only just begun.”
Stepping back a few paces, she unzipped her dress and let it slither to the floor where she stepped out of it. Standing before them in only the corset and garter, she smiled inwardly as their gazes roamed over her from head to toe, lust and desire shining in their eyes.
She closed the short distance to them and placed one hand on each of their faces and tilted their heads up. Brushing her lips across their mouths, she sighed as their hands gently touched her hips. Grant’s fingers lightly explored one of the garters and the point where it clipped to the stockings while Aaron’s slipped up her back to the hooks that held the corset closed.
They moved back on the bed and tugged her with them, turning her until she lay on her back between them and they lay on their sides, each capturing one of her hands with theirs.
“You’re so precious to us,” Grant said, feathering kisses across her brow and down the side of her face.
Aaron nuzzled her neck as his fingers trailed across the flesh between the bottom of the corset and the top of the garter. He groaned against her neck while he slipped his fingers down the garter until he touched the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. It was a low, primal sound that articulated so much more than words could have.
She found the buttons on Grant’s shirt as his hands slipped around behind her back to undo the corset. Aaron slipped down the bed between her legs, pressing them apart with his large, warm hands and rubbing his cheek against her knee. The corset hooks came undone one by one with Grant’s skillful fingers while Aaron kissed up her leg.
Grant found her mouth, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth, moaning as his tongue slid against hers. She tugged his shirt until it came free of his pants, ripping the bottom button off in her haste, and felt him smile against her lips. Pulling away slightly, he took off the shirt and then lifted the now completely unhooked corset off her body and dropped it to the floor. Cool air hit her, making her skin pebble.
Aaron pulled his own sweater off before settling back between her legs, stroking his fingers over her heated flesh. Grant cupped one of her breasts and lowered his head, tracing his tongue around her hardened nipple with lazy strokes. Her hands reached for both men, one finding Aaron’s arm hooked around her leg to keep it open and the other stroking the soft, short hair on Grant’s head. Aaron’s soft lips moved closer to her throbbing core, the fingers of his free hand gently spreading the lips of her sex open. Just as Aaron stroked his tongue up her pussy, Grant sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she arched upwards with a groan, her hands flexing against them.
They drove her slowly wild, licking and kissing, sucking and nibbling, until her body quivered and her breaths came out in fast pants. Pleasure coiled tightly in her stomach as Aaron slipped two fingers into her channel and curved them upwards, rubbing quickly until her mind spiraled away and pleasure washed over her. Crying out as her body spasmed, she raked her nails down Grant’s neck and across Aaron’s arm, and they purred loudly.
Still reeling from the orgasm, she blinked slowly as they stripped from their clothes completely. Grant kissed her hard, rolling to his back and carrying her with him. Aaron tugged her down Grant’s body, lifting her hips with one arm hooked under her until her legs split on either side of Grant’s, and Grant’s hard cock brushed against her cheek.
Her mind snapped into focus, and she propped herself up on one arm and wrapped her hand around Grant’s cock. Her fingers and thumb didn’t touch as she stroked up the solid length of him, darting her tongue across the swollen head to catch the bead of pre-come that glistened there. Grant groaned, and she echoed it as Aaron’s cock rubbed against her wetness several times before pushing inside her.
Her eyes fluttered shut as Aaron thrust into her, his thickness filling her completely. She jerked as Aaron’s fingers lightly pinched her clit, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she looked at him.
“Don’t stop tending to your mate, sweetheart, or I’ll stop tending to you.”
He grinned at her and circled her clit with his fingers. She narrowed her eyes at him, aware he knew all too well that she couldn’t concentrate when she was being pleasured, but the thought of him stopping was enough to have her focusing on the task at hand. She glanced up at Grant, taking in his tense features. “I won’t forget about you,” she whispered and stroked her tongue across the soft head of his cock, watching as his eyes closed in rapture and his features relaxed.
Aaron began to thrust into her, his fingers keeping time across her clit and sending little waves of pleasure through her. She concentrated on Grant’s cock, using her hand to help stroke him as she closed her mouth over the top of his cock and sucked. Every delicious sound he made spurred her on as Aaron rocked into her and drove her toward another climax.
Aaron began to rub her clit up and down quickly, and her eyes crossed, her mouth opening on a gasp as she forgot everything and concentrated on the heat pulsating from her body. Her pussy clenched Aaron’s cock, and she began to pant, feeling the climax was just within reach. Aaron’s hand stilled and his hips pressed against the backs of her thighs, and she let out a soft whimper. Aware she’d forgotten all about Grant’s pleasure as she’d been happily ensconced in her own, she kissed the top of Grant’s cock in apology and sucked him into her mouth. Immediately, Aaron began to thrust into her again, his fingers zooming in on her clit and driving her wild.
Determined not to lose her concentration again, she focused on Grant’s pleasure as she licked down the underside of his cock, fondling his balls and deviling her tongue at the place where his shaft and head met. He hissed her name, chanting it softly like it was a prayer, and she lifted from him only long enough to moan, “Come with me, both of you. Please.”
As if they had been waiting for her, Aaron began pulsing into her with hard, fast strokes and thrumming his fingers across her clit. She took as much of Grant’s cock into her mouth as she could, moving on him, stroking with her hand as quickly as Aaron took her. She felt Grant’s cock swell slightly, and the first splash of his come into her mouth set off her climax, and she groaned, shoving her hips back against Aaron as he shouted out her name when he came.
She swallowed and eased her mouth from Grant’s cock, kissing the head once with a happy sigh, her body shivering in her release. Aaron grasped her around the waist and pulled her with him as he fell to the bed, turning into her and pulling her back against his chest. She stroked her hand down Grant’s chest as he breathed hard and he lifted her hand and kissed her palm. Turning into her, he kissed her once, stroking his thumb across her jaw.
“You are so amazing, Sam,” Grant whispered.
“You are, too, both of you,” she promised, kissing him and then turning her head to kiss Aaron.
“I’m glad you’re here with us, Sam,” Aaron said.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she promised.
Grant turned onto his side, facing away from her and scooted back until they were touching. She leaned forward slightly and kissed his neck and then settled back, her head resting on Aaron’s bent arm. Aaron’s warm hand rested on her stomach, and Grant pulled her hand forward and held it against his chest, where she could feel the beat of his heart under her palm.
Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she drifted off to sleep, safely held between her men.
Chapter 6
Sunday came far too fast in Grant’s opinion. It seemed like only minutes had passed since Aaron had brought Sam through the door on Friday evening, but now the sun was shining through the windows in Aaron’s bedroom, signifying that the last few hours of their alone time were nearly at an end. Sam’s breath skirted over his collarbone as she cuddled against him, and he closed his eyes, trying to memorize everything about this moment. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to wake up to Sam every morning for the rest of his life. But reality was as harsh as the light of day because what they’d had this weekend — just the three of them — was coming to an end when their family returned from their camping trip. Truthfully, he missed his kids terribly and couldn’t wait to see them, but he would miss Sam equally as much when they took her home tonight.
Aaron woke up just before Sam did, and the three of them took a leisurely shower and then went into town to go to Cherie’s for a late breakfast. Cherie’s was run by Cherie herself, a large woman with a boisterous laugh and a kind heart, who cooked the best omelets Grant had ever eaten. Her granddaughter Lily waitressed on the weekends to help out, as did several other members of Cherie’s family.
They sat in a corner booth, and Lily came over with coffee for all of them. “Oh, I know you! You teach at the school, right?” Lily smiled at Sam.
“Yes, music. I’m Samantha.”
Lily smiled. “Lily St. James. You guys want your usual or do you need menus?”
They asked for menus, and Lily walked over to the counter and returned with them quickly, promising to be right back for their orders.
Sam chewed on her bottom lip as she looked over the menu, and after a few quiet minutes, she closed it and put it on the table.
“What did you decide, sweetheart?” Aaron asked, brushing her hair off her shoulder.
“Cream cheese stuffed French toast.”
“You like sweet things for breakfast?” Grant asked, stroking the top of her hand. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her.
She fixed her coffee, took a tentative sip, and then added another package of sugar to it. “Yeah, my dad used to go out every Sunday and get a big box of donuts. He always made sure that he got my favorite peanut butter filled one.”