Sex Me Down (25 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

Deep in her soul, she knew that she didn’t really have a choice. Her heart and her soul had called them, and if her sweaty palms, accelerated heartbeat and quivering tummy were any indication, her body wanted them to mate with her. The only question that remained was whether she had the courage to listen to her heart for a change rather than the nagging voice in her mind that always made her feel that she would never be good enough.

She could feel the heat from Fane behind her and Sayre in front, feel their strength. She stood there, soaking in their warmth, gathering her courage around her like a winter’s cloak. It was time, time to take the first step to her future, the future she’d share with these two strong and courageous men. She only hoped they didn’t regret their decision to mate with her. Time passed. Seconds, minutes, she didn’t know. All she knew for sure was the longer she stood between their bodies the more her heart raced and her breasts ached. Her nipples tingled, began to sting as they grew harder. Pressed against Sayre the way she was, there was no doubt in her mind he wasn’t aware of her body’s reaction to them. Her clit twitched and her pussy ached for she knew not what. Soon, her panties would be drenched with her woman’s cream. Fine tremors spread over her body, firing along 46

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her nerve endings. She had no choice. Her soul burned, her body demanded. Her heart pleaded for them. “Make me yours.”

Sayre smiled a half smile, his eyes seemed to blaze. Slowly, he raised his hands, then reached for the fastening on her robe. Rather than just rip it open, stripping off her clothes, he stopped. Waited. Was he asking permission? If she didn’t encourage them to take her now, she would probably never have the courage to do so again.

“Go ahead. I want to be with you.” She turned her head toward Fane, once again gathering her courage before speaking. “I want to be with both of you and I can’t do that if I hide behind my robes.”

She watched as Sayre’s hands trembled as he loosened the clasp at her throat. Was he nervous?

She snorted causing his gaze to jump to hers. “Of course, I’m nervous. You’re my mate, Laynee. I—

we—don’t want to do anything that might frighten you.”

When her robe was naught but a pile of silken fabric on her floor, Fane wrapped his arms around her, nestled his cock against the crease of her bottom, slid one hand down her flat belly. His palm was rough. She could feel calluses along his fingers and palm and knew that he had a warrior’s hands.

His hands lingered on the waistband of her 47