“That’s it, sweetheart. Let us hear how much you like it.” Cam’s words rumbled in her ear, zinging straight to her nipples.
The shivers gathered low in her belly as Travis teased her entrance.
She’d never survive. No way. The shivers gained substance until Travis slipped a finger inside her and Cam pinched down on her nipples—then she shook as the first orgasm she’d had in nearly a year washed over her. It wasn’t the slamming-into-a-brick-wall kind of orgasm; it was a delicious swell of pleasure.
She pushed Travis’s head away when the swipes of his tongue became too much for her to handle.
He pulled back. “Didn’t think you could look more beautiful, but that look on your face is proving me wrong. Gonna have to put that look on your face as often as goddamn possible.”
One second she was sitting up, and the next she was bent back over Cam’s arm. Her hands flew up, gripping his chest, but the easy smile on his face quieted her panic.
“I had to see it for myself,” was all he said.
These men … wow.
It was her turn. Lia tried to scramble off Cam’s lap, but he held her fast.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to—”
“Let us make you come again,” he interrupted.
And then she was flat on her back with Cam propped on one knee beside her.
Well … okay then.
Cam woke in the middle of the night to a curvy body curled around his side and a small hand on his chest. Normally it was the nightmares that woke him, but this time it was the hair—wild dark hair—tickling his pecs.
His lips quirked into a contended smile.
His arm was asleep, and he didn’t fucking care. He loved it. His gaze dropped to Lia’s hip, where Travis’s hand rested.
He waited for the rush of jealousy to come … and kept waiting. Instead, he felt a breath of relief. If anything ever happened to him in this less-than-certain world, Lia would never be alone. Not just because of the clan they had at the ranch, but because Travis would be just as protective over her as he would be.
This relationship—as crazy as it seemed—might be the best idea they’d ever had.
Falling asleep with this woman in his arms, knowing that the man who’d watched his back through some of the most deadly scenarios imaginable was there to cover them both was unbelievably comforting—and Cam wasn’t the kind of guy who usually sought comfort. He was used to charging ahead and hoping like hell enemy fire never found its mark. But this … this felt right.
He closed his eyes and found sleep again.
Lia’s eyes flicked open, and the first sensation to hit her was heat. Waves and waves of it coming off the two huge, hard bodies bracketing her on the bed.
Oh shit. I fell asleep, she recalled. After that amazing orgasm.
All the stress of the day—combined with the whiskey—and she’d lost the battle against sleep after they’d taken turns unleashing torrents of pleasure within her. Cam had pressed a kiss to her hair and Travis a kiss to her cheek. They’d both said the same thing: We’re not rushing things. Just sleep.
She’d let her lids fall closed and had tumbled into the most delicious dream. Except it wasn’t a dream, even though it was still completely dark outside.
A big hand cupped her breast, idly stroking her nipple—which was now puckered and hard.
Another hand was ghosting fingers across the flat plane of her stomach. With each pass, the fingers moved south.
Lia lifted her head off the chest she was using as a pillow. Cam. He met her eyes.
“This okay?”
Heat cascaded through her as his hand moved even lower still, just north of her clit.
The thumb on her nipple increased its pressure, and Travis’s voice came over her shoulder. “And this?”
“Yes. All of it.”
This was what she’d been waiting for. What she’d been wanting. Two bodies, four hands, all focused on her. It had been a heady idea, and now it was an intoxicating reality.
She waited for the darkness to sneak up and demand she run from the sensations sweeping through her, but it never came. All that existed was the shimmer of pleasure and the swell of emotion for each of these men.
So she responded the only way she could. “More.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Cam said, sliding his hand lower. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Soooo...” she trailed off when the word became more of a moan than anything else.
“I think she’s sure, man.”
Travis’s thumb and forefinger worked her nipple as Cam’s hand slid lower to cup her.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet. Already soaking my hand.”
And she was. Hell, she’d never been so wet in her life.
He slid one finger between her pussy lips and skimmed her opening before dragging it up through her wetness to her clit.
She arched against Travis’s hard chest, pressing her lower half into Cam’s hands. She didn’t bother to keep track of whose hands were where as the tendrils of lust began to wind around her body, turning her sounds to whimpers and outright begging.