In Rugged Glimpse, London girl Elena Ward comes to Savage Valley to revamp her fashion photography career. Hoping to find fresh inspiration in nature, she discovers just that in hunky bear-shifters Joseph and Caleb Kinman. But as mysterious animal attacks threaten the peaceful town, Elena realizes, in Savage Valley, something dark is lurking.
In Rugged Return, Michelle Andrews needs a break. After years of jetsetting with her country-music-star sister, she heads to Savage Valley to catch some R&R. What she catches instead are the hearts of charming bear-shifters Elias, Thomas, and Franklin Ashley. But can Michelle rediscover her strength? Can she give her heart in return?
In Rugged Salvation, When the Greenwoods return from a month in the wild, they’re ready for an easygoing night at Catdaddy’s. But in walks country music starlet Marina Andrews, and all bets are off. Before they win her heart, however, the bear-shifters must show one disenchanted singer just how magical love can be.
In Rugged Fire, Lianne Seward has lived in Savage Valley since birth but never admitted to her crush on the Carson twins, Sebastian and William. When their bank approves her small-business loan, she finds herself working very closely with the bear-shifters. But Ulysses C. Norman hears about her business, and Ulyssess C. Norman has plans of his own for her.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Edith DuBois is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Shh.” Joseph pressed a warm kiss to the top of her shoulder.
Coming up for air, Elena said, “It’s just that this whole being with two men thing is kinda freaking me out. But at the same time, every time I breathe you in, it’s like my brain forgets to be worried about it.” She took a deep breath, and sure enough, she could still feel the doubts and the hesitations flitting around her mind, but it was like they were somehow diminished, like an ant where an elephant once stood, pesky but no cause for alarm.
“Add on top of that the whole bear-shifter thing, and I should be running away from you faster than a mouse from a hawk.” Elena frowned. A mouse from a hawk? Where did that come from? This place was really starting to rub off on her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, she liked the sense of belonging she felt in Savage Valley. On the other hand, at the bottom of everything and after everything that had happened to her in the past, she was an English girl through and through. She didn’t come to Savage Valley to forget who she was. She had come here to forget only what she had been through.
Now was so not the time to fall for a couple of bear-shifting brothers. This was not something she felt prepared to deal with. Actually, she didn’t know if anyone could ever feel prepared to deal with having bear-shifters as lovers, but she definitely didn’t. She could not handle this. She had to get away. She needed some air, some fresh air to breathe.
She started to wriggle, trying to clamber out of their grasp, but in doing so, she took a deep breath, and suddenly she felt calm again.
Everything was fine. She was meant to be here. This was her home.
She felt strong here.
“Amazing,” she whispered, rubbing her finger along the straight line of Caleb’s nose and then across his lips.
“What’s amazing?” He smiled at her, his black eyes warm.
“I’m not scared. I want to be scared, but I’m just not.”
“It’s all part of this whole bear thing, little darlin’.” Joseph spoke from behind her, and she grinned at the promotion her nickname had received.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there’s a particular reason Caleb here hasn’t seen you in weeks.”
“And why is that?” Elena looked deep into Caleb’s eyes, wanting him to answer.
“I did something foolish. You see, when a bear-shifter is in bear form and catches the scent of a human woman, no matter who she is, her scent will belong to that bear as long as she hasn’t already been mated by another bear or bears.
“And after that incident in the diner, I shifted, and I ran back to where I knew I would find your scent, and then I took a big ol’ whiff. Now, it wasn’t as strong or as potent as if I had smelled you in the flesh. If that had been the case, there would have been no stopping me. I would have had you right then and there.”
Elena’s cheeks flamed, remembering her encounter with Joseph from a few hours before. Apparently he was experiencing similar recollections because she felt his cock stir to life, and he pressed himself affectionately against her rear.
“Elena knows exactly what that’s like,” he said. Elena sheepishly met Caleb’s gaze, but he looked down at her with such hot desire that she soon forgot her embarrassment. God help her, but she wanted these men again.
“Anyway,” Caleb drawled, “after that, if I came across you again, bear form or not, it would have been pretty much the same thing. We would have gotten one whiff of each other and then, bam!” His sudden shout startled Elena, but he had tightened his arms around her, anticipating her reaction. He smiled wickedly down at her as he pressed his cock against her stomach. “There would have been no stopping us.”
Caleb put his lips to hers, pressing against her hard until she relented and opened her mouth to him. His tongue dove in and flicked upwards against the roof of her mouth. Her whole body rolled against his, and his dick poked aggressively into her stomach.
“Your body knows what it wants, Elena.” He pushed even harder against her stomach. “All you have to do is listen.” Tentatively, she reached her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his familiar length. It jerked, and he chuckled. “This cock belongs to you and only you. Do with it what you will.”
She knew what she wanted. The time for being afraid had passed. She met Caleb’s gaze, feeling strong, feeling empowered by the weight of his cock in her hands and in her control. “I want you in my ass. I want Joseph in my cunt. Make me howl, Caleb. Make me fucking come.”
Joseph groaned, and Caleb smiled triumphantly down at her. Joseph yanked her back against his chest and then down to her knees, and she smiled at the strength she could feel rippling through his body. He rolled and positioned them so that he lay on his back while Elena straddled him, her pussy grinding up against the flat, hard muscles of his lower abdomen while his dick nudged up between her legs. She whimpered with need, knowing that tonight there would be no holding back, no restraint. She wanted to be wild, just like her men.
Placing her hands on Joseph’s chest, she raised her hips, aligning her pussy’s entrance with the tip of his huge cock. She lowered herself, reveling in the sensation of such a big cock pushing up into her depths. It amazed her every time. When he had slid the full length of his cock through the lips of her pussy, he grasped her hips. She wanted to buck, wanted to begin their animal motion, but she knew that Caleb still needed to fill her ass up.
“Why don’t you get yourself ready, little darlin’?”
Elena smiled. “I would love to.”
She reached for the lube that Caleb had brought with the blanket.
“Wait,” Caleb said, catching her wrist. He continued to grasp her wrist as he guided her hand to her cunt.
“First from here.” She raised herself, delighting in the way Joseph’s flesh slid against hers. She grasped the base of his cock with her fingers and used them to follow the lips of her pussy up his shaft, slicking up her hand with her own juices. Up and down she went until her hand was coated with her hot, slick wetness.
Then she moved her hand to Caleb’s dick, coating him from base to tip. Joseph continued to plunge into her, and again, she dragged her hand, stealing the moisture their fucking created, harvesting it the way the town had harvested honey.
The second time, instead of Caleb’s cock, she moved her hand to her own ass, spreading the liquid warmth up and down her crevice. Caleb took control, grabbing her wrist and guiding her wet fingers to her hole. He pushed them inside, making sure to rub them all around the rim. Elena shivered, shocked at the sensation of her fingers in her ass, her ass around her fingers.
“Good girl,” Caleb said when he pulled her hand away. She rubbed it on the wet grass and then braced her hands on the ground next to either side of Joseph’s face.
Caleb didn’t take his time. He smeared a little more lube on everything but then pressed his bulbous tip against her back entrance. Slowly he pushed himself through the tight ring of muscle, her body’s last defense against such a forbidden act. The widest part of his cock pushed painfully through the tight outer rim, sending a wide burn from Elena’s ass straight up her spine. She wanted to clench, to keep him out, but she also wanted him to push harder, to slam into her.
“Come on,” she whined when he still had more of his cock to push in. Shoving her hips back against him, she was rewarded with the sound of Caleb’s loud groan and the feel of his raspy balls tickling the sensitive skin of her exposed cheeks.
Joseph grasped her hips and pulled her toward him. At first Elena was too eager. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking against each of them as they pulled her back and forth between their cocks. “Slow down, little darlin’. Let’s find each other.” His hands guided her, pulled her pussy tight against his body, pushed the end of his dick against the thin, tight skin of her inner walls.
“Now me,” Caleb grunted, pushing himself deep into her ass, his thrust echoing the power of Joseph’s. And at the end of Caleb’s stroke she began to sway back to Joseph and then back to Caleb. She moved between them the way wind moves through leaves and the way water laps at the shore, back and forth and back and forth but never the same way twice.
Those rigid muscles began to shake. She saw his shoulder blades press together, and then his whole body exploded outward. First his skin split along its edges, and black fur exploded from within. Then his chest blew out. His legs transformed into great, muscled haunches, and his arms rolled upward into large outstretched paws, the edges glinting and sharp against the bright silver moon.
Michelle jumped back away from the window with a scream. Where Franklin had stood only moments before now was a huge, ferocious-looking black bear.
The bear whipped around, a snarl curling its lips, and trotted up to the glass. It looked back and forth, unable to see inside because of the bright floodlights glowing outside. The lights went out, and Michelle jumped, noticing that Thomas had left her side to turn them off.
“Don’t,” she said. “Turn them back on. It can see us!”
Elias put his big, warm hands on each of her shoulders. “Michelle, look closely. He’s not an ‘it.’ That’s Franklin, and he wants you to see him like this. Look.” He nudged her resisting body forward.
“Elias, I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Look in his eyes.”
Shaking, she stepped forward, fearing that the huge bear would somehow break through the glass with his huge paws and gobble her up. But Elias nudged her again from behind, urging her forward while hanging back.
The bear kept its eyes on her, and when she got close enough, she could see that they were the same unending depth of black as Franklin’s, as Elias’s, and as Thomas’s.
“Franklin?” she asked, not knowing if he could hear her or if he would understand her if he could. Taking for granted that he was, in fact, Franklin.
At her question, though, the bear’s head dipped once and then came back up. The bear’s—or Franklin’s, rather—breath cast a wide circle of foggy moisture on the glass, and Michelle placed her hand on the window.
Franklin licked the glass where her hand was, and she jumped back, laughing nervously. Franklin let out a couple short and stilted breaths on the glass.
“Are you…” Realizing he wouldn’t be able to hear her, she turned to Thomas and Elias. “Is he laughing?”
“Looks like it,” Thomas answered.
“Can he understand me? Or you? When we speak, does he know what we’re saying?”
“Yes, we all do, but nothing’s quite the same in bear form.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I’m a bear, when people speak to me, it’s like another language that I have to translate first before it makes sense in my head. Thoughts are more disjointed but in a way more free-flowing as well. The thoughts and actions are based more on instinct rather than the logical thinking that you and I are used to employing in our everyday interactions.”
“If I go out there, will he attack me? Wouldn’t that be a bear’s instinct?”
“Don’t go out there,” Elias said. “You won’t like what happens when Franklin gets a whiff.”
Michelle barked out a laugh. “Yeah right. You think I’m going out there with a bear?”
“Also,” Elias said, ignoring her question. “No, he wouldn’t attack you—”
“At least not in the way you’re thinking,” Thomas interjected. Michelle met his eyes, but he’d pressed his lips together despite the smile tugging at the corners.
“Michelle,” Elias said softly, taking both her hands in his. “We want you to be a part of this. I think I speak for all of us when I say that I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.” Thomas nodded. His eyes, joking and teasing a moment before, were now blazing, boring deep into hers. “But there are things you need to know about us—about this—before we can truly be together,” Elias continued. “Just hear us out, and if you decide that you don’t want to be a part of this, a part of us, we’ll leave you alone. We’ll never bring it up again, and you will be free of any unwanted attentions from us. Is this an acceptable proposition?”
She thought about it for a moment and then tersely nodded. “But Franklin should be here, too.”
“He’s coming,” Thomas said. Michelle looked out the window and saw that Franklin was back to human form and putting on his clothes again.
She pulled away from Elias. “This is crazy. This can’t be real. This is absolutely insane.” She paced back and forth, knowing what she saw but also unable to fully comprehend how it could ever be possible.
“Michelle, it’s okay to be scared at first,” Elias said in a matter-of-fact tone. “We’ll answer any questions you have.”
Franklin burst through the door. “Michelle! Wasn’t that incredible?” He strode over to her, oblivious to the tension in the room, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, lifting her up and spinning her around a few times.
When he set her down, Michelle didn’t say anything, only glared up at him.
“Michelle’s not buying the whole bear-shifter thing.”
“What?” Franklin asked, frowning at her. “I shifted in front of you. What’s not to buy?”
“It’s just…” Well, when she thought about it rationally, when she remembered the sight of Franklin shifting in front of her, she had to believe it. Then again, she was thinking about it rationally, and when she remembered that people transforming themselves into bears was completely and utterly impossible, she couldn’t fucking believe it. “It’s a lot to swallow,” she said with a helpless shrug.
“Yes, my love. This might be cold.” He reached between her legs and smeared lube from the back of her cunt to the top of her ass. She shivered, automatically clenching around Franklin at the jarring sensation. No one had ever touched her there, and she felt a small bit of apprehension at the thought of one of them filling up that hole with his cock. She twisted around to look back at Elias. He smiled at her in reassurance. “Don’t worry. We’ll take this nice and slow. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
She nodded and then turned back to Franklin.
“But you want this, don’t you?” Franklin asked, his eyes knowing as he pushed up into her.
“Yes,” she said, and he thrust again. “Yes.”
Elias traced a finger around the edge of her back hole. Then he pushed his lubed-up thumb through its tightness. Michelle’s mouth fell open, and her hands fell to the side of Franklin’s face.
“You want more?” Elias asked. Franklin pushed her a little harder. His thrusting became a little more urgent, and Elias matched his rhythm with his thumb.
“Yes, I want more,” she whispered, her eyes locked with Franklin’s.
Elias took his thumb out and replaced it with two of his fingers. Michelle’s eyes squeezed shut.
“No,” Franklin said. “Stay here with me.” She forced her eyes open.
“I want to come,” she whispered, but Franklin kept his pumping, in and out, steady. He kept her body lit, but he didn’t burn her up as Elias rolled his fingers inside her ass, exploring and stretching. His thrusting slowed, and Michelle whimpered.
“Elias is putting lube on his cock.” Franklin kissed her softly. “He’s going to put his cock in your ass.” Moving his hands to cup each cheek, he gave her a squeeze. Tiny sensations rippled across her skin and sent delicate tingles to her pussy.
As Franklin had promised, Michelle felt Elias nudge the tip of his cock between her cheeks. It pressed against her hole, making the muscles there clench and then unclench in anticipation.
“Oh,” she said, struggling to remain relaxed. The pressure from Elias’s cock grew, and she jerked.
“You’re okay.” Michelle looked up at Thomas’s deep voice, not realizing he was in front of her.
Franklin touched her clit, massaging and whispering reassurances in her ear. Elias kept pushing, and a moment or two later, his tip moved through the tight outer muscles. He held still for a moment, and Franklin shifted inside her. He pushed his cock up then pulled out.
When he moved out, Elias shoved himself in a little further and then stopped. Franklin pushed in and then pulled out, and Elias moved deeper.
They kept it up, and Michelle’s muscles trembled, straining to maintain control of her body. “I’m almost in,” Elias said quietly behind her. She could hear the tense struggle in his voice, and she wanted to answer him, to tell him that she was okay, but there were too many sensations flying through her body and her mind to form coherent words.
Instead, she shoved herself back against him and was rewarded with a surprised, desire-ridden grunt. Elias pushed himself in, causing Michelle to shudder.
“That felt good,” Franklin said, smiling up at her. “You all right?”
She nodded, and the three began moving, Franklin and Elias rocking back and forth all around her. The orgasm that had been hovering out of reach floated closer and closer, but she felt like something was missing. She wanted Thomas to be a part of this, too.
Looking up at him, she realized he had been waiting for her to come to this realization. He stood looking down at her with his cock so near her face it was almost on her forehead. She smiled and then opened her mouth for him.
Sliding into her with a deep sigh, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and matched his rhythm in her mouth to Franklin’s in her cunt and Elias’s in her ass. She held on to Thomas, wrapping her arms around him, and she took in her three men. She couldn’t remember what the boundaries of her body felt like. Everything had dissolved into pleasure, which had no boundaries and knew nothing of restraint.
Jeremiah led his two brothers through the crowd. He could smell her in the air. His lips still pulsed with the remembrance of that kiss. He’d kissed plenty of women in his day, but damn if that wasn’t the best kiss he’d ever been a part of. And that was just a kiss. Jeremiah couldn’t imagine what she’d be like in bed, between himself and his brothers. She’d be pure fire. She’d burn them up and then demand more.
He saw her dark head at the bar. She had a shot of whiskey in front of her, but she didn’t drink it. She dipped her finger into the brown liquid and then ran it along the rim of the glass, staring absentmindedly through the bar to the lights and activities of the patio.
He couldn’t help but think he was responsible for her lackadaisical state. She’d probably never experienced a kiss like that, either.
“Marina Andrews,” he said when he reached her. He noticed her immediately stiffen but didn’t think much of it. His presence probably excited her. Hell, he couldn’t blame her. He was excited by her presence as well if his erect penis was any judge in the matter. “I’d like to introduce you to my brothers, James Greenwood and Johnny Green—” He didn’t get any further than that because Marina had sprung up off her barstool. Right when he thought she was going to fall into his arms again, she reared back and punched him in the jaw.
“Ow!” she screamed, shaking her fist. “You asshole!”
“You hit me! How am I the asshole?” He rolled his jaw experimentally, but to be honest, he’d barely felt her hit. “Why’d you hit me like that? Are you okay?”
“Get the hell away from me!” She tried to shove him, but she ended up knocking herself back into the bar.
“Will you stop trying to physically assault me for a second and explain what’s going on?”
“This is our mate?” Johnny asked from behind, and Jeremiah didn’t miss the self-righteous sarcasm.
Marina turned to him, eyes dangerously narrowed. “Did you say ‘mate?’” She turned her glare to Jeremiah. “I’m not your goddamn mate, do you hear me? I know what you are.” She slapped his chest, trying to shove him away. To make her feel better about herself, he took a step back.
“Now, now, let’s all just calm down and—”
“You’re one of those bear-shifter-thingies.” She shoved him again, and this time Jeremiah stumbled in earnest.
“How the hell do you know about that?” James asked, whipping around Jeremiah’s stunned form to grab Marina by the elbow. “Who told you about us?”
“Get your hands off me! Help! Help! He’s assaulting me!” Nobody came to her rescue because everyone knew that the Greenwoods would be the last men in town to hurt a woman, but her hollering made Jeremiah uneasy, nonetheless.
“Settle down, Marina. No one’s hurting you. James, for god’s sake, let her go.”
Marina twisted her arm away from James and resumed glaring at Jeremiah.
“Marina, how do you know that about me and my brothers?”
“Why should I tell you?”
He stepped close, intending to disarm her with his proximity. What he hadn’t counted on, though, was her effect on him. His cock rose up as he brushed against her thighs, and he could smell a trace of rose petals, sweet and heady, on her skin and in her hair. He put his hands heavily on her shoulders and then ran his hands down along her arms until her reached her wrists. Then he pushed his body fully against hers and pinned her hands on top of the bar’s surface.
“You’ll tell me,” he said, making his breath tickle across her neck before he pressed a kiss there. “Because you want me to kiss you again.”
“I do not.” With her breathlessness and the way she pressed her hips against him, her denial was practically a request for him to do just that.
“Are you sure about that, Marina?” He moved his lips along her jaw.
“Yes, I…oh hell, I don’t know. You can’t ask me questions and expect answers when you put your lips on me like that.”
He let his lips hover beside hers, letting his breath dance over her face. She whimpered. “You want me to kiss you?”
“You want more than that, don’t you?” he whispered darkly in her ear.
She whimpered again, rolling her hips. “Yes, but…”
“But what?” He moved so that he could look in her eyes. With a quick motion, she moved forward, smashing her lips against his. Once her lips were on his, he couldn’t maintain his train of thought. All plans of taunting and teasing her into admitting how she knew about them flew out of his mind. All he knew was the feel of her lips burning against his, hot and needy and delicious. He moved his hands to her ass and pulled her tight against his body.
“Let me loose,” she begged against James’s mouth. “Please, I need to touch. I need to move. I can’t stand still.”
James ignored her pleas. Instead, he moved his lips down her throat. He bent his mouth to her shirt and slowly unbuttoned the top button with his teeth. His mouth pressed against her hot skin below the fabric. He tasted and nibbled. Then he moved to the next button. He took his time, undoing each button and pressing kisses down her chest and stomach until her blouse was completely open.
“James, please,” she muttered, yanking her arms, trying to free them. She squirmed against his hold on her, but she could not budge. “I can’t stand this.” She jerked forward, straining with everything she had, but he just grinned down at her.
“If you promise to take your pants off, I’ll let you go free.”
She stopped struggling and glared at him, not trusting his promise. It couldn’t be that easy. “If I take my pants off, you will let me loose?”
“You’re just gonna let me walk away?”
He nodded. “I won’t touch you.”
She narrowed her eyes, looking for a small twitch or blink that would give him away. It was too good to be true, but his eyes met hers steady, and he didn’t grin or even move. He just held still and watched her, waiting for her answer.
“All right,” she heard herself say. “All right, let me go.”
Jeremiah’s hands slid from around her legs, and James let go of her wrists. She undid the button to her shorts and slipped them over her leggings. Then in a slow, measured fashion, she slid the leggings over first her hips, then her thighs, and finally pulled them off her ankles, dropping them on the porch. Her button-up shirt was wide open, and her bright-blue, lace bra and panty set allowed the cool night air to kiss her skin like she had nothing on. Her nipples hardened into buds, and goose bumps rose on her bare ass cheeks.
Jeremiah, still on the ground, put a hand to one cheek, touching her gently and with reverence. “Marina?”
“Can you turn around? I’d like to see you from the front.”
Rolling her eyes, she nevertheless obliged.
“Come closer,” he said. “I’ve got to see this cunt up close.”
“Jeremiah,” she gasped.
“What?” he asked, looking up at her with a guileless expression.
She drew in a strangled breath and stepped closer. As soon as she was within reach of him, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against the railing.
“Jeremiah! What are you…” Her words trailed off as he put his mouth to her lace-covered pussy lips and began kissing her there. She moaned, rolling her hips toward him.
“You got her steady, Jeremiah?” She barely heard the question, and its implications hit her mind only half a second before the first slap landed against her ass.
She squealed and gripped the railing. She tried to whip around, but Jeremiah held her tight, his mouth working faster and harder against her cunt. His teeth dug into her flesh, but the lace kept the bite from being too sharp.
“Do it again,” she begged, her thighs trembling.
She heard a deep chuckle behind her just before a second spank hit the opposite cheek.
“Damn, this is a fine ass. You sure you don’t want just one little swing, James?”
James sighed. “Can’t. I promised I wouldn’t touch her.”
“You can touch me, James.” Her fingers clawed at the wood railing. “James, I want you to touch me. Both of you, spank me at the same time.”
Without hesitating, they did as she said, both of their palms taking a cheek as Jeremiah continued tormenting her pussy. He had pulled the lace aside with his teeth and was licking at her folds, sending hot shivers up and down her body with each swipe of his tongue. Then he moved the tip of his tongue to her clit and let go of one of her thighs. He thrust two fingers up into her pussy while continuing his attack on her tiny bud. His fingers pulsed into her body to the same rhythm as his tongue pulsing on her clit.
Marina began rolling her hips to that rhythm, and James and Johnny caught on, measuring their slaps to match the pace and intensity of her hips. The lower half of her body was nothing but hot, wanton flames, and she didn’t know whether she was climbing up to their height or plummeting deeper into the bowels of a raging fire, but either way she was going to explode.
Jeremiah slammed his fingers into her, his knuckles digging into the outer flesh of her lips as her inner muscles beckoned him further inside. Suddenly the spanking stopped and one of the brothers behind her grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. The cold night air danced over her back hole as the thin strap of her thong was moved to the side, and she trembled at the sensation.
She knew they wanted to touch her there, penetrate her there, and overcome with Jeremiah’s wild licking and plunging, she wanted that, too. She wanted every nerve alight.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “Put your fingers in my ass.” Jeremiah’s fingers paused for a moment.
“Are you sure?” James asked.
When she nodded, Jeremiah pulled his fingers out of her pussy to swipe and slicken her back hole. Someone pressed a warm kiss to the top of her shoulder and then two fingers pushed through her tight asshole. She rocked back, the strange sensation sending her pussy to new heights. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Keep going.”
Seb headed for the back office to let Will know she had taken her break when a woman entering caught his attention. She held the door open for Mrs. Sawyer. The two women hugged and chatted for a moment. Normally, Seb would have been perturbed at Mrs. Sawyer’s lack of urgency, but the beautiful woman had him distracted for a moment.
She had shiny golden hair piled up on her head with a small braid woven in. Her features were soft and dainty with only the gentlest hints of color on cheek and lip. She wore an overlarge beige sweater and tight brown pants. She looked like a winter waif of some sort.
Seb felt his cock stir as her petite nose crinkled in laughter. She hugged Mrs. Sawyer once more and then waved as the harried woman darted away. The young woman turned toward him and smiled. His cock jumped at the sudden attention. He had a brief moment of wondering where he had seen her when she full-out waved at him as if they were old friends.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” he asked as she approached.
“Sebastian Carson, you can’t be serious.” She laughed and shook her head as if they shared a joke, but when he didn’t join her, the easy laughter died down. Up close, he could see that her eyes were a startling shade of violet.
“Well, it has been a while, but I thought you’d at least recognize me.” The corners of her mouth, momentarily turned down, began to curl up. “You mean, you really don’t know who I am?”
He stared at her for a long moment, trying to place her face in his memory. Her voice had a familiar lilt and her laughter a familiar peal, but he shook his head. “Sorry, no.”
She held up her tan leather portfolio case. “Not even with all my meticulously prepared materials for our meeting this morning?”
“Lianne Seward?” he asked, struggling to keep his jaw from falling open. “You’re Lianne Seward?”
“Ahh, bells ring at last.” She laughed and thrust her hand out to him. “It’s good to see you again, Seb.”
He took her hand and could feel the fragility of her bones beneath delicate, warm skin as he shook it. How on earth had he never noticed how beautiful she was? Her cheeks glowed, and her smile was wide and beaming. She had such a slender, little frame. He wanted to pull her against him and give her all she wanted and keep her safe from bad things.
“So…uh…are we going to have this meeting right here in the hall?” She leaned in and looked around the lobby conspiratorially. “I was hoping for something a little more private.”
His cock was now at full attention, and he turned abruptly away from her. “Stay here,” he barked over his shoulder as he walked toward the back office. Taking long, meaningful strides, he quickly made it to the office and shut the door behind him. Will’s head snapped up at the interruption.
“What is it?”
“Lianne Seward is here.”
His brother’s brow remained furrowed. “And?”
Seb poured himself a cup of water and downed it in one gulp. “And I need a minute.”
“Who’s watching the front?” Will rose from his chair with a glare and headed for the office door. “You can’t just leave the tellers out there alone, Seb. How many times do we have to go over this?” Will shoved past him.
“Mrs. Sawyer took her break,” he called after his brother. He shook his head and then took a deep breath, feeling as if he had perhaps regained some of his aplomb. When he walked out of the hallway to take Lianne to one of the small meeting rooms, he felt a smug pleasure at his brother’s faltering in the face of Lianne’s huge smile and eager hello. Will adjusted his tie, fiddled with his shirtsleeves, and looked generally uncomfortable under Lianne’s power.
At least he wasn’t the only one affected by her brilliant presence. “So I see you’ve been reacquainted with Miss Seward.” He shot his twin a knowing look.
“Oh, come on, Seb. Call me Lianne. We’ve known each other since I was born.” He felt the tips of his ears burning at her friendly admonishment.
“Come on, Lianne. Is that really what you are worried about?” Will asked. “The size of your breasts?”
She squeezed her eyes, unable to meet either of theirs, and nodded.
“Well, that’s crazy because they’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
Her eyes flew open. Looking over, she stared deep into Will’s eyes. There was no hint of laughter on his face. He looked dead earnest, in fact. “That isn’t the adjective I would use exactly.”
He frowned. “I don’t know who put the idea in your head, but you can forget it. I love your body.”
“Come on. You don’t have to feed me some line. I’ve already admitted how smitten I am. It’s not like you have to win me over or anything.”
“That wasn’t a line, Lianne. I mean it. I love your body. I wish you’d let me see more of it.” His mouth quirked up, and his smile matched his brother’s from moments before.
He shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes trained on her.
She moved so that she was on her hands and knees, and then very carefully, she made her way to him, trying her best not to let the canoe tilt as she crawled because she was really shaking. When she reached him, she sat on her heels and put her hands on Will’s knees. Placing his hand on her jacket’s zipper, he slowly pulled it down until she felt the front come apart again. Cool air pushed at her thin sweater and undershirt.
Slowly, Will slid his hands under the fleece of her jacket and over her shoulders. He rolled his hands back, making the fabric slip off. Lianne shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold air. Her nipples poked against her garments.
Will covered her breasts with his broad palms, and Lianne winced, nervous at how little she had to offer him. Despite her timidity, he began to fondle and caress. Lianne fought the urge to stay stiff. It was such a strange feeling for a man to be paying special attention to her breasts. Biting her bottom lip, she willed herself to relax into the pull and sway of Will’s hands.
He leaned forward, put his lips to her ear, and said, “See. All I need is a palmful each.” He nibbled at her earlobe, sending wild thrills down her neck and across her scalp. Her hands flew up to hold his elbows, pulling him closer against her body.
After a few moments of teasing her through the sweater, Will slipped his hands under the garments. Lianne gasped at the sudden warmth of his flesh on her flesh. Then, before she could compute what was happening, Seb had grabbed her from behind, and the twins were moving as one until they had her positioned just like they wanted, and just like she wanted, too, with Seb lying beneath her, almost cradling her, and Will above her.
Seb’s legs stretched along her body, locking her close to him. He put his hands on her hips, circling and drawing seductive patterns through her jeans onto her skin. Each line, each shape that he drew sent out tentacles of pleasure through her nerves and through her blood until it roped around her pussy. A low moan rumbled in the back of her throat, and she closed her eyes, wanting to dive deep into every tiny sensation the twins were causing in her body.
She’d dreamt of their hands, their lips, their breaths so many times as a teenager, and now that it was actually happening, it didn’t seem possible. It had been impossible for so long that she’d stopped believing in it.
Will pushed her sweater and undershirt up, exposing her bare breasts. She’d been in a hurry that morning and figured two layers were enough for decency with her small bosom. As Will’s lips landed on one of her nipples, she heard a surprised squeak pop out of her mouth before she could stop it. Seb chuckled beneath her.
“It’s…not…funny,” she choked out between desire-ridden pants. Her hands flew to Will’s head, holding him close to her body as his tongue laved her nipple with one rough swipe and then softened to swirl and undulate against her nipple.
Seb’s hands played with the button of her jeans, flicking at it in question.
“Go on,” she whispered.
Deftly, he undid her pants and then slid one of his hands inside. Lianne sighed at the welcome intrusions and let herself fall into the swirling luxuriance of pleasure he stirred up inside her cunt. His fingertips danced along the lips of her pussy and toyed with the swollen flesh of her entrance. She rolled her hips up toward his hand, needing him to delve in.
Moving to her other breast, Will used his teeth on her nipple just as Seb sank his fingers deep into her pussy. She whimpered, carried away on a wave of desire. She dove off her safety raft of control and let herself struggle in the sweeping, powerful, overwhelming waves of passion that the twins called up all around her. Her body writhed and twitched with each stroke and nibble, with each jab and lick. They tugged her back and forth between them, Seb striking from below and Will from above, until the very center of her body throbbed and pulsed and spasmed. Each outward wave pushed tight against the edge, moving her closer and closer until she thought her mind would expand and expire like birth and death, like the rising and the setting, the blinding and the seeing.
Seb’s lips found hers from above, from somewhere far away and tangible. She thrust her tongue up and into him. He caught her and held her. In that moment, touching both of them, being stroked to life by them, she realized they held everything. They always had.