There was something special in the way Sean Kendall said her name whenever he answered his phone—or met with her, face-to-face. A certain flavor, a hint of emotion, a sexy promise. She didn’t have to close her eyes to see him. Brittany grinned. It wasn’t that Sean Kendall looked older than his brother. After all, only two years separated the men. But he had the demeanor of the older brother, the one in charge, the one who took on the responsibility for the moment—and would likely take it on for the world, if allowed. His dark brown hair, styled shorter on top than Noah’s lighter brown, was short enough that he wore the look of the executive, a man who could wheel and deal and then chair the annual meeting. She’d seen him in a suit, and she’d seen him in a tee and khakis, and he was completely comfortable, either-or. His blue eyes were so dark they were almost black, and when he focused on her, she wanted to melt or do whatever it was he wanted her to do.
She somehow knew, when she finally got to see his chest naked, that it would have little hair but would be corded with an almost subtle musculature. No one would call this man fun loving by that first look, and no one, with an ounce of sense, would underestimate him.
Of course, his brother, Noah, had the same talent for drawing her in, just saying her name. With his brown hair thick on top, but close cut to his ears, there was just something about the way that man looked at her that made her anticipate a smile. Noah Kendall was quick to laugh, and capable of the sultriest expressions, and his light brown eyes shone with a spark of kindness. His face missed the image of Adonis by that much, giving instead the impression of honesty and tenderness, of a man who was eminently down-to-earth. She hadn’t seen him with his shirt off yet, either, but she imagined him with a solid chest—no bulging muscles but a kind of warm masculinity that invited a woman to snuggle in and get comfortable.
A few words in her ear from either of these amazing men—even if “in her ear” meant over her cell phone and nearly two hundred miles away—and she was practically mush. Lieutenant Brittany Phillips, U.S. Marine Corps, couldn’t help the grin at her fanciful thoughts. Since meeting Sean and Noah Kendall, she’d had a lot of fanciful thoughts—and just at the point in her life when she’d begun to think herself incapable of having any at all.
“Hi, Sean. Thought I’d let you know we’re all done here. I’ll be boarding the helicopter soon and heading back.”
“Hang on, sweetheart. Let me put this on speaker phone.”
Brittany heard a click and then, “Hi Brittany. You’re on your way home to us?”
Home to us. There was another fanciful thought. They hadn’t even made love yet, and already there was something about the brothers Kendall that made her think of home.
“Yes, in about ten minutes. I have to write up a report when I get back to the embassy, fill in my supervisor, meet with the rest of the security staff, and then I’m off duty for two glorious days.”
“And nights?” Sean asked.
Brittany placed her hand on her stomach. They’d asked her on Wednesday, just before she’d left for Walvis Bay, if she would spend all of her off-duty time with them this weekend.
Her thoughts touched on the last two months, from the first moment she’d laid eyes on them at a popular restaurant in Windhoek, the capital city of Namibia, to the moment after Sean attempted to kiss her for the first time and she’d stopped him, confessing she couldn’t choose between him and Noah.
To the shivering arousal that had coursed through her when they’d told her they didn’t want her to choose between them but to simply choose them.
Of course, as far as all her fellow marines and co-workers at the embassy knew, it was Sean she was dating. She considered it a huge tribute to the brothers that all her colleagues liked them and approved of Sean Kendall as her boyfriend. Even Tommy Rogers, her closest friend in Africa and, as he called himself, her number one stand-in big brother, liked and approved of Sean and Noah Kendall.
The men had asked her to think about taking that next step and had made it very clear that “not yet” was an acceptable answer. And Brittany, who’d always believed herself lacking any genes that would lead her to romance of any kind, found she simply couldn’t wait any longer. She needed them so badly she wondered if she wouldn’t wither away not having them.
“And nights.” She heard their sighs, and her smile widened.
“We’re going to take such good care of you, baby girl,” Sean said. His deep-voiced pledge made her shiver in anticipation.
“Sweetheart, we can’t wait to see you tonight,” Noah said.
“Love me, please.”
“Baby girl, we never stopped.” Sean turned her face toward him and lowered his mouth to hers. Their kiss started out soft and sweet then took a roller-coaster plunge into hot and carnal in the space of a heartbeat.
Sean’s hand cupped her chin while Noah’s stroked down her body. The light brushing under her left breast and then her right, coupled with the sexy tango Sean’s tongue led hers in, got her hot as hell.
Then Sean’s hand released her face, his mouth released her lips, and Noah gently turned her head so she faced him.
“Hello, my love.” Noah sealed those words against her mouth as he kissed her.
For a moment she tasted both men on her tongue, and then she was falling again. Passion heated her blood and pounded her heart. She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek as her tongue danced and dipped with his.
She felt Sean kiss his way down her body. She shivered when he made a place for himself between her thighs. Noah released her mouth and took a moment to look down her body, so she did, too.
Sean met her gaze, his face just an inch or so above her mound. She could feel his hot, moist breath against her pussy lips.
Her nipples hardened, and her slit became damp.
Sean inhaled deeply. “You’re wet,” he said. “And I can hardly wait to taste you.”
“When I’m with the two of you, I’m always wet.” That was nothing short of the truth.
His smile beamed, beautiful. Then, holding her gaze, he used his tongue and licked a path from the bottom of her slit to her clit.
“OhmyGod!” She bowed her back off the bed as a spasm of arousal snaked through her, completely compelling and totally titanic, and she thought it wouldn’t take much more to make her come.
“Fuck, woman, you taste good. I’m going to eat you until you scream.”
That won’t take long. Before she could voice the thought, Sean fastened his mouth on her pussy and began to devour her.
Every thought evaporated as Brittany simply felt. Sean’s tongue, that evil genius, stroked and lapped, drank her nectar, and teased her clit. Noah turned her face back toward him, and she raised her head to meet his lips with her own. She was being lapped up above and below in the same hot, sexy rhythm. Brittany couldn’t keep still. Her hips moved on their own to press her pussy closer to Sean’s voracious mouth.
Noah cupped her right breast, his handling of her gentle. Then he enclosed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the pressure hard and increasing. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, that she was going to erupt, Sean inserted his fingers into her, stroking a spot inside her pussy that made her shiver, sucked her clit between his lips, and she came.
“Sean!” Brittany had pulled her mouth from one lover as she’d screamed her other lover’s name.