Kendra sensed them before she turned around and saw them. Her breath hitched in her throat. She felt her pulse pick up speed. A ringing in her ears accompanied a moment of dizziness.
The two men stared at her as she stared back. If the taller one, the man with the softest yet most intense brown eyes she’d ever seen hadn’t spoken, they might’ve stayed that way for several more minutes.
His voice stabbed its way inside her, whipping around to pull at her gut. When had a voice ever sounded so sexy? She barely managed to answer. “Hi.”
They were alike and yet so different. The tall one with the great voice wasn’t as handsome as the other one, yet he had an essence about him that drew her in and held her in an invisible grasp. He was lean, yet his narrow waist, highlighted by a silver buckle, led the way to wide shoulders. The shade of his hat shadowed half of his face, and although most of his hair was hidden under the hat, she saw enough to know his hair was a thick brown she’d love to run her fingers through. His expression was serene, as though he was comfortable and in his element. He was dressed like his friend in worn jeans, scuffed boots, and a simple cotton shirt rolled up to his elbows. A rifle lay cradled in his arm.
She shifted her attention to the other man. He was of mixed race, giving his skin a creamy, unblemished look she envied. His jaw was square, and his cheekbones high, turning what might have been an average face into a spectacular one. She had no doubt he had dozens of women dropping at his feet, begging him to take them into his bed. His black hair was longer than his friend’s and curled around the nape of his neck. He stood, feet apart, like the other man. Although he, too, exuded confidence, he didn’t seem as comfortable as his friend. His brilliant, startling ocean-blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. If an artist had been asked to blend a better color scheme for a human, he would’ve failed.
Name’s Wash Timberton, and this is my friend Rusk Fortran.”
“I’m Kendra Johnson.”
She wasn’t sure she’d spoken loud enough for them to hear. Wash narrowed his eyes and leaned forward as though straining to hear.
Rusk, however, widened his smile. “Kendra Johnson, it’s good to meet you.” His gaze slipped from hers and skimmed her campground. “Are you alone?”
His question should’ve put her on quick alert. She was good at listening to her instincts, and while her head was telling her the question didn’t sound right, her body was telling her everything was perfect. “Yes. Why?”
“You don’t have a man around?” asked Wash.
“No, I don’t. I’m very used to being on my own.” The men glanced at each other, concern dominating their expressions. She smiled, trying to put them at ease. “It’s okay. I teach survival techniques, so I know what I’m doing. Besides, it’s not like I’m out in the middle of the jungle by my little ole lonesome. I have a phone, and my car’s not too far away.” She’d left it parked off the side of the road and hiked to the creek.
“Still, a woman by herself?” Rusk shook his head slowly. “You’re just asking for trouble. You need to pack up and head on home.”
How many times had a man tried to tell her what to do? She’d learned to not take it the wrong way. At least, not unless he pushed her. “Rusk, I appreciate the concern, but I’m fine. Are you two okay?”
She adopted a worried expression to match theirs. She could play the game, too.
“It’s not the same.” Wash checked around them. Was he looking for someone?
“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” Something about the way they kept glancing at each other was beginning to wear on her nerves. “Is there a reason I need to be careful? More than usual, I mean?”
She was certain Wash was about to tell her when Rusk stepped ahead of his friend, effectively cutting him off. “No. Other than all the things in the wild that wouldn’t think twice about hurting a pretty woman like you.”
He thinks I’m pretty. Or is he only flattering me so I’ll do what he wants?
“Again, I know what I’m doing.”
She should’ve been even more irritated than she was. And yet, the closer Rusk came, the more she wanted to convince him that she was fine. Fine and ready to do the horizontal dance with him. The pull, the incredibly strong attraction she felt toward Rusk, extended to Wash, too, as though the three of them had gotten trapped in a cocoon of sexual awareness.
Rusk stood to her right, his hand dragging through her hair. He sucked in a hard breath when she wrapped her fingers around his length. “Kendra.”
“Shh. Don’t talk.” She’d be the one in charge. At least, for now.
He didn’t argue. Instead, he moaned as she started moving her hand along his shaft. With one quick lick, she drank up the wetness on his mushroomed cap then slicked her tongue over the purple-veins and loose skin to the curly dark mass at the base. She glanced up once, tossing him a wicked smile, then opened her mouth. His eyes widened as she took him inside.
She didn’t let go as her lips kept her smile going.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.”
Wash’s even modulated voice was the perfect counterpoint to Rusk’s downhome one. She reached out, and he guided her hand to her prize. His cock was as big as Rusk’s and already slickened with his juices.
Matching the rhythm of her head’s motions, she pumped Wash, working each of them with smooth, easy movements. Her breasts swayed enticingly as they kept her hair pushed away from her shoulders.
“Oh, damn, that feels great, baby.”
Rusk didn’t speak, but she could hear his pleasure in the puffs of his breaths. He worked his hips forward and back, helping her as much as he could. She turned his cock loose, moving her aching jaw, then came back more determined than ever to please him. To please them.
Their scents were alike. Masculine, powerful, and sweaty. Yet Rusk’s held a different edge to it. One filled with a raw, an almost animal-like quality that had her thinking of wild animal sex. She pulled, sucked, and fondled them, switching back and forth from Rusk’s cock in her mouth to Wash’s.
She drew in Rusk’s cock again and placed a palm against his leg. His leg muscles were hard, like steel covered with a smooth material. She longed to dig her fingernails into his skin and see how far below the steel lay. Instead, she withdrew her hand, resolving to find the answer to her question when she could sink her fingernails into his back.
“This is killing me. In a good way.” Wash’s tone was filled with agony, the lust thickening each word. He pulled away from her, earning him a complaining groan. “Come here, baby. It’s your turn.”
Rusk uttered a curse when Wash tugged her away. Wash’s mouth covered hers as he fell backward, taking her along with him. Yet instead of shoving his cock inside her as she’d expected, he pulled her farther along his body until her legs straddled his head.
She was prepared to feel his tongue on her pussy, yet even knowing it was coming didn’t help. He pressed his tongue against her clit, driving her insane with renewed lust, and then sucked on the pebbled nub. She let out a cry and gripped his arms as he took her breasts in his hands.
Around and around, harder and harder, he tortured her clit. Loud slurping sounds added to her pleasure as he crushed his mouth to her pussy and swallowed her juices.
Hands pushed Wash’s away as Rusk came to stand behind her. He toyed with her nipples, twisting them, bringing sharp stings of pain. Nibbling on her neck, he added different stings, compounding her joy. Her body trembled, and her mind swam as they took control of her body, giving her what she’d given them. Rusk’s cock moved against her spine, tempting her to see if she could turn around and take it back into her mouth. She rocked, going with Wash’s pressure on her hips, urging her to help him as he licked her.
The sound of a growl came from Rusk. He not only smelled like an animal he sounded like one, too.
“Please.” Her plea came a moment before her climax burst free.
Wash held her firmer, lifting his head so he could get even closer. He groaned as he drank from her.
“Damn it. Give me a taste.” Rusk lifted her away.
She let out a yelp then ended up on her back against the soft grass. Before she could utter a word, they were beside her, each lying against her leg, each with their face at her pussy. They pulled her legs apart, spreading her wide.
Their tongues swept over her flesh, thrilling her as they nibbled along the creases of her legs. Would they both try and lick her pussy? Was it even possible? They were so close to each other that she wondered if their tongues would touch.
Wash fell away as Rusk shoved him. Rusk’s lip curled into a snarl as his gaze met hers. With bits of amber firing in the brown depths of his eyes, he put his mouth to her pussy and sucked in her clit. She let out a scream as another orgasm built its way toward the threshold of her endurance.
Wash skimmed his palm over her leg. He smiled at her, her juices glistening around his mouth. “Enough is enough.” Pushing against Rusk’s shoulder, he shoved his friend back.
“Guys—” Whatever she’d thought she’d say was gone in the moment Wash put his face between her legs again.
Her fingers dug into the ground beneath her as her body bucked and squirmed. Rusk’s tongue trailed along her leg’s crease, temptingly close to Wash’s head. Was Rusk daring Wash? Seeing Wash’s dark hair between her legs with Rusk’s head so close sent her over the edge again.
If only they could both suck me off at the same time.