Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Penny

Iexpected it to take a little more convincing, but once I issued the ultimatum, Nick and Zeke nodded—stiffly, of course—and boosted me back into the house so I could pack my bags and leave a goodbye note for my aunt. It’s a cop out. I really should speak to her face to face. But my father put distance between him and his sister, same way he created a divide between us, so she’ll probably be relieved not to have a virtual stranger in her house anymore. Most of my things are either smoke damaged or in storage now, so it didn’t take long to collect my meager wardrobe, my fashion portfolio and school books.

We flipped a coin to decide whose truck I would ride in—Nick won—and after a silent but charged ride, we’ve arrived at Nick’s house.

As I walk up the stone path leading to the front door, flanked by Nick and Zeke, the spontaneity of what I’m doing begins to hit me. I’ve just snuck out of my aunt’s house to be with men I’ve only known a week. I’ve been living with my overprotective father so long, this should seem like more of a risk. But it doesn’t.

I feel as if I’ve known them forever.

At least I did until they started kissing my neck, their big hands moving on my hips and waist, stopping just above my sex. Both of these men want me. Badly. There was no mistaking the erections they rubbed against my hips, or the rasping breaths they took next to my ears. Am I going to lose my virginity tonight?

“Next time, we go to my apartment,” Zeke says, throwing himself into a lean beside the front door. “It’s not always going to be your house.”

“There’s more space here,” Nick clips, inserting the key into the lock with precise movements. “You need space for the fucking chip on your shoulder, don’t you?”

Zeke shrugs. “Maybe you need it for your pacemaker.”

“I can call an Uber at any time, you know,” I say, stepping in between them. “No more fighting or we won’t be staying in either place.”

The grinding of their jaws is audible as we walk inside. Nick’s house is exactly like I would expect. Everything is neat and tasteful, grays and forest greens. No clutter, nothing so personal as a throw blanket or family photo. It’s bare, but it’s clean and welcoming and safe. “I like it,” I whisper, sliding my hand into Nick’s.

He tugs me up against him and lowers his mouth to mine—

Zeke wraps an arm around me from behind, tucking me back into the curve of his lap. Nick doesn’t like that. With a growl, he goes heavy on the kiss, parting my lips with a determined tongue, the chafe of his beard abrading my chin. And holy God, I never imagined a kiss like this. It sends a ripple through me, shooting electricity to all my extremities at once. From behind me, Zeke sinks tiny bites into my shoulder, sending a low but insistent current to the place inside my panties. But I can’t concentrate or enjoy anything, because I feel the tension radiating between them. It’s resentful and angry and raw.

I pull away from the kiss and dance out of their reach, leaving them panting and aroused, like two deprived beasts. “Maybe we need to set some ground rules?”

Nick swipes the back of his wrist across his mouth. “Not a bad idea.”

Zeke adjusts the bulge in his pants. “Never wanted anyone or anything this goddamn bad, Penny. I don’t like someone else’s hands on you.”

“I hate it, too,” Nick rasps. “Mine.”

They bare their teeth at each other and seem prepared to fight, until I say, “Don’t you want me to feel good?”

“Yes,” Zeke hisses.

Nick nods hard. “More than anything.”

“I’m new at this. I’m new at…men, in general. And now I have two.” I grasp the hem of my nightshirt and pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white panties. Self-consciousness tries to take hold, but it fades fast when both men unzip their pants with low, strangled groans and begin touching themselves while looking at me. “Try and remember the other man is making me feel good, too. I love Nick’s kiss, but I also love Zeke’s hands. I need both. Both make me feel special. You want that, don’t you?”

They’re not quite ready to call a truce yet. I can see it in their eyes. There are more fights to come, but something in my heart propels me toward Nick and Zeke. It tells me there will be beauty and contentment on the other side of the negativity. There’s gratitude flowing through me, too, over the way they stood by me in the hospital, the only light in my darkest hours. Following my instincts to please these men, to thank them for being my saviors, I go down on my knees on the floor between them.

“Ah, Jesus,” Nick says. “Look how sweet.”

“Baby’s going to give her first suck.”

At first, all I can do is marvel over the sheer length and thickness of the flesh they strokestrokestoke toward my mouth, the veins straining in their hands, their athletic thigh muscles flexing. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve overheard girls describing the act enough to know men spend the whole time trying not to have rough intercourse with the female’s mouth. But they need to. If I have one goal tonight, it’s to give them permission to lose control. I don’t want them holding back from anything that provides pleasure.

“Ground rules?” Nick grinds out, guiding his erection to my mouth and sliding the salty weight of himself deep, deep toward my throat with a loud curse. “I only need one. No touching her unless all three of us are there. That’s what she needs, that’s what we give her.” He rears back and inches forward with stuttering breaths, making my eyes tear. “But break the rule and I’ll break your neck.”

“Done,” Zeke says through his teeth, his free hand tugging my jaw down so I can take more of Nick. It’s a move that surprises me, but I can feel the possession in his grip. If I’m going to take another man into my mouth, he’s going to have some control over it. I reward him by setting Nick free and turning my head, licking the bead of milky white from Zeke’s erect inches, then swirling my tongue around the head. All the while, I can feel Nick stroking back my hair, like he did in the hospital. Proud, tender. But shaking enough that I know he’s incredibly turned on.

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Nick’s hand moves in my peripheral vision, sliding up and down his swollen girth. “Can’t be easy to stretch that little mouth, but she’s trying for our sake.”

“Fuck yeah,” Zeke rasps, holding my head steady and thrusting deep. “Trying real hard. Sucking on it like she’s already got a taste for come.”

“She will.” Nick guides himself to my lips and Zeke pops out with a groan, allowing himself to be replaced. “Motherfucker,” groans Nick, sliding into my mouth until he hits my throat, making me choke. “Call me sick, but I love the way those wisdom teeth scrape on my cock a little.”

“Hell, I’m sick then, too,” Zeke says, reaching down to capture my breasts. “Paired up with these B-cup titties, we’re going straight to hell.”

“Not before I come down her throat.”

Zeke groans, his hand blurring on his arousal. “You close, man?”

“Christ, yes. She’s sucking on my cock like a champ.”

I sense a solid wall of reluctance in Zeke, but the fingers of his free hand twist in my hair and he tips my head back. “Eyes on him, baby. Watch how hard a man comes for an eager little girl. He can’t do nothing about the need but get rid of it. Now be a good girl and help him.”

Responsibility wells inside me and…heat, too. I’m so hot and dizzy and tingly between my legs. I’m safe and treasured. But I’m also the object of their lust and until now, I didn’t realize how men become animals when they’re on the brink of being satisfied. They’re snarling and grunting above me, jerking their flesh and passing my mouth back and forth, choking on curses when it’s their turn. Hips pumping, rough hands on my chin, in my hair. Toward the end, I’m nothing but a wet hole to them, one they pump into eagerly without any thought to how deep they go or how much I can take. Mine, they growl at each other. Mine.

And maybe I was made for this kind of treatment, because it excites me. My nipples are in tight beads and as soon as I learn to loosen my throat muscles, I stop gagging and savor the robust flavor of male, the ridges along the tips of their flesh, the press of their sacs to my chin.

“Going to give you a big load, sweetheart,” says Nick. “Look at me now. Give me those pretty, grateful eyes while it’s burning down your throat.”

I do as I’m asked and it’s glorious. Watching this veritable giant shudder and grunt his way through a climax, his fingers tangling in my hair. His release goes down thick and salty. I love it. I love it. I want more of this proof of satisfaction—and I get it. As soon as Nick is finished and staggers away with a slack jaw, I’m spun around on my knees and Zeke is spraying come across my lips, driving into my mouth—deep so deep—while he shouts up at the ceiling.

“Fuck!” He presses all the way in and holds, his hips shaking against my mouth. “Tiny mouth, tiny pussy. Going to find out real soon how true that is, ain’t we? Shit. Look how she takes it. One more big swallow, baby. Good.”

When they’re both done, I’m only given a second to revel in the pleasure I provided. Nick picks me up around the waist and throws me down on the couch. “You get her mouth and tits. Been starved for a lick of this pussy.”

Zeke’s hands turn to fists, but he visibly reins in his temper. “Give me a fucking look at it. Took everything I had not to tug down her panties in the hospital.” He drops to his knees beside the couch, where Nick is kneeling between my thighs. “Knew I could make her feel better if she let me use my tongue.”

Excitement and nerves bumping around inside me, I reach out to Zeke and our fingers twine together, just as Nick pulls down my underwear. I expect them to smile or groan, but that’s not what I get.

“Goddamn.”

“Sweet fuck.”

Both men lunge for it like dogs toward a bone, growling their approval, shouldering each other out of the way. Zeke wraps a hand around Nick’s throat, but Nick dislodges it, rearing back to throw a punch.

“No!” I scream, jackknifing on the couch. I’m stunned by my outburst, but watching them fight hurts me in a way I can’t describe. Knowing I need to work fast, I cup Zeke’s face and lure him toward me for a kiss. He falls on me with a rasping exhale, our mouths mating in a frenzy as I drop my thighs open for Nick.

I wail my pleasure into the kiss as Nick bats my clit around with the tip of his tongue, then sinks in to kiss it, Frenching me between the legs. The buildup in my belly isn’t slow. It’s an avalanche and it picks up speed faster because I have two men encouraging it. Zeke’s right hand finds my nipples, rolling them gently between callused fingers, his mouth slanting over mine with such intensity, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t think. Can’t think. Can only feel.

“No fingering her,” Zeke pulls back to grit out against my lips. “Don’t even put your tongue in her hole. She stays a virgin until we both decide.”

“Until I decide,” I moan, my hips lifting off the couch.

Their dark laughter should make me mad, make me push them away, but I can’t stem the incredible flow of pleasure to save my life. It crashes down on me like cement, capturing me in its grip as I writhe, coming against Nick’s mouth, while Zeke fucks mine. There’s no other word to describe how they claim me. It’s absolute, it’s a taking of ownership…and as I slip from the highest dimension…down, down…into sleep that’s been eluding me, I want nothing more than to have Nick and Zeke own me.

Forever.

But with dark laughter from the shadows still haunting me, I have the growing fear forever might not come…