12. Sabrina

Ithought I was ready to face this weekend. I’d planned for it to the best of my ability, but damn it all if Russell didn’t knock me sideways a few minutes ago. I stood there gaping while he remained in the open doorway with his arm propped on the frame.

“Chase.” Russell dipped his head and looked at me over his shoulder. “Should I let him in?”

Dumbfounded, I remained mute. Russell admitted he wanted me. Just flat-out said it. And the look in his eyes, the fierce desire burning in them, set my body on fire. When Chase knocked on the door, I couldn’t make myself move to answer it. Which led to Russell opening the door to reveal Chase.

My pulse roared, blood rushing in my ears. Everything felt tight, strained, like my clothes were a size too small and I’d forgotten how to breathe all at once.

Chase looked around Russell. I didn’t know what he read in my face, but it turned his gaze molten. “I didn’t know we were having a party.”

Party? This was not a party. This was devastation waiting to happen. What would he do when he found out what Russell said?

Russell opened the door wider. “If that’s what Sabrina wants. I don’t mind a party.”

Um. Excuse me? What happened to my words, my cocksure attitude? It vanished quicker than vapor under their intense stares. “What party?” My voice squeaked out, and I licked my lips.

Russell made a humming noise in the back of his throat. “You want to explain, or should I?”

Chase shooed him toward me. “I’d like to hear your version first.” His gaze skimmed over me, leaving me hot and aching with nothing more than a look.

I was drowning in that look, and the only way to break the surface was to hear them tell me what they expected. What they wanted. My confusion morphed into something else as those vivid dreams I’d experienced danced through my head again. Two men wanted me. Those same two men stood in front of me wearing matching looks that curled my toes and made me want to strip down and crawl all over them.

“I had you book this weekend so we could clear the air.” Russell rocked onto his heels. “We can work. Or we can … play.” A wicked smile danced across his face. “I’m for the latter, but I’ll accept either. Or both.”

Chase crossed to me. He waited for a response while standing just out of reach.

“I’m confused. Is this a work weekend or not?” I’d tossed it around for days. I should have asked for clarification, but I’d worried that my mind made it all up and I’d be crossing a line by asking if they brought me here for sex. Now I still didn’t know what to say.

Russell tipped his head to the side. “Let’s start with an easier question. Do you want us?”

I should say no. I should be furious and obnoxious and tell them they couldn’t offer me money for sex because I was not a prostitute. I chewed on my bottom lip. Both men inhaled and groaned.

Enough. I forced words up past the throbbing in my chest. “You’re not paying me for sex. If you want to offer me money, then we need to work.”

“Agreed.” Russell flashed that easy smile. “As I said. I’m okay with both work and play. No need to be stingy.”

I hoped for this when I agreed to come with them. I wanted to sleep with Russell, and maybe with Chase again. I never dreamed I’d have both men standing in my gorgeous suite waiting for me to agree. I needed the money for a new apartment, so we’d have to work at some point. But not yet. “Yes.” I met Russell’s hungry gaze. “I want you.” I turned to Chase. “And you.”

“Great.” Russell clapped and unbuttoned his jacket. Chase did the same, both men folding their jackets over their arms before laying them across the backs of a pair of matching chairs.

My throat dried up, taking my voice with it. The room swam in and out of focus until I drew in a deep breath. The open room shrank around me as I took them in. Chase’s salt and pepper hair gleamed almost silver in the low light from a nearby lamp. Russell unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt and yanked his tie off with a single jerk. “I’m going to enjoy undressing you, Sabrina. I’ve dreamed about you. How you look. How you taste.”

“Like sunshine,” Chase answered from several steps away. “She tastes like fucking sunshine.”

Russell groaned, his head falling back to expose his muscled throat. “I hate that you know that already.”

“Wait. What’s happening.” I found my voice and held up both hands in front of me.

Chase lifted both eyebrows. “I thought that was obvious. You want us. We want you. Seems reasonable that we share.”

“But …” Shock rooted me to the ground. I flicked my eyes to the massive bed covered in dark gray silk sheets in the other room. “Men don’t share. They want sex with multiple women at the same time. Not the other way around.”

“Trust me, Russell and I have no interest in each other or other women.” Chase removed his tie and draped it over his jacket. “Just you.”

“That’s right.” Russell paused with his fingers on the second button. “We’ve never shared a woman before, but I have some ideas how we can make it work. If you’re both up for it.”

Chase palmed his cock through his pants. “Definitely up for it.” His eyes softened when he looked at me. “But the decision is yours. We only go as far as you’re comfortable with.”

Breath whooshed out of me so fast the lightheadedness returned. I fisted my hands and dug my nails into my palms until the sting of pain righted the room. “Both of you with me at the same time?” It was every dirty dream I’d ever had waiting to be explored.

“Do you want that?” Russell made eye contact with Chase. The two of them had a whole fucking conversation with that look.

I reached for the hem of my shirt and raised it over my head. “Fuck yes.”

Chase closed the distance between us with a single stride, his arms going around my waist and his lips sealing mine with a blistering kiss.

A second set of hands smoothed down my back. Warm lips pressed open-mouthed kisses onto my shoulder, then a sharp nip pulled my pink bra strap down before the kisses resumed.

Russell molded my ass with both hands and squeezed. “I need some room, Chase.”

Chase relaxed his hold, allowing Russell to pull my ass over his groin. He ground his hips into mine. One hand dipped beneath the waist of my jeans and into my soaked panties. “You’re so fucking wet. God, Chase. She’s already drenched. I need to taste her.” He circled his fingers through my slick folds and pressed my clit.

I gasped into Chase’s mouth and he used the moment to deepen the kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with an intensity that rocked my hips onto Russell’s hand. I groaned and spread my legs for better access.

“Hold her still.” Russell removed his hand and unbuttoned my pants. A rush of cool air pebbled my skin when he peeled them down to my ankles. “Lift.” He tugged on my foot, removing my shoe, sock, then the pant leg when I raised my foot from the floor.

I’d never been undressed like this before. I’d never done any of this before. Chase never let up. His touch grounded me, holding me upright as every bone in my body threatened to give way. Sensations exploded along my leg when Russell traced the flat of his hand across the back of my knee. He kissed the curve of my hip and stood. “Take her to bed, Chase.”

I expected Chase to argue, but he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Russell prowled along behind us. I watched him close and lock the door while never breaking eye contact. My arms went around Chase’s neck when he bent to lower me to the bed and broke off the kiss. “Okay?” He stroked my ribs, his thumbs flicking along the underside of my breasts. “Is this what you want, Sabrina?”

I barely managed a whimper to go with my nod as my back met the cool sheets.

Chase stood back beside Russell, the two of them looking down at me. They were strong, powerful men looming overhead, yet I’d never felt more safe, more desirable, than in that moment. I held out a hand and curled my fingers toward Russell. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate to climb onto the bed and lower his lean body to my side. His fingertips danced over my stomach while he pressed light kisses to my temple, my cheeks, and my nose before finally claiming my mouth. He kissed differently from Chase. Not in a bad way, but different. If that blindfold ever did come out, I’d know the two of them apart on that alone.

Chase slid against my other side. The brush of his hair beneath my chin was my only warning before he lowered my bra and took a nipple between his teeth. I arched and gasped, sucking Russell’s lower lip between my teeth.

More. I wanted more even as I felt like I’d explode right then and there. I lifted my hips, searching for Russell’s fingers. He slowed our kiss, then pulled back. “We’re going to make this last.” He glanced at Chase, who agreed with a growl.

“I want to touch you.” I splayed my hand across Russell’s chest, the other digging into Chase’s hair as he continued to pluck and tease my nipple with his teeth.

Russell stilled and I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hand over his smooth shoulders to dislodge the fabric. He leaned over me, resting his weight on one hand, and slid his palm over my sex. His eyes shuttered. “Fuck me, princess. I need to get down there. Let me please you, then you can do all the exploring you want.”

“All that I want?” I asked with an arched brow.

His wry chuckle caused my stomach to clench. God what a gorgeous sound. “Yes.”

“Okay.” I bit my bottom lip and rolled my hips over his hand, driving my pussy into the meaty part of his palm.

Chase reached beneath me and unclasped my bra, then flung it aside. He shifted his weight until he rested half on top of me to suck the other nipple. The move cut off my view of Russell, heightening the anticipation of his touch. My panties slid down my legs with a whisper of sound. Russell gripped my inner thighs and pushed my legs apart. “Damned fucking gorgeous.” His voice deepened to a guttural rasp. “I’m going to make you come so many times.”

His thumbs slid back and forth over my skin, then his mouth was on me. The suddenness caused me to buck my hips into the air. “Fuck.” I grabbed Chase’s shoulders and arched again.

Russell’s beard prickled against my skin as his tongue stroked me. Long, smooth strokes from clit to ass and back. He pushed my legs further apart and worked his face deeper into my folds.

Chase lifted his head and stared down at me. “That’s it. That’s what we want.” He flicked his thumb over my nipple, then pinched and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger at the same time Russell’s tongue slid into my pussy.

I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood.

Chase clicked his tongue and pulled my lip free. “None of that. No holding back. Scream for us. Tell us how good we make you feel.”

Bastards. I loved that they pushed me like this. I’d always been comfortable with my sexuality, but my enthusiasm wasn’t always appreciated. I shook my head and dug my fingers into his shoulders.

Russell pushed my legs up higher and absolutely devoured my pussy. He ate me out like a starving man treated to a buffet.

Chase reached back and grabbed one of my legs, freeing Russell’s hand. “She’s almost there. But I want to hear her scream.”

Russell clamped his lips around my clit and sucked at the same time he pressed a thick finger inside me and curled it. He pulsed his finger, scraping his knuckle against my slick walls, then added a second digit.

“I’m going to suck your dick so hard you’re going to think you left earth.” I ground my hips onto Russell’s face and pinned Chase with a look. “That feels so good. Don’t stop. I never want you to stop.”

“He won’t. And when he’s done, you can suck anything you want.” Chase cupped my breasts, his tone dark and husky. “You can suck off Russell while I fuck that sweet pussy. Would you like that?” He leaned in close. “Do you want my dick inside you, Sabrina?”

The way he said my name and the visual he created pushed me over the edge. I screamed their names as the orgasm lit my entire body on fire.

Russell lapped up my orgasm and continued thrusting his fingers inside me, driving the tightening coils impossibly tight and pushing me to a new level of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

My hips moved of their own accord, rolling over his face until the last waves of pleasure left me shuddering and weak.

They released my legs and Chase moved back. Russell looked up from between my legs, his dark hair mussed and his beard gleaming with my juices. He looked me dead in the eye and inhaled my scent. “You’re a drug, princess. The very best kind of pleasure. And I’m going to have you every possible way before we leave this room.”

I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than the orgasm he’d given me, but I was damned sure I wanted to see what they were capable of. Weak-kneed and still quivering, I sat up and grabbed him by the face, pulling him away from my pussy. “My turn.”

Chase scooted to the head of the bed and crossed his ankles. He and Russell still wore their pants, their erections straining forward.

“Both of you need to take your pants off. I want to see you.” I reached between us and released Russell’s belt, then his button and zipper. “Take those off and get in the bed.”