Page 211 of Protective Heroes

Her blood thundered in her ears and the butterflies switched up their cha cha cha to a rowdy cheerleader number full of flips and cartwheels.

Reece anchored his fingers deep in her hair and tightened his grip as she gasped.

Her eyes closed and she groaned from the slight tug against her scalp. Her back bowed slightly, pushing her butt into Caden’s awaiting palms and her breasts into Reece’s solid, muscled chest.

Caden hissed. “God, I told you she had the perfect ass under all that garb she covers herself with.”

Reece’s rocked against her gently and his thick, hard dick pressed into her midriff as Caden’s nudged against her ass.

She groaned.

“I bet her breasts are just as perfect with tiny pink nipples.”

“Wait!” She breathed out the word half hoping they didn’t hear her.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart. Do you really want us to stop?”

“Probably not. Maybe. Definitely.” She whimpered.

Reece chuckled and the friction against her hardened nipples sent an electric pulse through her body and straight to her core, lighting the path straight to her clit.

“You need to let us know. We’re not going to force this, so tell us now.”

The only thing she knew was that she felt good in the arms of both men. From there it was all about winging it the whole thing.

Reece released her hair and she immediately felt the loss of his touch. The heat she was quickly becoming familiar with retreated and her heart fell. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her. His rich dark golden gaze intense with need, but she also saw a level of weariness in his expression.

She glanced over her shoulder at Caden. He stroked an exposed area of skin right above the band of her sweatpants in small, lazy strokes. He settled his warm gaze on hers and a small sensual tilt to his lips worked like a balm to her nerves.

“Let us take care of you, sweetheart.”

She wanted to.

Wanted to give herself over to all the pleasure she could handle from both sexy-as-sin Marines, but how did she do that without letting them close to her heart? Her head told her to take what they offered in skin and nothing more, but she knew deep down past the lust and desire she’d already fallen for them a long time ago.

“Let us love you just a little. We’ll take it slow and you can tell us to stop at any time.”

Her sister said she wore her heart on her sleeve. Tonight that couldn’t be truer. There was no way she could say no to them and they knew it, the damn smooth talkers.

She looked between them. With her best come-hither smile, she turned and placed a hand against Caden’s chest. He palmed her ass and hauled her closer. Toned muscles rippled beneath her touch, but that wasn’t what caught most of her attention. His hardened cock pressed into her lower abdomen. The rough material of his jeans created a delicious friction against the soft barrier of her sweatpants. She reached between them and rubbed her hand up his enclosed length, soliciting a husky groan from deep within his throat.

Empowered by his reaction, she took it a step further.

With a lightest of touches, Abigail slipped her other hand beneath his dress shirt and scraped her nails along his chiseled abdomen in a slow, sensual tease.

Caden rocked on his heels and released a small groan. “God, woman, what do you do to me?” She wished she knew because he had the same effect on her.

Caden wrapped his fingers around her arm and pulled her hand out from beneath his shirt to brush tender kisses along the inseam of her arm. His day-old stubble tickled a path up the super sensitive area of her extended arm, and she swallowed back a giggle.

“So beautiful.” Strong hands claimed her waist and pulled her back into the large captain chair backed up against the side of the cabin.

Her head tilted back. “Reece,” she gasped. His name resounded throughout the cabin, and she grabbed the soft cotton covering the wide chest she now rested against.

“Easy, Abigail. I’ve got you.” Strong arms enveloped her in pure strength.

Abigail stared into Reece’s eyes. With one deft movement he flipped her legs over the arm of the chair and then rested his hand on top of her right hip.

He stroked gentle circles along her outer thigh, holding her gaze. If he could melt her insides with one look, she’d be a puddle at his feet right about now.

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