Page 215 of Protective Heroes

That was fine by her. The idea of her body as a treasured gift sounded lovely.

“Our first time shouldn’t be shadowed by some damn cliché, but if you’ll let us, we’ll give you another kind of pleasure.”

Were they seriously asking? “Do whatever you want.” And she meant it.

“I want to see you.” Reece in his T-shirt and jeans and Caden still wearing his button-down dress shirt and slacks were a sight, but she wanted what was beneath the cloth.

Her gaze roamed between the two, uncertain of what they would say to her demand.

Reece gathered her into his arms and gently laid her in the queen-sized bed. Cool, crisp sheets cushioned her naked body.

“As the queen desires.” He stroked a finger along her jaw, pulled her lower lip free from her teeth and stood back from the edge of the bed.

Both men worked off their shirts to reveal all the dips and contours she’d felt with her fingers.

Muscled, bulged, corded and broad.

Abigail held her breath, unable to look away. Reece exposed well-defined abs and a smooth, broad chest that dipped into a trim waist.

Her nipples hardened past aroused and she reached for them, tugging as Reece had done.

Wetness dampened her thighs and she could see the hunger in their eyes when she stroked a finger through her pussy lips.

She gasped, never taking her eyes off both men.

Caden stripped off his shirt next.

A light dusting of hair fanned across his chest only to slip beneath his pants in a trail she wanted to follow. He turned and tossed his shirt with the rest of their clothes.

Burn scars marred his otherwise beautiful skin. Like Reece’s, she’d heard about the injuries he’d sustained, but this was the first time seeing them.

Abigail rose to her knees and slipped her fingers into his waistband, drawing Caden to the edge of the bed.

With tender kisses, she trailed a path over the part of his shoulder she could reach. He enfolded her in his strong arms and she raised her head to look at him. Shadows from his past darkened his eyes with pain she would never understand because people like he and Reece put their lives in danger to protect others. And it cost them.

She angled her lips up to capture his in a tender kiss, skimming her lips along the plump flesh before returning to the top of the bed where Reece reclined, watching her with Caden.

Reece reached a hand out for her and drew her deeper into his embrace.

“Lie back. Let him see your body.” Abigail continued her appraisal of Caden’s lean muscular body from Reece’s arms. Her gaze traveled a slow path past his belt and locked on his hardened cock pressed against the confines of his jeans.

Her heart hammered against her chest and she moaned from the need to have more of them. Those damn pesky butterflies picked that moment to send a flurry of nerves to brush over her body. Inexperienced woman or not, her body knew what it wanted.

She bit into the flesh of her lip to help calm herself.

She continued her exploration. Caden’s chest wasn’t as broad as Reece’s but just as defined. Perfectly sculpted as if just for her pleasure was more like it. Her mouth watered and she wet her lips, hungry for a taste. They were making her such a wanton woman, but right now she didn’t care.

Caden flicked on a secondary light and that was when she saw their tattoos. Matching from the looks of it and she made a mental note to ask about them later.

The mattress dipped with Caden’s weight as he joined them.

Reece nibbled along the seam of her shoulder and neck while Caden took up the space between her legs.

His broad shoulders parted her thighs, and for the first time she realized she was completely bare and exposed to her bosses.

She reclined on her elbows and moved to press her thighs closed.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Don’t try to hide, sweetheart. Let me see your sweet body. Please don’t deny me a taste when I’m so close to heaven.” Caden ran his nose along her inner thigh, pausing just before reaching her pussy, and locked his gaze with hers. Her heart lurched into her throat and her chest restricted with…with what? She didn’t know. Fear. Excitement. The need to come. All the above. The sight of him finally where she’d fantasized about having him for so long made her dizzy and drunk. And a little shy.

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