Page 63 of Saved By Two

“Hmm, looked as though you were sneaking out,” he says, his hand going to my hip as if to hold me here. Not that it’s necessary as I’m currently frozen to the spot. I try to speak, but I’m suddenly feeling very tongue-tied.

“You look delectable wearing my shirt,” he says. “Absolutely ravishing.”

His warm breath skates across my face, fresh mint and all male, an intoxicating mixture, and then when Noah steps up beside him, his eyes sweeping over me before meeting mine, I feel like I might melt into a puddle on the floor.

“Hmm, I have to agree she looks edible wearing your shirt, Caleb.”

My cheeks must be way beyond crimson, my entire body igniting at their intense perusal.

“How did you sleep, little one?” Caleb asks, his thumb circling my hip over the material of the shirt, but it might as well be non-existent the way his touch affects me.

I don’t even have to think about my answer. “Good, thank you.”

Once I woke from that nightmare, they coaxed me back to the present and sent me into oblivion.

“I’m glad,” Noah says, his hand moving to my other hip. “So, the aim is to get you high on orgasms, is that it?”

I would be on fire now if I weren’t already blushing profusely.

“Hmm, something tells me she wouldn’t oppose the idea.” Caleb leans down, and I tilt my face towards him. These men are like gravity. His mouth hovers over mine, brushing my lips with a soft stroke before I quickly turn my face to the side. But it’s short-lived as he grips my chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to be firm as he directs my gaze back to his.

“What’s wrong, little one? Too much too soon?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

I try to shake my head but am unable to move, so instead, I cast my eyes down as I form a meek-sounding answer. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I say, self-conscious.

Noah chuckles as he steps into my side, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’ve fucked your pretty pussy with my tongue.” The way these men talk is hot as hell. “Do you really think not brushing your teeth would put either of us off?”

I’m not given the opportunity to reply as he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. I relent immediately, but all too soon, he’s pulling away, and then Caleb is the one kissing me, and all coherent thought escapes me.

He slows the kiss and whispers, “Don’t ever deny us again, little one, not over something like that.” And then, as if to prove his statement, he nips my lip, not enough to hurt but more as a warning before sucking it into his mouth and then letting go.

Noah’s stomach grumbles, and I can’t hide the giggle that works its way up my chest, breaking the tension.

“How about we let you get dressed, and we’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast,” Caleb says, kissing my forehead and stepping back.

I smile as Noah leans over to kiss my cheek before Caleb turns me toward the door and gives my arse a small slap, wet heat going straight to my core.

When I get to the door, I chance a quick look over my shoulder and wish I hadn’t as they both stand in a towel each. I can’t stop myself from looking them over one by one. Both of them are big guys. Caleb is all muscle, whereas Noah is lean. I know I saw them both last night, but something about seeing them now, in the light of day, is almost too much. How can they both be so uniquely beautiful?

“Keep looking at us like that, little one, and there’ll be no going slow, even though you’re body probably still needs to recover. I’ll bend you over that bed and fuck you raw until you’re begging me to stop, and maybe not even then.”

My eyes snap to his, and I swallow hard because right now, the thought of him doing just that has my entire stomach tightening with need, but I need space to think before giving myself over completely.

With that, I turn on my heels, and I swear I hear Noah’s laugh follow me all the way to my bedroom.

ChapterThirty-Four

CALEB

If her body were ready, there would have been no doubt in my mind she would have been complicit for me to do just that.

Noah looks at me, smirking, shaking his head with a soft laugh.

"Oh, fuck off, you were thinking it, too."

He doesn't deny it as he drops his towel and walks over to the chest of drawers, his arse begging me to take him.

"Fucking keep that up, and you'll be the one I fuck over the edge of the bed."

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