Page 13 of Doubly Tied

Hell.

She didn’t stand a chance. Her panties sure as fuck didn’t. Moisture pooled between her thighs.

Ani bit her lip, pausing just inches from where the surf crashed into the sand. Their conversation had been short. Nothing of any real import shared. And yet, she felt she knew them, trusted them too.

It was crazy, irrational, and possibly foolish of her, but she remembered her conversation with the wise Uber driver. The woman was right. Sometimes, she just had to go after what she wanted. Destiny wasn’t going to come down and lead her by her nose, for fuck’s sake.

“Ani?”

Brody’s voice sent chills racing up her spine. She turned and gave the man a smile, nodding as both men moved in unison to sandwich her between their big bodies. The hard evidence of their equally impressive arousals pressed against either side of her hips.

Oh my.

Ani appreciated beauty in all shapes and sizes. And these men were both beautiful in every sense of the word. Big and lean, they caged her in between them and for the first time as a woman, Ani felt small and dainty.

Not one inch of fat clung to their enormous frames. Thick ropes of well-defined muscles that seemed naturally obtained corded around both men. Each was deeply tanned, outdoorsmen for sure. They had dark, short hair, though Brody’s was a rich chestnut with thick waves, and Mayne’s was more pin straight and blue-black in color. Sexy either way.

Her body hummed, pussy clenched, and heart ran away with her as they dipped their heads on either side of her neck and breathed in. Long, deep breaths that made her wonder if they liked her bodywash or shampoo better. She was not into heavy perfumes. They made her sneeze.

“You smell like wild cactus flowers blooming on a hot night. Doesn’t she, Mayne?”

“Sweeter, still.”

Mayne was larger than Brody, wider too, and his growly voice sent little zips of pleasure spiking through Ani’s blood. He bent to kiss the place he’d just sniffed with warm, open lips.

So fucking hot, she thought, and almost melted into a puddle ofplease-fuck-me-now-gooat his big, booted feet. More moisture pooled between her thick thighs, and Ani moaned aloud. Leaning her head to the side to give him better access, she shivered when his lips brushed the sensitive skin there.

Ani had been waiting for this her entire life. It might not be mainstream, but it was something she’d always wanted. Hell. Even her sisters harbored fantasies of threesome loving, if their late night chats, and frequently shared preferred reading lists were anything to go by.

She had to stop caring about what other people thought and start paying attention to her own wants and needs. Ginger and Sage had always been honest with her about their own desires. The least she could do was be honest with herself.

The fact was, Ani wanted them.

Both of them.

Brody and Mayne.

Together.

At the same time.

She wanted to make love to both outrageously sexy males and she wanted to do it like right now.

“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” Mayne asked.

His almost black eyes seemed to get even darker as he looked at her.

How was that even possible?

She didn’t know, but it was hot.Hewas hot. But there was more than just the physical. Mayne was so open and warm beneath the sexy demeanor. She felt she could tell him anything.

“You know, I’ve always had this sort of fantasy,” she began.

“Tell us,” Brody said in a deep, raspy voice.

The other male was just as handsome as Mayne. Slightly leaner, and yet he had an air of authority that seemed to surround him like armor. She was not afraid of his ferocity. On the contrary, she craved it. Wondered what it would be like if he put all his intensity and focus on her. The thought made her mouth go dry while other parts of her seemed to swell and grow slick in preparation.

Brody nuzzled her nose with his, brushing his lips across hers once, twice, and again. Somehow, Mayne had moved behind her while Brody claimed the space in front, flattening her breasts against his hard chest.

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