Page 128 of Tangled up in You

“None of that brain weasel garbage right now,” he finally said when he gave her a chance to breathe. “I saw the RSD trying to jump in. Believe me, I’m no stranger to that. You’re beautiful, and brilliant, and yes we’re absolutely interested in you.”

Mark sat up, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and nibbled the nape of her neck. “Butonlyif you’re interested,”Mark said. “Please, say no if you don’t want to. We don’t want you to think that just because we’re?—”

She turned, grabbed his head, and kissed him while Christopher laughed. “Yeah, sometimes that’s the easiest way to shut him up.”

Mark cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers in her hair as he took control of the kiss. It was different than with Chris but equally good. Both men sported scruff on their cheeks from not shaving over the past couple of days. She’d never been with a guy with facial hair before, but she was happy to jump that hurdle with these two.

She draped her arms around Mark while Chris nuzzled the nape of her neck and found a sensitive spot behind her right ear that practically melted her in a way she’d never felt before.

Okay, I’ve been missing out and I didn’t even know it.She loved the way their scruff felt against her cheeks as they kissed her, the warmth of their bodies pressing against hers helping banish her worries for this magical moment.

They ended up stretched out over the sleeping bags with her between them, the men taking turns kissing her, their erections firmly pressing against her through their pants. Their hands roamed her body and she knew maybe it was because of the situation, her fear—and her dry spell—but she desperately wanted relief.

She took the initiative to pull up her top and unfasten her trousers while Mark took a turn kissing her.

Chris smiled down at her. “You look like a lady who needs a little help.”

“I need a lot of help,” she said when Mark let her speak again.

Chris had ended up on her right side. He propped himself on his left elbow while she grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of her pants.

He nuzzled her nose with his. “Give me some pointers,” he said.

“I won’t fake it, so if I start speaking in tongues you’re doing something right.”

Mark dipped his head to her left breast, grazing her nipple with his teeth while his other hand cupped her right breast and his fingers gently plucked at that nipple.

She wasn’t sure what to do with her own hands. She ended up cupping their erections through their pants, loving it when both men moaned in unison and started grinding against her.

Okay, then.

And they were both generously endowed.

Helllooooo!

This wasn’t exactly the most romantic of circumstances but considering this was a situation she’d never experienced before she was well past getting caught in a feedback loop of overthinking it. Her brain had accepted the “throw the plan out the window” order she’d crammed into it from the moment she landed in Spokane, and her now her body was completely on board.

Besides, if she was going to die—and despite the men’s assurances that their chances of survival were…not horrible, but they weren’t great, either—likehellwould she waste this opportunity. Despite their rocky start, these two men earned their way into her heart. She’d been able to unmask and be herself around them from the start of their trip, and that meant worlds to her.

It was obvious Mark was a caring partner to Christopher. She and Chris had a nearly uncanny rapport that she suspected was partly due to the off-the-charts pattern recognition abilities their neurospiciness endowed them with, and despite his act Mark had taken pains to be accommodating with her.

She felt like she’d known these men for years and not just days.

I can’t imagine a better way to end my life, if this is where it ends.

Christopher’s fingers slipped between her legs and when his fingers found her clit, she sighed with relief that he knew where and what it was. She pulled his mouth back down onto hers and held his head, kissing him while he grew used to the territory and began to slowly build her up.

The men continued to grind against her thighs as Mark’s hot mouth helped drive her passion higher. Chris gained confidence as he started matching her noises and bucking her hips to his movements and adjusted course accordingly.

When he slipped lower, sliding first one and then two fingers inside her, his hand still rubbing against her clit, she came undone.

“That’s it,” Mark said. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She highly doubted that, considering she hadn’t had a full bath in several days, but she was beyond feeling self-conscious about that as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

When she finished, she grabbed Christopher’s arm, stilling his hand. “Okay,” she gasped. “That was great!”

That wasn’t a lie, either—it had been great, even without taking their current circumstances into account.

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