Page 72 of Wicked Fantasies

What if the truth of their arrangement came out? While it would make things uncomfortable for her and Colt, it could destroy Heath.

“I’m going to my room.” She stumbled back, hoping they would grant her escape, but Colt stopped her with a firm grip on her upper arm.

“No, darlin’. We warned you. You can deny the words, but you can’t deny the feelings. We won’t let you.” As Colt spoke, he pulled her toward him and she felt a bit like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

As his arms wrapped around her waist, Heath stepped in close behind her. They trapped her so quickly and efficiently she hadn’t had time to react.

“You’re our girl, Kylie,” Heath whispered against the nape of her neck as he rubbed his lips gently across the sensitive flesh there.

Again with the wordour. Always the distinction.

Couldn’t they understand the preposterousness of what they were suggesting?

She closed her eyes against the sensations they were evoking with their soft touches and warm kisses.

Hell, who was she fooling? She’d been praying for this moment since her freshman year of college. Now it was here and she was fighting against it. Maybe her two lovers really had pushed her into insanity.

While common sense told her she was crazy to accept the idea of living together in matrimony with two men, her heart and body agreed she would be a fool to refuse. She did belong with them. She was their girl and they were her men.

Throwing caution to the wind, she gave in to her heart’s desire.

Turning her head, she reached up, desperate to stake her own claim on Heath’s mouth. She wanted their kisses, their hands, hell, she wantedthemso badly she felt cross-eyed with the cravings wracking her body.

Rather than gloat at her unquestionable longing for them, as she feared they would, she felt the tension give way in the air surrounding them and she heard Colt sigh in undeniable relief.

“I love you,” Heath whispered against her lips and she felt the same emotion swamping her. Did she dare give them the same words back?

Colt never gave her a chance to reply. He turned her toward him and looked at her with his typical charming grin. “Little darlin’, I love you too. Take pity on us, Kylie. We’re stupid, ignorant men and I have a strong suspicion you’re the only one who can cure us of that affliction.”

She laughed as Heath’s voice drifted over her shoulder. “Speak for yourself on the stupid part, Colt. What do you say, Sunshine? Put us out of our misery?”

“I say I love both of you crazy fools. But I’m going to tell you right now, I refuse to miss one more dinner because of the insatiable sex drives of my roommates. I’m starving.”

Heath laughed. “Guess we had better hurry up and get some food into you. I know how irritable you get on an empty stomach. It’s not a pretty sight.”

“Sweet talking fool. Come on. I need more than that damn cold sandwich. I’ll throw a frozen lasagna in the oven, but if you’re really serious about us following through with this lifetime living arrangement, one of us is going to have to learn to cook.”

After dinner,Colt rose from the table and carried her back to his bedroom as Heath followed. She was amazed by the gentleness of their touch. It seemed with her profession of love, a change had taken place in both men.

Rather than the passionate, desperate lovemaking she’d grown accustomed to, calmness had descended over their shared bed. Heath and Colt caressed and kissed her as if they had the rest of their lives to explore every part of her, learn all of her secrets, and she relished each touch and stroke.

In turn, she took the time to learn their bodies, committing to memory what they liked, what made their hearts race and their breathing accelerate.

She realized Heath’s ears were definitely an erogenous zone and by simply teasing his earlobe with her teeth and tongue, she could drive him to the point of wildness.

Colt’s needs were much more basic and so true to form. He loved a rough touch and she felt as if she could quite literally drive him to his knees by nipping sharply at his nipples or pulling her fist tightly against his firm cock.

Both men loved to have their balls fondled and she delighted in teasing them with that knowledge. Unfortunately, her torments were usually met with equal torture from her lovers. They loved driving her to the edge of her climax, only to pull away.

Colt informed her she needed a lesson in patience and it was only Heath’s hands encasing her wrists that stopped her from cuffing the arrogant man on the ears.

“Please,” she gasped after Heath’s fingers left her wet cunt once again. She was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms and they’d denied her release five times. “Please, no more. I can’t take it.”

Colt kissed her gently as she felt his cock push into her pussy a mere inch. “You can take everything we give you and more, darlin’. That’s why we love you so much. You were made for us.”

With his words, he pushed in completely, holding still as he reached the hilt, so he could take the time to give her a deep, hard kiss. When he released her lips, she thrust her hips up.

“Make love to me, Colt. God, please just love me.”

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