Kelly swallowed deeply as she felt him surrounding her, his heat, the sensual hunger building inside him.
“Dawg…” There was no way to retreat.
She shivered as he reached out, his callused fingers running down her arm and filling her with conflicting emotions. Could she do it? Fantasizing about it was one thing, and Lord knew she had fantasized about it often. But actually taking that step was another matter.
“I want you,” he whispered.
“Stop,” she protested, shaking her head as denial began to rage within her. A panicked sense of discomfort began to build. It might be what Rowdy wanted, but this wasn’t Rowdy. It wasn’t his body heating her, his need surrounding her.
“It’s dark and shadowed. A lot of truths can be hid in the shadows.” Dawg’s voice was darker than the night. “As can lies.”
Her breath caught in her throat as his head lowered, his lips too close to her own.
“I could seduce you,” he whispered. “I can give you that, Kelly. I don’t have to wake up with you in the morning. I don’t have to face you knowing I used your body against you. Is that what you want?”
“Moron.” She pushed against his chest, her hands smacking into his hard-packed muscles as a shadowy chuckle whispered around her. “Get away from me. You’re about as amusing as the flu, Dawg.”
“Did I make my point?” His teeth flashed in a smile.
She sniffed disdainfully. “The point wasn’t needed. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I don’t understand his reasons. But I’m also still a woman, Dawg, not a plaything. He can get serious about this, or he can forget it.”
“Can he get anymore serious, Kelly? He let one of his cousins lick your ass. That’s pretty damned serious to me.”
Her face flamed as she narrowed her eyes.
“Was it you?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her with a hint of a smile. “One licked, the other watched in anticipation. I ain’t tellin’ who did what.”
A feeling of denial raged through her at the memory. This wasn’t fantasy, it was reality, and she wasn’t comfortable with it, no matter how much she wished she was.
“You know, Dawg, one of these days you boys are going to bite off more than you can chew in a woman. What are you going to do then?”
“Looks to me like Rowdy has already managed that one,” he chuckled as his gaze shot past her. “And here he is to see how much further he can sink into monogamous bliss.”
Kelly turned quickly, barely restraining a moan at the sight of Rowdy, naked, hard, his eyes gleaming with interest as he stood at the bottom of the steps. One thing she could say about him, na**d or dressed, confidence oozed from every pore of his body. Confidence and pure, driving lust.
He tilted his head as he watched her, his gaze moving to his cousin, then back to her slowly. There was a challenge there, a knowing glint in his eye that assured her that he was well aware that she was wet and aroused herself.
“There you go stealing my clothes again.” He shook his head in mock chastisement. “I was hoping you would learn better, baby.”
“I think she needs to be spanked,” Dawg murmured behind her, sending her pulse rocketing at the suggestion.
She arched her brow as she held Rowdy’s gaze. He was grinning back at her, a crooked, self-assured grin filled with carnal intent.
As she watched him, she was aware of Natches moving from the rear of the cabin, watching the scene curiously. The testosterone swept through the room, heavy with wicked hunger and sinful intent. Three predatory males, no matter how they tried to hide the primal instincts that ran just beneath the surface of their lazy humor.
They converged on her, tall, broad, aroused. Rowdy was the only one completely naked, but the other two were following suit quickly. Natches stripped off his shirt, while behind her she heard Dawg’s movements, the rustle of his clothes.
Nerves ripped through her, sending shudders of instinctive response to curl through her lower stomach before burning a path of erotic destruction along her erogenous zones. Her ni**les peaked. Her lips ached and her sex wept.
“Take the shirt off, baby,” Rowdy whispered as his hands gripped the hem, slowly drawing it upward.
Behind her, Dawg stepped closer. The shock of his bare hands running up her thighs had her tensing at the pleasure. She was so wet she could feel her juices dampening her thighs now, running freely from her weeping pu**y as they prepared her for the coming possessions.
“Look how pretty you are…” Rowdy whispered reverently as she lifted her arms, allowing him to strip his shirt from her body. “You ni**les are so hard, flushed. I love tasting them, Kelly. Feeling them in my mouth, the tight little points throbbing on my tongue.”
They were throbbing now at the thought of it.
The shirt was tossed aside, but it wasn’t Rowdy’s hands that cupped the firm globes, it was Dawg’s. They slid around her side until both hands were filled with her flesh, the index finger and thumb of each hand gripping a hard point, playing with them, rolling them deliciously.
Her head fell back against his chest as the fingers moved aside. Rowdy shifted, making room for Natches as both men lowered their heads to the upthrust peaks.
Kelly went to her tiptoes as sensation exploded through her. A ragged cry slipped past her lips as a flood of weakening lust ripped through her.
Kelly lost the ability to speak, to see, to do anything but feel as two sets of hard male lips covered the sensitive peaks. Fire engulfed her as damp, lava-hot tongues begin to whip over the tight flesh, and hard male mouths began to suckle erotically.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Dawg whispered at her ear as she began to writhe within the hold the three men had created. The feel of their mouths sucking at her sent arrows of near painful pleasure ripping to her womb, her clit. The aching throb was destroying her. “It’s okay, Kelly.” His hands moved from her br**sts, only to be replaced by Rowdy’s and Natches’s.
One arm clasped her to him as he slid his hand down her stomach, moving slowly for the tortured flesh of her pu**y.
“Rowdy…” His name was a whimpering plea as she felt Dawg’s palm cup the sensitized folds of her cunt, one finger tucking subtly against the syrup-laden entrance to her vagina.
Rowdy groaned as he continued to suckle her, his teeth raking her nipple, his tongue flickering over it as Natches caught the tip he held captured between his teeth and pinched at it.