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  “We started kissing. He had me on my bed and he rolled me beneath him. He got handsy and aggressive and I told him no. I tried pushing him away, but he was too strong.” I didn’t breathe as I said all that, but took a breath now. I didn’t dare look at them, so I stared at the dark green carpet. “He said I wanted it, that he’d make it good, that I’d been a tease.” I whipped my head up. “I didn’t tease him. I didn’t.”

  Ethan just nodded, so I continued.

  “He was working my shirt from my pants when my roommate came in. He jumped off me and I told him to get out. Julia had been really helpful, all but kicking his ass and then making enough noise in the hallway for the TA to come out.”

  I shook my head. “The rest doesn’t matter, just that I don’t like to be touched. I freeze up whenever I’m with someone.”

  “I want the guy’s name,” Matt growled.

  My mouth fell open. “Andy,” I said without thinking. “Why? It was a long time ago.”

  “Because I’m going to hunt him down and hurt him.”

  He was dead serious.

  “I’ll help,” Ethan added. I watched as his fists clenched.

  I laughed then, feeling lighter than I had in a while.

  “You can’t go chasing him down.”

  Matt’s hand squeezed mine, tugged me up so I stood right before him, between his parted knees. His gray eyes were level with mine. “We take care of what’s ours.”

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you. Trust us. I can see your nipples are hard right now and I bet your pussy’s wet just thinking about being between us. Your mind might say you’re nervous, but your body says otherwise.”

  It was true.

  “When we touch you, you won’t think because we’ll be doing it right. You’ll just be feeling. Only pleasure,” Matt said. His hand slid around my waist and I felt the heat of it through my shirt. “Trust me, you’re going to come so many times you’re going to forget your own name.”

  Oh my.

  “We’re not going to rush you into being with us if you’re upset,” Ethan added. “But, sweetheart, I can tell you right now, we’ll only touch you when you want it and in ways that bring you pleasure.”

  Matt grunted. “When you’re ready, we’ll show you what it can be like with men who don’t want to take something from you. We’ll give you what you need.”

  Oh. My body softened, my nipples hardened further at their words. I’d thought I’d want time, that these two would be too much and I’d panic. Well, I had. But they’d heard me out and not only still wanted me, but perhaps wanted me even more.

  I swallowed down the remaining nerves and pulled back to face them. “I don’t need more time, I just need your patience. It might take me a while to, um...”

  I couldn’t finish but they seemed to know what I meant.

  “Sweetheart, we’ll take this as slow as you like,” Ethan said. The heat in his eyes was enough to make me breathless with anticipation.

  Matt’s arm tightened around my waist. “We’ll be gentle. All you have to say is more. And please. And oh god.” He grinned then, which made me smile too. “Deal?”

  I nodded. “Deal.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  MATT

  I wanted to beat the shit out of Andy. Whoever he was. Wherever he was. I just had to hope he got some kind of nasty infection or something that made his dick shrivel and fall off. Then again, in a weird-ass way, perhaps I should be thanking him. No guy had touched Rachel because Andy had been such an asshole and so she was just for us. Knowing she was a virgin made my cock jump. Yeah, it was the caveman in me thinking that, wanting her all for myself…and Ethan.

  No one else would know what she looked like bare, see her eyes go blurry with her arousal or hear her gasps of pleasure. Fuck no. They were all for the two of us. And while I didn’t wish her the obvious hurt she felt at Andy’s assault—it was assault, pure and simple—she was going to be taken care of now.

  Her first time would be perfect. Not a quick college fumble. No, we’d make this good. We’d make it incredible. The responsibility was heady, but I was up for the challenge.

  She was so beautiful. No, not a swimsuit model, but better. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones, her full lips. She wore only a little makeup. She didn’t need more. She was perfect as-is. “One thing you’re going to learn now, baby, is that we’re protective.”

  “And possessive,” Ethan added.

  “And a little obsessive.” I stroked my finger down her soft cheek. “I admit, I’ve been obsessed with you since you walked up to me, all hot and sassy at the rodeo.”

  Her shoulders relaxed and she let out a little laugh. “Sassy? I am not sassy.”

  I winked at her, glad she was getting back to her usual self. I’d rather have her spitting fire than blinking back tears.

  “I couldn’t help but watch the soft sway of your hips beneath your jeans, the way your breasts were lush in your pale pink shirt as you approached me.”

  Her mouth fell open. “You remember what I wore?”

  I nodded, continued to stroke her skin, slid my fingertip down her neck. “I remember everything about you.”

  “Oh.”

  “One thing, baby.”

  Her green eyes lifted to meet mine. “I’m like a little boy with a toy sometimes. If Ethan gets to kiss you, then I want a kiss, too.”

  I had no idea how to approach a woman with blatant trauma in her past. We could go get some food, woo her over the next few weeks, even months, and hope she’d slowly come to trust us. But I didn’t think trust was an issue. I’d seen the heat in her gaze at the rodeo. My words had turned her on. And pissed her off.

  She just needed to be coaxed, led, literally hand-held until her mind caught up with her body and decided it wanted us.

  The corner of her mouth curled up. “You feel neglected?” she asked.

  I nodded. “It’s not fair he’s gotten to taste those pretty lips and I haven’t.”

  Ethan laughed behind me.

  “Yes, I see.” She put a hand on my chest and there was no doubt she could feel my heart beating frantically. “I definitely have to be fair with my kisses.”

  I lowered my head. Kissed her, just a soft brushing of my lips over hers, then lifted my head.

  “Okay?” I asked, studying her closely. The tenseness of her muscles, her breathing, the color in her cheeks. Everything.

  Her eyes fluttered open. Yeah, she wasn’t unaffected. “Oh yes,” she breathed.

  I nudged the corner of her jaw with my nose. “You’re in control.”

  “Will you just kiss me already?” she countered.

  I grinned then. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I kissed her again, this time with less caution and a whole lot more heat. I tucked my fingers into her hair, angled her head just the way I wanted. My tongue flicked over her lower lip and she gasped. I took that opportunity to plunge into her, to taste her fully for the first time.

  She whimpered and I felt the vibration of it in my palms.

  Ethan moved to stand behind her so she was between us, feeling both of us. His hands slid up and down her sides. When I closed my eyes, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew he was gentle. Cautious.

  She didn’t balk, didn’t become scared. No, just the opposite. She melted into me like an ice cream cone in the sun.

  It was so good just to kiss. Something simple—although not all that innocent—made me harder than I’d ever been in my life. Knowing she wanted us, that she knew of our need for her, made it even better. There was nothing between us now. Except for our damn clothes.

  “More?” I asked, lifting my head, finally. Ethan had slid the neckline of her shirt to the side to expose the line of her neck and part of her shoulder. He was licking and laving that tender skin.

  Her eyes were dark and stormy, her lips red and shiny. “More,” she breathed.

  I ste
pped back, yanked my shirt over my head, let it fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as she took in my bare chest and I saw female appreciation.

  “You can touch,” I murmured. Please touch.

  Her hand came out, her fingers brushing over me, running through the crisp hair. When her finger flicked over the flat disk of my nipple, I hissed out a breath.

  “Careful, sweetheart. He might blow.”

  Rachel frowned.

  I reached down, cupped my hard cock through my jeans. Gave her a wicked smile. “I’d be a tad embarrassed if I came in my pants.”

  Her eyes watched my hand press hard, hoping to stave off my need to fill her.

  “I want to see,” she said, her voice shy.

  My eyes widened, but I didn’t delay, standing to toe off my boots. If she wanted to see my dick, she’d see it. I wasn’t modest. My hands flew to the button before sliding down the zipper, then working my pants off. I stripped my boxers at the same time so I stood before her completely bare. My dick stood straight out, bobbing toward her. I had to grip the base, give it a hard squeeze so I didn’t come just by seeing the way her mouth opened, her eyes flared.

  “Is…I mean, um. Wow.” She pointed.

  Ethan moved to the bed, sat on the edge.

  “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”

  “He’ll fit. So will I,” Ethan replied. “You’ll be nice and wet. I bet you are now, aren’t you?”

  She bit her lip, glanced at Ethan, nodded.

  “Do you touch yourself, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “Yes.” A pretty blush crept up her neck.

  “Show us,” I said, my voice all but a growl. The idea of her laying in her bed, thighs parted as she played with her pussy had pre-cum seeping from my slit.

  If she said no, we would have stopped, but she had no idea what to do. It was our job to guide her. So while the two words were bossy and commanding, there wasn’t any other way to get her to touch herself, except perhaps by tacking the word “please” onto the end.

  She didn’t delay this time, didn’t even glance at either of us with those wary eyes. Her fingers undid the top button on her jeans and slid down the zipper, giving her hand room to reach down inside. I could make out the lavender lace of her panties, but nothing else. Even so, having her hand down her pants was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  She stood before us, her eyes flaring wide, most likely discovering how wet she really was. A little whimper escaped when she bumped her clit.

  “Make yourself come.”

  Her eyes fell closed as her hand began to move in small circles.

  I glanced at Ethan who’d opened his pants and was slowly stroking his cock. My balls ached at the sight of our girl. I wasn’t going to last. No fucking way.

  “Stop,” I groaned.

  Rachel’s hand stilled and she looked at me, her eyes blurry, a little frown marring her brow.

  “I can’t take anymore. You’re too damn gorgeous. Show me your fingers.”

  She slipped them from beneath her panties, held them up.

  Ethan groaned as we saw how shiny they were. I gently grabbed her hand, lifted those fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. Her eyes flared wide and her mouth opened as her taste coated my tongue.

  Yeah, I wasn’t going to last. With Rachel? I wasn’t sure if I could survive bedding her. Knowing we were her first, that we were going to take her bare, to fill her with our seed and make a baby? She was just too damn much.

  ***

  RACHEL

  Oh. My. God.

  Ethan was sitting on the bed stroking himself, his really, really big self and Matt had the look of a man about to blow. Just as he’d said, I was somehow pushing him to the brink of his sanity, of his need. But he hadn’t tossed me on the bed, climbed on top of me. No, he’d only kissed me. And what a kiss it had been!

  But he’d licked my arousal from my fingers. The flick of his tongue, the sucking, went right to my clit. My aching clit since they had me touch myself. I’d been close, too. Just standing before them, knowing they were watching was so hot. Seeing them now, like this, was hot.

  Everything about them was hot. Matt said he couldn’t take anymore. Well, that made two of us. Yeah, I was a virgin and I was worried about how their huge dicks were going to fit inside me, but I wanted it. I wanted both of them.

  I wasn’t afraid. They were being so damn cautious I was starting to get frustrated. They were being too cautious now. I appreciated that about them, their concern for me, that they wanted to make this perfect, but perfect meant we were naked and they were doing what they wanted with me. And yes, to me.

  I wanted these two men to tell me what to do. Knowing they were skilled at this, would guide me to pleasure I’d never even imagined, had my fingers going to the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head. My ponytail got caught and I worked it free, let the shirt fall to the floor.

  Ethan swore under his breath as they both stared at my lavender covered breasts. Thankfully, I’d put on a pretty bra and panty set this morning. I watched as Matt’s fingers curled into fists at his sides and Ethan’s hand moved a tad faster up and down his dick.

  “Touch me,” I said to them. They weren’t going to do it unless I told them to. They wanted my consent. Needed it. “Please.”

  Matt held up a hand. “Baby, you were assaulted and now you’ve got two men who want you underneath them. I don’t want you to panic.”

  They were too nice for their own good. Yeah, I’d been assaulted and it had affected me for years. It seemed strange, even to me, that I wasn’t worried I’d have a flashback or concerned their touches would make me upset. Not in the least. Perhaps it was just that every guy who’d tried to get close to me before just wasn’t Ethan and Matt. Perhaps I’d been waiting for them.

  “Underneath? I might be a virgin, but I’m pretty sure there are some ways to do this without me being beneath you.”

  Ethan’s eyes flared with heat.

  I bit my lip. “Maybe we can start with those. Maybe…maybe we can start with you two, naked.”

  Yeah, I was being bold. I never knew I had it in me. But they were giving me a safe place to be the real me.

  Matt was already naked, so he just grinned. But Ethan? Hell, I hadn’t seen clothes fly off so fast before in my life. He struggled with his boots, and one thunked against the dresser when he tossed it with haste.

  And when they were naked before me…wow.

  I ogled. What woman wouldn’t when she had two gorgeous men, blatantly eager for her?

  Matt was lean and tall, tightly corded muscles. His chest hair was dark and it tapered to his navel and into a thin line that went to the base of his cock. Wow, a really impressive cock. It was longer than Ethan’s but that wasn’t saying much because Ethan was huge. If I was worried he wouldn’t fit, I couldn’t imagine all of Matt fitting inside. Could it?

  I’d worry about that later. For now, I’d touch. They’d said I could. I stepped up to them, put a hand on each of their chests, felt the hot skin, the way their breaths caught.

  “We’re different men, sweetheart,” Ethan said, his voice a rough rasp as I ran my palms over their nipples. “But I promise we’ll both make you come. Hard.”

  I licked my lips, glanced down, let my fingers slide lower and lower still. When I was hovering just above their cocks, I glanced up at them through my lashes.

  “Now, baby.”

  Matt’s growl was all I needed to grip each of them. Hot steel. They were so hard, yet the skin was so soft. Almost like velvet.

  Both men groaned and I felt a spurt of wetness coat my palms. I looked up at both of them once again. They were grinning. “I told you I can’t take anymore. We’re going to come in your hands instead of your sweet pussy if you keep it up.”

  Matt’s words had me letting go and they groaned once more.

  “It’s time to see you,” Ethan said. “Can we get you out of the rest of your clothes?”

  I nodded and four ha
nds went to work, deftly unhooking my bra, tugging my shoes off, then working my jeans over my hips. And when Ethan worked my panties down…with his teeth, I was done. Stick a fork in me, I was done.

  No. I giggled. Stick a cock in me.

  The two looked at me like I was slightly crazy.

  “You okay?” Ethan asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah, this is just a little surreal.”

  Both men stepped close, Matt settling behind me, his cock pressing against my lower back, Ethan in front of me. He tipped my chin up. “We’ve barely touched you.”

  They remedied that quickly enough. Matt’s lips lowered to my neck, licked and kissed down it and across my shoulder. Ethan’s hands cupped my breasts as he kissed me.

  I was lost. Too many hands, too many mouths. Within seconds I was lost in a swirl of pleasure. I was so much smaller than they were that Ethan dropped to his knees and my breasts were at the perfect height for his mouth.

  He grinned up at me. “I love that they’re pink. Let’s see if I can get those tips nice and cherry red from my mouth.”

  My hands went to his head, instantly tangling in his hair when he sucked a nipple. Oh. My. God. They hardened, one against his tongue, the other between his fingers as he played, pulled, even pinched. As he did that, Matt’s hands were roaming, up and down my back, then lower and between my legs.

  When his finger slid over my slit, my hips bucked.

  “Dripping,” me murmured in my ear. “I still taste you.”

  Ethan pulled off my nipple with a pop. “I haven’t tasted her yet,” he grumbled. His hands slid down past my hips to my thighs, slid inward and pressed so I had to step wider. “My turn.”

  He didn’t hesitate, didn’t go gently. It seemed they were done with being gentle and I was fine with that. I didn’t feel threatened. Completely the opposite. I had no idea a tongue could be so incredible. Against my nipples and now, shit, on my clit. Ethan was skilled, working me with his mouth as Matt slipped a finger inside of me from behind, curled it.

  “So tight.”