Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

Their fingers raked over her. Kit latched onto her nipple. He rubbed the texture of his tongue over the point, licking and lapping as he suckled her tightly drawn point.

“Oh my God, yes,” she sang, closing her eyes and indulging.

Kemper’s fingers dug into her skin. He moved her hips as he entered her. They could call this making love, and they were, in fact, loving one another, but as much as they tried to ignore the logistics of the moves, each man pounded inside her. Each man claimed her, hammering inside each hole as they rocked her to and fro.

Her body was tossed forward, propelled back. Her breasts were sensitive, the nipples sore from the adoration Kit gave them, his tongue working from one point to the next. And regardless of how much he tried to use some restraint, he was greedy as he feasted from her body.

This was why she loved sex. It was empowering to know she could be with one man, or maybe two, and drive them crazy.

Kemper lifted her body into the air, and he held her a few inches from Kit. Then, he eased her torso lower, positioning her over him again, thrusting inside her as he took her ass and made her want that orgasm, work for the climax she’d barely been able to hold away.

“That’s it, baby,” Kit crooned, drawing her forward, his lips covering hers, his mouth inspiring her, tantalizing and teasing.

Kemper groped her then. His hands flew up and down her sides as he throttled her with his hard dick, pushing the weight of his cock inside her channel until she was wiggling away, squirming forward, and raking her nails over Kit’s hard chest and abs.

“Ride me. That’s it. Get all you want. Right here. Right now. Take me. I’m yours, Holly. I’ll always be yours.”

She swallowed tightly then. Was he making a promise she’d expect him to keep?

Her hair swayed behind her as Kemper’s cock tightened inside her walls. She could feel the pulsing, the energy building, the chemistry becoming too hard to deny. She needed to come! She had to get off!

Kit yanked her forward. He pelted her with his cum then, the hot shot of his release spiraling inside her, drenching her as he spilled his seed inside her cunt. “Oh God!” she screamed aloud then, aware of the unprotected sex she’d never had, never wanted, never needed…until now.

Kemper nipped at her ear, and another gush of heat washed over her—his, her own, and theirs. “More, oh God, give me more. Don’t stop now! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed as they pulled out, falling against Kit’s chest.

“Shh,” he said, holding her tightly against him. “It’s fine now, baby. We’re not going anywhere. You’ll get the help you need.”

“And the loving,” Kemper promised her, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

She lay sandwiched between them, their arms looped around her. She’d just about dozed off to sleep, a first for her even after living with them for as long as she had. Jerking before she drifted off, she asked the burning question, “But what will you get out of this? If you have to give up what you want in order to have me, won’t you be unhappy?”

Kit’s lips skimmed across hers. “As long as I know I can trust you, I’ll survive without the other.”

“You won’t sneak out to sex clubs in the middle of the night?” she asked, raising her gaze to meet his.

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“Have I ever done that in the past?”

“Not that I know of,” she replied. “But you might. If you need the kink and I can’t give you what you need…”

“Hey, you,” Kemper said, nuzzling her hair. “You are a confident woman. It’s one of the things we love about you. So you have a hang-up or two. We all do.”

“It’s serious though.”

“It may be,” Kemper said. “But we’re not going anywhere.”

Kit’s eyes became hooded and he ground against her. “A man would have to be crazy to leave your bed.”

“A woman would have to be an addict to look for sex outside of this house.”

“And that’s what scares you, isn’t it?” Kit asked, frowning.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to have values and honor the commitments I make. But what if I can’t?”

“What if you can?” Kemper pointed out. “Have you ever thought of that? What if you beat the odds of addiction, we go with you to the group sessions, you make an effort to change, and you’re happy with the life we lead together? Then what?”

She took a deep breath and finally said, “I guess we just need to wait and see what happens, don’t we?”