When Rivals Lose (Bayshore Rivals 2)

Oliver cradles my face in his hands, and continues his assault on my lips, kissing me like a man starved of food. He sips from my lips like I’m a sweet nectar, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing my own. The tiniest of whimpers slips past my mouth as the hold Banks has on me grows harder, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. Oliver swallows up my whimper but not before Banks can hear it. Again, he squeezes the flesh, kneading it in his hand, his fingers playing with the waistband of my shorts.

Oh, hell, I want his fingers in me, no, I need them in me. I need the ache forming between my thighs elevated before I combust.

Breaking the kiss, I suck in a precious breath of oxygen before I whisper, “I want to do with you what I did with Sullivan.” I speak to both of them, and, though, I can’t see Banks’ face at that moment, the deep growl that emits from his mouth and against my skin tells me he approves.

“You don’t have to. That’s not what this is about. Yes, we want you, but it’s deeper than that. It’s so much more than sex, Harlow.”

I can’t comprehend his words right now, not with Banks’ lips on my skin, and Oliver beside me, his lips swollen and his eyes wild with need. He’s saying one thing, but his body is reacting in another way, the large bulge pressing against my thigh giving him away. He wants this so badly, just like I do, and I need to prove it to him.

“I know it’s not about sex, but I want you, both of you. It feels like I’m burning up inside. I don’t understand the need, or why, all I know is that I have this connection with each of you, and I want to strengthen it. It pains me to be so close and not have the same things with you two that I do with Sullivan. I want that connection to grow.”

“Sex or no sex, we’re connected. That won’t ever change,” Banks whispers against my skin, his voice deep and smoky.

“Please,” I plead one last time, and as if the word alone holds power, Oliver’s resolve snaps. Pulling away, he shucks his shorts. Banks does the same, and then together, they help me out of my own clothing. Rolling me over onto my back, Oliver slowly peels my shirt off while his brother does the same with my shorts. It doesn’t take them long, and before I know it, I’m completely bare, not only in a physical sense but in an emotional one as well. It feels like I’m giving each of them a piece of my jagged heart.

Banks leans forward, pressing his lips to mine, his kiss is hotter, deeper, wilder than Oliver’s and he brands me with his lips, leaving me burning. I can feel Oliver moving against the sheets, and then I feel his fingers, gently skimming over my tummy, moving lower and lower. My legs part all on their own, and I tremble with anticipation.

“Your body is a temple, Harlow, and it deserves to be worshipped,” Oliver whispers, his tone gravely and zinging straight to the epi-center of my core. I want to respond, but I can’t. My lips are molded to Banks’ and the possessiveness of his kiss tells me he won’t let me go, no matter what.

“I’m going to taste you, lick, and suck, nibble, and devour every inch of your pink pussy.”

Oh god, yes, please, yes. My fingers fist the sheets, and my heart gallops in my chest when I feel the first lick of Oliver’s tongue.

Banks breaks the kiss, and a low mewl escapes my lips. “So fucking pretty, and perfect. You were made for us, your body, your heart, and your soul,” he hisses, his hands finding both my breasts. He kneads the flesh, rolling my puckered nipples between two fingers. With wide eyes, I stare up into his crystal blue orbs, becoming entranced by them. I arch into his touch while at the same time lifting my hips, needing more, so much more.

“Greedy. Such a greedy girl,” Oliver chuckles against my folds, and as if he has a direct line to my mind, he starts to devour me, nuzzling his nose against my clit, he tongues my entrance. In and out, in and out, his tongue swirling around in a circle.

“I can see how wet you are, how much you want us. Come all over my brother’s tongue so we can claim you…” Banks commands huskily, and I swear his voice alone has some type of spell on me. The heat in my belly spreads outward, and as Oliver licks me faster, alternating between licks and sucks, I find myself being pulled closer and closer to the cliff’s edge.