Dangerous Boys and Their Toy

As he began to draw his fingers away, Thorn grabbed his wrist and tugged. In the next moment, he parted red lips and took Cam’s drenched fingers in his mouth. Cameron closed his eyes, his body shuddering. Was he enjoying the fact Thorn was sucking his fingers? She would have sworn he was straight as an arrow, but…was he?

And Thorn groaned in her ear. She heard loud sucking sounds. And inside her, he grew even harder, his thrusts inside her even more aggressive.

Had he enjoyed her flavor…or the fact it came from Cameron’s skin? What exactly was going on here?

Whatever it was, Brenna couldn’t deny that watching them was exciting the hell out of her.

She moaned and grabbed handfuls of Cameron’s hair. With it, she pulled his mouth to hers again, and he kissed her with a frenzy that hadn’t been there before.

“Glove up,” Thorn demanded of Cam, his voice scratchy. “Fucking hurry or this is going to end before you’ve started.”

With a last sweet press of lips, Cameron backed away and shucked his jeans, watching as they hit the floor. Oh, holy hell! He was built, and then some. Thorn was no slouch, but Cameron was somewhere between amazing and porn star. Thick, with a bulbous, blue-tinged head and heavy veins running its length. Brenna stared, wondering if she could take all that.

“Shit, man,” Thorn choked. “No wonder all the women at the station love you.”

Cameron rolled his eyes then knelt to Brenna. “Have you ever taken a man anally?”

She shook her head.

Something resigned crossed Cam’s face then he looked at Thorn. “It should be you then. Have you ever…”

“Had anal sex? Hell, yeah.”

“With an anal virgin?”

“Um…no. You?”

He swallowed. “Once.”

Brenna got the feeling it wasn’t a good experience. And she understood why. Cameron’s size was intimidating. She’d heard anal sex the first time could be painful. It didn’t take Einstein to figure out that maybe it hadn’t gone well.

“I still think it should be you,” Cameron added. “I’ll walk you through it.” He directed the comment to both of them, and somehow knowing that cool, calm Cam was running the show made her feel better.

She loved Thorn’s aggressive side, but not this first time.

“Yeah,” Thorn agreed, withdrawing from her body with obvious reluctance. “Good call.”

Nodding, Cam extended his hand to Brenna and helped her to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. Dark and reassuring but aflame with desire, he singed her with a glance. Her belly clenched.

He squeezed her hand. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Why she should trust him so freely with her body, she didn’t know. An instinct? He wouldn’t hurt her. He wasn’t just a detective, he was on the side of right and justice. She felt that about him. And Thorn…he was all badass on the outside, but she was beginning to suspect the inside consisted of a marshmallow core. He’d had a thousand opportunities to hurt her, take utter advantage of her. But he hadn’t. He’d waited, trying to bring her along. Of course, all that, at least in part, was because they wanted information. But she sensed that underneath the badge and the bluster, they were honestly good guys.

Thorn rose to stand beside them. Cam caressed her cheek then lay on the bed. As he repositioned himself on his back, his dark, muscled thighs spread, the bed squeaked and the mattress rattled. The stalk of his erection lay thick and flat against his belly. Thorn tossed him a condom in a shiny foil wrapper. Cam caught it one handed. With quick efficiency, he put it on.

This was happening. Really happening. She swallowed.

Cameron held out his hand to her. “Come here and be with us.”

She could back out now. And then what? a voice in her head asked. She had nothing to lose and a lot of pleasure to gain. At the very least, she could check this fantasy off her list.

Thorn crowded behind her, caressing her hip as he urged her toward the bed. Flattening her palm against her fluttering belly, she climbed over Cameron, who took her hips in his hands and guided her down until her chest rested against his, their mouths a breath apart. His thick erection burrowed into the canal of her pussy, between her lips. He was right there, but not inside her. The sensation of him pulsing against her, brushing over her clit, left her aching to be filled.

Beside her, Brenna heard Thorn rustling in the nightstand drawers, but she didn’t spare him a glance, not when Cameron’s gaze drizzled warmth and desire all over her.

A moment later, she felt something cool and liquid against her back entrance. She jumped.

“Hey,” Thorn soothed. “Nothing bad. Just lube to ease the way.”

Oh, lube. Okay…

Then Thorn’s fingers were there, where no man’s had ever been, spreading the liquid around, pressing it deep inside her. The sensation was…new but not unwelcome. Pressure, an unexpected tingle, then a sudden dark wash of pleasure that had her gasping.

“That feel okay?” Thorn asked as he slowly pumped a finger into her ass.

Okay? Try shockingly good. “Yeah.”

He added another finger. The sensations doubled and a bite of pain tangled with everything that enthralled her. She sighed.

“Your face…” Cameron whispered. “You look gorgeous with your cheeks flushed. The way you keep biting that pretty bottom lip of yours is driving me insane.”

He clasped her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Rather than the gentle patience she’d always associated with Cam, this kiss had an edge. He was losing his cool. Frenzy and impatience spiced the flow of his lips over hers. She tasted it when he licked at the seam of her lips and urged her to open for him.

The two of them were undoing her. Completely. Pleasure bombarded her from all directions, familiar but totally new. She’d been on edge for nearly an hour, and something inside her felt ready to detonate. Frustration and yearning collided, then mingled with the inexplicable need to mingle with Thorn and Cam.

It all ramped up again when the gorgeous bounty hunter reached around with his free hand and made lazy circles around her nipples. Cam nudged his cock against her clit in the same moment. She gasped.

“Still good?” he murmured, his voice husky and low in her ear.

Everything was hitting her at once, the individual sensations combining to make her one trembling mass.

She ripped her mouth away from Cam’s kiss and cried out, “Thorn!”

“Here, baby. Right here.”

Then there was movement behind her. Cam nodded.

Brenna knew what that meant. And she both wanted and feared it.

“Don’t tense,” Cam advised. “We’re going to do this all together.”

The words were nothing less than a promise. She took a deep breath.

Cam nodded slightly. Behind her, Thorn grabbed her hip with one hand. Then she felt the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her back entrance.

“Slow,” Cam advised the other man. “Real slow.”

Thorn’s hand on her hip tightened but she knew he’d heard.

“Brenna,” Cam whispered, snagging her attention away from Thorn long enough to hear, “Push out and down on him.”

Arousal and an edge of fear tripped through her at his words, but Cameron would be straight up with her. He’d never want to see her in pain. She did as she was told.

Slick friction preceded Thorn’s thick erection sliding a little deeper. He pushed gently, testing, but something inside her was resisting his invasion.

“Push down more.” Thorn’s voice sounded like sandpaper over gravel.