“Hurry… get… in… our… girl,” Porter said between deep kisses. He widened his legs to make room for Liam.
As if he’d been waiting for the go ahead, Liam stepped close. His thumb moved away and was quickly replaced with the broad head of his cock. He must have slicked up because he slipped off and up toward my back.
Porter stilled me with a hand on my hip and Liam tried again.
“Relax, baby. Let me in, that’s it. Good girl. Deep breath. Let it out. Yes! Shit, fuck, holy shit you’re so tight.”
I whimpered as the flared crown slipped past that tight ring of resistance.
“That’s it, taking your men,” Porter crooned. “So beautiful.”
He kissed me, slowly, almost sweetly as Liam plundered my ass. Not hard, but insistent. Deep, then deeper still. My back arched and I couldn’t believe how full I was. Two dicks. Both of them. In me.
Once Liam bottomed out, he stilled.
“I love you, baby. This is home. You between us…”
He didn’t say more, couldn’t. I couldn’t see him well over my shoulder, but I rested my head on Porter’s chest, felt his heartbeat.
“Time to come, sweetness,” Porter said, and began to move. Back, when Liam drove deep. They alternated. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but feel.
Here, in this hotel room, cocooned not only by the snowstorm outside, but between the men I loved, I had everything.
And when I came, I cried out both their names. They soon followed. After cleaning up, I lay between them, safe. Protected. And definitely cherished.
Note From Vanessa
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Read a sneak peek from Skirt Steak, book five in the Grade-A Beefcakes series.
It’s Julia Duke’s turn to find love… times two.
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Remember: With a Vanessa Vale book, one cowboy is never enough. In this smokin’ hot series, each heroine gets an extra helping (or two) of Grade-A Beefcake.
Skirt Steak
It wasn’t even two minutes later when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the microwave and realized it must be the strippers. They were early, but it didn’t matter. Better than being late. When I opened the door, I froze. Gulped, hoped I didn’t have drool on my chin. Holy hell, they were even hotter than the ones from the revue at Cassidy’s.
Two, big, brawny guys stood before me. For age, I guessed early thirties. One was probably six foot, the other a few inches over. One dark, the other fair. The dark haired one—the guy on the right—had a close-cropped beard. Brown eyes. The blond’s were fair. Their gazes roved over me from the top of my—most likely—wild red hair to my socked feet. They took their time in doing it, and I felt as if they didn’t miss a single inch. Suddenly, I was hot all over and my nipples went hard.
If they were going to stare, then so was I. I catalogued the taut white t-shirt and leather jacket on Mr. Brown Eyes, the snug, long sleeved Henley on Blondie, the perfect fit of their well-worn jeans in all the right places. Oh, they definitely had what a stripper needed inside those pants. Rugged, virile, intense, dark. Even brooding. These two weren’t cowboys. No snap shirts or Stetsons in sight.
“Hi, guys, you’re here early,” I said after clearing my throat. Suddenly, my mouth was very dry. Other parts of me… not so much, and I rubbed my thighs together.
“I’m Cash,” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome said, tipping his head. “And this is Bennett.” God, his voice was deep and… hot.
Ava was going to reconsider marrying my brother and Jed after getting a look at these two. A flare of jealousy made me pause and realize I was an idiot. They were strippers here for work. I wasn’t the first woman who’d ogled them, and I wouldn’t be the last.
“I’m Julia. I’m the one who arranged for you to come. I hope you like performing for bachelorette parties. All the ladies are due in about an hour for your little show, so you can hang out with me until then.”