Bred by the Bushmen

“You can tell us to stop at anytime,” Caleb said, taking her ear lobe between his lips, teasing her erogenous zone in just the right way. She exhaled with a little moan.

“We can stop. We can go slow. We can do whatever it is that you want and need,” Damon said.

“I want to feel everything.” Should she be saying this? It wasn’t a lie. She wanted to give herself over to these bushmen, give them free rein over her heart and body.

In the moment, she didn’t care what was real or not. The only thing she cared about was getting their hands on her. Men had always stayed away, so this was her chance to seize a fantasy—one she prayed lasted longer than one night.

Caleb teased her waist, his rough fingers slipping beneath the shirt, touching bare skin. “So soft. Let’s help her out of this.”

They lifted her shirt up and over her head. Beneath was another layer. With it getting colder, she’d had no choice but to put on layers so her body didn’t freeze. With the warmth of the fire, though, along with two large bodies on either side of her, she was in a furnace. Not that she minded. She’d never been a big fan of the cold, and loved to be warm.

The other shirt she wore was pulled up over her head and tossed to the ground with the other. The bra she wore was gross, but she had to keep her breasts secure otherwise they bounced, and drew way more attention than she liked.

Feeling a little bold, she lifted up Damon’s shirt and tugged it over his head. Seconds ago he’d been cold, whereas now, he was so warm. His hard muscles were pleasing to her eyes, all defined from old-fashioned hard work. Their sheer strength made her feel safe and protected.

Why run when they made you an offer you don’t want to refuse?

Even her own protests sounded stupid to her ears. She wanted both men, and they were offering themselves up to her. It was a dream come true.

With the flick of the catch, her bra followed her shirts on the floor.

She stood before them now with her breasts completely bare. A moment of vulnerability kept her frozen in place. They could touch, look, do anything. Were they impressed with what they saw or was she too big for them to handle?

Damon pulled back a little. His hands resting just above Caleb’s on her waist, and the heat in his eyes made the answer clear.

No one had looked at her like that.

He looked like he wanted to eat her.

Relief cascaded through her just knowing he accepted her body as it was. She’d never be thin, and for once in her life, she wanted to be loved for her own body, explosive curves and all.

Caleb’s hands moved higher, and she gasped as he cupped her tits, offering them up to his brother. “I think she’d like us to have a taste.”

Damon didn’t complain. Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, and pleasure shot straight through to her core. It was oddly titillating that two men could share her so naturally, no competition, no awkwardness.

It was instant, hot, and she couldn’t help but moan. He sucked hard on the tight bud, and while he teased one, Caleb pinched the other. There were hands and lips everywhere.

Leaning back against Caleb, she took his support. Damon placed his hand across the top of her breast, holding it in place as he licked and sucked at her tit.

She pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat begin to burn brighter than anything else she’d ever felt. Opal gasped for air, feeling like she was coming undone.

“I bet he’s hard as a rock for you right now. You’ve never been with a man before, baby, and you’re going to be in for a right treat. You see, not all men like to take their time. Damon and me, we’ll be taking our sweet time with you—get to know what makes you moan, what drives you to want to fuck.” Caleb kissed her neck, licking across her pulse as he continued to hold her tits up like an offering to his brother. “We’ll show you to heaven and back. Treat you like a queen, because to us, that is exactly what you are.”

Damon kissed across her chest, going to her other breast. His hands went to her sweatpants, and he began to jerk them with force down her hips. She didn’t mind.

Closing her eyes, she felt Caleb’s breath across the back of her neck.

You’re with two men.

She didn’t care. She wanted this more than anything else.

Damon moved down her body, his massive frame lowering in front of her as he slipped her pants off each foot. She tentatively smoothed her hands over his shoulders, along the corded muscle, then combed her fingers into his thick hair. He looked up at her with adoration in his eyes, and she swore she fell a little more in love.