Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(64)

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She fell to her knees as he yanked at the condom and tossed it across the room. No sooner was it off than he grabbed clumsily at her jaw, squeezing it in his hand and then plunging deep into her mouth with his dick.

For several long seconds, he thrust fiercely and then he pulled out. The first rope of come landed across her cheek. She closed her eyes as more coated her br**sts and then her lips.

The tip brushed over her mouth, pushing incessantly until she opened and he slid back in. He thrust forward, rocking up on his heels, burying himself and then stilling as the last of his release quivered over her tongue.

She knelt there, sucking in air through flared nostrils. Come coated her front and back. She felt exotic, beautiful and desirable. She felt powerful in a way she’d never experienced. Not even with Paulo in the early days. Utterly feminine. Wanted.

As Braden eased from her mouth, she turned her gaze upward. Ian moved into view, his heavy c**k dangling. She reached out to touch him and then Braden, cupping them both in her palms. Ian moved forward, giving her easier access, and she had both men in front of her.

Gently she stroked, loving the softness over the turgid steel of their shafts. Her fingers traveled up to fondle their balls. She loved the supple give, the silky, pliable pouch that responded to her every touch.

“We want to taste you now,” Braden said in a husky voice. “Every inch.”

She took her hands from their cocks and slowly cupped her palms over the wetness that streaked her body.

Their eyes followed her every movement. Their dicks came to life at the erotic sight of her rubbing their thick cream into her skin.

She cupped her br**sts and circled her ni**les then coated the tips until they shone.

Ian groaned and lifted her up.

“Shower?” she asked innocently. “As much as I want you to lick every part of me, I doubt you’re interested in tasting your come.”

Braden laughed. “You got that right, sister. It’s fun to play with, but I draw the line at consumption.”

“Who gets to bathe me? I feel rather weak. I’m not sure I can stand in the shower.”

“Manipulative heifer,” Ian muttered, but he grinned the entire time. “Come on, we’ll all rinse off, and then I plan to give you a bath of a completely different kind.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Katie got out of the shower shivering, but not for long. She was enveloped by two male bodies, warm and comforting. They sandwiched her between them as they dried her hair and rubbed the dampness from her skin.

“I’ll go build up the fire,” Braden said as he slipped out of the bathroom.

Ian tucked his hands over her bare shoulders and pulled her into a leisurely kiss. It lacked the urgency of their earlier lovemaking. It was unhurried, sensual, sweet where before there had been so much roughness.

Gentle fingers tucked damp strands of her hair behind her ears then stroked over her cheekbone. This man was a study in contrast. That he could be so bone-meltingly gentle after being so hard, so relentless—it was enough to make her go weak in the knees. She didn’t know how to handle this softer side of him.

“I know you hurt,” he murmured as his hand brushed ever so lightly across her stitches. “We’re going to go in the living room, you’re going to take something for it, and Braden and I are going to give you so much pleasure that you’ll forget all about the pain.”

“Oh…” she said on a soft intake of breath. There was nothing else to say.

“Come here.” He bent down and tucked an arm underneath her knees then hoisted her up against his chest.

He walked into the living room where Braden was still tending the fire. He’d added logs until it burned briskly, the flames leaping upward.

Ian laid her on the couch, and Braden came over to stand next to her head. Neither made an effort to disguise their arousal, nor did they seem abashed to be standing in the nude. They could have been completely clothed for all the attention they gave it. No, their attention was focused solely on her.

“I’ll be back,” Ian said.

First he returned with a glass of water and some of the pain medication Marcus had left for her. After he made sure she’d downed it, he turned and left the room again.

She watched in confusion as he left only to come back a moment later with several blankets and pillows. He positioned them on the floor in front of the fire, making a comfortable pallet. Then Braden bent and lifted her from the couch.

He carried her over and settled her among the blankets. The warmth from the fire skittered over her skin and seeped into her bones. It felt wonderful.

She settled against a pillow with a sigh of contentment. When she looked up, two naked, hugely aroused men stood over her.

Ian moved first, kneeling at her feet. Braden positioned himself beside her and cupped a hand to her breast.

Without a word, Ian carefully spread her legs, bending her knees just slightly so that she was comfortable. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to her ankle just as Braden’s mouth closed around one nipple.

She moaned soft and low as warm pleasure shot through her body. Ian took his time, kissing a line up her leg, paying careful attention to all her sensitive spots. The inside of her knee, the back of her knee. Then he spread her thighs and lapped softly at the inside of her leg, just inches from her pu**y.

She arched involuntarily as he licked and nibbled, keeping just far enough from her clit to drive her crazy. He pressed his tongue to her skin, starting at her knee and sliding it upward, leaving a damp trail all the way to the soft folds of her mound.