Songbird(19)

She swallowed nervously and chanced another look at Greer. What she saw incited a flutter deep in her belly.

He reached out and put his fingertips under her chin.

“Sweet Emmy,” he murmured. “I think you know what’s about to happen.”

Her pulse ramped up, and she could actually feel the blood pounding at her temples and at her neck. Her breaths came out all jittery now, and she felt curiously lightheaded.

“Are you afraid?” Greer asked gently.

Taggert’s fingers brushed over her ni**les, coaxing them into painfully hard points. It was hard to focus when her entire world was blurred.

“No,” she said hoarsely. “I’m not afraid. Never of you and Tagg.”

Taggert kissed the curve of her neck as his hands covered her br**sts, gently squeezing.

“Do you want us, Emmy?” Taggert whispered close to her ear. “If this isn’t what you want, if you aren’t ready, then tell us now. We’ll back off even though it’s the last thing we want.”

Were they going to take her together? She’d entertained some vivid fantasies involving the Donovan brothers in the past, but she’d never been sure of them. In her dreams all three had loved her, kissed her, made sweet love to her, separately, at the same time. Now that it was a startling reality, she was a little bewildered by how fast and normal it all seemed.

Then she saw the same uncertainty in their eyes. The slight awkwardness. Hesitation. But so determined. Her heart softened and the ache grew stronger. This was as new to them as it was to her, but they were determined to show her their love.

She curled one arm up and over her head to wrap around Taggert’s neck. Then she simply extended her other arm to Greer. He moved closer, and she pulled him to her, raising her lips to meet his again.

He kissed her back as his fingers fumbled with her pants. For several long seconds the only sounds that could be heard was the rasp of jeans, rapid breathing and the rustle of clothing.

Seeing the two of them naked was a shock. Her gaze wandered appreciatively over hard, muscled bodies. Taggert was whipcord lean with narrow hips and broad shoulders. His chest was smooth with a faint line of hair that ran down his midsection and circled his navel.

She blushed, unable to control the heat that washed up her neck when her gaze lowered to the juncture of his legs. His c**k jutted upward from a dark nest of hair. Long and thick, the head stretched tight.

Greer was the shorter of the two, thicker and built stockier, if you could call his muscular build stocky. A light smattering of hair covered his chest, lending the dips and lines a more rugged appearance.

He stood, legs apart, his erection heavy and distended. He watched her as she watched him, his gaze intense.

She wanted to touch them both. She wanted to melt into their arms, feel their heat against her skin. She wanted them to never let her go again.

“Emmy.”

She turned her head at Taggert’s softly spoken request.

“Come here,” he said as he extended his hand.

She went willingly, curling her fingers trustingly into his. As he pulled her to him, she skimmed her palm over his taut belly and up the hard wall of his chest. The roll of his muscles told her he wasn’t unaffected. He trembled against her and sucked in his breath.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you?” Taggert whispered as he ducked again to take her mouth.

There was more urgency this time, as if he no longer had the patience for gentle wooing. He feasted on her. There was no other word for it.

Unable to resist the temptation, she lowered her hand, reaching down to cup him intimately. He flinched and let out a moan when her fingers curled around his rigid length.

She stroked carefully, enjoying the different textures, the roughness and the softness, the plump vein on the underside and then the supple roll of his sac as she massaged.

He thrust against her hand, his body pressing against hers. And then Greer’s palm stroked lazily over her behind, his finger teasing her cleft and the sensitive region just below the small of her back.

She turned, her other hand going out to cup him just as intimately as she held Taggert. It was a shock, the sensation of steel in both her hands. So much power, and yet they were as vulnerable to her as she was to them.

Each caress brought her pleasure but gave them more. She explored their lengths, marveling at their differences and similarities. She would take both of them into her body. She’d have it no other way, for they both occupied her heart, her soul. Now she needed a physical bond.

“Love me,” she begged.

With a groan, Greer pulled her to face him. His hand stuttered clumsily over her face, but she didn’t care. His movements were jerky, but he was so tender, so cognizant of just how big a turning point this was.

He lowered his mouth, taking her lips in the softest of kisses.

Behind her, Taggert framed her shoulders then trailed his lips up the curve of her neck, nibbling a path to her ear.

It was as if a drug invaded her blood. The dual sensations of hungry mouths feasting on her skin sent her pulse soaring. Lightheaded. She was perilously close to falling. Her legs went weak then buckled.

Two pairs of hands caught her, held her, even as Taggert’s and Greer’s lips never left her body. She sighed, little breathy sounds of contentment she hadn’t uttered in so long.

She’d missed this. Having such an erotic connection with a man. It had been so long since desire had warmed her veins, simmered in her depths just waiting to be called to the surface.