Songbird(20)

Lonely. She’d spent the last year being so lonely she ached. It still hurt to think of all the nights she’d spent in numb silence, her only memories of Sean and his love.

Hot tears sloshed over the rims of her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. It wasn’t even sadness that prompted her emotional outburst. She was quite simply overwhelmed.

“Don’t cry, sweet pea.”

Greer cupped her face and kissed away the damp trails. Then his mouth fused hungrily to hers again. He pressed forward and Taggert pulled her back. They bumped into the bed and went down in a tangle of arms and legs.

She came to rest on her side, Taggert melded to her back, his palm sliding sensuously over her hip, her waist and up to cup her breast. Greer leaned up on his elbow in front of her, and he stroked his hand through her hair, pulling each strand and letting it dangle from his fingers.

He lowered his hand to her belly, and she trembled as he traveled lower to the juncture of her legs. He trailed a fingertip through the short curls and hovered tantalizingly over the hood of her femininity.

Then he pressed. Just a gentle push and slid past her folds. His fingertip fluttered over her clit. Once, twice.

A low moan escaped her and she arched her pelvis forward, seeking more of his touch.

Taggert simply held her, his hands coaxing over her skin like a balm. Safe. Comforting.

She existed in a sensual haze, their heat wrapping around her like the strongest of bonds.

Taggert slid one hand over her behind and then between her legs. He lifted, inserting his knee between her thighs, opening her wider to Greer’s advances.

Greer’s fingers sank lower, gliding through her wetness until he circled her opening, tracing the sensitive mouth, teasing.

Taggert petted her, caressing a line from the small of her back over the plump flesh of her behind and then lower until his fingers were mere centimeters away from where Greer’s delved into her wetness.

They took turns, Greer’s long finger easing inward then retreating. He spread her fluids over her flesh until her clit slid easily under his touch. Then Taggert eased a finger inside, teasing and touching the walls of her pu**y.

One inside, stroking, the other stroking her clit. A long burned-out fire came to life, catching the wind and spreading wildly through her veins.

Greer leaned down and tugged a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently in rhythm with his fingers. Her hair slid over her back as she arched, offering herself more fully to him.

Her dreams, her most secret fantasies had nothing on the reality of having these two men make love to her.

The rush of her impending orgasm left her breathless, that long, sharp build-up, the strain and tension and the delectable wait for the inevitable explosion. Too long her desires had lain dormant, but now they roared to life, her body awakened. Fierce need assailed her, pulling and stretching her until she cried out for mercy.

But she wanted none, and they knew it.

Her breath tore from her lips. She panted and arched her body, twisting and writhing. Taggert added another finger, plunging them into her tight passage. Greer pressed against her clit and rotated, finding just the right amount of pressure. His teeth grazed her nipple and she flew.

Her scream rippled through the room, primal and hoarse. Greer’s mouth crashed down over hers, swallowing her cry of pleasure, and he continued to ravage her, taking as much as she would give.

She clung desperately to him, clutching his shoulders as she raised her mouth to meet his. Taggert’s teeth sank into her shoulder, and she let out a gasp. He sucked hard, and she knew she’d have a mark. His mark.

Greer’s fingers left her quivering clit, and he eased his hand over her belly, leaving a faint trail of her moisture. He cradled one breast, plumping it in his palm as his thumb brushed over the sensitive nub.

She closed her eyes and sank back against Taggert. His arms came around her, holding her steady as she sagged. Then he simply rolled her over, taking her from Greer.

Impatiently he pushed at her legs, hoisting them up, bending them at the knees then nudging higher still until she was completely open and vulnerable to him.

He rose over her, positioned himself at her opening and in one push, thrust himself to the hilt.

Her eyes flew open, her body arched and spasmed. She struggled wildly as she tried to process the overriding sensations bombarding her from every quarter. God, he was big. Thick and heavy. She was tight around him. So tight she didn’t know how he’d manage to move. But move he did.

He planted a hand on either side of her head, his eyes locked with hers. Fire and determination lit their depths. Love. Passion. He had the most beautiful eyes.

Slowly he dragged himself out, until only the blunt head of his c**k rested just inside her entrance.

“Please,” she whispered. “Take me, Taggert. Love me. Make me yours. I’ve always been yours.”

His jaw tightened, and he closed his eyes as if fighting for control. But she didn’t want his movements to be measured. She wanted him raw and passionate. She wanted him as crazy as she was.

She reached down to touch him. Slid her finger up his length then back to where they were joined. If possible he grew even harder.

“Emmy, stop,” he rasped. “God, what you do to me.”

She smiled up at him. “Take me, Tagg. Don’t hold back. You won’t hurt me.”

She accentuated her words by trailing her hand back up to cup his sac. Squeezing gently, she rolled the heavy weights in her palm.