Soul Possession(4)

Holy hell, but the man had reduced her to a gaping, speechless blob in thirty seconds flat.

“If you had any idea how much I’ve fantasized about you, you’d know that you effectively have me by the balls and I’m yours to command,” he said in amusement.

She had nothing to say to that.

Ten minutes later, they pulled into the driveway of a smallish brick house that looked like a lot of other small brick houses in the neighborhood.

It was a cookie-cutter subdivision. It made her positively wistful. While others might dream of huge houses on huge lots with individuality in spades, her dream house was in a quaint neighborhood with nice people, where kids played in the streets and the houses were all neat and uniform.

But then anything at all would be a step up from her efficiency apartment in a not-so-great neighborhood across town from this middle-class subdivision.

Still, it gave her a happy sigh to dream. One day she’d be beyond her current circumstances. She held on to that hope and knew that she had the power to make it reality. Hard work and a never-quit attitude had gotten her through a devastating car accident. It would get her through her current jobless state.

And at least for tonight she planned to cut loose, have some fun and temporarily forget about her less than ideal circumstances.

Before she had time to open her door, Truitt appeared at her window and opened the door for her. He reached inside and helped her down, holding her to his side until he was sure her knee would support her.

Her chest caved in a little at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

Rick went ahead of them and opened the door. She and Truitt followed and she looked curiously around when he flipped the light on.

If she expected a slovenly bachelor pad, she was wrong. The living room was neat and uncluttered. A masculine dark brown leather couch lined the wall in front of a flat-screen television mounted to the opposing wall. There were two recliners on either side of the couch and a solid oak coffee table in front of the sofa.

It had a cozy, homey look that she was instantly drawn to.

“So which one of you lives here? Or do you both?”

“He’s living here temporarily,” Truitt said, gesturing toward Rick. “His lease ended on his apartment so he’s crashing with me until he decides what he wants to buy and where.”

Why she was surprised that this was Truitt’s house, she wasn’t sure. He had a wild edge to him that contradicted the clean, earthy look to the house. It was very traditional. That was the word she was searching for and Truitt looked anything but traditional.

Truitt curled an arm around her and pulled her into his body. He kissed her brow first but then lowered his mouth to capture her lips in a hot, toe-curling kiss.

Lust hit her like a hammer. She purposely put all her weight on her good leg because if she didn’t she knew she’d go down like a rock.

Truitt must have felt her shift because he pulled away and then steered her toward the couch. She sat and he knelt in front of her, his big hands closing around her aching knee.

As soon as he touched her she let out a soft moan. Warm and gentle, his palms brushed over her skin. He removed her slides and tossed them a few feet away while Rick settled on her other side.

“I’m probably supposed to be patient and sensitive right now given that you’ve been on your feet all night and your knee hurts, but what I really want is to get you naked. Then I want to lavish all sorts of loving on you,” Rick said as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

“He’s the impatient one,” Truitt said with an eye roll. “He has about as much finesse as a bull in rut.”

“And you don’t want to get her naked?” Rick asked mildly.

“Hell yeah, I want her naked. But these things should be savored. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, the last thing I want is for it to all be over in two seconds. I want to take her clothes off one piece at a time and enjoy every damn minute.”

This wasn’t happening. It simply wasn’t happening. The only explanation was that she was at home and her own fantasies were manifesting themselves in a surprisingly realistic dream. A really fantastic, never-want-it-to-end dream at that.

She cleared her throat delicately. “How does this work exactly?” Then she wanted to die of embarrassment. She sounded like a moron.

Rick grinned. “Darlin’, you have the most gorgeous feminine blush. I just love it when your cheeks get all pink. Makes me want to do all sorts of outrageous things just to get you to do it again.”

“I know I sound like an idiot,” she mumbled. “It’s just that I’ve never had sex with two guys. At the same time, I mean. I’m not at all sure what I’m supposed to do.”

Truitt ran his hand up her leg to rest at her waist. “You don’t have to do a single thing but lie back and let me and Rick make you feel good. We’re going to touch you…” He rose up on his knees and leaned in to slide his mouth over hers. “And kiss you…” He moved down her jaw and then angled her neck so that he nibbled at the sensitive point below her ear. “And then we’re going to f**k you.”

She reacted strongly to the picture he painted in her mind. The comparison between the slow and sensual kissing and touching, culminated by hot, sweaty f**king nearly had her panting.

“But in order to do that, your clothes have to come off,” Truitt murmured just below her ear.