Soul Possession(8)

“Hey, what’s the fierce expression for?” Truitt asked.

She relaxed and smiled. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering when act two begins. I may be new to the whole being in bed with two gorgeous male specimens thing, but I’ve decided that Waste Not, Want Not is a very good motto.”

Rick chuckled and nipped at her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. Truitt lowered his head and pulled at one nipple with his mouth and then sucked strongly until she moaned low in her throat.

“You are absolutely delicious,” Truitt said as he pushed her over so that both br**sts were available to him.

Rick scooted back on the bed to give Jessie more room and she reached for him, wanting to touch him. She hadn’t been able to touch either man yet. Things had happened so quickly.

She slid her fingers through Rick’s hair as Truitt teased and tormented her ni**les.

“I love your hair,” she said.

Rick seemed uncomfortable with the praise but his eyes glowed as he turned to look at her. He caught her hand as she trailed her fingers through the silky ends and kissed her palm.

“And I love yours,” Truitt said even as he delved a hand into her thick curls. “I’ve been dying to run my hands through it ever since I first saw you.”

Rick laughed. “Face it, man, you’ve been dying to touch her since we saw her.”

Truitt shrugged. “Yeah, that too.”

“I don’t get it,” she said, marveling at their words.

“What don’t you get?” Rick asked.

“Why me? I mean you both act like I’m something special. I feel like a goddess the way you two look at me and talk about me.”

“That’s how you’re supposed to feel,” Truitt said as he drew away, his eyes gleaming. “As for why you? Honey, you’re just it with a capital I. No other way to explain it. I saw you and it was kind of like taking a bullet.”

She frowned. “I’m not sure that’s the way I want to be immortalized. Have you ever been shot?”

“He hasn’t. I have,” Rick said dryly. “If he had, he wouldn’t be throwing around that colorful little descriptor.”

Truitt grinned. “I have a good imagination.”

Jessie pushed herself upward and got to her knees so she could stare down at the two men in bed with her. It was a feast of male flesh and she couldn’t control her itchy fingers. She placed her palms on their chests and let them wander over the muscled dips and ridges and downward to their taut bellies.

She absently traced the outline of Truitt’s tattoo while her hand stilled on Rick’s pelvis just above the dark patch of hair surrounding his cock.

“I love your tats,” she murmured. “I used to stare at you and wonder how far up your body they went.” She turned and took her hand from Rick’s abdomen and picked up his hand. “Why do you have Courage, Honor, and Heart tattooed on your wrist? Does it have a special meaning?”

A dark shadow passed over Rick’s face as he stared down at the words encircling his wrist. “They’re for my brother. He was a cop too. He was killed in the line of duty. They were his creed. Words he lived his entire life by. Values our father taught us to uphold every day of our lives.”

“They both sound like awesome people,” she said softly.

“They were,” Rick said. “World isn’t quite the same without them.”

“What happened to your father?” she asked.

“He retired from the force and then a year later he died of a heart attack. The same year my brother was killed.”

Her heart aching for him, she bent and pulled him into her arms, hugging him fiercely. “I’m sorry. What a terrible time for you.”

When she pulled away, Rick seemed a little dazed. Then he reached up, touched her cheek and smiled. “Thanks. Nobody’s hugged me since my dad died. It felt…nice.”

She smiled back. “Glad I could be the first then.”

She put her hand back down, low on his abdomen, and then shyly went lower until her fingers brushed across his erection.

It pulsed hot and hard against her palm as she wrapped her hand around the satiny smooth flesh.

Truitt bent and nuzzled her ear. “Why don’t you hop on top. I have an idea. If you’ll let Rick take care of you for a while, I’ll get some lubricant and work you up to taking us both.”

She sucked in her breath as her mind flashed with the images of her on top of Rick and Truitt behind her. It was so darkly erotic, like nothing she’d even ever imagined. But now that the idea had been planted, she was riveted, intrigued, and wildly turned on.

Rick reached blindly for a condom even as Jessie gingerly climbed over his legs and settled her knees on either side of him.

But when he tossed the opened condom to the mattress beside Jessie, he reached for her and started to pull her up his body.

“I haven’t got to taste that sweet pu**y of yours yet,” he murmured. “And no way I want you to try to take me when you’re unprepared. Move up and straddle my face.”

Her face burned. She could feel the flush spread over her entire body. Her hands shook as he began to help her scale up his muscular body. Oh God, she wasn’t a sex goddess. How was she going to pull this off?

But by the time she levered herself over his face, she forgot all her inhibitions. All she wanted was to feel the magic of his tongue.