Colters' Gift

CHAPTER 14

LAUREN lay back atop the mattress, Noah and Liam on either side of her, caressing her with gentle motions.

After a moment, Liam shifted, pushed himself upward and then off the bed. Her eyes widened when he lifted her feet to prop her heels on the metal bedframe for leverage. The position allowed her thighs to spread wider and then he knelt, as Noah had done so that her pussy was right on level with his mouth.

She moaned, a sound that started more vocal and ended in a long, breathy sigh. She was still sensitive from the first mind-bending orgasm and at the first touch of his tongue, her muscles jerked and locked, stiffening her legs.

She reached blindly upward and came into contact with Noah’s shoulder. He lowered himself over her upper body and slid his palm over her rib cage toward her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he whispered just as he closed his lips around one nipple.

The room grew hazy around her. She floated in a sea of pleasure, her body tightening as she began the long, slow climb to release once more.

The sounds of satisfaction that Liam made heightened her arousal. His mouth vibrated against her most intimate flesh while his tongue danced wickedly over her clit and then down to slide inside her opening.

It was odd that she could tell the two men apart and how different their styles of making love were. She wouldn’t have imagined there being such a difference and yet she could tell instantly by the way they touched her or kissed who was who, and yet both were deliciously talented at making her respond.

Liam rocked upward, his mouth pressing to her belly, and he kissed a line toward her chin. Noah pulled away and Liam captured her mouth, his tongue delving deeply.

“I want to be inside you, baby,” he growled in a low whisper. “You make me crazy.”

She smiled faintly. After one orgasm, and she was precariously close to another, she could safely say that they made her crazy. She couldn’t even think. Only feel. And she loved the way they made her feel.

Protected. Cherished. Cared for.

They silenced the ghosts of her past when they were near. They put themselves between her and those painful memories, a buffer to anything that would hurt her.

“Let me get a condom,” Liam whispered against her mouth.

She touched his face, kissed him back and then slowly let him go, his gaze burning into her as he withdrew. He hastily pulled his shirt over his head, leaving her to admire his ink again. He was just as quick to peel his jeans down and take off the remainder of his clothing. A moment later he was between her thighs again, his fingers testing her readiness.

He teased the line from her opening to her clit and then back down again, feathering around her entrance.

Noah drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly until it was a rigid peak. Then he gave the other equal treatment until her breasts were plump and swollen, her nipples erect and puckered. Then he kissed the valley between her breasts and gently worked his mouth up to her neck as Liam positioned himself between her legs.

The head of Liam’s cock breached her entrance and for a moment he remained still, allowing her to adjust to his size.

She hadn’t gotten a look at him from her position on the bed. All she’d been able to see was his chest and the intricate tattoos on his upper body. She had no idea of his size, but he felt enormous as he pushed in farther, stretching her with every movement.

She wiggled, angling her lower body so she could take him deeper. It was instinctive to wrap her legs around his waist even though it wasn’t something Joel ever allowed. He preferred that she lay motionless while he did as he liked.

She shook off the fleeting memory, determined not to let it intrude here where it didn’t belong.

“How does it feel, Lauren?” Noah asked in a husky voice.

Her eyelids flickered and she looked up to meet his gaze, overwhelmed by the moment. The sheer magnitude of having these two men . . . worship her. They treated her like she was . . . precious.

“Why?” she whispered.

His brow crinkled in confusion. “Why what, honey?”

“Why me?”

He smoothed his fingers over her brow, easing the lines. Then he kissed her, long and sweet, until she knew nothing but the sensation of Liam deep inside her body and Noah deep inside her mouth.

“Because there can’t be anyone else for us,” Noah said as he pulled from her lips.

Liam’s hands slid underneath her ass, lifting as he pushed even deeper. He leaned over her, holding her close to his body before finally releasing her to plant his hands on the mattress on either side of her hips.

He thrust harder, and she closed her eyes, reaching for Noah again. Just wanting to touch him. With her other hand, she slid her fingers over the top of Liam’s hand where it rested on the bed. And she held on to them both while Liam continued to power into her body.

She knew he was holding back. There were stress lines on his face. His jaw was tight and his thrusts became more measured.

She smiled and reached up to touch his face.

“Don’t hold back, Liam. I want to see you when you come.”

He groaned and let out a long breath. “Oh God, baby, I wanted to make you come again. I didn’t want it to be over so soon. But you feel so damn good and I’ve waited so long for this.”

She put a finger to his mouth. “We have all night. Isn’t that what Noah said? We’ll do it all over again.”

He smiled when she turned the words back on him. Then he lowered himself even further as Noah pulled back, allowing him the room. Liam gathered her tightly in his arms and then flexed his hips, driving deep.

Faster and harder. He picked up speed and thrust more forcefully. He hugged her tighter, holding her so close she could barely breathe, but she’d never felt safer or more . . . loved.

Then he buried himself deep and remained there, his entire body quivering, his hips jerking spasmodically. He nuzzled into her neck and his breath exploded against her skin as he lay there panting softly.

Even as Liam covered her, completely possessing her, Noah’s hand found hers where it was sprawled away from Liam. And he curled his fingers around hers, stroking over her palm. Letting her know that he was there. With her. Just as Liam was.

She was touched beyond measure at the gesture. It was symbolic. A silent promise. Tears gathered in her eyes. Had she finally found what she’d searched for for so long?

Liam kissed her cheek and then the corner of her mouth before finally pushing himself upward so she no longer bore his weight. Then he carefully withdrew and stepped aside to discard the condom.

Her gaze immediately went to Noah. She wanted to give him that same pleasure. She wanted it for herself. Their gazes connected and he leaned in to kiss her again, almost as if offering her reassurance.

He crawled off the bed. She watched as he undressed, determined to get a better view of him than she had Liam. She propped herself up on her elbows so she was able to see.

The ripple of muscles was impressive. He wasn’t as thick or as large as Liam, but he was every bit as muscled and toned. Just different body structure and build. Damn but he was so very nice to look at.

When he got his pants off and tore off his boxers, she took his erection, mentally comparing him to Liam. Liam had certainly felt . . . huge. But Noah? Looked huge.

The two men stood at the edge of the bed, Liam’s gaze soft and satisfied while Noah’s glittered with hunger. She shivered, licking her lips in anticipation.

To her surprise, Noah reached for her, turning her over onto her belly. Her cheek brushed over the sheet and for a moment she was too stunned to react.

This wasn’t what she’d expected.

Unease stole over her. For a moment she was too muddled to even realize why she was gripped by such discomfort.

It was instinctive for her to be wary, and to fight. Her first instinct was to fight?

Noah’s hands slid up the backs of her legs and he kissed the cheek of her ass, and then the other, nipping playfully.

She tried to reason with herself. Tried to be calm. This was Noah. Noah would never hurt her.

But the position was a symbol of helplessness to her. And she hated that feeling above all others. She didn’t want to be scared when Noah made love to her.

Then he spread her thighs, and all reason fled. There was no fighting the surge of panic. Her throat swelled with it until she nearly choked.

His grip tightened and in her disoriented state, all she could process was that she was being held down. Pinned. Helpless.

“No!” she choked out around a sob.

Even as the word exploded into the quiet, she was already kicking. The hands left her and she rolled away, against the wall. She put her back to it and curled her knees protectively against her chest.

She put her head down until her forehead touched her knees. All her most vulnerable parts were covered. Her stomach and ribs. Her face was hidden.

Because she knew what happened when she said no. There was always instant retaliation. It was a testament to just how afraid she’d been that the word had even escaped her lips.