Strands of Love

Chapter Fourteen

Conversation had flowed easily today but now they were all silent. It was as though they were all afraid to speak, afraid to destroy the tentative peace that surrounded them. What went unspoken was the fact the tapestry would appear tomorrow.

At least she hoped it would. That was another worry. What if it didn’t come? What if Jace and Darian were stuck here?

Sam studied Jace’s face, but his emotions were blocked off, closed to her. He’d grown quieter as the night had progressed, but he’d grown stone-cold silent when she’d shared her family photos and memories.

Was he thinking about his world? His mother? Was he missing them? Wishing he could stay? Wishing she would go back with them?

Resentment flashed through her and for a brief moment she wished she’d never met either of them, that the tapestry had never appeared to them or to her. Almost immediately she regretted her thought and nervously glanced around, half expecting the tapestry to magically show itself. She had to be careful of her thoughts or she might accidentally summon the tapestry as Jace had.

She couldn’t regret meeting them or seeing their world. It had given her a new perspective on her life, made her appreciate all she had. It had shown her that loyal, honorable men did exist. And it had certainly spiced up her sex life.

She knew they would all sleep together tonight. Or at least she hoped they would. Amazing how quickly she’d gotten used to having two other bodies in bed with her. She felt safe and secure and, dare she say it, loved with Jace and Darian lying on either side of her, their strong arms around her.

Sure, she knew it couldn’t last, but she would enjoy it while it did. “Umm, I’ll just be a minute.” She hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Leaning back against the door, she took a deep breath. No need to be nervous. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t done this before.

Last time.

The two words made her breath catch in her throat and her heart skipped a beat.

Last time.

After tomorrow morning everything would be changed forever.

Last time.

Sam gave a frustrated growl and pushed away from the door. She braced her hands on the vanity and stared at her reflection. Her eyes seemed wider and filled with emotions she didn’t want to name. Other than that, she looked exactly the same as she had yesterday, the day before and the day before that. The experience hadn’t outwardly changed her, but inwardly she was a different woman.

She twisted the tap on and splashed some water on her face hoping to cool her warm cheeks. Didn’t help. Sighing, she brushed her teeth and hair and used the bathroom.

She wished she’d brought her sleep shorts and tank in with her so she could change. Not that she expected to be wearing any clothes for long.

“Stop being silly,” she muttered. She’d slept with both men before. There was no reason to feel like a nervous filly about to confront two stallions.

She snorted at the comparison and opened the door. Both men were waiting for her. Their borrowed T-shirts were long gone as were their boots.

Darian held out his hand. “Come.”

Jace watched his brother take Sam’s hand and lead her toward the bed. He wanted to touch her so badly his fingers ached. Instead, he curled them inward, making them into fists to keep from reaching out.

His ears were still ringing from the short conversation they’d had while Sam was in the bathing chamber. No, bathroom was the name she used.

Jace had approached his brother with five simple words. I think you should stay. That had set off a short, but intense argument between them. Darian still believed Sam could be convinced to return with them. Jace was more realistic.

He loved his brother and he loved Sam and he wanted them both to be happy. If that meant they stayed while he returned home, then so be it.

All the rage, frustration and uncertainty that had filled him all day slowly drained away, leaving Jace with a sense of peace. He would accept whatever happened and he would be happy for them.

But he was here now and this would almost certainly be his last night with Sam. He grabbed her arm and tugged her away from Darian. Her eyes widened when he pulled her into his arms. He didn’t give her a chance to speak, to question. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and supple in spite of the dry heat of the land. And sweet. They were so very sweet. He licked the thicker bottom lip before tracing the top. He felt a little puff of air against his mouth when she moaned and slipped his tongue inside, tasting mint and desire.

Not breaking the kiss, he lifted her and carried her to bed. It was a tight fit for all of them, but they would manage. Darian had the sheets turned back and Jace set her down in the middle of the bed.

Darian quickly removed her shoes and socks while he went to work on the rest of her clothing. He tugged and pulled. Material ripped and delicate lace tore. He had to get her naked.

A sense of urgency was riding him hard.

When the last piece of clothing was gone, Jace knelt between her legs and devoured her with his eyes. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, plump mounds that begged a man to touch them. He leaned inward and cupped both of them, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.

“Jace.” She breathed his name and it felt like a caress. His spine tingled and his cock swelled.

He kissed the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. Jace wished she would hold onto him forever. When she was with him, his burdens seemed to lighten. They didn’t disappear, but they seemed more manageable, less overwhelming.

No one knew how many sleepless nights he’d had since the death of his father and uncles. Long, dark nights where he’d wondered if he’d made the right decisions, if his people would have enough food for the long, cold season.

He was tired, but she invigorated him.

Darian stripped off his pants and stretched out on the bed beside Sam. His brother lapped at one pert nipple before taking it into his mouth.

Jace almost smiled at the inarticulate sound Sam made, the way her hips arched upward, seeking relief.

There was a long night ahead and he didn’t plan to sleep. He could sleep when he was back in Javara. He knew his dreams would forever be haunted by Sam and this night.

So be it.

Jace stood long enough to shuck his pants and climb back between Sam’s outspread legs. He circled her ankles with his hands before sliding them upward, moving inward as he stroked her thighs.

He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he leaned inward. He smelled her arousal and licked his lips, more than ready to taste her. Jace glanced at her face and found her watching him. Darian was teasing her breasts with his hands and mouth, but her eyes were on him.

Jace parted her slick folds with his thumbs and kissed her sex. Sam’s entire body jerked and he felt the flood of her cream against his mouth and hands. Determined to bring her pleasure, Jace lapped at her pussy, tasting and exploring. He dipped his tongue into her channel, wringing a long moan of pleasure that made his balls clench.

“Come for me,” he commanded. He wanted Sam to come, over and over and over. Wanted her never to forget this night or him.

Her clit was swollen, the nub of her desire pushed out from its protective hood. He flicked it with his tongue and she cried out his name. Her hips pumped wildly now and she gripped Darian’s hair, holding him to her breasts. Jace wished it was his hair she was clinging to, wanted to feel the slight sting against his scalp as she tugged.

She was making small, incoherent sounds of delight, her hips working against his mouth. Jace slid two thick fingers into her sheath and she came. Her entire body shuddered and his hand grew wet with her cream. He licked it up, letting it coat his tongue. It was his turn to moan when her pussy clamped down on his fingers. He wished it was his cock instead, but this was enough for now.

He changed the intensity of his fingers and mouth, soothing more than arousing. Darian sat back and Jace got a lovely view of her red, distended nipples. Her skin was glowing, her eyes half closed and a lock of hair was stuck to her forehead.

She was absolutely beautiful and he could wait no longer to claim her.

Jace spread his legs wide for support before lifting her into his arms. Her breasts were plastered against his chest and her hot, wet pussy pressed against his throbbing cock. They both moaned at the same time. Her eyes flew open and met his and she smiled.

Jace lifted her until his cock head nudged against her pussy. She braced herself against his shoulders, her short nails biting into his skin as he slowly lowered her onto his thick shaft. His cock stretched her inner channel, which rippled around it and squeezed, drawing him deeper into her core.

Jace clenched his teeth and tightened his hold on her waist. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to savor the feel of her slick pussy gripping his cock, holding him inside her, welcoming him home.

She squirmed and he banded his arm around her waist to keep her immobile. “Not yet,” he managed to get out. “I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

Sam made another one of those inarticulate sounds that tightened his sac. Her breathing was labored, her breath warm on his neck. “I have to move.”

Darian moved in behind her and held her hips in his hands. Both men lifted her and slowly lowered her over Jace’s cock. The ache in his balls increased and his shaft throbbed. Jace captured her mouth and kissed her.

Sam was floating in a sea of pleasure. She’d already had one orgasm thanks to Jace’s clever mouth and fingers. He was always intense, but seemed to be even more so tonight. She knew he felt the ticking of the clock as much as she did.

Jace kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything she had inside her. His tongue tangled with hers, dueling and retreating. She couldn’t let him go and followed until it was her tasting his mouth.

Jace’s cock filled her, stretching her until it hurt, but in a deliciously good way. His hands grasped her waist as he moved her up and down his thick shaft. Then Darian was behind her, his cock pressed against her back, his hands on her hips as he helped lift her up and down his brother’s erection.

Sandwiched between two men, two hard, aroused bodies sent her libido through the rooftop. Sam couldn’t get enough of them.

She broke off her kiss with Jace and peppered his hard, stubbled jaw with butterfly kisses. Her nipples ached so she rubbed them against his taut, smooth chest. Her heart was pounding, but so was his. She could feel it thunder against her each time she pressed against him.

Darian chose that moment to nip her nape, making her jump. The motion seated her even harder on Jace’s erection. Pleasure rocked her, intense and all consuming.

Her skin was slick, her breasts heavy. Between her thighs, she could feel the pressure building again. “Harder,” she gasped.

Both men quickened their pace, lifting and lowering her faster and harder, pushing Jace’s cock deeper and deeper. The telltale ripple rushed through her and then she was coming. Her pussy milked his cock and she heard Jace yell. His big body jerked against her and warmth flooded her as he found release.

Darian was breathing heavily against her neck, his cock pressed hard against her back, rubbing her spine. He yelled her name and a hot splash hit her skin. Darian wrapped his arms around her, anchoring his hands on his brother’s shoulders.

Another spasm rocked Sam. A second, smaller orgasm left her breathless and clinging to Jace. Not that she needed to hold on to anyone. Both brothers were wrapped so tight around her it was impossible to tell whose breath she felt on her shoulder.

Jace cupped her face and kissed her. It was an impossibly sweet embrace that made her feel cherished and cared for. Even loved.

“Thank you.” The low rumble of his voice sent another shiver down her spine. She shuddered, her pussy automatically clenching his cock. Jace gave a rough laugh and hugged her.

Darian moved first. He climbed off the bed and she heard him walking away. Water ran in the distance and then he was back with a wet towel, washing the evidence of his orgasm from her back.

When he was done, Darian lifted her off Jace, who was still surprisingly hard. He laid her on the bed and washed between her legs before tossing the damp towel onto the floor. “How do you feel?” Darian asked.

“Mmm,” was the most she could manage.

He smiled at her. “That good?”

“Better.”

Jace stretched out beside her and she rolled onto her side to study him. His shoulders were massive, his biceps thick even when he was at rest. These weren’t muscles built in a gym, but through hard work and training, which made them all the sexier to her.

There was something about a man who wasn’t afraid of hard work, of sweating from the exertion of honest labor that really turned her crank.

She flattened her palms against his chest. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers and his cock flexed against her belly. “You can’t be serious,” Sam said as she slid one hand down and gripped his thickening shaft.

Jace shrugged his wide shoulders. “You have that effect on me.”

Sam licked her lips, wanting to taste him. Now that the edge was gone there wasn’t such a sense of urgency. She wanted to play.

She might never have another chance.

The black cloud of the tapestry threatened to push aside her sensual pleasure, but she hung onto it, not wanting to ruin their final night together.

She pushed against Jace’s chest and he rolled onto his back at her prompting. Sam rolled onto her knees between the two men and raised an eyebrow at Darian. He grinned at her and rolled onto his back.

Had any woman ever had such incredible specimens of manhood laid out before her? The other tapestry women. The tapestry brides. The insidious whisper came from out of nowhere, but it was right. The other women who’d stayed in Javara probably experienced the same thing every night.

But their men weren’t as sexy or fine as hers. They couldn’t be.

Hers. They weren’t hers. Not unless she returned with them.

Confusion and anger warred with sexual desire. For tonight, desire won and she wrapped a hand around Jace’s cock, then the other around Darian’s, loving the way the hot flesh jumped against her palm.

“Harder,” Darian prompted.

She shook her head and slowly slid her hand from the root all the way to the flared head. “I want to take my time and touch.” She stroked all the way back down to each man’s balls. “Taste.”

She released Darian, leaned down and drew her tongue around the broad head of Jace’s cock. His entire body tensed, his abs tightening until she could have bounced a quarter on them.

Pre-come seeped from the tip and she lapped it up, enjoying the musky flavor. Jace smelled all male—soap, warm flesh, sweat and sex. Totally yummy.

Jace growled, the sound primal and arousing. She leaned down and rubbed one of her breasts over the rough hair of his thigh, making a little humming sound of pleasure at the contact. The vibration went through the head of Jace’s cock and he moaned.

Thick fingers tunneled through her hair and he nudged her head downward. She laughed and obliged, opening her mouth and taking his shaft deep, stopping only when the head pressed against the back of her throat. She swallowed and Jace yelled her name.

Sam felt more alive than she had in her life. Every second seemed longer. Every sense she possessed seemed heightened, from the perfume of sex that seemed to surround them, to the sound of Jace’s sigh of pleasure and the salty taste of him in her mouth.

Her skin tingled and her pussy pulsed in time with Jace’s cock.

A quick glance at Darian assured her he was enjoying the show. He had his large hand wrapped around his cock, pumping lazily as he watched her pleasure Jace with her mouth.

Sam turned her attention back to Jace, wanting him to understand how special he was to her. She swallowed again, sucking the head hard to bring him maximum pleasure.

She slid his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, circling the tip with her tongue before taking him deep. With her hand wrapped around the base, she controlled each stroke. She squeezed and sucked and licked, enjoying watching him squirm with pleasure.

Jace’s hips arched upward on each down stroke. “More. Take all of me.” His tortured whisper almost broke her heart. He meant more than simply her taking more of his cock into her mouth. He wanted her to accept him and his home. He didn’t have to say it. She felt it in her bones and knew it in her heart.

Sam blinked back tears, feeling suddenly emotional and vulnerable. But she didn’t stop. She used her free hand to cup Jace’s balls, rolling them carefully between her fingers.

His big hands fisted in the sheets and she heard a rip as one of them gave way beneath his assault.

“I’m coming.” She knew he was warning her, giving her time to pull away so he could come on his stomach instead of in her mouth.

Sam took him deeper, sucking and swallowing around his shaft and cock head. She wanted to give him everything, wanted to give him what she’d never given another man. She’d never swallowed before, hadn’t wanted to and had always broken off before it had happened with her previous lovers. But not with Jace.

“Sam. Sam. Sam.” He chanted her name over and over as she drove him closer to coming.

His balls tightened and his cock rippled beneath her hand. Then he was coming in her mouth. She swallowed and kept swallowing until he was done. His heavy hand rested against her head and he sighed a deep sigh of contentment.

Sam sucked him clean and sat up, wiping the edges of her mouth. Jace opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and shook his head. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting. Certainly not a declaration of love, but something other than silence.

She started to turn away, but he grabbed her and pulled her down until she was sprawled on top of him. He held her face as he kissed her, pouring everything he couldn’t or wouldn’t say into it. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she knew her own heart was more than a little involved.

How could she have fallen in love with a man who was going to leave her?

Sam slowly sat up and moved off Jace, whose pale-blue eyes followed her as she reached for Darian.

Two brothers. One intense and committed to his land and people. Loyal. The other just as loyal and committed but more lighthearted, less burdened. Similar, yet different in so many ways. Darian would always be the easier of the two to live with, the one to bend more to compromise. Not Jace. He would always be difficult and unbending. But his loyalty was unshakeable and so was his tenacity.

How was it possible for her to love them both? Because there was no longer any denying that she did.

Staring down at Jace, who still managed to look dangerous and sated at the same time and then over to Darian who waited patiently for her to come to him, she admitted the truth to herself.

Love had finally come into her life, not once but twice. But it had come at a deep cost. Both men would go tomorrow. As much as she wanted one of them to stay, she couldn’t allow it. She wouldn’t be responsible for breaking up their family.

Family. It was what she missed the most, what she wanted.

What was she staying here for?

The question shocked and surprised her, but before she could really think about it, Darian reached her for. Sam shook her head and wrapped her hand around his cock, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure she’d given Jace, a night of pleasure he’d never forget.

Darian groaned as she slid her mouth over his cock, his fingers threading through her hair. Sam lost herself in the moment, more able to show her feelings than to voice them out loud.