Burn With Me, Page 2

  “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “Are we there yet?”

  I grin and kiss her sweet lips gently, brushing over them lightly, making her squirm in my lap. She loves to kiss, which is good because she’s going to get kissed plenty.

  “Almost,” Gray replies with a smile in his voice.

  “Hurry,” she whispers making both Gray and me laugh. My chuckle turns into a groan when she wiggles her perfect ass over my groin, making me see stars.

  “Hurry, Gray,” I agree gruffly.

  “We’re here,” he replies, his voice tight with lust as he shoves the SUV into park and opens the back door for us. I climb out and reach back in for her, lifting her and heading for the front door.

  “I can walk you know,” she says with a grin and reaches a hand out for Gray. He immediately takes it and kisses her palm, his blue eyes on hers.

  “I’m sure you can, but I’m quite content with you right here, princess.” Gray unlocks the door and rather than stop in the living room, I march up the stairs and to my room. This may be the only night she spends in here, but I have to have her scent in my bed.

  I have to.

  Gray pulls the blankets back as I plant my lips on her forehead and lay her gently in the middle of the bed, between us, fully dressed.

  We’re going to unwrap her like a fucking Christmas present.

  As she settles onto the bed, she rolls toward Gray who’s more than happy to wrap his arms around her and cover her lips with his, kissing her thoroughly. She sighs and hitches one leg over his hip, pressing closer to him while I push against her back, grinding my still-covered cock against her ass, sweep her hair out of the way and lay wet kisses along her soft neck.

  She smells amazing.

  She reaches back and holds onto my ass, pulling me even tighter against her.

  I need to taste her.

  I kiss down her arm and gently ease her back from Gray. He continues to keep her mouth occupied while I shimmy her shoes and pants off and toss them on the floor. When I glance up, I see Gray pulling her top over her head and he throws it in the same general direction her pants went before diving back for another taste of her mouth.

  I can’t blame him. She’s fucking delicious.

  I pull my shirt over my head, then nudge my way between her legs and drag the tip of my nose over her panties, from the top of the elastic, down over her pubis to her clit and finally down into her folds, inhaling the musky scent of her lust.

  Fuck, she’s so wet her barely-there black panties are soaked through, so I hook my thumbs in the lace at her hips and pull them down her legs, then lick my lips as I glance up at Gray. He’s turned her head to the side and sends me a satisfied glance before nibbling down her jawline to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, making her scissor her legs on either side of me.

  “God, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” I part her lips with my thumbs and watch in fascination as she opens to me, her pussy glistening with her juices. “Your clit is already swollen.”

  Gray growls and traps her lips with his again as I lean in and lap at her with the flat of my tongue from her tiny entrance all the way up to the thin strip of short hair above her clit and back down again, burying my face in her pussy, my tongue inside her and fuck her with my mouth.

  It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. She cries out and arches her back, but Gray quickly lays his spread hand over her lower stomach, keeping her in place as I go to town on her.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” He whispers in her ear. “Oh, baby, look at that.” Bailey’s eyes find mine as she watches me eat her out, lapping at her folds and then pull gently on her clit.

  “Oh my God,” she groans.

  “Does that feel good?” Gray asks her, nuzzling her ear. She nods frantically and moans long and low as I push two fingers inside her.

  “You both still have too many clothes on,” she says as she pants and grinds her hips against my face.

  “There’s no hurry,” Gray whispers. “Enjoy what he’s doing to you, Bailey. Feel it.”

  She bites her lip and continues to watch me.

  “Wait until you taste her,” I growl and slide my fingers out of her and up through her lips to her clit and back in again, making her gasp and clench around me. “Fuck, Gray she’s so fucking tight.”

  “I bet she’s sweet as honey,” he says and kisses her neck.

  “Sweeter,” I reply and kiss my way up her body. Gray shed her bra at some point, so I settle in to worship her perfect, pink-tipped breasts. “Look how beautiful you are.”

  “You are stunning, sweetheart,” Gray whispers and gently pushes her hair away from her face.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs. “I’d love to see more of you.” She smiles and bites her lip as Gray leans back and pulls his shirt over his head. Her hands are all over us. She’s exploring my chest and shoulders, scrubs her nails through my hair. Jesus, my cock can’t get any harder than it is. I unzip my jeans to ease the pressure on my dick and the sound draws Bailey’s attention.

  “Take your pants off.”

  “You’re not in charge here, princess,” I reply and then laugh when she snarls at me. “Just a little eager, are you?”

  * * *

  ~Bailey~

  Fucking-A I’m eager! Jesus, my body is on fire, humming with electricity everywhere. Having two sets of lips and hands on me is incredible. I’ve never experienced anything even close to it.

  Not to mention, it’s been too damn long since the last time I got laid.

  I just nod and watch them both as they shed their pants and boxer briefs and then slide back on the bed. They’re both beyond enthusiastic, yet different. Kevin moves almost urgently while Gray is more laid back, content to set up camp and take his time.

  And the two of them working in tandem is fan-fucking-tastic.

  Their bodies are incredible. They’re both tall. Their muscles are defined everywhere. It’s like looking at two works of art.

  And they’re both impressively aroused.

  They lie on either side of me, and Kevin immediately kisses my lips while Gray’s head lowers to tug on my nipple while his hand glides down my belly to my pussy, where he circles my clit with his middle finger, sending sparks of electricity shooting up my spine and my hips off the mattress.

  “Oh God!” I cry against Kevin’s lips. I feel both men grin against me and my stomach flutters with nerves as my nipples harden even more.

  “So responsive,” Gray whispers and blows on my wet nipple. I glide my hands down each of their stomachs until I find both of their cocks and explore their lengths, making them both groan in pleasure.

  Gray’s cock is thicker, but they’re about the same length, smooth and hard as steel.

  “I need someone inside me,” I whimper. Kevin bites my lower lip and Gray bites my nipple, keeping me right at the precipice of pain and pleasure. “Oh God, please.”

  “Didn’t I say,” Kevin begins and nips his way down my jaw to my neck. “That you’re not in charge?”

  “But I need you,” I whisper. I’m not whining, it’s pure, honest lust.

  “We’re not ready quite yet, sweetheart,” Gray replies and nibbles his way down my body. “I haven’t tasted you yet.”

  “Oh God, you’re both trying to kill me.”

  They both chuckle, making my stomach flutter again. Their voices are like pure honey, sliding over me along with their talented fingers.

  Finally, Gray nudges between my legs, kisses my inner thigh and works his way up while Kevin kisses down my neck to my breast.

  This is sexiness overload.

  I grip their hair in each hand and hold on as they work together to bring me to the edge of reason. Their small groans and whispered words of affection are filtering through the ringing in my ears, and when Gray plunges a finger inside me and pulses his lips around my clit, I come undone, exploding under their hands.

  “That’s right, princess,” Kevin whispers by my ear. “Come for us. Ju
st like that.”

  Gray kisses up my belly and settles in beside me, lapping at my breast as Kevin reaches toward his nightstand. “I can’t wait,” Kevin growls and kneels between my legs.

  “Can I put it on you?” I ask with a smile. “I want to touch you.”

  Kevin’s handsome face splits into a soft smile. He takes my hand in his and links our fingers as he covers me with his hard body and kisses me long and slow, and I swear to God I’m sinking right into the mattress. These men know how to use their mouths.

  Kevin pushes back and watches my face as I position the condom on the tip of his cock and roll it down his length then guide him to my opening and keep my eyes trained on his as he slips just the tip inside me and bites his lip.

  “Oh fuck me,” he whispers reverently.

  “She is,” Gray responds with a chuckle. I reach for his hand blindly. He links his fingers with mine and they’re holding both my hands now as Kevin pushes all the way inside me and stills, breathing hard, his brow sweaty.

  “She’s fucking amazing,” Kevin says and looks up at Gray. My pussy clenches around Kevin as I release Gray’s hand and reach for his cock. If we’re going to do this threesome thing, we’re going to do it right.

  “Holy shit,” Gray hisses when I begin to jack him in long, smooth strokes and lean over to lick around the head of his cock, under the rim and down the ridge of the vein that runs beneath it to his balls. His hips begin to move in slow thrusts as I take him in my mouth and suck, working him with both my fist and my lips as Kevin moves inside me, and they are suddenly moving in tandem.

  “Look at me, sweetheart,” Gray murmurs, cupping my chin as he gazes down at me. His eyes are hot and happy as he watches his cock disappear in my mouth. He’s gentle, careful not to choke me, and lets me set my own pace, but I’m moving with the same rhythm as Kevin, who is fucking me in earnest now, his hips bumping against mine in a fast staccato.

  “Fuck, I’m not gonna last. She’s too fucking tight,” Kevin growls and grips my hips tightly. He’s going to leave fingerprints there.

  I can’t wait to fucking see them.

  “Me too, man,” Gray says, watching me with hot blue eyes. His balls lift and tighten and I know he’s seconds away from coming so I suck harder and push my fist down, bearing down on the base of his cock as I clamp my pussy around Kevin’s dick and tilt my hips in the air, pulling him as deeply inside me as I possibly can.

  Kevin plants his thumb on my clit, taking me over the ledge with them.

  Both men cry out as they come. I continue to suck on Gray’s cock, swallowing the salty come as he shoots it into my mouth, and I shiver beneath them both with my own incredible orgasm.

  As I come to my senses, I feel both of them stroking me, everywhere, soothing me. Gray is lying on his side, facing me, with his lips near my ear, whispering to me.

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Incredible.” I grin and glance up at Kevin, who’s still inside me, running his hands up and down my thighs, along my lower belly and back to my thighs again, grazing my skin with his fingernails.

  “You guys are good at this,” I sigh. Kevin chuckles and pulls out, moves off the bed and Gray rolls me toward him, running his hand down my back to my ass.

  “Are you okay?” he whispers.

  “I’m great.” I kiss the tip of his nose and grin when I feel the bed dip behind me as Kevin wraps himself around my back, kissing my shoulder. “Whose room are we in?”

  “Mine,” Kevin whispers against my ear, sending a delicious chill through me.

  “But we’re about to leave.” Gray’s eyes sober as he stares at me, and I suddenly feel foolish. Of course, why would I think we’d snuggle. I came here for a night of hot sex, and that’s what they delivered, thank God, but I’m sure they can’t wait to dump me back at my car.

  “You’re really over thinking this,” Kevin growls against my shoulder. “I can hear the wheels turning in that gorgeous head of yours.”

  “We’re not taking you home,” Gray agrees and drags his fingertips down my cheek. Neither of them has stopped touching me and it’s pure heaven.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Down the hall,” Gray says

  I raise a brow but Kevin plants one more kiss on my shoulder and they both roll away, Gray pulling me along with him.

  “Come on,” Kevin says, leading the way.

  I didn’t pay attention to the house when we got here, I was too anxious to move on to the sex part of the evening. And for good reason, obviously.

  “That’s my room,” Gray says and points to another good-sized bedroom with a big bed and jeans on the floor.

  “And this,” Kevin says and opens a door at the end of the hall. “Is the master.”

  “You guys don’t use the master suite?” I ask with a frown and follow Kevin inside, Gray pulling up the rear. It’s sparsely furnished with only a king-sized bed and dresser. The bed is bare, with the tags still on the mattress. There is no art on the walls, and through the open doorway, I can see that the closet is empty.

  “No, we don’t. Well, not yet.”

  I turn and face them both and plant my hands on my hips. “Why?”

  They look at each other and then back at me. Gray’s clearly thinking about his answer carefully. I’ve already come to realize that he’s the thinker of the pair, less likely to ride by the seat of his pants.

  “We haven’t had a reason to,” Kevin says and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight.

  What in the hell is that supposed to mean?

  “Okay . . .” I frown as I pull out of Kevin’s embrace. Suddenly Gray lifts me over his shoulder, firefighter-style, and heads for the bathroom.

  “You make the bed, Kev, Bailey and I will be in the shower.”

  “Join us!” I squeal and wave to a laughing Kevin as Gray carries me away. “How can you have any strength left after today?”

  “Oh, sweetheart, I think you’re going to learn that when it comes to you, I have plenty of stamina.”

  Holy shit.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ~Bailey~

  “YOU DON’T HAVE TO DRY my hair,” I murmur and watch in the mirror as Gray wields the blow dryer, pulling his fingers rhythmically through my long blonde strands, watching the hair as it falls down my back. Rather than make the bed, Kevin followed us into the bathroom and the three of us had quite a lot of fun in their enormous shower. We’re all squeaky clean and dry, thanks to them. Kevin is making the bed while Gray blows my hair dry.

  “Indulge me,” he replies with a soft smile, meeting my eyes in the mirror. It’s not a hardship to watch him move, that’s for sure. The man’s body is something to look at.

  “How often do you work out?” My eyes are pinned to his hip. He’s turned so his side is facing the mirror. Watching him move is mesmerizing.

  He grins softly and lowers his lips to my ear. “Every day,” he whispers and kisses my cheek then gets back to work on my hair. “How about you?”

  I raise an eyebrow and let my eyes roam over my own body in the mirror. I’m naked, but comfortable with the hot air blowing on me. It’s making me relaxed and sleepy after such a long day with the climb and the rigorous sex with two very enthusiastic men. I’m not in particularly good shape. I’m slender, but not firm. I don’t work out on a regular basis.

  “I don’t remember the last time I worked out,” I reply honestly and without embarrassment. “Who has time?”

  He laughs and nods as he smooths his hand down my hair. “You’re in great shape, Bailey.”

  “I’m not complaining. I could stand to get on a treadmill now and again, but I’m on my feet a lot for work, so it all comes out in the wash.” I shrug and watch as he sets the dryer aside and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror.

  “Are you tired?” he asks.

  “Exhausted. You must be too.”

  He nods and kisses my hair. These men are forever touching and kissing me. I
haven’t had this much affection in . . . well, ever.

  Just then my stomach growls loudly, making us laugh.

  “I guess I’m hungry too.”

  “Then we’d better feed you. Come on.” He takes my hand and leads me into the master bedroom where Kevin is just throwing pillows onto the freshly-made bed. “We need food.”

  “Thank God, I’m fucking starving.” Kevin smiles at me and kisses my forehead.

  “Can I pull on one of your shirts?” I ask.

  “Why?” Kevin asks. “We like having you naked.”

  “It would be more comfortable to eat with something on,” I reply.

  “Of course.” Gray pulls me behind him to his room. His room is a bit messier than Kevin’s. He crosses to a dresser and pulls out a blue T-shirt with the fire station emblem on it.

  “It’s a little big,” I say with a laugh after I’ve pulled it on. But it’s comfortable and it smells like Gray. I pull it up to my nose and take in a deep breath. “Smells good.”

  “You look good in my shirt,” he says softly and kisses my forehead. “Let’s feed you.”

  Kevin and Gray’s home is beautiful. “How long have you lived here?”

  “About a year,” Gray replies as he leads me downstairs. “We had it built.”

  “I love it.” The living room is typical for two men, big TV, comfortable furniture. The kitchen, however, is amazing. “I love this kitchen.”

  The cabinets are honey blonde wood with redwood trim. The stainless steel appliances gleam and the dark granite is smooth and wide, with plenty of work space.

  “Do you like to cook?” Kevin asks. He’s already pulled food out of the fridge and is cracking eggs. “I hope omelets are okay.”

  “Sounds perfect,” I reply as Gray nods and pours us all some juice. “Yes, I can cook. I used to cook with my grandmother all the time when I was a kid.”

  “How are you at omelets?” Kevin asks with a cocky grin.

  “I make the best omelet in the world.”

  “Prove it.” He backs away from the stove and Gray bends over in laughter.

  “Don’t fall for it! He’s just trying to get out of cooking.”

  “I don’t mind.” I shrug and quickly finish cracking the eggs and set about the task. “They’re actually easy. The trick is knowing when to fold them over. You don’t want to do it too soon or it’ll be runny and I hate raw eggs.” I shudder at the thought and plate the first omelet and pass it to Gray.