Men Out of Uniform: Three Novellas of Erotic Surrender Read Free Page B

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 fuck 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 fucking nearly had her panting.
    “But in order to do that, your clothes have to come off,” Truitt murmured just below her ear.
    Rick’s hands slid up her body, tugging gently at her T-shirt. It came free of her denim shorts and he pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra.
    “Pretty,” Truitt said as he leaned back in to nibble at the strap over her shoulder.
    He dragged at the strap, pulling it down her arm while Rick tugged at the button of her shorts.
    “Stand up for just a minute, sweetheart,” Rick said. “Hold on to me so you don’t put weight on that knee. I’ll have you undressed in just a minute and we can take this to the bedroom.”
    Truitt pulled her upward and she braced herself on Rick ’s shoulder while Truitt held her other arm. Rick unzipped her shorts and then parted the waistband, baring the thin silk of her panties.
    Her shorts slid down her legs. Her bra was half on, half off. Rick and Truitt both hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and eased them downward.
    “Damn. Golden, just like the rest of you,” Truitt breathed as he stroked his fingers through the curls between her legs. “Pretty and sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
    Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers curled into Rick’s shoulder as she leaned her weight to her right leg. Rick quickly reached up to unclasp her bra and then he pulled it away, tossing it back onto the couch.
    Before she could think to be self-conscious about her sudden nudity, Truitt rose and gathered her into his arms. He followed Rick down the hall to a bedroom at the end and when he walked inside, he laid her gently on the bed.
    Both men stood over her, greedily devouring her with their gazes. And then they began to undress.
    She lay there, riveted to the sight of them peeling away their clothing. Her breath caught when Truitt tossed his shirt aside and revealed the intricate pattern of tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and over his shoulders. Over the firm expanse of his belly, and around his navel, was a matching swirl of Bengal markings.
    Rick’s body was devoid of tattoos save the one around his right wrist, and she still wondered about its meaning. If you took the time to have words permanently inked onto your skin, they meant something.
    When they both reached for their pants, she forgot to breathe. Truitt was first to shed his jeans and underwear. His cock jutted upward, thick and long. His muscled thighs and lean, rigid abdomen just made him look even bigger and more fearsome.
    Rick was a little slower to work his way out of his jeans, but he was no less impressive when he finally stood naked by the bed. Surrounded by dark, silky hair, his cock extended high toward his navel, impressive in both length and girth.
    Hell, she had no idea what she was going to do with all this cock but she was sure as hell going to have a good time figuring it out.
    Truitt stared down at the golden goddess lying in his bed and it was all he could do to remember his name or how to breathe. From the moment he’d laid eyes on Jessie when she’d started working at the bar he and Rick liked to hang out in,