“No, sweetheart. You’re mistaken about one thing. We might agree to be your sex toys, but we’re taking charge,” Kansas said in a smooth voice.
“Dakota?” His name was a question.
“Afraid he’s right.” Dakota’s warm breath drifted against her neck. “You’ll get your pleasure and unwind enough to sleep but it will happen on our schedule.”
Renee frowned, thinking back to Matto. He’d followed some of her orders.
“Non-negotiable, honey,” Dakota said. “Strip.”
Renee’s forehead squeezed tight, and she consciously inhaled to control her mind and body. The scowl fell away as did her pique and confusion. Silly, really. Why would she fight them on this when she sensed the awaiting pleasure? Bottom line—even after their short acquaintance, she trusted them. More than she’d trusted anyone outside of her army mates.
She stepped away from Dakota, her hands going to her heavy jacket. Dakota and Kansas ogled her with expectation and a buzz started in her chest, tendrils writhing down to her pussy. She didn’t try to tease or taunt, yet by the time she stood in her bra and panties, arousal dampened her folds and her nipples were hard peaks, signaling her mindset.
“Nice,” Dakota whispered.
“Too skinny,” Kansas said. “You work too hard and miss too many lunches.”
Renee blinked and stared at Kansas. Sexual heat darkened his eyes to almost black. While his words were on the mean side, she thought it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. He cared about her health, and by proxy, he cared about her.
“Imbecile,” Dakota shot at his twin.
“Truthful,” Kansas flung back. He cupped his erection, the one pressing against his jeans. “Does this look like a man who finds you unattractive? All I’m saying is you need to take care of yourself.” He glanced at Dakota. “A job for me.”
Renee grinned, and the tension left the room. Kansas was kind of cute with earnest etched into his striking masculine face. He had the tact of a charging bull elephant, but somehow the quirk was endearing. “I was wondering how we’re going to manage with single beds.”
“Easy,” Kansas said with confidence. “We’ll arrange ourselves in one cozy pile.”
“A big-ass bed is always better,” Dakota commented. “But we’ll make do with what we have. Want to change your mind?”
“And miss out on this sex-fest? No, never.” Renee struggled to keep a straight face. Sex and laughter—a brilliant combination. Matto had made her laugh too.
“Thank you, God,” Kansas said with bubbling joy. He flung off his clothes, not stopping at his black boxer-briefs. He shoved those down his powerful thighs and gave his cock a quick caress.
Kansas guided her to the closest bed. “Can I take these off?”
“Sure. Please don’t rip anything. Lingerie isn’t easy to come by in Churchill.”
He turned her back to him to unclip her bra. Next, he tugged her panties down her legs, holding her arm so she could step out of them. He placed her lingerie on the brown chair, something she noted with approval. Sure beat tossing them willy-nilly. That kind of carelessness made a quick getaway difficult.
Dakota wrapped his arms around her torso and claimed a kiss. It was unhurried and started off slowly before morphing into hungry and intense. He stroked his tongue against hers, lazily tangling them in a sensual dance.
Kansas stepped behind her, and warmth enveloped her. She relaxed as Kansas planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck. One cock brushed her belly while another pressed into the small of her back.
Both big men, they made her aware of her femininity and yet gave her a sense of safety. Her breath eased out in satisfaction as a hand shaped one breast. The tweak of a nipple sent pleasure surging to her sex.
“Let’s move this to a bed,” Dakota whispered.
“Should we take bets about how many of us end up on the floor?” Renee teased.
“We would never let you fall,” Kansas said. “I’d hate to see a bruise on this pretty skin. It’s so smooth.”
“Smells good. Is that lavender?” Dakota asked.
“My one indulgence,” Renee said. “Lavender is meant to help sleep and relaxation.”
Dakota lifted her with ease and placed her on the mattress. The two men squeezed onto the bed, one on either side of her. They were right. They did fit, but one ambitious move would send one or more of them tumbling off the narrow bed.
“At least I’m in the middle.”
