What does she have to do with any of this?
Heat comes back to the bed, his eyes hungry, lust-filled, but also something else that I’m not sure how to describe. “Will you help him for me, baby? He needs to get the built-up energy out of him, otherwise it’ll kill him.”
“You know . . .”
“I know, McKenna. He’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you, baby. He’s not going to fuck you. But he’s going to watch me fuck you. And you’re gonna suck him off.”
A thrill rushes through me at the thought. I’d seen pornos of women doing just that, and it was always those movies that I always got off on the most with my little bullet toy.
“Way your lips parted and your eyes dilated, you’re good with this?” Heat’s gruff voice doesn’t help the situation. “You like the idea of taking two men?” He pulls the sheet down, exposing my naked form, his hand going between my legs, cupping my drenched pussy, and smirks. “My little virgin is drenched at the thought.”
“Virgin,” Brimstone croaks.
“All mine, brother.” Heat chuckles without looking over at Brimstone, and continues. “I think since my woman here likes the idea, we might need to change tactics and do more than her sucking you off.”
Oh my.
My jaw drops. I’m both shocked and insanely turned on at the idea of what Heat’s suggesting. I’ve never been with one man before today, and now Heat wants me to do more than just with him?
It’s to help Brimstone, though.
“I . . .” My voice catches in my throat as I look between Heat and Brimstone. Brimstone’s eyes are glowing, actually glowing, a deep amber color that reminds me of whiskey held up to firelight. Magic. It has to be magic building up inside him.
“You don’t have to,” Heat whispers against my ear, his fingers still between my thighs, slowly circling my clit. “Say no, and he leaves.”
“Will it really kill him?” I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips.
I know I won’t say ‘No’. I don’t want to see Brimstone hurt in any way. He’s Heat’s brother. Not by blood, but that has nothing to do with it. It would hurt the man who has quickly taken up so much space in my heart. I trust Heat equivalently and know he’d never do anything to hurt me or degrade me in any shape or form.
“Yeah, baby, it will.”
“Then it’s okay with me.”
Heat barely lets the last of my agreement out before his mouth is on mine. It’s brief but meaningful.
“Lie back, McKenna. Let Brim and me show you what it’s like to have two men.”
I swallow hard, doing as Heat commands, lying back against the pillows, watching as Brimstone strips his clothes off. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my body is trembling with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. I’ve never done anything like this before.
As much as I enjoyed watching it, it wasn’t something I expected to be able to experience myself.
Now,” I’m about to do just that to help Brimstone out. I have so many questions, but they’ll have to wait for the time being.
Brimstone’s body is nearly as impressive as Heat’s, covered in tattoos, muscles rippling with each movement. The amber glow in his eyes intensifies as he approaches the bed, and I can feel the energy radiating off him in waves. Much stronger than when he first stepped into the room.
“Rules, unlike with the horas, we’re gonna have them,” Heat says firmly, looking at Brimstone. “You don’t kiss her on the mouth. That’s mine alone. You don’t come inside her. Again, that’s mine. And this never leaves the room, understood?”
Brimstone nods, his jaw tight. “Understood, Prez. I set up a barrier. No sound will be heard.”
Heat turns his attention back to me, his fingers still working magic between my legs, driving me close to the edge of my climax. “You got one rule, McKenna, and that’s to tell us if at any time you want us to stop or we’re hurting you.”
I grin at him and nod. “I thought I told you last night I don’t mind if you hurt me.”
“Fuck.” Heat snarls and snatches me back up to claim my mouth. His tongue dives in,tangling with mine. I sink my fingers into his hair, moaning into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss,he keeps his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re perfect, Trouble,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”
My breath catches as I feel the bed dip behind me. Brimstone’s heat radiates against my back, not touching me yet, but close enough that I can sense him there. Heat’s eyes flick over my shoulder, communicating something silently to his brother.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Prez.” Brimstone’s voice is strained, deep and rough like he’s fighting for control.
