Lonny had chosen True’s bed, saying he’d be the one to leave when they finished. Like he was leaving a table after a meal. And maybe this really was just his idea of a midnight snack.

Honey found some comfort in that thought. At least, he didn’t have any expectations beyond this day. She had enough for all of them.

Entering True’s bedroom for a second time might have made her feel awkward, but Lonny grabbed her hand and walked in backwards, pulling her along with a tug and that wicked glint in his eyes.

She didn’t have to look behind her to know True was likely glaring daggers Lonny’s way. The thought made her grin. Lonny halted in the middle of the room and dropped her hand only to tug her sweater off one shoulder and nibble at her neck.

His tongue flicked over her skin, his teeth bit gently along the curve.

She giggled when he found a ticklish spot and drew back.

Humor was evident in the crinkled skin beside his green eyes, but his nostrils flared as well, his jaw hardened.

Her breath hitched in response to his arousal, and heat melted her core.

His hands lifted the bottom hem of her garment and dragged it upward.

Since she was braless, the nubby cotton scraped her nipples into peaks that tightened in the cool air.

True had walked farther into the room and leaned against the wall, watching silently as she stood with her arms at her sides and her breasts bared for both men. She should have felt a little shame, but instead, her nudity unleashed her desires. She reached for Lonny’s buckle and slid the leather through the loop.

Lonny laughed and eagerly rucked up his shirt, dragging it over his head. She had his belt off and thumbed open the top button. When she couldn’t tug down the zipper, she knelt in front of him and used both hands to coax it down.

Lonny’s hand petted her hair. Then his fingers dug into her scalp. She grabbed his waistband and pulled down his pants, along with his boxers, not stopping until his cock sprang free in front of her face.

“Might have been easier if you’d started with the boots,” Lonny murmured.

“Easier for whom?” she said, glancing up through her eyelashes. Holding his gaze, she gripped his shaft and pointed his thickened cock at her mouth.

From the corner of her eye, she watched True stir against the wall, uncrossing his feet and muttering. Giving him a sideways glance, she noted his gaze was on her lips, his hands curling and releasing. He was waiting…

Feeling powerful and sexy, she rubbed Lonny’s cap over her lips, enjoying the softness. Then she stuck out her tongue and tasted him, lapping playfully around the head and curling her tongue to lick the underside of the ridge surrounding it.

Lonny’s fingers pulled her hair. “Baby, you’re killing me here.”

“But I’ve only started,” she said, giving him her best Little Miss Innocent glance.

He growled and flexed his hips, driving his cock against her mouth, and she opened, letting him glide inside. He stroked over her tongue, forward and back, his breaths deepening.

She reached one hand around him to cup his ass, and with the other, she palmed his balls, tugging them in rhythm with her forward bobs. He fucked her mouth, and she met his strokes, suctioning hard around him the deeper he came.

The sounds they made were lewd—wet slurps, deep moans. All the while they played, she knew True was watching, listening. She wanted to goad him to do more.

Wrapping her hand around Lonny’s shaft, she began to pump, squeezing hard, her hand moving easily in the moisture she left. She pulled and stroked, faster and faster, sucking harder until Lonny’s fingers dug hard into her scalp, and his thrusts became desperate jerks.

“Baby, pull away,” he whispered. “I’m gonna blow.”

Her mouth full, she gurgled, shook her head, and pumped faster.

He gave a throaty laugh then groaned. The first spurt of semen lashed over her tongue, and she pulled free, still pumping him with her fist and closing her eyes as he striped her face, one hot spurt at a time.

When he stood trembling, breathing hard, she let go of him and rested her ass on her feet, her face still tilted toward him. Cloth brushed her cheeks, rubbing away his sperm. A kiss landed on her mouth, and she opened her eyes to find Lonny smiling softly. “Does he have a clue how good you are?”

Honey grinned. “Not yet.”

True’s entire body was so tight, his cock so hard, he was ready to drive a fist or his dick into something solid to relieve the tension.

Watching Honey swallow his brother’s cock down had been hard enough. To watch the tender scene between them now made his stomach ache.

Lonny kissed her one last time then helped her to her feet. He lifted his chin toward True. “Go undress him while I get the rest of my clothes off.”

Honey didn’t hesitate, turning on her heel to approach him.

True straightened, dropping his arms, wanting to retreat because he didn’t want this, didn’t want an audience, didn’t want to show them both how near to violence he really was.

Her body flowed like honey, hips swaying suggestively, her blue eyes dark and mysterious.

When she stood in front of him, the cherry-colored nipples were close enough to scrape his chest. He stiffened.

She cocked her head to the side, studying his face. He knew he had to look hard-edged and angry. But she didn’t hesitate, reaching for his belt, tugging the tongue free from the buckle and sliding it slowly from the loops. When her fingers went to work on his buttons, she had to break away and watch what she did.

He stared at her bent head, at the sticky cream in her hair that his brother had left as a taunt, and he wanted nothing more than to take her to the ground and fuck her raw.

Instead, he held still, letting her repeat the process of opening and lowering his pants. She knelt in front of him and looked up his body, her cheek sliding along his shaft.

Something in her eyes, something soft and pleading drew his hands from his sides, and he cupped her cheeks. His fingers slid into her hair and centered her on his rigid cock.

The first glide of her tongue was heaven. Nothing less. The second caused him to stab forward, impaling her hot, wet mouth. She breathed loudly through her nose and sucked on him, her tongue and mouth squeezing around him.

True couldn’t tear his gaze away from the woman working his cock so sweetly. His wife had done it because he’d asked. Honey loved it. He could tell by the soft moans she made, by the dreamy lowering of her lids as she sucked.

He’d never felt anything like her soft wet mouth. Never been loved so thoroughly. Watching her, feeling every stab and stroke of her tongue, his balls hardened, drawing closer to his groin. His toes curled inside his boots.

True glanced up and found Lonny lying on his side on the bed, his hand around his dick. When his gaze rose to True’s, he smiled. “She’s something.”

Something straight out of heaven.

Honey came off his cock but continued to pump her fist. “Want me to swallow your come, True? Or do you want to paint me with it?”

“Fuck.”

She smiled. “So, you do know another cuss word, or was that just a statement of your intentions?”

Lonny chuckled, but True was way beyond verbalizing what he wanted. He pushed her hand away from his shaft, fisted himself, then gripped her hair hard and pulled her face toward him. He slid his cock back into her mouth and fed it, inch by inch, until he had to drag his hand away. Then he rocked forward and back, watching his shaft slide into her pink mouth.

She cupped his ass and came up a little higher on her knees, aiming her mouth straight over him and swallowing him down, using the back of her throat to caress him.

It was the sweetest fucking kiss, and he felt it all the way to his toes and back. But she wasn’t through surprising him.

Honey moaned around him, her jaws widened, and then she forced herself farther down his cock.

He’d never been deep-throated. Never heard the likes of the gargling groans she made as she took him down. He stroked once, twice, then felt his balls explode. “Fuck…fuck!”

His come blew through his cock in steady pulses, and she swallowed it greedily, suctioning and pulling more from him, until he finally lowered his heels to the floor and tried to drag her off him.

When his cock slipped from her mouth, she continued to lick his shaft, his balls, tongue-stroking him, lips gliding along his length, until she finally pulled away. Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, she sat back on her haunches and stared up at him.

She wanted praise. He could see it in her expression.

He didn’t know the words to express how he felt. Instead, he hauled her up, hands beneath her arms, and then held her against his chest until his heart slowed. “That was so damn good,” he whispered against her hair.

“Glad you liked it,” she said, laughter in her voice.

“I owe you.”

“You said that before, but I’m not keeping score,” she whispered. “Promise I’m not. Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it. It’s my pleasure.”

Her pleasure. How the hell did he get so lucky? “I don’t deserve you. I was rough with you last night.”

“I thought I blew it, going all weepy on you. It embarrassed me, but you…the way you looked…” She nuzzled against his neck.

He hugged her harder against him. “How’d I look?”

“Like you cared,” she said, her words muffled against his skin.

True closed his eyes, remembering the sick hollow feeling in his chest when he’d seen the cabin consumed by flames. “I do care. I swear I do.”

Her head lifted, and she pressed a kiss beneath his ear. “True?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I want to fuck.”

Her words, gusting against his neck, made him shiver with delight. However, he was spent for now. The little witch really had wrung him dry. His gaze went to his brother. He didn’t want to glance down, but Lonny’s erection was too impressive to ignore. Taking a deep breath to fortify himself, he set Honey away from him, turned her, and slapped her butt to get her moving toward Lonny.

She gasped and glanced over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

True grunted. He hadn’t known either, but he’d liked the sound his palm made against her soft flesh.

Honey slid a knee onto the bed.

Lonny reached for her and pulled her over his body as he lay back. At least, True couldn’t see his brother’s dick anymore. It bothered him more that he was comfortable admitting that.

Lonny glanced over Honey’s shoulder. “True, get on over here. We’re ready to play and need another set of hands.”

True closed his eyes. He could do this and not make an ass of himself. And truthfully, he was more than a little intrigued about how Honey was going to handle two men. She talked big, but he’d seen her less than confident.

Lonny had her draped over him, his hands planted on her soft ass, kneading her as he kissed her mouth.

Her feet stretched, her toes curled, her bottom sank as she ground against Lonny’s cock.

True climbed onto the mattress and pulled her toes.

She chuckled and looked back. “You wanted my attention?”

“I want a sight more than that,” he ground out.

She turned back to Lonny. “Did I tell you how much I love it when he growls at me?”

Lonny smiled and lifted his head to kiss her again, and then he rolled, coming over her body. He straddled her waist and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head.

A frown wrinkled her forehead. “I told you I don’t like being restrained.”

“Maybe you never had the right guys making you stay put. We’ll give you plenty to touch.”

She bit her bottom lip and glanced over at True.

He sat, one arm around a bent knee, pretending he wasn’t ready to grab Lonny by the scruff of the neck and pitch him to the floor.

“We owe you a turn,” Lonny said. “No matter what you told True.” He climbed off her then crawled toward the head of the bed. He pulled Honey up until her back rested against his belly. His hands slid over her belly and swept upward to cup her breasts.

When he raised his head, he dared True to make the next move.

True knew exactly what he wanted to do. Taste every inch of her.

He grabbed Honey’s ankles and forced apart her legs and climbed between them. Smoothing his hands up and down her soft thighs, he watched her skin rise in gooseflesh. Watched her sex clasp and open. She was wet, ready to be taken.

He bent and cupped her belly, skimmed over the fine hairs, and dipped a fingertip into her belly button.

Lonny smacked her breast, causing her to gasp and squirm. True aimed a glare at his brother but was caught by Honey’s expression. Her eyelids dipped, her pink mouth formed an O.

On his hands and knees, he climbed up her body, nestled a knee beside her hip and dipped to mouth her nipple.

Lonny cupped her, plumping up her breast, and held still while True latched onto the quivering tip and drew it into his mouth. He sucked hard, stretching the nubbin. Then he gently chewed, enjoying the sounds she made, low, pain-edged moans, loving the way she writhed and fought Lonny’s restraint as he clasped her wrists again and held them out to her sides.

True rooted at her breast, nuzzling his face into the soft cushiony globe, and then worked his way over to the other breast to torture her some more.

Honey let out a breathy laugh. “I didn’t know you two were sadists.”

“That pleases you?” Lonny said slyly.

“I didn’t know it would, but… Fuuuck…”

The last word stretched as True bit her nipple and tugged it, pulling it outward then releasing it to spring back.

Her one thigh he didn’t have bracketed rose, hugging him, and she rolled her hip side-to-side, as though trying to comfort herself.

True gripped her upper thigh and lay it down, opening her wider beneath him, and scooted down the bed, nibbling and licking his way across her ribs, along the gentle curve of her belly. He tongued her belly button then gave her sharper flicks as he made his way to her soft mound.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “Lonny, let me go.”

Lonny stretched her arms upward, forcing her back to arch, pulling her belly taut.

True pushed apart her thighs and laid his hands against the tender insides to force them wider still, until her inner lips opened, revealing her entrance.

He sank his face into the crease between her right labia and thigh and licked along the line, then the side of her smooth feminine fold. “You shave?” he murmured against her.

“Wax…it lasts longer,” she moaned.

He fingered the soft bristles that clung to the edges of her outer labia. “I think I’d like to see you completely bare.”

“I’ll mention it to the attendant at my salon.”

“Maybe you’ll let me shave you.”

Lonny chuckled. “Her pussy’s wet, True. Quit teasing her. She’s rubbing her butt so hard against my cock I might not last.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your hard-on, brother.”

His own cock was thickening, but he concentrated on Honey’s geography, spreading her outer lips and running a finger along the pink flesh he bared. Then he ruffled the edges of her inner labia, noting how they resembled flowers petals. But they didn’t smell as innocently sweet. He dragged in the scent of her musk, stroked his tongue between her delicate lips, and caught the cream oozing from inside her.

He’d never thought much about oral sex. He knew his way around a woman’s pussy, but he’d never been this fascinated. Her response to his exploration, the breathy moans and subtle pump of her hips, fed his own arousal. He sank two fingers inside her, testing the fit, learning the texture of her inner tissues, rubbing around until he stroked over the spot that caused her to cry out and jerk upward. “That it, baby? Did I find it?”

“Again…right there…please, True.”

He rubbed her again, memorized the depth, then slowly withdrew.

Her mournful cry made him smile. When he glanced up, Lonny smiled too, although his face was tight and strained.

True had had enough.

He came to his knees, laid his hands on her thighs and stroked her with his thumbs while he waited for her eyes to open.

When she peeked between her lashes, he said, “Just how far do you want to take this?”