Adamant Spirits

Chapter 2

Two

I stood and pulled the robe back on. My bra and panties were still damp from the rain, so I hung them over the back of a chair beside the fire.

I took my glass, the bowl of chips and the salsa into the living room and plonked them down on a table in front of the TV. Assuming Elliot wouldn’t mind, I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.

Like the salsa, the living room contained three different places to sit.

“Who has beanbags anymore?” I poked it with my toe. I didn’t need to try it to know it would be too soft. Or, more specifically, too comfortable. Once I was down in its warm, snuggly embrace, I would never want to get out again.

Beside it was a huge recliner, which looked big enough to sleep in quite nicely if the footrest lifted all the way out.

I perched on the edge and tugged the handle. The footrest moved slightly, but that was all. Added to that, the leather was hard under my ass. I might enjoy pain, but not when it came to seating.

I shrugged and moved over to the couch. I wriggled my rear and smiled. This was more like it. I drew my legs up and stretched out. The couch was so long, my feet didn’t reach the other side. My head fit neatly in a dent in the plush armrest. If any of the brothers lay on this often enough to have left it, he must be tall. I wondered if he was big in other places.

I shook my head. Since when was I so damned horny? Maybe it was the sound of rain on the roof, or the margaritas. Or perhaps it was because I was in a place where no one knew me and so far, no one yet judged me for anything I did. Plenty of people would have taken exception to me walking into their house and making themselves at home.

“Ah, El said we had a visitor.” A voice, even deeper than Elliot’s, spoke suddenly.

Like his brother, he had damp hair and bright blue eyes. He was taller though, by at least half a head.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of the chair.

“I’m Theo Dare.” He sat down beside me and snagged a handful of tortilla chips.

I blinked. “Theodore?”

He gave me the cutest, lopsided smile. “Yes, my name is Teddy Dare. You see why I prefer Theo?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Teddy is pretty cute. Who doesn’t like to snuggle up to a Teddy?”

He looked surprised, but put a hand on my ankle. His touch sent shivers up and down my body and left an ache between my legs.

“So, what are we watching?” He asked it so easily, as if I wasn’t some complete stranger who had camped on his couch. I assumed it was his, since it fit his height.

I blushed. “I was looking for some kind of trashy romance, like a romcom.”

“Oh, I like those.” He shoved a couple of chips into his mouth.

“You do?” I asked.

He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

I made a zipping gesture across my mouth. “Your secret is safe with me.” I took a sip and ate a chip before I said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” His hand moved farther up my leg, under the hem of the robe.

I swallowed. “Which is your salsa, hot or bland?”

“Bland?” He pouted playfully and stopped moving his hand. “Is that what it is?”

Now I felt silly. And rude. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Who said you offended me? Maybe that’s Damon’s salsa.”

“So, you prefer it hot?”

He hand resumed moving upward. He caressed the place at the back of my knee.

“I like it hot, but hot doesn’t like me,” he replied. “I like my food simple.”

“I see. But you have the best seat in the house.”

He grinned. “Indeed I do.” His hand reached my thigh. He stroked the skin inside my leg and moved slowly toward my core.

Perhaps I should have hesitated, but I parted my legs for him.

He looked surprised again, but ran a hand lightly over my s*x. With the other, he undid my robe and opened it out.

“Now this is the kind of hot I like.” He stretched out beside me and licked my n****e like a dog lapping at a treat.

I arched my back, already aroused as if I hadn’t already f****d his brother. I chewed my lip. Did he know about that? I had a feeling he did, but didn’t care.

“Hot and bad.” He sucked my n****e so hard it hurt, then bit down until I cried out.

“You don’t like bad girls?” I never considered myself to be one. Maybe I was and I just didn’t know it until now. Not that there was anything bad about enjoying s*x, but I’d been here for maybe two hours and was about to screw a second guy. I had never been so excited or felt so free in my life.

“I love bad girls.” He peeled the robe off my arms and rolled me over onto my stomach. He pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the floor. From somewhere, possibly under the couch, he pulled a slim stick of wood.

“I love making them behave,” he whispered hoarsely. He sat up and brought the stick down hard on my ass.

The stinging pain brought tears to my eyes, but I was so aroused by now I was almost panting.

“You like that, hmmm?” he asked. “Do you want some more?”

“Please,” I whispered.

No sooner had I spoken than he brought the stick down again and again. Four strokes, five. My ass must be red by now, but the pain was exquisite.

He put the stick aside and pushed two fingers inside me. Just as rough as before, he thrust them in and out, jolting my body back and forth.

“Come for me,” he growled.

As if my body was somehow forced to obey his words I moaned and came, bucking and writhing against the couch.

He pulled his fingers free, tugged my legs apart and slammed his c**k into me.

“I’m not such a cuddly Teddy now, am I?” he said in my ear.

I laughed softly. “You’re the hottest Teddy I’ve ever met.”

“You better believe it.” He pulled all the way out, then pounded in again, over and over. When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out and dipped his fingers inside me. Using my own juices for lubrication, he slipped his fingers inside my rear hole. He wiggled them around until my muscles relaxed.

“I’m going to f**k you in here,” he told me.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

He positioned himself, then slowly slid into my ass. “You feel amazing,” he whispered. “You are amazing. You should be f****d all night and day.” He started moving slowly, then gradually faster. Every stroke was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.

I moaned into the couch.

“I’m going to come,” he said, his voice rough. A moment later his hot c*m squirted into my rear hole, filling me with so much heat I came again, more intense than before.

He pounded into me a few more times, then sagged, his weight on top of me.

“Gods, woman, where did you even come from?”

I laughed softly, but couldn’t reply until he rolled off me and turned me over. He drew me into his arms and we lay like that, one of his hands firmly on my breast. Like his brother, I felt the strangest sensation, like we were connected together somehow.

I told him about my job. He too had a strange reaction to the mention of bears. Like with Elliot, his expression passed quickly, so I dismissed it. It was probably nothing anyway.

“So, what brings you guys out here?” I asked. “We’re a long way from pretty much everything.”

While he toyed with my n****e, he nodded. “That’s the idea. It’s a long story though. Maybe we can tell you about it over dinner?”

I nodded. “All right.” I was intrigued by all three guys and I hadn’t even met the third one yet. “I’d like that.”

“It’s my turn to cook, worse luck.” He grimaced.

“Yes, it is.”

I didn’t hear Elliot return, but he now stood in the doorway, eyes raking down my naked body. He didn’t look even slightly bothered by what he saw.

I couldn’t remember having ever met guys who weren’t jealous of each other, or who were happy to share a woman. For some reason, that drew me to them more than ever. There was something about them that made me feel as if I knew them for years. The more I knew, the more I wanted to know.

Was it even possible to fall in love with more than one person at first sight? Okay, maybe it wasn’t love, but the attraction was strong and undeniable. I hated the idea I would have to leave when my car was fixed. For tonight, however, I would enjoy myself.

Elliot walked over to offer me his hand. I stood, with Theo’s hand on my ass, and Elliot brushed his lips over mine. I had the strangest sensation they were both claiming me as theirs. Or was I claiming them?

Either way, I snagged the robe off the floor and both brothers helped me back into it. Their attention was firmly fixed on me. This wasn’t about s*x, this was something more. Something deeper.

“Come on, I’ll get you some wine while he cooks,” Elliot said. “Don’t worry, we’re all good cooks. Even Damon, although he’ll never admit it.”

I licked my lips. “Great, I’m getting hungry again.”

“Me too,” Elliot agreed. “Me too.” He took my hand and led me back toward the kitchen.