Double or Nothing by N.J. Walters Page A

ideas. Remy was dead serious about stripping her and fucking her into oblivion. And after last night, she knew that he and Wes could do just that.
    She glanced at Wes, but he didn’t say anything. His jaw was tense, his eyes narrowed as he watched her face. She could appeal to Wes and he’d stop Remy.
    But did she really want to stop him? That was the real question.
    Cherry closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was so confused about her feelings for these men. Her life was in such turmoil with the death of her father and the subsequent problems it left her to deal with. There was so much legal work and paperwork to deal with, so many details that needed handling at the ranch, so much to do. This was not the time to get into any kind of serious relationship, let alone one with two men.
    That was what bothered her the most. She had feelings for both Wes and Remy. Deep feelings. They seemed okay with sharing her now, but what about a month from now, a year from now. Could she truly love two men enough to make all of them happy?
    “Cherry?” Remy’s deep voice started a trembling deep inside her body. Chill bumps raced down her arms. “Look at me, darlin’.” She opened her eyes and stared into concerned blue eyes. The scar on his left cheek seemed whiter than usual. “Everything will be okay.” She didn’t know how he could promise such a thing, but she was willing to go along with it, for now.
    He reached for the fastening of her jeans and glanced at his brother. “You helping?”
    Wes stirred and toed off his boots before removing his shirt. Cherry swallowed hard as the broad expanse of Wes’ tanned chest was exposed. Her fingers ached to touch him, but that was impossible because she was tied to the bed. She tugged on her bonds but knew it was no use. She wasn’t getting loose until they set her free. The leather wrapped around her wrists didn’t hurt, but it was a reminder that she was totally at their mercy.
    Wes slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse, one button at a time. Remy wasn’t nearly as patient. He yanked her jeans down her legs and off, leaving her almost bare from her waist down.
    “Her bra closes in the back.” Wes’ casual comment had Remy reaching down into his boot. He came back with a small, but sharp knife.
    “Use this.” Remy handed the blade to his brother. Wes carefully placed the flat of the cool steel against her skin and flicked upward, slicing the thin band of her bra. The cups pulled back, exposing her breasts.
    Cherry’s breath caught in her throat as the knife was withdrawn. He’d cut her bra with a knife. Sexual excitement warred with nervousness. This was crazy.
    If she didn’t trust them as much as she did, she’d be worried right about now. Instead, excitement and anticipation shot through her.
    She licked her dry lips and started to speak, but before a word could leave her lips, Wes leaned down and captured one of her breasts, taking the turgid nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His short hair brushed against her sensitive skin, electrifying the entire area.
    Cherry cried out and her hips canted upward. Remy chose that moment to pull her panties down her hips and off. Her eyes flew downward, past Wes to Remy. He captured her gaze easily, holding it while he removed his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. He stripped slowly and methodically until he was naked.
    Damn, he was one fine-looking man. Thick, roped muscles corded his arms and legs. His chest was wide and lightly furred. But it was what jutted from between his thighs that captured her attention. His cock was hard and erect, the broad head dark and damp.
    Remy wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped several times. Cherry panted for breath, wondering what he would do next.
    He crawled between her legs, widening them with the sheer bulk of his shoulders until her thighs were as wide as they could go. He released her gaze and lowered it to stare at her pussy. She was hot all over, not with