Double or Nothing by N.J. Walters Page B

embarrassment, but with arousal. She knew he could see every inch of her pink sex. It was daylight and the drapes were open, allowing in the sunlight.
    “So damn pretty.” Remy traced one thick finger over her slick folds, avoiding touching her clit. Her hips lurched upward, seeking his touch. She pulled on her bonds, wanting to get free so she could touch him.
    Wes tugged on her nipple, carefully using his teeth and tongue to stimulate it. Cherry cried out and thrashed on the mattress, but she could barely move with Wes leaning over her and Remy keeping her legs wide open.
    “What do you want?” Remy asked. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves, drawing a gasp from her. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Her entire body felt as though it were on fire with need. She yearned for more.
    “You. I want you.”
    Wes raised his head, his lips moist, his short hair mussed. An overwhelming tenderness filled her.
    “You too,” she told Wes. “I want you too.”
    He cupped her cheek and rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over her skin. “I always want you, Cherry.”
    The emotion behind his words made her eyes well with tears. Wes leaned down and touched his lips to hers just as Remy sucked on her swollen clit. Her cry was swallowed by Wes’ mouth as he kissed her as though he were a man lost in the desert and she was water.
    Thinking was beyond her. Her skin tingled and her body craved their touch. Wes’ lips dominated hers, taking her breath and all her thoughts. His hands molded her breasts and teased her nipples, arousing and soothing at the same time.
    Between her thighs, Remy ate at her pussy, using his tongue and teeth and lips in a way that had her crying, the sounds incoherent, but their meaning undeniable. Remy thrust one thick finger into her slick channel and she came. A long, low cry released from deep within her. Heat washed over her, claiming her. It was like being tossed in a raging river, rolling wherever the waves took her.
    Her lungs ached, starving for air. Wes pulled back and she gulped for oxygen. Wes soothed and petted her, murmuring low words meant to comfort, but she couldn’t hear any of them over the pounding of her heart in her ears.
    Between her legs, Remy finally released her and raised his head, his stubborn jaw wet with her juices. He licked his lips and she shuddered. Her body was still quivering from her orgasm, but she still wanted more.
    Wes rolled from the bed and shucked his jeans. Remy crawled over her, his dick rubbing her belly as he yanked open the drawer to the bedside table and pulled out a couple of condoms. He tossed one to his brother and they had them on in the blink of an eye.
    Remy gripped her waist and lifted her upward slightly, removing some of the pressure on her bonds. “Roll over,” he commanded.
    Her legs were like jelly, but she managed, coming up on her knees. She rested her head against her bound hands and shivered as another aftershock of pleasure shook her to her core.
    “That shirt has to go.” Wes’ statement made her raise her head as a loud rip filled the room. Air skated over her spine. They’d ripped her blouse right up the back, but the collar held.
    But not for long. Cool metal skimmed along her neck and then the blouse was pulled away. She closed her eyes as they cut the arms off and then the straps of her bra.
    A frisson of fear went through her. As though he knew exactly what she was feeling, Wes leaned down and licked just behind her ear. “Trust us, sugar.” His low whisper settled her nerves. This was Wes and Remy and she trusted them as she’d never trusted another.
    Totally naked and bound, she waited to see what they would do next. She knelt on the mattress in the glorious sunlight streaming through the window, her skin moist with perspiration and the smell of sex filling her nostrils.
    Both men were breathing heavily and then the mattress depressed behind her. Hot breath brushed her neck and then sharp