Stranded by Jaymie Holland Page A

murmured.
    Warmth traveled through her at the compliment
and the sincerity in their eyes. Dawson pressed his hand against
her shoulder blades and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts
up again for Holden’s pleasure and her own. Dawson drew away from
her.
    She looked at Dawson, her lips parted and wet
from the kiss. “I don’t know if I can be with you both.” She
hesitated and swallowed. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
    “To be honest, we haven’t, either.” Dawson
pressed his lips to her forehead. “We’re each not the sharing type
of men, but with you…”
    “You bring out another side in each of us.”
Holden ran his finger along her jawline, somehow making her feel
claimed. She turned her gaze to meet his. “Dawson and I talked
about it, and we want to give you pleasure like you’ve never had
before.”
    Her heart beat faster to hear the words
coming from him. “I can’t believe how much I want you both.” Her
voice came out breathy and strained, and she felt the heat of
embarrassment at showing how needy she was. Needy for them.
    It was as if her words ignited a fire inside
each of them. Holden pulled off her ponytail holder, dropped it,
and slid his fingers through her hair. The contact of the pads of
his fingers along her scalp was electrifying.
    Dawson slipped his palms down her bare back
to her waist. “Let’s get the rest of your clothes off.” His hands
were sure as he grasped her by her hips and helped her stand.
    When she was on her feet, she looked down at
the men who were still sitting on the floor as Dawson tugged the
sweatpants over her hips, to the floor. She stepped out of them,
bracing one hand on Holden’s shoulder as Dawson removed each of her
socks, too.
    The way they looked at her made her feel like
a treasure. She felt no embarrassment at being naked in front of
the men while they were fully clothed. The way that they were
looking at her caused power to flow through her at the thought that
they wanted her so much.
    Dawson moved to his knees and pulled his
shirt over his head, flinging it over the couch. She took in his
wolf and paw print tattoos, knowing that she would finally get the
opportunity to touch and trace them like she’d been longing to.
    Holden surged to his feet and kicked off his
shoes before pulling his T-shirt over his head then ditching it.
She loved the lacy swirls of the complicated tattoo on his chest
and planned to explore it, too.
    “Come here.” Holden gestured to the button of
his jeans.
    The natural sway of her hips attracted
Holden’s and Dawson’s attention as she moved toward Holden and both
men’s gazes were like fire on her skin. When she reached Holden,
she eased to her knees and moved her fingers to the button on his
jeans. Her fingers were deft as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled
down the zipper.
    She pushed his jeans and his boxer briefs
over his hips, freeing his erection. She didn’t wait for him to
take them all the way off before she grasped his cock in her hands.
His erection was thick and long, enough to make her mouth water.
Pre-come beaded on the head and the need to taste him was nearly
overwhelming. She heard the sound of him sucking in his breath,
which was enough to make her smile before she lowered her head and
licked the pre-come. The taste was salty and masculine and made her
want more.
    “Damn.” His body jerked and he hissed out his
breath. He pushed her hair away from her face and she looked up at
him as she swirled her tongue around his erection, enjoying the
pained look on his expression. He pushed her head down gently and
she slipped him into her mouth.
    From the corner of her eye she caught Dawson
watching, the bulge in his jeans telling her just how much it was
turning him on to watch her go down on his cousin.
    She’d missed being with a man. She loved
going down on a man’s cock and the feel of him, the taste of him,
the softness and the hardness. He groaned as she applied pressure
and suction