Stranded by Jaymie Holland Page B

while she moved her head up and down, taking him deeper
and deeper with every movement until the head of his cock bumped
the back of her throat. The sense of power continued to rise inside
her. She loved this feeling, loved pleasing him, and she wanted to
do the same for Dawson.
    With a low growl, Dawson knelt behind her,
pressing his chest against her back. As she sucked Holden, Dawson
stroked her body, easing his hands from her shoulders to her
breasts, lightly skimming her nipples with his palms. Goose bumps
broke out on her skin from his touch.
    His touches were so sensual they caused her
to moan and make a humming sound, the vibration traveling through
Holden’s cock, causing him to suck in his breath. He seemed to
forget everything but her mouth on him as he grasped her hair in
his hands and started thrusting, fucking her mouth with his deep
penetrating movements.
    She took it. She took all of it. And loved
it.
    Dawson slid his hand down her belly, moving
it beyond to the soft patch of hair on her mound. He slipped his
fingers into her folds. She tensed at the sensation of his fingers
sliding into her wetness, a wildness coming over her body that made
her grind her hips against his hand.
    Holden pulled his cock out of her mouth and
when she met his gaze, she saw a fire in his eyes that made all the
sensations in her body double in magnitude.
    Dawson stroked her clit harder from behind,
pinching on one of her nipples with his other hand. He stopped and
she nearly screamed from missing his touch.
    She looked over her shoulder to see Dawson
tugging off his socks and starting to unbutton his jeans. She
turned her gaze to Holden who had stripped out of his jeans and
stood in front of her. His body was perfection that she wanted to
own, from his chiseled chest and shoulders, to his sculpted biceps
and powerful arms.
    Holden took her hand and helped her to her
feet. “Come on, baby. Let’s get off this floor and go someplace
more comfortable.”
    Her heart beat faster and she looked at
Dawson to see that he was naked now, too. She couldn’t have asked
for two finer examples of the male species than what was right in
front of her.
    Dawson rested his palm on her ass and Holden
gripped her hand as they walked to the master bedroom. Her belly
fluttered as they entered the room.
    Oh, my God. They were really doing
this. Holden swept her off her feet, causing her to gasp before he
laid her on the middle of the soft comforter on the king-sized bed.
It brought her to eye level with their cocks and washboard abs and
a hunger burned deep inside her. Holden eased onto the bed on one
side of her while Dawson moved close to her on the opposite
side.
    She was surrounded by warm, hard male flesh.
Her chest tightened and a moment of panic threatened to overwhelm
her.
    It must have shown on her face. “Are you all
right?” Holden stroked her cheek with his knuckles, the movement
slow and sensual, easing some of her panic.
    Dawson slid his fingers through her hair and
her scalp prickled with awareness. “We don’t have to do this. We
don’t want you to feel seduced into doing something you don’t want
to.”
    For a moment she hesitated, her mind
processing what the men had just said. She looked from Holden to
Dawson and wondered why her body had chosen this moment to give her
a flash of panic when she wanted it so badly.
    She put confidence in her voice. “I want
this. So stop talking and start doing.”
    Dawson grinned and Holden’s eyes narrowed,
dark passion in the green depths.
    “Your wish is my command.” Dawson slid his
leg over hers, pinning her down. He laid his hand on her belly as
he nuzzled her ear, nipping her earlobe before darting his tongue
inside her ear.
    She shivered at the tickle and tingles that
went through her and then Holden took control of her mouth and
kissed her as he fondled one nipple. Dawson teased the other nipple
with his fingertips as Holden kissed her.
    Having two men touching her, kissing her,