Her Tiger Twins Page 3

She knew she’d regret it if she let this opportunity go. She hit reply, typing a short message letting them know that she was absolutely free to meet them that night. She hit send before she could change her mind.

  Your place or ours?

  Their reply was immediate.

  “This is really going to happen,” she muttered under her breath.

  Mine, she replied, giving them her phone number and address, and hitting send again.

  Be there at 8:30.

  She stared at the response for a few beats. It was happening, and it was happening soon. Glancing at the clock, she almost sprang out of her office chair. She had a little over two hours to get ready. She looked around her home, wondering if she should have gone to their place. Her house was nice, but it was quaint and cozy.

  The bedrooms were large, but she’d only bothered to decorate two of them; the master bedroom, complete with a garden tub in the enormous bathroom and the smallest room, which she used as her office. She was pretty sure it was meant to be a nursery, but it worked out well for her.

  Small, with a single, high window and a small closet, it was exactly what she needed to keep her focus while she worked. What was even better was its position in the house; right next to her room. After a long night of work, she could stumble out the door, straight to her bed.

  The living room, dining room and kitchen were actually quite lovely, decorated straight out of a catalog. She straightened up quickly, moving through the house quickly and wondering what had possessed her to invite strangers into her home. She'd invited sexy, twin weretigers into her home.

  “You’ve lost your damn mind,” she muttered, stripping out of her clothes and tossing them in the hamper before jumping into the shower.

  She should have thought this through, but it was much too late for that now. Once she was showered and dressed, and as ready as she was going to get in such a short time, she curled up on the couch with a book. Her soft, pink floral dress stopped just below her knees, delicate straps too thin for a bra.

  She considered changing but decided against it. Tonight was about sex, and she wouldn’t be going out in public. Besides, the feel of her bare nipples brushing up against the soft fabric was deliciously naughty, which was what the night was all about.

  She made a valiant effort to lose herself in the story while she waited, but she ended up reading the same page more than once before moving forward and repeating the entire process over and over again. She was so nervous and excited.

  Too soon, yet somehow not soon enough, there was a quiet knock on the door. She looked out the peephole, sucking in her breath when a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes stared at her through the tiny looking glass.

  She unlocked the door, stepping back and smiling. She was trembling with excitement when they stepped in, each holding a single rose.

  “I’m Jacob,” the first man said, handing her a vibrant red, orange and yellow rose.

  She admired it, twisting the thornless stem in her fingers as she did so.

  “It’s called Arizona sunset,” Jacob offered.

  He smiled, and the slight dimple she’d noticed in the picture was evident on his face.

  Good, she thought, now I can tell them apart.

  Jacob leaned towards her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek that sent shivers up and down her spine. He smelled wonderful, his cologne subtle enough that he had to be nearly against her before she could smell it. He smiled again and stepped away, giving Dylan space.

  “I’m Dylan,” the second twin said, kissing her on the opposite cheek and placing the lavender rose in her hand. “I don’t think that rose has a name, it’s just light purple and I thought it was pretty.”

  Nervous laughter bubbled out of Samantha’s throat and Dylan smiled.

  “Relax,” he said, “nothing has to happen tonight. We can get to know each other first and worry about the rest another night.”

  Samantha nodded, a little surprised that she was disappointed at the thought of waiting until another night to enjoy the twins. As nervous as she was, she wasn’t about to turn them down.

  “I’ll be fine,” she said, returning his smile before she turned to put the roses in a small vase from the cupboard.

  “You have a beautiful home,” Jacob said. “It’s already dark, but it looks like you have a nice sized property along the tree line.”

  “I do. It’s amazing. I jog in the woods a few times a week. There’s hiking and beautiful waterfalls. It really is paradise. If you guys want, we can check it out in the morning.”

  She trailed off, realizing her mistake and blushing.

  “I’m sorry. I know this is a no strings attached kind of thing. It’s up to you, I was-”

  Dylan held up her hand to stop her explanation.

  “Don’t worry about it. If we stay the night, we’d love to go hiking and explore with you.”

  Jacob smiled his agreement.

  “It’s not often we get to be more than some fantasy plaything for a quick evening.”

  “Not that we mind,” Dylan winked at Samantha.

  Dylan and Jacob sat on the large couch and made themselves at home, watching her move about the room. She poured them each a glass of wine and handed it to them after pouring herself a generous serving.

  “Are you guys hungry? I could whip up something really quick.”

  Dylan reached out to her, lifting the wine glass out of her hand and setting it down on the coffee table next to his untouched glass. He took her hand in his, pulling her close until she was on his lap, staring into his eyes.

  “I can feel you trembling,” he said softly. He brushed one dark, curly strand out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Are you scared or just excited?”

  “Both, if I’m being honest. This is happening a little quicker than I thought it would.”

  “Do you want us to leave?” he asked, still running his fingers through her damp hair.

  “No, of course not.”

  “I mean it when I say that nothing had to happen if you’re not ready. We have all night. There’s no rush.”

  His free arm was wrapped around her, large hand resting on her hip. His touch stoked a fire deep within her, and she felt her body responding in spite of her nervousness. She glanced at Jacob, who was reclining against the back of the couch, sipping his wine and watching her as his brother carefully drew her out of her shell.

  “This dress is pretty. It brings out your eyes and other…attributes.”

  Dylan’s fingers slipped beneath the strap, sliding it down on her shoulder a few inches, his eyes locked on the fabric straining to hold her jutting nipples in check.

  “Your body betrays you,” Jacob said from his seat not far away, a soft laugh in the statement. “You may be nervous, but you want it.”

  Dylan continued caressing her, watching her face as he moved closer and closer to her breast.

  “Is he right, sweet Samantha? Do you want it? Do you want us?”

  His lips parted, his smoldering eyes boring into the very depths of her soul.

  “I want you, both of you,” she whispered.

  Dylan trailed tender kisses up her arm, across her shoulders and up the side of her neck. She shivered, the heat building inside of her. His hand was on her breast now, squeezing gently, one rough thumb passing over her nipple through the thin fabric, teasing it until it grew harder.

  His mouth was at her ear now, her breath coming in short little gasps.

  “Tell me what you need, Samantha.”

  “I need you.”

  “Where,” he kissed her ear lobe, “do you need me?”

  “Inside me.”

  He tugged at her nipple, cradling her in his free arm when she let her head fall back and a low groan escaped from her throat. She heard Jacob set his glass down, and felt him, more than saw him, come over to where they were sitting. He turned her on Dylan’s lap, sitting in front of her on a low ottoman, his large hands on her knees.

  Dylan wrapped his arms around he
r, kissing the back of her neck, one large hand on each breast, squeezing and teasing her. She could feel the length of him, rigid and pressing against the small of her back.

  Jacob’s eyes were locked on hers as his hands slowly worked the hem of her dress higher and higher. Samantha opened her legs to him, but he smiled and shook his head, slowly pushing her knees back together.

  “Not so fast, sweet thing. We have plans for you, and you’re not getting off that easily.”

  He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, his hands digging into her outer thighs with just enough force that it was pleasurable as he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his.

  Legs held tightly together, Samantha was in agony, her need overpowering the last bit of restraint she possessed. Her fear and nervousness from earlier disappeared, leaving nothing but the primal, lusty version of herself behind. She wanted Jacob and Dylan, and she wanted them now.

  “Please?” she begged, the single syllable heavy with meaning.

  “Shh,” Dylan whispered in her ear. “Let us show you what you’ve been missing.”

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak anymore. Her heart was racing, every nerve in her body on edge with the desire that was building within her at record speed. The twins were not going to be rushed and Samantha realized all too soon that she was only prolonging the sweet torture by trying to hurry them along.

  Her head fell back against Dylan’s shoulder, face turned so that her lips pressed softly against his neck. Eyes closed, she gave herself to the feelings, and the delicious sensations engulfing her.

  “There you go,” Jacob said, letting her legs fall open and kneading his way up from her knees towards the heat of her.

  Samantha felt herself being scooped up by Dylan, head still resting against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly before snuggling into his shoulder.

  She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek. Samantha smiled. He might appear calm and collected on the outside, but his heartbeat revealed that he was just as excited as she was.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dylan set Samantha down gently in the middle of the king-sized bed. He leaned down, brushing his lips to her ear and sending bolts of lightning through her body.

  “Condoms?” he asked.

  “Nightstand,” she responded, glad one of them was still thinking clearly.

  She heard the soft rustling of the drawer being opened as she felt the bed shift under Jacob’s weight. He was in front of her, still completely clothed.

  “You should get naked,” she said playfully, biting her lip in anticipation.

  “Not yet. First, we take care of you.”

  Strong hands slid beneath her, pushing her thin dress up and over her head.

  “Nice,” he said, openly staring at her bare breasts and taut nipples.

  Samantha blushed, feeling a little exposed since she was the only one naked in the room.

  Dylan sat on the bed on the other side of her, his large hand covering one breast and squeezing tight.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, swooping down and capturing her nipple in his mouth.

  He sucked roughly, nipping a little and rubbing his tongue over the tip as he held the tiny nub in his teeth. Samantha writhed and moaned, but she didn’t beg for mercy. She was ready for what they had to offer, and she wasn’t about to ruin the fantasy by moving too quickly.

  Dylan continued to work her into a frenzy, switching between both her nipples, free hand locking her in place so that she couldn’t pull away from the pleasure. Samantha could feel the ache within her rising.

  She was so lost in the sensation of Dylan’s hands and mouth on her that she almost missed the moment when Jacob slipped her panties off in one smooth motion. This time, when her knees parted, Jacob’s hand went right to her sweetness, skillful fingers caressing her and exploring her. She spread her legs wider and pushed into his hand, drawing a soft chuckle from him. He answered her silent need, dipping one large finger inside her and finding her g spot instantly.

  Samantha shuddered and buried her hands in Dylan’s hair. She held tight as Jacob worked her body into a frenzy, throwing her head back and shrieking when the orgasm crashed over her without warning.

  Samantha laughed, surprised by how quickly her body had responded. She attempted to sit up, but Dylan gently pushed her back onto the bed, fingers lightly tracing her flushed cheeks.

  “We’re just getting started,” he said by way of explanation. “Relax.”

  Before she could respond, she felt Jacob’s mouth close over her, arms hooked under her legs to pull her up to him. She bucked and writhed beneath him, her body simultaneously retreating from and leaning into the pleasure he was giving her.

  Her eyes fluttered and closed, another intense orgasm rising within her an instant before she lost control. She screamed, thrusting her fingers into his hair and holding on for dear life. Dylan held her while Jacob continued, whispering sweet words in her ear that barely even registered. When Jacob finally released her, she fell back onto the bed, and Dylan swooped in to pull her into his arms.

  She lay on her side facing him, damp hair plastered to her face, heart pounding in her ears. Lost in a dreamy haze, she clung to him. He kissed her tenderly and held her close, her body pressed against him.

  He whispered in her ear again and she furrowed her brow. She was exhausted and she swore he’d said, “Are you ready?”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled.

  “Again?” she asked, still trapped in the haze her last orgasm had wrapped around her.

  He smiled, covering her mouth with his, his hands roaming over her hot skin absently.

  “Yes.”

  A smile touched her lips and she nodded.

  “That’s good,” Dylan growled, “because we’re just getting started.”

  She felt Jacob move in behind her, felt the stiffness of his aching need pressing against the back of her thighs. She opened her legs to him, locking eyes with Dylan as Jacob entered her. Her body stretched to accommodate him, even though she’d orgasmed twice already. Her body shuddered around him, receiving him with a sweet ache that spread upwards.

  He moved inside of her, slowly at first while her body adjusted, then picking up speed. Her nerves were on fire, every stroke setting her soul ablaze and pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy.

  Dylan held her face in his hands, kissing her gently and pulling back to watch the emotions play across her face as the pressure built within her. She lost herself in his hazel eyes, a soft, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

  Jacob’s hand reached around, fingers searching out and finding the tiny nub between her legs and stoking the fire within her. She bit her lip, trying to hold herself together even as the world was falling away around her. The only thing that mattered in this moment were the three hearts pounding in her ears, the hands caressing her body, and the sounds of their lovemaking that filled the room.

  She climaxed an instant before Jacob did, falling back against him as he rode her relentlessly. Samantha moaned and writhed, trembling and weak from the pleasure. She felt the void when Jacob pulled out of her, head falling heavily on her shoulder.

  Dylan slid down beside her and inside her a moment later, picking up the rhythm and building her to another orgasm before she’d recovered from the last. Jacob held her from behind, whispering in her ear, hand stroking her breasts while she panted and moaned. She couldn’t take any more pleasure, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around the words that she needed to say it out loud. Dylan’s eyes were still on her as he rode her hard and fast, bringing her to the edge and flinging her into the abyss.

  Her body was raw and sensitive, but Dylan pushed on, ignoring her pleas and pushing her further than she’d ever been before. Impossibly, the tension grew, and short, intense orgasms rocked her body before she climbed higher only to be rocked again. An anguished cry ripped from her throat and she convulsed around his rigid length, flyin
g apart even as Jacob held her together.

  She was mid-orgasm when Dylan finally joined her, his ragged cries joining with hers, body quivering as the last of his energy was spent.

  He fell onto the bed beside her, laughing and struggling to catch his breath. Samantha moaned, too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought as gentle hands caressed her tenderly.

  “That was amazing,” she breathed out, her smile wide, a quiet laugh in her voice.

  “I told you to let us do our thing,” Jacob said, nipping at her earlobe and giving her breast a rough squeeze.

  “Are you ready for round two?” Dylan asked, laughing when Samantha’s face went white.

  “He’s kidding. But we’ll settle for a nice, soapy shower. I’ll carry you if you can’t make it on your own.”

  “You two are full of yourselves,” she teased.

  “But are we right?” Jacob asked.

  “So right. That was the best night of my life.”

  “Who says the night’s over?” Dylan asked.

  Jacob rolled out of bed, grabbing Samantha’s hand and pulling her with him. She followed him to the shower, admiring his smooth, tight backside and wondering when he’d gotten naked. She hadn’t even noticed either of them getting undressed.

  Jacob turned on the water, leading her into the large shower and immediately grabbing the shampoo and going to work on her hair. He worked her long strands into a soapy lather, working his way down her body slowly. The water was tepid and comfortable, cooling her hot skin slowly and calming the fire that they’d built within her.

  “Where’s Dylan?” she asked.

  “He’ll join us in a minute,” he said, leaning down to kiss her hungrily.

  His large hands were on her body again, and Samantha entertained the idea of having sex with him again right then and there. The sweet smell of argon oil filled the shower stall as Jacob worked the conditioner into her curly locks, using his fingers to work out the tangles that hadn’t been there before the two of them had rocked her world.

  “Was it as good as you imagined?” he asked quietly, still standing behind her.

  “Better.”

  He laughed softly.