Their Forever Home by Marla Monroe Page B

my mouth on that sweet pussy,” Lance was saying. “Let’s pull this off of you so we can touch every part of you.”
    Lance looked up at him. “Can you help me get her clothes off?”
    Carver wanted to tell him no, that he was asking too much of him, but instead, he helped Lance sit her up and remove her shirt and then her panties.
    Fuck! She was made for fucking. Her heavy breasts would be slightly more than a handful for Lance’s hands, but they would fit just right in his larger, rougher ones. She had a rounded belly that would be perfect to rest his head on after eating her cunt out. And, good God! Her ass was a fucking wet dream. He could imagine sinking his dick deep inside her as Lance filled her from beneath. He had to close his eyes to regain a measure of control or he was going to tear her away from Lance.
    “Perfect,” Lance whispered almost to himself. “Vella, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
    “Please, Lance. Carver!” she held her hands out. “Don’t tease me this way. I need you both. Make me yours.”
    There was no way Carver could miss the sincerity in her eyes or on her face. There was almost a desperate set about her mouth and to the corner of her eyes. She did want them—need them. His chest hurt with an ache to do just that—make her his—but she wasn’t his alone.
    Lance bent over once more, but this time he wrapped his mouth around one breast. Sucking in as much as he seemed able, moaning against her tender flesh, he plumped up her other breast, as if offering it up. Carver stared at it longingly, going so far as to lean toward it, but he jerked back.
    “Give her what she needs, man. She wants us both loving her, touching her. She tastes like a crisp apple. Just look at her nipples, Carver. They’re long and tight, perfect for sucking on.” Lance had pulled off of Vella’s breast to stare up at him with concern in his eyes.
    He was right to be concerned. Carver was having a difficult time going through with it. He really hadn’t thought it would be that big of a deal when he’d first thought about sharing her so they could get her to safety, but now that his feelings were involved, it was an entirely different situation.
    One look in Vella’s aroused eyes, heavy lidded and pleading, and Carver was lost. He’d give her whatever she needed as long as he could be near her. What a pussy-whipped bastard he’d turned out to be. If his brothers could see him now, they’d laugh their asses off all the way back to the club.
    Carver slowly lay down next to her and, without looking over at Lance, sucked her perfect dusky nipple into his mouth, clamping down on the instinctive urge to moan at how good she tasted. Lance was right, she had the best-tasting breasts he’d ever sampled. He sucked in as much of her tender flesh as he could.
    Before he realized it, he was licking his way to the underside of her breast as he pulled and pinched on her nipple. When he buried his nose there in the crease where the mound of flesh met her chest, he swore he felt real peace for a precious few seconds. Memories of his early childhood returned from wherever they’d been locked away. The soft, powdery scent of his mother teased him as did the soft touch of the back of her fingers caressing his cheek. Then it was gone again.
    What the fuck was that? I’ve never been able to remember before. No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t. Why now? What the hell is happening to me?
    He jerked away from where he’d been nuzzling the underside of Vella’s breast then tried to cover his actions by running his hand down her breast to her abdomen. Her soft moans were music to his ears, but he was too freaked out right then to enjoy it. What had happened? What was that feeling he’d had while he’d been lost in those memories? It had felt like hours, but in fact, could only have been a few seconds. So what had it been?
    Home. It smelled like home, and happiness, and safety. I know