Velvet Steel by Suzanne Rock Page B

Noah’s hands, and they both supported her body as they gently rocked her between them. Back and forth they moved, each stroke building tension. The next time she slid down Shane’s shaft, Noah plunged forward with her, and both men filled her to the hilt. Both men groaned as they retreated, then did it again. Soon they found a rhythm, and she continued to rise on a crest of pleasure.
    Kitty kept her hands on each man as they worked, as if they could ground her against the building tidal wave of erotic pleasure. Her muscles tightened, and she moaned as the men filled her once again to the hilt. Their pace became faster, her body tighter. The pressure became more and more intense. She was desperate for release, and yet the tension never eased and her body kept climbing higher and higher. She needed something more, something that only the men could provide.
    Noah sensed her trouble. He snaked his hand over her thigh and between her and Shane. There he found her clit and caressed it, sending a spark of pleasure through her core. He continued to stroke as the men thrust and retreated inside her body. The pain, the pleasure, it filled her up, and once again she was hovering on the edge of oblivion. Then something snapped, and she cried out as her world shattered around her. Tension released, and her muscles gave way under the surge of pleasure.
    She leaned back on Noah’s shoulder as her body hummed in ecstasy. The men continued to thrust, sliding in and out, heightening her sense of bliss. Soon they both stiffened, creating a wall of hard muscle around her. Then the men groaned as each of them found their release.
    After a long time, she drifted back down to earth. The men slowed their movements and cradled her between their bodies. She felt protected there, not to mention completely sated. She held on tight to each of them, not wanting to lose the connection they’d had moments ago. They enjoyed the moment in silence until the cool air made her shiver.
    “We should probably go inside,” Shane murmured against her shoulder.
    Noah started to ease away, but Kitty tightened her grip on his hair.
    “What is it, love?” he asked.
    “Just a few more minutes, then we’ll go inside.” She turned her head and met his gaze. “I’m just not ready to have this end yet.” Ending would mean going back to reality, and Kitty wanted to stay in her fantasy a little while longer. She wanted to pretend there were just the three of them, no company, no complications. Both men cared deeply for her and she for them. There, neither man wanted anything from her except her love, and she only expected the same in return. She realized that with Shane and Noah, she felt comfortable, cared for. Kitty began to worry about what would happen when the weekend ended and they went their separate ways. Would they miss her? Sadness filled her heart as she dwelled on the inevitable. Then Shane’s words broke through the darkness and gave her hope.
    “Ah, love. This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.”

    Shane and Noah had thought of everything. When Kitty had packed for the weekend, she hadn’t thought about bringing more than a change of clothes and a toothbrush. Somehow Shane and Noah not only remembered the meal but ambience as well. It didn’t take long for Noah to unpack the candles and linens and for Shane to cook up the fresh bass, steamed vegetables, and saffron rice. She’d never thought of sautéing fish and adding white wine, tomatoes, and feta cheese, but it worked and worked well. Soon the entire cabin smelled like a five-star restaurant. It felt a little odd, having such a meal at five in the morning, but the men insisted, and to be honest, after the incredible sex down in the cove, Kitty felt more energized than tired.
    While the men cooked, she took to cleaning the rest of the cabin the best she could. The mess was a big reason why she’d retreated to the lake after she confirmed that Noah and Shane hadn’t arrived. Kitty