Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Clarissa Read Online Free

her pulse fluttering. She turned to Brandon. ‘Is that what you want too?’
    His eyes fairly glowed. ‘I’ve only ever wanted to look after you. And if sharing means doubling your pleasure, then yes, that’s what I want too.’
    Oh, god.
    She wanted to fan herself, drip ice down her front and back. The temperature had surely gone up ten degrees in the last few minutes alone?
    Adam put his big, warm hand on her thigh, beneath the hem of her dress. ‘We’ll take it nice and slow. Make sure you’re fully prepared.’
    Fuck. She was about ready to cream herself and they thought she wanted it slow? Or maybe her hormones were so out of whack from not having sex for so long—correction, from never having experienced great sex—she had no idea how to play things out on an even keel.
    Her voice cracked. ‘Prepared?’
    Adam’s palm skated up her thigh and then down a little to the tops of her boots, his roughened skin making her gasp as tingles of electricity fired through her body. His voice tickled her ear. ‘Yes. For the both of us. The way I see it, you’re going to combust if you stave off your needs any longer.’
    Her thighs slipped apart a little and she had to suppress a moan. ‘What is it you suggest?’
    Adam’s voice lowered and his hand inched higher. ‘I suggest we go home so we can fully take care of you.’ His fingertips skimmed the edges of her lacy underwear. ‘I suggest Brandon and I pleasure you until you’re gasping for breath, then screaming out our names.’
    She gulped, and twisted back to Brandon. Even seated, somehow she couldn’t fail to notice the erection in his jeans, nor the need in stark evidence across his face.
    Dinner was the last thing on any of their minds.
    Her voice came out scratchy. ‘I think … yes. Let’s go home.’
    Adam pulled out a couple of big notes for payment and left them under the salt shaker. ‘Good call.’
    The trip back to the homestead seemed to take hours instead of the usual forty-five minutes, and though Brandon wasn’t breaking any land speed records, he pushed the old work ute faster than its normal sedate pace.
    Pressed between them once again, Clarissa vacillated between stiff awkwardness and pliant, hot need. Her heart beat an irregular rhythm that seemed to echo the fluttery sensation in her belly, and she found herself constantly licking her dry lips.
    The sweep of the headlights revealed a thin blue ribbon of highway she barely saw. Thanks to the dash lights and her peripheral vision, she noted every movement, every breath, Brandon and Adam made.
    God help her, had she ever been more aware of anyone in her life?
    A white post and rail entry to the right indicated Langdown station. Brandon turned into the long, compressed granite driveway, and as the ute shuddered across the cattle grid, Clarissa took a steadying breath even as her hands fisted on her lap.
    Brandon glanced her way. ‘Are you going to be okay?’
    She drew in a deep breath. ‘Are you trying to talk me out of it?’
    Brandon shook his head, his jaw rigid, his own hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel. ‘You know I’ll do everything in my power to give you exactly what you want.’
    You. And Adam. All over me.
    Adam trailed his fingertips down her arm, goosebumps erupting over her skin. ‘We’ll both do whatever it takes to make you climax again and again.’
    She stiffened, even as her panties stuck to her with a sudden flush of moisture. ‘I’ve never been with more than one man.’
    ‘At a time?’ Adam asked.
    She bit into her bottom lip and shook her head. ‘More than one man … ever.’
    Adam’s breath whistled even as Brandon nodded and said, ‘I guessed as much.’ He turned to her, his face taut with passion and stark with sincerity. ‘We’ll treat you right.’
    Adam’s touch stilled as if in confirmation. ‘Nothing happens without your consent.’
    Clarissa swallowed, and Brandon clasped one of her hands. He didn’t say anything more;