Page 40 of Theirs to Treasure

Sam rested on his stomach in front of her, “Oh, I think you might find something to like about this,” he murmured. As he started to part her legs, he heard Chance asking her if she was comfortable. She must have said yes, because Chance was urging him on.

He crooked up her knees and was greeted with a tantalizing view of her sex. He could hear her panting.

“Sam’s just making sure you’re ready,” Chance said in a soothing tone.

“I’m more ready than I’ve ever been in my life,” she wailed.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Chance said with a grin.

“Chance.” Sam just said his name, but his friend got the message. Now, whether he would heed it was something else again. Dammit, this was serious business, but Chance was treating this it like they were kids at a carnival.

Sam stroked both his hands up Josie’s inner thighs, again and again until she relaxed even more and moved her legs farther apart. He couldn’t wait a second longer, he dipped his head and took a long lick along her swollen folds.

She cried out. Before he could lift and see what was wrong, Chance told him how much she liked it. Sam thanked God, because he was loving it. Spice and musk added up to a flavor that was all Josie and he didn’t want to ever stop tasting her. When she started to move, he braced her legs and kept her where he wanted.

“Too much.”

“Not enough,” Chance told her. What a good friend.

Lazily, Sam inserted a finger inside her tight channel, and she lifted toward him, clearly welcoming the caress. He suckled the nub of her clit, then gently probed her with a second finger.

Damn, she’s tight.

Sam didn’t want to hurt her, but she was so wet, this shouldn’t. He looked up at her face. Was she scared? She didn’t look frightened.

He bent back down and continued his caresses, finding that spot inside her that made her moan.

“Bingo,” Chance said happily. Yep, his friend was an idiot.

“Josie, I love your passion,” Sam praised. He stroked her core, then fluttered his tongue against her sensitive clit. She bucked upwards. He encircled her hips with his free arm, holding her close as he continued his caresses.

“It’s…it’s…I’m…”

He loved her incoherent cries. He worked her higher and higher. He used his teeth and tongue on her clit, and she screamed her pleasure.

Sam tried parting his fingers within her channel, but even that was difficult. Damn, he’d been hoping after an orgasm she’d be more relaxed.

“Make love to me, Sam.” She said drowsily. “I need that now. I need you inside me.”

“Ahh, Honey, you’re not quite there yet.”

She struggled upwards in Chance’s arms. “What do you mean? I’ve never been more aroused in my life,” she protested.

“It’ll hurt you. You’re not relaxed enough.”

“It always hurts.”

Sam couldn’t believe his ears. He searched Josie’s face. She was deadly serious. Ah, God, every time he thought he understood all the levels of Josie, her hurts, her insecurities, her naivety, he learned something new. How could someone have hurt such a gentle and passionate woman? He looked up at his brother and saw the same look of disbelief and torment.

“Josie, are you saying it hurt even after the first time?” Chance asked carefully.

“Chance, I’m thirty-two years old,” Josie answered dryly. “I know how to answer a question.”

She tried to close her legs and wiggle away. Sam wasn’t having any of it.

“Stay still. We aren’t done here by a long shot,” he warned their woman.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, then we’re done.”