by Anya Summers
But—and it was a big, huge but—she would be lying if she said that Gavin did not fascinate her, tempt her with his wicked, dark yumminess. He did. Every time she visited Brady at the station, she had watched Gavin, with his soulful intensity. Secrets were shrouded in his gaze. And she’d wondered if he tasted as good as he looked.
Brady nuzzled the hollow spot at the base of her neck, nipping it and laving it with his tongue, never relenting as he played with her pussy. It was too much for her to resist. With each swipe of his fingers, another domino fell, eliminating her resolve. She felt Brady’s approval and his need against her backside. This was turning him on, thinking about her with his best friend. That he would do this for her, give her this fantasy, made love for him swell in her chest. It loosened the death grip she held as the last domino fell, clearing the way.
“Yes,” she finally sighed, wanting this, needing this night with the two big alphas like she needed air to breathe.
“Then get on your knees, love, and show me how much you want it,” Gavin dared her, biting his full bottom lip, his gaze hooded as he held his dick, his hand stroking his shaft.
Brady pinched her clit and her pussy throbbed. “Do it, babe. I want to watch you take his dick in your mouth and your sweet pussy. But I get your ass.”
Brady removed his fingers from her pussy, licked her cream from his digits, then gave her ass a hard swat. Gavin crooked a finger at her: the male equivalent of come here, woman. Hannah approached, her breathing erratic and pulse hammering in her veins. Gavin’s magnetic gaze was like a tether, reeling her in. She stopped in front of him with half a foot of space between them—so close, she could feel the heat rolling off his big body—clenching her hands, with turbulent need humming in her veins.
She gazed at him, noting the day-old dark stubble lining his chin. This close, she discovered he had a tiny scar beside his left eyebrow and wondered how it had happened. His mouth was firm with a full bottom lip she wanted to suck on.
So why wasn’t she doing it? This was her chance.
As if she were in a trance, her hands lifted. With the tips of her fingers, Hannah traced the defined lines of his pectorals, his flesh scorching her hands. Then, using his body for balance, she went up on her tiptoes. She stopped when her mouth was a heartbeat away from his, her gaze locked on his, their breaths mingling. Then Hannah traced his bottom lip with her tongue.
He had given her free rein until that point, making it her choice to touch him.
Gavin cupped her nape, tilted her head back and covered her lips with his. He plundered her mouth. The kiss took her body from zero to hot and heavy in under a minute. Why hadn’t she kissed this man before tonight? That was the only thought she could drum up in her brain at the moment. He tasted like brandy and cigars and decadent sin. She mewled into the kiss and clung to him.
Hannah wasn’t sure how he could kiss her right out of her head. Her brain clicked the off button. His hunger left her shaken and needy and wanting to climb him like a tree. Her body plastered itself to his and the proof of his desire pressed into her belly.
Gavin wrenched his mouth off hers, his face filled with dark carnality and potent yearning. He wanted her. Not just any woman, but her.
How had she never known? He’d hid his desire from her so well when they were all together.
And just like that, the last vestiges of her resistance slipped away because she saw the truth in his eyes. It was more than Gavin merely wanting a quick, hot fuck. He wanted her.
Desire she had held in check unfurled in her being. In this moment, tonight, she would give in to the fascination, the yearning she had denied she had for Gavin. To prove it, prove that she did want this with him, with them, she lowered herself to her knees before Gavin’s impressive form. Gavin, a man she’d known as one of Brady’s co-workers and closest friends. One she always considered a slice of beefcake she’d love to indulge in if she had never met Brady. And now Brady was giving her an all access pass?
She admired the six-pack abdominals and happy trail, hoping she’d get the chance to trace them with her tongue. Then she studied his shaft. He was beautiful. Hannah slid her hand around him and gripped his cock. His broad girth overflowed in her hand. The man wasn’t just thick but long. He had a good inch or more on Brady’s eight inches. She shivered, her pussy throbbing at the thought of feeling his member inside her.
Unable to wait any longer, she surrendered to the overwhelming desire flooding her veins. Leaning forward, her gaze on his face, she licked him from root to tip then swirled her tongue over the crown, lapping at the drop of pre-cum before taking him into her mouth.
At Gavin’s deep groan, she purred. This was going to be a night to remember.
Chapter 2
Fuck.
Watching his Hannah deep throat his best buddy Gavin in their kitchen was the hottest sight Brady had witnessed all week. Hell, all year. Brady knew exactly how incredible Hannah’s mouth felt surrounding his dick.
Amazing. His woman loved sucking cock, and had a talent for it.
And the look of rapture on Gavin’s face, like he had won the ultimate prize, was familiar too. Brady had witnessed a similar expression on his own face in the mirror when he’d taken Hannah from behind against the bathroom vanity just the other day. The entire tableau —with the backdrop of pristine granite countertops that Gavin had one hand on, as if to anchor himself and one cupped around Hannah’s head, fingers threaded through her hair as she knelt on the burnished hardwood floor in supplication—had Brady’s erection straining against the confines of his jeans. His dick was hard enough he could probably cut glass with the damn thing.
He and Gavin had topped women together before; plenty of them. They’d started during their senior year of high school when they’d both had the hots for Alice Johnson, and she for them. But never Hannah. From the moment he first met her, she’d engendered a possessive, protective beast inside Brady; the Dom in him had staked his claim upon her. Deep down, Brady knew it was because Hannah was special. He had plans—plans to marry Hannah and see his child at her breast. Since her advent into his life, Brady had done the unthinkable and cut Gavin out, not allowing him to top Hannah with him.
That made him a selfish bastard. He’d hurt his best friend. He knew that. When Gavin had tried talking to him about it, Brady had shut him out, which made him the biggest dick of the century. But with Hannah, she was different; he’d never felt that way about a woman before. It was like his soul had recognized his other half when they’d met. Like she was the missing puzzle piece of his life. He had taken one look at her in her classroom, surrounded by second graders, and had thought to himself: it’s her, there she is, finally.
And he had acted out of character and kept her to himself because his entire foundation had shifted with that first meeting.
Before he asked Hannah to marry him, he had to mend his bond with Gavin. And he would do so by giving his best friend and his woman a night that they wouldn’t forget. Plus, Brady needed to do this with Hannah because he needed to explain about his past with Gavin as a dual top. He prayed that, after experiencing a night with them, she would be less inclined to hate him for the omission. The truth was that he and Gavin had been dating women together for thirteen years before Hannah’s advent into Brady’s world. He hoped that, after tonight, Hannah wouldn’t consider him a depraved asshole for failing to tell her about such a huge part of his life.
Brady hadn’t intended to deceive her. But as time passed and they moved in together, the issue had become easier to sweep under the rug instead of facing it head on. It was cowardly, he knew that, and he hated himself for it. As for the fear slithering in his belly that she would leave him because of it, he forced it back, focusing instead on the desire burning through his body at the eroticism on display. It would all work out. Hannah loved him.
Brady wanted to give her this one night of uninhibited pleasure before he asked her to be his wife and told her the truth about his history with Gavin.
And he wanted to give Gavin the night too.
Over the last two years, Gavin had sulked when it became apparent that Brady was not going to share Hannah. Their friendship grew strained because they had always shared women before. As they were both firemen, women were always throwing themselves at them. The pyro bunnies and firefighter groupies lined up in droves. It had been easy to entice a woman into a threesome with the two of them. Most of the women they bedded had sent him and Gavin off with a smile and a thank you.
Until Hannah.
She had changed everything.
She mewled around Gavin’s shaft as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Gavin watched Hannah through hooded eyes, lust shrouding his features. But there was more in his expression as his hands cradled her head, his fingers laced through her auburn hair that always reminded Brady of tree leaves in the fall when they changed from green to burnt red. Gavin had feelings for Hannah that in his hunger, in his pleasure, he couldn’t hide.
Brady sucked in a breath. He’d been a fucking asshole.
“That’s it, babe. Suck him. Make him fill your mouth until there’s no room for anything but his cock. Then I want you to swallow his come,” Brady ordered. He undressed, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs, and then stepping out of them. His erection sprang free of its confines. The tip seeped pre-cum at the tempting sight of Hannah’s head bobbing up and down over Gavin’s dick.
“She has a hot little mouth, doesn’t she?” he said to Gavin.
“Like hot, electrified silk. Christ, just like that, love,” Gavin said with a deep, rumbling groan.
Brady stood off to the side, getting the full view and observing Hannah’s facial expressions, fisting his dick in slow, unhurried strokes as the sensual scene unfolded. Gavin was controlled at first. But Brady knew well the effects of Hannah’s hot little mouth when she gave her all to sucking cock.
Gavin gripped her head and began fucking her mouth, his cock plunging with near brutal force. Brady knew by this point, Hannah’s pussy would be dripping, she’d be so wet. He saw one of her hands snake down between her thighs and rub over her nub. He would put an end to that now.
“Hold up.” He closed the short distance as Gavin withdrew from her mouth and Hannah whimpered.
Bending down, he removed her hand from her cunt. “You do not have permission to touch yourself. Tonight, this pussy belongs to me and Gavin. If you try to touch yourself again, I will spank that ass of yours. Understood, babe?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mewled. Her eyes the color of the sky at midday were glassy with need.
“Good, proceed.” He gestured.
“Actually, if we could move this into the bedroom… I’m craving a taste of her cunt,” Gavin said with a low rumble and stared at Hannah with a look bordering on worship.
“What do you say, babe? Want to have Gavin eat your pussy?” Brady asked, lifting her up off her knees onto her feet. The sweet scent of her arousal hit him. It took everything inside him not to bend her over the counter and fuck her until his knees buckled.
Lifting her gaze to his, the cornflower blue orbs dark with her desire, she moaned, “Yes.”
Her chest rose and fell with each panted breath. Her pupils were dilated, and she kept licking her lips.
Without another word, Brady hoisted Hannah into his arms. She had always fit there perfectly, like it was where she belonged. She slid her hands up around his neck, her fingers teasing the hair at his nape. And she latched her mouth against his neck, nuzzling him. For a moment, just one, he wanted to slam the bedroom door and lock the two of them inside, keeping Gavin out. But he breathed through the possessive, dominant nature she engendered in him, which demanded he hoard her away from all other men, and allowed the moment to pass. It was one night of sharing. Then his relationship with Gavin would be mended, and Hannah would know without a doubt that he would do anything for her.
When it came to Hannah, Brady was ultra-possessive, because no woman had ever mattered before like she did.
Inside their bedroom—which he’d given her free rein to decorate, where she had added small touches like the Wilson Hurley artwork on the walls and the snake plant in the far corner that filled the space with warmth, with life, just like Hannah—Brady laid her on the mammoth king-sized bed with its navy blanket and mounds of pillows. He couldn’t help but admire the picture she made with her hair mussed, dress askew and breasts nearly spilling over the top of her costume.
Brady leaned over her, brushed his mouth over hers and commanded, “Strip for me, and lie on your back in the middle with your thighs spread.”
Hannah shivered and nodded. He knew the expression in her eyes. It was the one that meant she was aroused to the point where she would do anything he asked. It wasn’t any wonder she had such significance in his life, in his world. She was everything to him. Needing the connection, he tilted her face back, and slanted his mouth over hers. He swallowed her throaty moan, kissing her until they were both breathless and aching with need.
Brady tore his mouth from hers. He lost himself in her every damn time. There could be a five-alarm blaze and he could be the last firefighter standing, and one kiss would make it all disappear. She consumed him in the most delightful way possible.
“Damn, that was hot. I want a taste,” Gavin said at his side. Brady glanced at him and a wordless understanding passed between them. They would play off each other until Hannah was writhing and screaming in ecstasy, and then they would claim her like they used to do with women: together.
Brady took a half step to the side and released Hannah just as Gavin drew her face his way and claimed her mouth. Hannah leaned in to Gavin, her moans muffled by his mouth.
When Gavin broke the kiss, he growled, “Do as Brady commanded, strip and lie in the middle of the bed with your thighs spread.”
Hannah responded to Gavin’s order with a nod, the perfect picture of submission. While she disrobed, Brady padded over to the nightstand, withdrawing the box of condoms and tube of lube. He opened the box for easier access and then strode into the bathroom to get a washcloth.
Brady strode back into the bedroom and sucked in a breath. Hannah looked like an offering to a god, splayed out on their bed. Gavin had shucked his pants and wasted little time climbing up onto the king bed. He knelt between her thighs, his hands caressing the front of her body, spreading her knees wider apart. Heat curled in Brady’s midsection when Gavin positioned his face between her thighs and buried his mouth in her cunt. Hannah gasped, her back arched as Gavin ate her pussy with relish. Hannah’s soft cries of pleasure filled the room.
Tantalized by the eroticism, Brady joined them in bed. He lay beside Hannah and began teasing her nipples with his fingers. She had generous, apple-sized globes, with dusky, large nipples. Brady glanced down as she writhed beneath Gavin’s thrusting tongue. Gavin held her thighs open, lapping at her pussy like he’d finally tasted ambrosia.
Hannah did have the sweetest cunt. Lowering his mouth, Brady curled his tongue around a pert nipple, laving and nipping the bud, letting her sweet vanilla taste roll around in his mouth. Her back arched, feeding him the mound. One of Hannah’s hands gripped his head, holding him prisoner at her breast, the other was positioned on Gavin’s head, her fingers clenched in his hair.
“Oh, god,” Hannah panted and keened. Brady observed the play of emotions on her face. Passion exuded from her features. There was nothing lovelier than Hannah enjoying pleasure.
He released her tit with a popping sound and glanced down her supple form. Gavin’s eyes were trained on Hannah’s face and he looked… like a starving man finally being granted access to a buffet, like he had finally entered heaven and wanted to worship her. Brady knew the feeling.
Hannah’s fingers slid down Brady’s neck to his shoulders and dug in. Brady glanced back at her face, love swelling in his chest. She was the bravest person he knew. And she had no clue the gift she was bestowing on Gavin. He knew the moment she orgasmed. Her eyes glazed over. Her back arched. A
nd her mouth dropped open on a long, keening moan.
“Ohhh, god, Gavin,” she cried. Her body vibrated and quaked against him. She was so fucking gorgeous when she came.
But then Gavin rose and knelt between her thighs, holding out a hand toward Brady. Brady grabbed a foil packet and slapped it into Gavin’s palm. Brady’s cock jerked at what he knew was about to happen as Gavin sheathed his dick, rolling the latex down his staff.
Then Gavin gripped his cock with one hand and rubbed the head through Hannah’s puffy, swollen folds before holding her hip with the other.
Fuck. Until now, Brady hadn’t realized how much he had missed this over the past two years. Missed fucking a woman with his best friend. They looked at each other and Brady sucked in a breath, realizing how much he’d hurt Gavin by excluding him.
He was such an ass for keeping Gavin away. Perhaps if Hannah enjoyed being with them tonight, he could convince her to let Gavin join them more often. A wealth of understanding passed between the two men, and then Gavin was lining his dick up at Hannah’s cunt entrance.
With the drops of semen seeping from his crown, Brady fisted his cock. He fucking loved watching Gavin fuck his woman.
Chapter 3
“Tell me what you want, Hannah,” Gavin growled the order.
She lifted her gaze up until it connected with his and he groaned at what he saw. Hannah was aroused—for him. She wanted him. Hannah looked utterly gorgeous with her full lips swollen from their kisses and parted as she panted with desire. Her silken auburn hair was spread out on the pillow beneath her head. Her tits jiggled as she writhed, rotating her hips in her need.
“You, please. I need you inside me,” she pleaded, canting her hips, trying to take his cock inside.