by Krista Wolf
“This place gave me purpose,” she continued. “And you guys gave me love. It was mentorship at first, then friendship, then admiration. And now… now it’s so much more.”
Her chin dipped, and her beautiful face looked almost sad. I wanted to rush over to her, and sweep her straight into my arms. With every second that went by, I could feel my heart breaking a little bit more.
“If none of you are ready for something more,” she said, “something deeper… I’m happy to wait. I realize more than anyone how hard it is to let go of the past. But letting go is one of the things I learned here. Maybe the second most important thing, actually.”
She looked up again, and the frown was gone. Her face looked porcelain in the moonlight, like some gorgeous but fragile doll.
“What’s the first most important thing?” asked Bryce.
A smile curled its way across Karissa’s full, painted lips. “How to open my heart again,” she said softly. “To love.”
I could see the others shifting anxiously, wanting to move toward her just like I did. To embrace her tightly, and squeeze all the remaining sadness away.
“I love you,” Karissa spoke, and the words were a beacon of jubilation passing between us. “All of you. Each of you. And not just love you, I’m in love with you. Bryce. Camden. Roderick…”
She looked at us each in turn, her blue eyes gleaming with tears. Her robe fluttered slightly in a passing breeze, making her seem more like a goddess against the beautiful backdrop of the ancient garden.
I couldn’t take it another second. I rushed to her, just ahead of the others.
“Karissa…”
My arm slid around her waist, pulling her in so quickly she actually gasped. My mouth crashed against hers, rotating desperately in the most passionate, thirst-quenching kiss. She smelled wonderful, like vanilla and oranges and all things delicious. Her lips tasted like wine.
Then she was torn from me, and Camden was kissing her too.
My God…
It went on for several minutes, the group worship of her beautiful mouth. Camden passed her lips to Bryce, and then they were back on mine. We kissed her face, her neck, her bare shoulders as the robe slipped further down. We kissed her breasts, as they were eventually exposed. Her smooth white stomach quivered adorably, as we dragged our hungry lips across the vanilla-scented expanse of warmth and skin.
“We love you too,” I finally said, when we’d pulled back from our initial onslaught. It was almost impossible not to dive back in. Every cell of my body was exploding with the need to have her. To ravage her and possess her and to taste her again.
“I so totally, totally love you,” I said with a smile.
“And I love you,” Camden added solemnly. “Just didn’t know how to say it,” he shrugged. “Didn’t know if it would scare you off.”
“Make it unanimous then,” Bryce chimed in. His face might’ve been plastered with his trademark grin, but there was a seriousness behind his eyes I hadn’t seen in years. “Because I love you too, Karissa.” He reached out to touch her face with one big hand. “Maybe even since the day you got here.”
Our beautiful girlfriend stepped backward, letting her silken robe fall the rest of the way off. She hopped deftly up on the fountain, wearing nothing but a sleek black teddy. Her legs were covered with thigh-high stockings, connected by garter belts that made me want to shred them right off. I noticed she’d hopped right out of her heels.
“You really do love me?” she asked breathlessly. “All three of you?”
Her face was flush, her lips plump and ripe. As a trio, we nodded enthusiastically.
“Then show me,” she smiled wickedly, spreading her legs.
Forty-Nine
KARISSA
They took me one by one, right there beneath the star-filled sky. Each of them plunging desperately into me, fulfilling our day-long need to have each other.
I love them.
Roderick went first, taking his rightful place between my legs. He yanked the fabric aside and drove right into me, burying his face in my breasts as I wrapped my body around him. We grunted together like animals, my thighs spreading achingly wide to take him as deep as he could possibly go.
I love them all…
The heat of his thrusts ignited an all new intensity within me, and soon I was raking my nails down his back. The others stood nearby, to take his place. It turned me, on watching them look over us, knowing they would have me next. Their bare chests heaving in the moonlight. Their broad shoulders rising and falling with every breath, as my eyes crawled down the muscles of their powerful, sun-bronzed arms.
“Roderick…”
I whispered his name into his ear as he finished inside me, grunting and spasming through a series of orgasmic tremors. When he withdrew he was literally shaking, his entire body trembling with unspent energy. I watched him back away in a climax-induced daze, arms flexing, his hands opening and closing.
And they love you.
Bryce immediately took his place, causing me to gasp loudly as he surged into me. Seconds later he was jackhammering away, holding the full weight of my body in his two big arms. I felt myself go weightless as he lifted me from the fountain. Still thrusting away, buried inside me, he held me suspended against his shredded abdomen.
Mmmmmm….
At all once the world was spinning. Or maybe Bryce was turning, I don’t know which. He set me down on my stockinged feet, then spun me around so I was facing away from him. There was the distinct tearing of fabric, followed by a breeze of cool night air between my legs.
And that’s because rather than stretch my lace teddy to one side, he’d torn the crotch right out of it.
God that’s hot.
I was tongue-kissing him over my shoulder as he guided himself back inside me. Then Bryce was pounding away, tattooing my ass with those perfect abs. Slamming into me doggie-style again and again, until I was clutching the granite fountain and screaming for him to go even harder.
Which, of course, he did.
FUCK…
I came right before he did, shoving back so savagely against his thrusting cock I thought I might break it off inside me. Instead Bryce let loose in response to my own contractions, erupting like a magma-packed volcano. He shot jet after jet of his sticky white seed, high up into my dripping channel. Then he collapsed over my back, thoroughly spent.
But not for long.
“MOVE.”
Camden peeled his friend off me just long enough to take me to the ground. He took me down into the soft green earth, away from the flagstone circle surrounding the central fountain. His kisses were fierce. His hands were everywhere. But as he pulled himself up and down through my dripping entrance, I was already bucking my hips up to meet him.
“Fuck me…”
It wasn’t only a request, it was the most desperate of requirements. We weren’t making love right now, we were consummating something important. Sealing our intentions in the most fiery and intimate of all possible ways, right here in the heart of the one place that brought us together.
I needed all three of them to shoot inside me. To put their seed in my belly, and somehow make me theirs.
One by one I needed them all.
Camden shoved my legs apart and climbed perfectly between them. With the coolness of the fresh sod beneath my back, he pushed his enormous member all the way through until it hit home.
“Yes baby,” I cried, clawing at the muscles of his pumping, churning ass. “YES.”
I held on as he rode me, using me as the vehicle of his own pleasure. I was still dizzy with coming so hard on Bryce. Still reveling in the hot fullness between my legs, having elicited two monster orgasms from two lovers already.
“Come in me,” I urged over and over, clawing hard at the flesh of his ass. I might’ve been breaking the skin. I knew it didn’t matter. “Come in me...”
Camden went faster, his hips drilling me even harder. Something had to give. Something had to bre
ak first.
“Come inside me,” I whispered, as he increased the depth of his thrusts. “My God baby, you’re so fucking big in there! Ohhhh… you’re pounding me out. You make me want to screa—”
Camden was the one who screamed instead, roaring my name as he emptied himself into my writhing body. He was too big to wrap my legs around. All I could do was lay there with my head lolled back, staring up at the sky as this incredible, gorgeous man squeezed every last drop of himself inside me, adding it to the beautiful chaos already left by his two best friends.
It was a full minute of euphoria before either of us came back down.
“Well… wow.”
We were still in the grass, still a big tangle of arms and legs as the others started applauding. My black stockings were shredded. My once-sexy garters, flopping down around my thighs.
“You look like the personification of sex itself,” joked Bryce.
“That good, huh?” I squinted up at him.
“C’mere.”
He pulled me to my feet and helped me step back into my shoes. The night was growing cooler, even darker. My skin was goosebumps.
“Alright,” said Roderick. “Now that that part’s out of the way…”
He held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me in the direction of the manor again.
“Let’s see what we can do to her in an actual bed.”
Fifty
KARISSA
They lit the fireplace in my bedroom, thinking I was cold. In reality, I was shivering in anticipation. Still reeling with the thrill of what they’d told me in the garden, my body still pumped with the adrenaline of having been made whole by them, physically and emotionally.
Besides, the flames felt good on my naked skin.
It was right there in my own bed that they ravaged me, together as a team. I took them on happily, eagerly, my body working overtime to serve their every need, my mouth constantly kissing or licking or sucking. I was taken from both ends. Sandwiched hotly between two strapping lovers, while a third kissed and caressed me, awaiting his turn.
Turns. This is what it’s come to…
And oh they took turns. Lots of turns. Slow, deep turns and fast hard turns and turns that had me gripping the bedsheets and screaming into someone’s outstretched hand that suddenly clamped down over my mouth. Not because we couldn’t make as much noise as we wanted, mind you. But because getting a hand clamped over your mouth while being screwed through your third mind-numbing orgasm is exactly the type of thing that heightens that orgasm and makes the whole crazy experience that much hotter.
Each time they switched, one of them threw another log on the fire. I watched the sweat drip down their hard chests. I saw them slick their hair back from the perspiration of so savagely fucking the hell out of me. There weren’t any breaks, any pauses. Not for me, anyway. I was in a nonstop world of constant attention. A world where one lover withdrew, throbbing at the very edge of completion, and another took his place. A world where my legs remained spread for long stretches of deep, beautiful lovemaking, before I was flipped or repositioned or traded off to the next eager lover, all waiting and rejuvenated.
In the end I rode all three of them, while holding the other’s hands. Forming that intimate connection. That one final bond the guys couldn’t form without me in the middle, joining them in that last intimately important way. I was the conduit that fused their love. The womanly connection they each needed so desperately in their lives, but shared between them, so that even that aspect of their existence somehow included each other.
They were a brotherhood, I knew now. They had been, long before I’d gotten there. But in making love to them like this, in sharing such wanton intimacy and connectivity, I realized the depth of that connection went so much deeper than them being friends, business partners, and more.
And now they had me.
I don’t know how I ended up asleep. I might’ve passed out from climaxing too hard, or too much — that’s how intense the night became. I woke up in the wee hours of the morning though, naked and alone. The guys had apparently tucked me in before leaving. The fireplace — now nothing more than a low mound of glowing embers — was the only clock to tell how much time had passed.
But damn I was thirsty.
Usually I kept a few water bottles in my mini-fridge, to keep from having to go downstairs. When they’d build the mansion in the eighteen hundreds, they used water basins or something equally gross. Right now though, my fridge was empty.
Crap.
I pulled on the pair of shorts from the top of my laundry pile, and grabbed a fresh T-shirt from a nearby drawer. Then I made my way down to the kitchen, marveling at how incredibly pleasant my body still felt despite last night’s events. The memories were still fresh. Beautiful. Loving.
As I opened the fridge, I made it a point to burn them deeper into my brain.
“You never quit, do you?”
I whirled, and the water I was about to drink went spilling in a wide, fanned out arc. Bryce laughed. He was standing at the counter with his own water bottle in hand, along with a plate of fries.
“Holy FUCK don’t do that!” I gasped, clutching my pounding heart.
“Do what?”
“Scare me half to death!”
“Well what should I do?” he chuckled. “I got hungry. I came down. I’m standing here eating french fries in the silence before dawn, and suddenly you show up thirsty.” He crunched down on another crisply-coated fry. “Should I just stand here in silence until you notice me? Wouldn’t that be a little creepier?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I guess it would. It also might give me a heart attack.”
“See?” he said toasting me with his next french fry. “This way’s better.”
We stood for a few moments as I eyed him over. He was dressed like me, in shorts and a T-shirt, only his T-shirt was so tight I could see every last muscle. Even as sated as I currently was, I still couldn’t stop looking.
“You’re kidding, right?” he quipped.
“What?”
“You wanna go again?”
I let out a short laugh. “Why? You don’t think you can handle it?”
“Oh I can handle it,” he boasted. “The question is…”
All at once Bryce stopped, abandoning the rest of his sentence. His expression changed from mischief to confusion as his head turned left, shifting his gaze outside.
“What?” I said, instantly worried.
He didn’t answer right away. He just kept squinting into the darkness.
“What is it?”
“Someone’s out there,” he said. “In the courtyard.”
“Are you sure?”
“The motion lights out in front kicked on.”
“So? They always kick on,” I shrugged. “Any time the wind blows the trees too hard, or—”
“No, this was a person,” Bryce said. He took two steps and arrived at the window.
“Could’ve been another deer,” I offered. The hairs on my neck were already standing on edge.
“I saw arms. Legs. What almost looked like a fac—”
Abruptly he exploded into action, running full tilt in the direction of the foyer. I hesitated for a moment, but only because I was so surprised. Two seconds later I was sprinting after him, racing barefoot through the timeworn hallways and struggling to catch up.
“Bryce! Wait!”
My words fell on deaf ears as he unlocked the front doors and exploded through them.
Fifty-One
KARISSA
I spilled out into the courtyard, my arms pinwheeling as more motion lights came on. They illuminated the whole front of the construction site; pallets of stone and marble, a 30-yard dumpster, two Bobcats with their buckets held high…
… and a man in a ski mask, dressed head to toe in black.
Holy shit!
Bryce was running as fast as his legs would carry him, but he was big, broad, bulky. The man, it turned out, was faster.<
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“He’s headed for the gate!”
I bore down and really dug in, pumping my arms for that extra burst of speed. I’d always been fast. Back at the academy I’d almost broken three records during my cadet training, even. But right now I was shoeless, and the intruder was not. I was running over all kinds of gravel and rocks and jagged pieces of construction debris that could be anything from broken screw heads to errant staples from wrapping the exposed parts of the building in Tyvek.
“Don’t chase him!” I heard Bryce call as I leapt passed him.
I ignored his cry, just as I ignored the pain. My legs were longer than the man in front of me, and he was weighed down by his boots. I was gaining, and rapidly too. Halfway to the gate, he was within arm’s reach.
“KARISSA NO!”
I tackled him around mid-leg, dragging him down to the cobbles. We bounced hard off the rough surface, both of us groaning loudly as the wind was knocked from our lungs. I could see him rolling away. Struggling to breathe, like I was.
Then suddenly Bryce was there, straddling the man’s chest.
“Got him!”
An unexpected fist caught my lover in the jaw, followed by a knee to his midsection. Bryce went down, rolling to one side. The man in black got up again, and looked fleetingly toward the gate.
Then he turned around and kicked Bryce in the ribs.
“You bastard!”
I pushed myself to a standing position, my lungs still gasping for air. The man kicked again, and I heard a dull snap. He was rearing back for a third kick when I grabbed his foot and shoved forward with all my might.
“Get… the fuck… off!”
The man in the ski mask fell backward, rolled deftly, then returned to his feet. He glowered back at me through the slit in his mask, his eyes murderous, his gaze full of hatred. The look was so intense it froze me for a second. Kept me from acting…