Plus Three

by Opal Carew

  His arms tightened around her, crushing her soft, inviting breasts against him.

  “I thought you’d be tired after the flight,” he murmured, enjoying the building heat inside him as she squeezed his shaft through the thick fabric of his jeans.

  “Now that you mention it, I am really tired.” Her fingers slid away, to his groan, and she slipped from his grip. But her eyes glittered with mischief.

  “Well, there’s only one thing to do then. We need to go to bed.” He sent her a wicked grin. “Right now.”

  He reached for her hand, but she giggled and scurried toward the stairs. He raced after her and they dashed up the steps together then into the bedroom, laughing all the way, until finally they dove onto the bed.

  Pam rolled onto her back, still laughing, her pulse racing from the surge of energy. But when she gazed up at Brent, his deep brown eyes gleaming with love, her heart pounded to a new beat. Warmth surged through her. She was so lucky to have met this wonderful man.

  She rested her hand on his cheek, loving the rough feel of stubble. It felt so masculine, sending a tingle through her. Making her feel so feminine.

  His eyes darkened as he eased close to her. Excitement quivered through her as she eagerly anticipated the first brush of his lips. But only a breath away, he stopped.

  “I’m so glad you’re here. Meeting my family. Becoming a part of my life.”

  She stroked his cheek. “I am too.”

  When he’d asked her to come back to Toronto with him, to move in with him, she’d been overjoyed. She hadn’t allowed herself to even hope he’d want to continue their relationship once they finished the final year of their program. Because that’s not how life went for her. Happiness was as elusive as a butterfly.

  In fact, she’d put distance between them as that final semester had progressed, thinking it would be easier when they finally parted. But he hadn’t been fooled by her withdrawal and he’d been persistent.

  When he’d finally asked her, she’d been incredulous. And when she’d gotten over the shock and disbelief, she’d been ecstatic. Then the worry had set in. How would she fit into his family? Into any family?

  “Sweetheart, they love you. I promise,” Brent said.

  Her gaze jerked to his. “I…”

  “I saw it in your eyes. You were worrying again. Drake and Marie love you. My other brothers will love you, too.”

  He grinned. “But the last thing I want to think about right now is my brothers. Not while I’m in bed with the most beautiful woman I know.” His eyes softened. “The woman I’m in love with.”

  He leaned forward and sparks danced down her spine as he kissed her. Gently, with a tenderness that tore down the barriers she’d constructed around her heart.

  Then he deepened the kiss. His tongue glided inside and tangled with hers. Heat swelled through her as she suckled, drawing it deeper into her mouth. His hand glided down her chest and her nipple tightened and spiked as he stroked her breast. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He gazed down at her pink satin bra, a smile turning up his lips and his eyes glittering with appreciation.

  She unfastened the buttons of his shirt, then pushed it from his shoulders, revealing his thick, muscular arms. He shrugged it away and tossed it on the floor, as she quickly unhooked her bra and shed it, wanting her bare skin against his. His eyes glittered in appreciation as his gaze settled on her naked breasts.

  "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured.

  Her heart pounded as he prowled over her, then his weight settled on her, crushing her breasts against his hard, muscular chest. He claimed her mouth again, then kissed along her jawline and down her neck. Tingles danced through her body as his lips did a sensual dance along her collarbone.

  She ran her fingertips down his chest, her heart pounding at the feel of his hard, sculpted muscles under her fingertips. He nuzzled behind it, the delightful sensations driving her wild. Her breasts swelled and her nipples peaked to rigid nubs.

  She glided her hand over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants, delighted by his groan of approval. She unzipped him and reached inside to find his hot, hard shaft. As she wrapped her fingers snugly around it and began to stroke, he glided his lips down her chest to capture one aching nipple in his mouth.

  “Oh, yes,” she cried, arching against him.

  He had this delightful power over her. The way he touched her… with tenderness but at the same time with a potent masculine attentiveness… had her in desperate need of him almost instantly.

  He stroked and kissed her breasts, driving her need higher. She wriggled out of her jeans and panties, kicking them away, then rolled onto her back and opened for him.

  “I want you inside me,” she begged. She wanted to be one with him. To know he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

  “Ohhh,” he groaned as she squeezed his swollen cock. “So much for slow and tender on our first night here.”

  She grinned. “Well, if that’s what you wanted, you should have held back the sex appeal. A girl can only handle so much.”

  He shed his jeans and boxers, then prowled over her. His smile lit his dark brown eyes with glittering stardust as he stroked her hair from her face. Then he kissed her with a sweetness that turned to fiery passion. His hand glided down her stomach then she felt his cock brush against her slickness.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

  His broad cockhead slipped inside her easily and she squeezed it. He slid deeper, still staring into her eyes.

  She loved when he did that. It made her feel like they were the only two people in the world.

  His thick shaft stretched her as it pushed all the way in. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper still.

  He pulled her tight against him. “I love being inside you like this.”

  He rocked his hips and she moaned at the feel of his cock gliding along her slick passage.

  “I love it, too.”

  He drew back, then drove deep, making gasp.

  “Oh, yeah. That feels so good.” Her insides ached for more.

  He pulled back and drove forward again. She clung to his shoulders. He plunged deep again. Pleasure rippled through her.

  “Oh, yes, Brent. Make me come.”

  “Are you that close, sweetheart?”

  She squeezed him inside, making him groan.

  “Yes, I’m so close.”

  He pumped into her steadily, his thick cock stroking her insides. Her whole body began to tremble and her breathing was erratic.

  “Oh, yeah,” she cried. “That’s so good.”

  He thrust faster and harder. Joy catapulted through her and she wailed her release. Sparkling light flashed across her vision as she soared to heaven. Brent kept filling her, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

  Finally, he jerked forward then groaned his release.

  When he slumped down on her, she held him tight against her.

  “That was magical.” She stroked his cheek, then nuzzled the roughness there. “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, love. It’s magical because you and I are meant to be together.”

  She snuggled against him, hoping with all her soul that it was true.

  Chapter 4

  Pam sipped her wine as she sat in the midst of these happy, talkative, very friendly people.

  Even though they’d done their best to welcome her, she felt out of place.

  She glanced around at the faces of Brent’s three brothers, Drake, Abel and Craig, amazed at the sight of three identical, and totally gorgeous, men. Sexy images danced through her head of the three of them surrounding her, then touching her. Stroking her body. Kissing her curves.

  Goosebumps danced along her skin.

  Marie refilled Pam’s wine glass, draining the rest of the bottle, then sat down beside her.

  “It takes your breath away, doesn’t it?”

  “What does?” Pam asked, her gaze flickering to Marie
, guilt fluttering through her.

  Had the woman notice her lascivious stares at the brothers? She hoped her face didn’t reflect her embarrassment with a telltale flush.

  Marie sent her a conspiratorial grin.

  “Honey, I know exactly how you feel. I remember when I met Craig and Abel. Identical copies of the man I’d just married. Whew, I couldn’t help imagining all kind of naughty scenarios.”

  A bit shocked, Pam was sure Marie only mentioned her sexy daydreams about her brothers-in-law because she’d had a few glasses of wine. It also made more sense for Marie because they looked exactly like her husband. Pam had no such excuse.

  “Hey, I’m glad to see you two getting along so well,” Brent said as he sat down beside Pam, too. He slid his arm around her waist and squeezed. “What are you talking about?”

  “I was just commiserating with Pam about being new to the family,” Marie said.

  Craig overheard her and laughed. “Were we so hard to get to know?”

  “Not at all. I think we get on famously.”

  Pam was confused by the glitter in Marie’s eyes as she smiled at Craig. Pam sensed an intimacy there, but maybe she’d just gotten the brothers mixed up and it was actually Drake that Marie was smiling at. Pam had been careful to memorize that Drake wore the plain blue shirt, Craig the green one and Abel the blue stripe, but she was nervous and had had a couple of glasses of wine so she might have slipped up.

  “So you’re Drake, right?” Pam asked him, wanting to ensure she got them straight.

  “Nope. I’m Craig.”

  “I’m Drake.” The triplet in the plain blue shirt raised his hand.

  “And I’m Abel.”

  They all grinned at her.

  “I’m really sorry,” she said, her cheeks heating.

  Lori, Craig’s girlfriend, laughed. “I absolutely couldn’t tell the three of them apart when I met them. I came to meet Marie’s new husband and she didn’t tell me there was more than one of him, so when I met Craig, I thought it was Drake and… well, I felt guilty for having the hots for him.”

  “But it all worked out perfectly,” Marie said.

  The exchange of glances between the two women confused Pam even more.

  Nicole, Abel’s girlfriend smiled and nodded. “Yeah, being involved with a triplet can be pretty interesting.”

  “It must be confusing sometimes,” Pam said, “trying to keep them straight.”

  “At first, but not once you get to really know them.” Nicole’s smile matched Marie and Lori’s.

  The three women seemed very close, almost like sisters. Had they shared intimate stories about being with their men? Maybe even talked about fantasies of sharing them? Pam wondered if they could be that open with each other.

  A timer dinged.

  “Dinner’s ready.” Marie stood up. “Everything’s set up outside, so you all go out and grab a seat and I’ll bring out the main course.”

  Brent held her hand as they followed the others to the patio doors.

  “I should ask Marie if she needs any help,” Pam said.

  “It’s already covered,” Brent said.

  They stepped out onto the deck and she saw that the patio table was all set, including salads, condiments, rolls, and wine.

  She glanced around at the beautiful backyard with a freeform pool and a hot tub on the other end of the lovely multi-tiered wooden deck. There were flowering bushes and colorful flowers in planters. It was paradise.

  Marie and Drake appeared carrying large serving dishes.

  “Sit everyone,” Drake encouraged.

  Brent held Pam’s chair while she sat down, then settled in beside her.

  She glanced around at all the faces and her stomach tightened at the thought that all these people were bound by family ties. They shared happy times together and helped each other out. None of them ever had a reason to feel alone.

  And now she was part of this family.

  The meal was wonderful. Chicken tetrazzini, which Pam loved. And lively banter. By the end of the evening, Pam was much more relaxed. She even melted into the hugs the other women gave her.

  When Drake hugged her, however, she stiffened slightly, overwhelmed by the heat of his big, sturdy body and muscular arms around her. She knew he noticed, but he just smiled warmly. Then she was scooped into Craig’s embrace, followed by Abel’s. She reached for Brent’s arm as he led her out the front door, needing his support after that.

  “Are you okay?” Brent asked as they strolled down the walkway.

  “Yes, I had a really good time.”

  “Good.” He squeezed her hand.

  Pam felt guilty, wishing she could admit to him that she was thrown off by the strong attraction she felt to his brothers. But she knew that would be a big mistake.

  Pam walked into the basement and found the toolbox on top of the workbench, right where Brent had told her it would be. Drake had brought it over yesterday to help with a few minor repairs, then had left it with them for a few days.

  She lifted it up and headed back to the stairs.

  “I found it,” she called as soon as she reached the top step.

  “Good. I need one of the plastic anchors and a Phillips head screwdriver.”

  She walked into the living room where he was on a ladder examining the broken curtain rod bracket. The brushed antique gold rod sat leaning against the wall in the corner. When Pam had climbed the ladder earlier and lifted the rod off to put up the new drapes they’d bought, she’d noticed that the clamp was pulling away from the wall.

  She set the heavy metal box on the floor and opened it. She found a small package of white plastic drywall anchors and pulled it out, then she examined the screwdrivers in the box, but couldn’t find one with the distinctive star head.

  “There isn’t one here,” she said.

  “You sure? How about the one with the blue handle?”

  She moved the tools around, digging to the bottom of the box.

  “The only blue one in here has a square head.”

  “Yeah? Wait, it’s the red handled one.”

  She dug again. “None of them has a red handle.”

  Brent climbed down the ladder.

  “Hold on. I remember. Drake said he had to fix one of the lights on his deck, so he’d be taking one of the screwdrivers with him. Why don’t you go over and ask for it while I finish checking the batteries in the smoke detectors?”

  The one outside their bedroom had started beeping last night. Only periodically at first, then more persistently until Brent had gotten up to fix it. He’d been in the middle of changing the batteries on all of the units in the house when Pam had told him about the broken bracket on the curtain rod.

  Pam wanted to resist going over to Drake’s, but she knew Brent would push, wanting her to be comfortable around his family.

  She pursed her lips. It wasn’t a big deal. She’d just go knock on the door and Marie would answer. Pam would ask her for the tool and then be back here in minutes.

  “Okay. Right back.”

  “Don’t forget to take the key,” Brent said. “Marie might be out shopping.”

  Pam frowned. “Maybe you should go.”

  “Nonsense. She’s probably there, but if she isn’t just go out to the deck and check around for it.”

  She sighed and walked into the kitchen, then grabbed the key out of the drawer and headed out the front door.

  The warm sunshine washed over her and she breathed in the fresh air. Birds twittered in the trees as she walked along the sidewalk to Drake and Marie’s house. She walked up the steps, admiring the deep magenta blossoms in the garden. She’d have to ask Marie what kind they were.

  When she reached the front door, she knocked. After a few seconds, she knocked again.

  No one answered.

  She pulled the key from her pocket and pushed it in the lock, then opened the door. She peered inside, then called Marie’s name. No answer. She stepped further inside and closed the do
or behind her, then called again.

  Okay, where would the screwdriver be? Brent had said that Drake was fixing one of the deck lights, so she’d start on the deck and look around. Then try the garage. She walked across the living room and through the dining room toward the back of the house. When she reached the patio doors, she peered outside.

  Her jaw dropped open as shock burst through her.

  Marie was standing beside the picnic table. Totally naked. There was also a naked Drake standing with her.

  And another one.

  And another one.

  Well, the last one was actually on his knees. Licking Marie’s pussy.

  Pam’s cheeks flushed at the sight.

  She tried to drag her gaze away but… she couldn’t. Tingles ran up her spine at the sight of the three men stroking and kissing Marie. One with his mouth covering her round bosom. The third standing behind her, lifting her breast, offering it to his brother.

  All three of them with fully swollen cocks… so long, hard… and thick.

  She couldn’t drag her gaze away. She couldn’t stop imagining those big, muscular bodies surrounding her. The huge cocks brushing against her. One pressing into her mouth. Her hand gripped tightly around another. While the third pushed into her pussy.

  Her internal muscles contracted at the thought.

  But that delightfully erotic, yet embarrassing image, could not pull her mind totally from the disturbing thought pulsing through her. That although Marie and Drake were married, the other two brothers were also in committed relationships, so all four of them were cheating.

  What would Brent do if he knew?

  Oh, God, she couldn’t let him know. It would devastate him.

  Pam turned and hurried to the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled open the door and surged outside and down the walkway, nervously glancing back over her shoulder, then almost yelped as she bumped into someone. She glanced up to see Brent’s smiling face as he grasped her shoulders so she didn’t tumble from the impact.

  “Hey, what’s the hurry?”

  Chapter 5

  Pam’s heart thumped faster. “I just… I couldn’t find it.” She took Brent’s hand and started down the path again. Let’s go back to the house.”