Plus Three

by Opal Carew

  But he didn’t budge.

  “I’ll go in and check first. I take it Marie’s not home?”

  Pam froze. She couldn’t outright lie. But if she said Marie was there, there would be questions and…

  She tugged harder on his hand.

  “We can come back a little later. Why don’t we take a break right now? Maybe go out for lunch.”

  “We just had breakfast an hour ago. Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I just want to go home.”

  “Wait, is Marie home? Did she do something that upset you?”

  Pam could feel her cheeks flushing and she pulled harder on his hand.

  “Just come with me,” she insisted, not wanting Brent to walk in and see what she had seen.

  He turned but held firm to his position.

  “All right. On one condition. That you tell me what’s upset you.”

  She sucked in a breath. Her gaze darted to the house, then back to Brent. The longer they stood here, the more likely Marie or one of the brothers would discover them.

  “Okay, I’ll tell you. But when we get home.

  He nodded and followed her.

  Once in the house, he turned and planted his hands against the door on either side of her, preventing her from escaping.

  “So what gives?”

  She stared up at his handsome face, concern etching his eyes. Her heart ached. She couldn’t bring herself to disillusion him about his brothers.

  “It’s nothing, okay. Let’s just forget it.”

  His eyebrow arched up. “We had a deal, remember?”

  “I know but that’s because you were worried about me and you don’t have to be. Just put it down to the fact I’m still a bit nervous around your family.”

  She ducked under his arm and got about a foot away before he grasped her arm and pulled her back to him. He slid his arms around her waist and locked gazes with her, his lips turning up in an encouraging smile.

  “I know there’s more going on than that and I plan to get to the bottom of it. So spill it.”

  She frowned, but knew he wouldn’t give up. She nodded and slid from his arms, then led him to the couch. Once they were settled, she took his hand.

  “No one answered when I knocked on the door. I went inside and decided to look in the backyard for the screwdriver. When I got to the patio door, I looked outside and… um… well, I saw something.”

  She hesitated.

  Brent frowned. “What kind of something?”

  “Marie and Brent…”

  He blinked, waiting, but she couldn’t find the words to continue.

  His eyes widened. “Did you see the two of them going at it?”

  “Yes, but… it wasn’t the two of them.”

  As she watched his expression, she was surprised to see no change. She’d expected him to question her further. Or be shocked. Dismayed. At least curious.

  But he just pursed his lips and nodded, his expression serious.

  She bit her lip, wondering if she should question him. Make sure he understood what she’d seen.

  What the hell was she thinking? She hadn’t wanted to tell him at all. If he was happy dropping this, then so was she.

  She slid from his arms and headed to the kitchen, not sure what she was going to do next, but needing to stop this conversation. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water, then drank it.

  Brent hadn’t followed her. Clearly, he needed time to process. She walked down the hallway and saw Brent in the living room unpacking one of the boxes of books and placing them on the bookshelf. She headed up the stairs and into the spare room they were setting up as an office and started organizing the boxes in order of priority to unpack.

  Finally, she picked up the one with all the office supplies and carried it to the walk-in closet. Brent had built an organization unit inside with shelves and drawers. She opened the box and started pulling out items and putting them away.

  “So I think we should talk about this.”

  She glanced up at Brent’s voice. He stood leaning against the doorway.

  “I know something about my brothers that… I’m not sure you’ll approve of. Especially from your reaction.”

  “You know that they like to share Marie?” she asked cautiously.

  His jaw twitched. “Not just Marie. They also share Lori and Nicole.”

  Pam’s jaw dropped open. “Really?”

  “Fuck, did I just make it worse telling you that?”

  “No,” she assured him. “When I saw them I was shocked. But then I was worried you’d be disappointed in your brothers because they were cheating on Lori and Nicole. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you about it. I know how much you love your brothers and I was afraid it would hurt your relationship with them. But if they all know what’s going on and are agreeable, that’s different.”

  He smiled. “The only disappointment I have is that I wasn’t a triplet, too. What they have is… fuck, it’s incredibly hot.”

  Her eyebrows arched. “You want to have sex with other women?”

  “No. That’s not it at all. I like the idea of sharing one woman. I think that’s wildly exciting.”

  Then his gaze locked on her and heat simmered from his deep brown eyes.

  Instantly, she felt heat flush through her.

  Did he want to share her with his brothers?

  Pam’s heart thundered in her chest as Brent stepped toward her, his eyes glittering.

  The thought that Brent might have fantasized about sharing her with his three brothers excited her profoundly.

  He slid his arms around her and pulled her close. Eagerly, she tipped up her face and he captured her lips. His arms tightened around her. The feel of his hard muscles against her soft breasts caused her nipples to swell.

  She curled her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tighter to her body. The idea of being with his three brothers, their hands gliding over her, touching her everywhere, aroused her beyond reason. She drove her tongue into his mouth and swirled, then rocked her hips against the rigid shaft growing in his pants. She felt dizzy at the thought of freeing that cock and riding it hard.

  He nuzzled her neck, then pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re more excited than I’ve ever seen you. I think the idea of my brothers sharing a woman triggered some deep fantasy.”

  Then he glided his hand over the crotch of her jeans, cupping her snugly. She arched against him and was rewarded by him pressing his fingers tightly against her and stroking. She moaned softly, feeling the moisture dampening her panties.

  He backed her to the wall and pushed her shirt upward, then covered her breasts with his hands. He smiled, then pushed up her bra. When she felt his hot mouth cover her nipple, heat flooded through her. Then he suckled and she moaned, pulling his head tight to her chest.

  After teasing her mercilessly for several moments, he lifted his head, leaving her hard bud cold and needy. His gaze locked with hers, his dark brown eyes serious.

  “You know, if there’s anything you want… anything that excites you that you’d like to explore, we can always discuss it,” he said.

  She gazed at him with wide eyes, her heart pounding. Could she really tell him? If she confessed what she wanted, would he really be okay with it?

  “You mean like… you sharing me with your brothers?”

  His eyes lit up and his lips turned up in a smile. “Exactly.”

  “I…” she swallowed, drawing up her courage and pushing aside the warning voice screaming in her ear. “I find the idea exciting.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Really.” His smile broadened. “Good to know.”

  He rocked his hips against her. His cock had swelled to a marble-hard column. She unzipped his pants and reached inside, then wrapped her hand around it and stroked. Heat pulsed through her at the thought of the big cock inside her. Oh, God, at the thought of one of his three gorgeous, identical brothers’ pushing his cock into her. And Brent and the others w
atching.

  She released him long enough to unfasten her own jeans and push them down, along with her panties, then she captured his thick cock again. Shivers raced through her as she guided his cockhead to her slick opening.

  “Fuck me, Brent.” The insistent words came out in a guttural command.

  He chuckled and leaned in to capture her lips. Then he drove forward, skewering her with one deep thrust.

  She tossed her head back against the wall at the delirious pleasure.

  “Oh, yes!” she moaned.

  He pumped into her, his thick cock stroking her passage again and again. She clung to his shoulders as pleasure swirled inside her, building higher and higher.

  Her body vibrated with delightful ripples of pure bliss as he thrust deeper and harder, until a staggering shudder of pure pleasure jolted through her.

  “Ohhhh, Brent,” she moaned. “I’m coming.”

  He groaned and drove deep again, pinning her to the wall.

  Hot liquid gushed inside her. Her orgasm blazed hotter, catapulting her into sheer ecstasy.

  He rocked his hips, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

  Finally, he slowed and she collapsed against him. He held her tight, then nuzzled her temple.

  She rested her head against his chest, a huge smile creeping across her face. Sex with Brent just kept getting better.

  And now… a shiver of excitement rippled through her… it would be beyond incredible. With the help of his three brothers.

  Pam read her book, cozy with her feet stretched out over Brent’s lap on the couch. They had finished the unpacking this afternoon and were enjoying a break.

  Brent’s cell chimed and he picked it up and glanced at the screen.

  “My brother wants to talk to you,” Brent said.

  “What about?” Pam asked.

  His expression was solemn, but his eyes glittered.

  “You’ll have to ask him that,” he said, his voice deadpan.

  He stood up and took her hand. She followed him out the door and down the street. Once at Drake’s front door, Brent opened it and walked inside, then led her down the hall to Drake’s office.

  “Knock on the door,” Brent said.

  She knocked.

  “Come in.” Drake’s voice could be heard from behind the door.

  With a quick glance at Brent, she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. She stepped inside, conscious of Brent following her.

  Drake glanced up from his desk, then nodded to a chair facing him.

  “Sit down.”

  The office was large with oak shelving and a sitting area with a couch and two armchairs. She sat down in the guest chair facing his desk, her stomach tightening. Brent sat down in the sitting area behind her.

  “I understand you behaved inappropriately the other day,” Drake said.

  Chapter 6

  A chill raced through Pam as Drake’s earnest gaze locked on her. Gone was the warm, charming Drake, replaced by an imposing authoritative figure.

  Her fingers tightened around the armrests. “Wh-what did I do?”

  His eyebrow arched up. “You came into our house and watched my wife and me having sex.”

  “I d-didn’t mean to,” she stuttered. “It was an accident.”

  “You saw us with Abel and Craig and then told Brent about it.”

  Her lips clamped closed. She didn’t want to tell him Brent already knew. That was up to Brent. And she wasn’t really sure what was going on here. Given the open relationship Drake and his brothers and their partners had, she wouldn’t think he’d have a problem with this. Unless he was unhappy that Brent now knew about it.

  “Certain actions have consequences and your action requires punishment.”

  “Drake, Pam isn’t used to having someone imposing rules nor being punished,” Brent said.

  “Then I think it’s high time she gets used to it.” Drake rolled back his chair and stood up. “Pam, I understand that you want to be a part of this family. Does that mean you’re willing to accept our rules?”

  She nodded. She wanted to be accepted by Brent’s family more than anything.

  “Then you’ll submit to punishment?”

  She bit her lip as she glanced over her shoulder to Brent. He nodded his encouragement. She turned back to Drake and met his gaze.

  “Yes,” she stated humbly.

  “Good. Now address me as sir.”

  A tingle danced down her spine.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He nodded in approval. “Now come over here.”

  She stood up and walked around the desk. She was trembling, wondering what he was going to do. She knew she could say no. Just walk away. But Brent was here. She knew she was safe.

  And this whole situation was arousing her in ways she didn’t quite understand.

  “Bend over the desk,” Drake said.

  She turned and bent over the desk, resting her hands on the glossy wooden surface.

  “Now lift your skirt to your waist.”

  Her breathing stopped. Oh, God, could she do this? She wore a thong underneath so Brent’s older brother would see her naked ass.

  “Now.” Drake’s voice was firm.

  Still leaning over the desk, she reached around and grasped the floral fabric of her sundress on both sides and bunched it up around her waist. Cool air wafted over her naked behind.

  “I’m going to spank you now,” Drake said matter-of-factly.

  He paused and she realized he was waiting for permission. Her gaze flickered to Brent, her cheeks flushing. He smiled at her and nodded.

  He was clearly okay with this and… Oh, God, she wanted it.

  She glanced down at the desktop again.

  “Yes, sir.”

  His hand connected with her ass with a loud smack. It stung a little, but didn’t really hurt. Then he smacked again. And again. Heat washed through her and she felt her insides melt. His hand whacked against her again and she was worried he’d feel the wetness forming on her panties.

  God, she would never have believed something like this could turn her on so much. Not just a man smacking her bottom, but her boyfriend’s sexy older brother. Disciplining her. In front of Brent.

  He smacked again, a little harder now, and a moan escaped her lips. After two more slaps, he stepped back.

  “Stand up and face me.”

  She obeyed, keeping her gaze downturned. She was too embarrassed at her excitement to face him. She did notice that he had a swollen bulge in his pants. And quite an impressive one.

  “She seems to be enjoying this. I’m afraid she’s not taking this seriously,” Drake said.

  “Pam, you need to show Drake that you accept his authority,” Brent said.

  She nodded and raised her gaze to Drake. “How can I do that, sir?”

  “One way is to submit to my commands without question. Are you willing to do that?”

  “Yes, sir. I will do whatever you tell me to do.”

  “Good.” Although Drake kept his gaze solemn, she could see a glitter of excitement in his blue-grey eyes. “Then take off your dress.”

  She shivered. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the halter dress, so she’d be practically naked in front of him. In fact, Brent had suggested she wear this dress today. And the thong. He must have been in on this.

  She untied the strap around her neck, then unfastened the zipper on the skirt. Slowly, watching his blue-grey eyes, she lowered the top. As her naked breasts were exposed to him, his eyes grew darker. She also noticed the swell in his pants increasing in size.

  She let the dress fall to the floor and stood tall, her arms by her sides, letting him take in the sight of her. Her gaze dropped to his steadily growing erection.

  “I see you’ve noticed the affect your lovely breasts are having on me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Would you like to touch it?”

  She sucked in a breath. A quick glance at Brent and his answering nod gave her the confidence
she needed.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Drake smiled. “Then do it.”

  She stepped forward and pressed her hand to his erection. Excitement skittered through her at the feel of the hard column of flesh.

  Drake tucked his hand under her breast, sending heat thrumming through her. Then he found her other breast and caressed both gently. She stroked his hard, thick cock.

  “Open the zipper and pull it out,” he murmured.

  She pulled the tab down, then reached inside. She grasped his thick shaft, the heat of his flesh sending hot flashes through her. She drew it out and stared at the long, thick member pulsing in her hand. Then she stroked up and down.

  “Yeah, fuck. Take it in your mouth.”

  She crouched down and pressed her lips to it. It oozed with clear liquid and she licked it, then took the corona into her mouth. She suckled and he groaned.

  She glided deeper, conscious of the fact Brent was watching her. She couldn’t see his face, but she imagined his eyes filled with excitement.

  Drake’s hand curled around her scalp and he guided her gently, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She squeezed him and he moaned in appreciation.

  “That feels good, baby. I love your mouth around me.”

  She glided forward, taking him deeper. She pulsed on him, short fast strokes. Then she moved in long deep strokes again. His hand simply followed her now, his fingers curled through her long hair.

  “Ahhh, I’m going to come,” Drake moaned.

  His hand loosened on her. She could pull back if she wanted and finish him with her hand, but instead she dove deeper, squeezing him with her lips, then moved forward and back. He groaned and hot liquid erupted into her mouth. She kept pumping, encouraging more.

  Once he was done, she licked around his tip and then swallowed.

  She drew his still erect cock from her mouth and stood up. Their gazes locked and held for a long moment. Then his arms slid around her waist and he pulled her tight to him, his lips finding hers. He kissed her with an explosive passion. His tongue thrust into her mouth and swirled around.

  “I want to fuck you,” he murmured against her ear.