“My heart has always belonged to you, Blair. There hasn’t been a single night in seven years that I didn’t fall asleep with visions of you in my head.” He swallowed hard, and his voice broke. “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay.”
Tears filled Blair’s eyes as she went up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Grant’s neck. She pulled him close and kissed him the way she’d wanted to ever since he’d walked back into their lives. Grant moaned and closed the last bit of distance between them, pressing his chest against the nipples Drake had left throbbing with need. His tongue swept into her mouth and danced with hers. The intense passion she’d felt with Drake moments before came rushing back.
Not wanting Drake to feel left out, Blair dropped one arm and reached back, grabbing his hip, urging him closer. She wanted to feel sandwiched between them. Drake’s hard-on rubbed against her butt cheeks again, and she moaned at the contact. Drake dragged her hair aside, giving him access to her neck once more. He nibbled on her soft skin before whispering, “I never thought I’d be turned on by watching someone else kiss you, but damn, that’s hot.”
His hips tilted, and he humped her ass, pushing her into Grant’s thick erection. Drake grasped her T-shirt at her waist and pulled it out of her jeans. He didn’t stop lifting it until he’d exposed her chest. “Grant, take a breather for a sec.”
With obvious reluctance, Grant ended the kiss so Drake could draw the shirt over Blair’s head. Her heart rate raced as Grant stared at her bra-restricted breasts. Slowly bringing his hands up, he cupped the orbs and raised them, as if testing their weight and recalling all the times he’d worshiped them. Blair wondered if he was displeased with her breasts now—the last time he’d seen them was before she’d given birth to and nursed three children.
“Hey, what was that thought?”
She hadn’t realized she’d stiffened and frowned at the idea Grant wouldn’t like her body now. At Grant’s question, Drake stepped around her and stood next to his brother, with concern in his eyes. “Blair?”
Staring at her husband’s chest, she shrugged. “My body’s different from the last time Grant saw me. I don’t want him to be disappointed.”
“Aw, sweetheart, look at me,” Grant ordered as he cupped her jaw. She hesitated before meeting his gaze. “You could never disappoint me. You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. And these curves?” He ran his hands down her sides and over her wide hips. “They just make you even sexier than the last time I saw you—especially knowing they’re the result of three beautiful kids, one of whom is mine.” He clutched her hips and pulled her toward him. “I’m looking forward to holding onto these as I fuck your ass. God, I miss that almost as much as I miss being inside your pussy.”
Blair’s mouth dropped open, and she didn’t want to look at Drake. He had to be shocked by Grant’s blunt announcement. Apparently, Grant caught a glimpse of his brother’s astonished face because he asked, “What’s wrong, Drake?”
“Um . . . you . . . you—you two had . . . um . . . a-anal sex? Blair?”
Obviously, he didn’t want to hear the answer from his brother—he wanted it from her. Blair’s cheeks flamed as she kept her gaze on his chest, but his hand reached out and tilted her chin until her only choices were to close her eyes or look at his intense gaze.
Oh boy.
Chapter Seventeen
Grant looked back and forth between his brother and the woman they both loved. Either Blair had lied to him all those years ago, when she’d told him she loved anal sex, or she’d hidden the fact from Drake. Grant was inclined to go with the latter. His Blair had been as voracious about sex as he’d been. He was pretty sure they’d done about three quarters of the Kama Sutra positions back then and probably would’ve tried them all by now if he hadn’t ended up in that damn prison camp.
If he didn’t take over this conversation, he might be taking another cold shower tonight—and that wasn’t happening. Not after he’d kissed Blair and couldn’t wait to do it again. Thinking about Carter, Sawyer, and the other men who belonged to Sawyer’s BDSM club in Tampa, Grant channeled his inner dominant.
He frowned, took a step back, and crossed his arms. “I get the impression there are things you two never discussed concerning your sex life. I’m not sure why, but that ends right here and now. Blair, Drake asked you a question; you owe him a truthful answer. If this is going to work between the three of us, communication is going to be key.”
Blair’s throat rippled as she swallowed hard before her eyes met Drake’s. “I’m sorry. You never expressed any interest in that, and I didn’t want you to think I was comparing you to Grant.”
Groaning, Drake thrust his hands into his hair. “And I didn’t think you’d be interested either. We’d taken things so slowly in the beginning, everything vanilla, and I was afraid I’d scare you if I told you some of my fantasies. Sex was always great between us, you rock my world all the time, but I thought I’d embarrass you and turn you off by asking for anal. Now I’m kicking myself in the ass—no pun intended—for not being open about things I wanted to do to you—with you.”
“I think you’ll find Blair will like most of those things, brother.” Grant smirked. “Is there anything else you two need to discuss or can we move this into the master bedroom? If I don’t get out of these jeans soon, I’m going to have a permanent indent from the button fly.”
Drake chuckled and pulled Blair into his arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. “We can’t let that happen, can we, honey? Besides, I agree with him. Lead the way, so I can eye that gorgeous ass I can’t stop thinking about now.”
She blushed and smiled but did as requested and, without bothering putting her shirt back on, led them down the hall to the master bedroom. Thank God it was on the opposite side of the house from the kids’ rooms on the second floor. Grant planned on doing some nasty, delicious things to their mother that they didn’t need to wake up and hear. He realized now he’d never heard his parents going at it all those years ago—not that he’d ever wanted to.
As they followed Blair, both Drake’s and Grant’s gazes were glued to her shapely ass, and Grant’s mouth watered. Even though he’d been jacking off every day to mental images of her, ever since arriving in Hazard, he was certain he wouldn’t last more than a minute inside her body before exploding like a randy teenager losing his virginity. Drake would, undoubtedly, ensure Blair was taken care of the first time, and Grant would just have to make it up to her in round two—and round three.
Once they were behind the closed bedroom door, Blair turned to face them. A flash of uncertainty appeared on her face. “I—um—how do we start this?”
Grant grinned, suggestively. “Oh, we’ve already started, sweetheart, but before we continue, I want to watch Drake undress you—slowly.”
Grant leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms and ankles. His body might seem relaxed, but his dark eyes told a different story. He was strung tightly and trying not to pounce on her. Blair looked forward to testing his restraint. Her mouth turned up in a sexy smile as she pivoted toward Drake and kicked off her slippers. “You heard the man.”
“I most certainly did.” Drake didn’t go straight to stripping her. Instead, he took measured steps as he circled around her. His hand trailed at an excruciatingly slow pace up her arm, across her bare back, and around to the front, just under her breasts. Goosebumps followed wherever he touched her, and Blair shivered in anticipation. Yes, sex with Drake had been more on the vanilla side over the years, when compared to sex with Grant, but her husband had no trouble giving her amazing orgasms. Their styles might’ve been different, but both Grant and Drake knew how to please their woman, and, now, Blair was going to have both of them pleasing her at the same time. The combination might just kill her, or, at least, put her into a sex-induced coma.
Drake stopped behind her and unhooked her lacy bra. Her breasts dropped to their natural state, and she wavered, again, at the thought of Grant being disappo
inted in the maternal changes to her body. Sliding the straps down, her husband revealed the fleshy orbs to his brother. Grant’s eyes heated again, and he gulped but didn’t move or say a word. His reaction brought her confidence back up a few notches. Remembering how he loved to watch her play with her nipples, she brought her hands up and tugged on them, which made her clit throb even more. She knew her actions had gotten the intended response when Grant uncrossed his ankles and unashamedly adjusted the bulge in his crotch.
Reaching around her waist, Drake unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. Blair was wet and wanting as her gaze remained on Grant. Drake peeled off her jeans, and she stepped out of them. Now the only thing she had on were her panties, and both men were fully dressed. That knowledge ratcheted up her desire.
Blair licked her suddenly dry lips and waited for Grant to say something. His fiery gaze dragged upward from her feet to her torso. After lingering a few moments on her breasts, his eyes reached her face. “I hope those aren’t a favorite pair of panties.”
Oh, God! She knew what he was about to do before he even took a step toward her. When they’d been together, she’d lost numerous pieces of underwear when he’d ripped them off her in a whirlwind of passion. She stood perfectly still as he approached. The corners of his mouth ticked upward, and there was a hint of laughter in his eyes; he knew what she was remembering. Blair smirked and didn’t protest when he grabbed the waistband of the lacy garment and shredded it from her body. He brought the ruined fabric to his nose and inhaled her scent. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as he hummed, “Mmm, just as tantalizing as I remember.”
Dropping the panties to the floor, Grant tugged her hand, leading her toward the bed. He sat down and pulled her between his knees. “I need to feast on that delicious pussy of yours that I’ve been dreaming about, while Drake fucks your mouth. Brother, what do you think her punishment should be if she comes before you do?”
“Punishment? Hmm, I like the sound of that,” Drake responded in her ear. She jumped because she hadn’t known he’d moved with her and Grant. He held her still by grasping her hips. “How about a spanking, sweetheart? Is that something else Grant used to do to you? Now that I’m learning more about what you two did together, I’m becoming obsessed with your ass.”
To punctuate his point, one hand slapped her ass cheek. The sting sent jolts of electricity straight to her clit. Blair gasped then moaned. While Drake had never pulled her over his knees and spanked her like Grant had done many times, he had turned her on by slapping her ass whenever he’d taken her doggie style. He hadn’t hit her nearly as hard as Grant used to, but it’d still been hot and increased the strength of her orgasms. She’d always liked a bit of pain during foreplay and sex and now wished she hadn’t held back that information from Drake, just taking what he’d given her and not asking for anything more.
As she set her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, Grant ran a hand through her drenched folds. “Yup, she liked that, brother. Oh, yeah, she definitely liked that.” He held up his fingers, which were coated with her juices, for Drake to see how much that little had slap turned her on. “I’m looking forward to reintroducing you to our play, Blair. I have a feeling Drake is going to love it as much as you and I do.”
God, he’d been an idiot, hiding his deeper desires from his wife. Drake was harder than he’d ever been just thinking about pulling Blair over his lap and spanking her lush ass. He hadn’t had a problem with a little slap and tickle during sex with her but had been too worried about her reactions to initiate anything more than that. She’d been so fragile and broken that first year after Grant’s disappearance that Drake had handled her with kid gloves when it came to just about everything. After a while, it’d become a habit, he guessed. One he’d been afraid to break for fear of losing her. But that fear was gone now that Grant was back and the three of them were on the same page.
After stripping his clothes off, Drake dropped to his knees behind Blair and nudged her inner thighs apart. “Spread them wide for me, baby.”
As he kneaded her ass, he leaned back a little and got a great view of Grant’s fingers penetrating Blair’s pussy. Instead of jealousy raising its green head like he’d expected, Drake just got more turned on, and it felt like a final piece of a puzzle was being put into place. As much as he loved Blair and she loved him, it seemed to him there had always been a tiny sense of something missing between them. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought it’d been Grant. Drake and his brother had never shared a woman in their lives, but he’d watched Grant have sex once before, with one of the few girls Grant had dated in high school before Blair. They’d been in the barn when an unsuspecting Drake had walked by. Moaning coming through a door that had been slightly ajar had easily caught his attention. Peeking in, he’d gotten his first live introduction to sex as Grant had fucked some girl, whose name Drake couldn’t remember. All he could recall was she’d been hot, willing, and loud, and she’d only been in Hazard for a few weeks that summer, visiting relatives. He and Grant had never seen her again after that.
Shifting his attention, he separated Blair’s ass cheeks and eyed the puckered rosette he was now dying to fuck. Unfortunately, he doubted that would happen tonight. It’d been a long time since she’d taken a cock there, and they’d need to spend time prepping her so they wouldn’t hurt her—he knew that much at least. He’d let Grant take the lead on that, yielding to his experience, since Drake had only been with one woman who’d been willing to try anal—once—and it’d been a long time ago. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give Blair a taste of what would be coming soon.
Drake reached over to the second drawer in Blair’s nightstand, where they kept a vibrator and some lube. He loved fucking her pussy with the vibe while sucking on her clit. Yeah, the sex he and Blair had might not be as kinky as she’d apparently had with Grant, but it definitely hadn’t been hump-and-dump in the missionary-position-only kind of sex either. Although, with three young kids in the house, who often drained whatever energy both parents had left after working and doing chores all day, there had been more quickies lately, instead of long, languid lovemaking sessions. Tonight would be different, though. If Drake had his way, the Hadley brothers would spend the entire night showing Blair how much they both loved her.
Taking the lube, Drake squirted some down the crack of Blair’s ass. She stiffened and gasped, as if knowing his intentions without even asking, before her muscles relaxed again. “Just my finger, baby,” he assured her. “I want to tease you a bit before you and Grant start your feasts.”
Her thighs quivered and her ass clenched as Drake massaged the lube into her back hole. “Relax, Blair; I’ll be gentle.”
She moaned into Grant’s mouth, as she allowed her muscles to release their tension, and thrust her ass toward Drake. Slowly, and carefully, he pushed one fingertip inside her before pulling out and adding more lube. When he tried to ease in again, she threw her head back, panting and giving Grant access to her breasts, which he took full advantage of. Whatever he did to the taut peaks and her clit was enough to distract Blair, and suddenly Drake’s finger breached the tight ring of her anus.
She was hot as hell as she squirmed between the two brothers. “Oh, Drake! Grant! Oh, shit! Don’t stop! Please, don’t . . .”
As Drake finger fucked her ass, he brought his other hand up to her pussy. Grant was busy torturing her nipples and clit, so Drake slid two fingers into her tight, wet core. She rocked her hips back and forth, taking everything they gave her. Her moans, gasps for air, and murmurs of desperation filled the room. Drake’s cock was dying to get inside her—anywhere inside her—but he wanted to watch her shatter for them first. From the looks and sound of things, it wouldn’t take long at all.
Twisting his wrist, Drake’s fingers searched for and found her G-spot. He rubbed it and increased the pace and depth of his other finger in her ass. In front of her, Grant also magnified his ministrations. The quadruple assault quickly brou
ght Blair to the edge. Her high-pitched keening told Drake she was ready to fly. “Come for us, baby.”
Chapter Eighteen
Blair needed no further encouragement or instructions. Grant’s hand left her breast and moved to the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down onto his as her orgasm broke loose. She screamed into his mouth, while her pussy and ass clamped down on Drake’s fingers, almost crushing them. Blair shattering in the throes of passion was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. If it weren’t for the kids, he would’ve planned on keeping her naked and sated for the foreseeable future.
The two men drew out her climax as long as possible, until she finally sagged against Grant. Drake pulled his fingers from her body. “I’ll be right back.”
He stepped into their en suite bath and cleaned his hands with soap and water before returning to the bedroom. Grant had already adjusted himself, lying widthwise across the bed, his head about a foot and a half from the far edge. “Straddle my face, darlin’. Then lean forward, so Drake can fuck your sweet mouth.”
The thought of his cock hitting the back of her throat had Drake nearly delirious with need. Gripping his shaft to keep from exploding, he circled around to the other side of the bed, while Blair climbed into position. “Remember, baby, if you come before I do, you’re going to get a spanking before Grant fucks you.”
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