Between her spread thighs, Grant groaned. “Sure, make me suffer and wait to come. Although, I don’t think I’ll last more than a minute or two after getting inside her.”
Drake grinned. Even though Grant had complained, Drake knew his brother was going to do everything he could to make sure Blair came first. As horny as he was, Drake had enough restraint to guarantee the same outcome—he hoped. They’d barely started this threesome thing and it was already hotter than anything Drake had expected. Being naked and in the same room as Grant wasn’t a big deal—they’d seen each other’s junk plenty of times growing up. There was no incestuous attraction to make things uncomfortable, and no embarrassment either. But watching Blair and Grant interact sexually was a huge turn-on, something Drake hadn’t expected. Even though he’d agreed to try this ménage, he hadn’t thought he’d be totally okay with seeing them pleasure each other. Not only was he okay with it, now, he couldn’t wait to see more.
“What do I get if I make Drake come first?” she teased, her eyes dancing with delight and desire.
Standing in front of Blair, Drake replied, “We’ll make you come until you beg us to stop. Now, spread your knees wider, and set that pussy on Grant’s mouth.”
The moment she did, Grant licked her slit, making her hips buck. “Delicious,” was his muffled comment, as Blair moaned and closed her eyes. A chuckle came from Grant. “Let the contest begin.”
“Lean forward and take me, baby.”
Blair’s eyelids lifted again, and she bent at the waist. Her tongue came out and ran up the length of Drake’s cock from root to tip. She gasped at something Grant did, and Drake took advantage of her open mouth. He thrust his hips forward, plunging his cock into her wet heat. One of the many things Grant had taught her during their time together had, apparently, been how to breathe properly while deep throating. Drake was grateful of that fact, since he’d enjoyed many nights with his cock down his wife’s throat as she’d swallowed around him.
With her hands on his hips for balance, Blair squirmed and bobbed her head up and down, as Drake used her mouth and Grant tortured her clit and pussy. She kept her warm gaze on Drake. There was nothing but love and passion in her eyes—absolutely nothing for him to worry about. She was still his, but she was also Grant’s. The brothers could give her everything she wanted and needed and more. And if something happened to Drake, Grant would take care of Blair and the kids, and vice versa. Grant would also be able to watch and help his son grow up to be a good man—and not from a distance. After the stalker problem was over, the three adults would sit down and figure out all the issues they needed to work on for their ménage relationship to be successful. There undoubtedly would be some bumps in the road, but Drake was now certain this was meant to be. If Shane, Tucker, and Paige could make their threesome work, then so could the Hadleys. And if they had any questions or concerns, their friends were, apparently, more than happy to give them seasoned advice.
Blair’s tongue laved him as he pulled out of her mouth, then moved out of the way when he thrust in again, hitting the back of her throat. When she swallowed, he clenched his jaw and started doing multiplication tables in his head, refusing to go over the edge first. She was grinding her pussy onto Grant’s mouth as the man devoured her, but she was avidly trying to get Drake to come before she did. Either way, she’d be rewarded—only one way would result in her ass being reddened first.
Shit, that thought almost made him come.
Nine times nine is eighty-one.
Ten times nine is ninety.
Eleven times nine is ninety-nine.
Twelve times nine is . . . is . . . ah, hell, who cares what it is?
When Blair’s fingers tightened, digging into his hips, Drake knew she was close and thanked his lucky stars because he wasn’t going to last much longer. He smirked and reached down, pinching her nipples—all was fair in love and war, of course. Her eyes widened as she screamed around him, her orgasm disintegrating her. He held off his impending climax as long as he could, so he wouldn’t choke her with his cum. After a few moments, her gaze returned to his and she sucked hard on his cock. That was all he needed to let go. He stifled a roar as he spent himself and Blair swallowed every drop.
She licked Drake clean as Grant eased out from underneath her and got to his feet. He quickly stripped, but Drake didn’t pay him any attention until he heard Blair gasp. Grant froze as the two of them stared at his body. Healed scars and burn marks peppered his torso, shoulders, upper arms, legs, and groin. Sitting up, with tears in her eyes, Blair reached out to touch a long scar underneath Grant’s left nipple, but he grabbed her wrist with one hand and brushed away her tears with the fingers of his other hand. “Please don’t cry for me, sweetheart. They’ve healed and no longer hurt. I’ve been seeing a shrink since my rescue and have learned to deal with the scars. While they’re not pretty, they’re a reminder that I went through Hell but survived it. We’ll discuss them another time but not now. There are far more enjoyable things I’d prefer to do with you right now.”
Blair hesitated a moment before nodding. When Grant’s gaze flittered to Drake’s, the younger man swallowed the pity he felt, knowing his brother would hate it. With a nod, Drake pasted on a smile and tried to regain the mood they’d lost for a moment. “Grant’s right, baby. We’re not done with you yet, and I’m still dying to spank your ass.”
After a moment’s hesitation, probably to make sure they were all on the same page again, Grant retrieved a condom from his wallet, tossing both on the nightstand. There would come a day soon when prophylactics wouldn’t be necessary, but Drake was happy his brother was taking the precaution until he’d gotten a clean bill of health.
Standing at the side of the bed, Grant flipped Blair onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up until she was on her knees. A giggle escaped her when Grant tapped her butt. “Keep your head down and this pretty ass in the air, sweetheart. Drake’s going to give you ten slaps for coming first and then I’ll give you ten more. After your punishment is done, I’m going to fuck your pussy and pray I last long enough to make sure you come again. Okay.”
“That’s more than okay,” she responded, getting into the proper position.
It looked like Blair was more than happy at the prospect of getting a spanking. Whether that was because it really turned her on or she was looking for a way to get past the awkward moment they’d encountered over Grant’s scars didn’t really matter. Drake mentally shook his head, thinking of all the wasted opportunities he’d had to introduce more kink into their sex life over the years. Well, better late than never.
Grant took a step back and gestured to Blair’s beautiful ass. “She’s all yours, brother. Give her a good warm up. Hard enough to sting but not bruise.”
Drake was a little hesitant—he didn’t want to hit Blair too hard and hurt her. Yeah, he’d slapped her ass while taking her from behind before, but those hadn’t been real spankings—more like love taps, and he knew that’s not what Grant was referring to.
As if sensing his brother’s uncertainty, Grant moved forward and, without warning, swatted Blair’s right ass cheek, then held his hand over the spot. The crack was loud in the bedroom, but Blair’s startled gasp was followed by a sexy moan and the wiggling of her hips that said she’d eagerly welcome another slap. When he pulled his hand away, her flesh was a pretty shade of pink.
“It sounds harder than it was,” Grant said, stepping back. “She’ll be drenched again by the time you reach ten. She’ll be begging to be fucked before I reach twenty. Trust me.”
Drake set a hand on Blair’s lower back. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much, baby?”
Glancing over her shoulder at him, she smiled. “I trust you both not to harm me, but I’ll let you know if I can’t take anymore.” She winked and wiggled her ass again. “Now give it your best shot, stud.”
He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. God, he loved her. “Brat.”
Rearing back, he
swung his hand toward her buttocks, aiming for the left cheek. The crack wasn’t as loud as when Grant had hit her, but Blair still moaned.
“Harder,” Grant instructed. “And not in the same spots—overlapping is fine but spread them out. You can hit her upper thighs and sit spots too.”
Drake aimed the next slap under the curve of her right ass cheek, a little harder than the first. Blair yelped, then begged, “More!”
Grinning, Drake was more than happy to oblige her. With each slap, he grew harder, even though he’d just come a few minutes ago. By the time he reached ten, Blair’s ass and upper thighs were pink. After admiring his handiwork for a moment, he eyed his brother who nodded. “Very nice. That pink is a nice shade on her, but wait till you see it when it’s red.” Grant ran his hand over her tender skin. “How’re you doing, sweetheart? Good to continue?”
“I’m good . . . please don’t stop.” She was a little breathless, and her body had a fine sheen of perspiration. If he put his hand between her legs, he knew she’d be drenched for him.
“That’s our girl. Drake, go around and watch her face.” When Drake’s eyes narrowed, Grant continued. “I’m going to be hitting her harder than you did, and I want you to observe her reactions. If you don’t think she can handle any more, let me know. But, remember, I’m also going to be reading her body language. She’ll be crying before I’m done, but it’s not a bad thing.”
When Grant’s first strike landed, Drake jumped, his eyes widening. Grant could almost hear what his brother was thinking. That’d been a lot harder than his demonstration spank at the beginning, but even if Drake didn’t think Blair could handle it, Grant knew better. While neither he nor Blair had ever been into dominance and submission, or sadism and masochism, they had enjoyed bondage and spanking, along with some other light forms of play that were probably common in BDSM circles. Grant wouldn’t give Blair more than what she could take from him. And if she told him to stop, he would.
By the third slap, he knew she was crying. But that didn’t stop her from asking him for more. Drake kept his gaze on her face, but he clearly didn’t see a reason to put a halt to her fun-ishment. That was good—it meant he was reading her facial expressions and body language correctly. As he peppered her ass, Grant’s cock demanded he stop playing around and fuck her. His little head would get its wish in a few moments, but not before Grant delivered the grand finale. After six spanks, he massaged both globes of her ass. “I’m not going to pause for the last four—they’ll be hard and fast. Then I’m going to take you the same way. All right?”
“Y-yes! Please!”
Grant eyed Drake, silently asking if he agreed she was still good to go. When his brother nodded, Grant landed the last four smacks in rapid succession—the first two on her sit spots and the final ones right across the middle of her ass.
“Ahhhhh, shit,” she cried out. “Hurry, Grant! Fuck me, please!”
“As much as I’m tempted to take you from behind, I want to watch your face this first time,” he said almost reverently. He grasped her ankles, flipped her onto her back, and then reached for the condom on the nightstand. While her cheeks and jaw were stained from her tears, her eyes pleaded with him. She was holding on by a thread, and it wouldn’t take long for her to come.
After he sheathed himself, Grant climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs. Her pussy wept with need, glistening in the light from the lamp on the nightstand. His cock was super-sensitive, desperate to get inside her for the first time in years. When he glanced at Drake, a flash of uncertainty appeared on the younger man’s face. Not wanting his brother to feel like a third wheel, Grant said, “Kiss her and play with her nipples. I meant it when I said I’m not going to last, and I want her to come one more time before I do.”
He knew his words had the desired effect on Drake because the apprehension disappeared from his face. Drake smiled and nodded. Leaning down, he captured Blair’s mouth as his hands found her breasts, pinching and pulling on the taut peaks. Grant watched them, enjoying how quickly Drake got her writhing again. Unable to wait any longer, Grant lined his cock up with Blair’s waiting entrance, then thrust inside her. He was far from being gentle and hoped she wouldn’t mind, because his restraint was gone.
Her hips bucked, taking him deeper, and Grant slammed his eyes shut as her warmth surrounded him. Despite an apparent healthy sex life, and having given birth to three children, Blair’s cunt was still tight and fit him like a glove that was a size too small. Grant groaned. He was balls deep inside her but remained still. It would only take three or four thrusts before he came. While Drake was getting her worked up, Grant needed things to speed along. Reaching between his and Blair’s bodies, he fingered her clit. The combined assault proved too much for her overly responsive body. When he felt the starting quivers of her impending orgasm ripple around him, Grant pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again. Blair ripped her mouth from Drake’s. “Oh, God! I’m coming!”
Two more passes along her undulating vaginal walls, and Grant exploded, coming harder than he ever had in his life. His body sagged against hers as Drake left them alone for a moment, stepping into the bathroom. Grant stared down at the woman he loved. She was still gasping for air, but she reached up and caressed his sweat-soaked face. “I love you.”
Grant’s heart soared at her declaration. He finally felt he’d come home. Before tonight, he’d been a visitor in his childhood house, but now, he was back where he belonged. “I never stopped loving you, sweetheart. And I never will.”
When Drake returned with a damp washcloth, Blair’s gaze shifted to him. “And I love you too. Thank you both for not making me choose.”
After handing Grant the washcloth, Drake leaned down and brushed his lips over Blair’s. “I love you too, baby, and I always will.”
Once Grant had disposed of the condom and cleaned Blair up a bit, Drake turned her until her head rested on a pillow in the middle of the kind-sized bed. Grant didn’t miss how he’d left plenty of room for both of them to lay down on either side of her. Grant climbed into bed and stretched out beside Blair, putting his arm across her body, just below her breasts. On the other side, Drake did the same, with his arm across her waist. Within minutes, all three of them were sound asleep.
Chapter Nineteen
Three days later . . .
When Blair hesitated to take Grant’s hand so he could help her from the middle seat of her SUV, he smiled at her. “Having second thoughts? We can go back home if you want.”
“No!” the three kids shouted in unison, having obviously overheard Grant from the backseat.
You promised, Mom,” Trevor added. He was the one who would be the most disappointed if they didn’t head into the fairgrounds. Her oldest was signed up to ride in the mutton-busting competition. He’d be going up against other seven-year-olds to see who could stay on the back of a sheep the longest. She didn’t want everyone to remain behind locked doors, even though there was an implied threat against them. If they gave in to their fears, the bad guy would win. That wasn’t to say they wouldn’t be taking precautions today—Vic, Manny, Bruce, and Liam had parked their two SUVs next to theirs, one to the right of Blair’s and the other directly behind it. The men had followed them there and would be walking around with them, keeping them all safe. As nervous as Blair was, she didn’t want to give into her fears—not when the kids had been looking forward to today for months.
Putting on her best smile, she took Grant’s hand. “Nope, we’re staying. I was just trying to remember if I’d packed the sunscreen.”
The expression he gave her said he knew she’d told a white lie, but he completely understood why. As she got to her feet, he leaned in and whispered, “We’ll keep you and them safe; I promise.”
She gave him a chaste peck on the cheek—which was now soft and smooth after he’d shaved this morning—since they’d agreed to keep their newly established threesome to themselves for now. “I know you will.”
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sp; “I wanna hold your hand, Uncle Grant,” Regan announced as she jumped down from the backseat. “And I wanna go to the petting zoo.”
“Holding hands and the petting zoo, you’ve got it, sweetie. Let’s go.”
As he took the little girl’s hand, Blair felt a sense of rightness come over her. Grant belonged with them, and she would do everything in her power to make sure he stayed in Hazard Falls at the end of this stalker mess. However, they still had to face the inevitable shit storm they’d stir up when the townspeople found out Grant was home for good and would be sharing Blair with Drake. While many people would be supportive, just as they were accepting of the Wilson’s ménage marriage, there were plenty who would be against it and damn them to hell. More than once, Paige had suffered having drops of holy water splashed on her by some of the pious church ladies of the town. At least, neither Blair nor Drake were regular churchgoers, so they wouldn’t have Pastor Harrington staring at them from the pulpit on Sundays.
Trying to forget the four armed men who surrounded them were there to protect her family, Blair took Drake’s and Michael’s hands as they all followed Grant, Regan, and Trevor who was telling everyone his strategy for remaining on the sheep for the required six seconds. Of course, he’d be wearing a helmet for when he, eventually, fell off. This year was the last he’d be eligible to enter due to the five-to-seven-age range for the event. Blair was hoping he didn’t want to continue riding next year, since he’d move up to the bull calf riding competitions, but she’d support him if he did. She’d just cringe when he couldn’t see her. So far, the only thing Regan was interested in riding were horses and not the kind that bucked. She was supposed to start taking lessons later in the month at a friend’s horse farm, but if the stalker issue wasn’t resolved by then, Blair was going to postpone it.
It was a beautiful day out, and, even though it was a Friday, the parking lot was already packed. The amateurs would be competing today and tomorrow morning, and even more people would be attending the professional events scheduled for tomorrow evening and Sunday.
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