by Marie Carnay
And Thorne. The big, silent type who’d stroked her skin but never tried anything more. Having a fling with these two would be legendary. Memorable. And who knows—they all lived in Charlotte. Maybe they could be more.
She sat up and looked around. Cannon’s door was open and the light off, but she could still hear Thorne sacked out and snoring. The best time to get dressed. Scooting to the end of the couch, she rooted through her bag and pulled out a change of clothes.
She’d slept in her tank top and skimpy shorts, but she couldn’t prance around their cabin in those, could she? At least not until she’d given Thorne a chance to take them off. With a final glance at his door, she pushed herself up to stand and turned around.
Her ankle still hurt, but it wasn’t the stabbing agony of the night before. More a dull ache. She stripped as fast as possible, pulling on bra, new underwear and a travel skirt before sitting down. Turning her body, she took a look at her back.
Damn. From what she could see, the bruising spread across her whole torso, starting at her bra strap and ending just above her ass. She knew she’d slammed into the ground when she slipped, but she didn’t realize how hard.
“Holy shit, Brianna. What the hell happened to you?”
She whipped around and winced. “I guess it’s from when I fell.”
“Wow. Does it hurt?”
He lumbered over, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he kneeled in front of her. “Turn back around. Let me see.”
Brianna complied, turning to face the wall and holding her breath. His hands fanned out across her back, feather light and delicate.
“Pretty stupid of me, huh?”
“No. You were caught up in the moment. Just because you got hurt doesn’t mean it was stupid.”
“Is that how you feel about Cannon and Mandy?”
Thorne’s fingers paused. “I never meant to come between them. If I’d known she’d flip out, I’d have walked away.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“You are?”
“Mm-hmm. Because she freaked out, you both came up here. Cannon saved me and here I am.”
Thorne stood up and the sheer size of him sent a shiver down her spine. “You aren’t turned off by having two men?”
“Thrilled more like it.” She spun around and saw the ache inside her reflected back in his face. She reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to her. Screw waiting. She wanted to kiss him. Thorne leaned over, face hovering an inch away, when Cannon opened the front door.
“Hey! Don’t forget about me.”
Thorne pulled back and held up his hands. “Hey, man. You weren’t here.”
“Fair enough.” He turned to Brianna as she grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head. “How are you, beautiful?”
“Well rested. And I really need to pee.” Brianna grabbed her toiletries and hustled past Thorne. “Be back in a flash.”
Cannon showing up had brought reality rushing in. She couldn’t jump them before she’d even brushed her teeth. Scampering out of the living room, she snuck into the bathroom before either man could get a look at her ass jiggling as she ran away.
* * *
“So you like her, huh?”
Thorne grinned. “I do. She’s sweet and sexy as hell.”
“And into both of us.”
“I know. Crazy, isn’t it?”
Cannon glanced at Thorne. “That okay with you?”
“What?”
“Sharing another woman.”
Thorne stood up and walked to the kitchen. “It’s more than okay. I never wanted to make problems for you and Mandy, Cannon. But they way that night happened—how it all went down—I can’t get it out of my head. Nothing seems to measure up.”
Cannon sagged in relief. “It’s the same for me.” He glanced at the bathroom door and back at Thorne. “You think she’s in it for more than a fling?”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. If you’re willing.”
Thorne opened the cabinet and pulled out the coffee. “Let’s just play it by ear, okay?”
“Okay.” Cannon walked up and stopped a step away. He couldn’t figure out his feelings for Thorne. But it didn’t matter. If his best friend was in, then they’d figure it out. Together. “Let’s make breakfast. I’m starving.”
In a few minutes, they’d made a steaming pot of coffee, a skillet full of eggs and a giant plate of bacon. Cannon set it all on the table when the bathroom door opened.
Brianna groaned and walked into the kitchen. “Oh my god. Bacon and coffee. You guys are incredible.”
“We try.” Cannon grinned and handed her a mug.
After pouring coffee and filling plates, they all ate in companionable silence, munching on the crispy meat and sipping the hot drinks. Like they’d been together for years.
Every few seconds, Cannon caught himself staring at Brianna’s bare legs. How her toes wiggled when she laughed. How her skirt hugged her hips and stole his breath. The longer they sat together, the harder it was to ignore the need. Or the bulge in his jeans.
Brianna sighed and pushed her plate away. “That was delicious. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She glanced up with those big blue eyes and something inside him broke. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to kiss her.
Launching himself off his chair, he rushed up to her, bending down to take her head in his hands. He tilted her face and without a moment’s hesitation, pressed his lips into hers. Mmm. Soft and sweet and slightly salty. He swiped his tongue, coaxing her open before dipping inside.
Yes. She twisted and flicked her tongue against his, moaning into his mouth as he wove his hands through her hair. Even better than the night before. No holding back this time. He was going to fuck her. And love every second of it.
As Cannon lapped at her tongue, Thorne stepped up and nudged him to the side. He pushed Brianna’s legs apart and slid between them. Fucking perfect.
Cannon deepened their kiss, but she tugged at his hands and gasped into his mouth. “I don’t—you don’t have to—”
With a frown, he pulled back. “Do you want us to stop?”
“No! It’s just, I mean…are you sure you want…”
“What are you talking about?”
Brianna swallowed and focused on the floor. “You’re both so strong and sexy and kind. And I’m…”
“Beautiful.” Thorne sank to his knees and reached for her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. “I don’t know what we’ve done to get so lucky. But I’ve wanted to run my hands over these curves since I saw you outside.”
He crept closer and she inhaled in a rush. “You have?”
“I have.”
She turned back to Cannon and he grinned in agreement. “You already know how much I want you.”
“Really? I mean I thought so, but…”
“Come on, Brianna, you haven’t noticed?”
“Noticed what?”
Cannon reached out and took her hand, guiding it to the erection straining against his jeans. “This. I’ve been fucking rock hard since last night.”
She giggled and pressed against his shaft, skimming her hand up and down over the stretched denim. “I’m sorry. When I woke up and got ready…I don’t know. The doubts set in. I didn’t think you could possibly be interested in a woman like me.”
“You mean someone so sexy?”
“No. You know what I mean. I’m a big girl. I know it. And most guys…shit, even my ex…they want barbie. Not her chubby best friend.”
Thorne almost growled between her legs. “Your ex was an idiot, then. You’re flawless. Just the way you are. Cannon’s not the only man in pain around here. And it’s all because of you.”
Cannon stood up and walked around Brianna to stand behind her. He bent down, brushing her hair off her neck as he smiled. “If you don’t mind, I can think of a million things I’d rather do than talk. All of which involve you. Naked.”
“Mmm. I
like the sound of that.” Thorne ran his hands up Brianna’s thighs as Cannon kissed her collarbone.
She let her head fall back, exposing her neck, and he took advantage, kissing and caressing her bare skin until she moaned. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Mmm-hmm. A definite yes.”
“Good.” Cannon reached down, hands running over her arms to grab her tank top and pull it up. In one fluid tug, he removed it and let it fall to the floor. Fucking hell. Her tits were even better in the daylight. Pale and bouyant and overflowing her bra.
His dick throbbed and he eased her body forward, flicking his fingers and undoing her bra before she could say another word. After easing the straps off her shoulders, he tugged the whole thing away and tossed it on the floor. Holy hell.
She arched her back, letting her breasts spill over her ribs as he bent lower. He reached out and ran his fingers over her nipples, watching as they pebbled from his stroke. He’d never get enough of how she moaned at the lightest touch. How she closed her eyes and panted when he pinched. How her whole body begged to be fucked.
Dipping his head, he pulled a nipple into his mouth, lapping and rolling and nipping the little nob as he palmed her other breast. Mmm. Delicious.
As Cannon worked her breasts, Thorne teased her thighs, kissing a trail up her legs until he nosed her crotch. He glanced up, tongue flicking against her inner tendon, and caught Cannon’s eye.
The two men stared at each other, heat and passion and an unspoken bond driving Cannon’s need even higher. He reached down, gripping Brianna under the arms, and lifted. As she dangled above the chair, Thorne tugged her skirt and panties off.
“Oh!” Brianna gasped as her naked ass hit the chair. “I don’t—”
Cannon silenced her, grabbing her face and turning it towards him before planting his lips on hers in a bruising kiss. She wasn’t getting cold feet now. Not when Thorne’s head inched towards her pussy.
While they kissed, Cannon watched Thorne. The bigger man scooted close, spreading Brianna’s legs wide with his shoulders as he kissed above her slit. He looked up at Cannon and licked, parting her folds and making her cry out in bliss.
* * *
Oh my god. She’d never experienced anything like it. One man kissing her senseless while another buried his tongue deep inside her.
Cannon broke their kiss to fondle her breasts, leaning over her shoulder and pulling a nipple up into his mouth. She cried out, bucking her hips into Thorne. He groaned in appreciation, vibrating her clit and shooting pleasure through her veins.
She reached for him, running her hands through his long hair as he moved up, lapping broad and slow across her whole sex. He brushed her clit and she groaned before twisting his hair around her fingers.
How could she be so close to coming already? He smiled against her folds, zeroing in on her little nub and flicking. Oh! Every stroke of his tongue sent her higher, turned her wild. Free.
He toyed with her—flicking in short bursts, kissing soft and slow—bringing her right to the edge and backing off. She groaned and Cannon switched sides to her other nipple. He flicked his tongue as Thorne picked up speed and Brianna cried out. Two men were overpowering.
As she took a shaky breath, an orgasm crashed into her—catching her off guard and barreling through her body at breakneck speed. Her whole body shuddered and she cried out. Shaking and moaning as the pleasure took over, she lolled on the chair. Thorne grabbed her by the waist, holding her steady until the last of her tremors subsided.
“Oh, wow. You two are…wow.”
Thorne chuckled as he pulled back. “That’s good, right?”
“So, so good.” Brianna blinked her eyes opened and frowned. “Why are you both still wearing clothes?”
“No idea. Let us fix that.” She watched as Cannon and Thorne stripped—popping buttons free, shoving jeans and underwear down, tugging off shirts. Lord, have mercy. She knew they were big. Strong. But she had no idea they were gods.
Firm muscles, trim waists, glorious cocks. Where Cannon was slim and wiry, Thorne was hulking and massive. She didn’t know where to look. Or where to put her hands. “Help me out, boys. I’m overwhelmed.”
Cannon laughed and walked up to her. “My pleasure.” He reached out and took her hand, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft. She smiled and looked up at him as she stroked, learning the bumps and ridges of his cock, how hard to press, how fast to stroke. Hot and substantial, he’d fill her up and satisfy all her urges.
But what about Thorne? She turned, one hand still wrapped around Cannon’s shaft, and reached for him. “Don’t be shy. I want you too.”
He stepped forward and she forced a swallow. Massive. Every single inch of him. Her mouth popped open and she looked up into his eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’d never hurt you.”
She nodded and slipped her fingers over his swollen head, whisper light as she traced circles around his velvet skin. He swayed into her and she smiled. I can do this. Working her hands in time with each other—up and down, over and around—she stroked both men closer to orgasm.
But she wanted more. She turned to Cannon and met his stare. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
He rocked back on his heels. “I made sure last night. But I’ll have to leave you to grab them.”
“Then hurry.”
Cannon nodded and slipped away as she turned her attention to Thorne. Twisting in the chair, she grabbed him by the hips, inching him closer and closer. When his cock brushed her lips, she opened up, licking a path up his hot shaft and over his head.
He groaned and ran his hand through her hair, holding her curls away from her mouth as she slicked his shaft with her spit. So big! She slipped her lips around his tip, gliding slow, stretching wide.
His head pushed past her lips and she groaned. Oh, god! She was stuffed! Mouth full of cock, hands stroking to his base. She’d never had a man so large. But he didn’t force her. Didn’t ram his dick down her throat like her ex. He stayed still and let her lead.
She flattened her tongue and took him deeper, edging his crown to the back of her mouth and back out. He smelled of musk and sweat and she loved it. Moaning again, she spread her legs, balancing on her toes as she worked his cock.
Another slide down and Cannon crept up to her other side, kissing her cheek before nibbling her ear. “I brought the whole box. But first, it’s my turn.”
He knelt at her feet and spread her wider. As she lapped at Thorne’s head, Cannon licked her slick folds, swiping his tongue across her swollen clit and shooting stars behind her eyes. Over and over he tapped her nub, rolling it back and forth, working her into a frenzy in seconds.
She quivered and shuddered and it took all her self-control to keep sucking Thorne. Her breath turned quick. Hard. And Cannon pulled up onto his knees. She released Thorne and turned to Cannon as his cock nudged against her entrance.
“You’re so wet for me, Brianna. You sure you want this?”
“Yes. I want this. I want both of you. Right now.” She glanced up at Thorne and back at Cannon. “Fuck me, Cannon. Right now.”
He smiled and gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the chair. With his eyes locked on hers, he thrust, spreading her open, stretching her walls, making her moan. She let her head fall back as he worked her. Harder. Deeper.
Damn. She lolled her head to the side and reached for Thorne. “Come here. I want you both to come.”
She opened wide, taking him back inside her mouth, sliding in time to Cannon’s thrusts.
With one man’s cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, she’d never been more alive. In control. Powerful. Her ex only put her down, made her weak and small. Not these men. She was a fucking giant. Able to stomp whole cities with her pink polished toes.
Cannon dug his fingers into her flesh, slamming his hips into hers with every thrust. Yes! Yes! She stroked Thorne harder, bobbing her head and working his shaft with all her might. She wanted him releasing inside her mou
th, shooting his cum down her throat and filling her up.
She reached for his balls, squeezing gently, and he bucked into her. Grabbing her head, he held her still as he groaned out loud. “Fuck, Brianna. Mmm.” He shuddered and released, jet after jet coating her throat and making her soar.
As she licked off his tip and he slipped from her mouth, Cannon shoved his hand between their bodies. His thumb found her clit and she cried out, her muscles clamping around him as he thrust harder. Faster. Again and again he stroked her nub and she came in a burst of hedonistic magic.
Her whole body seized up, gripping Cannon in a vise as pleasure rushed through her veins. Her muscles squeezed and squeezed and Cannon came. He spasmed inside her, pumping hot and thick into the condom as her orgasm flooded her with bliss.
4
Brianna glanced behind her at Thorne and he smiled. “So I hold it here?”
“Close. But you need to shove it tight into your shoulder. Like this.” He wedged the butt of the shotgun into the hollow beneath her collarbone. “Otherwise you’ll bruise from the kickback.”
“Okay. I think I got it. Now what?”
“Take a deep breath, aim and shoot.”
Thorne stepped back and Brianna followed his instructions. Deep breath, aim at the hay bale and…boom! Brianna staggered back as the force of the shot kicked the gun into her shoulder. “Ow! You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope. But good shot.”
She looked up and smiled. One shot and she’d hit the target. She handed the shotgun back to Thorne. “Thanks. That was fun.”
“You want to keep shooting? I’ve got plenty of ammo.”
“No. That’s enough. I can cross it off my bucket list now. Shot a gun, bruised my shoulder. Check.”
Thorne shook his head and chuckled as he collected their things.
It had been the best week of Brianna’s life. Spending her days learning all about Cannon and Thorne. Their bar back in Charlotte. Where they went to college. Their childhoods. Everything.