by Dani René
“Not when you’re between us,” I whisper along her bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
We make our way farther into the apartment toward the bathroom. Brock releases Camila to turn on the two showerheads in the four-person shower. Even though we’ve lived here for a while, we’ve never used it like this. Each time we’ve been with a girl, we’ve had her in our bedrooms or on the sofa.
But this is different. I care about the girl. I want to make her happy, to see her smile, and show her pleasure. And when Brock glances at me, I know he does too.
He pulls her under the spray, and I follow. The heat of the water and the heat between the three of us seems to simmer like a pot about to boil over. And nothing we do now can stop it. This was going to happen, regardless of when and where.
I tug at the string on her bikini top, allowing the material to fall free, and for the first time since I looked at her, I no longer have any doubt. Her breasts are a small handful, perfect, pert. Her nipples are dark brown, and they pebble at the heated gaze Brock offers her.
I crouch down behind her, tugging the bikini bottoms from her hips down her toned legs. Her body is utter perfection. Smooth, caramel skin. Her ass is grabbable, and I find my hands on the cheeks immediately.
“Open your legs, baby girl,” Brock coos, and she obeys. Finding her core, I lean in and flick my tongue over her opening, all the way up to the small tight hole my cock aches to slide into.
Brock’s mouth is on her tits, lapping and suckling while I devour her body. Her delicate hands work his shorts, and soon, they’re pooled at his feet. She fists his shaft, stroking back and forth, up and down.
The sounds of desire filter down to me, and Camila glances over her shoulder at me.
“Please,” she mumbles. “Kiss me.”
I rise easily, wanting nothing more than to give her everything she needs and wants. Her arousal is on my tongue, on my lips, and I crash my mouth onto hers.
The gentle way her lips mold to mine makes me want to consume her even more. To take her right here, between my body and Brock’s. I want to feel her shudder and tremble when we both slide into her. The way her hands slide over my shoulders, holding onto me, makes me feel stronger, more in control than I ever have.
Brock’s hands on her hips hold her steady. We don’t move for a moment. His cock must be aching the same way mine is. She pulls back, her eyes shimmering with need.
“You’re a bad girl,” I groan when her hips roll, pressing her core against my shaft. She whimpers in response when Brock’s lips find her neck, suckling on the flesh.
“You taste so sweet, darling,” he mumbles over her skin.
Chapter Eleven
Camila
I can’t describe it.
There are no words I can offer. This is different.
Ethan leans in to kiss Brock, and my body clenches with want and need. Watching them touch, their tongues fighting and dancing so sensually, makes my core pulse. I’ve always loved seeing people in love, and there’s no doubt they are completely obsessed with each other.
“That’s so hot,” I utter, causing them to turn to me. Even though they’d just been kissing, their hands never strayed from me. Threesomes always made me wonder if the third person felt left out, like sitting on the sidelines, but they haven’t made me feel like that.
Ethan pulls me even closer, his body hard behind mine. Brock’s hands are on my breasts, his blue eyes electric as takes in every inch of me. His mouth latches onto my nipple, tugging and suckling, causing my clit to throb. As if Ethan can read my mind, his fingers find my pussy, circling the hard nub, pressing down on it, making me whimper. His lips trail along my neck, sucking the flesh, biting down hard.
He’s marking me, and I can’t stop him. I’m putty in the hands of two sculptors and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. We have a connection, something more than just a quick fuck, and the way they treat me, like a princess, it seems they’ve seen it too.
“We’re safe,” Brock starts, looking deep into my eyes. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.” It’s a plea. He wants this as much as I do—as much as Ethan does.
“I am.” My affirmation is all the boys are waiting for. Brock nods, his crooked smile giving me a glimpse of the naughty devil beneath the handsome man.
Ethan slips two fingers into my heat, plunging in and pulling out, slow and gentle, and my knees almost buckle under the weight of pleasure. Brock’s mouth travels over my breasts, down my stomach, and when he reaches my pussy, he teases my clit as Ethan finger fucks me into oblivion.
My cries are otherworldly. I’m begging. I’m pleading. I’m coming hard. My legs tremble and shake. My body is merely a puppet on a string.
“So fucking beautiful,” Ethan coos in my ear, sending ripples of want through me. As he tugs his fingers from me, he brings them up to my mouth. “Taste your sweet juices, sweetheart,” he orders in a low, commanding tone. “Do you like making a mess on my fingers?”
I can’t find my voice, so I merely nod. Brock rises, his eyes burning into me as he watches me suck my arousal from his best friend’s fingers. There’s a raw desire flashing in his gaze, and I don’t have to look at Ethan to know there is.
A second later, I’m lifted by Brock, my legs wrapping around him easily. His hard cock nudges my entrance. And without warning, I’m impaled on his thickness, causing another cry to be ripped from my throat. I can’t think straight as Ethan starts teasing my ass, his fingers probing the tight ring of muscle.
“Trust me, sweetheart?” I nod to Ethan. I can’t speak anymore. And then I feel the pressure. One finger pushes its way into me, which causes Brock to growl as I squeeze him harder at the intrusion.
“You feel far too good, baby girl." The man with the sharp blue stare grunts as he plunges into me, again and again. Another finger works its way into me, and I’m lost in delirium. Ethan works my hole, opening me, and I’m soon boneless between the two hottest men I’ve ever met.
Something cool and slippery accompanies a second finger that easily slips into me as he scissors me open. He continues to tease my pussy, and I relax against Brock who’s holding onto me.
More cool liquid is drenched around my back entrance, then he moves quickly, because as soon as his fingers are gone, something much larger, and harder, nudges me. The searing pain that accompanies the tip of his cock causes me to screech loudly as sharp pleasure zips through me like an electric shock.
They both still as an erotic symphony of our heavy breathing and the cascading water surrounds us.
“Move. Please…do something,” I plead, finding it in me to finally ask for more.
Ethan and Brock move in sync, fingers on my clit, a mouth on my nipple, and two thick, hard cocks sliding into me. I’m sandwiched. I’m warm and cared for, and I’m about to leap over the edge into a heavenly abyss of pleasure.
The deep growls and heavy grunts from both men vibrate through me. Ethan pinches my clit hard, and I scream out my orgasm. My toes curl, my throat burns, and the sounds that fall from my lips are feral. I don’t recognize myself.
Seconds later, I feel warmth as they both empty themselves inside me, and I know I’ll never be the same again.
Chapter Twelve
Brock
As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I’m out of the car and grabbing the bags of ice we needed for the party. Even though the apartment is fully stocked, we always run out. By the time I reach the top floor, the music is booming and there are scantily clad women all over the living room.
A few guys from school are already making moves on the ladies, and the party is in full swing. The kitchen is the quietest room in the whole place, where I find Ethan and Camila. She’s dressed in a bright yellow bikini that cups a pair of small tits I’m dying to bite and mark.
“Hey, baby girl.” I offer her a wink as I set the bags on the counter.
“Hi, Brock.” She smiles, and I find myself hungry for more of them. Her face ligh
ts up, and mischief twinkles in her eyes. She may play the innocent card, but there’s a little tigress hidden beneath that shy exterior.
When I meet my best friend’s gaze, he looks worried. “What?” I ask.
He sighs, raking his fingers through his unruly dark hair. He must’ve been in the pool because it’s even darker than normal and dripping onto his bare shoulders.
“Your brother is here,” he tells me.
“Already?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah. He got an Uber,” Ethan chuckles.
I groan. Fuck. I forgot to pick him up at the airport, but my clever ass brother found me. Hayden will kill me if he knew I dropped the ball on this. Luckily, Camden would never rat me out.
“Okay,” I respond in a long sigh. “I hope he’s not drinking. He’s far too young.” I shove the last bag of ice into the freezer before turning to Ethan.
“No, he’s behaving. Sort of,” he grumbles.
“What do you mean sort of?” As soon as the question leaves my lips, I’m met with a series of giggles from the doorway. When I turn, I find my youngest brother with two college girls on either arm. They’re dressed in next to nothing, their nipples peeking out and on show through their white bikinis.
“Brock!” He offers me a happy, wide smile, knocking the breath from my lungs. He looks so much like our dad, it’s uncanny. We all do, but it’s the fact that he’s got these bimbos draped over him like he’s the goddamn playboy king.
“Get the fuck off my brother,” I bite out, shoving both women into the living room and dragging Camden into the kitchen. “I’m sorry I forg—”
“Don’t stress, Brock. I’m a grown ass man.” He winks confidently. “I don’t need a babysitter.” His features darken and his jaw clenches. Sometimes, behind his playful smiles, something lurks. And after all we went through with Nixon and his crazy ass, I worry about Camden.
Guilt still surges through me at forgetting him at the airport. I’m such a dick. I promised myself I'd never turn into Dad. Fuck this. Pulling him into my arms, I give my little brother—who’s every bit as big and filled out as me—a hug, squeezing him.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell him, feeling tears sting my eyes. I blink them away, swallowing past the emotion. When I step back, I take in the boy I watched grow up who's now a man. I can’t deny he’s going to break some hearts, if he hasn’t already. “And stop working out so much. You may get bigger than me one day, but I’ll always be able to kick your ass.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” Camden smirks. “I wanted to see what sort of trouble you’re getting yourself into here on the West Coast.” He grins wickedly at me.
“And you’re certain you came here because of brotherly love?” I tease him, gesturing to the two girls who are still eye-fucking my brother.
“Well, I can’t not appreciate your view.” He shrugs, and then his gaze grows stormy. “I deserve a break after nailing that debate competition.”
“Your debate team won?”
“Of course we did,” he says smugly.
“I figured. Just don’t drink, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I tell him, feeling Camila’s stare burning a hole right through me. I wonder if she’s intrigued by this side of me only Ethan sees.
When my brother disappears into the crowd, I turn to Ethan and Camila.
“I can see the family resemblance,” she says with a fond smile.
Shaking my head, I grab a beer from the ice bucket and face her. “Everyone says that. We take after our father.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” she smiles sweetly, and I’m once again knocked breathless by her beauty.
“Depends who’s asking,” I shrug.
“Being that I was an only child for a long time, I found being with the Pearsons has given me an idea of what it’s like with siblings, and as much as I don’t think I could’ve enjoyed having younger brothers, I have to be the big brother now,” Ethan chuckles. When Camila pins him with a questioning gaze, he explains. “My dad remarried and I now have a little sister.”
“And how do you feel about it?” Her question stills us both. Not because Ethan isn’t happy, but because there was tension between him and his dad for years.
“I’m happy for him.” His gaze meets mine, honesty shining through, and I smile. “He’s found someone to love, he has a daughter, and I have my family here.” My best friend glances my way.
“I like that you were able to find something real.” Camila smiles, looking at us both as she sips her drink. “To be honest, I was scared…well…” she mulls over her words, tipping her head to the side, “nervous, but I’ve never been more at ease with two people. Ever.”
I nod, settling in beside her. I want to touch her, but I don’t—not yet. Even though we have already been inside her, touching her, fucking her, this conversation needed to happen. We need to make her see this was never just for fun, because I care for her, and Ethan does too.
“And that’s the beauty about having a connection. Listen to me, Camila, you’re not some one-night stand to us. You’re—”
“So much more,” Ethan finishes.
“What?” she gasps, those big blue eyes flitting between me and him.
“You know our rather unique tastes,” I tell her, trailing my fingertips over the curve of her shoulder, reveling in the goosebumps that rise in the wake of my touch. “And we wanted to talk this over with you.”
She swallows. “Like, a relationship?” she murmurs in shock. It’s new to us as well. There’s never been a woman I wanted something long-term with.
“Yes.” Ethan’s voice is cool, calm, and as always, deep and rumbling.
“Wow.” Her voice is filled with shock. “I’ve never thought about it.”
“You’re not scared?” My question causes her head to tip my way. Silence hangs between us, and when I’m certain she’ll refuse, she shrugs.
“No. It’s not that,” she starts, lowering her gaze as she decides how to tell us what’s bothering her. “I’ve just…I mean, you know I told you my father is strict, he’s—”
“Don’t worry about that right this moment,” I respond. “We need to talk about how you feel about this. If you’re willing to try, we can always win over your father’s approval. Trust me,” I wink cockily, “Ethan’s great at being the good guy.” I swipe the bottle and leave Ethan to the girl who’s stolen both our hearts.
Chapter Thirteen
Ethan
The moon is high in the dark sky. I sip my beer as I stare out at the water, listening to the stragglers say goodnight to Brock who’s shutting the door behind them. The only person left is Camila. After our chat, she made her way outside, and I left her to mull over our proposal. She’s lazing at the pool, her feet in the water. I want to go to her, but instead, I revel in watching her swirl her feet in the lit-up pool.
"Do you think she’ll say yes?” Brock questions from beside me.
Nodding, I respond. “She will. I mean, she wanted this with us. I don't think her nervousness is about being between us anymore, it’s about her family.”
Brock nods, and we both take a moment to watch her. There’s a sensuality she exudes, even in the way she tips her head back, looking up at the sky. It’s intoxicating to watch.
“Where’s Cam? Still enjoying the view with those two chicks?” I glance over at Brock.
“Nah, he’s in the guestroom working on some research he didn’t want to talk about. It’s as if he’s older than me at times.” This time, he chuckles. It’s almost two in the morning and I’m tired. The only thing keeping me going is Camila.
We head toward the swimming pool, like two hungry lions about to devour Bambi. She turns her head on our approach and smiles.
“You’re not tired?” I ask, settling beside her on the concrete edge. My legs dip into the water, then I push off and emerge myself up to my chest in the pool.
She smiles, shaking her head. “Not really. I normally stay up late when I’m wor
king on a project, or just reading.” There’s a gentleness to her, and I watch as Brock takes her hand in his.
“You survived your first Pearson and Kingston party,” he offers with a wolfish smirk, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Figured it would’ve worn you out, but we’d gladly wear you out in another way.”
A soft laugh falls from her glossy lips. “It really wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be. And I think we should take a raincheck on the after party. Your brother is here,” she says. Her confidence makes me smile.
My best friend nods, and I wade closer to her, moving between her legs. “There are times the parties get a little out of hand.” Placing my hands on her thighs, I stroke her smooth skin, reaching the edge of her bikini bottoms, and a dick-hardening whimper falls from her plump lips.
“Shhh, sweetheart. Just let it be.” My fingers gently urge her body on, causing a tremble to race through her. There’s one thing I’ve learned about Camila—she’s exquisite when she unravels. But that’s not what I want right now. Tonight, I’ll tease and taunt her, and leave her needy. Anticipation is all about the push and pull.
“Ethan,” she murmurs.
“Tell us you want this as much as we do?” Brock coaxes her as he suckles the smooth skin on the nape of her neck. His lips trail gently over her, making her shiver, and I watch as goosebumps rise up over her flesh. Under my fingers, she feels warm, and I know her body is ready to take us again.
“I like you.” Her eyes are on him, then on me. “And I like you too.” Her confession stirs something in my gut, ensuring my cock is now tenting my shorts. I push her thighs wider. The material covering her pussy is tight against the lips. Pressing a thumb to her mound, I stroke up, then down along the slit, making her hips buck against me.
We need to take it slow, because I feel like I’m falling for her. How can I want both of them? Isn’t that being selfish? There are people out there who only ever find one soul mate, one person that completes them, how is it I’ve found two?