by Marie Carnay
She wanted them both in her bed all night long? They could make it happen.
Wyatt didn’t care how or where or why. He just wanted Bree naked in a bed screaming his name.
He spun her by the hips, turning her around so her back was to him as he crowded in close. Damn. One shimmy of her thick backside against his crotch and his dick stood at full attention. He needed her. Wanted her.
Every part of his body screamed it.
He wanted to bury himself inside her. Fuck her against the bathroom wall. Take her in the back hallway. Grunt and groan out his release as she came in some dark corner of the club.
Wyatt tore his hands up her sides, shimmying the black fabric of her dress higher as he swiped his fingers across her breasts. She barely had time to whimper before his tongue lapped against her earlobe and his lips landed hot on her ear.
“I need you, Bree.” He ran his hands down her body, slipping one between her thighs. “I’m desperate for a taste of all that sweet nectar.”
She shook her head and her hair tangled against his cheek. “We’re on a dance floor, Wyatt.”
Screw holding back. Bree was in his life again because fate brought them together. He wasn’t giving her a chance to reconsider or change her mind. Wyatt needed her like he needed food. All these years he’d been empty. Unfulfilled.
And here she was. The answer to it all. Dripping sex on the dance floor, and he couldn’t wait another minute. No more playing the gentlemen. He wasn’t a good actor anyway. He wanted her. She wanted him. They needed to cut the bullshit and get on with it.
He tugged at her hair, tilting her head until he could pour his demand right into her ear. “Come home with me.” He spun her around, his dick pressing into her belly as he cupped her face in his hands. “I want you, Bree. Like I’ve never wanted another woman.”
Her irises swelled, the heat and sincerity of his words sinking in and turning her on.
Just say yes.
Her pink tongue darted out like a cat’s, licking a trail across her lower lip as she stared at him. God, she was killing him.
“I know you want me, too, Bree. Don’t deny it. Give in to what you want. What you need.”
She clung to him, her nails digging into the shreds of his resolve. “What about Walker?”
Wyatt looked her in the eye. “Do you want him, too?’
After a beat, she nodded.
“Then you’ll get him. But not here.”
He grabbed her hand and headed for the exit. “I’m taking you home.”
Chapter 7
BREE
It had been the longest car ride of her life. Sitting next to Wyatt as he shifted from one gear to the next, speeding through the streets of Las Vegas and out into the dark of the suburbs.
Every curve slid her back and forth on the leather, her body trembling in pent-up need and desire. Years of longing and waiting. Frustration and denial. They had all built up to this moment.
She chewed on her lip as they pulled into a drive. A Spanish-style house stretched out before them, desert landscaping lit up by outside lights flanking the drive.
“You live here?”
Wyatt nodded as he angled the sports car toward the waiting garage. “We’ve been in Vegas for five years now. Just moved into this place last year.”
Bree swallowed. “You and Walker?”
Wyatt grinned as he shut off the car. “Lucky for you, yes.”
Oh my God. It was all becoming too real, too fast. She couldn’t have sex with them. Not single. Not together. It would never work. “I don’t know, Wyatt. I—”
He dove across the console, stealing the rest of her doubts with his kiss. His hand tore through her hair, his chest pressed into hers, and Bree gasped at the rough swipe of his tongue across her lips.
Wyatt kissed her like an animal just released from a cage. There was nothing gentle or slow or hesitating about it. No, it was all power and need. Sex and drive.
Base desires.
He kicked the door open, and before she could take a single breath, he’d hopped over the back of the car and dragged her out.
How they got inside, Bree couldn’t say. Her senses were overwhelmed with Wyatt. His hands tearing underneath her dress to grab and grope her ass. His lips so demanding and desperate on her own. His thick chest bumping into hers as they stumbled down a hall.
“The bedroom’s this way.” Wyatt steered them into an open space and pointed down another endless hallway, but Bree couldn’t wait.
She didn’t need a bed or a million pillows or mood lighting. She needed Wyatt. Naked.
Gripping his shirt by the fistfuls, she steered him toward the kitchen, backing him up until his ass hit the island counter.
“I don’t need a bed.” Bree tore at his jacket, shoving it down his shoulders as she kicked off her pumps. They landed, one after the other, in a heap a few feet away. Wyatt grinned.
“The Bree I used to know was never so bold.”
“You’re not the only one who’s changed, Wyatt.” Bree struggled with the buttons on his tux shirt until Wyatt tugged the whole thing over his head. The crisp white cotton slid higher and higher, exposing a washboard stomach Bree couldn’t have dreamt up.
His muscles heaved and flexed as her fingers landed on his skin, and Bree bent to kiss a trail from his abs up his chest. God, he was a specimen of the best male variety. Model-worthy muscles, skin tanned from the desert sun.
Wyatt’s hands slid to her back and Bree moaned as he unzipped her dress. It slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor, and Wyatt wasted no time. His fingers fanned out across her bare ass and he slid down to his knees.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Bree.” He kissed her stomach and she trembled.
His fingers slid up to trace circles around her lace-clad breasts and she whined. “Please, Wyatt.”
“Please what?” With a flick of one hand, her bra unclasped and her nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. “Please lick your perfect tits?” Wyatt grinned as he leaned in, lapping across one of her nipples as he flicked the other with his thumb.
Bree’s head fell back and she closed her eyes as pleasure made her dizzy.
“Don’t pass out. The fun’s only getting started.”
Bree’s eyes flew open at the sound of Walker’s voice. She couldn’t see him in the dark house. Was he right next to her, behind her, watching from a few feet away? Wyatt either didn’t hear or didn’t care, his lips never leaving her skin.
He sucked on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth as Bree tore her hands through his hair. She pushed against him, but his hands only gripped her tighter, digging into her ample flesh as he stoked the need burning low in her belly.
Walker’s laugh sounded from behind her and she spun that way.
“Wyatt said you wanted me, too. Don’t tell me he was wrong.” He stepped from the shadows on the last word, his white shirt emerging from the gray of the hall.
He’d already ditched his jacket and tie and his shirt hung open, freed from the complicated tuxedo buttons. Bree smacked her lips together. God, he was as handsome as Wyatt with a grin on his face that said he knew it.
Before she could answer, Wyatt slipped his hands beneath her thong and tugged it down. It slid off her hips and Bree gasped. She was naked. In their kitchen.
“Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Wait? I think you’re right. It’s overrated.” Walker stepped up behind her, his hands snaking around to cup her breasts. His nose nuzzled against her cheek. “Relax, Bree. There’s nothing to fear. We’ll take care of you.”
Wyatt’s breath fanned across her lower belly. “Walker’s right. We know just what to do.” He grabbed her leg behind her knee and pushed it up. “Hold her, Walker. I want to taste her.”
Bree practically squealed as Walker did his brother’s bidding. His fingers dug into her thigh as his other hand palmed her breast, and Bree didn’t know what to do.
There she stood in their kitchen, naked and pinned
to Walker’s chest while his brother crept closer to her exposed sex. Wetness slicked her folds and even through the shadows, she knew he was staring.
The first swipe of Wyatt’s tongue across her clit and Bree arched into Walker, her back pressing into his chest as he held her close. His lips found her neck, trailing kisses down her skin and over her shoulder as he toyed with her breast.
With Wyatt on his knees and Walker holding her, Bree had no choice but to give in to the pleasure rocketing through her body.
She couldn’t ask for anything more. Ecstasy. Bliss. Pure magic and satisfaction. It consumed her.
Every pinch, every kiss, every stroke of her skin and Bree came alive. Other men had tried to seduce her with tawdry words and awkward first dates, or flowers and a bottle of wine.
None had ever touched her like this.
“That’s it, Bree. Come for us.” Walker whispered in her ear. First words of encouragement, then words of raw and dirty need. His dick strained against his tux pants, digging into her bare ass as he ground himself shamelessly against her.
She wanted to give in, but something held her back. She moaned and thrashed as Wyatt fucked her with his tongue, thrusting inside her where she wanted his cock to be. “I can’t…” She tossed her head, hair plastered to her face in sweat-soaked clumps.
“You can and you will.” Walker grabbed her face with his free hand, twisting her upper body enough to capture her mouth.
As his lips crushed hers, Wyatt found her clit once more. He played her like a piano, trilling the keys over and over until she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t deny the sheer force of their will.
Wyatt and Walker brought her screaming into an orgasm. As the sound ripped from her body, Bree couldn’t believe it. That can’t be me. I can’t sound so… feral.
She shook and trembled, the force knocking everything out of her. God, they’d ravaged her.
But instead of exhaustion and embarrassment, Bree felt… need. Desperate, unrelenting need. They needed to fuck her. Immediately.
Wyatt stood up and Walker let her leg fall to the floor. She grabbed ahold of Wyatt’s pants by the waist, her fingers easing past his belt to graze the tip of his erection. “I want you to fuck me.”
She reached behind her and stroked Walker’s cock through his pants. “Both of you.”
Walker hissed as she worked him harder. “Are you sure?”
She squeezed until he cursed. “Does that answer your question?”
Chapter 8
WYATT
Bree had to be the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
Wyatt brimmed with pride. He’d made her come. He’d been the one to turn her legs to jelly and her voice into a roar. And now she wanted more.
The handful of other times he’d shared a woman with Walker, there had always been some underlying tension. Some lingering hold-back from one or the other.
Not tonight. Wyatt didn’t care that Bree had spun around in Walker’s grip or that she’d kissed him first. Bree wanted them both and that’s exactly what she was going to get.
Wyatt grabbed her around the waist, picking her up as she clung to his brother. “Enough of the tile floor. We’re doing this right.”
He scooped her into his arms as Walker ducked past, leading the way into his bedroom. With a four-poster king-size, it was the logical choice. He set her on the bed, but Bree bounced back up immediately, her breasts bobbing up and down as she reached for him.
“Tell me you have condoms.”
Walker tossed a packet at him and he caught it mid-air. He waved it in front of her and Bree snatched it, tearing the foil before Wyatt could even unzip his pants.
He loved her enthusiasm and her take-charge attitude. Her perky, round breasts and hips made for his hands. Every damn thing about Bree was perfect.
She shoved his pants to the floor and Wyatt stepped out of them. Nothing stood between him and her hot, needy body except the condom Bree unrolled down the length of his cock. One touch of her fingers on his shaft and Wyatt bit back a curse. He couldn’t come all over her fingers.
As Bree stepped back toward the bed, Wyatt crowded in. Her thighs hit the mattress and she fell onto it, springing up and down as Wyatt reached for her. With one hand, he flipped her over so that her ass hovered an inch from his face.
He planted a kiss on her left cheek as he smacked her right. Bree gasped and scooted up on the mattress. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you just how we want you. Isn’t that right, Walker?” Wyatt took her by the hips, pulling her back before she could turn around or crawl away. She wanted them both, so that’s exactly what she was going to get.
The mattress dipped as his brother climbed aboard, naked and as hard as Wyatt. It had been a long time since they’d done this, and never with a woman they cared about. Never with Bree.
All those wasted years. All that time they could have had her, together. Wyatt leaned closer and his cock slipped between her thighs. “Get on your knees, Bree.”
She scrambled to do his bidding, her ass shoving back against his stomach as she gripped the sheets. Walker scooted closer, his dick bobbing in front of her face, as Wyatt propped one foot on the mattress. He slipped his hand between her legs, coating his fingers in her sweet cream as he positioned himself just right.
“You’re sure you want this? Both of us?”
Bree wiggled her ass at him as she reached for his brother’s cock. Her hands slid over Walker’s shaft as she twisted around to catch Wyatt’s eye. “I’ve wanted this for years. Now shut up and do it.”
Wyatt grinned as he followed her orders, thrusting himself inside her as she opened her mouth around his brother’s cock.
Fuck.
So damn tight. Wyatt groaned as he buried himself deep, rocking Bree forward to swallow more of his brother’s shaft. She was full of Daniels men, her pussy stuffed with Wyatt’s cock and her mouth stuffed with Walker’s.
They were taking her like they’d dreamt about in college back when they were too young and naïve to know what they were missing. But now? Christ.
Now they were in heaven.
Wyatt pulled back and thrust harder, forcing a muffled moan past Bree’s lips as she gave Walker head. His brother’s eyes rolled back and his hand fisted in her hair and Wyatt couldn’t hold back. Instincts and need took over and he fucked her like an animal. Pounding again and again, using his leverage on the mattress to take her so deep his balls smacked her swollen folds.
Over and over he pumped, hard then shallow, fast then slow. All the while Bree worked Walker, her hand coated in her own spit as she used it to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. God, they were good together. All three of them.
Walker’s chest heaved and he tensed as pressure built inside Wyatt. They were going to come, but he couldn’t bear to leave Bree out.
He reached around, fingers wedging between her slick folds to find her clit. With every thrust, he rubbed, a quick and frenzied up and down.
Bree jerked beneath him, her pussy gripping him in waves as she came. The crushing weight of her orgasm sent him over and Wyatt groaned.
His brother followed.
All three of them—Bree, Wyatt, and Walker—trembled and shook their way to bliss.
Damn.
Quicker than any drug. Stronger than any liquor. More addictive than the worst kind of artificial high. Bree Schaffer was the one thing Wyatt would never ever stop needing.
He crashed onto the bed next to her, soaked in sweat, condom still clutching his dick, as he paused to catch his breath.
BREE
The bed creaked as Bree eased off the mattress. Her bare feet landed on the plush carpet and she silently thanked Walker for the soft fibers that muffled her morning-after freak-out. Scouring the bedroom, Bree searched for her clothes.
She tossed aside men’s pants and socks. Boxers and tux shirts. A black polished shoe.
Where the hell are they?
The memories rushed back and Bree roc
ked on her heels. The hallway. The kitchen. The best orgasm of her life.
Damn it.
It was one thing to wake up the morning after in her own bed and shoo a bad decision out the front door. It was another all together to wake up in Walker Daniels’ bed with him and his brother naked and snoring beside her.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think they’d take it this far, this fast. She’d gone out with them twice. They might have spent almost every day of college together, but that was a long, long time ago.
Bree was a grownup with real, adult responsibilities and a best friend whose catering she promised to help sample bright and early that morning. She glanced at the clock on the wall. The appointment was in less than an hour.
If she was late, Willa would kill her.
With a shaky exhale, Bree stood up and headed toward the hall. The considerate woman in her told her to wake up Wyatt or Walker and tell them goodbye. But the girl from college with four years of doubts and rejections couldn’t do it.
What if Wyatt realized his mistake? What if Walker’s hazel eyes brimmed with regret? She couldn’t face it. Not today. Not when she was late and hung over and barely able to process it all.
Scampering down the hall on bare feet, Bree pushed the whirling storm of thoughts and fears to the side. Focus on Willa. That’s what matters.
The wedding. Her role as maid of honor. Willa’s friendship.
Bree could figure out the rest later.
She snatched her discarded clothes off the floor and tugged them on, hopping into her shoes as she fished her phone from her purse left in a heap on the floor.
Thank God for Uber.
She could get a ride back to her hotel, take a quick shower, put her hair in a bun, and meet Willa in time. Without a second glance, Bree tugged open the front door.
The cool air of a desert morning hit her face and Bree sucked in a breath.
All she needed was a little time and space to clear her head and help her figure out what to do. A cup of coffee wouldn’t hurt, either.