by Marie Carnay
Wyatt rubbed his hands up and down her back, whispering words of encouragement in her ear and Bree nodded. She wanted them both, like this.
Now.
As Walker held her, Wyatt took her from behind, his cock breaching her ass for the first time. Bree cried out, her muscles clamping down on Walker as he kissed away her shock.
“Relax, Bree. Take us. Take us all the way.” He kissed her through the discomfort, waiting until her tension eased.
One pump of his hips and she groaned. One thrust from Wyatt and she cried out. “Yes, oh, yes!”
That’s our girl.
She reached behind her, one arm gripping Wyatt, while she held onto Walker with the other. They had her. She was pinned, sandwiched between them as both men claimed what was theirs. Up and down, Bree bounced, stuffed full of cock, riding their thrusts toward another orgasm.
This went past lust and sex and need. Walker loved Bree more than he thought possible. Sharing her with Wyatt wasn’t impossible or wrong or dirty.
It was perfect. She was perfect. And he’d spend his whole life making sure she knew it.
BREE
Wyatt and Walker rocked back and forth, lifting her up and down on the thick lengths of their cocks and Bree thought she might die from pleasure.
One Daniels man inside her was amazing; two was unbelievable. Every thrust and their two cocks competed inside her, pushing her toward an orgasm that would shatter her.
Sweat covered her skin, her hair stuck to her face, and all Bree could do was hold on. Her fingers dug into Walker’s shoulder and Wyatt’s neck, clinging to whatever scrap of man she could find to grip.
“I can’t… I don’t…” She couldn’t take anymore, the pair of them overwhelming her and turning her brain to mush.
“Shh… We’ve got you, Bree. We’ve always got you.” Walker kissed her, his lips demanding and firm against her own as he picked up speed, thrusting into her pussy as Wyatt took her deeper from behind.
A few more strokes and she came apart. Her body seized up, her face contorted, and the room blazed white in momentary blindness.
Walker and Wyatt groaned, each unable to hang on as her body clamped down around them. First one and then the other released, hot sticky cum filling her up as they drained every last drop of pleasure from her wasted body.
It was everything she’d wanted but been afraid to ask for. Everything she’d hoped for and fantasized about when they weren’t around. But living it was beyond her wildest dreams.
Wyatt stepped back, slipping free as Walker carried her to the bed. He laid her on the sheets, smack in the middle of the mattress, before climbing up to join her. “How was that for an early Christmas present?”
Bree smiled through her exhausted haze. “I think you broke me.”
Wyatt eased in on her other side. “Nonsense. We only broke you in.”
Bree laughed and reached for both her men, snuggling in tight, before she fell asleep in their arms.
Chapter 15
BREE
Pale light filtered in through the closed curtains and Bree stretched herself awake. Christmas.
She rolled over in bed and smiled at the sight. Walker and Wyatt were sprawled across the king-sized mattress, snoring the morning away.
The night before had been the best Christmas Eve of her adult life. Laughing and drinking and sharing a glorious meal with Walker and Wyatt. She hadn’t yet said the words, but Bree knew in her heart she loved them both.
She might not have gotten them a physical present this year, but telling them she loved them would be more than enough. With a smile, Bree slid off the bed. After padding across the carpet to the closet, she eased it open and fished out one of Walker’s dress shirts. It dwarfed her, the starched white fabric falling to her knees.
After buttoning it up, Bree rolled up the sleeves and headed to the door. Slipping out of the bedroom, she hoped they wouldn’t hear. Making coffee and breakfast for Wyatt and Walker was the least she could do after the night they’d given her.
Her body still tingled with the memories of the night before and how well all three of them worked together. To outsiders, like she was when Willa first told her about Hank and Trenton, a relationship with two guys might seem downright sinful.
But Bree knew better. It wasn’t wrong or wicked or anything other than mind-bending and amazing. With a hop in her step, she hurried down the stairs. The magic of Christmas only happened once a year, and this one was going to be the best.
Bree turned toward the kitchen when the fireplace caught her eye. The stockings.
Hers still hung on the mantle, the bulge at the bottom tempting her with its unknown promise. Bree bit her lip. The good girl in her said to wait until Wyatt and Walker woke up to look inside.
But just like every Christmas morning as a kid, Bree couldn’t help herself. She scampered over to the fireplace and reached for the stocking before risking a glance back at the stairs. No sign of the Daniels brothers in sight.
I’ll just sneak a peak. A quick, little glance before heading to the kitchen. Bree reached inside and pulled out a small, square box.
Willa Designs, it read in script on the top.
They bought me jewelry? From Willa? She thought back to seeing Wyatt for the first time in Willa’s store and the engagement ring he held up to the light that day. It couldn’t be. They wouldn’t… they didn’t…
Bree swallowed and opened the lid. Oh my God.
She stared at the sparkling trio of diamonds set in platinum for what seemed like forever. Gone were thoughts about coffee and breakfast and the rest of Christmas morning. All she could think about was the future and what the present meant.
“Do you like it?”
Bree jumped, bobbling the box in her hand and almost dropping it. Both Daniels brothers stood not more than an arm’s length away, watching her with expectant stares. Bree’s cheeks heated as she glanced down at the box and stocking still in her hands. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it… I saw it and I…”
Walker snatched it from her as Wyatt reached for the stocking. He set it on the couch before turning back to her.
“Willa helped us design it. She said you had a thing for the classics, but we wanted it to be unique. Something where every time you looked at it, you thought of the pair of us, and how we’ll always be there for you, supporting you.”
Bree couldn’t catch her breath. Her fingers shook, her chest heaved, and her heart was about to beat right out of her chest. They still hadn’t told her what she needed to know. “Is it what I think it is?”
Walker smiled, and any lingering doubts Bree fostered melted like snow in Vegas.
“I love you, Bree. I’ve loved you since the minute I met you the first year of college.”
Wyatt nodded in agreement. “It’s the same for me.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Wyatt’s brow knitted as he confessed the truth. “We never asked you out in college because we were stupid. Immature.” He focused on the floor. “I convinced Walker to make a pact. If neither one of us would back down, neither one of us could date you. It made sense back then, but had I known we could both have you—”
His voice faltered and Walker took over. “What Wyatt’s trying to say is we’re sorry. We should have seen the possibilities back then and not wasted all this time.”
Bree’s eyes bounced back and forth, focusing first on Wyatt and then on Walker. They had liked her in college. It wasn’t her imagination. So many things made sense now. The awkward study nights, the hesitation from both of them, the unexplained black eyes.
Thanks to Willa and the Beauchamps, Wyatt and Walker had taken a chance. They were right; they’d grown up into the sexiest pair of men Bree had ever dated. Nothing about the last few weeks felt real. Not Las Vegas, not Walker and Wyatt. Not the box in Walker’s hand.
Bree had left home and ended up in a desert paradise, just in time for Christmas.
Wyatt cleared his throat. “I l
ove you, Bree. More than I can ever say.” He fell to one knee. “Will you do us the honor?”
Walker joined his brother and plucked the sparkling diamond ring from the box. “Will you marry us?”
Bree blinked back a rush of hot tears.
Marry them? She tried to focus on the three-diamond ring—with one stone for each of them—glittering under the Christmas lights. Wyatt and Walker Daniels loved her and wanted to marry her. They weren’t in it for a fling or a flashback to old times.
They wanted her in their lives forever and she couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be.
Bree nodded as a tear slipped down her cheek. It landed on Walker’s shirt she still wore as she held out her hand. “Yes. I’ll marry you. I love you both.”
Wyatt reached up and held her hand as Walker slipped the ring onto her trembling finger. Both brothers stood up and wrapped her up in their arms.
“Merry Christmas, Bree.” Wyatt nuzzled her cheek before leaning in for a kiss.
He pulled back and Walker spun her around, kissing her as well.
It was all too much and too wonderful to be believed. Bree laughed as she looked at the ring on her finger. “Merry Christmas to us all!”
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
BREE
The bouquet of pink peonies and calla lilies sailed through the air and landed smack in Bree’s outstretched arms. She clutched it to her chest as all the other eligible ladies around her laughed and shook their heads.
“No fair! She’s already engaged!”
“She doesn’t need a bouquet. She’s already got two fiancés!”
Willa pushed her way through the crowd of guests, rushing up to Bree before wrapping her up in a huge hug. Twenty layers of tulle and organza threatened to suffocate Bree, and she batted it all away from her face. “Help! I’m being smothered by bride!”
Her best friend stepped back. “Sorry. I just can’t think of a better woman to catch the bouquet than my maid of honor. Thanks for all the work you put into this wedding.”
Bree waved Willa off. “It’s what friends do.”
“Well, I can’t wait to return the favor. After we get back from Tahiti, I can jump right in.”
Bree grinned. “No need. Everything’s already taken care of.”
Willa’s face fell. “What?”
“You aren’t the only one vacationing in French Polynesia.”
“I don’t understand.”
One of Willa’s brand-new husbands stepped up to her, slipping his arm around her waist. “Are you giving Bree a hard time about the elopement?”
Willa pushed out of Trenton’s hold and planted her hands on her hips. “What elopement? Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on and why I can’t plan a wedding for my best friend?”
Trenton shook his head. “I swear she loves the planning more than the wedding itself.”
Bree nodded as Wyatt joined the conversation at her side. “Tell Willa what we’re doing for the wedding.”
Wyatt smiled. “We’re eloping to Bora Bora. Once Trenton told me all about your honeymoon, I knew it was perfect. You three will be gallivanting around the Tahitian Islands for a week, and then we’ll show up and really get the party started.”
Willa gave Trenton the side eye. “This was your idea?”
Trenton waved Walker and Hank over to join the conversation. “Tell Willa your elopement wasn’t my idea.”
Walker shrugged. “What can I say, it was a group effort.”
“So no wedding planning?”
Bree lit up. “Nope. Not one bit. But you know what you do get to do?”
“What?”
“Enjoy yourself. This party is incredible, Willa. But it’s not my style and you know it. I wanted something intimate and low-key.”
Her best friend glanced around at the hundreds of guests milling about the reception hall. “I guess this doesn’t count, does it?”
“Not anywhere close.” Bree reached out and gave Willa another hug. Before she let her go, she whispered in her ear. “When we get to Bora Bora you can help me with my dress and hair. I’m thinking something tropical with lots of flowers.”
Willa bounced back, her eyes sparkling like the party lights strung all around. “Can we do orchids? Please tell me we can do orchids.”
“We can do anything you like as long as you’ll be there with me when I get to marry these two.” Bree slipped her arms around Walker and Wyatt, and Willa nodded.
“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
The loud speakers lining the walls cracked to life and the lead singer of the wedding band addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the first of many dances this evening. Mrs. Beauchamp, can you come this way?”
Bree smiled as her best friend and both of her husbands made their way to the dance floor.
Walker nudged her in the ribs. “You really don’t mind eloping and missing all this?”
“Not one bit. I’m still nauseous just thinking about wedding cake. And don’t get me started on invitations.”
Wyatt tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear and leaned in against her other side.
All three of them watched as Willa took turns dancing, first with Hank and then Trenton. She’d found a way to make a traditional wedding work with an unconventional relationship. Bree couldn’t be happier for Willa, but eloping was perfect for her.
Wyatt slipped his arm around Bree’s waist and squeezed. “You ever change your mind on planning a big wedding, there’s two party planners I know who could do a great job.”
“We might have to charge extra for a last-minute gig.” Walker slipped his arm above Wyatt’s, holding Bree tight to his side. “We take all forms of payment. Cash, check, orgasms.”
Bree shook her head. “Just wait until next week. I’ve rented us a villa overlooking the ocean. We can have all the orgasms we want, no party planning required.”
“Is that a promise?”
Bree smiled. “One I’m definitely keeping.”
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