Love Under Three Titans

by Cara Covington

  She cautiously sat up, looked at the two Benedicts sound asleep on either side of her, and then winked at the one who’d given her his absolute, rapt attention from the corner of the room.

  Leaning forward, she slid out from under the blankets and crawled on her hands and knees to the end of the bed. The entire time the heat of Richard’s gaze never left her, making her feel sexy and sultry as hell. Her nipples beaded and her pussy became damp.

  At the edge of the bed, she maneuvered so that she could lie down width-wise on the mattress, on her stomach. She got comfortable, rested her cheek on her hand and just looked at him. He was what she’d learned was referred to as Texas Prime. For the moment at least, he was hers. That thought alone made her smile.

  He returned her smile and crooked his finger.

  Maggie had never tapped this part of herself before, the part that wanted to flirt and seduce and, yes, play. Fun and games, they’d said. She felt wicked and wanton and sexy and beautiful as she finally got it.

  In other words, she felt completely and vibrantly female.

  Her movements graceful and fueled by desire, Maggie practically slithered off the bed and, totally naked, took a few small steps and came to a stop in front of him.

  Thinking of the things he and his brothers had done to and with her, and the way they’d made her feel, she cupped her breasts. Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she pinched her nipples and pulled on them, willing them to pebble and elongate.

  Arousal swirled through her, whether from the sensation of her own hands on her flesh or the heated scrutiny of the man before her, she couldn’t tell and didn’t care.

  There could be no doubt Richard Benedict lusted for her, and she sure as hell wanted him right back.

  Maggie gave him a hand signal that he had seemed to have no trouble understanding. She nodded and smiled when he laid his hands flat on the arms of the chair and parted his legs slightly.

  He’d pulled on his boxers, or rather, since he hadn’t had the laptop earlier, he’d likely stripped back down to his boxers when he’d returned from his quick trip home.

  His blond hair picked up a few glints of silvery moonlight that filtered through the lace curtains. The celestial light lent him a hint of the exotic, as if he’d been kissed by angels and sent to earth.

  I’ve never been a fanciful woman before.

  Maggie thought there were a lot of things she’d never been or done before that she could claim now—now that her femininity had finally been awakened.

  She turned her gaze back to Richard’s and felt a lump form in her throat from the beauty of the expression on his face.

  So that’s what tenderness looks like.

  Emotions skittered through her, wrapping around the arousal that pooled in her stomach and tingled her flesh. She didn’t understand these emotions, and she sure didn’t want them getting in the way of the here and now.

  Here and now she was going to indulge herself with one of her lovers. Sex, pure and physical, that’s what she wanted. That’s all that she wanted.

  Maggie tilted her head as she considered the chair her lover sat in. Covered in a pretty chintz of beige with pink roses, the piece looked both sturdy and roomy. So he’d be comfortable, at least, while she drove him out of his mind.

  Following instinct and the growing need inside her, Maggie straddled Richard. She wiggled her hips until she felt the hot ridge of his cotton-covered, engorged cock nestle against her pussy.

  One more wiggle, and she felt her labia open and his cock settle even closer to her.

  Her gaze met his, and she grinned in response to his grin. She loved the fact that while he lifted himself into her, a kind of mock thrust, he kept his hands where she’d asked him, wordlessly, to keep them.

  She took a moment to look over her shoulder. The way she angled her body doing so brushed her left breast close to Richard’s mouth. She felt the passing caress of his tongue and gave him points for taking the opportunity. Behind her, in the bed, her two other lovers slept on.

  She turned her attention back to the man she currently had pinned beneath her. The heat of his cock warmed far more than the flesh of her labia. The heat spread up inside her, curling around her womb and spreading throughout her body.

  Leaning forward, she kissed him, letting him know with her mouth and her tongue how hungry she was for the taste of him.

  He kissed her back, his lips meeting hers just as ardently, and Maggie lost herself in the flavor of him.

  He flexed his cock beneath her, and she shivered because it felt so damn good. Her arousal shimmered inside her, feeling like a special energy, an energy that needed to grow. She needed more, and although Richard did indeed feel good against her, she wanted something other than what her position on him suggested.

  Maggie lifted herself off him and then eased his boxers down and out of her way. She put her hands on his legs, and he spread them just a little for her. She slid to her knees on the floor before him and fisted his cock, giving him two firm strokes. Then she leaned forward and sucked that luscious organ into her mouth.

  Richard hissed, closed his eyes, and pushed against her. “Christ, woman.” His voice came out ragged, just above a whisper. “You’re just asking for trouble, aren’t you?”

  She wondered if he had any idea how tempted she’d been to straddle him, take him inside, and see if they could fuck each other senseless without a condom. It could be a risky proposition, because she wasn’t on the pill. But for one moment, she’d wanted just that, wanted to take a chance and take his seed into her womb.

  Maggie used to shake her head in wonder when she’d hear of women getting carried away in the heat of the moment and ending up pregnant.

  She’d never scoff again. Because this night she’d known one very real flash of desire, of wanting to take that chance, spin that roulette wheel, and see what happened.

  Pushing the unwanted and unsettling thought aside, she pulled her lips off him and said, “I don’t mean to. Necessarily. I just wanted to feel your cock in my mouth.” She really wished she could cultivate the habit of keeping her thoughts to herself.

  Richard responded by abandoning his docile pose. He clamped his hands on her head, and said, “Suck me, woman. I want to come in your mouth.”

  Maggie whimpered as the heat of his cock enticed her. She felt her juices gather as she took him in her mouth and let him guide her, let him fuck her mouth, giving him complete control.

  “I’m beginning to see the appeal in simply watching.” Trevor’s voice sounded strained.

  Maggie met Richard’s gaze. His eyes sparkled with amusement. She once more slid his cock out of her mouth, then looked over her shoulder to the bed. This time, her two other lovers had awakened and arranged themselves on the bed so that they could both watch her with their brother.

  “Trevor? Maggie needs your cock in her ass.”

  She turned her attention back to Rick, whose softly spoken words nonetheless sounded like a command. He raised one eyebrow when he met her gaze.

  Trevor’s voice sounded thick when he said, “Now there’s a coincidence.”

  She heard the sound of movement, of a drawer opening and closing.

  “I’m just going to lie here and enjoy the show. Where’s my camera when I need it most?”

  Kevin’s words made Maggie want to giggle.

  In the next moment Trevor stood beside them, holding a condom out to Maggie. When she took it, he reached down and cupped her right breast.

  “Your body feels so hot, sweetheart—both literally and figuratively. Are you horny?”

  “Mm, but not for long, I hope.” She made quick work of opening the small packet and then couldn’t resist giving his cock just a couple of hot, wet caresses with her mouth. She rolled the protection into place, then turned her head and gave Richard’s cock a lick from his balls to the bulbous, leaking head.

  Richard growled and combed his fingers through her hair. “You’re killing me, love. Get your mouth b
ack here, now!”

  “Sorry.” Sex was a lot more fun than she’d ever imagined it to be. Since he was holding her head, she let him guide her once more. This time when she sucked him in she sucked him deep, shivering when his cock touched the back of her throat.

  She’d put both hands on the floor but reached up for a moment and caressed Richard’s balls. Then she sucked, and smiled around his cock when he hissed and said, “Vixen.”

  “Something cold, sweetheart.”

  Maggie made a humming noise around the cock in her mouth, because the glide of gel against her anus felt so damn good.

  Richard had kept his hands on her head, and as Trevor continued to apply the gel she eased her knees apart a little more.

  That position gave Trevor easier access to her anus. On his next pass he inserted two fingers into her.

  “Oh, God.” Her anus had opened for him as if eager to take him in. Trevor fucked his fingers in and out for only a moment, and then he got into position behind her.

  Trevor bent close and kissed the shell of her ear. “Try to relax, Maggie. Tell me if it hurts.”

  She didn’t care if it did hurt. She’d come to the conclusion there really was such a thing called erotic pain, and she wanted to experience more of it.

  Trevor pressed his cock against her tiny rosebud, and she couldn’t hold back the shivers of delight racing over her.

  He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks as he leaned into her. Maggie couldn’t hold back the whimper as she felt the burning sensation of her flesh stretching to admit him. The heat of his body warmed her, and the invasion of his flesh thrilled her. Trevor played with her right breast, tracing a pattern over it and her nipple. Then he slid one hand down her body to trail his fingers over her clit.

  Richard tugged on her hair just a little. She’d stopped sucking his cock in order to focus on the sensation of Trevor’s cock sliding into her ass. Then he was seated to the hilt, and Maggie sucked Richard deep, moving her head up and down as she sucked rhythmically, and swirled her tongue along his shaft.

  “Sweetheart, you have got a truly wonderful ass. You’re so hot and tight. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

  Unable to resist the urge, she pushed back against Trevor and then clenched her inner muscles to see if she could pleasure him with a squeeze the same way she did when he was in her cunt.

  Trevor cursed and picked up his pace, thrusting into her and brushing her clit, and Maggie could only moan as her rapture neared.

  “It gets better.” Richard began to move his hips, fucking her mouth, and Maggie knew she was close.

  He’d said that before, that it would get better. Much better and I really might die. But at least, she thought whimsically, she’d die happy.

  “Baby, you look so damn good with cock in your mouth and in your ass. You’ve got me hard as a rock.”

  Kevin’s praise became another element of her arousal, pushing her even higher. Maggie shivered, unwilling to release Richard’s cock to talk, unwilling to stop moving back against Trevor’s cock to even think.

  She wanted, needed, more. She wanted, needed, as she had earlier, to be taken.

  “You’re so beautiful when you’re horny, baby.” Kevin’s voice got to her, and she reacted to his words as surely as she was reacting to his brothers’ cocks. She loved having him watch her, knowing that seeing her pleasure gave him pleasure. Trevor’s fingers tugged on her clit, and she felt her climax gather, begin to grow within her.

  This was all so much more than she ever dreamed it could be. The muscles in her throat tightened. Her emotions seemed to be melding with the physical sensations again, mixing so thoroughly they very quickly became inseparable.

  I am in deep, deep trouble.

  She wanted the physical, the pleasure, the thrill of exploration, but not the emotional. She’d believed she could claim it, indulge herself and these men with no emotional complications.

  “Maggie.”

  Something in Richard’s tone—a sense of urgency—pulled her gaze, and her attention, to him.

  “It’s all right, love. What you’re feeling—you’re safe, love. Just let go and let us have you. Just let us pleasure you.”

  She had no thought to answer him. Instead, she began to suck hard, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. She’d put off the emotional for the physical, and began to flex her ass in sync with the sucking of her mouth.

  Trevor and Richard both swore, and they both let go, fucking her hard and fast.

  This was what she wanted and needed. Maggie’s rapture exploded, wave upon wave of bliss. Richard began to ejaculate, and she sucked and swallowed, taking all he had to give. Trevor held himself deep inside her, and the pulsing of his cock told her that he, too, had climaxed. Maggie gave herself over completely—to these men and to whatever it was growing between them.

  * * * *

  “We weren’t nearly so much angry as we were baffled. We couldn’t imagine where Ms. Jones got her information.” Trevor looked up from Maggie’s kitchen table and met the gaze of his oldest brother.

  Holding the cell with his left hand, he lifted his coffee cup with his right and watched as Rick set his laptop down on the table and then went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.

  On any given day Rick would be the first one up and about. Kevin, of course, was usually the last man out of bed.

  Trevor grinned when he thought of his youngest brother still in bed with their woman. He hoped they took advantage of one-on-one time when the opportunity arose. No pun intended.

  His attention was pulled back to the conversation. Derek Williams continued to be profuse in his apology, but it really wasn’t an apology Trevor wanted. He’d offered to fire Ms. Jones, but that wasn’t what he or his brothers wanted, either.

  He—all of them—just wanted to know why.

  He listened as Williams brought him up to speed on what he’d learned so far. The managing editor then made it plain that getting to the bottom of things had just become his top priority.

  “Thanks for calling, Williams. We’d appreciate it if you could let us know when you find that woman.” He disconnected the call and looked at his brother.

  “Anything interesting?” Rick settled himself in a chair and took a sip of his first coffee of the day.

  “Apparently, Ms. Jones had a visit from a woman who claimed to be ‘just another one of your cast-offs’, quote, unquote. This woman told a convincing story. Jilted, scorned, and then forced to have an abortion by the heartless villain—you—she nearly died. In the end, she was left alone, ruined, and unable to ever have babies…”

  “Good Lord, that sounds worse than a B-movie plot. And this so-called twenty-first-century reporter bought that?”

  Trevor shrugged. “According to Williams, Ms. Jones confessed that the story sounded so very close to a personal tragedy suffered by a member of her own family that she lost not only her temper but all objectivity.”

  Rick sat back, and Trevor recognized the expression that came over his face.

  His brother was connecting the dots. Richard Benedict could do that faster than anyone else he knew.

  “Do I surmise that when Ms. Jones was asked by Williams to contact this woman, she was unable to locate her?”

  “Bingo. Ms. Jones and Derek Williams are both working on that problem even as we speak.”

  “That all sounds just a bit too tidy for my liking.” Rick set his cup down.

  “You don’t believe them?”

  “Oh, I believe them. What I meant was that someone went to a lot of trouble to—what? Think about it for a moment. They had to know about our upcoming interview, and then they had to dig into the reporter’s background and fabricate a story designed to do exactly what it did—short-circuit the woman’s logic.” Rick shook his head. “Why? It seems…I don’t know, such a school-yard kind of prank. Did whoever orchestrated this scenario actually believe such a ploy would hurt me? Maybe even ruin me socially…”

  Trev
or set down his cup when Rick’s voice trailed off. He saw the look in his brother’s eyes, a look that meant Rick’s logic-loving brain was chasing an idea.

  Rick reached over and grabbed Trevor’s cell phone. “I got an e-mail yesterday from the legal department. Apparently, Michaelson has recalled the contract.”

  Trevor wondered at the non sequitur. Then Rick’s words penetrated. “What? That’s crazy! Does the man think he’s going to get a better deal anywhere else?”

  “No, I don’t think that’s it at all. If I’m right, something—or someone—has given him second thoughts about signing a deal with us.”

  Not a non sequitur after all. Trevor ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t think of anyone who’d do such a thing. “Why, for God’s sake?”

  Rick just shook his head as he held up one finger. He’d clearly found the telephone number he was searching for, because he placed a call.

  “Good afternoon, Michaelson, Richard Benedict here. I’d like to come by this afternoon for a quick visit, if you don’t mind?”

  Trevor wished, not for the first time, that he could be privy to both sides of a telephone conversation—even if it was relatively easy to guess that Michaelson seemed less than happy to hear from Rick.

  “No, absolutely, if you feel after our conversation that you want to forget about our deal, then that’s your prerogative. We’ll respect your decision and you won’t hear from us again. But I’d appreciate a half hour of your time, face-to-face. I think the reputation of our company, and our family, deserves that much.”

  Trevor waited until he’d disconnected the call. “I take it you have an idea what’s going on here?”

  “Yeah, I have an idea, but I’m not altogether sure how what I’m thinking makes any kind of sense at all.” Rick set his laptop on the table and fired it up. Then he met Trevor’s gaze. “I believe we’re the recipients of a little payback. Let’s put all the pieces on the table. Someone’s attacking my personal integrity. What do they hope to gain? I have no idea, but what if they believe that slandering me will somehow ruin me socially? And then they follow that up by going after a prospective business partner. They plan to ruin me financially—or think they will. Remind you of anyone we’ve dealt with in, oh, say in the last few months or so?”