Her Game, Their Rules

by Lara Valentine

  Cole chuckled. “The lasagna won’t be ready for another forty-five minutes. I got sidetracked today. Sara called.”

  “Yeah, she called me, too, but I was in meetings all day. I’m glad you talked to her. Is everything all right?”

  Jeremy’s chest tightened with worry. Although Sara had good friends in Florida, she had no family to help her. She was basically a single, working parent with an active toddler. They talked to her each Sunday over Skype, and every week Jeremy could see the shadows under her eyes, even on the webcam. She needed someone to be there for her all the time. He had also seen her become stronger and more confident these last months. She was coming out of mourning and living fully. It was beautiful to see.

  He, too, still mourned the passing of his little brother. Scott had been the charmer of the family. Everyone had loved him. It had been no surprise when Scott had married an amazing woman like Sara.

  Cole’s eyes twinkled. “She and Jack are coming for a visit. They’ll be here on Saturday. I spent the day getting their bedrooms ready. Hope you don’t mind, boss. The storyboard for the new game may take a day or two longer than I thought.”

  Jeremy barely registered Cole’s assessment of their new project. He only heard one thing—Sara and Jack were coming. He smiled. It was about damn time.

  “That’s great. How long are they staying?” He would need to take some vacation so he could spend time with them.

  “I talked her into an undetermined period of time. She was thinking a week, but I squashed that and convinced her to leave it open-ended. She’s got the whole summer off from teaching. It would be great if we could convince her to stay the entire time or even longer.”

  Jeremy felt his grin getting wider. “We’ll work on that.”

  Jeremy felt Cole’s hand wander down his belly and cup his crotch. His cock hardened under Cole’s practiced hand.

  “You seem pretty happy with the news. It wouldn’t have anything to do with how attractive you think Sara is, would it? How gorgeous we both think she is? How sweet she is, smart, and a great mother?”

  Cole’s deft fingers had his pants unbuttoned and his zipper down. Jeremy’s cock sprang free into Cole’s waiting hand.

  “Fuck. That feels good.” Jeremy panted as Cole massaged him from root to tip.

  “We both think she’s beautiful. Oh, fuck, like that…” Jeremy groaned as his balls pulled up. “But fuck, she’s my brother’s wife, for God’s sake. You don’t come on to your brother’s wife.”

  Cole’s hand slowed to torture speed.

  “No, she was your brother’s wife. Now she’s a beautiful, young widow. I’m not saying we should come on to her. But there’s nothing wrong with fantasizing a little. What would you do if she were here?”

  Cole’s hand reached down to cup his balls. “Would you want her to suck your cock? Or fuck her pussy? I’d want to eat her out. I bet her pussy tastes so good, don’t you?”

  Jeremy mashed his body against Cole’s. “I need you, baby.”

  Cole dropped to his knees and gave Jeremy’s cock a lick. He shook with arousal, pleasure suffusing his body. Cole gave the best blow jobs on the planet. His body was familiar with Cole’s mouth and tongue and was already anticipating pleasure.

  “I bet her hot little mouth would feel good on your cock. She could suck your dick while I fuck her from behind. Or she could ride you while she sucks me? My favorite fantasy is when we both take her together, me in her hot cunt and you in her tight ass.”

  Cole mercifully swallowed Jeremy’s cock down. Jeremy was on the edge from Cole’s words. It had always been Jeremy’s dirty little secret that he desired his brother’s wife. Cole, too. She had fueled more than a few lustful thoughts between the two of them. He and Cole loved each other, but they liked women, too. Jeremy had always wondered what might have happened if he had met Sara first. He felt a little guilty at the thoughts he’d had about her.

  Cole’s hot mouth moved up and down his rock-hard shaft. He wouldn’t last long if Cole kept this up. His balls were painfully tight, and the pressure was building. His fingers tightened in Cole’s hair, urging him on. He tightened his lips and gave a hum that sent vibrations through Jeremy’s cock and balls. It was all he needed to send him over. He shoved his cock into the back of Cole’s throat, holding it there while his hot cum filled his lover’s mouth. His dick jerked and cum seemed to shoot forever before it was over. Cole licked him clean and tucked him back into his pants. Jeremy heaved a sigh.

  “You look like you needed that, J.” Cole stood and pulled him close.

  “I did, but I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

  Cole laughed. “You won’t. Assume the position, baby.”

  Jeremy chuckled as he shucked his pants and shirt as he headed to their bedroom upstairs. They had been together several years and were comfortable being both top and bottom. He looked back and Cole was doing the same.

  He would never get tired of looking at Cole’s body. He was blond, just like himself. But where Jeremy’s eyes were blue, Cole’s were a soft golden brown. His body was strong and muscular, with a wide chest and flat abs. Cole’s impressive cock jutted out from a thatch of blond hair, ready for action. Jeremy reached out to caress it.

  “This for me? I’m not sure I can take all of this.” Jeremy smirked.

  Cole grinned at Jeremy’s playfulness. “Really? You’ve been taking it several times a week for about ten years now. You’re about to take it now, too. How do you want it?”

  It was always a battle in the bedroom between them. They were both dominant men, and being submissive every now and then was something they compromised on. Jeremy gave up the control tonight.

  “Your choice, baby.”

  “Then I’ll take you spoon position.” Cole grabbed the lube from the bedside table. Jeremy got into position on his left side and felt the first trickles of lube run down his ass crack. Despite blowing his wad just minutes before, his cock was already reinflating at the dirty thoughts he was having. Thoughts centered around him, Sara, and Cole and some raunchy, dirty sex.

  Cole lined up his cock with Jeremy’s back hole. He could feel the brush of hair on his legs and smell Cole’s spicy scent. Cole didn’t wear any cologne. He didn’t need to. He smelled amazing just from soap and water.

  Jeremy rocked his hips to let Cole know he was ready, hell, anxious to be nailed. Cole took the hint and thrust hard into his ass all the way to the hilt. Jeremy felt Cole’s balls slap his ass and the crinkle of pubic hair against his skin. He hissed at the burn that quickly morphed into pleasure. Cole held still. Waiting.

  “Fuck me. Hard.”

  It was all Cole needed. He started slowly at first, riding Jeremy’s ass, his cock sending shivers of pleasure up Jeremy’s spine. He built up speed until he was slamming into Jeremy’s ass. Jeremy pushed back with each stroke, a full and willing participant. Their breathing came in bursts and pants, their bodies slick with sweat. Jeremy felt Cole’s hand reach around and fist his swollen cock.

  “Come with me, baby. I love you so much.”

  Cole picked up speed with his cock and his hand. Jeremy felt his climax build in his balls and fire from his cock. Ropes of cum shot out and painted the sheets and Cole’s hand. He felt his ass clamp down on Cole’s cock. Cole thrust in once more and froze, gripping his hip tightly. Jeremy could feel Cole’s hot cum filling his hole before they both fell back against the pillows.

  Jeremy lifted Cole’s fingers to his lips and kissed them tenderly. He had spent the last decade with this man, and God willing he would spend many more. “I love you, too, baby. I doubt you know how much.”

  Cole gave him a cocky grin. “Oh, I think I might have an idea. Let’s get cleaned up and have dinner. We have a lot of plans to make before Sara and Jack get here.”

  Jeremy grinned back. It would be wonderful having them here. If only he could convince them to stay.

  * * * *

  Cole spotted Sara as she exited the plane. She had Jack on her
hip and a diaper bag on her shoulder. As always, he was struck by her beauty. She was tiny in stature but curvy in all the right places. Her features were delicate, her lips full and sensuous, and her eyes a sparkling green. Her hair was dark and sleek, hanging down to the middle of her back. Unlike many new mothers, Sara had never given in to the urge to cut it for simplicity.

  Those green eyes were now scanning the crowded airport looking for a familiar face. He raised his arm and waved. Her eyes locked with his, and he felt a jolt of awareness through his body. He ignored the now-familiar feeling and rushed forward to wrap his arms around them both. Sara’s body felt warm and soft against his.

  “Missed you, princess,” he whispered in the shell of her ear. Her scent wafted over him. It was something softly floral yet slightly exotic.

  She pulled back and shook her head with a smile. “Only you and Jeremy call me ‘princess.’”

  Cole reached for Jack, lifting him and twirling him around to the child’s delight. “I’m writing a new game, and I’m going to make a princess that looks just like you.”

  Sara pulled a face. “I suppose you’ll have a prince that has to save her? Can’t you make me a princess that kicks butt?”

  “Butt!” Jack crowed.

  Sara gave him a weary look. “I never learn. Just to warn you, he’s a parrot these days. Anything you say, he’s going to say, too. Especially if you don’t want him to.”

  “Consider me warned. I’m going to teach him to say Uncle Cole and Uncle Jeremy. Oh, and I’m going to teach him to say that he wants to stay here and never leave.”

  Sara hitched the diaper bag higher on her shoulder. “You say that now. Wait until you have an energetic toddler ripping your house apart. The crumbs alone will make you crazy.”

  Cole cuddled Jack closer and grabbed the diaper bag from Sara and threw it over his shoulder. He was secure enough in his manhood to carry a diaper bag.

  “I’ll take the chance. I have a DustBuster. But we don’t have you or Jack. C’mon, let’s get your suitcases and get on the road. It will only take about an hour and a half to drive to Champaign from Indianapolis.”

  Cole felt a deep satisfaction now that Sara and Jack were here. He would see to it that Sara got some rest and relaxation. She deserved it.

  Chapter 3

  Sara held on to Jack’s hand as they walked up the long driveway. Jeremy and Cole’s home in Mahomet, a small bedroom community outside of Champaign, was impressive. The two-story home sat on a large wooded lot. The front porch alone was larger than Sara’s first apartment in South Tampa.

  Cole unlocked the front door and ushered her through the entryway. Jack tugged his hand free of Sara’s, and he went running to explore. She started after him, but Cole’s warm hand on her shoulder stayed her.

  “Don’t worry. I toddler-proofed the whole house. There isn’t anything breakable under three feet, and all the outlets have covers. Jeremy even put gates at the top and the bottom of the stairs and cabinet locks all over the house.”

  Sara hugged Cole in gratitude. So many people didn’t understand the chaos a toddler could wreak on a home. She was surprised when Cole hugged her back, running his hand up and down her spine. Tingles of pleasure ran through her body. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her other than Jack. She loved his grimy hugs but missed having strong arms hold her.

  “You’ll probably want to freshen up from traveling. Let me show you your rooms.”

  Cole grabbed the diaper bag and scooped up Jack before bounding up the stairs. She envied his energy. Lately, she felt like she was running on an empty tank. She could probably curl up and sleep for a week.

  Sara knew the way to the guest room where they would be staying. She pushed the door open and gasped in surprise. It was now a toddler’s dream bedroom. Jack was wriggling in Cole’s arms wanting to be let down.

  Cole put him gently on the floor. “What do you think, princess? I can tell Jack likes it.”

  Sara was still in shock. The room was decorated entirely in DC Comics superheroes, including Jack’s favorite, the Green Lantern. Jack was bounding around the room rubbing at the walls which were covered in colorful transfers and then running to the myriad of toys stacked on low shelves along one wall.

  “Holy shit,” Sara whispered softly.

  Cole gave her a wide grin. “I’ll take that as a ‘Wow, I love it.’”

  He pushed open the closet. “I put away his clothes, and yours, too, in the other room. They arrived this morning.”

  Cole had convinced her to send most of their clothes and Jack’s toys ahead by UPS. That way she wouldn’t be wrestling with suitcases, a diaper bag, and Jack through airports. It had turned out to be a great idea.

  Sara plopped into a tiny chair that sat next to a tiny table full of art supplies. She was overwhelmed.

  “How…when did you do all this? I just called on Wednesday.”

  “It wasn’t easy, but I had the bones of the work already done. The furniture and bedding were already here. I just needed to make the final touches. I asked a friend of mine to help, in all honesty. She’s a decorator and had a great time with it.”

  Sara grabbed Cole’s hand. “I don’t know what to say, Cole. This is so over the top and so just like you. Thank you.”

  Everything Cole did was over the top. He was a creative genius who saw things in a way that no one else could see them. She never would have been able to pull a room together like this. She doubted he really needed the designer’s help.

  “Ready to see your room?”

  Cole tugged her from the chair. Jack was happily playing with a puzzle he had pulled from one of the shelves.

  “C’mon, he’ll be fine in here. I locked the gate to the stairs.”

  Sara let Cole drag her to the next room. She vaguely remembered this room as Jeremy’s office. It wasn’t an office anymore. Sara couldn’t hold back her sigh of pleasure as she ran her hand over the light blue and chocolate-brown satin bedspread. The walls were also light blue with heavy chocolate-colored drapes and blue flower embellishments. The bed was a huge four-poster in dark and light woods. There was a rocking chair by the window and a tall, old-fashioned full-length mirror by the door that led to the bathroom.

  Sara knew her expression was stunned.

  “Wasn’t this Jeremy’s office?”

  Cole shook his head. “We moved Jeremy’s office downstairs last year after the renovations to the backyard were complete. Now Jeremy can look out his office window at the new landscaping. I give all the credit for this bedroom to my friend. Honestly, I didn’t know what a woman would like.”

  Sara trailed her fingers down the bedpost. “It’s beautiful. Your friend is very talented. I don’t know what to say, Cole. ‘Thank you’ seems so inadequate. Why did you go to all this trouble?”

  Cole crossed his arms over his broad chest and gave her an arrogant look.

  “Why wouldn’t we go to this trouble, princess? You’re fucking family. Besides, we want you to feel like this is your home while you’re here. As a matter of fact, we want you to feel like this is your home. Period. I’ll wait until Jeremy gets home to discuss this further, but we want you to move here permanently.”

  Sara was speechless. Yes, the men had often made that offer, but she never thought they were serious. She thought they were just being nice and polite.

  “Seriously, Cole? My friends are in Florida, my job. I can’t just pick up my life and move here on a whim.”

  “It would hardly be a whim. They have teaching jobs up here, though you wouldn’t need to work. You don’t need to work now. And we’re family, aren’t we? Don’t answer right now. Why don’t you rest up from your trip? I’ll watch Jack. Just relax, princess, have a soak in the tub or a nap. We’re here to help you.”

  Sara started to protest. “Jack needs a new—”

  Cole put his finger over her lips. “I can change a diaper, Sara. I’ll get him a snack, too. You relax. That’s a fucking order.”

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nbsp; Cole turned and walked out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him. Sara looked helplessly around the gorgeous room. For the first time in almost two years, she had nothing to do.

  * * * *

  Jeremy walked into controlled chaos. Toys were everywhere. Jack was riding Cole around the living room piggyback while the television blared in the background what Jeremy supposed was some sort of educational show for children. It looked deadly dull. Thank goodness he had stopped at Target and picked up the Scooby-Doo DVDs on his way home from the office. No way was he going to watch Barney or Teletubbies.

  Cole stopped in front of him and turned so Jeremy could take Jack. “Say hi to Uncle Jeremy, Jack.”

  “Hi, J.” Jack gave him a grin, showing off teeth that hadn’t been there at Christmas.

  “J? Gee, I wonder who taught him that?” Jeremy hugged Jack’s little body close. He had missed the little guy.

  “Well, ‘Jeremy’ is quite a mouthful for a toddler to say.” Cole smirked.

  “I hope I’m more than a mouthful,” Jeremy said under his breath.

  “I heard that.”

  “Luckily, Jack didn’t.” Jack was busy pulling at his expensive silk tie. He’d had a business meeting that morning. He was trying to clear his schedule as much as possible to spend time with Sara and Jack.

  “Where’s Sara?” Even not seeing her yet, Jeremy felt the pull toward her. He could swear he smelled her perfume in the house. Jeremy set Jack down on the floor and watched him scamper to his toys.

  “Upstairs. I gave her an order to rest. I told her I could handle Jack.”

  Jeremy quirked an eyebrow. “And how did our princess take to being ordered around?”

  Cole laughed. “Surprisingly well. If I didn’t know better, I would think she liked it.”

  “We know better.” He and Cole had more than once witnessed Sara telling Scott not to try that caveman shit with her. It had only made him admire her more, if that was possible.

  “Do you want a shower before we head to dinner?”