by Cara Dee
She ducked her head and buried her face in the crook of my neck. “Really?”
“Really.” I kissed her shoulder. “All of this exists in every ‘I love you.’ Combined with chemistry and how inexplicably drawn I’ve become to you physically, I don’t see how I have a choice but to keep loving you more and more for every day, in old ways and new.”
She hugged my neck tightly.
“Same here.”
It wasn’t Belle who’d spoken. We both looked behind us to find Jace leaning against the wide doorway to the kitchen.
“I think I speak for both Andrew and me when I say we wanna explore other shit too.” He walked over and kissed the top of Belle’s head. “Dates, this dynamic, the future, you name it.”
I nodded and nudged up Belle’s chin. “What I’m suggesting is we dive in as soon as you get your cute bottom back from England.”
“We’re already gonna be miserable fucks when you leave.” Jace smirked at her. “No need to make it worse, right?”
She was thinking hard on something. I’d known her for so long that I recognized every expression and what it meant. Brow furrowed, mouth twisted sideways, gaze flicking.
“Hey.” Jace gave my shoulder a little squeeze. “Did you talk to her about…? You know.”
That derailed Belle’s thoughts, and she perked up curiously.
I shook my head in response. “Not yet.” Partly because I didn’t fucking want to.
Jace had raised the issue with me earlier, about whether or not Belle was on birth control. I couldn’t recall that she was, and the images my brother had unknowingly forced into my head were wreaking havoc.
Small as it was, there was a chance I’d impregnated Belle last night, and I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything more extraordinary. It filled me with a possessiveness that bordered on savage, and I wanted to do it again and again and again.
“Is something wrong?” Belle asked.
“No, baby,” Jace replied.
“It’s about protection,” I admitted. Underneath the blanket, my hand went to her stomach. Just that little gesture caused my cock to stir. “We’re certainly clean, but there’s the matter of birth control.”
“Oh,” she whispered. Her eyes widened at the realization of what this meant, and she looked down and put her hands over mine. “Crap, I didn’t think.”
“You’re literally the last person we’d blame,” Jace said with a wry quirk of his lips.
I agreed with him. “This is on me, darling. I should have used a condom.”
Belle’s dismayed expression mirrored what I felt, but she probably wasn’t thinking about the ramifications yet. I knew she loved kids, as did I. That wasn’t the issue. An ill-timed pregnancy would get in the way of her education.
I couldn’t allow that. She couldn’t allow that. She loved school too.
“Dad…” Belle affected a shy look and burrowed herself closer. “There’s a chance you put a baby in me last night.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whispered.
“The mouth on you, girl,” Jace groaned.
Belle straddled me, blushing furiously but seemingly on a mission. “I have this fantasy. Of you two taking turns—” She was stopped—a damn good thing—by Jace, who leaned over and grabbed her jaw firmly.
“Think twice before you speak again,” he told her. He inched closer until his lips brushed hers. He was stronger than I was. I couldn’t argue with her, not about this. My hands were gripping her hips, and my cock was officially rock-solid.
“Listen to me,” she pleaded, still in Jace’s grasp. “You would make amazing fathers.” I cursed as she tried to roll her hips over my erection. The only clothes she wore—panties and some flimsy little top—would be so easily ripped off her. “And think about how wild this could get. By night…Daddy and Uncle breed their little girl—”
“You’re fucking obscene,” Jace hissed and let go of her jaw.
I was going to crush my molars if I gnashed my teeth any harder. “This is serious.”
She bit her lip and slid her gaze to me. “If we had a baby, you’d be Grandpa also.” She made my heart stop. The filthy little whore was putting these fantasies in my head; it was her goddamn doing. “That would be between just us three, but…” She shimmied her delectable body over my cock, and I grunted under my breath. “The hottest, dirtiest Grandpa who visits me at night—”
“That’s enough, Belle,” I growled. She was going to be the actual death of me. “Life is not a fantasy.”
Jace was caving, trailing kisses along her neck, and I needed him on my side. “We should use condoms,” he rasped unconvincingly. “There will be time for all that other shit when you come home from school.”
“He’s right,” I said firmly. “I’ll go buy protection today.”
Belle pouted.
Chapter 8
We were responsible from that day on. Well, for the most part.
Occasionally.
For the next two weeks, we did little else but fuck, eat, watch movies, sleep, and fuck more. Belle canceled plans with her friends, Jace barely went down to the studio, and I all but forgot the stock market existed.
My room had turned into everyone’s bedroom, and at least one of us always had wandering hands. Belle was an insatiable nymph, and she’d created monsters out of Jace and me. Every morning started out the same. I woke up with a thirsty little mouth on my cock, and once I came down Belle’s throat, she crawled over to Jace who was ready to give her a good-morning fuck.
They were usually done by the time I’d made us breakfast, after which we migrated to the roof if the weather allowed it.
That was where Belle had made us cave and forego protection the first time. Pool sex. We couldn’t use condoms in the water.
I liked to think we’d put up a good fight, but…
I shook my head to myself and stepped out of the shower. Jace was making lunch, so it was probably best I checked in on him before he burned down the kitchen. Wrapping a towel around my hips, I left the bathroom while running another towel over my head.
Well, at least he wasn’t setting anything on fire. He was literally staring at a pot of water. Correction, he was waiting for pasta to boil.
“This is about as fun as watching paint dry,” he said. “I can’t believe you like this cooking shit.”
I chuckled and draped the towel around my neck. “What’s Belle doing?”
“Last I saw, she was reading a book in the pool.”
“The one she borrowed from me?” I’d been pleasantly surprised when I saw the book on third world economics on her nightstand. I knew she was trying to get familiar with our hobbies, and I thought that was sweet of her. She didn’t have to enjoy the world of finance, but it meant a great deal that she made even the slightest effort.
“I wouldn’t know.” He peered into the pot on the stove. “She was topless.”
I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. “For chrissakes, Jace.” Given the lack of food on the counter, it looked like we’d be eating nothing but pasta. So I grabbed a container of leftover chicken, a carton of cream, what little left we had of the cream cheese, and a block of parmesan. “She’s more than a body, you know.”
“Don’t give me that.” He snorted. “You fell asleep last night when she and I talked.”
He had me there. And I wouldn’t say they “talked.” They debated heatedly—about something happening in Asia or…whatnot. It’d been a complete snoozefest for me.
“I’m addicted to the girl, Andrew.” He looked almost worried about it. “She speaks and I automatically push everything else to the side. I’m only like that with you—but you know…differently.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that, and I gave his neck an affectionate squeeze. “You’re falling for her, little brother. I’ve seen you.”
I’d seen him with previous girlfriends. I’d seen him with friends. This was entirely different. And it was magnificent to watch.
Empt
ying the container with three chicken breasts onto a thick cutting board, I picked out a knife and started slicing the pieces into thin strips.
“And in a couple weeks, she’s gone again.”
I set down the knife and took a long breath, despising the topic. “We’ll visit.” Because I wouldn’t be able to settle for Skype this time. “She’ll be home permanently in a year.”
“I know,” he replied quietly. I handed him a wooden spoon to stir the pasta. “It’s not just for her, you know. We’ve always had it good, you and me, but…”
I nodded. He and I had grown closer this summer as well—not in the biblical sense where we happened to share a bed with a lovely young woman—but our relationship as brothers. Our roles had become clearer, and our bond was stronger.
Abandoning the chicken, I drew him in for a tight hug. “She won’t get rid of us.”
“She better not.” He hugged my midsection and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “Why didn’t this happen next year?”
I smirked and gave his temple a kiss before letting go. “At least you’ll have your travels this fall. I’ll be stuck here alone.”
He’d have a month in Canada, two weeks in northern California, and then three weeks right here in Washington. I’d booked a gig for him in the peninsula, and it didn’t get more local than that. Although, despite the close proximity, he’d be out of range until he reemerged from the forest to check in with his fretting brother.
Perhaps we could visit Belle over the holidays and spend Christmas in London. I’d need it after being away from both of them.
“Your Alfredo is the best, Dad.” Belle reached over and popped a kiss to my shoulder. I winked at her. “Can I have some more wine, please?”
Jace refilled her glass while I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, face tilted toward the sun. I hadn’t bothered putting on clothes, content with the towel around my hips. We’d been lucky with the weather this week, and my body was soaking up all the sunlight it possibly could.
I listened with one ear as Belle and Jace chatted about her future plans. He mentioned his college friend, Casey, whose partner ran a PR agency in town, and Belle said it’d be a dream to work there. Apparently, the owner was well-known on the West Coast for those who knew a thing or two about marketing.
Local was good. It was all I cared about—and that she would be happy with her job.
They continued discussing work, and I drifted, more content than ever. The sun was perfect, the voices of my two loved ones were like music to my ears, and the afternoon glass of wine was settling in.
The future looked bright. I only had to make it through one more year.
A whole goddamn year.
These past two weeks had shown me so much. Or perhaps it’d been there for a while, but now my eyes were opened. Figuratively.
Belle’s sweet giggles and Jace’s soft laughter would never get old. Or how they interacted. Just the other week, she’d sauntered out of her room in some preppy getup and a pair of black-framed glasses. She’d looked admittedly sinful, and she’d told me Jace had a librarian fantasy. And unless he gave up the rights to the remote control, she wasn’t going to fulfill his dreams.
Of course, he’d chased her down like a man possessed and fucked her on the hallway floor, so I supposed the last laugh had been his.
I couldn’t recall sex ever being this thrilling, and I had every intention of taking advantage as often as I could until it was time to drive Belle to the airport.
My hunger for her only grew. The more I fucked her, the more I needed her. On the kitchen counter, on the couch, in the shower, in a goddamn dressing room…
“Not here, Dad!” she hissed.
“Yes. Here, baby.” I unzipped my pants. “This is what you get for teasing me. Lift your skirt. If you’re quiet, I’ll buy it for you.”
A few seconds later, I had a hand clamped over her mouth and was fucking her up against the mirror. I watched her fight the pleasure, her scowl weakening until the desire took over completely and her eyes swam with need.
“Harder,” she whimpered.
“You’re a little cock addict, aren’t you?” I tried to control my breathing, and I hiked my free arm under her leg to angle her better. “That’s it, deeper. Beg for your father’s come.”
She gasped and tightened around my cock. “Please, Daddy. Fill me.”
Breed her. You want it.
I screwed my eyes shut and pumped into her faster.
In the underground garage at home…
One minute, she was cleaning up the wet spot she’d left on the passenger’s seat, and when she was bent over that perfectly, I couldn’t help myself. I pushed down her leggings and fucked her from behind while our groceries sat on the ground.
Her breathless moans echoed, fueling me.
“Someone can come any minute,” she whined.
“I’ll need a few more than that.” I grunted and gripped her hips tightly. “You have a perfect little cunt, darling. Daddy can’t resist, you know that.”
Fill her, fill her, fill her.
“Fuck,” I growled.
After her bath…
I got down on one knee and rubbed her dry with the towel. Higher up, the insides of her thighs. My knuckles ghosted over her soft pussy lips, causing my mouth to water. Belle shivered and looked down at me with an increasingly familiar expression. My baby wanted.
“You like it when Daddy kisses you here?” I brushed the pad of my thumb between the lips and circled her clit softly.
She nodded and stuck her thumb into her mouth, and that sight… I groaned and leaned in, licking her cunt greedily.
Jace entered the bathroom to shower, but seeing him gave me a better idea. So I picked Belle up and sat her on the bathroom counter. Then I urged Jace closer and told him to give it to her quickly. Standing behind him, I helped him with his jeans while he leaned over her and kissed her passionately.
He was hard and ready, and I gripped the base of his cock. I teased her soaked pussy with the head of him.
“Please,” Belle moaned.
“Fuck her,” I whispered. “She’s not leaving this bathroom until her little tummy is full of come.”
Jace gave me a sharp look.
I stared right back and slowly pushed him inside her. “Breed your niece. You want it.”
A shudder ripped through him, and he faced forward.
While he fucked her, I stood to the side and stroked my cock. Their grunts and groans bounced off the walls, and I was ready to burst by the time Jace rocked into her and came with a guttural moan.
It was my turn then, and I got between her legs, only to glide through the mess Jace had left in her and empty myself as Belle convulsed around me.
In bed…
“I can’t come again,” she whimpered.
“I think you can.” I tasted the drop of perspiration trickling down her neck, and Jace and I continued to finger her pussy. On her back in the middle of the bed, with us on each side of her, she had her legs hitched over our thighs. Our hands traveled along her body, stroking and rubbing and pinching.
Jace pushed two fingers inside her while I rubbed our previous releases over her clit. Her little cunt was soaked in come and her own juices.
She gasped.
“You liked that,” Jace murmured. “Right there?”
She nodded and nodded and nodded and begged. I swiped my thumb over her sensitive clit and applied pressure. At the same time, her mouth called to me, and we met in a fiery kiss. Jace trailed the tip of his tongue up the slope of her neck until he joined us. I tasted delicious sex on both of them, and it sent another spike of desire through me.
I didn’t know how it was possible. We’d been making love all day. My body was tired and protesting, yet I couldn’t get enough of being with them like this.
“I need her again,” Jace croaked.
“Take her.” I nipped at his bottom lip before stealing a hungry kiss from Belle. “I’ll go next.”
“Oh my God,” Belle moaned breathlessly.
As Jace crawled over her and shoved his cock inside her, I cupped her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her fingers disappeared into my hair while she cried out for her daddy and uncle and how much she needed us.
I caressed her soft stomach, picturing it growing with a child, and I groaned into the next kiss. “The day we make you pregnant, little girl, we’ll never let you out of our sight.”
“Not a chance,” Jace breathed. “Fuck. We should stretch her pussy to fit both of us. No more taking turns to fill her womb.”
“What do you think about that?” I brushed some hair away from her cheek, and I could tell she was as intrigued as she was scared by the idea. “Do you think we could stretch your little baby pussy to take two cocks?”
She stiffened just as Jace let out a breathless laugh.
“Her cunt approves,” he grunted. “A more come-hungry slut hole’s gotta be impossible to find.”
“Not today,” Belle pleaded.
“Not today,” I agreed. Moving a hand farther down, I played with her clit and spread her lips that were already stretched around Jace’s cock. “One day.”
She nodded and nuzzled my cheek. “After lots and lots of preparation, Daddy.”
“We’ll prepare you just fine.”
Jace came with a moan, and I gave my cock a few strokes, ready to take over.
Chapter 9
Three days before Belle was set to return to London, our bubble was mildly burst by a friend of mine who said it was time to stop avoiding reality.
“You’ve been holed up all summer, my friend. Let’s meet up for a drink, at least.”
I agreed, not because he was right, but because Belle and Jace wanted to go dancing. Camassia clubs weren’t big. Some fifty people filled the dance floor, yet I’d already lost sight of Belle and my brother. But they were enjoying themselves, and that was all that mattered. And, I had to admit, it was nice to get out of the loft for one evening.