Her Independence Day

by Victoria Belle

  And the three of us knew exactly what other thing she was talking about.

  33

  Ashley

  The first firework exploded in the sky in a shower of pinks and purples. The dazzling lights lit everything up with a warm fuchsia glow on the patio until they fizzled out and rained back to the ground. Then more went off, followed by dozens more, until the stars were replaced with artificial ones.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

  The last time I’d seen fireworks like this, I’d been newly engaged to Nick. Things between Dean and I had been strained because of his forward warning about Nick being bad news. I’d sat with my fiancé, watched the fireworks, and had not felt the same stirring heat below my belly that I was feeling now as I was surrounded by the three men I loved.

  It was a strange thing to love all three of them so fiercely. I never thought I would ever have the capacity for such a thing. But I did. I loved them all more than I could put into words, and in their company, I knew that they loved me too. There was no better feeling in the world than that.

  I was aware of their eyes on me as I watched the fireworks. I was also aware of the fact that my panties were showing and they were all having a hard time not paying attention to the neon strip of pink lace. There was a reason I’d worn such a bright pair tonight.

  When Lulu and I were getting ready, she’d asked me if I had any special plans this evening, and I had confessed that if the opportunity presented itself, I would seize the opportunity to go after my wildest fantasy: the three Thomas brothers. All at once. Lulu had winked at me and told me there was a place where we could all go for some privacy.

  I hadn’t put two and two together until I came up on the roof with Lulu. She’d planned this all along. Such a sneaky girl.

  I shifted in my lounge chair, and the skirt inched up a little higher. Then, feeling sexier than I ever had in my life, I went for it and just pulled it off and said, without looking at any of them, “Are you all just going to sit there or what?”

  Jesse’s eyes wandered up and down my legs, and then he rose from his chair to pull his shirt off over his head. His body was a taut, tanned, Godlike wonder. The bandage around his shoulder only made him look sexier as he popped open his belt buckle.

  I didn’t know which one of them to watch as Ethan and Dean also got to their feet and undressed. I was drawn to each of them in a way I could not explain and having them all strip in front of me was overwhelming in the best possible way.

  Jesse went to the end of my chair and stepped out of his jeans. He kept his boxers on and grabbed me by my thighs to pull me closer to the end of the chair. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs. He tossed them over his shoulder as another eruption of fireworks went off above.

  Jesse put his hands between my knees and pushed them apart. I let my legs fall open for him, and he pushed his way closer to me as Ethan and Dean stepped up on either side of me.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening. I felt like a different girl in someone else’s body. This scene had only ever unfolded in my dreams; my favorite dreams. But it had gone exactly like this. Slow, sexy, surrounded by men I trusted.

  Jesse dipped his head between my thighs and kissed my pussy. Little jolts of fire raced through my center and spread like wildfire through my whole body.

  As he ran his tongue up and down my opening, Dean pulled his thick cock out of his boxers and worked himself over in his hand. Ethan did the same on my other side.

  I didn’t know where to start.

  Dean took a handful of my hair and turned my face to him. He pulled me to him until his cock was pressed to my lips. I let him in, and he was gentle. He pushed in slow and steady until his tip touched the back of my throat. I gagged once, and he pushed in farther. I relaxed by throat and took all of him and felt him there as Jesse continued to eat me out.

  The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever felt. Jesse’s tongue worked magic and swirled around my clit as Dean fucked my mouth. Having them make all the decisions was strangely empowering and thrilling. I couldn’t get a breath, but I didn’t care. I trusted him to know when the time was right to let me breathe and when to pull me back down on his cock.

  I lifted my left hand to find Ethan’s shaft. I didn’t want anyone to be left out. I rubbed him as Jesse dipped his tongue inside me. I moaned over the thick girth of Dean’s cock, and he pulled out. My lungs filled with air, and the dizzying wave that rushed over me was intoxicating.

  Dean turned my head away and to Ethan.

  His cock was ready for me. I licked in circles around his tip, teasing him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pushed his hips forward, and I opened up for him. I pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft as he slid inside, coating him in my saliva. Ethan moaned with pleasure as I used my hand on Dean, who was slippery wet from my mouth.

  Jesse slipped a finger in my pussy. And then another.

  And then he had one in my ass.

  I cried out with pleasure as he began fucking me with his fingers. Ethan silenced my cries with his cock. He held me there by my hair, like Dean had, and pulled his hips away and back toward me to fuck my throat nice and slow. “Keep quiet, baby. There are people down there.”

  Dimly, I knew he was talking about the other party guests on the patio below, but I didn’t care if they heard us. The fireworks and the alcohol would surely be enough of a distraction to keep them from noticing the cries of pleasure from above.

  Maybe.

  Ethan plunged deep in my throat, and I tasted the saltiness of his precum as Jesse sucked my clit between his lips. I came wildly, my whole body bucking uncontrollably under the euphoria.

  Years of wishing had led to this moment. This delicious, perfect, exquisite moment where I didn’t have to think about anything. I just had to let them do to me whatever they wanted—because that was what I wanted too.

  We were all perfectly in sync. It was like they knew the inside of my wildest fantasies about them.

  Ethan pulled out and let me catch my breath, and Jesse leaned away. Then they shuffled around me, trading places, and stopped with Ethan between my thighs. He rubbed my pussy with his fingers, feeling my wetness, and then dropped his hips to meet mine.

  He eased himself inside me, and I sighed as he stretched me. His cock was everything I needed. I reached above my head to grip the sides of the chair as I arched my back. “Fuck. Yes.”

  “Open your mouth, baby,” Dean said, running his fingers along my cheek.

  I did as I was told, and soon, my mouth was as full as my pussy, and as wet. They both fucked me as Jesse worked himself over on my other side. I reached down and rubbed my clit as I approached another orgasm. Just as it was about to roll over me, Dean pulled himself out of my mouth. I sucked in a deep, desperate breath of air, and he clamped his hand over my mouth, anticipating my scream as I climaxed.

  Once I came down from the high, he took his hand away from my mouth and took me by the chin. He turned me to face Jesse. His cock was in my face, and I wanted to taste him. I licked him up and down and then took all of him, bobbing my head and becoming even more turned on as Ethan groaned with pleasure between my legs.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

  My answer was stifled by Jesse’s cock. I kept sucking.

  Jesse reached down and pushed my hand out of the way to rub my clit as Dean untied my shirt. He popped open the buttons and let it fall open to the sides. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he was free to worship my tits. He flicked his thumbs over my nipples until they were hard, and then he leaned over me to pinch my soft flesh between his teeth and make amends with soft kisses.

  Suddenly, I was empty. I whimpered, hungry for more, and they rotated again. This time, Dean moved down between my legs. Fireworks crackled in the sky behind him. The view from on my back was stunning.

  When Dean entered me, I sighed his name. He leaned over and cupped my bre
asts as he fucked me slow and deep. He hit all the right places in my pussy, and I begged him not to stop.

  The chair at my back was going lower. I realized Ethan and Jesse had changed the settings so now I was flat on my back. Ethan stepped over me and pointed his cock straight down. He bent at the knees, and I opened my mouth to let him fuck my throat as Dean fucked my pussy.

  Somehow, I wanted more. Needed more.

  I spread my legs farther. Dean put his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them back. I moaned as he fucked me harder.

  Then I was empty again but not for long. Ethan never stopped, and I was glad for it. I wanted to keep sucking him.

  Jesse pushed two fingers into my pussy. He flicked them in come hither motions until I was coming in great waves. Then he ran his wet fingers down to my ass.

  “Do you want us to fuck your ass, baby?”

  I mumbled, “Yes.”

  And then, before I realized it, Jesse was sliding his cock in my ass. There was a brief bite of intense pressure, but it slipped away quickly when Jesse started rubbing my clit. It felt so good. It felt like everything I had ever needed. When he pushed a finger in my pussy, I came again.

  Ethan stepped off of me, and I was free to be as loud as I needed.

  Jesse fucked me harder. I could hear how wet I was. I could feel another orgasm building. I wanted to feel my next release with all of them. I wanted them to come, too. So, I reached out, grabbed Dean, and pulled him to me. I propped myself up on my elbows, took his cock in my mouth, and began sucking him hard and fast. I massaged him with my tongue until he was groaning above me in the most intoxicating way.

  I looked up at him as I held him deep in my throat. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to drink from him like a fountain.

  Warm, velvety liquid spurted against the back of my throat, and Dean turned his face to the sky. I moaned as I drank all he could give me. Jesse was still fucking me hard and fast. His cock was in my ass, and his fingers were in my pussy. My orgasm was building.

  Ethan took his turn next and stood beside my chair. I twisted to him. “Come in my mouth,” I told him. He gathered my hair in both hands and pulled me down on his shaft.

  He did all the work. I kept my mouth open and relished every second of sucking him off as Jesse rubbed his thumb against my clit. I grabbed the sides of the chair again and moaned as my climax approached.

  Ethan blew his load in my mouth. I swallowed, and he wiped my lips for me as he stepped away.

  Then I was coming in a rush of ecstasy. I couldn’t control the quivers that shook every single one of my muscles. Jesse came in my ass and slowed to a soft rhythm to wind us down.

  When Jesse pulled out of me, the four of us caught our breath. Dean sat on the seat beside me and pulled my chair effortlessly up against his. Then he turned me over and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him.

  I stared down at him, still breathless and horny as hell.

  “There’s no going back now,” he said.

  “Why on earth would I ever want to do that?” I whispered as I lifted myself up. His cock was still rock hard. I sat back down on him, taking him inside my pussy.

  I wasn’t through with them. Not even close. We had a lot of lost time to make up for, and what better time to start than now, under the brilliant fireworks of the Fourth of July?

  34

  Dean

  “This turned out better than I expected,” Jesse said as he stood back, put his hands on his hips, and looked around.

  I’d purchased the loft space above Rosette’s Bakery the day after the Fourth of July party at Lulu’s. I paid in cash so we could secure it immediately, and then my brothers and I had worked tirelessly over the last few days to get the place up to snuff to surprise Ashley.

  She had no clue what we’d been working on.

  She knew something was up because we hadn’t all spent time together at once since that night on the roof. We’d taken it in shifts while the others worked on the loft in order to get things ready in time for her. It had been a tall order, but we achieved better than I could have hoped.

  The space was just shy of six hundred square feet. It was in an old building, and the walls were all brick. We’d painted them white and left the floors to brighten it up and make it look a little more modern. I’d put in a gas fireplace on one wall to warm it up in the winter, since the windows were single paned. We’d have to fix that some time or another, but for now, it would do.

  We’d hired a contractor to do up some blueprints of what we could do with the space to turn it into a proper studio. He had mocked up three samples for us, all of which were splayed out on a table in the middle of the room. I wanted Ashley to have a hand in designing the studio how she wanted so we didn’t miss any key elements.

  I glanced at my watch. “Ethan should be here with her any minute.”

  “Do you think she suspects this?”

  “Not a chance. I think she suspects something. But this?” I waved my arms to encompass the whole studio. “She will have never seen this coming. No way.”

  Jesse smirked. “Good.”

  A lot had happened since our night on Lulu’s roof. We’d all started seeing Ashley, and it wasn’t weird at all. Sometimes, she would go out with just one of us, or two of us, or all three of us. She didn’t shy away from kissing us in public. She was really holding true to her decision to just go for what she wanted and damn what anyone else might think.

  The only person she was keeping in the dark for the time being was her mother, and that made perfect sense to all of us. Anne might lose her mind if she had to process something like this.

  But it was only a matter of time before the cat was out of the bag and the whole island knew. I didn’t give a shit. People could say whatever they wanted to say. It was impossible to try to stop them. So I would live the life I wanted, and I would live it with who I wanted.

  And that was Ashley.

  After the Fourth of July party, we had started trying to find a new apartment for Ashley. It was, at the time, what she said she wanted. Now, she didn’t seem so sure. She was still nervous about being alone, which made perfect sense, but we all thought it would be a good move for her.

  She had lived with Nick for almost three years. And before that, she had lived with two roommates. She’d never just had her own space to do with what she wanted. Jesse was currently in the works of trying to convince her that having her own apartment, even if it was just for a year or two, would be something she would not regret. She could still have some freedom to do what she wanted in her own time without having to share anything.

  But she was strangely resistant to the whole thing. If she didn’t choose to get her own apartment, she would be living with us. None of us had complaints about that.

  “Is Lulu coming?” Jesse asked.

  “She thought it would be best if it’s just the three of us today. Ashley can show her another time.”

  Jesse shrugged. “All right. Does she think we’re all going to get naked right here and break the place in?”

  I chuckled. “Has it not crossed your mind?”

  Jesse grinned. “Perhaps it has. Perhaps it hasn’t.”

  “Does it still feel weird to you?” Jesse asked.

  I turned to him expectantly. “Does what feel weird?”

  “Us and Ashley. I mean, it’s something we’ve all wanted for a long time. I’m just wondering if we’ll ever reach a point where it no longer feels surreal.”

  “I doubt it,” I said. It was hard to picture a time where I wouldn’t be in awe of the fact that Ashley was with us. Me. It had seemed like such an impossible reality just weeks ago. And now, it was our life.

  “How the hell did we get this lucky?” Jesse breathed, rubbing his shoulder absently.

  His wound was healing up well. The doctors were pleased with his progress, and his bandage had been removed two nights ago. The skin was bright pink and would leave a small T-shaped scar from the stitches just below his shoulder.
He had a habit now of rubbing it when he was thinking about something.

  Jesse sighed. “Why do we always send Ethan out? He’s always fucking late. Every damn time.”

  “Maybe they got tied up?”

  Jesse scowled. “Bastard.”

  I chuckled. “You’re guilty of it, too. So am I. We all like our alone time with her. I can’t blame him for wanting to keep her to himself for a few extra minutes.”

  “I can.”

  “Because you’re greedy.”

  “Damn straight.” Jesse grinned devilishly.

  Just then, my phone buzzed. I checked my message from Ethan. “They’re here. He just parked, and they’re about to come up the stairs.”

  “Right,” Jesse said, and we both hurried out of the studio and closed the door behind us.

  My favorite part of the whole project had been the door to the studio. I’d found an old antique one for sale online. It had been sitting in the back of some guy’s shed for over twenty-five years collecting dust. It was still in excellent shape. It just needed a quick paint job.

  I’d sanded it and painted it white to match the inside of the studio. The top half of the door was set with a stained-glass window painted in pale blues, turquoises, and purples. Once it was cleaned and looked brand new, I hired someone to come in and paint the words “Ashley’s Art Studio” in gold. It could be removed to maintain the integrity of the stained glass, and in the case that Ashley wanted to call it something different, but it worked perfectly for our grand reveal.

  “Why am I nervous?” Jesse muttered as he ran his hands down his thighs.

  “That’s adorable. You’re like a teenage girl waiting for her prom date to pick her up.”

  “Shut up.” Jesse scowled.

  I heard them coming up the stairs. Ethan said something funny, as per usual, and Ashley burst into a fit of giggles. Then she started pestering him. “Why won’t you tell me what we’re doing here? This is so weird. I didn’t even know this place existed up here. Can we go back down and get scones from the bakery?”