Brooke’s Special Agents [Men of Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Eileen Green

  He and Bradley had talked while he was in Denver. Prepping Brooke’s ass had had many interruptions since that first night they put a butt plug inside her. This week, Bradley had informed him that she was ready for them, and Frank couldn’t wait until they could take her together.

  Once Brooke slipped through the French doors that separated the deck from the bedroom, Frank turned to Bradley. “I heard they finally found the diamonds that Giselle lifted,” he said, looking out over the lake again.

  Bradley placed his beer bottle on the tray that sat on the table. It contained Brooke’s wineglass along with a dish that had chocolate frosting on it. They would have to take it in before dark, for they had found raccoons visited at night, especially any place food or trash was left. The trash cans now lived in a wooden shed because of that reason.

  “Yes,” Bradley confirmed. “She had been so intent on our relationship that she hadn’t fenced them yet. Her Swiss accounts, which were quite hefty, have been located also.”

  Frank had to chuckle. “She was some piece of work.”

  Bradley nodded. “Her shrink says she’s narcissistic, with delusions of grandeur. When she gets into a mindset, she works up this fantasy in her head and builds on it. The stealing? She has to be the best. The relationship? She has to be the most important thing in it. Her looks? She has to go all out to look the best over all others.”

  “Well, let’s hope they can help her. It is a shame to put all that beauty to waste.”

  “Only time will tell.” Bradley clapped Frank on the shoulder. “She has a lot of time to serve, so hopefully by the time she gets out, she’ll be straightened out psychologically. I’m just glad all that is behind us and that everything turned out well.”

  “I cringe when I think how close we got to losing Brooke, and you,” Frank said, a shiver running through him.

  “So do I. So do I,” Bradley agreed. “Now, let’s go play with our woman.”

  * * * *

  Thankful that she had worn a sundress for the day, she slipped out of it and tossed it onto the nearby chair. Panties were restricted while at home, so she didn’t have anything on under the dress. Sinking to her knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, she quickly presented herself and waited.

  Butterflies were dive-bombing in her stomach at the thought of finally having both her men inside her at once. She had kept telling them that she was stretched out enough before Frank left, but there had been two larger plugs to go, so they had refused.

  Anticipation was so strong, she felt as if she was vibrating with need.

  She and Bradley had done their fair share of lovemaking while Frank was gone, but BDSM hadn’t come into play. He had told her that was something he and Frank would do together.

  She and Frank were going to take a little trip before his vacation ended so as to make up some alone time. He had mentioned going up to Glacier National Park and doing some hiking. He had also waggled his eyebrows as he teased about making love in the great outdoors, which sounded wonderful to Brooke.

  As she waited, she reflected on the past year. It was almost exactly a year ago that she had been kidnapped.

  Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that among her rescuers that two handsome men of two different backgrounds would fall for her. Once they had gone their separate ways due to their lives, she hadn’t seen them courting her, even from afar. But they had, and she was thankful they had.

  She knew she was in love with them before she had left Montana to go back to her life in Atlanta, but she didn’t know how serious they felt about her. Now she knew.

  It amazed her how much she had learned from BDSM. Not only had it elevated her sexual experience, but she also found she could calm herself. She had learned that she could let go of everything around her and just live in the moment, something that was difficult to do when you were heading your own growing company.

  Murmured voices from the deck settled upon her. Any minute both her men would enter through the doors and stand before her. They would do wicked things to her body, things that she would enjoy.

  Deeps breaths. Let yourself relax. Give over to the moment.

  It wasn’t a long wait. She didn’t think it would be, for Frank would tell her things he intended to do to her once he returned. The anticipation was what had kept Brooke in a constant state of arousal these days.

  Brooke had read about people with high-demand jobs using power exchange not only as a lifestyle, but also as a release from the stress and responsibility that they endure on a day-to-day basis. She now understood.

  In her pose, knees shoulder width apart, back straight, hands palms up on thighs, and head bowed, she found her center. She let the world roll off of her and gave herself to her men.

  The fateful night a month ago had her in danger yet again. The look on Bradley’s face as he moved toward was one of anger and determination. She knew that both men loved her, for they told her time and time again. However, at that point, she saw the lengths of their love.

  A ring had been placed on her finger not more than a half hour before as an indication of their love. When whackadoodle Gigi demanded Brooke to hand it over, saying it was hers, Brooke was determined to keep it, but with a gun pointed at her, she let it go.

  It was a symbol. Bradley’s face held all his love for her as he tried to save her from Gigi. Frank was not too far behind him, the same look on his face, albeit confusion sat there, too.

  The off-kilter woman had formed an unhealthy relationship with Bradley in her mind and was set to do anything she had to do to get him back. Brooke believed him when he had said he hadn’t had sex with the woman, but in Gigi’s warped mind, he had.

  Giving up the ring hadn’t phased Brooke. It was only an emblem. She knew her men loved her and would do anything to show her, but when Gigi was being held down by Connor, Brooke wanted it back. It was given to her out of love, and their pledge to love and protect her forever, and she wanted that on her finger. It wasn’t for herself. She had her men’s words and their devotion for that. It was a representation to the world, so when they both offered to buy her a new ring, saying it was now tarnished after being on Gigi’s finger, she refused. It meant more to her now more than ever, for they had fought to rescue her yet again.

  Now, their union was going to be taken to the next level. Their bodies were going to be joined together with her as their center. Just the thought had tremors firing in her womb.

  Her body knew who she belonged to, for every time they looked at her with those passionate glances, her nipples would tighten, and her cunt would contract and leak her cream.

  At the moment, her breasts felt heavy with need as her nipples became puckered and hard. Liquid love trickled down inner thighs, readying her body to take a thick, hard cock inside her. Little spasms contracted her anus in anticipation of finally feeling one of her lovers’ dicks fill her in her final physical submission to her men.

  A hand on her head brought her attention back to the moment. She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes, or zoned out so that she hadn’t heard Bradley and Frank enter the room.

  Frank knelt down before her. Using his forefinger, he used it under her chin to raise her up so she was looking at him.

  His love shone in his eyes, but a touch of concern flickered within their blue depths. “Are you ready for this, Brooke?” he asked, his eyes searching her face.

  She knew they would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, but she also knew they needed to be certain they didn’t hurt her in any fashion, mentally, emotionally, or physically.

  “I am absolutely certain, Sir. I am so ready for this.” Her voice was breathy as she spoke. “Please make me complete by filling me with your cocks at the same time.”

  The few inches disappeared between them when Frank used his finger to draw her closer to him. His lips barely touched hers but sent a new round of heat through her body.

  When he pulled away, the hunger in his eyes overwhelmed her
.

  Frank stood, held his hand out to her, and helped her to her feet. Getting down into her offering pose was becoming easier and easier. Standing up from it was something she hadn’t mastered yet, but neither man had any qualms about it.

  The floor disappeared from under her feet as she was swept up into Bradley’s arms. He had shed his clothes, and the heat from his body permeated into hers. The small smattering of hair between his pecs tickled her arm as she felt his cock tap against her ass. He was fully ready for her.

  It was only a few steps for his long legs to the bed. He knelt onto the bed and laid her down off to one side before blanketing her body with his magnificently sculpted body.

  Without hesitation, Bradley claimed her lips with his, devouring her mouth, and using his tongue to thoroughly taste her, taking her breath away. It always happened when both of them kissed her.

  Brooke kissed back with abandon, trying to match him, but the Dominant in him always won out.

  Bradley rested himself on his forearms, as if he didn’t want to give her all his weight. It was thoughtful, but she didn’t mind when either lay fully on her for a few moments.

  His legs, lightly covered with hair, nudged hers apart. The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy, heat meeting heat. When it jumped slightly, she spread her legs farther, hoping to maneuver enough for him to press against her opening.

  Moans and groans were shared between them with their mouths still fused together. He was enjoying the kiss as much as she was, putting all of himself into it.

  The bed dipped beside her, and she knew Frank had joined them.

  The two pulled out of the kiss. Brooke was still reeling from it as air that had been stolen by Bradley was sucked into her lungs.

  A glance up showed Frank had shed his clothing. His dick was hard, the mushroomed head looking angry in its purplish hue. A drop of precum enticed her, making her mouth water. Slowly, she raised her hand to swipe at the pearly liquid with her thumb and brought it to her mouth.

  Both men had their own unique taste, and she never imagined she would like the taste of it, but now she craved it.

  The flavor burst on her tongue, drawing a moan from her. Stretching her neck, she lapped at the tip as it was quite near. She only managed a couple swipes before Frank pulled back.

  “No, honey. I want to come inside your ass.” Frank stroked her hair that was spread on the pillow. “I love how you want to please us.”

  “You please us just by being you, love,” Bradley added. “Now, let us show you how much we love you.”

  It amazed her that they still had the ability to make her blush.

  Raising his hips slightly, Bradley shifted until his cock pulsed at her opening. Slowly, he began to push in, filling her pussy. Her body accepted him, her walls contracting around him.

  “God, you are so tight,” Bradley groaned. “Keep doing what you’re doing. My cock loves it.”

  Once seated, Bradley held himself there for a few moments as if giving Brooke time to adjust.

  Brooke raised her hands between them and let them roam over his chest, shoulders, and arms. She continued to explore while Bradley watched her, letting her have a bit of control.

  She loved how both their bodies felt under her fingertips. Both were a woman’s dream of masculinity. Soft skin belied the hard-sculpted muscle that lay beneath, offering a visual feast. Her pussy contracted when she thought that all that masculinity belonged to her. She could reach out and feel them anytime she wished, and no one else could.

  A blond brow raised questioningly as Bradley’s mustache twitched. Before she could react, he slipped his arms under her and turned to the side, flipping them so that she now lay upon him, her hands trapped between their bodies.

  She straddled his firm hips. His cock was still seated within her, small twitches reminding her of his extreme arousal. Pushing up with her hands on his chest, she propped herself up, the position changing the dynamic of their union slightly. She loved how he felt inside her.

  The bed dipped at the side as she heard Frank moving around until he was behind her. He rubbed up and down her back as Bradley’s hands covered her breasts. They knew how to please her.

  Bradley tweaked her nipples, drawing her attention to him. Her head lolled backward from her pleasure.

  Frank let his hands wander down her back to her derriere. He used his thumbs to dip into the crevice there, creating shivers of delight to rack her body. She moaned her approval.

  Brooke ground her hips against Bradley, letting her clit rub against his pubic bone. Sparks shot out from her pussy, kindling the fire that was smoldering waiting to burst into a wildfire. She gasped at the sensation, letting her head fall back and reveling in them. Her body wanted more. Needed more. She wanted the fire to consume her.

  “Be patient, sweetheart,” Frank said behind her, kissing the middle of her back. “We’ll give you what you need. Just let me get you prepped.”

  She knew what they needed to do, but she wanted it now. All she could do was nod her understanding.

  Frank slid his fingers farther down her butt crack. When he skimmed her dark hole, a shudder racked Brooke’s body. It was hard to be patient when all her body needed was them fucking her.

  As he used his thumb to tease her anus, sparking a new fire, Brooke heard the pop of a lid on a lube bottle being opened. She waited with anticipation until that cold gel dribbled over the area. When she felt it, she arched her back, moving her breasts farther into Bradley’s hands.

  Having both her men manipulating her from both sides was a heavenly feeling she never wanted to go without again. She wanted to grow old with them and be between them even when they were gray with age.

  The thumb at her ass pressed inward, sending electricity throughout her body. Over and over, he pressed in and then out, stretching her. After having all the plugs in her, he was able to breach her without the pain that had been there the first couple of times they had played there.

  Soon, Frank was slipping his fingers inside, scissoring them to spread her. The slight burn that occurred was no longer considered a pain by Brooke. It was sensation that meant her men loved her, all of her, and that she was giving the last millimeters of her body to them sexually.

  When the fingers disappeared, she felt empty and detached from Frank, but within seconds, the feel of a condom-covered cockhead was at her opening. She had to wonder when he had donned the prophylactic, but that didn’t matter. It mattered that she was going to finally have both her lovers, her men, her future husbands inside her at the same time.

  “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

  Frank’s instruction was breathy. She knew he didn’t want to hurt her. She knew they would rather hurt themselves than cause her any pain, and she loved them for that.

  Brooke knew what was expected of her when Frank pressed inward. They had discussed this moment many times, and she had had the discussion with their lady friends. There was going to be the burn, a slight discomfort, but once she had been fully breached, the discomfort would become a welcoming sensation that was going to enhance her arousal.

  “Look at me, love,” Bradley said softly. “I need to see your eyes while Frank enters you.”

  She nodded as she looked deep into his dark blue eyes. It always amazed her that both men’s eyes darkened when they were aroused, or angry. She never did ask them if that happened to her eyes also.

  Pressure around her rosette was building as Frank pressed further inside her. She accepted the feeling, which wasn’t pain, just the discomfort. When the head of him passed her sphincter, she wanted more.

  She pushed back against Frank, trying to get him to enter her until he filled her.

  “Let me go slow this first time, Brooke,” he said, his voice strained. “I just want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

  “Please hurry, Frank. I need you.” Her voice was nearly as strained as Frank’s was.

  Fingers of pain lit her body as he slowly pressed inward.
With Bradley’s cock already in her, it was a tight fit for Frank, but Brooke loved the feeling.

  Bradley’s eyes grew larger, and his nostrils flared as Frank filled her. She had to wonder what he was feeling on his end, but right now was not the time to find out.

  It felt like forever until she felt Frank’s sparse pubic hair press against her buttocks. She took a deep breath as she absorbed the feeling of both her men inside her at the same time. The need to have them move was consuming her.

  “P-please…” Her brain knew what she wanted to say, but she was having problems expressing herself. All she wanted was for them to move, to fuck her. She shimmied her hips, trying to get them to do something, but she wasn’t able to do much due to being sandwiched between them.

  Frank pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “It’s all right, sweetheart. We know what you want. Just be still and let us do the work.”

  She nodded as she moaned. She saw Bradley give a short nod and knew that her two men were silently communicating with each other.

  Bradley settled his hands on her hips seconds before he pulled his hips into the bed and then pressed back into her. As he pushed into her, Frank pulled his cock nearly out of her and then moved back in her.

  The two men worked in unison, one retreating, the other advancing. Over and over again, the two worked together. Heat engulfed her as their movements soon became jagged. Their breaths began to come in short pants as did hers.

  The tingling sensation she loved to feel was building. Sparks flew from her to every part of her body.

  Her clit continued to rub against Bradley, the little pearl throbbing. There wasn’t just one feeling in her body. They all combined together, all racing for the sexual finish line that every person desired when having a lover give them what they wanted.

  With each pass of Bradley in her cunt, her muscles contracted, drawing groans from each man. She knew they could feel each other through the thin membrane that separated them, so she was certain Frank could feel her muscles tighten also.