by Avery Gale
Being the only kid in the village with looks that didn’t resemble anyone else’s hadn’t been easy. Her parents had drilled it into her from an early age the importance of not drawing attention to herself, so the ‘pale-skinned kid with the light hair’ wasn’t considered a threat or worse yet—possessed. Every time her family moved into a new area, Lara was forced to hide until her dad could convince the local religious leaders that she wasn’t some demon sent to destroy the integrity of the village and poison the minds of the other children.
As she’d matured, Lara had wondered more than once if her dad wasn’t paying off the tribal chiefs to keep her off their radar, because even as inexperienced as she’d been, their leering looks hadn’t been difficult to interpret. But it had been their sudden in-the-middle-of-the-night moves that had been the most suspicious. Her family had never kept many personal possessions—she hadn’t been allowed to keep any more than she could pack in an hour. Her parents had insisted it was to avoid the heat of the day, which in most of the countries they’d lived in was a reasonable excuse—but their explanation had started to seem less and less reasonable as time wore on.
Leaning forward to press her forehead against the cool tile, Lara’s mind drifted back to the night her one and only boyfriend had walked away from her. She’d dated Simon Ericson for several weeks before joining Dark Desires, and he’d seemed more interested in her background than her future. She’d met him late one afternoon after stopping at an outdoor café for a cup of coffee. While she’d been walking home from class, Lara had been almost overwhelmed with the strange feeling she was being watched as she’d made her way down the tree-lined street. She’d stepped into the small shop to place her order and then moved out to sit on the patio hoping she could figure out what was going on.
She’d almost finished her coffee when a young man sat down next to her and smiled as he pushed another cup of her favorite latte in front of her. At her questioning look he’d simply said, “I asked the barista” and shrugged as if that was all the answer needed. Lara looked at the barista who grinned and gave her a thumb’s up. They’d started talking and before long she realized time had gotten away from her and it was getting late. When he’d seen her nervously glancing at her watch, Simon offered to give her a ride home. She’d hesitated—all those safety seminars her freshman year in college had evidently made at least a small impression, and he’d praised her for being cautious. He’d shown her his college identification card and a driver’s license with an address not far from where she lived and for whatever reason that had seemed like enough reason to trust him. Later she’d wondered why it had made her feel safer—something she still didn’t understand.
Lara had been dating Simon for several weeks when he suddenly announced he was moving to Washington D.C. and essentially disappeared from her life. He hadn’t called or even emailed her after moving. It was if he’d simply ceased to exist, vanishing into thin air. The entire time they’d dated they had rarely gone out in public together, Simon always insisted he enjoyed her company and didn’t see any reason to share their time together with anyone else. He had never wanted his picture taken, but she had managed to snap one candid shot with her phone, which had mysteriously vanished from her phone not long after he’d moved. Their “dates” had almost always been walks along the beach or at small hole-in-the-wall places that rarely had more than a few other customers.
Since she’d never had a boyfriend, Lara hadn’t realized how strange the whole thing had been until after it had ended. When she’d mentioned it casually to a few of her friends one evening during a study session, they instantly expressed their concern. None of her friends had ever heard of him, and when she’d described him, they’d all sworn they’d never seen anyone matching his description on campus either.
One of her study partners worked in the Registrar’s Office and had offered to check on him, as it turned out Simon Ericson had never been a student at any of the University of Houston campuses. Lara hadn’t understood why he’d bothered with fake identification, but her friends hadn’t been shy about expressing their opinions—and none of them were particularly comforting.
Simon had never pressed her for sex and there had been times when she’d practically begged him for it. After several rejections she had finally quit asking, the humiliation still burned despite her friends’ assurance that there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Looking back, she had to admit he’d seemed more interested in hearing about her life before moving to the U.S. than he’d ever been with what she’d been doing recently. He’d told her small anecdotes about his family and friends, but never enough that she had felt as if she’d really gotten to know him.
Lara took a deep breath trying to bring her thoughts back to the present when she heard the shower door open. She shook off the melancholy thinking about Simon inevitably brought on and turned to see Fischer watching her as if he was seeing her for the first time. It really should be illegal for any man to be so gorgeous. He had the face of an angel and Lara had watched women at Dark Desires literally walk into walls because they’d been staring at him. “What were you thinking about, cupcake?” His voice was soft—pure seduction, but there was no question he was going to demand an answer.
Straightening, Lara turned to fully face him, but couldn’t seem to make herself meet his intensive gaze. “I was thinking about how strange my life is sometimes. How little I really know about dealing with people. I guess I started out thinking about my parents and just kept jumping from point to point until I was lost in the memory of how I was fooled by a man I met during college.”
Fischer stepped into the shower with her, and prompted her to continue while he washed and conditioned her hair. “Tell me about him. You’ve never mentioned this before.” He was right, she and Fischer had talked a lot during their frequent lunches together at the club’s deli where she worked, but she’d never mentioned Simon because, quite frankly, she’d been embarrassed to admit how naïve and easily taken in she’d been. Just as she started telling the story, Peter stepped into the shower. He didn’t say anything, just smiled and nodded for her to continue.
There were times when their ability to speak to one another telepathically was just plain creepy. It was obvious Peter hadn’t needed to ask what they were talking about because he already knew. But Fischer’s gentle touch kept her distracted enough that she divulged far more about her odd relationship with Simon than she had intended to. The tension in the small space was almost palatable by the time she’d finished telling them about her experience.
Peter had entered the bathroom just as Fischer finished sending out his mental SOS. And listening to Lara’s story about Simon Ericson didn’t do a thing to allay his concerns for her parents, he was becoming more and more convinced they were more than simple missionaries. As a former Special Forces operative, Peter simply did not give any credence to coincidence. Ever.
Why would a man who simply wanted to pick-up a pretty coed need to pretend to be a student? And even then, most civilians wouldn’t have the resources to be that well prepared. Oh, he could answer the question easily—to make sure his young, naïve mark felt safe enough to allow him to get close to her. Hell, the guy had clearly played Lara from the beginning. Most young women had been burned by guys often enough by the time they entered college that they were more than a little skeptical. But Lara’s upbringing had been so unconventional she’d been easily duped. And while she might not be willing to admit it, he’d heard the insecurity that had subtly entered her tone as she’d spoken. She’d taken the guy’s lack of interest in her physically as rejection. Personally, Peter wondered if the bastard hadn’t been gay because it was almost impossible to imagine any straight man being able to resist the little blonde beauty. Hell, he and his brother wanted to fuck her all the time—and while he was grateful the man hadn’t taken her, it was difficult to imagine how Ericson had dated her for several months and not enjoyed her delectable little body.
Peter watched her shoul
ders roll in and listened as her voice dropped as she spoke, all the while fighting the urge to slam his fist against the wall in frustration. Lara Emmons was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met. She was a walking wet dream as well as being smart, funny, and sweet. Hell, if he and Fischer had designed their “perfect woman” you would have sworn they’d been describing Lara. His chief concern was the fact she hadn’t really lived her life yet—he worried that if they moved too quickly, someday she’d realize how much she’d missed and want to reclaim a part of her missed youth. He’d seen it happen in his circle of friends and the resulting heartache had sent more than one of his friends into drunken tailspins.
Once they’d all dried off and moved into the bedroom, Peter pulled Lara into his arms and simply held her for several minutes. A part of him wanted to simply hold her close, but he knew there was a part of her that needed the reassurance that she was indeed desirable. He’d never met a woman yet who didn’t suffer at least occasionally from the fear she “wasn’t enough”. If he and his brother had their way, Lara would never be plagued by that question again. Rubbing his hand in small, soothing circles over her lower back, Peter was pleased when she relaxed into his embrace.
He’d known from the beginning he would be playing catch-up in their relationship because she and Fischer already had a solid friendship. But he’d been pleasantly surprised at how quickly he and the little sub had bonded. He knew that her friendship with Tobi and Gracie probably played a large part in how easily she’d accepted the possibility of a ménage relationship. Seeing how happy her friends were in similar arrangements and knowing polyamorous marriages could work would have certainly helped calm any misgivings.
When he saw Fischer finish turning down the bed and move into position, Peter led Lara to the edge of the bed so she faced his brother. Fischer’s eyes blazed with lust and Peter felt Lara’s entire body begin to vibrate against him. Leaning down, he spoke softly against her ear, “Look at how much he wants you, mi amõre. We both want you more than you’ll ever know. You are pure magic and it slays me that you don’t know it.” He pressed butterfly kisses from just below her ear skimming over her quickening pulse and following a line to the top of her shoulder. When he reached the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, he opened his mouth and let his teeth graze the area they’d discovered was particularly responsive. He felt her shudder and wanted to smile. He looked up and gave Fischer a quick nod.
“Come here, baby. I want you to ride me. I can’t wait to feel your hot little pussy wrapping my cock in your wet heat. You’re so tight, squeezing me like the softest glove in the world. There ya go, slide right on down so I’m—holy fucking mother of all things sacred, when your pussy ripples around me I think I’m going to lose my mind from the pleasure.” Peter tried to disconnect from his brother’s emotions because he felt his own control skating far too close to the edge and damn it, he’d like to at least get inside her pretty little ass before he came.
Using the palm of his hand, he pressed gently between Lara’s shoulder blades, lowering her down onto Fischer’s chest. The surge of sensation he got from his brother was nothing short of pure bliss, as Fischer’s mind registered the feeling of her tightly puckered nipples pressing against his chest and the soft sound of Lara’s gasp as his chest hair raked over the sensitive nubs. Oh yeah, Fischer was struggling already and Peter knew he needed to get Lara’s pretty rosette prepped and get inside her or he wasn’t even going to get to ride in this rodeo.
“Pet, I’m going to get you ready to take us both, but I need you to help me out, okay?” Lara moaned and Peter couldn’t hold back his smile. “Oh, precious girl, I do love that sound. But I need you to say the words, alright?” They hadn’t taken her together often enough that he felt either of them knew her body well enough to assess how she was handling it. And until they did, he and Fischer would both need to double check to insure she was cognizant enough to use her safe words. And making her verbalize her desire was a sure way to keep the line of communication open.
“Yes, Sir. Please. Just—just tell me what you want me to do. I’m green…oh so green.” Lara’s use of the club’s stop light system satisfied him that she was making an informed decision and he immediately dribbled a fine stream of warming lube at the top of her ass and watched it run in a slow stream over her pert little hole. Using the tip of his finger, he slowly massaged the lube into the flexing tissue surrounding her snug opening before pressing his finger just inside the tight ring of her anal sphincter.
Peter heard Lara’s sharp intake of breath and when her body tightened around his finger he nearly came just from the anticipation alone. “Oh, sweet girl, I’m going to love pushing into your tight ass. You are going to milk me dry in no time at all. Hell, right now my goal is to get inside you before my balls spontaneously combust.” And he hadn’t been exaggerating. Feeling her rippling muscles trying to suck his finger in deeper and imagining how they were going to feel around his cock was maxing out his self-control in a big hurry.
By the time he’d worked a second finger inside, Lara was pushing back against him just like they’d taught her and Peter was trying very hard to tune out Fischer’s running commentary playing out in his mind. Damn, he wished his brother would give it a rest already—he didn’t have to share everything. There was no need to stack his pleasure telepathically while Peter was already trying to hold his own at bay. ‘Knock it the fuck off or I’m gonna kick your ass, little brother.’
‘You can try.’
‘Jesus, what are you five fucking years old?’ They’d been replaying this same banter, under different circumstances since they had, in fact, been five and eight years old. Fuck, it was a wonder their mother wasn’t bat-shit crazy having raised three boys who always knew what everyone was thinking. It hadn’t surprised Peter or Fischer that their mother’s response to finding out they couldn’t “hear” Lara had been riotous laughter so out of control their dad had finally taken the phone from her to find out what was going on.
Peter leaned forward, running his palm up the length of Lara’s spine from the peak of her rounded ass cheeks down into the valley shielding the small of her back and then back up the sloping incline until his hand spanned between her shoulder blades. “You are so beautiful, your pretty little hole is all soft and pink and ready for me. Hang on, pet, this is going to be a wild ride.” He watched goose bumps race over her skin in anticipation of his possession, ordinarily he’d take time to admire each and every small nuance of her response because knowing their effect on her was intoxicating. But right now, he couldn’t think past pushing into her and losing himself in her submission.
Pressing slowly inside, Peter was trying hard to shift his focus from the intoxicating feel of her ass opening for him as Lara arched her back and pushed back against him. “That’s perfect, mi amõre. Keep pushing back, let me in, beautiful girl, and I’ll take you on a magical ride.” His breathing hitched as the widest flair of his corona slid past the outer ring of muscles and her pretty hole closed around his shaft. “Oh fuck me, sweetheart, you feel so amazing.” He held still letting her adjust and giving himself a few seconds to reassemble his control. Hell, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able savor the moment before his body demanded satisfaction, but for just a few seconds he wanted to simply enjoy the small ripples as she pulled him deeper.
He’d kept his palm flat against Lara’s back, it was important to maintain the connection because that small demonstration of his dominance would reassure her that he was in control. It would also allow him to anticipate any movement, he was worried she might become so lost in her desire she’d suddenly surge back against him and injure the delicate tissues he was trying to gently stretch. “Just lie still and let us do all the work, precious girl. We don’t want you to make any sudden movements and hurt yourself, do you understand? Give me a color, mi amõre.”
Lara’s soft groan was satisfying but not enough, the sharp slap to her already tender ass caused her to
gasp before answering, “I’m green, Sir. Very, very green. And—oh crap on a coconut I know there was another question, but I really don’t remember what it was. I just need for you to move—PLEASE.” Peter knew he should make her answer, but his body was also demanding that he move.
“Hang on. Don’t move or you’ll get another spanking, and I’m not sure your beautiful red ass can take another punishment just yet.” He felt her relax beneath his hand and when his eyes met his brother’s over Lara’s shoulder, he didn’t need their telepathic link to know it was time.
Peter wasn’t sure how they managed to keep their pace slow and measured as long as they did—alternating their withdrawals and thrusts so one of them was buried deep inside Lara at all times. He could feel her desire swamping him as if he was mainlining it, and his control finally snapped. ‘Let’s go. I can’t wait any longer and I want you both to go with me.’
‘I’m right there with you and we’ll take her over with us—she is close.’
They stayed in perfect sync even as the pace increased. Peter leaned down when he felt her ass tighten around his cock like a fist and growled against her ear, “Come now, mi amõre.” Lara’s response was immediate and cataclysmic. He felt the wave of muscle tension move up her spine beneath his hand a split second before she screamed. The muscles of her ass tightening rhythmically around his cock, the constriction was just this side of painful, and the bliss that followed sent his mind into a total whiteout. Hell, Peter didn’t know how long his mind was off-line—his release had stolen everything—even his ability to breathe. Sucking in a big gulp of air, he hoped the infusion of oxygen would kick-start his brain back into gear. Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he should probably be grateful his heart hadn’t stopped beating.