The feeling of having them both inside her at the same time, both loving her at the same time, had her heart swelling in her chest and tears falling on her cheeks.
Heat rushed up her legs and burst through her pussy, sending cum spilling around Brett’s cock. Within moments of her climax, Ryan pumped into her quickly before he groaned and shuddered. Seconds later, Brett slammed into her pussy several more times, his own climax sending cum deep into her vagina.
Brett buried his nose in her neck, and Ryan kissed her shoulder as they all tried to catch their breath.
“You’re amazing,” Brett murmured.
“I bet you say that to all the girls you have in this position.”
“No, I don’t. I love you, Whit.”
“I know, Brett. I was kidding.”
Ryan slipped out of her back hole and moved to their side. When she rolled off Brett, the emptiness she felt made her frown.
“I think I really need a shower now.”
Ryan waggled his eyebrows. “Mmm…sounds like fun.”
She chuckled, not believing her luck. “Good Lord. You two will keep me busy for a long time to come. It’s a good thing you both have full time jobs, or I wouldn’t be able to walk.”
Chapter Eight
The next morning, Whitney sat sipping orange juice at the dining room table with a silly smile on her lips when her father came downstairs.
“Coffee, Dad?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Coming right up.”
“Where are Brett and Ryan this morning?”
“Work.”
“Ah.” He gave her a knowing look.
“What?”
“I take it by the smile on your face, you made up with them.”
Heat crawled up her neck and fused to her face as she slipped back onto the seat of the chair. “Yeah. You could say that.”
“That would explain the noises I heard.”
“Daddy!”
“I’m kidding, daughter.” He held up his hands in surrender with a laugh. “I didn’t hear anything, I promise.” His face sobered. “I take it you’ll be staying here when I take Laura home.”
“I don’t know. I should go home with you and help, but I want to stay here.”
“I understand, Whitney.”
“I know you do, Dad, but Mom won’t understand, and I don’t know how Laura will feel. I don’t want her to think I’m abandoning her if she needs me.”
“Then talk to your sister.”
“I guess I should.” How will I explain loving two men to her? I hope she can understand. “I’ll go to the hospital after I take a shower then. Do you want to stay here or go with me?”
“I’ll go, but I’m going to give you some time alone with her. Don’t worry, honey, she’ll be happy for you. She hated Eric anyway.”
Whitney laughed. “I know. She couldn’t stand him.”
Two hours later, the two of them walked into Laura’s room to find her crying.
“Oh honey,” Whitney said, sitting on the side of the bed with her sister and wrapping her arms around Laura’s shoulders.
“What am I going to do? I can’t go on without Matthew.”
“I know it doesn’t seem like the pain will ever heal, but someday you’ll move on. You’ve got a baby to take care of now, a part of Matt that will be with you forever.”
Laura sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “How did you get so smart, sis?”
“Believe me, I don’t feel very smart sometimes. Look at the mess I made with Eric.”
Whitney looked over her sister’s head to lock eyes with their father.
“Yeah, but someday you’ll find the perfect guy for you,” Laura replied, tipping her head back.
“That brings me to something I need to talk to you about.”
“I’m going to leave you girls alone a bit to talk,” Aaron said, moving toward the door. “I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to get some coffee.”
“Sure, Dad,” Laura answered with a frown.
Whitney and her father exchanged a knowing look before he disappeared out the door.
“What’s up, Whitney? You’re acting strange.”
“I wanted to talk to you about something. How would you feel if I didn’t go back to L.A. with you and Dad?”
“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you be going to back home with us?”
“Well, honey, I’ve met someone here in Flagstaff.”
“I’m happy for you, sis. If you need to stay here then I understand.”
My sister needs me. I’m being selfish by wanting to stay here.
“You know what? Never mind. I’ll come home with you and help you. You’re going to need it with the baby coming and everything.”
“Are you sure? You know I’d love it if you could. It’s going to be hard going home without Matt.”
Whitney wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders and prayed Brett and Ryan would understand.
* * * *
Whitney sat on the leather couch in Brett’s living room, tears rolling down her face when he walked through the door.
“Aw, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he asked when he pulled her into his arms. She curled up against him and rubbed her nose on his shirt.
“It’s Laura,” she murmured.
“She’s okay, isn’t she?”
She nodded.
“Then what, honey?”
“I went to the hospital to tell her about you, me, and Ryan, but I couldn’t, Brett.”
“Oh.”
Raising her face, their gazes locked, and he brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m proud to be with you two. Really I am, but it’s hard to make people understand how you could love two men. It’s not normal, is it?”
“For most people, no, it’s not, Whit. For us, it works, and that’s what is important.”
“I know.”
Her nose found the crook of his neck, and he had to suck in a ragged breath to keep from burying himself in her warm heat. Right now she needs me to be the understanding lover, not the overbearing brute after what’s between her legs.
Her lips brushed his neck.
Shit.
The rough pad of her tongue flicked against the skin, and a groan rumbled in his chest.
“Whit,” he murmured. “You’re torturing me, here.”
“Good. Make love to me, Brett.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want your hard length deep inside me.”
Pushing to his feet, he swept her up in his arms and headed for his room. He knew there would times when he would be alone with her and times when Ryan would have her to himself, but up until now, it hadn’t really happened. Yeah, the first time she’d been with either of them, he’d had her for a short time alone, but Ryan had joined them afterward, taking away the cuddle time Brett craved. He’d get it this time. Holding a woman after sex was special to him.
They reached the edge of his bed, and he gently laid her on the spread.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered when he skimmed his fingers across her cheek. He cupped the back of her head and tugged her closer.
“Make love to me.”
“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. Very slowly.”
Cheeks flushing with desire and eyes sparkling like diamonds, her face held him spellbound for a moment as he stared. His woman, his friend, his mate. The love he held in his heart for her encompassed his entire soul. He never thought he’d ever feel this way toward anyone after Corrine, but his feelings for Whitney amazed him beyond anything he could think of. And to share her with Ryan made her all the more special.
One knee pressed into the edge of the mattress as his lips locked with hers and his palm slipped across her breast. He settled over the top of her, chest to breast, and licked her lips.
“Brett, please.”
“We aren’t going to rush this, sweetheart. I want to savor
every second with you.”
Skimming his mouth across her cheek, he made his way to her ear and nibbled the lobe with his teeth. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, matching the rapid tempo of his, when he continued his journey down her neck. When the buttons on the front of her blouse were free, he slipped his hand inside and palmed her breast through her bra.
“I love black lace.”
“I know. Why do you think I wore this today?”
“For me?”
She nodded. “And a skimpy little thong.”
“Damn.”
Frown lines settled between her eyebrows. “I missed you so much,” she murmured.
“I missed you, too, sweetheart. You have no idea how hard it was to keep from coming to L.A.”
Her fingers trailed across his face. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For putting you and Ryan through hell the last few weeks. I can’t imagine how you must have felt knowing what we shared, but not being able to tell me.”
“It’s over now. We’re together again. That’s what counts.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, and I plan on showing you just how much for several hours.”
A wicked giggle burst from her lips. “Several hours, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.”
With a quick flick of his fingers, the front of her bra lay open, giving him free access to the round flesh he craved. One hand skimmed across the nipple of her left breast while he encircled the right one with his tongue. He sucked it between his lips, and she moaned softly as she arched toward his mouth. He slid his hand across her flat stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans and released the button with a twist of his wrist.
“Too many clothes,” he whispered against her skin. Two fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear.
“Definitely.” With a slight shift of her hips, she gave him better access to the treasure he sought.
One finger glanced over her clit, and she whimpered her need as she spread her thighs farther apart. Pleading eyes met his when he shifted above her. “Patience, sweetheart.”
She lifted her hips and he grasped her pants, tugging, pulling them off swiftly, and then tossing them across the room in his haste. Her soft giggle met his ear and he smiled.
“Brat,” he grumbled.
“Who’s the impatient one now?”
“We’ll see how needy you are when I eat you until you scream.” He kissed the inside of her knee, working his way up her thigh. A quick swipe of his tongue had her moaning her need, but when he blew a warm puff of air over her wet clit, the whimper that burst from her lips made him smile. He had her on edge, and he liked it that way. Knowing just how she liked to be licked, he settled his tongue against the bunch of nerves and toggled quickly. She tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, and her hands fisted the bedspread beneath her. When she teetered on the edge, he removed his mouth and kissed the insides of her thighs.
“Son-of-a-bitch. Don’t stop.”
Brett nipped the tender skin on her legs, she yelped at the pain he was sure it caused, and then groaned when he soothed it with his tongue.
“Quit teasing me. I need…”
“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”
“I need to come, Brett. Please. Oh God, please.”
The torture in her voice snapped his control. Sucking her clit between his lips and sliding two fingers into her vagina, he felt her pussy quiver and tighten when she arched her back and screamed his name.
He lapped up her sweetness until she sighed and relaxed. Working his way back up her stomach, he kissed every inch of skin until he reached her breast. Palming the round flesh, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue until she squirmed.
“More?”
“God, yes. I need you inside me. But first, I want your skin against mine,” she murmured, tugging at the tail of his shirt. Moving from his position above her, he stood on the side of the bed, whipping his shirt over his head. When he went to grab the button at his waist, she stopped him.
“My turn.”
She slipped the button free and slid her hands around the waist of his pants before she worked them down over his buttocks.
“Mmm…”
Once his jeans pooled at his ankles, she scooted closer and ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Whit.”
The hum of her answer on his flesh sent his own desire spiraling out of control, but when she went down on him and palmed his balls, he thought for sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Bumping against the back of her throat when he rocked his hips, he fucked her mouth until he bordered on ecstasy.
“Whitney, sweetheart.” He rocked forward again. “Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be buried in your sweet heat.”
Releasing him with a quick flick of her tongue, she tilted her head back and smiled. “Good. That’s what I want, too.”
Tucking her hair behind her ear, he kissed her as he pushed her back against the bed, and she cradled his hips with her thighs. Penetrating her, he closed his eyes and fought for control over the desire to bury himself until they were flesh against flesh. He rocked slightly, and she lifted her hips to take whatever he wanted to give.
“All, Brett. I need all of you.”
“You have no idea how incredible this feels,” he whispered.
“I’m on the receiving end here. I have a clue. Trust me. Fuck me, Brett. Hard and fast.”
With a hearty groan, he sheathed his cock deep inside her pussy until he thought he’d go mad with the sensations. Never had anyone felt so right, so perfect, surrounding him, pulling every feeling, every need from his heart to hold within her grasp.
Lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes and said, “I love you, Whit. Don’t ever think I don’t. I want you with me always.”
A tear slipped from her eye and disappeared into the hair at her temple. “I love you, too. God, I love you so much. The thought of being away from you and Ryan tears me apart.”
“Good. Then you’ll stay?”
“I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. You two hold my heart in the palms of your hands.”
Gritting his teeth as he fought for control, he shifted his hips, sliding in and out of her warmth, loving each stroke, each quiver of her pussy around him.
He lifted his chest and braced himself on his arms when he finally had to speed up. With every rock of his hips, she whimpered. When she wrapped her legs around his back and locked her ankles, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oh God. Oh God,” he whispered with each slap of his pelvis against hers. The answering pleas of need drove him over the edge.
“Brett!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Hot cum spilled from inside her to coat his flesh.
One last pump of his hips, and he shot his seed deep into her vagina.
Collapsing against her, he buried his nose in her neck as she softly ran her hands through the hair at his nape and then down his back.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too.”
“I’m hungry. How about you?”
“Me, too, but not necessarily for food,” he replied with a low growl.
He slid from her warmth and pulled her against his side when he lay against the pillows. Her head rested on his chest, and he drew small circles on her arm, loving the feel of her next to him.
“Are you always this insatiable?” she asked, threading her fingers through the hair on his chest.
“Only since you came along. You better be taking your vitamins, woman. We’ve got a lot of lovin’ to make up for.”
“I’m going to love every minute of it, too.”
* * * *
Fucking bitch! You’ll pay for this. Eric stared at the divorce papers and the copy of her life insurance policy in his hands. Cut me out of all that money? I don’t think so, Whitney my love. You can’t get rid
of me that easily. You’ll leave that little sanctuary at some point, and then, I’ll have you right where I want you, begging for mercy as I ream your ass with my dick. Your boy toys won’t be able to save you.
An evil laugh bubbled from his lips as he tucked both sets of papers into his suitcase and snapped it closed. Getting out of jail had been the easy part. It was always good to have connections. Bail bondsmen, hoods, gangbangers, they all came in handy at some point.
When she’s dead, with her memory lapse, it won’t take anything to have her declared incompetent. I can claim she was mentally unstable when she filed for the divorce and changed the insurance policy.
He tapped his fingers against his temple.
Think. A plan. I need a plan.
Moments later, a smile formed on his mouth.
I’ll take all of them out. Her lovers and Whitney. I may even rip into those two guys and get three pieces of ass before I’m done. Wouldn’t that be the best?
The door to the sleazy hotel room opened with a squeak of hinges before he let it slam behind him as he headed to his rental car. After he’d been arrested, Aaron Morris made damned sure the money in his bank accounts had been frozen. Luckily, Eric knew several loan sharks in Los Angeles that were more than willing to front him some cash, at a hefty price, of course.
I need a gun.
Stevie. He remembered the gang leader he’d help spring several months before. The man had been arrested for murder, and Eric had been his attorney. Fortunately for Stevie, the evidence against him didn’t amount to much. How Aaron Morris ever thought he could put the man behind bars on the shit they’d had, he’d never know. Eric relished that victory over his father-in-law.
When Stevie had walked free, the last words he said to Eric hadn’t meant anything at the time, but they did now.
“I owe you, man. You ever need anything, anything at all, you call me. I take care of my homies.”
Sitting in Flagstaff, in front of the Denny’s on Milton, Eric knew what he needed, and Stevie could get it for him. Grabbing his cell phone from his jacket pocket, he found the number he sought, pushed talk, and held it up to his ear.
“Yo.”
“Stevie?”
“Yeah,” the voice grumbled.
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