She moaned and tilted her head back as he shoved all the way in.
“Oh, Brook. Fucking-a, you got me,” he said and realized how vulnerable and weak he sounded, and he couldn’t have that. He was a guy, a tough, rock solid Special Forces soldier and SWAT commander, and he couldn’t be weak. He gripped her hip and began to thrust in and out of her cunt. She held on with one hand, her other remaining down because of the bruising on her side, he assumed, and he slowed his pace.
“You okay? No pain?” Kernan asked.
“None whatsoever. You’re so big, Kernan, so hard I feel every stroke. Move faster. Faster please,” she begged, and he complied. He needed this. Needed her and to know she was his woman. Things were going to change. They were already. He thrust his cock into her pussy while holding her hips in place. He rocked and stroked and then glanced at his brothers, who were laying there on either side of their woman. Holy shit, Brook was theirs. They were doing what their friends were doing and engaging in a ménage. His cock grew thicker, and he knew he was going to come.
“I can’t take it. You feel so damn good, so perfect, I’m already there. Fuck, it’s too fast. Fuck.” He pounded into her, the bed making noises and the sounds of her soft purrs and then her cry as she orgasmed sent him over the edge. He came in her pussy, rocking his hips and shaking in the aftermaths of his release. He lowered down and kissed her lips then her neck. He crushed her to the bed, but on her good side, not the bruised one.
She kissed him back, ran her palm along his biceps and then to his cheek. She cupped it as he stared down into her deep green eyes.
“Don’t ever be scared of us. Of these feelings we have,” He told her.
“Don’t you be fearful, either,” she said and lifted up to kiss him again. When he released her lips and pulled from her body, he felt a loss so deep he wanted to grab her back and push into her again so he wouldn’t feel such loss. He knew his brothers needed her, too. This was only the beginning.
He gave her a wink and lifted up, then Kinchley took his place as Conan brushed her hair from her cheek and kissed her forehead.
* * * *
Kinchley did not want to give into the thoughts in his head. The training he received as a Navy Seal in order to survive. None of that training prepared him for this moment. The moment when he knew a woman, another human being, penetrated his heart of steel. Brook did. Instantly. And it was scary.
He traced her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Her femininity was arousing, as well as all the definition and muscles on her body. Her breasts were huge, and the sight of the bruised one made him angry. He must have been scowling as he stroked that nipple and lowered down to press soft kisses to it, because Brook cupped his cheek so he would look at her.
Their gazes locked and his dick grew harder, thicker as he lay between her legs.
“It will go away in no time. The alternative would have been worse. Kiss me, Kinchley. Make love to me, fuck me, whatever you want, just let go like you all asked me to,” she said, and he pressed his mouth to hers and it was on. He didn’t think, he just reacted.
Kinchley gripped her hips and ran his palms along her curves then up under her to her ass. He brought her lower on the edge so her ass and pussy were off the mattress, and he stroked a finger into her cunt from underneath her. He plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth in exploration while pumping into her cunt and feeling her juices flow. He felt needy, wild, and possessive and slid a finger from her cunt to smooth her cream over her asshole before pressing a finger up into her. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips and ass.
He could hardly catch his breath. Kinchley pulled his lips from her mouth and his fingers from her body.
“Kinchley!” she screamed and rocked her ass and pussy downward.
“I know. I fucking know it,” he said, aligned his cock with her pussy, and thrust right into her.
“Oh!” she cried out, tilting her head back, forcing her breasts forward, and he lowered his mouth to one, the un-bruised one, and thrust his cock into her cunt. He was relentless with his strokes and she grabbed onto his shoulders, he felt her fingernails dig into his skin, and she cried out her release.
“Mine! You’re fucking mine, Brook.” He grabbed her face and hair and lowered his mouth to hers again while rocking his hips into her cunt. With her ass and pussy off the bed, each stroke felt like he penetrated her so deeply, forcing his cock to explode in that moment. He moaned into her mouth, and when he released her lips, she hugged him and then grunted. He went to pull back, but she gripped him tight. “No. No don’t pull away. Oh God, Kinchley, that was crazy. Oh, so crazy,” she said and shivered. He slid his palm to her ass cheek, squeezed, then stroked her asshole.
He pulled back to hold her gaze as he slowly pushed a finger in.
“Together. Tonight, we take you together and bond us fully, you understand me? I want this ass.” He stroked her lips with his other finger and gripped her chin as he slowly pushed a finger into her asshole in and out. She moaned and lifted, her eyes glazing over.
“We’ll fill every hole tonight, woman. You’re perfect for us. Perfect.” He pressed his lips to hers then slowly pulled his finger from her asshole as he looked at Conan.
No words were exchanged, but he hoped his brother got his message loud and clear. Brook was their woman, too, now, and together they would give her the world and never hurt her or let her go. Not ever.
* * * *
Conan lay on his side next to Brook. He stroked her arm and brought his palm under her hair and neck as he whispered to her. “I don’t think going slow with you, with this relationship, is going to be so easy for me. We lost time, baby. So much fucking time.”
He kissed her lips and then pulled back, scooted closer so their bodies touched. He was in tune to everything. To his hardened cock, her incredible scent, the femininity, curves, and sexiness of her body and her youthfulness. She could have had several lovers in two years, hell, another man or men could have taken her from him and his brothers before they had this chance, but that wasn’t the case.
“I’ll never take you for granted, Brook. Never make you feel hurt, unappreciated, or second. Never.” He kissed her again and rolled her to her back, pressed between her legs and cupped her cheeks. He licked his lips and looked down at her bruised breast. “You deserve so much better. I know it, but I can’t let you go. Can’t be without you. I prayed for this chance, baby. I fucking begged for it, and I’m not going to fuck it up.”
She gripped his cheeks. “You sure the hell better not, because there won’t be another chance. This is it. It’s the biggest risk I will ever take in my life. Make love to me, Conan.”
He pressed his lips to hers and slowly began to nudge his cock into her tight folds. He was desperate, shaking with need, with desire he held for her, to have her again, to love her again as he slid the rest of the way in. They both moaned, and a tear fell from her eyes.
He held her gaze and wiped it with his thumb. “I love you, forever.” He pressed his mouth to hers and began to thrust into her faster, deeper. With every stroke, those deep feelings of loss, of fear of never loving Brook again, began to diminish. It would take many times making love to her, possessing her, and time as her lover to heal the wounds and the loss he felt, but right now, he was relieved. She was in his arms again. He was making love to Brook again, and the icing on the cake, the fact that aroused him even further and solidified that she was meant to be in his life, were his brothers sharing her, too. They found their woman, their lover and mate, and he would do whatever it took to keep her forever.
* * * *
Brook was emotional but content. She felt at peace, like this was right. She was blessed to be alive, to be cared for and claimed by these three charismatic, hardcore military men. Yes, they were older, but in the two years since she broke up with Conan, no man ever got her to the point of wanting to make love. She was willing and game for anything they wanted. As Conan thrust into her pussy, suckled her breast, and ca
rried on about her body, she let go and felt so much. Her body wanted more. She needed more and more. It was like the three of them opened some sort of secret place inside of her, and she countered his thrusts.
“More, Conan. I feel so much. I need,” she said and gripped onto him, ignoring the aches in her side and her breast. When he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, they locked gazes. He had his palm up under her hair and neck and brought her down to kiss her. The move causing her thighs to widen, and then she felt the tongue against her asshole. She pulled from Conan’s mouth.
“Oh God, please. Oh.”
“Together, baby. Together is the way it will be from here on out,” Kinchley said and caressed her hair as he held his cock in his hand. He was kneeling on the bed, and she knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too. To taste them, to devour all of them and anything they would give. A newfound energy and desire boiled up inside of her as she lowered her mouth to his cock and licked the tip.
“Fuck. Brook, don’t tease me, woman. I’m already there from watching your body rock, staring at that sexy ass knowing I’m going to fuck and claim it tonight, and hearing your soft purrs as my brothers make love to you. Suck me down good. Feel all we have to give you. You’re ours,” Kinchley told her and slid his cock into her mouth. She accepted him with a moan, closing her eyes. She sucked him up and down, and then jerked as Conan thrust up into her cunt and Kernan slid fingers into her asshole.
“She is wet and tight. I’m going in. Let’s claim her, bros. Together our woman forever,” Kernan said, and then she felt him move his fingers out and replace them with his cock. This was it. There was no turning back, and she was so aroused, so wet and needy, she came before his cock even penetrated her asshole. As he slid in, and she was already moaning and rocking her body, she felt the plop sensation, and then all three men exhaled.
“Holy fuck. Holy God, so tight. Brook, baby. Fuck. It’s too much,” Kernan said.
Smack.
Smack.
He spanked her ass, and she moaned.
“Jesus, Kernan. Brook!” Kinchley exclaimed and came in her mouth. She suckled and swallowed as fast as she could, letting his essence flow down her throat and fill her nostrils with his scent. She felt animalistic, carnal, like she owned them now like they owned her. He must have felt it, too, because as she released his cock Kinchley grabbed her cheeks and kissed her mouth. When he released her, she was dazed and then his brothers were thrusting into her asshole and her cunt faster and faster.
“Oh God. Oh!” she cried out and came.
Their hands were everywhere. On her shoulders, down her back. Conan was pinching her nipples with one hand and gripping her hips with the other. Kernan had a hand on her shoulder, gripping her there for support as he thrust into her ass harder and deeper until he grunted and roared, coming inside of her. He smacked her ass again, shocking her yet arousing her, and she lowered to Conan’s chest and kissed his mouth as Kernan slid out and kissed her back and her ass. In a flash, Conan rolled her to her back and thrust into her hard and deep, then gripped her hair and head between his forearms and came. He closed his eyes and shook, and she caressed his hair, absorbed the feel of his extra large, heavy body over her, and she hugged him tight.
“I never stopped loving you either, Conan. Never,” she whispered to him. He hugged her, rolled her to the side, and eased from her body. They lay like that for several minutes, until Kinchley returned from the bathroom and gave orders.
“Round two begins right now.”
Chapter 6
“We’re screwed!” Gill yelled as he rode in the passenger seat of the SUV heading out of town.
“Let’s cut our losses and get the fuck out. The feds are already at the other warehouse, and it won’t be long before they’re at the house,” Oakley said from the back seat. Perkins was driving, and Flounder was in the back, as well.
“How the fuck did this get so screwed up?” he asked.
“Those detectives from Sussex and Castings. That one female investigator, the hot one our inside guy told us about, followed Tiny and Scorpion somehow. Then of course the raid on the warehouse last night killed off several of our men. The word is that bitch did most of the kills,” Flounder told him.
“Who the fuck is she? No regular cop. A detective could do that?” he asked.
“We have bigger problems with Kev being caught in that raid as well as some of our main guys, too. They talk and we can forget staying in the States. We might as well grab the money and get the fuck out of the country,” Oakley said to him.
“It’s looking that way. They don’t seem to know about Burrens Drive. Flounder, contact your guy and see where the feds are at and what they’re onto. Let’s start to get some trucks to Burrens and get them out of town.”
“To go where, Gill?”
“Texas, and then Mexico. Pueblo will set us up with escorts at the border and then a safe place to stay,” Gill replied.
“So, we aren’t going to pull off the last two jobs?” Flounder asked.
“That all depends on your guy and the information he has. If we are clear in the next few days, then we do the hit in Mercy and then we head the fuck out fast,” Gill said, and they all agreed as Flounder made the call.
* * * *
Kernan stared at Brook’s body as she lay in bed naked, holding onto Kinchley, her ass and back exposed, as well as the bruising on her ribs. She was a damn goddess. A woman with such charisma, heart, character, and strength that he felt like he didn’t deserve her. It made him feel uneasy, and, of course, a bit worried about how she would handle any public display of their relationship. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Conan. He joined him by the bedroom door.
“She’s incredible. Young, sexy. What the fuck have we done, bro? Are we good enough for her?” he asked Conan.
Conan exhaled. “Probably not, but I plan on proving otherwise for the rest of our lives. I can’t lose her again, Kernan. It gives me confidence and faith that with you and Kinchley involved, and us sharing her, it will work out this time. That we’re meant to be together.”
“Making love to her together was life-altering. I’ve never felt so much,” he said and felt like a pussy admitting that. He ran his fingers through his hair and walked away from the doorway. Conan followed.
“Hey, it’s okay. I didn’t expect it, either. As much as I wanted you and Kinchley to meet Brook two years ago, I see the timing wasn’t right. I was feeling insecure myself. I fell for the stupid shit with Lisa and fucked things up with Brook. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I can’t imagine losing her now, or this failing because we’re too old for her or some shit.”
“What?” Kernan asked.
“You see the attention she gets. Every guy is drawn to her. She wins competitions, military ones. She is superb at whatever she sets her mind on, and she’s almost fifteen years younger than us. Fifteen! Yet I can’t live without her. I won’t give her up. Won’t let her out of our lives or to put up some kind of shield or resistance.”
“You need to be calm. All three of us do. This whole ménage thing, hell, a committed relationship to a woman is new. Add in her capabilities, her independence, and her fucking job and the risks she takes, and we could easily fuck things up if we’re over-protective.”
“God damn, we’re going to piss her off,” Conan said and looked at Kernan, who smirked.
“Kinchley, is going to piss her off big time. He won’t even let go of her right now. He’s not going to handle this well at all,” Kernan said, and Conan smiled and shook his head.
Then they heard Kinchley’s voice of concern and they hurried to the bedroom.
* * * *
The moment Brook blinked her eyes open, she felt the pain. Then came the warmth of a muscular body against hers, and a large, warm hand over her ass. It was an influx of emotions that had her inhaling Kinchley’s cologne and gripping him as she tried lifting up.
“Oh,” she moaned loudly. He tightened up.
“Let me get up. What time is it? I’m going to be late for work,” she rambled, trying to minimize the depth of the emotions she felt.
“No need to rush. I called in for both of us,” Conan said as he and Kernan came into the room, fully dressed and showered, if their wet hair was an indication. They came closer. Conan reached out and stroked her thigh.
“You in pain from making love, or the bruises?” he asked with great concern, but her mind was on Conan’s words. She narrowed her eyes at him as she adjusted her position, felt the bruising on her breast and ribs and fell back against Kinchley.
“Whoa, slow down and just relax,” Kinchley said and cupped her breast gently, stroked over the nipple making it tingle and her pussy spasm. She was losing her mind. He then ran his palm along her belly. Kernan climbed up onto the bed. He slid his palm from her calf and then up between her thighs as he lay down beside her. She was fully exposed to them, and she shivered.
“Back it up. Wait, you called into work for me? What the hell did you tell them? Jesus, Conan, this is your idea of going slow? Now they’ll know we slept together,” she rambled.
He narrowed his eyes at her as he stood at the edge of her bed.
“First of all, everyone will find out, eventually, that you’re our woman. Sooner than later if we have a say in it. Secondly, I told the sheriff that you texted and said you needed a little more time because of the aches and pains, and that you were going to check out another lead you were looking into when you couldn’t sleep last night. That you wouldn’t be in until later today. I told him I would be in later,” Conan said, and he looked insulted.
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