by Marie Carnay
He stepped closer, blue eyes as vibrant as the desert sky. “I want you to be a part of this. I want your photo up on these walls. I want our children to grow up with desert dirt between their toes and wide open spaces to run.”
She swallowed. “What about Trenton?”
“I think there’s room enough in this house for three of us.”
Willa glanced up and the sight stole her breath. Trenton stood inside the open door, wearing nothing but shorts and a T-shirt, bare feet flexing on the clay tile.
“You’re here.”
“I am. And I’m sorry.” He closed the gap between them and Willa steeled herself. “I made a terrible mistake, Willa. I used our money to buy your time and I didn’t think about the consequences.”
“No, you didn’t.”
Trenton scrubbed at his hair. From the rumpled T-shirt to the scruff on his jaw, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The bruise on his cheek had purpled and spread up below his eye and scabs still covered his knuckles. Wow.
He waved at the photos. “I forgot what’s important. It’s not the money or the casinos. It’s this, right here. It’s family.”
“You and Hank.”
“No. Me and Hank and you.” Trenton reached for her and she let him take her hands. “I love you, Willa Gordon. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he talked right over her.
“I know it’s been a whirlwind and I know I almost ruined everything. But Hank is right. Your picture should be up on these walls. Our kids should grow up climbing the tree out front.”
“What about what I want?”
Trenton squeezed her hands. “Whatever it is, I’ll support you. You want a studio to create your amazing jewelry, then we’ll build it. You want to travel the world and never sleep in the same place twice, we’ll be by your side.”
“You promise you won’t take over or make my decisions for me?”
“Never again.” He crossed his heart with his finger.
“We’re partners, the three of us, Willa. Equals.” Hank’s voice quivered and Willa reached for him.
She held both Beauchamp brothers’ hands, Trenton in her right and Hank in her left. Two halves of the same family. Two men who stared at her like she’d made the sun and the moon and all the stars in the night sky.
Visions of a new collection swam in her head, the stars of the desert, with bits of hammered gold wrapped around tiny, flawless diamonds. Something she never could make before. Something Hank and Trenton could help her create.
She’d walked out on Mark because she was tired of being told what to do and where to go. But Hank and Trenton weren’t offering her a repeat.
They were offering a chance to go on a journey together; hand, in hand, in hand.
She smiled. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d want to settle down in a villa in the middle of Nevada, miles from anywhere. But staring into the eyes of the two men she loved, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
Squeezing their hands, she took a deep breath and jumped into her future. “I love you both, more than I can say.”
Chapter 23
WILLA
Hank reached for her, his lips soft but needy as they landed on her own. She kissed him with certainty and happiness, her fingers running over his mussed up hair as Trenton wrapped his arms around her waist.
She’d been a fool to doubt their love for her or the feelings the Beauchamp brothers fostered inside her. Nothing that filled up her heart and turned her on and brought her fantasies to life could ever be wrong.
They might not be conventional, but Hank and Trenton were hers. Forever.
Before she knew it, they were bumping down the hall, hands and lips and tongues all blurring together into a wave of bliss. Every step brought another kiss from Hank, every doorway a chance for Trenton to run his hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
They stumbled into a bedroom and Willa let the last of her worries go. She’d wallowed that entire morning over the end of the trip, the end of their relationship, the hopelessness of the future.
But now, instead of a barren apartment and tray full of jewelry, she was surrounded. Thick arms wrapped her up, a strong chest bumped into hers. Hank and Trenton wanted her in their bed and in their life for more than just a Vegas fling. They wanted her to stay.
Willa kicked off her shoes and Trenton tugged his shirt over his head as Hank threw his jacket on the floor. The lights dimmed, the curtains closed, and gone was the desert sun and the world outside. All that was left was the three of them. Together.
She reached for Hank and tugged at the waist of his pants. The charcoal wool resisted, stuck on the button. Willa almost groaned. Those pants were coming off.
“Here. Let me help.”
She bit her lip as Hank took over, unbuttoning before sliding the zipper down. With the dim light filtering in around the curtains, Willa stared. His legs came into view beneath the tails of his shirt and before Willa could say a word, the shirt disappeared.
Damn. She’d never get tired of the view. Broad chest, abs rippling as Hank’s muscles contracted, waist she wanted to wrap her arms around. And that cock. Mmm. Her muscles clenched in anticipation.
“Don’t forget about me.” Willa sucked in a breath as Trenton slid up behind. His hands snaked up her legs and Willa struggled to stand still. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips fell open and Trenton’s hands roved higher. Over hips and panties. Stomach and belly button. Trenton cupped her breasts as Hank stared.
Damn. One man in front of her, built and sexy. Another behind her, driving her wild. If she’d walked away from the Beauchamp brothers, she’d have never felt this again. Two bodies crushed against her. Thick cocks eager to fill her up. She reached out and Hank closed the distance between them.
Yes. Her hands raced over his tight muscles and smooth skin and Willa smiled.
Hank and Trenton loved her. They wanted her to stay and to support her in anything she set out to do. It was all too much and not enough.
Hank ran his hands up her arms as Trenton found the zipper on her dress. It opened in a whoosh and then it was gone, cascading down to the floor as Trenton’s fingers landed on the clasp to her bra.
It opened with a pop and Hank tugged the white lace free, peeling it off her shoulders until her breasts sprang free. They bobbed in the air and Hank bent down, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he stared up at her.
God, these men.
Trenton’s fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and in seconds, the matching lace landed in a whoosh on the floor. He stepped back and she could hear the admiration in his voice. “You’re so beautiful, Willa.”
She blushed in the soft light. “It’s Wilhelmina.”
Hank stood up, his lips smacking as they pulled off her breast. “What?”
“My first name. It’s Wilhelmina. But everyone calls me Willa.”
He smiled and leaned in, lips brushing against hers as Trenton stroked her bare ass.
“Pleased to meet you, Wilhelmina.” Hank kissed her again, tongue thrusting past her lips to lap against her teeth.
Trenton’s shirt brushed her back as he took it off, the sound of his shorts unzipping a quick follow.
Hank drew her closer as his brother stripped, his cock pressing into her belly, hard and eager. Willa throbbed.
Vegas could have been a million miles away. No lights, no glitter, or gold. No noisy slots and eager gamblers.
Just Willa and the men she loved. Hank trailed kisses down her neck before plumping her breast in his hand. He bounced her ample flesh, bobbing her nipple up and down before he caught it between his lips. As Hank sucked and rolled his tongue across her sensitive flesh, Trenton closed in.
His hands landed hot on her hips, heavy as he stroked her skin from thighs to ass. Oh! Willa’s core clenched and a shock of wetness spread across her thighs. She needed them. All over her. Inside her. Making her come.
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p; Trenton pressed close behind, snaking his hands around her body to cup her breasts. Hank’s tongue slipped over Trenton’s fingers and the pair of them worked her breasts. Trenton lifting and pinching and stroking her nipples. Hank sucking each one into his mouth and rolling the hard nubs around his tongue.
Willa gasped and shut her eyes. All she could do was hold on. Her fingers bumped over Hank’s short hair and he pulled back with a wet smack. “I’ll never get enough of you, Willa. Never.”
“That makes two of us.” Trenton’s lips were hot on her ear as he wrapped an arm around her middle.
Before Willa could say a word, Trenton dragged her backward toward the bed. They both landed with a bounce on the mattress, his cock ramrod straight and hard against her ass.
Hank followed, a wicked smile on his lips as he fell to his knees. He grabbed her by the ankles and pushed her legs up, forcing her knees to bend.
“Wait! What—”
“Shh. Relax. Trenton, hold her legs, keep her from falling.”
Trenton grinned against her cheek and grabbed her shins, pinning her against his body on the edge of the mattress. The rumble in his throat sent a shiver through her body. “She’s not going anywhere.”
Willa’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as Hank dove in between her legs.
HANK
Fuck. Trenton’s arms held Willa in a vise and it took all of Hank self-control not to slam himself home. Her pussy shone in slick juices—already swollen and begging for his cock. But he wanted to wreck her. Draw every last orgasm out of Willa’s body until she collapsed. Exhausted and worn out and confident they loved her.
No doubts. No fear. No what ifs. He was going to prove his love to her all over that bedroom.
Kissing his way down her open legs, inch by inch, he watched as Willa’s breath came faster and faster, breasts rising and falling as Trenton held her still. Her whole pussy opened up to him. Swollen lips. Clit plump and needy nestled in its little hood, begging for him.
Hank licked, wide and slow, and Willa arched against his brother, raising her hands to grab on to Trenton’s neck. Her arms wrapped around him and Hank grinned. They fit together so well. He crept closer, spreading her wider, opening her body as he licked her harder.
Thrusting inside her slick channel, he fucked her with his tongue. The woman he and Trenton thought they’d lost. The woman he wanted forever. She trembled and her muscles clenched around him. Damn. He could do this all night.
With slow, gentle strokes, Hank built into a steady rhythm that had Willa panting and shaking above him. She cried out in short tiny gasps as she bucked her hips and Trenton gripped her harder. His fingers splayed against her thigh and Hank picked up speed.
He’d never get tired of taking her over the edge with Trenton behind her. Of making her come with his tongue and fingers and cock. He growled into her heat, drawing her clit into his mouth and sucking. The motion sent her over, spiraling into an orgasm that shook her whole body.
Willa’s thighs trembled against him and her fingers jumped across his head, but he didn’t stop. Over and over he licked her, prolonging her orgasm and making her cry out.
“Please. I can’t—” She swayed and Trenton released her legs. She fell against Hank, resting her head on his shoulder and forcing him away from her spasming pussy.
He loved it when she came apart. Wrecked and uninhibited. The strong and beautiful woman who feared nothing and felt everything. The woman he wanted wrapped up in his and Trenton’s arms all night, every night.
He smiled as he pressed up to stand. They’d never lose her again. She was theirs, forever.
Hank glanced up at Trenton and he couldn’t hide the swell of pride that filled him at the sight. Willa between them, reaching out to grip Hank’s thighs as Trenton stroked her ass.
Fuck, yes. This was better than anything. Trenton ground against Willa, hoisting her hips up to rub his dick through her folds. Hank bit his cheek as he watched, his own cock hard and eager.
Over and over Trenton stroked her with his solid shaft, coating himself in her juices, brushing her tender clit until she whimpered in need.
Hank reached down and brushed her hair off her neck. He bent to kiss her, tasting her sweat-tinged skin and smelling the faint sweetness of her perfume. Mmm. He licked her earlobe and she cried out, digging her nails into his hips and bucking her hips against Trenton.
She wanted to be fucked. Needed it. Hank reached around to cup her face under the chin. Willa opened her eyes and looked up as he pulled her head down to his crotch. His cock bumped against her lips. “I know what you want. And you’ll get it. Right, Trenton?”
Trenton tugged her back again and Willa’s mouth fell open on a groan. Hank’s tip slipped past her plump lips and he ground his teeth to keep from coming.
Her tongue rolled over and around, lapping at his ridge, swirling around the crown. God. Hank reached down and collected her hair, pulling it off her face and holding it back as she took him deeper.
He looked up at Trenton. “Fuck her. Hard. She needs it.”
TRENTON
Hell. They’d never been together like this. Something about almost losing Willa turned them into animals.
Hank grunted as his fingers twisted in Willa’s hair and Trenton steadied himself, so damn ready to sink inside her.
He leaned over to tug open the bedside table before fishing out a condom. “Tell me you’re ready.”
Willa moaned her agreement around Hank’s shaft as she blew him and Trenton grinned. “Then hold on.”
He pulled back and sunk into her in a single thrust, cutting through her wet heat until he’d buried himself to the hilt. Her body spasmed and her arms flailed, hands slapping against Hank’s legs as she struggled to take them both.
Damn, he’d never get tired of this. The way she opened up to them both, the way she fit between them like she’d always been there. Trenton knew he loved her the minute she walked into that high roller suite looking like a goddess.
But this right here was more than love or sex. It was fucking magic. A damned X-rated movie moment he wanted to capture and never let go. Trenton dug his fingers into Willa’s hips as she bobbed on Hank’s dick, grinding his own cock deeper inside her pussy.
She moaned and trembled as he picked up speed, shoving her mouth down the length of Hank’s shaft as his brother groaned. Oh, God. She was divine. He pumped again and Willa cried out, muffled from spit and cock and sex, but Trenton felt it.
Her muscles clamped around him, her thighs shook and Willa came. No finger on her clit, no tongue driving her wild. Just their cocks deep inside her.
A shiver ran through her, all the way to her fingertips that jerked against Hank’s skin. Trenton groaned as she trembled between them. Willa was theirs in every way.
WILLA
Oh my God. Never in her life has she come from sex. But Hank and Trenton had brought her to a screaming orgasm from just that. She was surrounded and controlled and owned by their bodies.
Too much and not enough all at once.
As she came down from her high, Hank stepped back. His cock popping from her mouth with a smack before bouncing in the air, still slick and shining from her spit. “Willa, I—”
She reached for his hands and he pulled her toward him. Trenton let her go and she eased off him, reeling from the loss of his shaft inside her. Willa knew what she wanted. She’d known it since the minute she’d walked into that bedroom.
Hank and Trenton weren’t there just to make her come. They were there to fill her up and make her see stars. She tugged Hank toward her, and shoved him onto the bed before fishing a condom from the table. She tossed it on his chest and climbed on top, legs stradling his hips as he tore the foil.
“I want you both to fuck me.” Willa turned to find Trenton watching her, his cock still hard and eager. “At the same time.”
“You’re sure?”
Willa nodded. “Very.” She’d come twice and it wasn’t nearly enough. She ne
eded them to drive her to exhaustion and beyond. To wring every last orgasm from her body until she collapsed.
Hank leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “Then you’ll have us.” He guided her hips, easing her body down until his tip pressed at her entrance. Thick and wide and so unlike Trenton. Willa lowered her body, one hand on Hank’s chest, one on his shoulder, and…
Oh, yes.
His shaft stretched and filled her and he thrust up. The force cut off her breath and the pump of his hips had her reeling. The mattress dipped and Trenton came up behind, knees straddling Hank’s legs and nestling in close.
Her two men. One below her, one behind her. About to send fireworks through her body. She tensed and Trenton kissed her shoulder. “Relax, Willa. I’ll go slow.”
She nodded and a rush of warmth flowed down the crack of her ass. Liquid and slick, the lube slipped and dripped and Willa exhaled in anticipation. Trenton kissed her again, lips soft and gentle on her bare skin as his fingers slid over the tight, puckered ring of her ass.
He circled, rubbing his fingers around and around. Do it. Please. Hank bucked up into her and Trenton pressed. First one and then a second finger against her, harder and harder until they slipped inside. A ring of heat and almost-pain flared and she crushed against Hank.
His hands stroked her and his cock massaged her as he thrust inside her pussy slow and easy. With Hank below her, urging her on, stoking the fire, Willa relaxed.
Trenton’s fingers slipped in and out. Pressing deeper, opening wider, turning the burn and the tension into pleasure and desperate need. Willa groaned. “I’m ready.”
He smiled against her shoulder and kissed her again. “You’re sure?”
She groaned louder. “So. Very. Sure.”
With a quick move, his fingers were gone and his cock was in their place—pressing against her opening, stretching and filling. Willa grabbed onto Hank, wrapping her fingers around his arms as Trenton took her. A wave of pleasure washed over her and his hips grazed her ass.