by D. L. Roan
Breezy swallowed back a moan when he reached into his underwear and freed his erection. Standing side by side, she had her first opportunity to compare. They were definitely identical twins.
“That’s too easy,” Connor argued. “I think she should give us both one, at the same time.”
Her stomach tightened and she shook her head. It had been a long time since she’d pleasured a man orally and she wasn’t even sure she was that good at it. She glanced at them again, realizing how thick they were. How would that work anyway?
“Come here, baby,” Connor ordered, holding out his hand. “You’ve got some serious making up to do, worrying us like that.”
She glanced at Carson, hoping for a little help, but his commanding gaze told her she’d find none with him. “Fine,” she sighed, crawling to the edge of the bed where they stood. “But I warn you, I’m probably not very good at this.”
“Oh, I have a feeling you’re going to be an expert by the time this is over, darlin’.” Carson caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes swirling with a wicked lust she’d never seen before.
He threaded his fingers through the hair at her temple and tightened them into a fist as he guided her head toward Connor, the sting to her scalp more invigorating than painful. “Open that mouth wide and suck him deep,” he ordered.
Connor held himself to her lips and Breezy swallowed nervously before she opened her mouth and slid her lips tentatively over the head of his penis. “Don’t be shy,” Carson said, nudging her head so she was forced to take more.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Connor groaned. She glanced up to see his head thrown back in ecstasy, the tendons in his neck stretched tight. His blissful reaction gave her the courage to experiment a little and she twirled her tongue around the rim of his tip as she pulled back, eliciting another guttural moan. Okay. Maybe she wasn’t as bad at this as she thought.
Carson’s grip loosened, throwing her a little off balance. She gripped Connor’s hip with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft with the other, moving it up and down in time with her mouth.
“That’s it,” Connor panted. “Just like that. Damn, Car, she’s fantastic.”
Connor cupped the sides of her head and guided her along his shaft, rolling his hips in time with her slow rhythm. Her own arousal awakened at the sight of the pleasure on his face and a hot throb began to pulse between her thighs.
“Look at the way she’s looking at you.” She glanced over to Carson and saw him gazing down at her, his eyelids half closed as he stroked himself.
Connor’s head tipped down and his hooded eyes opened. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he caressed her cheeks. “So fucking beautiful.”
“She’s fucking hot,” Carson said, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. “I’m beginning to feel neglected.”
Connor stilled her movements and slowly pulled out of her mouth. “Go give Carson some of that hot mouth of yours, baby.”
She looked up at Carson again to see that wicked glint in his eye.
“Come here, darlin’.” He threaded his fingers into her hair again and guided her to him. “I want to feel that soft skin of yours first.” He pressed the length of his penis against her cheek, the velvety tip caressing her skin as he drew it along her jaw, over her lips and around to the other side.
There was something so dirty and primal in the way he looked at her, as if he were marking her, making her insides quiver with anticipation. He bent his knees and touched the tip to the base of her throat, drawing it up along the column of her neck, over her chin and back to her lips.
“Open up,” he ordered with a mischievous wink.
She did as he asked and he filled her mouth, pushing all the way to the back of her throat. “Oh yeah,” he said, drawing his next breath through his gritted teeth. “Take all of me. That’s it.”
Her body tensed as she fought to breathe. Unlike Connor, there was no gentleness in Carson’s style. He was demanding and rough, and the part of her that wasn’t nervous about doing something wrong was intensely turned on by the difference.
She reached for his shaft, but Carson gripped her wrist and guided her hand to his thigh instead. “No hands,” he insisted. “For the next few minutes that smart mouth of yours belongs to me, and I intend to fuck it generously to show you how serious I am about you wandering off by yourself up here.”
Breezy’s eyes widened in alarm as both his hands fisted in the back of her hair. She gripped both his thighs and held on as his hips began a gentle thrust, the head of his long shaft bumping the back of her throat with every slow plunge.
“Relax your jaw, baby,” Connor coached her in a soothing voice. “You might be there a while.”
A helpless whimper surged from her throat, but she did as he advised. Relaxing her jaw, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on his rhythm.
“Good god! Do that again!” Carson cried out when she pressed her tongue against his shaft and wiggled it as best she could with what little space she had. She did it again and Carson’s rhythm faltered, his thighs trembled, inspiring a sense of triumph that she could bring him to such a state of surrender.
When she thought she had the upper hand, Connor nudged her knees apart and slid his head between them. “Damn, Car. Keep it up. She’s dripping wet.” He wrapped his arms around her thighs and drew her down onto his mouth. She nearly came unglued at the first touch of his fiery tongue.
“Mmm,” she moaned around Carson, unable to control the shudder that ran through her body as Connor’s tongue penetrated her.
“Fuck yes. Make her moan again,” Carson demanded, his grip on her hair tightening as his thrusts into her mouth deepened.
Connor grasped her thighs tighter, the tips of his fingers digging into her flesh as he pressed his mouth harder against her, his tongue probing deeper and deeper. Tears pooled in her eyes and her nose began to run, but she didn’t try to stop them. She couldn’t. She was impaled, pinned down by two pillars of hard masculine muscle as they ravaged her body, giving as much pleasure as they took.
“Do you understand how scared we were?”
Breezy opened her eyes to see Carson staring down at her in amusement. She nodded as best she could and hummed her agreement, playing the role of his remorseful subject.
“Are you going to do that again?” She closed her eyes and refused to answer, not sure she wanted their little game to end. Carson tightened his grip once more, forcing his cock to the back of her mouth again.
“Are you?” he demanded. She held out as long as she could, but finally gave in when her jaw began to cramp, humming her answer with a slight shake of her head.
She was throbbing and at her breaking point when Carson pulled out of her mouth and released her, spinning her around on her hands and knees. “Condom,” he said, pointing Connor in the direction of his bag.
Connor’s lips glistened in the lamplight, holding her gaze as he reached into the bag beside the bed and pulled out a strip of condoms and several packets of lube. “We came prepared this time,” he said, tearing off two condoms and tossing one to Carson.
On her hands and knees, Breezy’s arms and thighs shook as she waited, not knowing what was coming next but anticipating their possession of her body with every fiber of her being.
She tensed when Carson’s hands slid over her backside, his fingers grasping her hips with a purposeful grip and positioning her where he wanted her. “You make me crazy. You know that?” He bent over and trailed a line of sensual kisses down her spine, tickling her tailbone with his tongue when he reached the end.
The bed dipped in front of her and she looked up to find Connor kneeling, the head of his penis poised in front of her lips. “Is she ready, Car?” he asked over her shoulder.
Carson slipped his fingers inside her opening and pumped them a few times before he positioned himself behind her. “She’s more than ready.”
Connor tapped her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him inside as C
arson thrust forward, penetrating her from behind with a single stroke until his hips met her backside. Oh, God. She wouldn’t survive this.
She fed off their panted breaths and broken sighs, knowing that she was pleasuring them both beyond words. Connor caressed her cheeks and stroked her hair, mumbling unintelligible chants as she licked and sucked, twirling her tongue the way he liked. Carson’s hands kneaded her hips and stroked her back as he pumped inside her, his fingers teasing her rear entrance, making her tense and squeeze him harder.
“I want her ass this time, bro,” Connor said, his voice strained with pleasure.
“I know.” Carson chuckled and gave her backside a playful slap. “I’m only getting her ready for you.”
A cold dollop of lube landed at the base of her spine, sending her last breath whooshing through her nostrils.
“Relax, darlin’. I’m going to stretch you for Con.” Carson pressed his finger against her rear entrance and her entire body turned to liquid fire. Connor’s hips slowed, giving her a minute to adjust, but only a minute. Together they worked her over; Connor gliding himself in and out of her mouth as Carson thrust inside her pussy, his fingers penetrating and stretching her rear hole.
It was too much and not enough all at the same time. The burning, the fullness, the ache in her neck and jaw, all mingled with Connor’s taste on her tongue, the throbbing in her pelvis and the naughty visions of what they were doing to her. She couldn’t keep up!
She sent Connor a pleading glance and he quickly pulled out. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes.” Her head dropped, her breaths reduced to moans and short pants. “Now, please.”
“She’s ready for you,” Carson said, withdrawing completely from her, leaving her feeling empty and exhausted. He moved to the head of the bed and Connor shifted behind her. She knew what was coming next. She’d never wanted anything more in her life.
“Come here.” Carson held out his hand and she took it. He guided her leg over his hips and seated her astride him as he had earlier. Her thighs quivered as she rose and took him inside her once again.
She splayed her fingers wide across his firm chest, riding him, feeling him deep inside her. He cupped her breasts, his grip sure and rough, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples into hard, sensitive points, sending shards of electricity to her pelvis. Her rhythm faltered. Carson drew her down, crushing her lips against his in a deep, searing kiss.
Heat enveloped her body as Connor draped himself over her back. Her skin tingled when his lips touched her, kissing her neck, and then her shoulder. “You’ve changed us forever,” he whispered in her ear. “You will always be a part of us.”
An ache built in her chest as Connor pressed against her rear. The burning sensation she’d felt before was nonexistent as he slipped inside her with ease, filling her deep and fast, profoundly completing her.
“Fucking tight,” Connor groaned and pumped inside her.
“Mmm, unbelievable,” Carson hummed, his hips flexing, their bodies undulating above and below her.
She pushed up with her arms, tipping her head back to search out Connor’s mouth. He leaned over her shoulder and captured her lips, his tongue sliding deep alongside hers as he thrust against her again. She tilted her hips, pressing back against them in search of more, holding them deep inside her, squeezing them as tight as she could.
Connor broke their kiss, throwing his head back with a long, low groan. Carson cupped her cheeks and pulled her down to him, crushing his lips to hers. Her mouth opened and an unexpected sob broke free. Tears streamed down her face and mingled with Carson’s kiss. She loved them so deeply, so completely.
“Shh.” Carson framed her face and tilted her head up to look at him. “Are you hurting?” he asked his eyes searching hers as his thumbs collected her tears.
“No.” She tried to dispel her emotions, but the harder she tried the more she cried. “I’m so unbelievably happy.”
Carson smiled the kind of smile that reached his eyes. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered against her lips. “I am too, darlin’. I’ve never been this happy.”
Connor moved over her, in her, and around her. Carson breathed the air she breathed, cradling her body as he surged inside her. She was surrounded and possessed by the two men she loved, the men who had, and always would be, two equal halves of her whole heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“I am not wearing it and that’s final.” Breezy snatched the yellow bikini they’d found in her car from Connor’s hand and tossed it onto her bed.
Carson picked it up and knelt in front of her, clutching it between his begging hands as he followed her around the room on his knees. “Pleeeease,” he begged. “Just try it on. You don’t have to wear it to the creek, but let us see it on you.”
“It’s ridiculous!” Breezy argued. She should have thrown the darn thing away the second she left the store. “I didn’t even mean to buy it.”
Carson rolled his eyes. “You accidently bought a thong bikini with our faces on it?”
“Yes,” she huffed and sank down on the edge of the mattress. “It was my first day back and I was nervous. I knocked a bunch of bobbleheads off the shelf and I forgot to hang it back up before I went to check out. And then Jonah was there and we started talking—”
“They have bobbleheads?” Connor asked. “Of us?”
“Ugh, yes.”
“Cool!” Connor chuckled. “I’ll have to go by there and check them out.”
She tried to ignore Carson’s antics. She’d never seen two grown men act so juvenile over a scrap of spandex. When she finally looked down, he stuck out his bottom lip, batted his eyelashes a few times. “Please?”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Okay, I’ll try it on.” She snatched it from his hands and slid off the bed, giving Carson an eye roll of her own when he raised his arms in triumph. “But I’m not wearing it to the creek,” she said as she closed the closet door.
“Yes!” Carson’s excited whisper was followed by what sounded like the typical male-macho high five celebration.
She peeled off the shorts and tank top she planned to wear to the family picnic, her fingers fumbling the hanger until everything was a tangled mess by the time she managed to get the bikini free.
“You owe me!” she shouted through the door as she pulled at the strings until they were untangled enough to figure out what went where. After a few frustrating tries, she finally got everything into place—including the thong part—and tied a half-knot in the top strings.
Here goes nothing. She took a deep breath and opened the closet door. Connor and Carson gravitated to the center of the room, waiting and watching for her to come out. Oh for goodness sake. They’d seen her naked!
She marched out of the closet, did a quick three-sixty and then turned around to march back in.
“Whoa! Where you going?” Connor snagged her wrist and pulled her back.
She glared at the floor, her cheeks flashing hot. When they didn’t say anything else, she glanced up through her lashes to find them both staring at her slack-jawed. She raised her head in time to see Carson timber over like a tree onto the mattress.
“Drama queen,” she mumbled and bolted back to the closet.
“Oh, darlin’, please don’t take it off!” Carson shouted through the door. “Wear it under your shorts and shirt. No one will know it’s there but us, and we can fantasize all day about peeling it off you!”
Already halfway undressed, her hands froze as she pulled at the knot on the top ties. That could be fun. Torturing them would serve them right. She pulled the thong back on and re-secured the tie on the top, pulling her tank top and shorts on over them before she stuffed her bare feet into her tennis shoes and shoved open the door.
Carson snatched her up as soon as she was out and kissed her hard, his hand snaking beneath her shirt. It took her a second before she realized what he was searching for and she gave him an incredulous shove.
“I’m w
earing it!” She ran her finger down the middle of his chest. “And I’m going to remind you of it every chance I get,” she told him, punctuating the last part of her threat with a slow caress to the already growing bulge in his shorts.
“Great idea, Car,” Connor scoffed, adjusting himself in his swimming trunks. “This is a family picnic, you know. Mom will be there.”
The entire family was there by the time they made it down to the creek bank. Blankets and quilts of every color were spread out over the golden grass, each one peppered with towels and discarded shoes.
A long picnic table she’d never seen before sat in the shade of a sprawling cottonwood tree. Hazel, Jake and Nate sat on one side with Joe nestled in a cushioned patio lounger at the end.
“There’s that slave driving therapist of mine!” he grumbled as she approached, his signature sarcasm revealing his good spirits.
“I warned you, honey,” Hazel said. “He was just charming you in the beginning, hoping you’d go easy on him.”
She laughed at that, leaning down to give both Hazel and Joe a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ve got his number,” she teased. “He’s not the first old coot to try to charm their way to health. It never works.”
Nate and Jake bellowed out in joint fits of laughter. “I like her, boys,” Jake chuckled. “I hope you’re keeping her.”
“I don’t know,” Nate said. “I didn’t get one of those kisses.”
Breezy blushed, but rounded the table and gave both Nate and Jake a quick peck, taking notice of the intricate carvings on the top of the picnic table. “That’s beautiful,” she said, reaching out to trace the swirling lines with the pad of her finger.
“It’s the family tree. Jake carved it,” Hazel explained, motioning for her husbands to move their drinks so she could see it. Once everything was cleared away, the carving came into focus. It was astounding.
“See?” Hazel pointed to the names. She and her three husbands’ names were carved into the trunk like you would see in a classical movie, the four names surrounded by a heart. Their sons and Gabby’s names were carved at the top of the tree, intertwined with delicate branches and twigs, each one connected by scrolling vines. Below them were each of their children’s names, Connor and Carson’s first, followed by Jonah, Dani and Cory’s.