Christ! Did he really want all of that?
Yes.
There were few things in his life he’d ever been wholeheartedly certain about. Wanting and knowing he could become a US Navy SEAL was one of them. The love clamping like a vise around his heart for Lara was another.
“I’m sorry John and I didn’t tell you sooner that we knew about Taggart and what he’s been doing to you,” he finally said.
She lifted a shoulder as if it were no big deal. “Like I said, it’s over now. Neither of us has to worry about him anymore.”
Something was different about her. It wasn’t the same something he’d noticed when he and John had showed up at her cottage before the three of them had gone to Ménage a Drink. This something had taken the light from her eyes, the energy from her voice, and the life from her movements.
He studied her as she walked past him to the still-open back door and closed it. He jutted an arm out when she attempted to move past him again, caught her waist, and reeled her in against his body.
Her hands instantly went to the front of his shoulders, her palms pushing at him. “Brandon, don’t. Please. Let me go.”
“Not a chance.” He felt her go limp in his embrace as her head fell back and she closed her eyes. “Talk to me, Lara. Did Taggart do something to you before Bob got to him? Did he hurt you?”
She lifted her head and he swore he saw tears glistening in her eyes before she blinked them away. “I’m fine. He didn’t touch me. I already told you what it was all about.”
Actually, Bob had told John while the rest of them stood back and listened after John slapped the cuffs on Taggart. Bob had heard everything from his place outside the door while he waited to make his move.
“Are you angry with me now because I didn’t get to Taggart first?” It was the only thing that made sense in his mind.
She expelled a half laugh that held absolutely no humor. “Are all Navy SEALs so thickheaded?”
Come to think of it, yeah, most of them were, but Brandon wasn’t quite sure why she was calling him thickheaded now. He drew his brows together as he gazed at her. “I thought you said I was sweet?”
“I thought you were.” She looked away at that and he saw her throat work as she swallowed.
The fear in him took on an all-new strength. “What did I do to change that?” He let her go when she pushed at his shoulders this time and waited for her to answer.
She turned her back on him again, paced a few steps, and then pivoted around to look at him. “You and John, you…you…made me think and feel things that weren’t real. You came here to protect me from Harold at Marcus’s request. John was just doing his job. Both of you stayed by me and made sure Harold didn’t get to me, at least until this afternoon, and you made me think…” She stopped and shook her head. “Forget it.”
“You think we used you?” Brandon couldn’t believe what she was saying. Christ, didn’t she know how he felt about her and how John felt about her, too? “You think because Marcus and Kenneth asked us to look out for you that we just decided to take the opportunity and fuck you, too?”
“Didn’t you?” She half screamed and half choked out the question.
“Lara, God, no.” Brandon closed the distance she’d put between them and pulled her against him again. She’d gone so stiff it was like holding onto a two-by-four. “I’ve been crazy about you since the moment I opened the door of that hut in Cambodia and shined my flashlight over your beautiful face. I’ve spent the last four years wanting you, wishing I could have you, and needing to get close to you again.” He was certain her eyes filled with tears this time and she didn’t try to blink them away as she stared at him.
“You have?” Her voice cracked and a single tear slid down her cheek as she slowly relaxed in his embrace.
Brandon brushed it away with the pad of his thumb and cupped the side of her face in his palm. “I have. John has, too. We were ready to fight over you. Neither of us was willing to let you walk away this time. John suggested from the start that we could share you, but I didn’t know if I could do it.”
She sniffed. “You haven’t seemed to have any problems with it so far.”
Brandon smiled. “Believe me, no one is more surprised by that than I am. See, the thing is, I know I couldn’t share you with anyone except John.”
“But he’s your best friend,” she guessed.
“Calling him my best friend is putting it mildly, but there really isn’t another term for it. So, yes, he’s my best friend. I can watch the two of you together and be okay with it because I know he feels the same way about you that I do.” He wasn’t getting this right. He could see she didn’t quite understand and he had to figure out the correct words so it would make sense to her. “I’ve never been in love, Lara. I’ve never let myself get that close to a woman because I knew I couldn’t stick around. I’m gone…a lot. Being a SEAL is a part of me. It’s who I am. I won’t give it up until I get too old and they force me out of the teams.”
She shook her head. “I would never expect you to leave the SEALs.”
“I know, but I would never expect you to sit and wait for weeks, months, or, hell, sometimes it’s longer than that before I come home.”
“I would, you know?”
A lump formed in his throat when she said that and he had to clear it before he could go on. “That’s one thing I realized the first time I watched John kiss you. After I got over being jealous and pissed as hell at him,” he added and she let out a watery laugh. “I won’t be leaving you alone when I’m gone. You’ll be with John, a man who loves you just as much as I do.”
“You really love me?”
He rested his forehead to hers and gazed deeply into her eyes, wanting to make sure she saw the truth of his words in his eyes when he said them. “With all my heart and soul.”
* * * *
Brandon kissed her more gently than he ever had before and Lara couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks. He loved her. He said John loved her, too. She’d been so wrong about both of them, about everything.
She melted in his arms, losing herself in the kiss, and felt more right that she’d ever felt in her life. She sensed the warm presence behind her a nanosecond before John’s body pressed against her back and he nuzzled his lips against her ear.
“So do I, Lara. I love you, too.”
Brandon broke the kiss and stared up at John. “Dude, I didn’t even hear you come in.”
Lara turned her head to see John’s lips unfold in a wide grin.
“You shouldn’t have. You were paying to attention to the only thing that mattered.” John’s arms snaked around her waist just below Brandon’s and he squeezed.
“Harold?” She made her stalker’s name a question as she gazed at John.
“He’s locked up. He’s not going anywhere. I put one of my deputies on duty through the night just to be certain.”
“What’s going to happen to him?” She had to ask even though she didn’t really care. As long as he stayed locked up, he wouldn’t be bothering her again.
John chuckled softly. “Would you believe I’m not really sure? This is the first time we’ve had something like this happen on the island. I’ve booked him on everything I can from harassment to aggravated assault. The Winters pretty much set the law on this land. It’ll be up to them how we handle it from here. My guess is that courthouse I told you hadn’t been used yet will soon see its first trial.”
Lara frowned. “Leave it to me to bring big trouble to the island.”
“Don’t worry about a thing.” John turned his statement into a song when he continued with the lyrics to Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds.”
Lara grinned. She knew the lyrics to that one and joined in.
“Ugg,” Brandon groaned and Lara looked at him in time to see him throwing back his head. “Now I have to tell you both to cut it out.”
Lara delved the fingers of one hand in the back of Brandon’s hair and reached behin
d her to cup John’s nape with her other hand. “I’ll stop singing if you make love to me. Both of you. Together,” she added, putting extra emphasis on the last word.
“Your place or mine?” John asked, but didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Before you say anything, let me tell you that’s the last time I’ll ever ask that question because you’ll be moving in with me tonight.”
Well, now. He didn’t ask her that, either. He told her. Not that she had any intentions at all in arguing. “Then my answer will be my place.” She shrugged. “The bed might as well get used once before I turn the cottage back over to Kenneth, don’t you think?”
The men chuckled and eased away from her. Brandon laced his fingers together with hers on her right hand and John took her left as they led her to the bedroom. Both of them stopped short at the sight of her packed luggage on the bed.
John gave her left hand a quick jerk, drawing her attention to him. “You were leaving?”
She smiled up at him, hoping to mollify his surprise. “I got the wrong idea in my head. It was stupid of me and I’m sorry. Believe it or not, Harold showing up when he did turned out to be a good thing.”
Brandon released her right hand and set to cleaning off the bed. “It’s a long story, man. We’ll tell you about it later.” He set the luggage by the wall, turned back to the bed, and started to pull down the covers when he stopped. A strange expression overtook his face as stared at something still on the bed. He picked it up and held it out as he turned to Lara.
Lara’s free hand flew over her mouth at the sight of the largest butt plug she’d never taken out of the package. She’d meant to throw it away as she had done with the other one, but hadn’t gotten to it before Harold had showed up at the back door.
“Lara, sweetheart,” Brandon started slowly. “Baby, do you want to tell me why you have a butt plug laying on your bed?”
Her cheeks flamed. She didn’t think she’d ever been more embarrassed in her life. She’d been prepared to tell him. She’d even rehearsed how she’d tell him, but him finding it on his own was totally mortifying.
He walked toward her, still holding the package. “It’s okay. You can tell me. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”
“I bought it for you,” she admitted and then giggled when his eyes got a funny look in them. “Not to use on you, silly. To make myself ready for you.” Suddenly uncertain, she swallowed hard. “It’s what you said you wanted to do, isn’t it? John told you I wasn’t ready. I wanted to be ready. I went to Divine Playthings this morning when I was exploring the island and I bought that. There’s two of them. The one I used today was smaller.”
The intense carnal hunger that filled his eyes at that nearly made her come on the spot. “You used one today?”
She nodded and chewed her bottom lip. “I put it in the way Michaela told me to and then I left it there for a couple of hours. I was, um, wearing it when the three of us went to Ménage a Drink this afternoon.”
“You were,” John said, angling his head to look down at her at the same time Brandon closed his eyes and moaned, “Dear God.”
Brandon opened his eyes and seemed to search her face with his gaze. “You have no idea what hearing that does to me. Knowing you were sitting at that table with a plug in your tight little ass for me… I knew there was something different about you when you opened the door to the cottage. Christ, I never dreamed it was that.”
“I know you said you would prepare me, but I wanted to see if I liked it on my own first.”
“And did you?”
“Very much.” Her words came out breathier than she’d intended and she blushed again.
“Can I try this one inside you tonight or the small one again? Hell, I don’t care which one.”
“I would rather feel you inside me.” She squeezed John’s hand to include him, too. “I want to make love the way the two of you said we would, the three of us together with both of you inside me.”
Brandon tossed the package over his shoulder and reached for her.
Lara went into his arms laughing, but the sound quickly turned to a moan as his hands pushed beneath her tank top and skimmed her flesh as he pulled the shirt up and over her head. John’s arms came around her from behind and he made quick work of getting her out of her shorts and panties. She aided them by toeing off her sandals and kicking them aside.
Their hands left her only long enough to remove their clothes and then returned to roam freely over her body. One of Brandon’s hands slipped beneath the back of her hair to cup her nape and he turned her head toward him.
Lara swallowed, suddenly unable to speak around the desire lodged in her throat. Lucky for her, she didn't have to say a word. He captured her mouth in a kiss that was sweetly demanding. He tasted of needs, arousal, and love. It was a mind-altering kiss, a soul-touching kiss, and she gave herself to it mind, body, heart. Then he changed the angle of the kiss, pulling back slightly as John slanted his head over and joined them, his tongue meeting theirs and ramping the heat factor to an all new high.
Somehow, they managed to continue the kiss as they walked her to the bed and slowly laid her down. Hands, she couldn't tell whose, covered her breast, glided over her midsection and her stomach, and then closed over her pussy. Fingers traced the outer edge of her sodden pussy lips before slipping between the folds to press at her aching opening.
Lara lifted her hips, attempting to draw those fingers inside her, but met only a resistance that threatened to drive her mad. The hand on her breast flexed, squeezing and weighing, the fingers catching her nipple in a pressured, but delicious pinch. She gasped and moaned, all the while kissing both her men, tasting them, and loving them. Somehow, they'd managed to position themselves in such a way that her hands became useless to her. Both arms circled around the men's bodies, giving her only the ability to touch their backs, but nothing else.
The fingers on her nipple rolled and tweaked. The fingers pressing at her opening drove inside. She cried out, the sound muffled by their tongues. Her nails dug into flesh and echoing moans of male satisfaction filled the room.
“Are you sure you’re ready to try this tonight?” Brandon asked as he pulled back and then lightly licked her chin and neck.
“I’m positive.” Her words came out labored as the fingers in her pussy pumped, the rhythm changing from teasingly slow to drilling fast.
“We don’t want to hurt you, baby.” John’s voice sounded as tight as Brandon’s had been. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck and then to her breast. He sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit, just hard enough to have her writhing and panting as the stimulating tremors rained through her body to settle where the fingers in her channel continued the alternating tease and drill.
“I don’t think you possibly could.”
John smiled as he pulled back and stretched out beside her even as Brandon moved to the foot of the bed. When he reached for her, Lara carefully straddled John’s waist, putting her hands on either side of his broad shoulders for balance, her back arched and ass in the air.
“Christ,” Brandon breathed behind her. His hands framed her hips, slid down her thighs, and then over her butt cheeks. His fingers kneaded the flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. “We were wrong all along. This is how you look absolutely amazing. Your ass is perfect, firm and beautiful and, damn, I know you had a plug in you earlier today, but you're still going to be tight. I just know it.”
She knew it, too. The plug she’d used today had been the smaller one. Even the largest one didn’t look like it could compare with Brandon’s cock. The thought made her dizzy even as her body threatened to convulse with the anticipation of it.
John closed his hands around her waist. “Are you comfortable?”
Lara lowered herself onto his erect cock. “I am now.” She sighed as her channel stretched to accommodate the width of his cock. She was wet, almost dripping with juices. Still, she felt every glorious inch of his shaft rub along the walls of her channel. �
��How about you?”
John closed his eyes and a throaty sounding groan escaped his lips as she took his cock all the way inside her. “Oh, yeah.”
Lara giggled and started to ride. She took it slow, lifting her body off his cock and then gradually lowering herself onto it again. It was pleasure and torture of the sweetest kind.
“Lara, sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?” John asked through gritted teeth.
“No, just show how torturous it is when you make love to me so slowly. Now you know how it feels when you tease me.” It made her feel like she might die of the pleasure, it felt that good. “Besides, Brandon isn’t inside me yet.” She tossed a look over her shoulder and saw him watching her, his hazel eyes a dark emerald green with arousal.
“Are you ready for me?”
Dang! It was amazing how that casually asked question turned her insides to the temperature of molten lava. She stilled with John's cock lodged inside her fiery channel to the hilt and, for about half a second, all she could do was sit there and revel in the rapturous sensations the anticipation brought her. “Yes.”
He’d found the tube of lubrication she’d bought, too. She realized that when he parted the cheeks of her ass with one hand and started spreading a large glop of the lube around her anus. She sucked in a breath when he slowly pushed a well-lubed finger inside her, paused as she’d done with plug earlier that day, wiggled, and delved a little deeper. She decided if she ever needed instructions on anything sexual again, Michaela was who she was going to talk to. The woman obviously knew her stuff.
She heard herself whimper when Brandon pulled the finger back.
“Am I hurting you? Is it too much?” Concern filled his words and she knew if she said yes he would stop.
“No.” He wasn’t hurting her. It wasn’t too much. It wasn’t enough! “More. Please, Brandon. I want more.”
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