by Honor James
They were both grinning at her. “We’ve always known you’d jump between us to stop a brawl,” Brendan said. Shifting he twisted his torso slightly to reach behind Connor. When he turned back he handed her a dish of ice cream. “Spin around and we’ll hoist you up here to enjoy your dish too.”
“Oh your momma would have had a kitten if she saw us sitting on the counters eating ice cream.” She did as they asked however and laughed as she was pulled up to sit on the counter with them. “I promise not to tell her if you don’t.” The woman was dead but they all still visited her grave and talked to her, if not weekly then pretty darn tootin’ close to it.
“I’m not telling her,” Connor said with a smile. Then he gave a shiver and looked around. “I swear I just felt her smack me with her big wooden spoon. Damn creepy sensation,” he muttered.
“Had you not been such a brat she wouldn’t have had to smack you so often,” Brendan pointed out.
“I was not a brat,” he said, pouting. “Mom called me precocious,” he said with a huge, toothy grin.
“Brat,” Brendan muttered softly.
Bethany could only giggle. “Oh heavens the two of you are so funny.” She leaned her head on Connor’s shoulder and smiled. She was happy. Really and truly happy. She just hoped and prayed that nothing would end that happiness.
“I am rather amusing,” Connor said.
Bethany caught Brendan rolling his eyes and making a gagging motion with his spoon.
“Unlike the stick in the mud over there,” Connor put in. “I at least have a sense of humor. I swear, sometimes, I think he had his funny bone removed at some point.”
“Considering how much it hurts when it’s smacked on something that really isn’t a bad idea,” Brendan murmured, sounding like he was seriously contemplating it.
Bethany was laughing and leaned heavily against Brendan. “Right. Well that does hurt but I would rather hurt from time to time than not have a laugh in me. I know that you are the same way and don’t even say that you aren’t. I know you better than that, bub.”
“Bub?” he said, his eyebrows climbing his forehead. “Did she just call me ‘bub’?” he looked around her to his brother.
“Yep, sure did,” Connor said helpfully.
Brendan shook his head at her and clicked his tongue. “Unbelievable,” he said. “I cannot believe you just called me that, woman.”
“Yep, I sure did just call you bub.” Bethany slipped off the counter and grinned at him. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Bub?” She tossed “Bub” in there simply because she could, slowly backing away from them so that hopefully they would get the hint she wanted to play.
“Uh-oh,” Connor said. He reached out and took the bowl that Brendan handed over. “Uh, Bethany darling, you may want to start running. Now!” he said at the same time that Brendan’s boots hit the kitchen floor.
Bethany’s laughter trailed behind her as she took off running. She raced around the living room and then up the stairs toward Brendan’s bedroom. She was hopeful that Daniel was still out or he was sleeping soundly, if not he would give them hell but man it would be worth it to finally have these men where she wanted them.
She could hear Brendan right on her ass, and gaining on her too. His boots were loud as he thundered up the stairs behind her. She wasn’t going to make the doorway, she knew it but damned if she was giving up. Just when she thought she’d make it, two large hands caught her waist, twisted her around throwing her off balance and then she was in the air. When she landed she was over Brendan’s shoulder and his hand landed on her ass. “Now you’re going to pay, woman,” he said.
“You make that sound like a bad thing,” she said with a giggle. “It doesn’t seem to be so bad to me right now,” she added happily. Lifting her body with her hands on Brendan’s ass she sighed. “I had always wondered what your rump felt like. It’s hard and firm and looks so bitable.”
That earned her another smack on her ass. But they were inside his room now and then the room was spinning on its axis. Not really, but it felt like it when she was thrown off his shoulder and onto the bed. He stood there, staring down at her, hands on his hips and his feet braced apart.
“That’s a damn sexy and good look on you, Brendan. I really think you should wear that look often,” she said as she scooted and wiggled in the bed so that she was more in the very middle then off to one side. “So whatcha gonna do about me callin’ you bub?” Under her breath she added, because she could, “Bub.”
His brows went down, hard. Now he was glaring at her. “Woman,” he fairly snarled at her. Note to self, call him “bub” often. It got a very interesting reaction from him. Then he distracted her by stepped back and kicking the door shut. Hmm, even more interesting. Especially when he stalked toward her and came right up onto the bed toward her, prowling slowly, his attention solely focused on her.
Bethany was on her elbows looking up at him, grinning like crazy. “Man.” She replied in kind to his woman one-word statement. “I ask you again, whatcha gonna do about it? Bub?” Oh she loved the look that he gave her when she called him “bub,” it was all heat-filled and made her pussy wet just from the looks that he tossed her way. She loved it. A lot.
When he was over her he sat back on his heels, trapping her legs, and eyed her. Then he started to smile, slowly. Uh-oh. When he chuckled though, that was pretty much when she had a clue she was in the deep end. Which was quickly confirmed when he shifted, ever so slightly, and flipped her over onto her stomach. A couple of quick moves had her shirt up and around her wrists, which he used to secure her to his headboard. The man was hogtying her, more or less.
Bethany could only grin and wiggle on his bedding, a wiggle that caused her to moan because of the hard peaks of her nipples against the satin bed cover. “Brendan.” She moaned his name and arched her ass up just a bit into the air. “Goodness, please,” she begged. And then it hit her, he would see the brand, but he would also see the tattoo she had placed on the sole of her foot in high school. Oh shit, she didn’t know which to be more worried about.
His hands stopped on her waist, his entire body stilled over her. “Bethany,” he said her name gently. She felt him moving and then his breath on her arm as he nuzzled her cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
“He branded me. On my ass. He branded me like he did his cattle.” She whispered. “I just, don’t stop? I don’t want the past to ruin what we have in the now and could have in the future. When you see it, please?” She made her mind up then and there to somehow have it removed. A plastic surgeon maybe.
“Hey,” he whispered. Then he brushed her hair away from her face and shifted around so she could see him without straining. “He was unworthy of you, an ass and he will pay for what he did, one way or another. But you are amazing, no matter what he did, you came out of it and are stronger for it. He tried to make you less than he is because it was the only way he could feel good about himself. I’m here with you, Bethany. That is all that matters, no ghosts, no fears, no insecurities are permitted. I know, harder than it sounds right?” He smiled gently.
“Very much so, but I have you. I have Connor and I know that the two of you are going to love me and keep me, right?” She didn’t have to ask, she knew the answer to that question. “I just want happiness. I deserve it just like you do. So how about we forget my tensing up and we go back to the happy making?”
Brendan stroked her hair gently and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Then hold on,” he told her. Drawing back he hiked her hips up and got her pant button and zipper undone. “You do know, you say the word and I will stop, at any time. I want you to be comfortable with what I’m doing, Bethany.” He shifted his weight off her and hooked his fingers over her jeans and underwear. “Should I continue?” he asked softly.
“I know that you will and yes, yes please continue.” Bethany might have her hands tied with her shirt but she knew that she was in control, he would always stop should she ask or need for him too.
“I wouldn’t stop you,” she admitted and felt heat rushing through her body because of his touch. “I would never, ever stop you but you can’t because he’s not worth going to jail for,” she whispered honestly and shivered when Brendan’s tongue moved to stroke her ass as well.
“I happen to know one hell of an amazing attorney,” he said, laughing softly. He started to kiss up her back, slowly, licking here and there. Every now and again he just stopped and nuzzled her skin, his breath warm and a tickled her a little bit.
“Yeah?” she asked and shivered. “I might just have to utilize his services one day.” She had a whole team of attorneys since taking over her grandfather’s estate, ones that were even now working on getting her father and ex out of the picture for good.
“He’s always at your service, for a nominal fee of course.” He chuckled. “He’s very reasonable and always willing to work out a deal when at all possible.” He was at her shoulders now, nibbling on her skin as he brushed her hair out of the way to nip at her throat gently.
“Mmm I love how that sounds.” She turned her head and looked at him. Smiling she licked her lips. “I do love you, Brendan. I always have and I always will. Now then, how about you kiss me? Maybe get nekkid yourself?” she teased, mostly.
Leaning over her he gave her a kiss, slow and gentle. It was a little awkward but they got the job done. Then he drew back and slid off the bed. He was out of her line of sight but she could hear things hitting the floor. “Bethany, darling,” he said. Right before he picked up her foot. “What is this?” he asked softly.
She knew that he had found the infinity tattoo she had on her foot and smiled. “I’ve always loved you both.” Their names and hers were worked into the bends of the infinity symbol with “Graymont” stylized over the top of it. It was a beautiful tattoo, if she said so herself. “It’s the only place where no one would see it. So it’s there to remind me that no matter where my feet might take me, I will always love the two of you.”
She felt his lips on her skin before he let her foot drop to the bed. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice rougher and deeper than before. “Just like you are,” he told her. She felt the bed dip under his weight and the brush of his thigh, his naked thigh, to her hip.
“I’m very glad that you like it.” She hoped that Connor would as well, but that was for her to find out another time. Right now was time with Brendan. “You are so hard, so hot.” He was too, his cock pressed against her thigh and he was so very hard and his entire body seemed to be heated up as well. She liked it. A lot.
“I think it’s time to flip you over,” he said softly. That said he rolled her and moved her up closer to the headboard. The shirt holding her there was snug but definitely didn’t hurt her, it just kept her from moving her hands. “Wow,” he said, sliding a hand down her chest and over her belly to stop just before reaching her pussy.
Bethany lifted her ass just a bit. “Do you like it? I took some extra time grooming today knowing, well hoping that we would be just where we are now.” Her pubic hair held a small heart, barely covering her just as she intended. “I had thought of going completely bare but I wanted to have a bit of something there so that you would know just how I felt.”
His finger lightly traced the outline of the heart and smiled. “Oh, hell yeah, I definitely like,” he said softly. Still smiling at her he leaned down until she could feel his breath on her mostly bared pussy. Then he dropped a kiss to the little heart and nuzzled at her lower belly.
Her hands were trapped so she couldn’t touch him but she could lift her leg and caress his perfect ass with her foot. “I really think that you should see about making me even wetter so that you can slide into me. I am desperate here. Needy and heavens help you I’m about to chew off my own arm just so I can attack you.”
He laughed at that, lifting his head so she could see his smile. “There is no need for that, darling. Besides,” he tipped his head and smirked. “I like seeing you tied up to my bed. I’ve been imagining it for a damn long time.”
That had her grinning. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be tied up in your bed. The fantasies that I’ve had are just so not right.” She’s wanted both men to tie her up, blindfold her and do unspeakable things to her, things that would have her screaming in pleasure.
That brought his brows down in a frown. “Why would they not be right?” he asked. Okay, really, with Brendan it was more of a demand. “Bethany, talk to me,” he said. All the while he was still teasing the little tuft of perfectly groomed hair she’d left on her pussy. And that was all he was doing, damn him!
“Gods.” She moaned. “I want you. I want both you and Connor to tie me to your bed. Blindfold me and then tease me. Me never knowing which of you was where, who was going to touch me next, taste me next. I know that is an odd and off the wall desire especially with all that I’ve been through but I trust the two of you. I always have and I always will.”
“Good,” he said softly. Dropping a kiss to her hip he brushed his fingers down her pussy slowly. “Because you also know that we’d never do anything you didn’t want us to do. All you’d ever have to do is say one word to have us stopping. You’re ours, Bethany,” he said nipping at her thigh lightly.
She nodded. “I know. I am yours. Both of yours. I’ve been waiting for this day for far, far too long. I know that neither of you would ever hurt me. I trust you. Both of you. You are the reason I survived. But enough of that. Right now I just need you loving me.”
Apparently that was good enough for him. He pressed her legs apart and brushed his lips to her pussy. “Hold on,” he said, a grin on his lips. A flick of his tongue over her pussy was just the start of things to come, quickly followed by him spreading her wide with his thumbs and devouring her.
Bethany arched up from the bed and sobbed his name loudly. Her hands were still trapped by her shirt but she wiggled her ass and wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer to her weeping slit and demanded more from him as she did so.
She could feel his smile against her pussy, the way he flicked his tongue to torment her as he pressed a finger slowly into her. Sliding that digit in and out he sucked on her clit, using his teeth to lightly abrade the sensitive nub.
“Oh lordy,” she whimpered. “So very good. That is amazing.” She closed her eyes and simply soaked up the feelings of having this man touching her and feeling her. “Right there.” She sobbed when his finger crooked inside of her pussy, catching her just right and making her cry out in pleasure.
He slipped a second finger in, stroking her harder against her G-spot, spreading and stretching her. He flicked his tongue to her clit and lightly bit the nub before lifting his head. “How close are you, Bethany?” he asked with a chuckle.
“On the edge,” she moaned. “Almost there.” She was tugging him closer and closer with her legs, demanding as best as she could with her hands captured in her shirt. “I need you. Right now, Brendan, I need you so much. Condom, condom and god please I need you inside of me when I do come.” She trusted him that he was clean, and thankfully knew she was too but she wasn’t on anything for birth control and wanted for them to want her forever without being forced because of a child.
He drew his fingers out and chuckled at her moan of frustration. Pressing a kiss to her pussy he pushed up, dislodging her legs and moved up her body. He kept moving and leaned off the edge of the bed, digging in a drawer until he pulled out a strip of condoms. Tearing one off he sat back, between her legs, and tore into it. She watched intently as he rolled the rubber down his length.
“Next time I want to do that.” She licke
d her lips and wanted to taste him. God she wanted to take his cock into her mouth and lick him until he came just as he did to her. “That’s next time though, for now I just need you inside of me,” she begged, her legs tugging him closer.
“Next time.” He nodded, stroking his hand up and down his cock. Teasing her. She knew what he was doing and it only ratcheted her need up. Leaning over her he pressed a hand to the bed by her shoulder. With his other hand, still on his cock, he rubbed the head up and down her pussy, through the moisture. More teasing. Just when she was ready to scream he began to feed his cock into her greedy and needy body.
The feeling of him sliding into her body had her toes curling and legs wrapping around his hips. “Jesus.” She praised as stars danced before her eyes. “That feels incredible.” She groaned. “Holy crap.” She lifted her hips and met his thrust greedily. “Yes.” Her eyes were open and she watched him. She took in every single look that he gave her and craved more. Wanted more. God she loved this man.
Cupping her hip he helped keep the angle as he began to thrust, slow out, hard and deep in. Over and over, his eyes locked with hers, as he took her completely. “You are the sexiest woman alive,” he said, his voice rougher with just a little bit of a growl to it.
“And you are one of the two sexiest men alive.” She would never lie to him and she thought that both of her men were sexy as hell. She arched her back, lifting up off of the bed as she could. “Right there.” She moaned and then shivered. “Perfect.”
Thrusting harder he dipped his head to suck on her nipple. Sliding his tongue around the tight bud he bit gently and tugged. Scraping his teeth to her nipple he lifted off and blew a breath over the damp flesh before moving to her other breast.
Her nipples were hard peaks and when his mouth closed around one it was as if there was lightning striking her to her very core. She arched against him time and again. “Please.” She wanted to be free, wanted to touch him but not being able to touch him also caused her to have another added layer of pleasure. She both loved and hated not being able to touch him.