by Jess Bentley
My cheeks heat of the compliment. “I’m so glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved it!” Argus says. “So much so that I’ve got another assignment I want to send you on right away. I just need to know how quickly you can be at the airport, and we’ll fly you directly to Florida if that works for you.”
I halt in my steps, and the men do, too. Argus isn’t exactly a quiet talker, so they’ve definitely heard what he said, too. “Oh?”
We reach the front door, and the men wave at me to get my attention.
Clay mouths, Stay. And the other men, seeing him, do so as well.
My mouth drops open, and I’m not sure what to say. On the other end of the line, Argus is talking about where he wants to send me and why. But I don’t take in any of it.
“Argus—” I say, cutting into his pitch. “I think I’m going to have to take a pass right now. I’m... I’m going to be taking a little bit of a break from writing for a while. But I’ll be in touch.”
“Is everything all right?” Argus asks, immediately concerned. I haven’t told my boss about the pregnancy yet, but now isn’t the time. I need to talk to the guys.
“Everything is wonderful, actually. But can I fill you in later?”
“Of course. Give me a call when you can.”
I hang up the phone, and hope flutters in my chest. I take a deep breath of the fresh Wyoming air and let it out slowly. “Do you guys really want me to stay?”
“Yes,” they all answer in unison.
I smile. “You all owe each other a Coke.” I’m afraid to hope, afraid to ask. But I have to know. “How long do you want me to stay?”
“Forever, of course,” Tyler says in his normally jovial fashion, always the jokester. “At least until you get sick of us. Even then, we’d rather you just stay and deal with it forever.”
“The kid’s right,” Joshua says, his expression earnest. “We’d like you to stay here, with us.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing, but then Trey pipes in, “Please stay, Jessa. We love you. And we need you.”
My mouth drops open, but I can’t help it. I look at Clay. He’s the one started all this—well, him and me. And it it’s technically his baby I’m carrying—even though I somehow know that all of these men will treat the child I’m carrying as their own. “And you?”
Clay takes two long steps toward me and then clasps my hands with his. His eyes search mine, as his thumbs draw small circles on the backs of my hands. “Do you really not know how much I want you here? How much I need you here? We all do. We love you, Jessa. And we want you to be with us forever.”
I swallow around the hard lump in my throat. And I’m suddenly lightheaded and teary-eyed. “I love you guys, too. And I think I’d like to make this my new home.”
“I love you, Jessa,” Clay reiterates. And then the rest of the boys are around me, kissing my cheek, taking turns pulling me into their arms. All promising to love me forever.
It’s almost more than I can handle. I’m outright crying now. “It’s not fair if you guys to do this to a pregnant lady who’s already emotional because of stupid hormones.”
They laugh and then literally sweep me off my feet—well, Trey does. With the others smiling and laughing behind us, Trey carries me to the guest room that has become our room.
Finally feeling comfortable with all of this, I strip down immediately when the door shuts behind us. I need to be with them, now. And they seem to share my desire.
Trey is the closest, so I grab him and kiss him soundly. Trey kisses me back, and before long they are all as naked as the day they were born, and so am I. Trey kisses his way down my body, making his way to my core. I gasp when his mouth closes over my clit, then dips inside of me. The others are around us, stroking themselves and watching. Caressing my breasts, my arms, anything they can reach. And I can’t believe how watching them stroke themselves turns me on.
And I can’t believe how loved they make me feel.
Trey continues sucking and licking and nibbling me until I come hard. He slips away while fireworks are still in my vision. When I blink to clear my eyes, Clay is between my legs. With one long thrust, he takes me.
I let out a long moan as Clay mutters something indecipherable above me. Nice and slow, he makes love to me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m close again. Before I’m writhing against him as he thrusts into my body. I feel Clay start to lose control, and he fucks me harder and harder. Then I feel him find his release, words of love on his lips.
His orgasm sets off my own, and I come, moaning his name.
Clay pulls out of me, pressing a kiss against my lips. Tyler and Joshua have hung back, and for a moment I wonder if they don’t want to seal what we’ve just promised each other. If they don’t need me right now as much as I need all of them.
But I needn’t have worried.
“We want to try something, sexy,” Tyler says, tucking my hair behind my ear.
Joshua is looking for something in one of the smaller dressers—one I don’t use. But I don’t see what he’s looking for, or if he finds it, because Tyler steals my attention away. He pulls me up to a sitting position, and then lays on the bed next to me. He pulls me on top of him.
I smile down at him. “Willing to give up a little control, are we?”
His grin is wicked. “Anytime you want to try this ride, sexy.”
I laugh at his teasing. God, I love how Tyler makes me laugh. I lean down and kiss him with abandon, straddling him. And then I slip his hard cock inside of my waiting heat.
The feeling of control drives me wild. I start to move, start to ride him. Tyler groans beneath me.
I’m reveling in the sensation, rubbing my clit against him with every shift of my hips, when I feel a hand touch my shoulder, pushing me down some, so I’m laying more horizontal.
I don’t worry about who’s behind me. I’m safe here. But then I feel someone touch the pucker of my asshole.
I stop, shocked but excited at the touch.
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” Joshua asks, his voice low and rough.
I feel all of their eyes on me as they watch, waiting for my response.
Tyler reaches out to cup my cheeks. “You’re blushing.”
I bite my lip and answer Joshua. “No, never.”
“Do you trust me?” His voice is so deep, so rough. I can tell the idea of taking me that way turns him on. I’m a little scared, but excited, too.
“I trust you. I trust you all,” I say.
“Good.” I stay mostly still as Joshua works a finger into me. The sensation isn’t unpleasant, but it’s different. Especially as he works in and out, in and out. It makes me want to move again, and slowly, ever so slowly, I start to move again. Taking Tyler’s cock in and out of my pussy while Joshua readies my ass.
Using the lube that he must have been searching the dresser for, Joshua works in another finger. Finally, he forces me to be still again, and he works the tip of his cock into my tight ass.
I moan, completely overwhelmed by the sensation—especially with Tyler still inside of me. Ever so slowly, Joshua pushes his way in—stopping, when I gasp or jerk. But he is relentless. And eventually, he works himself in.
I can’t move—can barely breathe. I’m not sure yet if I like it. But I know I don’t want him to stop.
The men take the lead, and gently begin to rock me back and forth with Tyler and Joshua supporting all of my weight. My breathing increases, and soon I’m gasping from the sensation of it. I feel an orgasm building inside of me, one so intense I’m almost afraid to experience it. But just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel pressure against my lips.
I open my eyes to see Trey nudging his cock into my mouth.
There is a need in his gaze—such hunger as he watches his two brothers take me at the same time.
“Take it. Take three of us at once. I know you can,” he says, his voice encouraging. But there’s an order
in his tone, and my body responds to it. I want to try.
I’m not so certain I can do it. But I said I trusted them, didn’t I? So I open my mouth, and Trey slides his cock inside. Clay fits into it all somehow, caressing and pinching and touching me all over, stirring my desire with the others until I’m ravenous for them all.
The men take control, absolute control. Fucking me, moving me, taking care of me. I’ve lost the ability to think, I can only feel. And it hits me that three men are currently sharing my body while the fourth watches on love in his eyes, working to make me come.
How did I get so lucky?
The orgasm hits, even harder than I expected as my entire body, my entire soul, shakes at the intensity.
Distantly, I realize that the men are finding their release around me. Finding their release inside of me. And when they’re done, I collapse amongst them on the bed.
Completely and totally satisfied, in body and in heart.
Epilogue
Clay
Months later...
I stare into the beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. He’s so damn tiny, but so perfect, too. I don’t know his name yet, but my heart is ready to explode out of my chest with love for him already. How the hell have I ever lived without this beautiful little boy? Trey nudges my arm, and I look down into another set of tiny blue eyes, just as beautiful.
I barely know them, but I already know that I would kill for them. I would die for them.
Fraternal twins, but I can barely tell the difference between them, they look so much alike. Of course, that might change—they’re barely out of the womb. I can see the Hollister in them, in every line of their face. I can see Jessa as well, in their pert noses and widow’s peaks.
Sunshine fills the hospital room from the eastern-facing window as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. I normally dislike hospitals intensely—especially after having to see Jessa in one after her horseback riding incident, and after the terrible car accident that could have taken her from us. Thank God Trey had had such quick reflexes and steadiness when the brakes quit working in my old truck.
But this... after this, I might start to like hospitals. Just a little.
Especially since this room is cute. The maternity ward in the hospital closest to our home seemed to decorate with babies in mind, despite the fact that few of them stay here longer than a couple of days.
“Can I hold her?” Joshua asks Trey. Grinning ear to ear, Trey hands him our daughter.
Tyler is edging near me, but he looks nervous. Carefully, I hand him the baby before he can object. I know Tyler loves them already, as much as the rest of us. He’s just afraid to hurt them. I doubt the man has held a baby in his life.
I can understand why he feels that way. They’re so tiny, so fragile. But the nurse reassured us that they weren’t as fragile as they appeared. My mind is still working on convincing itself of that fact.
“They’re perfect,” Trey says, voice pitched low, so he doesn’t wake our angel of a woman.
On the hospital bed, Jessa dozes. Still so stunning, so strong. So damn tired, too. She’d been a real trooper through the birth. And while I might never get feeling back in my left hand, it was worth it. I think her new engagement ring might have made a permanent impression on my finger.
“They are,” I agree.
“So, we’re all uncles,” Trey says, but I can hear the question in his voice.
“No. We’re all dads now.” I glance around the room, meeting each of my brothers’ eyes in turn. “We’re all fathers now. I couldn’t imagine this experience any other way.” I motion toward Jessa, who lets out an adorable little snore as if on cue. “Look how well sharing has turned out for us already. We’re not about to stop and quibble about who got her pregnant.”
“Never thought I’d be a daddy,” Tyler says, his voice rough. He shakes his head. “It feels... Feels like our family is whole again. Finally.”
Him and me both, on the daddy part. “We’re a bunch of lucky bastards. All of us. Not only twins.. but she’s going to be our bride.”
Trey turns to look at Jessa, his eyes full. “No question…we are the luckiest men on earth.”
And no matter what the future holds, we will meet it head-on—as a family.
EXCERPT FROM ONE BRIDE FOR FIVE BROTHERS
Charlie
Not like I was waiting for it, but I soon as I hear the sound of her footsteps on the porch, I want to run for the door. Stan rolls his eyes at me and I hold up my hands, telling him to wait.
“Be nice to her!”
“I'm always nice,” Stan grumbles. “Just don't get your hopes up, Charlie.”
“My hopes aren't up,” I object. “But doesn't it all seem kind of perfect? I mean she practically landed in our laps.”
“No, Stan is right,” Hank interrupts. “She's too young. She's too sweet. She's too… nice.”
“Nice is what we wanted!” I remind them. “Nice is perfect. We are nice, too, remember?”
I look around, measuring up my four older brothers, these hulking farm boys in their blue jeans and flannel, stubble and dusty hair, calloused hands and suspicious looks.
If that's Goldilocks at the front door, can't say I blame her for being little nervous.
“Okay, okay. But just try, okay? Can’t hurt to try, right?”
Without listening for the response, I dash to the door, flinging it open. Vanessa stands there, swaying back slightly in surprise. Then she rocks forward, managing a nervous but resolute smile.
“Come on in!” I invite her, stepping aside with my hand out.
She glides in with small steps, that pretty cream-colored dress fluttering up behind her. She's perfect, I know it. Thick around the middle, curvy and yet contained. Restrained. She's got a quiet strength that flows through the middle of her.
She walks into the dining room, and I see my brothers mellow a little bit in her presence. They’re slightly less intimidating. Maybe even a little more inviting.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Tim challenges her.
She takes a breath before responding and narrows her eyes slightly. “Starved,” she answers, drawing out the word so long it practically sounds like a dare.
Stan catches this interchange and knocks the back of Tim’s head playfully, then tells him to fetch her a drink so he can’t embarrass himself again.
“This looks like Thanksgiving,” she breathes, humming happily to herself. “What did you guys make?”
I pull out her chair for her and she slides into it, those round thighs spilling slightly over the sides.
“Oh, the usual…” I answer. “A couple of chickens, stuffing, mashed potatoes… roasted carrots, green beans, cornbread…”
“The usual?” she repeats, her blue eyes wide. I grab a plate for her and start loading it up with a little bit of everything.
“Oh! You don’t have to serve me!” she objects sweetly.
“Let him,” Stan interrupts. He places his giant paw of a hand over hers protectively. Suddenly he doesn't seem so convinced that she's not the girl for him. By his normal standards, he's practically blushing and stammering like a sixth-grader.
“Let’s have a toast,” I suggest when everybody’s seated. I pour out some wine for everyone and make sure the glasses are all passed out.
“To our fairytale princess,” Stan announces, clearing his throat. “May all her dreams come true.”
She blushes and giggles, but accepts the toast graciously. Throughout dinner, she is sometimes shy and sometimes forceful. She plays my brothers like a fiddle until they’re hanging on her every word. When she laughs, she tosses that thick blonde mane back over her shoulder and I can’t help but watch it, every time.
Finally, dinner is over. The chickens are decimated. The sweet potatoes have been scraped down to the china.
“What should we do now?” she asks innocently.
Stan clears his throat. He looks at each of us to double check. We’re still on the same page,
at least in theory. She has to take the lead. It has to be up to her.
“It’s entirely up to you, princess.”
For a long time, she looks at us each in turn as if trying to read our minds. She takes a long time deciding. Finally, she stands, her lips pursed in a haughty dare.
“Come on then, boys,” she purrs as she leaves the room.
We follow, completely under her spell, watching every millimeter of skin as she lets her dress slip from her shoulders. Slowly she walks into the back room, commanding our absolute obedience with every step.
It’s like a dream, watching her captivate all my brothers with just one look. She could ask us to do anything right now, and we would do it.
I sit down in front of her, squinting against the light that haloes her from behind. Her dress slips over her arms to her waist, then falls to the floor. She’s a Venus, tall and luscious, as smooth as alabaster.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I hear myself whisper.
“You’re sweet, Charlie. You want to go first?”
Tim and Tom argue over that immediately but I ignore them. Yes, I do want to go first.
Her eyes captivate me in a sky blue stare. She sways slowly, rolling those round hips, arching her back and sighing.
“I’ve never done this before so…”
“Wait, what?” Stan interrupts.
Tim and Tom gasp while Hank and Stan start with alarm. But I can see it in her eyes — she’s ours. She’s already decided.
But Stan feels like he has a job to do now. He holds his hands out, delivering orders in that serious bark he uses.
“Tim and Tom, you guys warm her up,” he commands.
I shoot him a look. He knows what’s fair. I know he’ll do the right thing.
“Charlie, you eat her pussy,” he smirks, winking, until i smile back.
As Tim and Tom lay her on the sofa, I kneel between her legs, running my hands over her thighs. She shudders and sighs, biting her pillowy lower lip between her teeth. I can’t take my eyes off that shimmering snatch of fabric, just the flimsiest barrier between me and heaven. Inhaling deeply, I slide up closer, savoring every shiver as she opens her legs for me, inviting me in.