One Lucky Girl

by Natasha L. Black

  Jeremy squeezed my hand. “We want for you to be our girlfriend. For this to be real. A real relationship.”

  I could only blink at him, stunned. The idea seemed like something out of some fairytale, the three brothers falling for the same girl, wanting to be with her in spite of everything.

  Despite how excited I was, excuse after excuse bubbled out of my lips. “But won’t you guys get jealous?”

  “Not unless you start openly favoring one of us and it’s not me,” Peter said with a half-smile.

  “And what about what people think? What about our families?”

  “We haven’t figured everything out,” Jeremy admitted. “But I’m willing to make a real go of this if you are. I mean,” he dabbed my lip with his pointer finger. “You’re what makes me happy. And Peter. And Noah.”

  “He’s right.” Noah spoke with a conviction I’d never heard him speak with before. “I’ve never met anyone like you. And if that means that I have to share you with these two assholes to get the chance to be with you, then so be it.”

  It occurred to me, after sitting there for what must’ve been a minute, with my heart a troupe of butterflies excitedly dancing around me, that I should respond.

  “Okay,” I said.

  Jeremy cracked a grin. “That’s a yes?”

  “That’s a yes.”

  And just like that, a cloud that had been weighing over us cleared.

  “This calls for a celebration,” Jeremy said. Just like that, he swept me off my feet. Pulling away the last triangle of pizza I had raised to my lips, he replaced it with his.

  Mmm, pizza was good, but this was even better. Hoisting me onto him, his hands under my ass, Jeremy carried me into the bathroom.

  He came at me with hungry eyes that had my heart stuttering in my chest. “Privacy,” he said, his lips diving between my breasts. “I’ll need it for what I’m going to do to you.”

  And that was when his fingers pressed into me.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned.

  His press pushed me all the way to the wall and kept me there. Jeremy’s gaze was where his hand was. My knees were getting weak, but Jeremy’s insistent hold kept me on my feet.

  My hands went for his package, but Jeremy brushed them away. He was totally intent on his task, feeling me and enjoying the sensations it stirred in me. I could feel myself drooping into his hand, that merciless, onward-demanding hand.

  With no warning, he ripped off my pants and plunged his fingers in where they’d been covering.

  “There we go,” he said, twining them in further as pleasure spurted all about me.

  This time, when my hands went for his jeans, he let me. I eagerly undid the button and zipper as he shimmied his way out of them.

  Now, Jeremy was finger-fucking me mercilessly, and I could barely stay on my feet. As I wilted onto his finger, and down, Jeremy hoisted me back up again, pressing me to the wall with the flat of his hand.

  His fingers pressed into my lips and I bit down on one.

  “Naughty,” he said.

  Next thing I knew, I was being twisted around and he was probing at me from behind. He smacked an ass cheek with his dick and then the other. His one hand came to the front of me to grasp my tits. His other ran his dick along my crack.

  And then, finally, he entered me.

  My forehead rested against the wall and I groaned loudly.

  Jeremy squeezed my ass, then patted it. “That’s my girl.”

  And then he thrust into me again. His body pressed up tight behind me, as he jostled himself in and out, I squeezed back onto him, wanting to get every last drop of pleasure out of it that I could. And there was a damn lot.

  Fuck, already I was nearing a release and Jeremy had only just entered me. But I couldn’t help it.

  He drilled into me over and over, the slap of flesh against flesh making me hotter. When his hands slid around and squeezed both breasts simultaneously, I could feel my orgasm coming on.

  When Jeremy upped his pace to top speed, stabbing me deep and fast, everything gave way.

  My voice shrilled out as my release crashed over me in waves, over and over and over again.

  When I came to, Jeremy was holding me, smiling.

  Spinning me around in his arms, Jeremy lifted me off my feet and pressed my back against the wall, settling me down on his cock.

  “Fucking yes,” he growled, his dick twitching in me joyously.

  I locked my ankles around his hips and leaned back into the wall to gain leverage. I lifted myself off his cock as he thrust upward, sliding myself back down over him with a slap of flesh. Over and over we repeated the motion until another orgasm was building in my abdomen.

  Jeremy placed both hands on the wall next to my head and fucked me like his life depended on it. With one particularly hard thrust, I fell apart around him, coming so hard my juices coated his balls and dripped to the floor. At that, he grunted low in his chest and spurted hot inside me.

  We stayed like that for a few moments before he carried me into the shower and turned on the water. Still sheathed inside me, Jeremy kissed me until the water ran cold over our exhausted bodies.

  33

  Noah

  Okay, so it was weird. But seeing Blair skip into the kitchen and grab a yogurt after she had been in the bathroom with Jeremy made me happy too. Her happiness was just contagious. Blair had actually agreed to try out being in a relationship with us.

  Most girls I dated never liked both my brothers. If they had gotten along with one, they hadn’t liked the other. Either they found Peter too uptight and closed off, or Jeremy too irreverent and jokey. But Blair just got us. I hadn’t really ever thought about settling down much. But Blair was the type of girl who made me start thinking about that.

  She had every single quality that I looked for in a woman. A sense of humor. A sweet genuine heart. And her killer body didn’t hurt.

  With all that had happened in the past night, I needed to go out to Blair’s balcony and look at the city. Sometimes when my emotions got the best of me, I needed a breather. I’d always been like that.

  Toronto was all lit up like stars had come down to settle on the buildings. The cool air was crisp, pleasant. And the moon mirrored my smile.

  “You okay?”

  Blair’s hand was at my back. I turned with a smile. “I’m better than okay. I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

  Now Blair was the one smiling. “Why wouldn’t I? Three amazing, handsome guys want to be with me? I’d be crazy to say no.”

  Seeing my face, she admitted, “Okay, so the whole thing has been messing with my head a bit. Liking three guys at the same time, three brothers at that. But I’m just gonna go for it. I’ve tried resisting my feelings for you guys. Tried convincing myself that it’d better if I don’t follow my heart. But….”

  “Every time you’re around us you can’t help yourself,” I finished for her. “I get it. It was the same with you. Once I knew you’d been with my brothers, part of me recoiled from trying anything. But every time I spent time with you, I just couldn’t help liking you more, wanting something to happen. And now that it has….”

  “I couldn’t imagine it any other way,” Blair finished.

  I slid my hand onto the small of her back. “Look at us,” I said, “Finishing each other’s sentences like an old married couple.”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself now,” Blair said with a cheeky grin.

  I didn’t respond to that, part of me knew it was ridiculous that I could actually see myself on this same balcony with Blair, old and happy. Me and my girl and my brothers.

  Looking at the city, at the hundreds and thousands of little lights and the people amongst them , made me even more thoughtful than usual.

  “Looking out there, it really makes me realize how lucky we are,” I said. Beside me, Blair was pressed up to me tight, and I slung my arm around her to press her to me tighter. “That we met each other. Just you getting assigned as Jeremy’s partn
er, you even making it in the station at all.” I pointed out into the city, my finger smearing across the horizon as if I could blur the lights to my will. “Just when you see all the city and how many people are in it, just think of the odds of us meeting each other. We’re lucky. We’re really, really lucky.”

  Yes.” Blair turned to face me, her eyes luminous. “Yes, we are.”

  And the only thing to do then, was to kiss her.

  That one kiss demanded the next, and then another. And before I knew it, our bodies were pressed close. She was so smooth, soft, all of her, and I was seized by a sudden urge to see just how soft her other parts were.

  . Pulling down her shirt, the tautness of her nipples turned me on even more. I lapped at them and nipped at them, while her nails raked into my shoulders until I could take it no more.

  I had to have her right then.

  Both her pants and shirt came off in two mighty rips. Things slowed down then.

  “Noah,” Blair said uneasily.

  I couldn’t help it. She was just so goddamn gorgeous, with those curves of hers – those full sweeping hips and ample tits.

  She came at me with her mouth, and my fingers dove between her legs. Christ, look at how wet she was.

  Already, Blair was dealing with my pants, and I was arching into her more and more. Finally, I couldn’t wait and I lifted her up, entering her in one quick stroke.

  Painstaking, slow and perfect, we moved together. We set a steady rhythm and I felt myself throttling toward my release. I didn’t want to come before her, so I reached between us and flicked her click with my finger. Blair threw her head back and moaned my name as her warm, wet pussy clenched around my cock once, and then twice. Knowing that she was satisfied, I let myself go, filling her up with my seed.

  Afterward, I bundled her up in my arms and we sat silently, watching the city twinkle before us.

  34

  Blair

  Goosebumps rose up on my arms, and Noah fetched us a blanket. We sat there for a while, with our legs threaded through the bars of my balcony, swinging over the city. Not saying anything, but not needing to. I started to doze off and when I felt Noah pick me up, I frowned, although I didn’t protest. Really, I did need sleep. The day seemed like a weeks’ worth of events had happened in a matter of hours. Not to mention, my adrenaline had crashed hours ago. I was simply exhausted.

  I did get myself to my feet once we were inside. Wrapped in a blanket, I passed by Jeremy and Peter who jumped to attention at the sight of me.

  “Good night,” I said shyly. Part of me wanted to fall asleep with them, but right then my head was too woozy and I wanted rest.

  Their faces seemed a bit disappointed, but they bid me good night too.

  I’d barely been in bed for half a minute when there was a knock on the door. It was Noah and behind him I could see Peter and Jeremy too.

  “Care for some company?” He shifted his stance. “As long as we don’t disturb your sleep, of course.”

  I didn’t say anything, just stepped back so that the door swung wide open. They got the picture.

  Next thing I knew we were all heaped into bed, so many arms wrapped around me I felt perfectly encased. Protected. So, this was what it was to be loved.

  Because, as early as it was, I felt it. From the way they looked at me, to the way they touched me. The affection the guys had for me ran deep. And it was scary and yet, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  I awoke to a peek of sunlight.

  My eyes fluttering open, I realized two things.

  One, that the past night had not been some crazy wonderful, horrible dream. And two, that Noah and Jeremy were busy getting ready, which I probably should’ve been too. My alarm was set off to go off in ten minutes, although I could use the extra time.

  The only one left in bed with me was Peter. Gazing at his bare chest, I had a hunch. Throwing my head under the sheets, I saw just how right I was. Peter was hard and ready even in his sleep.

  Just one look at it and I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.

  The first touch of the tip of my tongue to the head of his cock, had Peter jolting awake.

  “What the?” he stammered, lifting the sheets and looking down at me. Once he spotted me there with my mouth poised to take him in, he groaned and gave a slight nudge to the back of my head.

  I leaned forward and took his already weeping cock to the back of my throat. His thick shaft jumped in my mouth and I heard Peter’s sharp intake of air above me.

  I fondled his balls as my mouth swirled up and down his shaft. I started out slow, hard, my lips suctioning together over my teeth to provide a tight seal around his cock.

  Peter’s sporadic groans, like candy rewards handed out, spurred me to suck him harder, faster.

  I wanted him more than groaning. I wanted him spilling down my throat.

  After all that Peter had done for me, all that we’d been though together, I wanted to show him how much he meant to me. How much I adored him.

  What better way than to make him feel as good as he made me feel?

  It was hot too, I had to admit. The way he’d grip my head, twitch in my mouth. The way I could lose myself in the twist of mouth and tongue around his dick. I wanted to feel his sticky sweet warmth surging down my throat.

  Using my hand to stroke the base of his cock, I concentrated my tongue on the tip. In and out and around and again. More and more. And Peter’s hands, gripped my hair, his grunts were becoming more insistent.

  I increased the speed of my hand and the pressure of my mouth and tongue. Finally, Peter cried out, thrusting himself deep and coming.

  I held him there, deep in my throat as spurt after spurt coated me until he was empty, and I slid free. The sheets raised, and Peter’s hand stroked along my cheek.

  “Good fucking morning,” he said with a sated grin.

  We cuddled for as long as we could before Jeremy poked his head in.

  “You two are adorable, but work is in, oh, seventeen minutes.”

  That got us out of bed and into our clothes fast.

  35

  Peter

  It felt weird, parting with Blair in the parking lot of the station like nothing had happened the day before. Like she hadn’t almost died, and I hadn’t woken up with my dick in her skillful mouth.

  But I fully intended to keep my promise to Blair that it wasn’t going to affect our work. I knew how much the job meant to her. As much as every part of me wanted to walk into the squad room proudly hand in hand with the girl I was crazy about, the logical part of me would rather die than hurt Blair. That meant we had to keep it discreet. All of us.

  Although it wasn’t easy. Especially when, at lunch, my dick partner Bob, looking Blair’s way said, “That one’s cute, eh?”, his face wearing a crude smile indicating that he was probably going to make a move sometime soon. But I managed to keep my mouth shut, ‘accidentally’ elbowing him on my way up to the bathroom. I knew Blair could take care of herself.

  After a few hours of boring-ass paperwork, I couldn’t take it anymore. Checking on her and Noah in the de-stressing room, put my mind at ease. It was just a few seconds glance through the window, but seeing her smiling, relaxed face calmed me down. She was alright. She would stay all right. And maybe if I was lucky, I’d get to see her that night.

  I went back to the squad room to find an open desk. I pulled out the folder on Joe, the guy that had attacked Blair and myself, and got to work writing up my report. I knew from talking to the D.A. earlier in the morning that both Joe and Francis would be going away for a very long time. I felt satisfied that this threat to Blair’s safety was dealt with.

  I got up from the desk and went to hand in the report, almost walking smack into my brothers.

  “The Chief is calling us all in,” Jeremy said, his face bearing the grave expression I was sure mine now was.

  The Chief calling all of us in at the same time? It was unheard of.

  Seeing
Blair approach, my heart fell further.

  “You guys too?” was all she said.

  I could only nod dully, wondering how Chief Fallows had found out so fast. Sure, maybe we had been hanging out in public with Blair, and of course, there was the fact that it was all three of us who’d been there for her when she’d been attacked, but still. Did Chief Fallows have actual concrete proof? And if she did, what was she prepared to do with it?

  There were so many of us in Chief Fallows office, that we had to pull a few chairs in. Then, once we sat down, we waited.

  It seemed like a little game. One designed to make us more terrified; to have the anticipation and all its stress build. It worked, too.

  By the time Chief Fallows said, “I assume you know why you’re here,” my leg was shaking with nervous tension under the table.

  After a pause in which none of us responded, Chief Fallows’ eagle-eye gaze snapped up, like a bird on its prey. It jabbed from me, to Jeremy, to Noah, before settling finally, on Blair.

  “There’s been talk,” Chief Fallows said simply. “And I think you know what about.”

  My mind was racing. Was this some kind of test? Was Chief Fallows uncertain, waiting for one of us to crack, to give her the evidence she needed so she could punish us accordingly? Or did she already know how far deep in we were, and was only here to ream us out, or worse?

  Whatever the answer was, I knew what I had to do.

  “I’m sorry Chief Fallows,” I said. “This is all my fault. I found myself drawn to Blair and have invited her to spend time with us against my better judgement. Just give the word and this can stop now. Again, I am sorry.”

  As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. Chief Fallows’ ironic gaze whipped my way. “You take me for an idiot, Peter?”

  The question was light but laced with cyanide.

  “No, Chief, only…”

  She held up a hand. “No more bullshit,” she said. “Here’s the deal: there’s been talk all over the station about what you three have been up to or not up to. Personally, I don’t care.”