by Jenika Snow
“God, Deacon.” Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, but instead of her comforting Deacon, he pulled her into his chest and murmured into her hair. “What happened to your parents?” She wanted to cause pain to his father, the same kind he had dealt a young Deacon.
“Thayer left home right after high school. He went to college and made something of himself. He didn’t know about the abuse, but even if he did, there wasn’t anything he could have done. Our father was a large man and incredibly strong given his age.” He inhaled deeply against her hair. “The year I turned twenty-five is the year they died in a car accident. The abuse had ended well before then. I was larger than my father, and when he tried to lay a hand on me I made it clear he would never do it again. I was finished with him. That was the last conversation I had with him before he died.” His hands moved methodically over her back in a soothing manner. “I can’t even tell you the relief I felt when I got the news he died. But with that relief came the guilt. Despite the abuse from my father and the ignorance from my mother, I felt the desolation that had woven its way into my life seem to dwindle. It was still there, but I thought maybe I could beat it.”
“Deacon—”
“Let me finish, baby.” She lifted her head, and he cupped her face, brushing away her tears with his thumbs. “I can be uncontrollable at the best of times. I’m filled with a lot of rage, and most days it’s hard for me to deal with it. That’s why I built the cabin away from others. If I didn’t have Thayer here to ground me, to keep me stable…” His thumbs brushed along her cheekbones, his gaze steady as he spoke. “I’d go crazy.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I would never hurt you, though. Ever.” He said it with steely determination. She didn’t doubt his words for one minute. “Since you came into my life I’ve felt calmness settle into my body, my soul.” His lips met hers in a heart-wrenching kiss. “I want you. Thayer wants you.” His eyes penetrated hers. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” She thought she did, but she shook her head instead. “We want you with us, Jessa. We want you to be with both of us, to be ours.” Mouth gone dry, she searched his face for the truth in his words. “Tell me you want that, Jessa.”
God, maybe she was stupid for even playing with the idea in her head, but she so wanted that. This thing between them was fast and crazy, and maybe a bad idea, but she so wanted that, from both of them. “Yes, Deacon, I want that.” He crushed his mouth to hers, and their tongues slid along one another. The kiss was hard and demanding and filled with so much passion. The only thing missing was Thayer. She wanted his brother there, wanted his hands on her, stroking her body the same way.
“Let’s go, Deacon.” He kissed her for another along moment, and then he pulled away, breathing hard. The desire was written on his face, and she felt it down to her toes. “I want the three of us to be together.” She meant that in more ways than one, and by the way his eyes flashed, Jessa knew he understood her.
They drove back to the cabin, their hands clasped together the whole time. She no longer sat in the passenger seat, but instead sat beside him in the center. With her head on his shoulder and the serene nature surrounding her, she finally let herself see a future she knew she deserved.
The cabin came into view, and anticipation and nervousness pulsed through her. Knowing Thayer was just beyond those walls had the lust that simmered inside of her rising like a tsunami. She could hear the tires crunching on the snow, and the noise sounded so incredibly loud, or maybe wasn’t coming from outside at all. Maybe the sound came from her pounding heart? When the truck turned off she didn’t wait for the silence to descend around her. What she wanted to do, what she imagined in her mind, seemed dirty, but she knew it was far from the truth. She had never wanted to do something so wanton, so brave.
Walking hand-in-hand, she let Deacon led the way. The house filled with silence when they entered. She let go of Deacon’s hand and shut the door behind her. Was she making the right decision? Deacon looked at her over his shoulder, his smile full of emotions that clenched something deep inside of her.
“You okay?”
Mouth dry and head lightheaded, she reciprocated the smile and felt herself melt under his stare.
“Hey, guys. Your trip was good?” The sound of Thayer’s voice had her pulse racing like a freight train. She leaned to the side and looked over Deacon’s massive shoulders. Thayer stood in the hallway, a pair of dark lounge pants slung low on his hips. His bare chest glistened with water, and his bicep bulged as he lifted it to towel off his hair. When he removed the towel his normally sophisticated strands of dark hair were messy, reminding her of rolling around in the bed, their naked bodies sweaty and their breathing ragged.
Not letting her fear of the unknown change her mind, she moved past Deacon, running her hand down his arm and to his hand, before she strode to Thayer. The surprised look on his face when she stopped in front of him had her smiling. She didn’t miss how his eyes flicked over her head to his brother. When he brought his eyes back to hers they flared in his arousal. She slipped out of her jacket and removed her hat, throwing both of them aside. She toed off her boots, and even though she was still fully dressed, she felt completely bared. The heat of Deacon behind her seeped into her body and warmed her instantly. She imagined herself standing on the surface of the sun, her arousal just as scorching as she ignited in flames. Both brothers were throwing off enough heat that she started to sweat.
“Jessa—” She stopped his words by reaching up and gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers. At first he seemed unsure of her actions, but when she swiped her tongue along his bottom lip, and then the top, he groaned, and something snapped inside of him. He pulled her roughly to him and devoured her mouth. He smelled so good, like fresh soap and that spicy aroma that naturally clung to him. A moan tumbled from her mouth, and she clutched at him like her life depended on it.
He broke their kiss and trailed his mouth along her jaw. Sucking in air, she let her head fall back and absorbed the path of fire Thayer left in his wake. She felt Deacon’s hands on her ass, gripping and massaging the cheeks. His erection probed her lower back whereas Thayer’s pressed against her belly.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” Thayer sounded as breathless as she felt. She couldn’t find the words, so instead she just nodded. They had to d know and understand her answer would always be yes.
She let her hands slide down his chest, feeling the damp skin stretched over hard muscle. His small, male nipples moved under her palm. She let her head fall forward onto his chest and couldn’t contain herself from slipping her tongue out and running along his taut flesh. His pec flexed beneath her wandering mouth, and she felt his cock jerk between them. Deacon’s hands moved slowly up her ass, over her back, and finally pushed her hair away so he could latch his mouth onto the side of her throat. Thayer lifted her head up with his finger under her chin and kissed her passionately. Having one brother at her lips and the other at her neck caused dual sensations to move through her. Tearing her mouth away, she licked her lips and stared into his eyes. She reached behind her and gripped Deacon’s side, pulling him closer to her until he grunted as his erection pressed even harder into her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Chapter Eleven
Jessa didn’t wait for their response, just slipped out from between them and headed into her room, but before she could slip inside Deacon had her twirled around and pressed against his chest. He kissed her hard and long, and when he stepped away to take his place beside Thayer, she felt a sensory overload looking at both of them. She had never thought men could be beautiful, but they were, in every conceivable way.
They took a step forward in unison, and she took one back. This dance of movement continued until she found herself in the bedroom and felt the edge of the bed meet her legs. Her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest. Deacon had taken off his coat and boots, but it was still too many clothes. She had never been so wanton before, and she felt
like she could faint from her nerves. Gripping the edge of her shirt, she peeled it over her head. She didn’t wait for them to tell her what they wanted, because she knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was both of them. Her pants were the next article of clothing to go, and soon she was in nothing but her plain bra and panties. She had never felt as exposed as she felt at that moment. She watched them rake their eyes up and down her body. It seemed silly, really, since she had slept with both of them, but the way they looked at her, as if they couldn’t get enough of the way she looked, as if they were barley restraining themselves from pouncing on her. These two virile men desired her, and that knowledge had her intoxicated.
“Take your clothes off.” She looked between the two of them and watched a slow smile creep over Thayer’s face. Deacon’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement, and she wondered if it was because she sounded ridiculous taking the dominant road? Whatever they thought, they managed to keep it to themselves as they undressed. The sight of their hard, chiseled bodies coming into view had her mouth drying. They were like nothing she had ever seen before. Is it even physically possible for a man to look like that?
“I think our little mate likes what she sees, Thayer.” Jessa found her brows knitting at the sound of Deacon’s strange way he phrased that. Mate? Thayer snapped his head toward Deacon, and she saw some kind of silent communication pass between the two of them. Pushing it aside, she went back to admiring them. Their attention was back on her, and she found herself feeling her excitement mount as Thayer stepped forward. His nude body brushed along her, and his hot erection pressed between them. Both of them were so big that she felt small, frail even, compared to them. He lifted his hands and framed her face. The way he searched her face, as if memorizing her, touched something deep down inside of her. Her eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his lips across her forehead, then her eyelids, and finally on the tip of her nose.
“You are so beautiful.” His warm, minty breath bathed her face, and she sank into him. Hands coasted over shoulders, and she knew they were Deacon’s because Thayer still held her face. While Deacon explored her body Thayer brushed his lips back and forth on hers. They didn’t use tongue, and there was no hurry. It was a lazy caress of mouths that held more passion than any open-mouthed kiss she had ever had.
“You smell like apples, sweet and juicy green apples.” Deacon’s words were whispered by her ear. “We love apples, baby.” His hands moved down to her back, his fingers trailing down her spine until they reached the lace edge of her panties. In one swift move he tore the fabric from her body, and she felt the tattered remains flutter to her feet. He removed her bra next with nimble and expert fingers. Now she stood between two hard bodies, their erections rubbing along her flesh and heating her to the point she feared she’d melt.
They laid her down on the bed, one brother behind her and the other in front. Hands were on her, and she didn’t know whose they belonged to, but it really didn’t matter. She got lost in the sea of pleasure, and she didn’t want to be rescued. Hands speared into the folds of her pussy, stroking and teasing her until she was wet and needy and so ready for them. The idea of taking both men was a little unnerving, but the realization that they could all be connected on the most fundamental and primal way had her arching her back and silently pleading for more. She kept her eyes closed and just let them play her body like she was made specifically for them. Had she ever felt anything as grand as the feel of their hands and mouths on her? No, never.
“You’re so soft and sweet between us.” At that point that she couldn’t tell who spoke. Words, touches, feelings all blended together until they were a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt hard and sensitive as they moved along Thayer’s chest. Deacon’s shaft against the crease of her ass had her moving her hips, working the fleshy mounds of her bottom along his rigid length.
“No, Thayer, she’s hot and fucking wet.” Deacon growled in her ear. “I think she wants us to show her how it can be between us.” He nipped her ear, and she shivered. “Isn’t that right, baby? You want me and Thayer to show you how it is?”
God, that is all I want. “Yes, yes, that’s what I want.” She arched her neck at the feel of Thayer’s mouth surrounding her nipple. He sucked long, sucked hard, would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t already been lying down. He alternated between her breasts, forcing her to lean slightly back and into Deacon’s waiting arms. Deacon gently bit at little parts on her body while his brother dragged his teeth on the sensitive flesh at the tip of her breasts.
“Please, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
Deacon growled against her before saying, “You’ll take all we have to give because that’s how you want it.” His tongue left a scorching trail of liquid fire around the shell of her ear. “I love hearing you beg. It makes me harder than I’ve ever been.” The dominance laced in his words didn’t frighten her or bring up memories of her time with Paul. The dominance that came off of Deacon was nothing like the sadistic control that filled Paul. The difference was tangible. She felt safe with Thayer and Deacon, felt like they would watch over her and make sure no one would hurt her. They wouldn’t cause her pain to hear her scream in agony because they derived pleasure from it.
Deacon massaged her ass and slipped his fingers between her thighs. The first touch of his thick fingers slipping between her cleft and gathering her moisture had her hissing in pleasure. He moved them back and forth, and teasing her opening before moving to the puckered hole of her bottom. She tensed when she felt him spread her moisture around that virgin part of her, but he whispered how good she was doing, how her strength made him proud. Their voices of encouragement had her hesitation leaving and her lust rising.
“W-will it hurt?” She gasped the last word out when Thayer slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt at the same time Deacon gently inserted his equally lubed fingers into her ass. They synchronized those digits inside of her until she withered between them, seeking more yet trying to escape because it felt too good.
“We would never hurt you, sweetheart.” Thayer whispered along her breasts. She speared her hands in his hair, and curled her fingers into his scalp.
She felt the warmth of Deacon’s body leave her for a moment. The sound of a lid opening pierced the fog of arousal swirling in her head. Cool liquid touched her overheated skin as he worked his lubed finger over her anus. Thayer hissed when she tightened her nails on his head, and she started to mutter her apology, but his mouth claimed hers in the next second. One of them lifted her leg and draped it over Thayer’s waist and exposed her pussy. A wrapper being opened somewhere close to her broke the hazy fog of arousal, and then the thick tip of Thayer’s cock pressed to her greedy body. Breaking the kiss, she panted for air as he worked himself inside of her. He was just so big, so thick, that the stretch and burn of her muscles trying to accommodate his penetration was enough to make her lightheaded.
A hand caressed her cheek and urged her to turn her head to the side, away from Thayer’s face. She forced her eyes open and came face-to-face with Deacon’s equally impressive cock. The tip was flushed red, and a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. The way he gripped the root and ran his palm up and down the length had her mouth watering for a taste of him. Arching her neck, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the bulbous tip. The explosion of flavor slammed into her taste buds. He was sweet and salty, and so very male. Latching her mouth around the crested tip, she sucked on him. He grunted, and his hips shifted forward an inch, forcing his erection a little deeper into her mouth. He was far too long and thick for her to take completely, but what she couldn’t reach with her mouth she stroked with her hand now gripping him. Small bursts of cum burst into her mouth, and she happily swallowed it. His hips started rocking back and forth, pushing him a little deeper until she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. Moaning around him, she felt her world spinning out of control as Thayer pushed the l
ast of his dick inside of her. His teeth scraped up and down her neck, leaving pleasure/pain in its path. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked on Deacon until he breathed roughly and unevenly. Thayer’s humid breath coated her neck as he moved, pushing all of his cock inside of her until she felt filled in every way possible.
She wanted to taste Deacon’s seed fill her mouth, and she thought he would do just that, but he pulled out unexpectedly and slid back behind her. His mouth met hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. There wasn’t any doubt he could taste himself on her tongue, and that thought turned her on more. While he made love to her lips his hand gripped her ass cheek and spread it. The feel of his shaft start to press against the tight hole had her tensing.
“Shh, baby. Relax for me. Bear down, and let me in.” She did as he asked, and the tip slid past the tight ring of muscle. With care, Deacon pushed into her. Thayer had since stopped thrusting and gave her body time to adjust to the second act of penetration. When Deacon sat fully embedded, she breathed against his mouth. Never had she felt so full or connected as she did right now. They started to move. One pulled out while the other pushed in. They took care of her, made she sure knew what they were doing, what they wanted. They made sure it felt good for her, that she wasn’t in any pain.
There were no words to describe the pleasure she felt. She gripped Thayer’s shoulders and dueled tongues with Deacon, and she felt herself climb higher. With her eyes closed she couldn’t tell who started rubbing circles sound her clit. That was all she needed to be set off. She flew higher than she ever had flown. Never had she felt something as powerful has having both of them inside of her. Their paces increased, and she exploded around them again. Her muscles tightened, and they cursed in unison. With a veil of ecstasy covering her, she thought she heard them roar out as they came. Mine echoed off the walls as they shouted out in their own orgasms. Opening her eyes, she looked into Deacon’s eyes. The icy blue flashed brightly before her. It looked otherworldly in its intensity, and when she looked at Thayer she saw the same fierceness reflected at her.