Takeover: The Complete Series

by Lana Grayson

  “It’s okay.” I lingered close, kissing his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. “I want this.”

  “I hurt you before.”

  No more than anyone else had, and nothing I hadn’t survived, forgiven, and needed to forget.

  My breath caught as the sea-green of his eyes cracked to jade. He tensed before me, racked with guilt and suffering from the same suffocating confusion and darkness that had trapped me for so many months.

  I found my peace, explored my needs under Nicholas’s hand, and took back that part of me offended, violated, and stolen.

  Reed hadn’t found that peace. Neither had Max.

  The thought of my step-brothers enduring that agony destroyed me, especially when I could help.

  I pumped Reed’s cock in my hand, pressing my forehead against his as he sucked in a harsh breath and exhaled a profanity.

  “Sarah…”

  “I want this,” I whispered. “Do you?”

  Reed gritted his teeth. He looked beyond me. “Nick?”

  Again, Nicholas offered the smallest of smiles. “Ask her.”

  “Fuck yes, Sarah.”

  He moved, but I placed my hands on his shoulders, aching for the same relief but still crippled with insecurity. I pushed him back against the sofa. He understood.

  They all understood.

  I was either lucky or transparent, and I didn’t mind in the least. Every fear tumbled from me when my clothes came off and our bodies pressed close. Nicholas’s gentle hand brushed my hair from my shoulder. I arched. Reed cupped my breast.

  Two men touching me, soothing me, wanting me. It was more than I could handle. My wetness teased us, and I edged over Reed’s lap.

  He never rushed me. He caressed my curves and whispered soft words of encouragement peppered with coarse expletives as I settled over him.

  I held my breath and pushed myself down over his thick, pulsing length.

  If Nicholas completed me, Reed treated me to every fun and flirty and desperate shade of desire. I filled with him, curled my hands over his shoulders, and slid against his shaft with a murmur of utter relief.

  “Goddamn.” Reed’s head fell back. “You have no idea…”

  I did. I knew. That moment of freedom. When the burdens fell away and all that remained was forgiveness and pleasure and the delight of knowing another offered that peace.

  I crashed against him, willing his hardness to stretch me, letting his touch tease me. I shared his smile, his groans, the fullness that warmed through me with such dire intensity every little movement carried me higher, slickened me more, tickled me with goose bumps.

  My words begged for him, for all of them. I twisted and reached for Nicholas. He met my cry with a kiss, a touch to my hips, and helpful push harder against his brother’s pulsing thickness.

  I groaned again. “Max?”

  Max paced now, edging from my sight, but not escaping. He watched, eagerly. His profanity rasped harsh, the edge of desperation in his voice.

  But he didn’t come to me. He didn’t touch. He didn’t ask for any of the same pleasure I vowed to give each of them.

  He blamed himself for everything. How was I supposed to help him?

  “More…” I whispered to any of them, all of them. “Please.”

  “Fuck, if I knew she’d be like this…” Reed groaned as I tightened, clenched, and shattered upon him, crashing to his chest and nearly weeping with ravished joy. “We should have knocked her up long ago. Fuck. She won’t stop coming.”

  Only a problem if I stopped breathing through the pleasure. My mouth dried, and I bit against Reed’s shoulder as his thickness pumped through my core and delivered more shivers.

  “I tried to do it before,” Nicholas teased. “She was too stubborn.”

  “We’ll just keep her this way.” Reed seized my nipple. He murmured with his mouth full. “She’s insatiable.”

  My words gasped incoherently as I bounced against him again, grinding hard against Reed’s hips to tease the little slick nub that needed as much attention as my core.

  Nicholas leaned close, watching as my skin flushed and body rocked with shivers. His fingers traced over my shoulders, my neck, down my spine.

  He pressed against my lower back, and I eagerly fell upon Reed, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and burrowing my face in his chest. Just more places to kiss, to muffle my groans.

  But Nicholas’s hand didn’t slow. He cupped the curve of my ass, traced a teasing line, and then dipped.

  He brushed a sensitive, vulnerable, unexplored part of me.

  And I nearly leapt off of Reed.

  “Shh.” Nicholas’s mocha comfort thickened over me, easing the tensed muscles reacting purely from memory. “I’d never hurt you.”

  He wouldn’t, but I remembered what happened so long ago, another cruelty of Darius that meant to steal something that wasn’t his. To hurt me in ways no one deserved to be hurt. To claim a simple dignity. I hadn’t let them near since the day Nicholas rescued me from his father’s office.

  I gripped Reed. His hands brushed my cheek, offering a gentle reassurance.

  I bit my lip.

  Just another hurdle to cross, wound to heal, and confidence to gain.

  Except it wasn’t a place we had ever explored. Taking me there wouldn’t have bred me.

  Nicholas’s gentle fingers rubbed a soft circle, shuddering every intake of air from me. I hadn’t felt anything quite that sensitive. Reed grinned, nuzzling my cheek and encouraging my movements. I bounced slower, letting Nicholas’s touch press harder.

  “Weird…” I whispered. “It’s very, very weird.”

  Nicholas shushed me again. “Good weird?”

  “No idea.”

  Reed laughed. I gripped his shoulders, watching as Max disappeared from the living room. He returned after only a moment. I didn’t see what he handed his brother, but I didn’t let him get away, not when he finally crossed close enough for me to touch.

  I took his hand, flinching as Nicholas teased me with a very cold, very slick gel. Max retreated. I met his gaze.

  “Baby,” he whispered. “You don’t want me now.”

  “I do.”

  “I can’t risk hurting you anymore. Not now. Not with…” He watched my expression with a hungry, dark lust. Nicholas’s fingertip gently massaged a part of me I knew Max wanted more than anything. “I don’t trust my instincts, Sarah. And you’re…you’re pregnant, and I’m…”

  I gripped his hand, cooing as Reed pressed his hips up and Nicholas’s finger dipped inside a place I hadn’t thought would be touched ever.

  Max watched my reaction with a clenched jaw and tightening grip. I gasped. Nicholas edged close, pressing his body closer to mine as he teased me with an invasion that felt completely and utterly different.

  I rolled with shivers, head to toes and back again, but the sensation, the stuffed fullness tricked me into a solid stillness. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Yet, even as I endured something so raw and intrusive, I shifted my hips back and drew Reed and Nicholas deeper.

  And it was deliciously good.

  I groaned without realizing how my voice trembled. All three of my step-brothers chuckled masculine, excited growls.

  “How’s that, baby?” Max whispered. “Looks fucking good.”

  “Different. Very different.”

  “Like it?”

  Why lie? “Maybe?”

  Nicholas nibbled my ear, encouraging me to rock against both Reed’s cock and his finger. The shivers came again. The moan centered deep in my chest.

  “Hard…to think.” I swallowed. The heat pitted in me, faster and more uncontrolled. “I’m gonna…”

  And they had me again.

  The pleasure sliced through me. Clenching Nicholas’s finger and Reed’s cock drew me higher, and my words fizzled into a gasp of excitement as everything weird and wonderful and thick and strange blended into a delight I hadn’t felt before.

  One man fucked me. One man
touched me. And one man whispered sensual compliment after compliment.

  Nothing could be better than that.

  But the Bennetts loved to prove me wrong.

  Nicholas shifted as I crashed against Reed. I recaptured my breath, but Reed grinned, Max hummed, and Nicholas removed his shirt. Fingers tightened over my hips, and the cool touch of more fun gel soothed the aching, clenching part of me.

  First he teased.

  And now Nicholas sought to claim me fully.

  I tensed as Nicholas rose behind me. I prepared for him to lift me from his brother and seize me for himself.

  That wasn’t the plan.

  “Hold tight to Reed,” Nicholas whispered. “And relax.”

  As if my insides weren’t already simmering with heat as I rode Reed beyond my pleasure. A thread of dominance shadowed Nicholas’s words. His command bit with gentle attention. I did as I was told, loving how Reed’s cock thickened inside me.

  Nicholas planned for far more.

  His cock warmed, desperate and hard. He pressed against the vulnerable, secret button. I shifted. Reed didn’t let me off his lap.

  They both wanted their turn.

  At the same time.

  My eyes widened.

  “You can’t be serious…” I silenced as Nicholas pushed against my bud. “Whoa. Wait. We’ve never done that before…”

  Max’s smile was cold. “Never had a reason.”

  Reed wrapped his arms over me. “It’ll feel good.”

  Sure. Right. Why was I believing three men who had never let anything touch them there?

  I gripped Reed, but I tensed too much for Nicholas to move.

  Max leaned over the couch, taking my cheek in his hand. It wasn’t a soothing gesture, his never were, but it distracted me. He pushed his thumb in my mouth.

  “Suck,” he ordered.

  I did, one long draw, just to watch as his jaw tightened.

  Nicholas pressed hard, and I murmured over Max’s thumb.

  Oh God, they’d split me in two.

  And I’d love it.

  My mind instantly and completely blanked to everything but the overwhelmingly intense sensation of stretching and surrendering and welcoming something entirely too big, too fierce, too everything into a part of me that hadn’t ever accommodated anything so powerful.

  Tight. Full. Aching.

  He didn’t push in all the way, and God, it didn’t matter. I had all I could take, all I could ever need.

  I collapsed against Reed as two men claimed me. As their cocks buried inside of me.

  I melted.

  Fell limp.

  Rode a blizzard of chills that shocked me into a cascade of warming shivers and a torrent of blistering heat.

  I tensed and liquefied, hurt and ached with pleasure, and thought of everything and nothing. The only thing that mattered was to be connected with these men, to feel how deep and intimate and passionate they could be.

  Reed stayed still as Nicholas took control of both of us, edging deeper into the vulnerable part of me and somehow moving me against Reed. His slowest, most deliberate of pushes immediately found a rhythm with his brother. Nicholas surged an inch forward, Reed edged just an inch out, and I lost myself in the wicked, spinning, and extreme delight of it all.

  I sucked hard against Max’s thumb, the only thing preventing me from moaning in constant struggle. He knew that wasn’t what I needed. I looked at him, begged with parted lips and a single nip against his thumb.

  I had Nicholas and Reed. But Max refused the pleasure, refused the closeness, refused me.

  We had to begin again, to fix what was broken, so that we could move beyond the darkness.

  “M—Max…” I couldn’t speak as I thickened with raw energy. “Let me…”

  Help him. Heal him. Whatever he wanted, whatever would finally ease his guilty conscience and forgive himself for what he had done. It was only a nightmare now, the force of his body only one in a series of horrors I forgot. I wouldn’t let that separate us or challenge our bond ever again.

  “Fuck.” He pulled away. “Baby, I can’t make you do this.”

  “Want to.”

  “You’re better than me. I won’t drag you down. I won’t have you hate me.”

  “Never.”

  “Always.”

  My groan enticed him. Max’s strength existed in his muscles, not his will. I reached for him, bringing him near. He climbed the couch and let me lean, careful to not disturb the pulsing, trading, delicious pumping of Nicholas and Reed within my clenching body.

  His cock unleashed from his pants. Max hadn’t permitted me to pleasure him before, not when cocks and seed meant we could only explore each other in one way.

  God, if I had only known.

  If we had known.

  A man in my core, a man tucked deep in a secret and sensitive part of me, and one tasted upon my lips? I was filled and stretched, used and worshiped, cherished and adored. And I had them all. Together. Within me and around me and dedicated to me.

  Sealed inside me in a way I had never imagined but would forever need to happen again and again.

  I took Max as deeply in my mouth as I could. I did the same for Reed and Nicholas, desperate for the few gentle strokes to yield into a squealed moment of sharp sensation. It dueled between pleasure and pain, excitement and complete sensory overload.

  My body and mind couldn’t keep up, and I eventually fell into a lust-warmed limpness, balanced against Reed, offering myself to Nicholas, welcoming Max’s thrusts into my mouth.

  His salty excitement teased my tongue, and I shivered as each alternating stroke thickened them with shared desire.

  The tension coiling in me stilled my movements, stole my breath, and shocked me with its power.

  I sucked hard against Max if only to prevent myself from crying out for all them, any of them, more and less and everything confusing that I suddenly desired more than anything.

  Nicholas’s weight pushed me against Reed, and their hands, their legs, their cocks tangled me within their need and my own inhibitions. Everything stripped. Everything warmed. The thin, tiny bit of me that separated them left me so full, so unbelievably stuffed with their hardness.

  Their furiously contained desire growled in profanities and promises. I drove my own body back to accept more of them. The heat overwhelmed me. I arched as Nicholas wrapped an arm over me, his hand tucking low.

  He held my little bump.

  And I was lost.

  My tightness crippled both of them, and Reed shouted first, jamming his hips upwards as the heat splashed inside me. I welcomed it as my body ground against the shared bliss. Nicholas didn’t last either. He kissed my shoulder, held my tummy, and pushed deeper than he had before. I couldn’t groan, not with Max’s pulsing, jetting cock erupting within my mouth. I swallowed, eagerly, savoring his salty seed as wave after wave of heat crashed inside all of me.

  Max pulled away, leaving a mess upon my lips I eagerly licked up. Reed swore, again and again.

  Nicholas merely held me.

  And I shuddered in absolute stillness as my body accepted everything from these men. I flew, I crashed, I shuddered, I cried, and each of them comforted me, loved me, relieved me with soft touches and perfect encouragement.

  Again and again I twisted, and they eased everything that overwhelmed me with absolute devotion. Nicholas pulled me away, cradling me in his arms, resting me on my side, kissing my flushed cheeks and parted lips.

  “I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you.”

  His hand hadn’t left my tummy. I covered his fingers with mine. “I know.”

  “Never hesitate to ask for us. All of us. Any of us.”

  I nodded, amazed and breathless.

  It wasn’t a normal relationship. It wasn’t good or safe or conventional. But I needed them. All of them. Together with me.

  If only so we could prepare for what happened next, if only so we could enjoy each other for a single moment in time.<
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  Because I feared what would happen in the coming days.

  And I was right to fear.

  16

  Sarah

  My dress didn’t fit. Wouldn’t even zip.

  The front pudged with a tiny, revealing bump.

  Either tiny, sickly Sarah Atwood was finally putting on weight, or the gossip would scandalize me before I made it through the first of many conversations and cordial encounters with business associates and my family’s enemies.

  I couldn’t let that attention fall to me. Not when this Bennett Foundation fundraiser would be Darius’s last.

  I folded the pretty gold dress and tucked it back into the garment bag. I donned a black, less form-fitting cocktail dress to a pre-dinner celebration.

  The social implications of wearing black to an afternoon affair might have been disastrous to the old Atwoods. My family kept a strict social schedule and etiquette. It was my role to prattle in delicate conversations with Dad’s investors, board members, and the lobbyists he courted.

  If he were alive, he’d be outraged. Still, I rather have worn a black dress than revealed to the world that Mark Atwood’s twenty year old daughter was unwed and pregnant.

  “May I confess something to you?” Nicholas asked. He stared only at the mirror to make the final adjustments to his tie.

  I shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I…hate these formal events.”

  I wasn’t expecting that. “Really?”

  “Always did. My mother was the social butterfly. Reed has her charm. Max drinks through it.”

  “But you?” I yawned, settling into the pillows on the bed.

  “I much rather stay here with you.”

  “Undoubtedly.”

  Nicholas stared at me from the mirror. “I play the part I was raised to portray. I’m Nicholas Bennett, the man my father trusts, the president the board depends on to manage the company. Tonight, I’m the confident business partner meeting with potential clients.”

  I hesitated, asking for my own benefit. “So who is the real Nicholas Bennett?”

  “Do you know?”

  “I’d like to find out.”