Yes to Everything

by Shayne McClendon

  They stood in front of her, taking her hands in theirs and Decklan asked, “Are you sure, Brooke? I don’t want you to regret us. To wish you could go back and undo it. It would kill us to know you weren’t ready.”

  Kissing first one then the other, she said clearly, “Please make love to me. I need to feel something again.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Leaning on the wall to pull off her boots, the twins did the same. Once the second one dropped with a heavy thunk to the floor, they descended on her, pulling her clothes away in tandem. When she stood in front of them naked for the first time, they paused to take her in.

  Decklan groaned, “So much more. How we’ve longed for you, Brooke.”

  “Stunning, oh my god, I can’t bear it.” Logan pulled her to him and ran his hands through her hair and down her back. Cupping her ass, he pulled her into him and she felt his need for her. It ratcheted her heartbeat up and she was breathing quickly as she rubbed herself against his hard length.

  He turned her and Decklan held her against his now naked frame, his cock throbbing between them on her lower stomach. Her hands moved over his back, marveling at the sculpted muscles. He was kissing her, his hand cupping the base of her skull and massaging gently. She sucked at his tongue and he groaned into her mouth, the depth of his feelings obvious in the sound.

  Sliding her hand down his hard torso, she edged back and circled him with her fist. Pulling his mouth from hers, he gently tugged her away. “No, baby, this is about you. Neither of us will last if you touch us. I’m barely hanging on to my control just holding you. Let us love you. Let us show you how you make us feel.” He kept her hand against his chest and went back to kissing her.

  Then Logan was behind her, the heated skin of his cock pressing into the small of her back as he sealed himself to her. “You’re both so warm and I’ve been so cold. Thank you.”

  They lifted their heads and Logan said, “Brooke, we understand so much more than you realize. We love you and we want to make you happy, to ease the pain you’ve been in. We expect nothing from you. Maybe one day you’ll want to give us your heart again. Maybe you’ll trust us to treat it right, to care for you the way you deserve.”

  “We will never hurt you again, Brooke. We can wait for you, physically and emotionally. We aren’t the selfish bastards you met years ago. We’ve worked so hard to become men worthy of you. Men you can be proud of.” Decklan bent and picked her up, laying her gently on her huge bed.

  They lay down beside her, trading her mouth between them and stroking their hands over her skin. She felt like she was burning alive, nerves numb for too long flaming to life with a force that frightened her. Both men felt her tense and laid their heads beside hers, whispering soothing words that settled her suddenly panicked heart.

  “Take it easy, Brooke. There’s no rush, sweet baby, no rush. That’s it Brooke, deep breaths, baby. We’re not going to hurt you. You’re so good, so loving, so loyal…we can wait, Brooke. We can just hold you, keep you warm if that’s what you need right now, baby. This is all about what you need, honey. Nothing else matters. There is no pressure and no expectations. There you go, baby. We won’t hurt you, we won’t rush you.”

  Her heart eased, slowing from the painful slamming against her rib cage. They curled around her and Logan pulled the blankets up over the three of them. Gradually her gasping breaths settled, loosening the suffocating sensation around her ribs. They held her hands and she gripped them like a lifeline. Tears ran quietly from the corners of her eyes and she was ashamed when she begged, “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

  They tightened around her and she felt their tears, tears they shed for her, for her pain. “No baby. We’ll stay right here. Right here beside you. Close your eyes, pretty girl, take all the warmth and comfort you need. We know, Brooke. We love you and we know, baby.” Decklan was sealed to one side of her body, Logan on the other.

  Both of them were warm, their skin, their breath, and she felt some of the painful cold melt inside her. Unable to help herself, her eyes drifted closed, and they held her tightly while she slept. She didn’t sleep long but when she opened her eyes and felt them beside her, she sighed with the first true happiness she’d experienced since the last time Rex had held her snugly next to his huge body. His protective instincts had caused him to wrap himself around and over her, as if shielding her from an unknown threat even in sleep. The feeling of protection from two men was much the same and she soaked it up like a flower seeking sunshine or gentle rain.

  When she sighed softly, “Touch me, please touch me,” they took their time, letting her get used to the way their hands felt on her body, the feel of their mouths kissing her. Let her adjust to the feeling of two men caressing her skin and pressing against her.

  “Close your eyes, Brooke. Just feel honey. We won’t take anything from you, we only want to give. All we want, all we need, it to love you.”

  They watched her lids slide down to shield her blue-green eyes, long lashes settling over her cheeks. They moved in sync, cupping her breasts, thumbs stroking gently over her nipples as they kissed her face, throat, shoulders. Decklan dropped his head and took a nipple to the roof of his mouth as Logan kissed her breathless. Brooke slid her fingers into their dark hair, raking through it and tugging gently. Then they traded places and it was Decklan’s mouth on hers and Logan’s on her other breast.

  The sheer dedication of the two men to the art of kissing and heavy petting had Brooke breathless. Her hands stroked their skin, relearning the differences in touching a man’s body as opposed to her own. A small whimper escaped on a sigh and they stopped to nuzzle her neck from either side, and whisper to her.

  Logan slid over her stomach, kneading the firm planes with his hands. “Brooke. Sweet lord, you’re so beautiful.” Logan moved over her hip to her thigh, squeezing the muscle and moaning. “You’re long and lean, tight but curvy. You’re so much more than I ever imagined, so perfect.”

  Her senses felt scrambled, unable to form a coherent thought but she said, “I’m not a brunette…”

  Their faces appeared above her and she stared at them in a daze. “We prefer blonds. We always did, Brooke.”

  “We stopped choosing blonds after we met you, Brooke. There was too much of a risk we’d call them by your name. We thought it would help if we chose your opposites. Shorter, dark hair and more rounded.”

  “Wh…what?” the stumbled word barely made it out of her mouth in her shock.

  “You’re always the one we wanted, Brooke. Always, from the day we met you. If you look at any photo taken before that day, we were always with blonds, baby. We were just too screwed up for you. Toward the end, it didn’t matter who we were with or what they looked like, it was always you we were holding, only you we were making love to. We created our own personal hell with our choices, Brooke,” Decklan kissed her possessively and she moaned as Logan’s mouth returned to her nipple and his palm slid over her mound.

  “So smooth and silky,” he murmured and moved down her body. “You smell like vanilla and leather, Brooke. Oh god please let me keep my control. If I don’t taste you, I’ll die.” Settling between her legs, Logan kissed her outer lips and her hips lifted from the bed. He sucked at her gently, slipping his fingertips into her folds and she arched again. “So responsive, you’re a gift we do not deserve, Brooke.”

  Decklan kissed over her jaw and into her hair, his mouth beside her ear, “Are you alright, Brooke?” She nodded. “If anything scares you or upsets you, you need to tell us. We only want to please you.” She brought his mouth to hers and kissed him with full sexual aggression, shocking both of them and making her pull back.

  He lifted his face to stare down into hers. “Don’t judge yourself, Brooke. Be who you are and don’t try to guilt yourself about it.” His smile sent heat flowing into her heart, “It’s like a dream being here with you.” She stroked his face and he lowered his mouth to her breast, his other hand ensuring its twin wasn’t
neglected.

  Putting her hands in their hair, she pulled at the dark silken strands as they worshipped her body. She writhed as Logan licked at her, sipping from her body as if she was a fine delicacy. He slipped two fingers inside her body to stroke as he worked over her folds with his teeth and tongue. When he drew her pierced clit between his lips, sucking her deep, she came, her hands fisting in their hair.

  “Logan, please, it feels too good.” She was working her hips against his mouth and moaning both their names.

  Decklan kissed his way down her body as Logan kissed his way up, changing places. Decklan’s mouth was on her, working her harder now, Logan’s mouth sucking her nipple firmly. They pushed her, needing to give her as much pleasure as she could handle. She pulled Logan to her mouth and kissed him forcefully, tasting herself on his lips.

  She wanted more, needed more. “Logan, I want to taste you.”

  “I can’t, Brooke. This isn’t about Decklan, or me. This is about you and what we want so desperately to give you.” His face was tense and she smoothed his hair back from his forehead.

  “Logan, I don’t want it to be about me. I want it to be about the three of us. You’re both so stressed trying to harness control you don’t need to have with me. I’ve never been a selfish lover and I’m not about to start now. Come to me.” He stared at her without moving and she lost patience. When he leaned close enough to kiss her, she wrapped her fist around his cock. “Come to me, Logan.”

  He groaned and she tugged him more firmly, her demand clear, guiding him up the bed. With a low moan, he moved up the bed, holding the headboard for balance. Then she licked along the underside, following the sensitive ridge, and he was gripping the wood for the strength to bear the pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the head, sucking gently as she tasted his pre-come, Logan wasn’t prepared when she took him to the back of her throat.

  “Oh god Brooke! I can’t, baby, I can’t bear it. Your mouth is so hot. You’re taking me so deep. Please.” She began to suck him with a talent he hadn’t expected and when Decklan made her come a minute later, she moaned and swallowed hard around him, the vibrations like lightening straight to his balls. Her hand reached between his legs and cupped them, squeezing firmly, kneading him hard. “Brooke, oh sweet lord, you’re killing me.”

  Dragging out Brooke’s orgasm as long as he could, Decklan watched Brooke as he continued to curl his fingers inside her, pressing his hips into the bed to control his own need. She was so wet and warm. He wanted her, needed her so bad. Watching her skill, her focus, as she sucked Logan was almost too much to bear.

  Logan, who’d seen and done too much for any one man, was begging her for mercy, “How are you keeping me from coming, Brooke? Oh please, please, baby.” She released the pressure at the base of his cock and pressed her fingers into the skin behind his balls. His roar filled the quiet room, “Brooke! Oh my god, oh god, yes, thank you, thank you. How I’ve ached for you, burned for you.”

  His hand gripped the headboard so hard his knuckles were white, his other hand fisted in her hair. “Brooke. Beautiful Brooke, thank you. Thank you.” She sucked him until he had nothing left, sucking forcefully until he’d given her all he had; the muscles of her throat swallowing calmly. Only then did she release him with a soft pop and kiss the head.

  Logan dropped down to kiss her, his arm going around her back and his hand anchoring her head to keep her tight to him. When he lifted his face, he kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and the tip of her nose before returning to her lips.

  Resting his head against hers he whispered, “You are too generous, Brooke. So giving. Thank you, you can’t know. You just can’t know.”

  Brooke stroked his face for a long moment, enjoying how he was hugging her, feeling the sincerity in his words. Moving her gaze to Decklan, she said clearly, “Switch.” Both men jerked against her and she added, “Now.” With a last kiss, Logan moved down the bed as Decklan kissed his way up her body. “Hi Decklan, thank you, baby.”

  “Brooke, there’s no need to thank me. Believe me, the pleasure was all mine.” She circled her hand around him and tugged him higher. “Brooke, I…” She tugged with more force and he took the same position Logan had on her other side. “How do you…know? About…all this?”

  She smiled at the implied question and shook her head, “No, never me. I’ve always been curious, even before I joined the band, when I heard the whispers. I never would have suggested it with Rex…there are some things you just know. I read ménage erotica and asked Sidney questions. She’s a wealth of excellent information and has zero sense of privacy.”

  It was the last thing she said before she took Decklan’s cock to the back of her throat and made his eyes roll back in his head. Her hand was in Logan’s hair as she sucked Decklan hard and deep, her other hand working his balls firmly.

  “Brooke, you…you do that the way I do it. Women never go hard like that. That’s…oh lord, so good.”

  She moaned around his thick length as Logan pushed her up again, moving his slick fingers to the entrance of her ass. Brooke spread her legs further apart and Logan growled, already hard for her again, knowing this didn’t scare her in the slightest.

  Slipping in carefully, she didn’t stiffen up or go still and he pressed past the tight muscles just inside before adding another finger. Her hips worked with him, grinding herself on his fingers and against his mouth. “Baby, you’re shocking the hell out of me. You’re so fucking perfect.”

  Scissoring carefully out of her body, he set his thumb just inside her pussy and pressed the thin wall that separated her tight sheath from her anus. At the same time, he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked her hard with his tongue. Her hips were rocking now, her body going taut as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed around Decklan’s cock, clamping her mouth around his shaft and squeezing his balls more firmly.

  The edge of pleasure/pain sent him over with a low growl, “Brooke, I’m coming, oh god that’s so good. Watching you suck me is unlike anything before.” Brooke raised her eyes and met his as the first jet of his semen hit the back of her throat and she held him deep, milking him with the muscles of her throat. “Oh my god how hard you suck me. Look at your pretty mouth stretched around my cock. It’s too good, too perfect. Thank you baby, thank you for releasing the agonizing pressure and for being so good to us.”

  When she finally let him go, Decklan moved to lie beside her. His hand in her hair, he pressed his body to her, claiming her mouth possessively. Pulling her lower lip between his teeth, he tugged it, nipping it sharply. Logan left the bed with a last kiss to her mound to wash his hands and get condoms.

  Decklan stroked over her mound, thumbing over her clit piercing and watching her face. “I always wanted to see it, you know, your piercing.” He kissed her again and when he lifted his head, his eyes were sad, “You’re so good, Brooke. So kind to let us touch you, to allow us to hold you. We don’t deserve your kindness and that makes it worth so much more.”

  She cupped his face firmly and kept her eyes on his, “Listen to me, Decklan. No more talk of the past. You do deserve my kindness, my generosity. You both deserve my love but I’m not ready yet. I think I will be someday, but I can’t yet…it hurts right now. Be patient with me.”

  He nodded and kissed her gently for a long time. When he lifted away, she said, “You made mistakes but those are in the past. I forgave you long ago for things that had gotten out of your control. Let me give you what I can for now. Let it be enough.”

  He smiled, “We’re grateful for anything you’re willing to give us, Brooke. We know and we understand. We love you. Waiting for you, no matter how long it takes, is worth it. It’s already been worth it.”

  Logan laid down on her other side and both of them took turns stroking into her body. They watched her face and took turns kissing her as first one, then the other slid through her cleft and inserted two fingers into her pussy, stroking twice and withdrawing, the other brother’s hand taking its
place. Then they each had a finger inside her and she was coming as their thumbs moved through her folds and over her clit.

  Her entire body arched from the bed, her heels digging into the mattress, and they never slowed their movements, their kisses, the suckling of her nipples. “Please, I can’t take it…”

  Logan whispered in her ear, “You can, baby. Take everything we can give you, our pleasure and our love, Brooke.”

  Then they were both between her legs, stroking into her pussy, her ass, licking her and sucking her. Each of them had a hand over one of her breasts, rolling her nipples between their fingers. She didn’t know where one ended and the other began, adding to the eroticism of the moment. Her body burned, ached, kept reaching for more and more. “Oh, god, please. Please, I’m coming again. Logan! Decklan! Please, I need you inside me. Please.”

  Bringing her down from her climax, Decklan lay down beside her, rolling on a condom and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe, stroking her breasts. Logan was over her, nestled in the cradle of her body and she felt like he’d been there a hundred times before. The head of his cock notched against her pussy. He coated himself and teased her before he slid inside and began to stroke steadily.

  When he was seated deep, bumping against her womb, he groaned, “You’re so tight baby, so hot. Please give me the strength to hold on.”

  Logan pulled from her after several powerful strokes and moved back. Decklan picked her up, rolling her into a straddle over his body. He settled himself at her entrance and thrust to the hilt hard and fast, leaving a burning pleasure as she worked to stretch to him.

  He went still, staring at her, touching her face and hair, “Brooke, oh baby I’ve dreamed of being inside you, of being allowed to hold you. There are no words.” He kissed her with aching gentleness and Brooke felt her heart stutter in her chest as he held her snugly to him. Pulling her head down, he told her, “We won’t hurt you, I swear it.”