“Poor kid,” she whispered. “This is his summer vacation, right?”
“Yeah, every summer, Peter, Carter, and I hand him over to Peter’s parents, where they take him to Texas to spend time out at my parent’s ranch. Carter’s parents vacation there, too, so they get to spend time with him. He loves it out there, with the cattle and horses, and all of his grandparents spoiling him rotten.”
“Colby told me last winter that his mother died.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, a couple days before Christmas, I found him sneaking around in my shop after you guys left. I thought he was a shoplifter at first, but the kid is fast. He ran out the back door before I could get my hands on him.”
“That little sneak. Peter, Carter, and I looked for twenty minutes for that brat.” Brice smiled, shaking his head.
“What happened to his mom?” Vanessa asked, wanting to know.
“Diana Wallace was never Colby’s mom. She may have given birth to him, but she was never his mother. There wasn’t a compassionate bone in her body. Colby has never known what it’s like to have a mom, and the guys and I are grateful for that, because that bitch was nothing more than a host.”
Shocked, Vanessa turned in her seat to look at the man driving. “I’ve never heard you talk this way. What happened?”
“Peter met Diana when we were all still in college. It was last semester before graduation, and Peter was head over heels in love. When Peter introduced Diana to Carter and me, I can admit that I liked her, too, but not Carter. From the very beginning, he felt something was off about her. According to Carter, she was trying too hard. When he voiced his concerns, well, Peter and I didn’t want to hear it, so Carter kept his opinions to himself until Diana showed her true colors. But it was too late by then. She was pregnant.
“At first we were all ecstatic, but she burst that bubble real quick when she informed us that the child she was carrying was Peter’s. She ensured it by charting when she was ovulating, and then made damn sure that it was Peter’s sperm, and no one else’s. Peter was furious, Carter left, and I wanted nothing to do with her anymore. I left soon after Carter, when she threatened to take the child and raise it on her own unless Peter married her. Peter refused to allow that to happen, so he did what he had to do to keep his son.
“Well, soon after Colby was born, Peter woke one morning to find Diana gone. She packed everything she owned, cleaned out Peter’s bank account, and just left. Peter was frantic until he found Colby asleep in his crib.”
“She just left her baby, just like that?” Vanessa may have not wanted children, but she knew she could never abandon a child that she carried for nine months. She wasn’t made that way, and just the thought of doing something like that pained her heart.
“Like I said, she was never a mom. Anyway, Peter tried to raise Colby on his own, and he did a damn good job, but he needed help. By the time Peter called us to come home, he had already filed for divorce, giving Diana everything she had wanted, except Colby. He stipulated in the divorce papers, she could have it all if she relinquished all maternal rights to their son. She signed the papers the next day. She never once tried to see Colby, and didn’t bat an eyelash when Peter, Carter, and I moved Colby here to Treasure Cove. We wanted a safe place for him to live, away from all the gossip. Well, when Colby was around two, we got word that Diana was killed in an accident. She died instantly, never knowing what a beautiful, loving boy she had.”
“So you, Carter, and Peter have been raising a small boy all on your own, all this time?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve heard Colby call all of you dads,” Vanessa said, softly wanting to know more.
“That was Peter’s idea. He said that if we were all going to raise him, then we were all going to be his dad.”
“Does Colby know Peter’s his real father?”
“I think on some level he does, but he’s never actually asked. We figure if he wants to know someday, then we’ll tell him.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’m okay with it. I love Colby as if he came from my own flesh. I couldn’t have asked for a better son.”
“Do you want more kids?” she asked.
“I never thought about it. But yeah, I do someday, with the right woman. I love kids, and want to do it all over again. I want the early morning feedings, the crying at night, the laughter and fun, everything that goes along with having a family.” Brice turned to smile at her, then added, “But if it doesn’t happen, I’m perfectly happy with Colby.”
Vanessa didn’t say much after Brice finished his story. She really didn’t know what to say. What pained her was that Brice someday wanted more children. Something she knew she couldn’t give him. It wasn’t that she couldn’t bear them, she just refused to give them a half mother. All her hopes and dreams with her three men slowly faded into the darkness of the night as if they never happened.
Chapter Three
River’s dreams of sexual gratification were finally coming true as the door to her apartment burst open. She laughed as she clung to the one she called the Professor. His strong arms held her tight against his body as she devoured his mouth. God, he tasted like sin and sex. She was drunk on his strength and power. Moving further into the living room, she heard the front door shut. She needed him now, wanted them all desperately.
“Bedroom?” Julio growled. River merely pointed to what she prayed was the right direction. Tightening her legs around the Professor’s waist, she ripped off her tank top and moaned as her nipples rubbed against his hard chest. She couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but she knew she was kissing the Professor, the nice one. The one who looked after her as his other brothers took care of the trash.
“Victor, this way,” Miguel stated.
River came up for breath and laughed as the two brothers quickly removed their clothes. Goddess help her, she prayed, hoped, and pleaded with her divine Goddess to give her enough stamina to handle these three men. After the bar fight, she had gotten to know the brothers and genuinely liked them. They were new to Treasure Cove, formerly in the military. They had told her that they were here visiting family, but River didn’t think to ask whom. She knew everyone from Silver Springs to Treasure Cove, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember anyone having three grown sons in the military. She was going to have to ask Vanessa in the morning, that is if she could walk, let alone speak.
Of course, it really didn’t matter who these men belonged to, because as of right now, they were hers, and she planned to use them in every way imaginable.
“Nice bed, River,” Miguel said as he shed his jeans, stroking his cock. River gulped loudly, getting the first look at what she had to work with tonight. She wasn’t disappointed.
Holy heavenly Goddess, the man was hung! Her mouth watered, eager to taste his delicious piece of chocolate. She continued to stare blatantly as the Professor put her on the bed, and then proceeded to remove his clothing. All of them were glorious to behold. All ripped and sculpted muscle, with bulging chest, trim waists, and powerful legs. Their caramel skin shimmered in the darkness of her room, as each of them stood at the foot of her bed, holding their enormous dicks. All were long, thick, and seeping pre-cum as they stared at her.
They made her feel like a tiny little rabbit about to be eaten by the big bad wolves, not that she minded. Hell, she wanted them.
“Strip,” Julio growled. Yep, they were the big bad wolves, she thought as her pussy tightened. River didn’t have to be asked twice. Swiftly removing what clothing she had left on, she scooted toward the middle of the bed and said, “I hope you’re hungry, boys, because I’m ravenous.”
River squealed as the three of them pounced on her.
Victor got her night of frivolity started by kissing her mouth. She learned quickly at the Rawhide that each of the brothers were different. They may look alike, but they were each separate individuals with their own way of handling things. Julio was the old
est, the one in charge, and dominant. His other brothers did what he said without comment. Miguel was the middle child, a loner, with a hit first kind of attitude. He was funny and didn’t take things too seriously. Then there was Victor, the baby of the group. He was gentle and sweet, preferring to talk than fight, but she suspected that if needed, Victor would be someone to reckon with. Separately they were intriguing, but together they were the perfect specimen of a man, and tonight, she was going to sample them all.
She responded, reaching down and grabbing Victor’s cock. Julio moved in closer behind her, kissing the back of her neck.
She moaned.
Julio reached around her waist and cupped her breasts. River broke off her kiss with Victor and turned to find Julio there, waiting. There was a fire in his eyes. A lust unlike anything she’d ever seen before. His lips captured hers fiercely, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
She felt another set of hands slowly moving up her calves, on her knees, between her thighs. The gentlest of touches, followed by the soft, warm feel of lips trailing after, spreading her legs slowly. River moved her tongue against Julio’s as Victor nibbled on her earlobe. River closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. The whole time, six hands explored her body. There was never a time when a hand was not on both breasts and both ass cheeks.
She was surprised by how intensely erotic it was for her. She knew this would be fun and exciting, but it was far more so than she imagined. She could sense their pleasure and fed off it. Slow tingles of excitement traveled aimlessly over her body, heightening everything the brothers were doing to her. Everywhere she felt, she was bombarded with eroticism, the need for more leaving her panting with desire. They were wicked, tentative, and determined to have their way. She had never been with such virile, dominant men, and yet, it felt as if they were right, this was right, as if the universe intended it to be this way.
Lost in their bodies, River reveled in the hefty feel of their hunger, delighted in their attentiveness, and felt like crying, for she had finally found men who knew how to handle her desires.
Needing more, River broke off the kiss from Julio and knelt in the middle of the bed. Surrounded by hulking men, she wanted to swoon over her good fortune. Instead, she grinned, and then took Julio’s cock in one hand and Julio’s in the other. She began slowly to stroke them. She looked up at Miguel and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. Then she took him into her mouth and started to suck his entire length nice and slow. Miguel let out a sigh of pleasure.
River switched to Victor’s cock. She did not neglect either of them, though, her hands stroking their cocks gently. She eventually turned her head and gave Victor a nice, long suck.
She noticed that Victor had the biggest cock out of the three of them. Julio was thicker, but Victor was at least an inch longer. Miguel was perfectly proportioned, long, yet thicker at the base. River turned back to Miguel’s cock, sucking it at a faster pace. Then she switched to Victor and then to Julio. She sucked all three of them for a long time in that fashion, getting to know each one of them. She loved the different feel, textures, and taste each man had. She knew if she ever got the chance, she would be more than willing to succumb to their pleasure again. Moaning, she said, “I so love sucking cock.”
“That’s good news, buttercup, because we love having you do it,” Julio said, fondling her breast. River smiled and released their cocks. She was ready for more, as Miguel laid her on her back. “Have you ever had three men, baby?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.” Victor grinned.
“But not too gentle.” Julio smiled wickedly.
Miguel climbed onto the bed and positioned his face between her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart. River moaned as he leaned forward and inhaled her. Her body was humming frantically, and just when she thought he would never do anything, he slowly began to lick her clit. “Oh, yes!” She moaned.
Miguel was a genius. The man knew what he was doing, as his tongue lapped and curled in the end, hooking the edge of her skin, before it popped out of her cunt. He would moan as his lips brushed against her sensitive clit right before his tongue would sink back into her depths. He was slowly torturing her, almost as if he were determined to keep her on the edge of a precipice, wanting more. She was drifting high above them, in a fog of sensuous energy, when Julio started sucking on her nipples. The contact of his warm lips sent her floating higher. He nipped and sucked gently, raising her core temperature. He, too, was keeping her on the edge, when Victor started sucking on her toes. Dear Goddess, no one had ever done that before. She worried because she was ticklish. But when Victor pressed hard on the soft pad of her foot as Julio bit her nipple and Miguel sucked on her clit, River screamed out. A rush of pure energy ignited deep within her, sending her soaring out into the cosmos.
Miguel sat up. He was ready and eager to fuck her. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her at the Rawhide Bar. She was nothing like any of the women he had ever seen before, so sure of herself and confident, with a whole lot of sass. Of course, that sass got her into trouble, but he knew it was nothing she couldn’t handle. However, he drew the line when the bastard hauled off and hit her. Something inside him roared, and before he knew it, he was pummeling the guy into the dirt. He’d never felt such protective urges before, and he still didn’t know what to make of them. After it was all said and done, and he knew she was going to be okay, he was pleasantly surprised that she accepted their invitation to sit with them. From that moment on, he was hooked around her little fingers. He wanted her, and he would have her. His only concern was, would she let them have her the way they wanted her?
Kneeling between her legs, he rubbed his aching cock. River was in a state of delirium as she writhed beneath him on the bed. God, she was beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her. She was smaller than he generally liked. Standing barely at five six, she couldn’t weight no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. But she had a firm body, trim waist, long, slender legs, and the prettiest set of breasts he had ever seen. They fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. Of course, he also believed that more than a mouthful was wasteful, but it looked as if that wasn’t going to be a problem. Moving closer, he rubbed the head of his dick against her swollen pussy lips, touching her clit lightly as she squirmed beneath him. Her pussy was pure heat, slick with her juices.
“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. “Yes, fuck me with your cock!”
Spreading her legs wider, Miguel slid his thick shaft into her heat slowly, giving her body time to adjust to him. He and his brothers were not small by any means. Gifted in the cock department, he and his brothers always found it hard to find a woman who could take them all. It wasn’t that they couldn’t get it in, it was how much a woman could take before she started screaming stop.
Moving gently, he enjoyed the warmth of her wet pussy. Her cunt gripped his like a vise, sucking him in deeper. He was only halfway in when she started to writhe furiously, arching her hips upward, to take him deeper. Miguel held onto her hips, holding her in place as he moved in another inch. “More, I need more,” she cried.
“Go for it, Miguel,” Julio stated, jacking off his cock, watching.
“More!” River screamed and bucked her hips up violently as his cock slid all the way into her. Miguel roared out as his balls touched her ass, his cock embedded deeply into her hot core. “Fuck!”
He was in. All nine inches of his cock was seated deep into her inviting cunt.
“Son of a bitch,” Victor moaned, stroking his cock hurriedly. “She’s perfect.”
“She’s ours,” Julio growled, moving down to her breasts. He started sucking the right one while Victor joined him, sucking on the left.
River started squealing as Miguel started moving faster. Her hot pussy clenched, sucking him in further every time he plunged. Her cunt was squeezing his dick so hard he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He was in ecstasy.
Miguel threw his head b
ack, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust forward. She was so small, so tight, and so fucking hot. His body clenched in anticipation. The pleasure of her core were so intense, he could feel his body gathering, gathering as he plunged ever deeper into her. She was everywhere around him, tightening, gripping him with her hot, velvety fire. She screamed out her release, and Miguel had no choice but to follow, as they exploded together in shattering intensity. His body shook, wracked with tremors as his seed shot out of him frantically.
Collapsing over her, he squeezed his eyes shut, preventing her from seeing the earth-shattering orgasm she gave him. She was a miracle, a treasure to behold, and she was his. No other would ever claim her.
“Damn, bro,” he heard Victor say. “You okay?”
“You just wait and see.” Miguel huffed, trying to catch his breath.
“Then move, dude.” Vic laughed. “Because it’s my turn to experience the promised land.”
Miguel sighed, moving off her warm body, switching places with Victor. Rolling onto his side, he turned her head. She smiled at him as he gently kissed her swollen lips. “You ready for more?”
“If your brothers are anything like you, I will always be ready.”
“Oh buttercup, we’re better.” Julio laughed.
It was his turn as Victor knelt between her legs. Aiming his cock at her entrance, he growled, “Holy shit,” as he slid his hard cock into her hot depths. She was slick with need, hot, tight, and so fucking soft. She gasped as he seated himself fully into her. Her finger grabbed his arms, her nails digging deep into his skin. Victor moved within with exquisite ease, trying not to bombard her. Miguel was no easy lover, though Victor knew his baby brother was as gentle as possible with her.
“What are you doing to me?” River cried as Miguel and Julio massaged her breasts, each kissing her damp skin.
“Claiming you,” Victor replied, the only thing he knew to say. Yet once the words were spoken, he knew deep within his soul, they were true. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, and she would be his. Victor now knew what his sister’s men meant when they said they claimed her. Though he’d only know River for a couple of hours, she was theirs. Their perfect match, the missing piece of their soul.
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