by Lara Jones
Dylan stood and yanked the pillow away from her, chuckling when she screamed in outrage. “Because we want to be able to touch you.”
Mora slid to the side of the bed. “You can touch me with my clothes on,” she said and bent to pick up her shirt.
“Oh no you don’t, sugar,” Dylan said, whipping her shirt from her hands and catching the one Liam threw to him. “You’ll put this on.”
Mora grumbled under her breath when Dylan pulled the shirt on and buttoned up a few of the lower buttons before rolling up the sleeves.
Dylan chuckled as he stood back and took a look at her. “Liam’s shirt really shows how tiny you are to us. You look like a kid playing dress-up.”
Liam tilted his head to the side as he contemplated her. “I’d have to say that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, I love when you’re naked, but in that shirt, your nipples are playing hide-and-seek, and you can just see your dark pubic hair under the white fabric. If we don’t get out of this bedroom, I’m going to have her underneath me.”
Dylan chuckled. “Take her in the kitchen. I’m going to wash up, but I’ll be right in.”
Liam grasped her hand in his and pulled her out of the bedroom. “You got it.”
Chapter 12
Dylan leaned his shoulder against the kitchen doorjamb and watched the other two in front of the stove, making—he sniffed—French toast, his favorite.
Liam’s hand touched her every chance he got. Some of the touches made her squeal or giggle which brought a smile to his face. Others made her lean into him and rub against him.
She looked so small next to Liam as they stood at the stove. Liam looked twice as broad in the shoulders, and the top of her head was level with his clavicle bone. The shirt they’d put her in ended midthigh, leaving the rest of her legs bare. She was on the thin side, but after what she’d been through, it was understandable.
When he’d held her, his hands had spanned her waist, and he was able to touch his fingers together. He put his hands together in front of him, making a circle with his hands. Jesus, she was fucking tiny.
His hands dropped, and worry set in. Would she ever be able to take them separately, much less together like they preferred? They would expect one-on-one time with her, but they felt the closest facing each other with a woman in between them. One in her pussy, the other in her ass.
He bit back a moan at the thought of her being that woman. It might take time. They would need to condition and stretch her body to take them. A woman’s body was incredible the way it could stretch. It helped a lot that she liked the feeling of having her ass breached by them, and over time she would come to crave the sensation.
Her skin was incredibly soft. He could run his hands over her forever. It was very fair, which worried him. Every little mark seemed to show on her delicate skin. They would need to be very careful with her. The thought of bruises on her body sent a spike of anger through him.
If this guy Allister, Isabel’s brother-in-law, weren’t in prison, he would happily beat him until he couldn’t walk. He had cut the brakes in Mora’s car a few months ago, causing her to drive through an intersection and be T-boned by a truck. An accident that could have easily killed her. Instead, she’d come out with a bad concussion and a broken arm.
He moved in behind her and grasped her hips. He smiled when she jumped. “Hey, sugar, which arm did you break?”
Mora stiffened for a moment and then raised her left arm. She liked to put that day and the accident behind her. Not only because of the fear and pain but the other emotions that hit her.
She’d never admit to anyone but herself that for a split second as her car was hit by the truck, she’d been happy because she thought she’d be with her little boy again. Later, after she gained consciousness, she started to grieve like it was the day of her son’s death all over again.
They had to sedate her. Because of her concussion, her blood pressure had spiked dangerously, her pain had been extremely bad, but she hadn’t been able to stop the emotions from swelling inside her. “This one,” she said and swallowed back her tears.
Dylan tightened his hand when she tried to jerk away from him. “Easy now. I just want to have a look at it.” He gritted his teeth at the sight of pale scars from the accident. Someday they would be invisible, but for now, they were a reminder of what happened. “Do you have any residual pain left because of the accident?”
Mora shrugged as she looked at his dark hand wrapped around her upper arm. Jesus, his hands were huge, and the contrast of her pale skin and his darkness was disparaging. “I still get headaches.”
Liam caught her attention. “How bad are the headaches?”
Mora shrugged and frowned at Dylan when he wouldn’t release her arm. “I’ve had a few migraines, but they’re mostly just an annoyance. If they get bad, I would have to take medicine that knocked me out. If I feel one coming on and I take some Tylenol, I can lessen the severity of it, yet if I’m under a lot of stress, they get worse. I have a prescription that I take if I feel a migraine coming on. There was only once that I didn’t have my medicine, and I was away from home. I thought my head was splitting in two it hurt so bad.”
Liam looked over her head at Dylan. “We’re going to need to keep our eyes on her. I think we need to get more of that medicine, and you and I keep some with us, too.”
Dylan finally released her arm. She looked at first one and then the other, surprised and a little uncomfortable at the concern on their faces. Besides her brother and Isabel, she’d never had anyone else that cared enough about her. Having these two dropped into her life, she couldn’t imagine not having them there.
“If y’all don’t mind, I’m hungry.”
Dylan chuckled. “There’s our Texas girl again.”
Mora’s brows pinched together. “What do you mean by that?”
“Your Texas twang comes out sometimes, sugar.”
Mora stuck her nose into the air and sniffed with distain. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have an accent. You both do.”
Liam chuckled and turned back to the French toast. He’d let them fight it out. Those two were a lot alike when it came to arguing. He couldn’t understand how they could enjoy it so much. He was just glad Dylan had someone else to fight with besides him. For the fun of it, Dylan would start a fight about which show to watch on the television or what they should eat for supper. Now he would send Mora in to fight it out.
Supper turned out to be a great experience. Besides the bickering, they laughed a lot and talked about the funny or interesting things they’d had to do for their jobs.
Liam wiped his hands on a towel and grabbed hold of Mora’s hand, dragging her into the living room and pulling her down next to him on the sofa.
Mora rolled her eyes. “You could have just asked me instead of yanking me around, Liam.”
Dylan dropped down on her other side. “Yeah, like that would have worked.”
Mora gasped and turned toward him. “Shut up, Dylan. If it had been Liam who had asked, I might have. Now you on the other hand…”
Dylan pulled her face down across his lap and pressed a hand to her back to pin her there. “Do you want to repeat that sugar?” he asked as his hand slid under the shirt and over her ass, the threat clear in his voice and touch.
Mora tried to lever herself up, one hand on Liam’s thigh and the other on the floor. “Listen, jackass…dammit.”
Dylan’s hand smack down, one, two, three times. “Do you want to rethink what you’re going to say, sugar?”
Mora growled. “Actually, I don’t. Ouch…you bastard.”
Liam sighed loud enough to get both their attention. When they froze, he pulled Mora into his lap, ignoring Dylan’s protest. “Now you both need to listen. Dylan, have you not figured out spanking doesn’t work with her? And Mora, you’re antagonizing Dylan because you crave our attention, but don’t know how to ask. Am I correct?”
Dylan a
nd Mora looked at each other for a long moment then smiled.
Mora lifted her head. “I’m not going to say you’re not right, yet I’m not going to say you’re wrong either.”
Dylan snorted, and Liam sighed.
Liam looked at Dylan. “I think we need to come up with a better punishment.”
“That’s just bullshit, Liam…”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Mora sniffed. “Of course, you don’t, Dylan, you’re a barbarian.”
Liam bit back a chuckle at that. He’d often said the same thing to Dylan. “Dylan, why don’t you start getting her ready for a plug?”
Mora jerked against them. “Wait, what’s a plug? If you think you’re putting something in my mouth to shut me up, you’ve got another thing coming,” she growled between her teeth.
“Oh, sugar. It’s going to shut you up, but it’s not going in your mouth.”
A shiver raced down her spine at the devious sound of his laugh. Mora watched as Dylan stood and left the room then turned back to Liam. “Tell me what he’s talking about?”
Liam slid his fingers into her soft hair and raised her face to his. “I think it would be better to show you, honey.” His lips crashed into hers, and his tongue pushed in and instantly started tangling with hers, pulling a moan from them both.
The sweet way Liam talked to her but then the passionate way he kissed and touched her got her every time. She wouldn’t ever admit it to him, but the dominant way Dylan treated her made her hot, too.
Dylan chuckled when he caught sight of them. Liam’s grip on her was tight, but she didn’t seem to mind and was actually trying to get closer as his mouth ravished her.
Chapter 13
“Jesus, a guy’s gone for a minute, and the two of you go at it like rabbits.” He shook his head when neither acknowledged him. Fine, I’ll get their attention another way. He set the lube and plug next to him on the sofa before he gripped her legs and put one between his back and the sofa cushion, and the other he placed her foot on the floor, opening her up for what he planned next.
His fingers slid up her legs. His body clenched when he felt her cream all over her thighs. His finger slid into her before pulling out and pushing in two. Fuck, she was tight.
Mora tore her mouth from Liam’s. “Oh God.” Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of having her pussy filled.
Liam chuckled and looked down to see what Dylan was doing. He pulled the shirt up until he could see her breasts, palming one as he watched the show. His body tightened when he caught sight of Dylan’s drenched fingers as they slid out of her only to push back in.
Mora made a frustrated sound when they wouldn’t let her move, getting the friction she desperately needed. “Please?”
Dylan chuckled as he continued to slowly thrust in and out, keeping her right at the pinnacle before an orgasm hit her. “Liam, can you take over here while I get her ready?”
Liam’s hand slid down her stomach before he thrust two of his fingers inside of her.
Dylan reached for the lube and plug. “We want to show you what will happen when you’re a bad girl.”
A whimper mixed with a growl came from her throat. “I hate it when you talk like that.”
Liam laughed. “That’s a lie. You creamed my fingers when he talked.” He stopped his fingers inside her. “I want you to admit you just lied.”
“Liam, move your fingers.”
“Not until you admit the truth to us,” he coaxed.
“Grrrrr. Stop being such a prick…wait, stop, I’ll be good, put them back.”
Liam kept his fingers at the threshold of her pussy. “Admit you lied and apologize for calling me a name, and I will.”
Mora couldn’t control her body from wiggling. “I admit it.”
“And?”
Her eyes popped open to scowl at him. “I’m sorry for calling you a prick.”
Liam snorted. He would’ve believed her if it hadn’t come out sounding more of a threat. “You’ll stop calling us names…”
Dylan laughed.
“You’re not helping, Dylan,” Liam gritted out. “You’re going to stop, right?”
“Yes, I’ll do what you want if you’ll just put your fingers back,” Mora wailed.
Neither man believed a word she just said.
A moan flew from her mouth as Liam rammed his fingers back in, going as deep as he could. The fact that his fingers were as long and as wide as most men’s dicks crossed her mind. She almost screamed when his fingers stopped again.
She opened her mouth to blast him when she felt a slippery finger breach her ass, steadily going farther before pulling out. Dylan did this a few more times, adding lube generously. He had to stop his penetration on two fingers when he felt the beginnings of an orgasm try to take her.
“Nooooo. Please, please. I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t stop.”
“We’re just waiting for you to cool down a bit, sugar. We don’t want you coming just yet.” He slowly pushed his fingers in, stopping a few times when she tightened on him. “Here you go, sugar. You’ll like this. You still can’t come, but you being so revved up will help get the plug in.” Dylan pulled his fingers out of her ass then liberally lubed the plug and started to press against her asshole.
“Easy now. Just relax. Liam, play with her little clit. She’s too damn tight and fighting against it. Mora, you can’t keep me out, sugar. This plug’s going in you. It’s up to you if it goes in the easy way or the hard way.”
Liam pressed down on her clit with his thumb and moved it in slow circles as his fingers remained still inside her, his other hand paying attention to her breasts. “Let Dylan in, sweetheart. You’re going to love this. You’ll be begging us to fuck your sweet ass all the time.”
“No, I won’t. It makes me weak and shaky. What are you doing, Dylan? Liam, make him stop. It’s too much.” Their hands on her legs kept her from moving against him, driving the plug deeper even as she complained about it.
“You have your safe word. If you really think you can’t take this, use it,” Liam said before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Just a little more,” he said and kissed the inside of one of her thighs. “There we go. This might be the only way to teach you who’s in charge of you.” All three groaned when the plug was seated deep inside her. “How does that feel, sugar?”
“It’s stretching me too much, and it burns. I don’t like it, Dylan.”
Dylan snorted. “Right, that’s why your body’s drenching both our hands because you don’t like it.” Dylan looked up at Liam. “Think about how loud she’s going to scream when you work your cock into her.”
Mora looked at him. “Fuck you, Dylan.”
Dylan’s eyebrows rose. “Well, that didn’t last long.”
“Liam, goddammit, move your fingers.” She growled when they prevented her from moving. “You bastards.”
Liam’s teeth were clenched tightly together as need raced through him. His body was screaming for him to take her and to just lay beside her with his fingers stalled halfway up her pussy as she learned this lesson. This was going to end up killing him. He cleared his throat. “Honey, we know you’re frustrated. We are, too. We need you to learn that if you misbehave, this is what’s going to happen to you.”
“That’s just downright mean, Liam.”
“Just the spanking wasn’t working. We will let you come…”
“No, we won’t.”
“Shut the fuck up Dylan.” Liam took a breath. “We will let you come if can promise you won’t cause another uproar, at least for a little while. I’m saying that because I know it can’t last forever, and that’s okay. It’s part of who you are and we love that about you, but just know that every time, we will catch you and we will punish you.”
Mora’s eyes flickered as she tried to understand everything he was saying. The feeling of being full, the burn of her ass, and the way Liam continued to press on her clit was making a k
aleidoscope of colors whirl through her head, and all she could hear was her breathing and heartbeat. “I will.”
Dylan snorted.
“I swear to God if you don’t shut up, Dylan, I’m going to shoot you or, better yet, sic Dodger on you.”
Dylan smirked at first, but then thought about it for a second. He knew Liam wouldn’t shoot him, yet he wasn’t so sure about the dog. “Fine,” he grumbled.
“Would you guys shut the hell up and fuck me?”
Dylan leaned in close to her. “Sugar, you still haven’t agreed to be ours, yet,” Dylan said a simulated sweet voice. “We need you to understand that we’ve claimed you. That you know we can handle anything you throw our way. If not, we’re going to play a while longer…”
“Fine, goddammit. I’m claimed. Now make me come,” she demanded in a choked shriek as her body twisted as much as it could with both men holding her still. It was just too much. The need to come was so overwhelming that she would agree to whatever they wanted just to get the release she needed desperately.
Mora burst into tears. “Please. You’ve made my body so achy and my stomach so tight it’s painful. And not in a good way. Please, I promise to do my best to behave, I swear.” This was horrible. She’d rather get punched in the stomach than this any day.
Liam smiled gently as his fingers continued to pluck and pull at her nipples. “Oh, sweetheart. I do believe you. We just want you safe, and speeding is not safe.”
“I know,” she cried.
“I even believe you, sugar. Now we know what will work with you.”
“Yes, I don’t like this at all.”
“Now we’re going to leave the plug in for a while, but you get a choice since you’re being so good. Do you want us to push you over with our fingers, mouths, or cocks?” Dylan asked and pressed on the plug just because he liked the sound she made.
“Arrrhhh. Yes…”
Both men chuckled.
“All right then. Let’s get her into the bedroom where we can stretch out.”
Mora whimpered when Liam pulled his fingers from her and squeaked as he stood suddenly and walked to the bedroom.