“Don’t.”
He turned his head so abruptly, he wrenched his neck. It was Curt.
He was leaning negligently against the doorframe.
Ignoring him, Adam turned back to the sink. “Don’t what?”
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“Good thing, then, that I know you so well.” Adam just gave his brother a humph. Undeterred, Curt continued, “You are jealous that Eric and I are getting on so well with Brianna.” A stern glare from Adam still didn’t put him off. “And you think we don’t want you with us.”
“Rubbish. I am just annoyed that the two of you have been taken in by a pair of soft thighs.”
Adam nearly stepped back at the vicious look from his brother. He had never seen him look that way before. “You can be such a bastard at times, but we’ve decided it is your turn to be with Bree, so Eric and I are going to do some night hunting.”
Curt turned to go, and Adam called urgently after him, “No!” His brother turned back. “What?”
“No. I can’t…I’m not…I don’t want her. It’s that simple.” The look of dismay coupled with amazement was too much, and Adam turned and stormed out of the building, stopping on the porch outside to rest his forehead against the upright beam. Hell. Why did I say that? Actually, he knew perfectly well why. He was scared to try having sex with Brianna again. Particularly as he knew she had been with both his brothers since his disastrous night with her nearly three weeks ago. He also knew she had enjoyed her lovemaking with Curt and Eric, and they had done it on more than one occasion. He just couldn’t try it again. The problem was her presence around the place since she had arrived there meant he was so much more aware of her.
Her scent, which was like mountain flowers, her lilting laughter when Eric told her a funny story, her squeal when Curt grabbed her from behind, her soft, luscious curves as she stood in the kitchen, her back to him.
A shriek of female laughter came from inside the house, and Adam’s heart twisted.
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picture. As he shifted, he saw Curt look in his direction and stepped back. He saw Curt continuing to look at the window, knowing Adam was there even if he couldn’t see him properly in the darkness.
His brother’s next action surprised Adam as Curt knelt down and took hold of Brianna’s legs, spreading them on either side of his body, pulling her flat on her back.
Her giggling was cut short and became a scream of uncertainty.
Adam watched as Eric stopped his playful antics and the game became a different one as Eric took hold of Brianna’s hands and held them down over her head. Adam cursed as that movement blocked his view of Brianna. All he could see was Eric’s back, but he then saw Curt nod at Eric to move to one side, and Adam’s lips narrowed. He guessed it was Curt’s way of saying, “This could be you.” Eric moved, sitting next to Brianna, holding her wrists in one of his big hands while, with his other hand, he reached over to fondle her breasts.
“Oh, God, Eric, that feels good,” she moaned. “But what about Adam?”
“Don’t worry about him. He’s busy,” Curt declared.
Wincing, Adam turned to walk over to the barn, but found he was frozen to the spot. He couldn’t move. Closing his eyes in agony, he leaned against the house. But he couldn’t block his ears from the sounds coming from within—Brianna whimpering and Eric panting.
He knew it was Eric because Curt was whispering, “You look so beautiful at the moment, my sweet, but you are going to look so much better after we have finished with you.”
“Both of you?” Brianna’s response was tremulous and somewhat fearful. Adam stood upright, ready to rush in and stop it if she wasn’t happy.
“Yes,” his middle brother stated. “Are you okay with this? You can stop it anytime. We won’t force you, but I promise you it will be amazing.”
“O–okay. I think.”
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“No, sweetheart. You have to be sure before we go any further.” It was Eric this time who talked.
“Maybe this will make your mind up.” Adam shook his head. He guessed Curt was showing her the outcome to his years of illicit lovemaking as Brianna suddenly groaned. The sound was so sweet and so full of arousal Adam had to turn back to the window to watch.
Curt had pushed her skirt to her waist and was kissing, or licking, or nibbling, Adam couldn’t tell exactly what, his way up her legs. As Curt neared her pussy, Adam heard Brianna’s groans turn to whimpers.
She cried, “Oh, God. Curt.”
“Is that good?”
“Yessss.”
Adam swallowed enviously. Part of him wished it was him.
“Hell, Bree. You are dripping.”
“What does that mean?”
“Silly. Don’t get worried. It’s good.”
Brianna queried his statement, “It is?”
“Yup, because it means you are aroused, and your natural juices are flowing.”
Oh, that’s what happens, does it?
She then yelped.
That wasn’t right, was it?
“Sorry,” apologized Eric. “I hadn’t realized your nipples would be that sensitive.”
“Twit. Of course they are if you bite them,” admonished Curt.
“You are just as inexperienced as Adam sometimes.” Eric huffed. “At least I make up for it in enthusiasm.” Adam heard Curt laughing. “You surely do, little bro. Take your clothes off now you’ve stopped.”
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and washed in the small waterfall, so each knew what the other looked like naked. He ignored Eric, therefore, and continued to watch Curt instead as he helped Brianna out of her clothes. Actually, he was watching Brianna. He hadn’t seen her naked, as she had gotten into his bed wearing her nightgown. He could see her breasts were as full as he had imagined from feeling them that night, but the sight of her luscious butt was almost his undoing as she turned, standing with her back to the window as Curt pulled the remainder of her clothes off.
He nearly didn’t hear Curt talking to her, so intent was he on the beautiful vision in front of him. “Bree, you look so sexy. I’m—
we’re—so glad you answered my advert.”
“All of you?” she queried softly. Adam knew she was unsure about him and tensed wondering what Curt’s response would be.
“Yes, even Adam. He just needs time to get to know you.” Do I? Will I ever get enough courage to take Brianna to bed again? He looked at the lovely line of her back, his gaze lingering on her butt, and watched as Curt pulled her down onto the rug again.
While his middle brother took his turn to shuck his clothes, Eric lay over Brianna kissing her. Adam watched enviously as Eric then moved down her body caressing her. When he touched her waist, she arched up. Adam guessed she did like being touched there, after all.
Curt had finished. “Come on, little bro, get off and lay on the rug.”
Adam watched intrigued as Eric lay down with his erect cock pointing directly upward. Hell, I hope Eric isn’t going to hurt her. But then he shook his head, remembering that both the brothers had made love to her since his disaster.
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enjoyment and something he hadn’t seen before that he couldn’t put a name to—maybe arousal?
Astounded by the view before him, he watched Curt, now naked, kneel behind her. Curt had something in his hand, but Adam couldn’t see what exactly, a jar of something. Frowning, he saw Curt dip his fingers into whatever the jar held. Adam’s eyebrows went into his hairline as Curt started rubbing those fingers into Brianna’s backside.
Holy shit!
A memory came to him of that woman from the brothel asking if he was going to take her front or back. At the time, he had no idea what she had been talking about. Since then he was aware of rumors of people having sex in their butts, but it was usually in relation to men. There being so many unattached men on the planet, it wasn’t surprising that many had made relationships. But he’d never heard of it being done to a woman.
He tensed. He knew what Brianna had suffered when he had taken her maidenhood and stepped forward, about to rush in and stop Curt from touching this new virgin area. Then his head took over from his heart. Curt was the one directing this, and Adam knew his middle brother was the experienced one out of them all. If he stopped them now or burst in, there was a strong chance that Brianna would get hurt, and he couldn’t let that happen again. He had deliberately stayed away from her to avoid that.
Reaching out instead to brace himself against the window frame, Adam watched Curt move behind Brianna, clasping her around the waist, stilling her movements on top of Eric.
“Curt, for God’s sake. Don’t stop her now,” cried Eric.
“Patience, little bro. Are you all right, Bree?” Adam saw her bite her lip and nod. But her expression showed her eagerness for this, despite her uncertainty. Curt then pushed her forward so that she was laying on hands and knees over Eric, who was trying desperately to push his butt upward.
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He watched as Curt soothed Brianna by running a stroking hand over her back, reaching around to fondle her clit.
“Jesus, Curt, watch where you are putting your hand.” Curt chuckled. “Don’t worry, little bro. I have no intention of touching you.”
Eric then reached up and plucked Brianna’s nipples, raising one full breast so he could suck it.
“Oh, that feels good.”
Eric lifted his head. “What Curt is doing or what I am?” She laughed. “Both of you.”
That made Adam wish he was part of it. He wanted to hear her declare what he did was good.
He knew the moment Curt breached her tight nether hole with his cock by the gasp coming from Brianna, and Adam tensed, but her following panting relieved him. When she started to moan as the two brothers began to move back and forth very slightly, Adam became aware of the hardness of his own dick. He wanted her so badly.
“You two have done this before, haven’t you?” he heard Brianna affirm. Looking at how easily they had accomplished this, Adam thought so, too.
Curt chuckled. “Actually, no, but Eric is a quick learner!”
“Hell, Curt. You didn’t tell me how tight she was going to be.
Jeez, Bree, please tell me we are not hurting you.” She laughed. “No, my love. I just feel full. I swear I can feel every inch of both of you. Ahhh, Curt, don’t do that.” Her strangled moan filled the air as Adam saw Curt wrap an arm around her body underneath her breasts and lift her upright so her back was plastered against his front. Her head lolled onto Curt’s shoulder.
Both men stopped. “Curt!” Eric cried. “It was going so well.”
“It’s all right,” Brianna panted rapidly. “It was just the way you both shifted inside me. Oh, dear God. I am dying. If one of you doesn’t make me come soon, I am going to kill you both and run off with Adam.”
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That startled the man standing on the porch watching. Run off with me! Why would she even joke about it when I scare her so much?
Curt snorted. “You’ll have to find him first. But your wish is our command.” And as he promised, Adam saw him move faster inside Brianna. After Curt’s upward stroke, Brianna dropped down onto Eric, who then began his upward stroke.
Adam listened as her whimpers got more intense. When Curt took hold of her breast and plucked her nipple between his fingers, he could see her body start to shake, her face showing what he would have called agony in any other circumstance. Then she arched her back, reaching to grab hold of Curt’s hair, and screamed her ecstasy loudly.
Leaning both hands on the wall, Adam was aware of a wetness in his trousers. He had come, too, just from watching.
Having had enough, he pulled himself upright and started to walk away to the barn where he had some spare pants. Behind him he could hear the dying embers of both his brothers’ climaxes, too, and he hated them for it.
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Chapter Thirteen
“He’s what?”
Brianna heard Eric ask this question as Curt came storming back into the house having gone outside to find Adam. It was the day after the two younger brothers had made love to her—together. She smiled at her reminiscence. If anyone had told her a few months ago that she would be having sex with two men, at the same time, that would involve sex in her backside and even more, and that she would love it, she would have fainted on the spot. She shifted to part her legs, realizing the memory had just caused her to cream and so she took in a calming breath.
They’d had such an amazing and wonderful evening that had started in the lounge but ended in her bed via the bathroom. She seemed to have had a permanent smile on her face since. This was only marred by the fact that Adam, her other husband, didn’t seem to want her. She sighed. That had brought her thoughts back to what Curt had just said, and her happy countenance diminished.
Curt’s face showed his disgust at his elder brother. “He decided to go off into the hills hunting.”
“What, now?” exclaimed Eric.
“Yup. He just lit out.”
“Couldn’t you stop him?”
“Stop Adam? Have you ever tried?” She almost laughed at Curt’s incredulity and Eric’s resigned expression to his question.
“Did he know what we did last night?”
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Brianna looked up startled. She thought he had gone to the barn, and felt somewhat embarrassed with the thought that he might have known what they had done, or worse, seen them.
“Yes.” She flushed at Curt’s emphatic response.
“What, you told him?” queried Eric.
“Nope. He was outside last night. I saw him looking through the window.”
Oh, God. It was worse than she thought.
“Why didn’t he join in?” Eric’s query echoed hers. “Did we scare him off? Surely not. This is our brave big brother we’re talking about, the one who braves fires and rampaging wilderbeast.” Neither brother looked at Brianna. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved that Adam had left or rejected that he clearly didn’t want her.
Actually, if she was honest with herself, it was both. She felt so much happier when he wasn’t around. She was more comfortable with the other two, but on the other hand, the fact that Adam didn’t want her hit her hard.
And yet, she had hoped over the last few weeks that he would want to get to know her more as she had him, although that was mostly from what his brothers had said about him, truth be told.
Adam might be surly, but she suspected underneath he was a deeply caring, sensitive man. She just wished he would give her another chance.
She cleared her throat, pushing aside her feelings of sadness and emptiness and that tiny bit of relief.
“Okay, so he’s gone. In the meantime, shall I make a plum-apple pie?”
The two men stared at her. She gave them a cheerful smile. It was hard to keep up the pretense, but she was wife to three—not just one.
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cook. The only time we got any decent food was if Adam cooked it or we were visiting town.”
“So how come you’ve got lots of plum-apples in the barn if you don’t make them into pies?” she asked, bemused.
“Ah, well. They’re Adam’s little vice. He loves them raw.” Eric looked resigned as he said that, as if he hated talking about Adam at all.
Shit. Her plan to make the brothers forget about the eldest by enticing them with food clearly hadn’t worked, so she used the age-old female instinct and moved to sit on Eric’s lap, since he was the one sitting down. He jumped but wrapped an arm around her as she said in a husky voice, “So what’s your vice?” Brianna was startled when Curt burst out laughing. She looked around frowning at him. Did I say something wrong?
He came over to her and stroked her hair. “I’m the one with the vices, my lovely.”
Pleased that they seemed to be forgetting Adam, she purred,
“Well, I’m coming to you next.” Turning back to Eric she squealed as he lifted her up and latched onto a nipple through her clothes. If Curt was the master of her ass, then Eric was the best with her tits. It was strange how much she enjoyed being with both brothers. She kind of thought she might prefer one man or the other to start with, but both of them brought different things to their relationship, Eric with his laughter and kind nature, Curt with his sexy cockiness and his deep need to be loved. But neither of them could look at her like Adam did when he thought she wasn’t watching, a look that sent electricity straight to her clit.
She didn’t get around to starting the plum-apple pie until much later.
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In fact, they never got to eat any. Brianna was just serving it when the sound of several horses splintered the air.
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