by Zoey Marcel
“You taste so good.” His voice came out predatory and hoarse.
Brighton began rolling her breasts and squished them in his hands.
Heath tickled the sensitive pucker of her starburst.
David flicked his tongue against her hard sex button and then dragged it through her creamy vulva.
Heath’s pinky teased the tiny rosette of her anus, feeling cold and slick with lubricant. “Ease up, sugar.”
“Okay.”
David rubbed her clit to the edge and stopped, leaving her insane with lust, clouding her judgment with the aching need to finish, reminding her that he held that control over her. She wouldn’t come until he wanted her to.
Brighton seasoned her breasts with warm, humid kisses that made her nipples tingle.
“Are you close, pumpkin?” David asked.
“Very close.”
“Remember to ask before coming.”
“I will.”
His grunt was primal, singing of his most basic needs.
“You’re so fucking tight back here.” Heath’s deep growl was purely carnal, sounding more animal than human.
David’s voice came out in a sultry rasp as he lifted her pelvis. “Cream all over my tongue.”
Danielle bucked when David penetrated her vagina with his tongue.
Heath twirled his finger around her asshole before splitting her cheeks and diving in with the digit. She squealed as the rush of hot darkness clouded her mind.
More fingers joined the first in her anus and brought her discomfort she reveled in while David pampered her with indulgent sensations in her twat, and Brighton sipped her nipples while smashing her breasts together to render his naughty task that much easier. It was unreal.
She tensed, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the approaching climax. “I can feel it. Is it okay if I come?”
“Come all over my tongue, Danielle.” David lapped and suckled her clit like a madman who had found water in a desert.
Danielle screamed as her orgasm crashed through her without mercy.
On the way down, she lay trembling in Brighton’s arms with David smoothing his hands up and down her thighs, and Heath working the anal dildo in and out of her bum to loosen her up back there.
“She’s ready,” he said.
David and Brighton moved over, and Heath rolled her onto her belly. He dropped a reassuring kiss on her neck before nestling his protected dick into her crevice. When he found her rear entrance, he pressed against the dip until he made headway. It took a while of him caressing her and speaking calm, comforting words of encouragement to her with each incremental advancement and necessary retreat of his erection.
“It burns.”
“I know. I’ll be gentle, sugar.”
She smothered a pained outcry when his erect penis finally cleared her sphincter and packed her bowels completely. They rested a minute before he began easy, cautious strokes into her snug rectum. The pain mellowed to the expected discomfort, but the unnatural feel of a cock tunneling in her ass felt surprisingly good.
She was glad Heath got to be the one she gave her anal virginity to.
“Are you ready for us?” David asked.
She nodded, exhaling deeply at the sublime feeling of being stuffed. Could she actually get another erection into her vagina while she had one lodged up her butt?
David lay on his back and slid underneath her when she straddled him. He aligned the crown of his sheathed dick to her cunt and pushed. His gasp was dark and hot, eyes like almonds and raging with lust. They hypnotized her, left her paralyzed by him as he inched deeper into her.
“Damn, I won’t last. You feel too tight and good,” he rasped.
Danielle reached behind her and glided her hand over Heath’s face, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. She felt the corners of his lips gather up into a heartfelt smile, and it moved every meaningful place inside her when he kissed her fingertips.
She then ran her hands over the trim ridges of David’s lithe muscles, admiring his lean, sinewy frame. She hoped she managed to give them all equal attention and still got a chance to enjoy herself. She’d hate for anyone to feel left out or to feel too clinical and stressed about giving them pleasure to fully compute any for herself.
Brighton moaned when he slipped his cock into her mouth.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” Heath murmured softly against her skin, finishing his sentence with a doting kiss behind her ear.
She shivered and steadied herself when they all began to move inside her. Heath’s strokes were long and deep, but he was ginger about the pace to keep from hurting her.
David groaned in pleasured torment as he pistoned into her without a second thought. The way he stretched and filled her so entirely as he plunged in and out of her would have utterly demanded her attention. Having another dick stuffed in her ass and cramming both orifices even tighter against each other pushed her to heights of delirium.
Brighton’s cock blocking her mouth shut choked out her pitiful cries of salacious hysteria.
She wanted to escape the tremendous pressure bearing down on her G-spot, yet at the same time, she craved the inevitable climax she sensed was coming. Somehow Heath’s erection stimulated her hot spot, too, even though he was screwing into her ass.
The orgasm was intense when it came. She saw colors behind her eyes, shooting off like fireworks against a blackened night sky. Clutching their rigid cocks fiercely with her uncontrollable spasms snagged boisterous screams from her.
Brighton cried out in harsh gasps as her frantic sounds reverberated on his hot, silken flesh.
No sooner had that explosion ended and a softer, equally detrimental finale enveloped her, this one gentler in nature. Sultry ribbons of ecstasy rippled through her in recurrent waves of hot electricity. A vaginal orgasm after having just had one would have been overpowering enough, but David’s shaft grazed her clit in just the right place at exactly the right moment and set her off. Tiny sparks fired on the fleshy nubbin like a piston and strengthened the severity of her formerly soft climax. This duo of pleasure was a mind-altering combination of soft and hard, enduring and fast as it swept her body up in flames that devoured her from the inside out.
Heath and David let out strained grunts and bellowed with forceful jabs deep inside her. The slight edge of pain through her storm of rapture heightened her gratification to a level that shocked her. They came almost in unison, but Brighton hadn’t yet, so she just kept sucking him while whimpering helplessly in the aftermath and quaking violently with cold shivers of delight.
David’s hands on her breasts made her sob in blissful agony, and Heath’s breath on her skin and the loving way he cuddled her melted her heart.
Brighton’s breaths came out in short, jagged gasps. He pulled out of her mouth before reaching the crescendo and jerked himself off, ejaculating warm, pearly jets of cum all over her tits.
“Damn,” he breathed through a chortle.
She grinned, wondering why they lingered with her. “That was amazing. Thank you, boys.”
“Thank you,” they said in unison.
After Heath pulled out of her bottom, she ejected David’s cock from her snatch and then got up.
“What about cuddle time?” Brighton whined.
She paused. The other two men looked at her with the same expectation.
“Where are you going?” Heath asked.
David patted the mattress.
Smiling, she returned to the three men and let them pull her into their arms. They lay with her for a few minutes, mostly in silence, but occasionally murmuring sweet endearments to her.
She wasn’t used to it. Cash and Gavin hadn’t really been cuddlers, and doing so with them wouldn’t have felt right anyway since her feelings for them hadn’t ventured much beyond skin-deep.
Lying in the loving comfort of a strong man’s arms, or surrounded by three caring studs like she was, made her realize how badly she’d missed snuggling and being intimate with some
one beyond sex.
For a fleeting moment, she ached when she thought of Cole McAlister, the middle brother who now lived in London. The man whose heart she’d broken. To this day she still regretted walking away from him when he’d offered her the world. It had been the biggest mistake of her life.
She was thankful to pieces that she’d gotten a chance to show David and Brighton how much she loved them. However, she worried that if Cole ever came back to the States with a bride on his arm, her heart would shatter. How could she pretend to be happy for him when she would be dying inside?
He’d been over in the UK for a decade. The odds of him moving back now were extremely remote. She decided not to drive herself crazy worrying about it. Really, what were the odds that he would ever come back to South Dakota?
* * * *
Danielle walked with Heath through the tall grass that swayed gently in the cool, dusky breeze. The way the sunset cast its vibrant glow and smoky shadows on the grasslands made it look like gold.
“So what did you think?” she asked him, mildly timid.
He wore an easygoing smile. “It was fun.”
“It was.”
“You came pretty hard.”
Her body bloomed with heat. “It was wonderful. I’m glad you were the first back there.”
His salacious smile was at odds with the softer look of reflection in his eyes. “It meant a lot to me.”
They strolled through the grass in silence for a minute.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You seem quiet, bothered by something. I don’t know.”
He kept focused on the ground, coming to a slow stop. “Can you do this?”
“What?”
He faced her. “No strings attached.”
Her hopes plummeted. “Is that what this is?”
“It is for somebody.” He gazed off through lidded eyes at the setting sun, almost a squint. “This multiple-partners thing, that isn’t me. I commit to one person at a time and when it’s over I walk.”
She peeked down through her eyelashes. “Is that what you’re gonna do when you’re done with me?”
Heath peered down at her when she lifted her eyes to his. “I don’t have to. I like you, Danielle.”
She smiled and took his hand in hers. “I like you, too.”
His attention returned to the blazing sky of red fire and violet. He shook his head once. “It’s more than that. I feel something…something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
She couldn’t breathe. “You care about me?”
“A lot.” He trapped her in his sepia gaze. “I can see this becoming something serious, but not like this. Not with them.”
Hope imploded on itself. Well, there went that.
“You want me to yourself?”
He sealed her hand between both of his. “I know you have feelings for them, and I won’t stand in your way if that’s what you really want, but I don’t think that’s all you want. You came back to me for a reason. I don’t mean any of that destiny crap. I mean you made a choice to reconcile with me so we could see where this leads. I want to know.”
She leaned into his hand brushing against her cool cheek, consumed by his powerful words.
“You’re different, Danielle. I’m sure you’ve probably heard that before from a thousand losers out for pussy, but it’s more than that for me. I’m different. You’re different. Sometimes I think you might be the one.” He turned his head. “I’m not gonna tell you I love you and fuck this up before it even gets started, but something about this doesn’t feel the same as it did with the other women. It doesn’t feel like hope. It feels…right, like maybe you were meant to be my forever home.”
Her heart melted, and she lunged for his mouth with hers. He kissed her back, snickering as he broke the kiss.
“I like your enthusiasm. You don’t have to answer right away, though. Spend some time with me, keep seeing them, but in the end, you’re gonna have to make a choice, me or them.”
The rising sensation that felt like she was soaring in the clouds on wings died in an instant. She had to choose between the men she loved and the cowboy she felt like it would be a mistake to walk away from in spite of their torrid young romance.
“Take your time.”
“Heath, I’m flattered and overwhelmed, but what you’re asking is…I don’t understand.” She shook her head, blinking fast and avoiding eye contact with him. “You just shared me with them, and you said you have no problem doing it again in a casual context. How is a permanent ménage any different?”
“Because I’m not gonna share you.” He cupped her jaw, cradling it in his hand, and made her look at him. “And I’m damned sure not gonna be your second or third choice. You’re either mine or theirs. You can’t have it both ways. I don’t want that. I wouldn’t ask you to let me bone a bunch of other women. If I commit to anyone, they have to commit to me back.”
She gulped down the pain swelling in her throat. “I understand.”
“Anything goes until then, but the second you set a date with them or start planning your wedding, I’m gone.”
It shouldn’t matter. She knew she shouldn’t care. But she did.
“You won’t change your mind?” she whispered miserably.
“I’m being straight with you. I want you, Danielle, but I want all of you or none of you. I’d rather walk than get one little piece of you.” He shook his head with such subtlety it barely moved, giving a fleeting arch of his brows. “I won’t budge on this.”
Danielle heaved a weighty exhale, mind racing in confusion.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She wiped her nose on the back of her hand and sniffled. “Allergies, I guess. I’ll make a decision, just not tonight.”
“That’s fine.”
She hoped and prayed that somehow during the time span of her mulling a decision over, Heath would change his mind. As it stood right now, she leaned more toward David and Brighton since she’d known them longer and they were actually willing to share her indefinitely.
But seeing Heath walk away from her later that night after he said good-bye struck her with intense pain. If she were to choose the McAlisters over him, he would walk away from her, only that final time, he wouldn’t come back.
Chapter Twelve
Cole McAlister sat calmly in his armchair, facing his best mate as the phone rang incessantly.
Peeking up from blowing on his tea, Owen Tracy threw him a questioning glance. “Are you going to get that?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” Cole closed his eyes, forming a teepee with his hands as he listened to the annoying chime of the phone, almost as grating as Brighton was when he wanted something and wouldn’t rest until he got it.
“Who is it?”
“Brighton.”
“That’s the youngest of your brothers, isn’t it?”
“Mhm. He’s been calling me at all hours of the day and night beseeching me to come home. He seems to forget we’re in different time zones now.”
A few more rings resulted in Owen rolling his eyes and setting his teacup and saucer down abruptly on the round table next to him. “Oh, for God’s sake.” His mate walked over and then answered the phone. “Hello?”
Cole heard Brighton’s ebullient tone from where he sat next to a standing Owen. “And who is this? Is my brother gay now?”
Owen blushed, clearly mortified. “What?”
Cole smiled slowly.
“No. I’m his mate.”
“I knew it! Now see here, you classy-sounding dude. You may think you’re his soul mate, but—”
“Good Lord. We’re not lovers. I’m his best friend.”
Cole waited for the long, drawn-out response, flipping his hand in a formal gesture when it came.
“Oh. That’s great. Wait a minute. Cole has friends? Is he paying you?”
Owen smirked. “No. I associate with him of my own accord.”
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br /> “Wow. Really? That’s wild. Can you put him on?”
Cole held up a dismissive hand when Owen extended the phone to him.
His mate put it back to his ear again. “I’m sorry. He’s not available at the moment. Can I take a message?”
“Ha! He’s sitting right there, isn’t he?”
Cole drank his tea, focusing straight ahead. It was an invigorating, overcast day. He always appreciated a steel sky with plenty of rain.
“He…” Owen looked down at Cole and shrugged with his upturned palm for a sense of direction.
“You hesitated,” Brighton said.
“No, I didn’t,” Owen said quickly.
Cole set the china cup back down on the saucer before placing it on the table.
“I heard that teacup! Damn it, this is important. Put the hermit on.”
Cole held out his hand in reception and Owen shoved the phone at him.
“Brighton, how refreshing to hear your voice again. It’s been so long since we last spoke.”
“Very funny, smarty-pants. When are you coming back over here for a visit?”
“You saw me recently.”
“Yeah, try five years ago. That’s not exactly recent.”
“Five years, is it? Time flies by fast.”
“Not when you’re irritated with your freakin’ brother.”
Cole smiled a little. “I can’t relate.”
“How have you been, buddy? Are you good? I’m good. How about you?”
“Fantastic.”
“Damn. Then I’m doing excellent.”
“Oh, excellent now, is it? I’m doing superb.”
“Oh yeah, well…”
Cole took another sip of the tea, enjoying the fact that his vocabulary was far more extensive than his brother’s.
“Enough of that. Tell me what’s been going on. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Uh-huh, and how is your sex life?”
Owen choked on his scone, looking like he wanted to laugh. He must be able to hear Brighton’s mouth. Not surprising really.
Cole’s brow furrowed, lips stretching in a tickled smirk. “And this concerns you why?”