by Zoey Marcel
Brighton stepped near the couch and undid his fly. He still had his clothes on, but he pulled his semi-erect penis out. “Open up, baby.”
She circled the soft head of his fleshy cock with her eager tongue, feeling him swell and heat up in her mouth. When he was fully hard he pushed her head down, commanding her to suck on him. She sucked his hot dick, savoring the succulent taste of him.
Heller and Kale moved inside her. The longer they fucked her the more the tempo lost its flawless rhythm. She loved how into it they were.
Having Heller’s mammoth pecker in her channel was an intimidating force to be reckoned with. He stretched her uncomfortably, but freaking beast that he was, he knew how to use his weapon well in whatever hole he targeted.
Kale’s dick in her ass, while filling, was merciful by comparison. She absorbed every exhilarating thrust he gave her.
Brighton’s appendage was the smallest of them, but this time he pistoned into her harder than usual. Each battering thrust into her mouth bruised her lips, made them swollen with heat and probably rouged with erotic use.
Their sounds and behavior were the epitome of wantonness. Her own defeated noises of sexual hysteria were unrecognizable to her. Her cramped holes bore down on her G-spot, showing it no mercy. Scalding heat and anvil-like pressure took over. Her clit throbbed, her asshole fired with use, and her pussy ached in their possession.
“You’re so tight, babe,” Heller lulled to her through broken pants. “So soft and sweet.”
A blast of flames shot off in her like a cannon when her orgasm hit. The contracting and releasing of her womb went on and on in a devastating seizure that plagued her body with red-hot ecstasy. The ripples caused a sexual awakening in her body that blossomed into a flurry of feelings. She felt hot and light inside as pleasure streaked through her like a comet.
A mangled grunt caught in Brighton’s throat when her scream fucked his cock with the vibrating touch of sound. “Good girl. Come.”
Her fragmented cries were snuffed out by the thick, meaty girth of his erection. He hissed at her broken cries that reverberated on his hard, throbbing penis.
Her release shattered what was left of their control. When they came the sounds and violent movements were like a carnal riot. The uncontrollable writhing and fierce bellows were a primal chaos not to be missed.
Heller and Kale plugged into her orifices in deep, reaching thrusts that sent them over.
Brighton sprayed his warm, salty cum into her mouth in several powerful spurts. He fisted her by the hair. “Swallow all of it.”
His aggressive demands inflamed her. She swallowed his seed, burning with arousal and submission toward him.
On the way down, she was overtaken by shivers as though her body was covered in frost. Each scant touch of their warm fingertips on her skin registered as chill-inducing snowflakes to her hypersensitive body. Her womb still vibrated and a swarm of flutters rocked gently in her sopping pussy.
Their bodies singed her, their arms held her. She had no thoughts at the moment, just a feeling—a deep yearning that told her she couldn’t lose this.
Kale got up and a cool draft gave her a mild chill when it touched the sheen of sweat on her. He helped her off his brother, chortling at the way she wobbled when Heller’s prick released her. A rush of cream gushed from her channel. He’d worn a condom, but her enthralled body made its own messes whenever they were inside her.
“Oh my God!” a nasally voiced woman exclaimed.
Danielle looked up to see a brunette with long permed hair and scarlet-red lips shove two men out of her way so she could come over. It wasn’t someone she recognized.
“Who is that?” she asked.
“Rhonda Pritchett,” Kale answered.
Danielle arched a brow at him. “I didn’t ask for a last name. How very specific of you.”
“I only have eyes for you and Brighton,” Kale murmured.
“I know, Sir.”
For some reason the tinge of jealousy was weak at best. Danielle had to admit she was better-looking than the loud brunette strutting toward her. Even so, she knew Kale was wholly hers and Brighton’s. She felt secure in that. Something about standing in front of Sir’s ex and being able to offer her a friendly smile without clinging to her man and snarling “My precious” felt empowering to her, like she’d grown as a person because of Kale. Their pasts couldn’t touch them.
“Um, hi,” Danielle said.
Rhonda stood in front of her. “Where did you get this pretty shiny? Oh my God.”
“I got it from the adult store in town.”
“Get out.” Her arm stung when Rhonda slapped it excitedly. “You’re kidding me?”
“No.”
“Was this recently?”
“Yeah, actually, just yesterday.”
“No way. Well, I’m just gonna have sashay my fanny down there and get myself one.”
Danielle peeked down at the chain glittering against her skin. “You should. It makes me feel like a goddess.”
“I know. Shimmer, shimmer.” Rhonda dangled the chain. “Oh, look at them sparkle!”
Her friendliness even with Kale standing there didn’t feel restrained or fake in any way. Rhonda genuinely seemed more about the jewelry than flirting with her man.
“The breasts aren’t bad either.” Rhonda bellowed out a strange laugh that was kind of infectious.
Her fingers briefly touched Danielle’s boob as if to let her know where the body part in question was located. Danielle couldn’t really judge her when she’d just been getting it on in public with her men.
“Well, back at you.”
“You like these, huh?” Rhonda grabbed her own tits. “That one did, too.”
“Really?” Danielle shot a mock-chastising look at Sir.
Kale frowned. “I prefer yours.”
“Look at him squirm.” Rhonda grinned, patting her arm. “You’re fun. I think he likes you.”
“Well, I hope so. He’s my fiancé and my Dom.”
“Congratulations!” Rhonda hugged her.
Oh wow. I’m naked in public being hugged by Sir’s ex. Perfectly healthy, perfectly normal.
Danielle’s lips parted when she saw Cole McAlister standing near the open office, talking with Shane Huntington. Had he seen her getting triple penetrated?
Rhonda pulled back. “To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember his name. I think he was born Sir.”
Danielle pulled her attention from Cole back to Rhonda. “You were Kale’s sub?”
“Play partner.” Rhonda waved her off. “We did a couple of scenes together. It wasn’t anything serious. I’ll leave you four lovebirds to coo and cuddle. I’ve got some sparkly sex jewelry to buy. Enjoy your life, blondie.”
The comment tickled her funny bone. “Thanks. You, too.”
Rhonda headed toward the front door.
Kale drew closer to Danielle and pulled her against him. “I’m sorry if that was awkward for you.”
“Well, it was different, but I’m okay, Sir. I know you love me.”
He held her close and breathed in her hair. “Completely.”
She pulled back a little and gave him a sly look. “You like my laugh better than hers, right?”
“God, yes.”
The abrupt way he responded and the sudden widening and rolling of his eyes made her giggle.
Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Cole leaving. He looked urbane and distinguished in his long gray coat. All his coats were long. She loved the way he dressed, the way his wavy black hair sometimes got curly wisps in the front when he’d been out in the rain, always without an umbrella. She loved the bottomless depth and the unequaled way his steel-gray eyes could burnish through people’s masks and see them as they really were. She admired his sardonic wit, his staggeringly intelligent mind, and that panty-melting posh accent of his cradled in darkness and silken sensuality.
She remembered the feel of him inside her, the smell of his skin and musky co
logne, the hot rush of his kiss.
Her soul stirred when she realized she just loved him even after all these years, everything about him. She kept telling herself she didn’t and how nice it would be that they could be brother and sister, but she knew it was a lie.
Cole walked by, head turning in her direction. Something passed through his stormy eyes when she met his gaze, like he hadn’t expected her to be watching him. It wasn’t nervousness. He was too collected and on top of his game to ever convey anxiousness. It struck her more as surprise that someone had gotten through to him. He was normally the one who stirred emotions in people or rattled them with his unabashed frankness.
Strangely, his focus was on her face rather than her naked body. His reason didn’t seem to be propriety. More like remembering.
Slowly, he looked where he was going again. He was a man of strong willpower apparently, or maybe he just didn’t give a damn that she was nude. She wasn’t exactly the same pants size that she’d been back then when they’d slept together.
As he passed, his eyes flickered briefly back to her, this time roaming discreetly in places that were so not her face. Her clit throbbed. Nectar streamed from her snatch.
Cole pulled his eyes away and kept walking, but she swore she saw a small smile tug his lips.
A giddy surge of endorphins flowed through her. Cole McAlister might be a man of strong willpower, but he was definitely still a man.
Did that man still love her, or was his heart lost to Tracy back in England?
* * * *
Heath Brodie knew his funeral when he saw it. The death of him came that Saturday in the form of a big old surprise engagement party at his father’s church. He saw the McAlisters’ cook, Trudy, yapping away at everyone she encountered and he just knew she was responsible for this horrendous twist of fate.
Did his dad know just how many men his fiancée was actually engaged to? Did he know about Heller?
Heath made his way through the crowd to go politely kill Trudy, but someone with turquoise gelled hair stopped him.
“There’s the happy groom.” Percy Gibbons stood in front of him with a clipboard and had a pen behind his ear.
Why did he have those things?
“What do you think of the romantic ambiance?” he asked.
“It’s great. What are you doing here?” Heath didn’t let Trudy out of his sight.
“I’m the wedding planner,” Percy said proudly.
“What?” Heath’s head jerked toward him. “I thought Danielle was planning the wedding. Did she hire you?”
“Not her.” Percy took the pen from behind his ear and pointed at Trudy. “That one.”
Heath glowered at her as she came floating over with way too much shameless joy. “What did you do?”
“I know.” Trudy placed a hand on his arm, surveying her surroundings with pride. “Isn’t it wonderful? No need to thank me.”
“Trudy—”
“Okay, maybe just a little. I won’t stop you.”
Percy grinned, peeking down at his clipboard as he stepped closer to him. “Okay, listen up, lover boy. We need to talk about what kind of seating arrangement you want.”
“I’m sorry. Would you excuse me for a minute?” Heath asked. “Trudy and I need to discuss something.”
“No problem. When you get back we’ll talk about where you want the bikers to sit at the reception,” Percy told him.
“Bikers? What the hell are bikers gonna be doing there?”
“Well, Heller and Kale are gonna be there, so I figured you wouldn’t mind a few of their friends showing up,” the guy explained. “Why have just two bikers when you can have a whole mess of them?”
“This is my father’s fucking church. I don’t want any bikers here.”
“Oh, fine.”
“Heath swore!” some brat chanted.
“It was an accident.”
“He said the mother word!”
“Get out of here,” Heath snapped.
The boy scampered off, cackling like a buzzard.
“So just Heller, Kale, and Bear, then?” Percy asked with a self-interested grin.
“We’ll see. Trudy, a word.” Heath led her by the arm a few feet away. “What the hell is all this? I thought we were just gonna have a wedding.”
“Silly, I had to throw you an engagement party. Greta insisted we have it in your father’s church to make you happy,” Trudy said.
“I haven’t told him I’m engaged yet. How did he find out?”
“You know, I’m not sure. You can ask him when he gets here. Oh, there he is. Pastor Brodie!”
Heath tried to shut her up, but his father was already on his way over.
“Look at your boy all surprised at his own engagement party. Isn’t he adorable?” Trudy patted his cheek.
Malachi smiled and shook his hand. “Congratulations, son. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Heath blinked in confusion. His dad must not know about Danielle’s multiple fiancés or he wouldn’t be so happy for him. “I was going to. Trudy beat me to it.”
“You’re welcome,” she said happily. “I’ll let you two fellows have a moment. That’s not how you hang a streamer, idiot!”
Trudy marched over to the teenagers goofing off while trying to fix a fallen blue streamer.
Heath cleared his throat, giving his dad a nervous smile.
“Your bride seems very charming,” Malachi said. “Is she of the faith?”
“Um, what?”
To his mortification, Percy waltzed over and then put a hand on each of them. “Good afternoon, preacher. I assume you’re going to be the one to do the ceremony at your boy’s wedding.”
“No!” Heath blurted.
Malachi’s features quirked.
Percy frowned. “But he’s your daddy.”
“I didn’t mean any disrespect, but he might prefer to sit back and watch the whole thing,” Heath stammered.
“I would be honored to lead your ceremony for you,” Malachi offered, “unless you don’t want me to.”
“Like, why wouldn’t he?” Percy rubbed their backs.
Malachi looked down at him, arching a brow. “How do you know my son?”
Percy smirked. “I’m the wedding planner.”
“Well, you did a beautiful job with the decorations,” Malachi said.
“Thank you.” Percy glanced over at the table. “Hang on. Kids, those nuts are a garnish! They’re not for throwing!”
Malachi had a look around the sanctuary while standing there. “I have to say some of the people on your guest list surprise me.”
Heath scratched his head, the stress building. “Really? Why is that?”
“Well, for one, there’s the joker.”
He looked over at whom his father nodded toward, relieved that it was Brighton McAlister and not some Batman villain mascot that Trudy had surprised them with.
“I didn’t realize you were acquainted with the McAlisters.”
“Danielle is. I met them through her.”
Heath forced his widened eyes to relax when he spotted David McAlister with his arm around Danielle. Before Malachi could look back that way, Heath guided him somewhere else. “Uh, you don’t have to stay. It’s not like it’s the wedding.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I flew to Kansas for your brother’s wedding. I’m not going to miss your engagement party.” Malachi glanced around. “I haven’t seen Sean anywhere.”
Heath held up his hands. “I had nothing to do with this party. I’m sure Trudy invited him. It looks she invited almost every person I know.”
“He’s probably packing,” Malachi said quietly.
“Packing?”
“He’s leaving for school soon.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I mean it’s great for him, but I’ll miss him.”
“So will I. It won’t be the same without him.” He wondered if he imagined the forlorn look in Malachi’s eyes behind the faint smile.
Heller Enos wa
lked in just then with a baffled look on his face.
“You know what? I’m gonna go see how Danielle’s doing.”
“Heath!”
Fuck my life.
Heath exhaled in frustration when Heller walked up to him and plopped a hand on his back.
“You thoughtful little weasel, throwing me a surprise engagement party.”
Malachi looked at him curiously. “You’re engaged as well?”
Heath felt Heller’s eyes burning into his skull. “Sure am. Tell him, Heath.”
“He found his old woman,” Heath said meekly, trying to slip away.
Heller snickered, pressing firmly down on his shoulder and tugging him back. “Old lady.”
“Congratulations,” Malachi said. “I assume you’ll be Heath’s best man?”
Heller turned his head and narrowed his eyes on him. Heath wouldn’t look at him.
“He’s my best friend. Who else would be my best man?” Heath stepped out of the light hold. “I’ve got to talk to Danielle.”
“I’ll keep your father company, cowboy,” Heller said bitterly.
Heath didn’t trust that tone. “Actually, Percy needs to talk with you about seating arrangements. It sounded important.”
Heller looked daggers at him.
Malachi wandered off into the crowd.
Heath gulped and walked away quickly. He needed to get David away from Danielle to keep his dad from asking questions.
“Trudy, you’re doing what I told you not to do,” David said with faux criticism.
“Nonsense. You said I couldn’t plan the wedding. I didn’t. I only arranged this little shindig. Percy is the official wedding planner.”
“Are you using him as a pawn?” he asked.
“For shame, sir. The mere idea.”
“Uh-huh.”
Danielle smiled at her. “You did a great job, Trudy. Everything is breathtaking.”
“Thank you, Danielle,” Trudy said sweetly while squinting at David.
Heath touched his fiancée’s arm. “Hey, sugar. I need to talk to you.”
“What about?” Danielle petted his arms. “Didn’t Trudy do a lovely job?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty slick. Listen—”
“Heath Brodie! Bless my soul!”
Greta, one of Trudy’s friends and a member of his father’s congregation, flew at him, hugging the crap out of him. She was a friendly older lady and a busybody he needed to keep in the dark about how many partners Danielle had.