Sean brushed her cheek, and she opened her mouth, releasing him. He bent over and kissed her head then slid down, nearly boneless, beside her.
A second mental fist pump for sucking the energy right out of him.
“Brit.”
Her nickname on Noah’s lips drew her attention. She met his gaze and knew she needed one more thing, right then and there, and she dared to demand it.
“Noah, I need your cock inside of me.”
“Now that is a happy coincidence.” He crawled up her body, a slow and steady prowl that made her nipples draw tight in anticipation. He kept coming, not stopping until he impaled her, burying his cock in her to the root.
“Put your arms around me and hold on. I’m going to reverse our positions so Sean can play with your ass.”
Brittany grabbed him close and found herself on top of him. She might be missing her foot, but she had two good knees. She settled on top of Noah, her hands on the bed on either side of his head.
“Gimme.” She lowered her head, and Noah rose up, closed his lips over hers, and shared her essence with her. I taste a bit different on Noah. The thought fled as the reality of his cock inside her became her focus.
She moved on him, riding, meeting his thrusts, and when he drew her down so her head was on his chest, she snuggled in, ass in the air, and moved with him in their private sexual dance.
She felt Sean draw closer. “Ever had anal sex, baby girl?”
“No, never.” She looked up at Noah then over to Sean. “But I want to, with the two of you. I want you both inside me at the same time.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Noah ran his hands down her back to her ass. Then he placed a hand on each of her cheeks and spread them slightly. “We have to prepare you for that, and for our cocks.”
Sean reached out, and Brittany shivered as he spread cool lubricant against her anus. She shivered and moaned as he rubbed her tiny back opening. And when he began to press his finger against it, she whimpered.
Noah began to thrust, hard and fast and deep, and Brittany gave them both every bit of herself. She moved, and she pressed, soaking in the pleasure that grew huge, the excitement that flowed in her blood to every nerve ending, connecting all her erogenous zones into one big throbbing need.
“Please, please, please.” More desperate, more wanton, her body rocked and shivered, striving, striving…
Sean pressed his finger into her ass, sinking deep, and Brittany screamed as she came, as her cream flowed and her pussy clenched. Noah was with her, crying out as his cock spasmed within her, holding her close as they plunged from the cliff into a bottomless well of bliss.
Chapter Eight
Brittany awoke slowly, and as she took her first deep breath, she inhaled the scent of her men. Sean and Noah. How long had she been wishing for just this, to wake up between them? Forever. She’d wanted this forever. Their heat had become her heat as they cocooned her while they’d slept. No matter how well she’d tried, lately, she’d never felt completely warm as she settled down in her bed each night.
Now, she understood why. She’d needed her men to keep her warm.
Brittany wiggled slightly, and the response was instant. Noah pulled her back closer to his front so there was no space between them. Sean pressed his front closer to hers. He did a bit of wiggling himself, and she sighed at the sensation of his body plastered close. A hard cock front and back. How lucky was she?
“What time is it?” Brittany usually went to bed with her cell phone within reach, but the darn thing was still in her purse, which was…somewhere.
She felt Noah move and understood he reached behind him. He seemed to be working himself into some sort of contortion but didn’t let go of her. She smiled when he brought his arm forward, held his hand up, and activated his cell phone. “Just after five in the afternoon. Hungry, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, yes. I’m starving.” Brittany hadn’t known that making love could be so wonderful. She’d had a taste of them, and she wanted more. Hmm, thinking of tasting…She rolled over, and Noah very sweetly cooperated with her by lying flat on the mattress. He even helped her climb on top of him.
“I want to taste you, too, Noah.”
“Well now, sweetheart, I think we can feed each other an appetizer before supper.”
Sean chuckled then leaned over and gave Brittany such a tasty kiss she pooched her lip to let him know she was disappointed it was over so soon. “I was enjoying that.”
“I will ravish you for dessert, sweet Brittany, and I promise you’ll really enjoy that. Right now, I’m going to go and get our supper on the table. You two have fun and come down when you’re ready.”
“Oh, but…” Had she done something wrong, turning to Noah? It had been a completely spontaneous gesture—she wasn’t choosing one brother over the other. She’d made it clear months before she would never, could never, do that.
Sean gave her such a sweet smile, and then he kissed her again, and again, too short of a one in her estimation.
“Going forward, we’re each going to want to have private time with you, baby girl.”
“Oh.” She met his gaze, read his honesty, and returned his smile. “Good idea. I think I’d like that, too. Having private time with each of you.”
“That’s good to hear.” He fairly bounced out of the bed and headed for the large dresser. He grabbed what appeared to be boxers and a tee shirt and then headed for the door. He looked over his shoulder and caught her ogling his ass. He wiggled it, and she laughed.
When she couldn’t see Sean’s gorgeous ass any more, Brittany turned her attention back to Noah. He was smiling at her, a totally-at-peace smile that covered not only his face but filled his eyes, too.
“You, Mr. Kendall, mentioned something about feeding each other an appetizer.”
“I did, yes.” He ran his hands up and down her back. His caress both soothed and aroused. “It starts with a kiss.” Noah reached up and combed his fingers through her hair. He cupped her head with his palm and drew her down. Brittany didn’t waste a moment. She lowered her head and gave him her mouth.
His flavor thrilled her, aroused her, and made her hunger for more. His tongue laid claim to hers, the dance a sexy, suggestive tango. His lips suckled, and Brittany couldn’t prevent the way her hips rolled against his. Feeling his cock slide through the lips of her pussy sent a shiver straight to her clit.
Noah sat up, his arms snug around her. He eased his lips from hers and grinned.
“Nice start.” She licked her lips. “I sure hope there’s more.”
“Mm, yes there is. Now, for the second part.” He lifted her as he kicked the sheet and comforter off and then laid her on the bed, with her head toward his feet.
Inexperienced she might be, but ignorant she wasn’t. “Ooh, a sixty-nine!”
“With a twist,” Noah said. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and palmed…something. He didn’t let her see, just raised his eyebrows twice in rapid succession. Then his expression sobered. “Do you really want to taste me? Will you swallow my cum?”
“Every drop.” In that moment it occurred to her that she wasn’t the only member of this triad who might suffer from a bit of vulnerability. Men could be just as capable of that emotion as could women, though perhaps they didn’t let it show very often.
Noah had just revealed his, and her heart raced to show him, in the only way she knew right then, that his heart was safe with her. She really did love him just as much as she loved Sean. She couldn’t explain it, and didn’t really understand it, but it was true.
Flipping onto her left side, she reached for his cock and fisted it. He was already moist from her own juices. She leaned closer and licked herself from him. The flavor was strangely compelling and the action singularly intimate and spectacularly arousing. She wondered if she would taste the same on Sean’s cock. Then she let the thought slide because the wonderful hot and hard cock in her hand—Noah’s cock—hardened even more and surged toward her. Cle
arly, he needed her attention.
She met his gaze and held it as he lifted her right leg and draped it over his torso. And then he licked his lips and lowered his head to her pussy.
Brittany moaned and then sucked his cock into her mouth. He tasted subtly different from Sean, but his flavor was one that she somehow recognized and instantly craved. She bobbed on him, keeping her tongue on his shaft, and she sucked as she cupped his balls and used her thumb to stroke them.
The ability to think splintered as Noah’s tongue and lips lapped and kissed, as he loved her with long, sultry strokes and short, fierce ones, as he used his tongue to fuck her pussy. Her clit shivered and quivered, and her hips moved, pressing close, then closer still to the source of that wondrous stimulation. Pleasure grew to need, which exploded into desperation.
Noah’s cock flexed in her mouth, and she swallowed as it wept tiny drops of pre-cum. She loved this, loved everything about it, and as his balls heated, as they seemed to grow hard, she tried to forget about the seduction of his mouth on her pussy and instead focus on pleasuring him.
The brush of his hand on her bottom and the insertion of his fingers into the crack of her ass made her jerk just a little. She shivered anew as she felt him spread lube against her rosette.
Arousal soared, and she sucked Noah’s cock even harder in response. He pressed his fingers against her anus, and she whimpered around him, knowing the vibration would likely push him even higher. He was teasing her anus, and the sensation was huge. She’d had no idea there were so many nerve endings there. She became horny as hell, so much so that her nipples ached.
Brittany moaned again as his cock quivered in her mouth. Then the first jet of his seed coated her throat, and she drew hard and swallowed—at the same instant Noah sucked on her clit as he pressed his finger past her sphincter and deep into her ass.
Waves of orgasm flooded her, bathing her in perfect pleasure as she sucked and swallowed, taking and giving. On and on it went, and she screamed around Noah’s cock. He cursed and then pressed his dick deep into her mouth, giving her a few more drops of his jism. Brittany swallowed it all.
“God in heaven.” Noah panted that as she gently released him. He reached down and lifted her, bringing her closer, until she lay within his arms and he wrapped himself around her.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You just totally blew my mind.”
“That was your mind?”
Noah chuckled, and then he hugged her tight, running his hands over her. Brittany sighed and marveled at the depth and the breadth of the devotion and the passion of one of the men who loved her.
* * * *
Sean brewed himself a cup of coffee, grateful that he had more than a few minutes to simply process all that had happened since he’d gotten up that morning. They’d finally brought Brittany home that very day, something he’d feared would never happen. As the coffee trickled into his cup, a wave of emotion nearly buckled his knees. He held on to the edge of the kitchen sink with both hands and bowed his head. A sob escaped, and he let it—but only the one. Then he dug deep and did his best to get his emotions under control.
He straightened and used the heels of his palms to rub away any sign of his lapse. He really did envy women their tears. For them, the process of crying seemed to be natural, easy, and cathartic. For him, personally, usually it just added another layer to his frustrations.
But not this time. This time that moment just passed had acted as a safety valve. He’d let some of the pressure go, and that could only be good.
He and Noah would have to be careful going forward. They’d have to remember to be as gentle as they could when it came to loving on their woman. She deserved better than to be exposed to their baser, more animalistic urges. They were civilized men, and they would have to be damn certain to act that way. She deserved every bit of pampering, every consideration, they could lavish upon her.
He took his coffee with him as he stepped out onto the back deck. Behind this house and its small fenced back yard, fields and trees stretched for as far as he could see. He settled into one of the outdoor chairs and let the last several hours play through his mind.
It had blown him away that she’d actually bared herself to them so completely. That was something he hadn’t expected. Hoped for, yes, but he’d thought, somehow, it would take her time to trust them that much.
Because they’d wanted to be ready, he and Noah had searched the Internet so they’d be prepared for the day Brittany finally showed them her stump. She’d been so careful in the past to ensure that they rarely even saw her prosthesis.
Earlier, he’d been grateful they’d done that research. It had been all he could do not to give a huge sigh of relief when she’d finally uncovered her left leg and let them see it, touch it. Some of the stumps they’d seen on the internet looked pretty rough. Some, he knew, had become infected and the result hadn’t looked very attractive.
Sean shook his head. Even though they’d known since Landstuhl that her lower left leg had been taken, seeing the reality that part of her leg was gone had been a shock. Just imagine how it’s been for her. How many times has Brittany awakened in the morning and been shocked anew to be missing part of the body she’d been born with?
Sean was glad for this new insight. He seriously didn’t know how he would have coped himself under the same circumstances. A man could think he’d be fine, no matter what life threw at him. And he’d be a damn fool. Sean had been a damn fool because when Brittany had asked for space, even having suspected she was trying to put distance between them…
The truth was he hadn’t handled that situation the way he should have. It had been a serious mistake to just walk away with his tail between his legs because she’d asked it of them.
What if Margaret hadn’t awakened that night?
Sean set his coffee cup down and scrubbed his face with his hands. He thought he’d dealt with that recent specter. He and Noah had talked after Margaret had called them the night she’d taken the pills from Brittany. They’d taken every moment that had passed since the accident apart, had examined every action and every reaction.
He’d gone to bed that night exhausted but grateful Margaret had awakened and had checked on Brittany.
But he’d never really dealt with the fear.
That doesn’t matter now. Our woman is safe, and she’s here. Sean picked up his cup, finished the coffee, and headed back inside. He needed to do what he’d said he’d do—get supper on the table. And he had to keep the main thing the main thing.
He and Noah had embarked today on building a life with Brittany. They would love and cherish her and help her to see herself as they saw her—the same cheeky, bright, and courageous woman they’d fallen in love with.
Losing her lower left leg and foot had not changed the fundamental woman named Brittany Phillips. As he set his cup in the sink, he said a quick prayer for guidance. One thing was certain. He didn’t want to be guilty of fucking things up a second time.
Sean quickly set the table then checked on the contents of the crockpot. He knew from experience his Aunt Samantha’s chili wasn’t overly spicy. Noah sometimes liked his nearing five alarm spicy, so Sean set a bottle of hot sauce on the table.
He made quick work of tossing a salad and slicing the fresh bread Aunt Bernice had sent over. He warmed the oven and then set the basket of bread inside it. He had a fondness for warm bread with lots of butter.
He’d just set the chili on the table when he heard a sound in the hallway. He listened and realized that Brittany was using her crutches. He looked up and met her gaze as she came into view.
The contentment on her face filled him. He opened his arms, and then she was there, her arms around him, holding him close.
Sean cupped her face and kissed her. “You’re just in time. Dinner is served.”
Brittany inhaled deeply. “Mmm. Fresh bread. Please tell me there’s butter and not that oil and vinegar stuff they sometimes serve in restaurants.”
“You sound like Sean,” Noah said. “He doesn’t care for that either. Me, either way, I’m good.”
“Not only is there butter, there’s lots of it.”
He helped her to her chair, not because she needed the help but because he wanted to help her. And he smiled as the three of them shared this home-cooked meal—and hoped he was looking at the beginning of rest of their lives.
Chapter Nine
Brittany wasn’t certain she’d formed any definite pictures in her mind about the psychologist Sean and Noah had engaged on her behalf, but the tall, fresh-faced blonde smiling and extending her hand didn’t look at all like a psychologist. No power suit, no hair in a tight, scalp-pinching bun. This woman was dressed casually and looked completely at home in her own skin. Her blonde hair fell softly in a chic cut that framed her face beautifully. What Dr. Charlotta Benedict really looked like was the stereotypical girl next door.
“Dr. Benedict.” Brittany shook the woman’s hand.
“Just Shar, please, Lieutenant.”
Brittany grinned. “Just Brit, please, Shar.”
Shar looked first at Sean and then at Noah. “Gentlemen, you don’t need to babysit us. We’re just going to head into the kitchen and sit and talk and get to know each other.”
“Fair enough. How about we get out the sweet tea and the glasses first?” Sean, Brittany knew, had his attention focused on her. He was trying to read how she felt about the fact that he and his brother had gone ahead and made this appointment for her with someone she’d never met.
Brittany had promised her mother that she would follow Sean and Noah’s directions and that she would give them—and herself—a chance. If it should turn out that she didn’t like Shar, then she’d find someone else. Bottom line was she needed a professional to speak with about what had happened to her, and it was a bonus to speak with a woman.
“That would be great, honey.” She walked over and kissed Sean. Then she stopped herself from reaching for Noah, as well. They weren’t alone, and she didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for anyone.
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