by Amy Brent
I moaned and nodded as he frowned and took me in carefully. “You’re so beautiful.” This wasn’t about owning me or claiming me, but about feelings. Even the way he took my mouth was still gentle in his movements, something he’d fought. “I am going to move a little harder. Can you do that?”
I nodded again and wrapped my mouth tightly around him as he moved deep and slow. He edged towards the back of my throat as I moaned and felt him swell as he stroked my cheeks. Colton grunted and stared at me. “I need to come.” He moved again, and I sucked harder as he grimaced and closed his eyes. “Trina…suck me. Feels so good. Fuck. I am going to come.” He shot with his next thrust and filled my mouth as I struggled for a fleeting second before I swallowed him. He slowed as he watched me, pulling out as I swallowed again and took a deep breath. “You looked so good that way.”
I wiped at the drops that slid down my cheek and felt nearly complete as a few tears joined them.
Declan came into the room and looked at us as he walked towards the bed.
CHAPTER 8
I watched as Colton pulled away from me to drop to his knees. “You okay?” He asked gently as I nodded.
This was everything that I wanted and probably what I’d always wanted. Who knew their own needs before they had a chance to examine them? Declan came towards me and sat on the bed as he looked me over. “Do you want this?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I told him as he opened the box in his hand and pulled out a foil wrapped condom. Colton took my hand as I reached out for him and we both watched as Declan slipped the latex over his cock and took a deep breath.
I wondered if this was weird for them until I felt a finger stroking my clit and arched my back. My need replaced any other concerns, and I begged him to take me as he teased my wanting core. Declan pulled away and crawled between my legs as I looked into his eyes first, then Colton’s. “This is for all of us,” I whispered as I felt something sliding in and filling me completely. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned as Declan moved slowly while Colton glared at him. There was a pinch and then a slight burning as he moved deeper, and I dropped my head back and pinched my eyes shut. “Dec, I feel so full.”
“You’re fucking tight as hell. Jesus, Colt…you need to get in here,” Declan grunted as he shifted forward and looked down at me.
I felt desire flood me as the pain decreased and I scratched my free hand down his chest. “Harder, Dec. Oh God, I need you.” He pulled back and pushed back into me as I felt my hips moved to meet him as he stared into my eyes. It took a few seconds or possibly minutes, but soon our bodies were rocking together in a mad frenzy as we both tried to find our release. I felt a hand slip over my breast and arched my back into Colton’s hand as I looked over at him. I came as he pinched my nipple and cried out as I pressed against Declan and watched him release as he bent his head forward and thrust one more time.
He dropped beside me after he pulled himself out of me and removed the condom. I looked from him to Colton as my body trembled with the force of the orgasm. Colton rested his head against me, and I scooted closer to Declan to give him room.
Somehow, we fell asleep that way. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward since I knew I belonged with these men.
I woke up later to the sensation of a mouth on my pussy and groaned softly. I felt the warm body on my left, and I opened my eyes to look down at Colton’s face between my legs. He licked and sucked on me until I watched him reach for the box of condoms that fell to the ground sometime last night. Colton slipped one on and moved between my legs as I slid my hands down to pull him towards me for a kiss. His cock slid inside me as our tongues met and I marveled at how different sex could be with the various people at various times. Declan had been good to me last night, caring and so giving when it came to my needs, and now it was Colton who was making love to me. I always thought that he’d be the cocky one, the demanding one. I was as attracted to him as I was Declan but their roles were so different than I expected.
He moved deep and slow inside of me as I wrapped my legs around him. The sun was rising so it was still dark in the room, but I felt him with my hands as he moved deeper. It was slower, but my orgasm was intense and powerful, Colton felt me around him and came with me as I held him close.
We stayed close and fell back asleep together. I woke up first and grabbed a robe before I went to look over the water as I thought about the night before. It had been so different than I expected but so good. I remembered being a young girl and thinking I’d find a nice man and settle down someday, but never two of them.
I made them breakfast, and we headed out to another beach for a photo shoot, something that began to mix with pleasure so easily. We had sex as often as we could and going from brother to brother wasn’t hard for me. The intimacy was sometimes just the two of us but at night we slept together in my bed, more often than not.
The night that I had both of them happened a couple of weeks after the first time, and I knew that I wanted them both inside of me. I was kissing Declan and pushing him back onto the bed when Colton crawled behind me and pushed inside of me. He was hard, and I rocked against him as I kissed Declan harder.
I told Colton that I wanted him to take my ass since he’d shown an interest in that since we started sleeping together. He yanked back and out of me as I slid onto Declan and he gripped my ass. Colton started with his fingers as he spread me open slowly and I moaned at the double penetration. Colton worked up to his cock as he stroked his hand with lube and pushed inside of me.
I cried out as I felt them both and gripped Declan’s shoulders as I felt one slide out as one entered me. It was rough and intense, and I tried to find a rhythm of my own to get them inside of me faster. We were a mess of three bodies, and I whimpered and moaned as they moved harder, and I closed my eyes. They were both inside of me as I came and dropped onto Declan with the force of it. I heard the ruptured scream come from my throat as Colton slammed into me with a moan and Declan stroked my head with his hands as he whispered my name. I pulled back and kissed him when I’d caught my breath and felt Colton wrap his arms around me. “Thank you,” his voice was shaking behind me, and I realized that we had just crossed a line, one that Colton probably never intended to pass in his life. Declan was his brother, and they competed before this with every word.
“You’re welcome,” I whispered back as I took a deep breath.
Our trip came to a close the next week, and we were all closer by then. I didn’t show them outward affection when we were together in public but behind closed doors, I was savage with both of them. We fucked together, and I had times with each man alone, and I was becoming insatiable. I couldn’t get enough.
I sat between them on the flight home, and one hand was on Declan’s thigh while the other rested on in Colton’s grip. There were many memories from this trip, both inside and out and we had so many pictures to look back on. Declan did a spectacular job with the professional ones and with his edits, a few would make good prints for advertising. The others were just of the beauty around us and shots we took together making faces and laughing together as we all fell harder into our growing feelings.
They took me home with them, and I looked at them in the back of the car with surprise. “My apartment is down that street.”
“We know,” Colton said as he looked at his brother. “We want you to stay at our places.” I stared at him. I knew that they each had a condo in a very exclusive building though I’d never seen it.
“There’s only one of me,” I reminded them as Declan laughed and shook his head.
“We were thinking of selling them and buying a big house that we could all share.” He reached for my hand. “I never thought I’d share anything, much less anyone, with Colton. I never even considered it before, but when we both saw you that night in that sexy red dress, something changed. We both wanted you and by some twisted luck, you wanted us as well.” He stared at Colton for a moment. I honestly don’t know how the fuck something like th
is even works, but I want to try. I want to be with you, Trina.”
Colton nodded. “I am willing to do what it takes as well. I have never felt this way before you, Tri and I need you in my life.”
“What do we do until the condos sell?” I asked as I cuddled between them with a smile.
“Find a bed,” they replied together as I laughed and kissed them one by one.
“Can we travel sometimes?” I smiled at Colton. “You have the company and all to run.”
“We’ll travel. He’ll deal with the company and make all of the money,” Declan joked as I laughed with him and felt him kiss my hair.
“Fuck that. I’ll hire a manager.” Declan smiled again, and I looked at Colton as he kissed me. “I am going to change my life up a little.”
I stared back as the island faded away from my sight. What a trip it had been, and I pulled my men closer as I closed my eyes. We’d been up very late the night before christening every room in the cottage before it was time to leave. “I love you,” I whispered as they squeezed me and told me that they loved me as well.
The End.
SECRET BABY ROMANCE COMPLETE SERIES
THE QUARTERBACK’S SECRET BABY
Chapter 1
Amanda nearly dropped a tray of dirty dishes when an old man pinched her ass as she walked by. She ground her teeth and shot him a glare, but she kept her mouth shut. She'd complained to the boss on more than one occasion about the behavior of the customers, but Spiro didn't care about anything but the restaurant's sales at the end of the day. If a customer kept coming back week after week and spending money, then he wanted that customer treated like gold.
Not that the assholes who treated her like a piece of meat ever tipped well. She'd be lucky if he left her a dollar on the table after he left. But Spiro only cared about the amount of money he made, not what his staff made.
She dropped the dirty dishes off in the back, then printed out the check for one of her other tables. She took the long way around to drop off the check, so she could avoid walking by the perv's table again. She also noticed the perv's drink needed to be refilled, but as far as she was concerned, he could wait. Maybe if she gave him bad service, he'd stop coming back. Spiro would complain about losing a customer, but Amanda had better things to do with her time than be manhandled by someone who didn't even tip.
She dropped off the check at the other table. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked, keeping her fake smile on her face.
“You can give me your phone number,” the man said, winking at her.
Amanda rolled her eyes. Max was one of her regulars, and while he never got handsy with her the way some of her other customers did, he was relentlessly hitting on her. But he was at least friendly about it, and he never took it the wrong way when she shot him down, so she tried to at least have some fun with it. “My phone's probably getting shut off next week, Max,” she said, giving him a playful smirk. “Tell you what, wait until I win the lottery, then we'll see.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You either make too many calls, or you're not being paid enough here.”
“Little of both,” Amanda said. “Mostly the latter.”
She flashed him a genuine smile as she took his empty plate. Max, at least, was a decent tipper.
She took a quick glance at her other tables. Aside from the perv needing a drink refill, it looked like everyone was doing fine. She'd have just enough time to slip out for a quick smoke.
She kept an eye out for Spiro as she cut back through the dish room and out the back door. The boss didn't much care for his employees smoking on the clock. But Spiro only paid her $2.13 per hour, which was the minimum wage when you earned the rest of your pay from tips, so she didn't really care what he thought. She ducked behind the dumpster, trying to ignore the smell as she pulled out her Parliament Menthols and lit one up. She never smoked at home, because she didn't want to expose her son to secondhand smoke, which meant she had to get her fill while she was at work.
While she was smoking, and dreading the next three hours of her shift, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was a text from her friend Michelle. She almost ignored it. Michelle had been a real party girl ever since high school, and had only gotten worse when she moved away for college. Whenever she stopped back in town during a school break, she wanted to go out drinking and cruising for guys. Amanda didn't have the time, between working two jobs and taking care of her son, for that kind of life. As much as she felt like a jerk for ignoring Michelle's texts half the time, she knew she just couldn't deal with being dragged out for a weekend of partying.
She read the text, already composing a response in her head. She needed to make a good excuse in order to get out of going drinking without hurting Michelle's feelings in the process. Though when she read the text, she nearly dropped her phone.
Hey, Mandy! You need to clear your plans for the weekend. I'm coming home, and guess what? I'M GETTING MARRIED!
Amanda was still staring at the text, trying to process it, when her phone buzzed again with another incoming text.
You'll be there, right? Promise you will! I need my bestie there as my maid of honor!
Amanda held her cigarette between her lips and typed out a response. She didn't see how she could get out of going to her friend's wedding, especially if Michelle wanted her to be maid of honor. Her head was spinning as she typed out her response: Holy crap! Since when are you getting married? Why such short notice? Of course I'll be there.
Just before Amanda headed back in to check on her tables, she got another response from Michelle: Long story, I'll explain when I see you. But Blake only has this weekend available, so it has to be now. OMG! I'm so excited! See you soon!
Amanda tucked away her phone and went back to check on her tables. The man who'd pinched her started complaining about how he'd been waiting ten minutes to have his drink refilled. She muttered a completely insincere apology and went to fetch him a new Coke. Then she finished clearing off Max's table, and stopped, stunned, when she saw the tip that he'd left.
It was a $50 bill. She knew Max had decent money—at least, compared to the usual crowd that came into the diner—but he was never this generous. She immediately felt a surge of guilt about her lie about her phone being shut off. Her bills were tight, but not so tight that she couldn't keep up with them, albeit barely. Max must have taken her excuse to get out of giving him her phone number as a genuine plea.
She pocketed the money, trying not to feel guilty about it. Though she immediately felt better when the perv at the next table only left her seventy-eight cents. She'd earned Max's big tip, if only because she had to put up with so much shit from the rest of her customers.
When her shift was finally over, she took the bus home, then stopped by her neighbor's apartment to pick up her son, James. Mrs. Carter was a stay at home mom, and she watched James for free, in exchange for Amanda watching her son a few times a week so Mrs. Carter could run errands or have a night out with her husband.
“Come on, kiddo,” she said, taking James's hand. “Time for dinner.”
“But I don't wanna go,” James said, stomping his foot.
Mrs. Carter shot Amanda an apologetic smile. “He's been in a mood today.”
“I have not!” James protested, stomping his foot again.
“I'm sorry, kiddo,” Amanda said, scooping James up and holding him against her hip. “You can come back and play tomorrow.”
James made a frustrated sound as she carried him down the hall to their apartment. She set him down on the couch and did her best to clean the place up a bit before dinner. The apartment was eternally a mess, and she had long since given up on ever getting it truly clean. She just tried to maintain a certain level of disarray.
“What do you want for dinner?” she asked as she looked through the cabinets.
“Pizza.”
“We don't have pizza,” she said. She considered using Max's $50 to order out, and
save herself the hassle of cooking, but she really needed to put it towards paying off her credit card. “How about pasta? That's Italian, too.”
James grumbled, but since he wasn't old enough to cook for himself, Amanda figured he could deal with her making whatever she wanted. She set the water to boil, then went into the living room to sit on the couch next to her son.
He'd turned the TV on, and the Monday night football game was playing. She frowned at the TV. “Hey, isn't there cartoons on?”
“No,” James said, pouting. “I wanna watch them play!”
Amanda sighed and leaned back against the couch. James loved playing and running outdoors, though she rarely got the chance to take him out anymore. She didn't want to deny him the chance to watch the game, even if watching it brought back painful memories for her.
James clutched his Nerf football to his chest as he watched the players running across the field. Amanda watched just one player in particular, the quarterback, Cole Reed. Michelle's brother.
She sighed and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hands. She usually didn't want to admit it, but Cole was another reason why she'd been avoiding Michelle so much over the years. When they'd been in high school, Cole had been in college, and already making a name for himself playing for his college football team. Amanda had crushed on him pretty hard, mooning over him whenever he came back to town during school breaks. She'd been pretty sure he'd barely known that she existed, and she was even more sure now that he'd completely forgotten her entire existence. After all, they had just had one night together. The night she gave him her virginity.
She glanced at James, the memories rushing back once more. She'd been a bit drunk, thanks to Cole and his college friends buying alcohol for Amanda and Michelle's high school graduation party. There had been dozens of kids there, including half of Cole's college football team who'd driven down for the party, and for the chance to score with some eager and willing high school girls. Amanda still didn't know if Cole had put the moves on her because she had been wearing a tight, low-cut dress that night, or because he'd been drunk enough to forget that she was his sister's best friend. And she hadn't cared what his reasons were. When he asked her to go upstairs, she'd been more than willing.