Brock: Four Sons Series

by René, Dani

  Hopefully, when I say yes, they’ll give me the release my body aches for.

  In more ways than one.

  * * *

  “There she is,” a deep voice comes from behind me. I’ve been staring out at the waves for long moments, deciding on how to tell them. I turn to face both men.

  “Hi.” I sound far too shy. Even though I’ve already allowed them inside me, in more ways than one, I still feel like the innocent little girl. They make me feel good, different.

  “Did you want to have dinner on the beach, or at our place?” Ethan questions, stepping up to me, planting his full lips on my forehead. It’s an intimate gesture, something that tells me this is more to them.

  Brock kisses my cheek, and as if they know I need comfort, they cocoon me in their warmth. For the first time since meeting them, I’m no longer nervous for what our future holds. I revel in it.

  “Maybe we should go back to your place,” I tell them. “We need to talk. I would like to clear up what’s happening between us.”

  Both men look at me, and I can see the fear in their eyes, perhaps apprehension, that I’m going to walk away. It makes my heart thunder in my chest to feel so wanted and adored. I lace my fingers through Brock’s, then Ethan’s, and lead the way back toward their apartment. The silence between us is palpable. There’s tension rolling from them in waves.

  A small smile plays on my lips and I can’t stop the excitement from bubbling in my stomach. I like them, and perhaps I can love them. It’s too soon to even think that, but I know in my heart it wouldn’t be a challenge to fall for them both.

  We reach the building, and Brock shoves open the entrance door. Soon, we’re inside the apartment, and I’m in the living room. I slip off my shoes, pressing my toes into the shaggy carpet. They’re both standing on the other side of the sofa as if the piece of furniture is going to stop them from ravaging me.

  “Is your brother still here?” I question Brock, who shakes his head.

  “He headed out with some people he met at the party last night to get pizza and grab a movie. He’ll be back later.”

  I nod. That’s when I turn my back to them, and slowly unbutton the shirt I’m wearing, then slip each of the sleeves of my top from my shoulders. The cool silky material falls to the floor, and I’m standing in my skirt and a pastel blue bra.

  I reach for the zipper of my skirt and pull it down, the loud hiss the only sound in the room. Shoving the material over my hips, I step out of it. As soon as I’m done, I turn to offer them the view of my front. The bra and panties I’m wearing are sheer. I’ve shaved completely between my legs, and my nipples are already hard under their intense scrutiny.

  “Fuck.” The grunt is Brock’s. But there’s a growl from Ethan, and there’s a fire in his eyes that blazes over me from head to toe. Had I thought of him as the gentle one earlier?

  “We need to take this to the bedroom,” Ethan offers. Reaching for me, he tugs me closer and leads me toward the hallway. When I glance behind me, I notice Brock picking up my clothes and following close behind.

  I didn’t tell them my answer. I only offered them my body.

  But as soon as we’re in the bedroom, I’ll finally voice my words.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ethan

  I can’t fathom why she’s agreeing to be here.

  Yes, we’ve been amazing together, but I’ve always had a problem with love, with affection. It’s been a long time coming, though. Brock broke through my walls and now Camila seems to have shattered the remaining bricks.

  We enter my bedroom in nervous silence. My stomach is twisted in knots at the thought of her saying no. I release her hand, watching as she settles on the edge of my large, king-size bed.

  The door clicks shut, and the three of us glance at each other. This is as new to us as it is Camila, and I don’t blame her for being scared. Or nervous. But I just don’t want her to refuse our offer. The fact that we don’t just want her—we need her.

  “I’ve thought about what you said,” she finally speaks in a low, confident tone. “And as much as I should say no…” She rises, reaches behind her back, and unclasps her bra.

  I hold my breath, having no idea how this is going to go.

  “I am saying yes.” She smiles, allowing the skimpy material to fall to my black carpet. Her tits are perfect, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips, ready to devour the little kitten who seems to be in a playful mood tonight.

  “Are you trying to kill us?” I quip, stalking toward her.

  A small squeal tumbles free, and I’m on the bed, tugging her against me, while my best friend sheds his t-shirt and jeans. The mattress dips when he kneels behind her, my lips already latched onto her nipple, tugging and sucking it into my warm mouth.

  Brock makes quick work of her panties, and soon, she’s naked. I trail my fingertips over her skin, enjoying how affected she is by this simple touch.

  “I wanted you to see me, to know I’m giving this everything,” she tells me, then looks over at Brock. “I want you both, but I’m nervous.” Her confession stills him for a moment, and he cups her face in his hands, pulling her closer. I watch as his lips feather along hers. I always thought I’d be a jealous person, watching my best friend with a woman I want, but having her want us both, enjoying both of our attention, it’s euphoric.

  When she looks back at me, I plant a kiss on her lips, then quietly whisper, “This isn’t a game. This isn’t going to end.” I’m not only vowing this to her, I’m telling my best friend as well. A smile on his face, then hers, tells me they understand.

  Desire hangs heavy in the room. Camila straddles me, leaning forward, and I feel my shorts get tugged down along with my boxers. My erection is right at her entrance. Her pussy is warm, and her arousal slicking my shaft is more than I can handle. I have to breathe through not losing my control and sliding into her too quickly.

  She whimpers when Brock’s hands open her. His tongue laps along my cock—which feels really fucking amazing—up to her pussy, and then teases her ass. The pleasure on her face shows how lost in her need for this she is. A sweet girl who was far from innocent when we took her and offered her everything she needed.

  “Is this what my dirty girl wants?” Brock grits out, his fingers gently pushing into her.

  Her plump lips fall open on a gasp as her nails dig into my chest.

  “Ride it, baby girl,” Brock coos as his free hand fists my shaft, holding me in place and guiding Camila’s tight little pussy over the tip. She sinks onto me, drawing a deep pleasured groan from my chest. Her walls pulse around me when I’m fully seated inside her.

  “Oh god,” she moans as he continues his ministrations. I’m so fucking close to losing every ounce of restraint. I grip her hips, holding her still. Each time she rolls her body, I’m closer to filling her with my cum.

  She’s tight. So fucking tight.

  “Please,” she pleads with me, and I know the moment she loses control, I’m going to empty myself inside her.

  Brock shifts, straddling my legs. I stare into Camila's blue eyes, watching her expression as he enters her. It’s slow, intense, and her face only changes infinitesimally as he moves closer. As soon as he’s inside, I feel his cock through the thin barrier of her body.

  “Jesus, Brock.” The words are a deep growl when he reaches back and grips my balls, holding me firmly as he pulls out and slowly slides back in. The feel of him is incredible. Our bodies move slowly, easing her into a position where she’s spread for us both.

  Her hard nipples on my chest make me groan, her whimpers are music to my ears, and the deep grunt of the man behind her is all I need to lose all sense of reality. Her right hand laces with mine, and my left hand laces with Brock’s. Connected. So fucking intense, I can’t hold back.

  “Fuck,” I bite out. The sound is basal, feral, and animalistic.

  “Oh, Brock, Ethan,” Camila shouts in pleasure, and I hope to god Camden isn’t back as her body flutters h
er release. I can’t hold on. My grip on her hips is vice-like, and my hips lift, pumping into her, fucking her like a crazed animal.

  Brock moves faster, his cock sliding against mine inside her. He’s close. We move in sync, claiming this girl, owning every inch of her.

  “Fuck yes,” Brock growls, and my body responds. Jet after jet of hot release fills Camila, her pussy and ass marked by us both.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brock

  I can’t help groaning in pleasure when I feel bodies moving around me. Heat sears me when I feel my cock being fisted by smooth skin. My gaze snaps open and I find a pair of dark brown and a pair of blue eyes peeking up at me. Camila’s smile is innocent, yet filthy at the same time. How one woman can look both like an angel and the devil is beyond me.

  Ethan’s hand is between her thighs, but his lips glide along my shaft along with hers. They’re both sucking me into a frenzy I don’t think I can hold back from. Cami’s delicate hand cups my sac, holding my balls as she massages them gently.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, my hips lifting as I fuck my dick into Ethan’s mouth. A soft giggle comes from the pretty girl with the wild hair. She moves her body so her pussy is now near my face, and I take full advantage. While my best friend and my girlfriend enjoy my body, I taunt and tease her slick little hole.

  My fingers move up and down in a steady rhythm, the same one they’re using on my dick. I’m not sure who’s mouth is where, but I’m beyond reason.

  My hips lift and my back arches as I devour the pretty little pussy now straddling my face. Her whimpers and mewls are fuel, and I continue eating her. She’s sweet, musky, and so fucking silky, I can imagine my dick deep inside her body.

  “Oh fuck,” she cries out, then the sound is muffled. Seconds later, Ethan is on the end of the bed with a pillow on his lap, and Camila is covering her naked body with the black sheet from Ethan’s bed. When I open my eyes, I find Camden leaning against the doorjamb, his arms folded in front of his chest with a smirk on his face.

  “Who needs an alarm clock when you have this?” he chortles, a devilish grin on his face as he gestures at our situation.

  “Get out of my fucking room,” I bite out, but because he’s my little brother, he just laughs. This is what I had to deal with growing up, only, it was Dad who’d catch me in the act. I recall the day he caught Rowan on her knees about to suck my dick. The day he took her from me. Camden sure as fuck isn’t taking either of these two.

  “It’s not your room. I couldn’t find you, so I figured you’d be in Ethan’s room,” Camden tells me confidently, and I know I need to talk to him.

  “Go to the kitchen. I’ll be there in a sec,” I tell him, shoving the sheet away, giving my brother an eyeful of my softening dick.

  “Oh god, I’m scarred for life,” he shouts, spinning on his heel and leaving us to get dressed.

  “I’ll be back. Sorry about this,” I tell Camila. She offers a smile and lazes on the mattress, her eyes sparkling like the ocean just outside the window.

  “Go talk to him. We’ll be here when you’re done.” Ethan nods, gesturing to the door. He knows this talk had been coming and that I’d have to do it sooner or later, but he doesn’t look concerned. He knows how I feel. Nothing can ever change my love for him.

  When I head into the kitchen, I find Camden sitting at the breakfast bar. He’s got the business section of the newspaper spread out on the counter, and seems immersed in whatever the fuck he’s reading. Beside him is mug of steaming black coffee. How did my baby brother become almost as built and tall as me overnight? It’s as if I blinked and the little kid turned into a man.

  “You drink coffee now, Cam?” I question, filling my mug. I turn to face my brother and pin him with a stare.

  “Yeah, figured I’d make my own since you were having pussy for breakfast.” He shrugs, and I can’t help cringing at the thought of what he saw.

  “Listen—”

  “Hey, it’s cool. You’re an adult, and I’m not Dad. I don’t need to know where your mouth has been.” He lifts his gaze from the newspaper to regard me, and something in his confident stare tells me that he’ll rule the fucking world one day.

  “I know you’re not Dad, but I want you to know, this is something I’m going to talk to Hayden and Nix about when I head home soon.”

  His gaze snaps to mine, searching, asking, but he doesn’t voice his concerns. Not that he should have any, but after what he saw, there must be something he wants to ask.

  “So, you and Ethan,” he finally says, picking up his mug and taking a sip, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Yeah,” I respond. The thing about our relationship is Camden never got into my business. He was there for me when I griped about our folks, or Hayden, or even Nixon. Even though I know at times he didn’t get why I was angry, he just listened. And that meant more to me than anything ever could.

  “I think it’s cool. You’re all out of the closet and shit,” he tells me with an easy shrug. He arches an eyebrow, and I can’t stop the laugh that rumbles in my chest.

  “I’m not gay, I’m bi,” I tell him. “I like girls too.”

  “So that’s what the pretty tan princess was doing sitting on your face.” His response makes me cringe. No brother should see something like that.

  “Yeah, okay, can you forget it now?”

  “Nope. That’s what I call blackmail material, bro.” He laughs then, a deep, barreling chuckle.

  “You’re not bothered that I’m in a relationship with Camila and Ethan?” I question, waiting for the confusion, but that’s not what I get.

  Instead, Camden smiles. “Brock, seriously, don’t look for approval. I don’t care, as long as you’re happy, and from the looks of it, you are.”

  “You’re far too old for your own good, Cam.” I snake my arm around his neck, tugging him closer and slamming a kiss on the top of his head like I used to do when we were kids.

  “Watch the hair, man,” he chides, and I know my little brother will be okay.

  Even though our parents are gone, all four of us have gone on to live good lives. We’re strong, responsible, and we’re slowly finding our way in the world.

  As much as I miss my dad, his death brought us closer together—shown us nobody fucks with a Pearson.

  “I better pack,” Cam tells me. “My flight is in three hours.”

  “I’ll drive you to the airport.”

  He nods and disappears up the steps. That was easier than I thought it would be. But Camden would always be more understanding than the other two. Now, I need to plan how I’m going to out myself to Nixon and Hayden. Even though I have a feeling they already know, it’s up to me to ensure they realize I’m happy.

  Ethan and Camila are my new family, my extended family, and I have to show that to both of my other brothers. I’m ready. With a smile, I head up the stairs to find Ethan and Camila lying on his bed.

  My best friend's gaze meets mine, and I offer him a nod of approval and a smile. One down, only two more to go.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ethan

  Shoving the door open, I step inside and hear giggling coming from deeper in the house. Brock is right behind me as we make our way into my childhood home. There’s a screech from somewhere down the hall, and then Kristyn’s gentle voice moments later. The crying from my baby sister is soon quietened. Both emerge from the hallway looking radiant.

  “Eeeeee!” Brynn’s screech is loud, bouncing around us like surround sound. Thank fuck we’re not hungover.

  “There’s my princess.” I scoop her into my arms, offering Krystin a kiss on the cheek.

  “How are you, Ethan?” My gorgeous stepmom smiles.

  “Good. I missed you.” I then focus my attention on Brynn and spin around. She throws her tiny arms around my neck, holding on for dear life. When I finally stop, I plant a wet kiss on her forehead.

  “Eeeeeee!” she squeals at Brock, reaching for him as well.

  “Sweet girl
,” he responds, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Before he pulls away, he gives her a tickle under her arms, which has her wiggling to get free, but I’m far too strong, and soon, there are giggles and squeals that sound like a fucking Justin Bieber concert.

  “Okay, okay.” Levi’s voice comes from the hallway, and he appears moments later. “Who’s killing my little girl?”

  If Brynn could talk, I bet she’d rat us out to the old man for tickling her. Her tiny arms reach out to him and I watch as my father chuckles. He takes her from me, and she snuggles into his hold.

  “It’s okay. I’ll sort them out for you.” He winks at her, the love shining in his eyes clear. He’s happy. I’m happy he’s found that again—love, a sense of responsibility he lost when Mom died.

  Kristyn waves us into the living room. Her long hair is pinned in a messy bun, and she looks like she’s missing out on sleep, but other than that, she’s glowing with happiness. It makes me happy to see my father is treating her right—not that I doubted him.

  “Boys,” she smiles, pulling me into a hug now that I’m free of Brynn, then she moves over to Brock to greet him. “Did you have a good trip?”

  “Yeah. Easy flight, no delays, which is always good,” I tell her, flopping onto the sofa. She settles beside my dad on the opposite couch while Brock gets comfortable beside me.

  “Drinks?” she offers, and I nod. While Kristyn busies herself in the kitchen, I take a moment to watch my dad. He has Brynn in his arms and she’s already got droopy eyes. Her excitement is slowly wearing off, and seeing him with her, holding her like I’m certain he held me, makes my heart swell with happiness.

  “How’s school?” Dad looks up, taking his attention away from Brynn, his dark gaze landing on me.

  “Not bad. I’m ready to finish now.” My father knows I hate studying. I’d much prefer being on the beach, riding the waves.