Cherishing Brianna [Fate Harbor 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “Need more,” she said in a drowsy, sultry voice. No forties Hollywood starlet could have sounded sexier. Zac pulled his fingers from her sheath and sucked them clean as she watched with hooded eyes. “Do you like how I taste?” Fuck, this was not the same woman who had been in his bed last night. This was a woman who looked like she wanted to bed two men.

  “The question is, are you going to like how we taste?” Charlie stood up, and Zac followed. He was right, and when he saw Brianna get up on all fours, her breasts swaying beneath her, he thought his dick would burst through the zipper of his jeans.

  “No, not on the bed, Angel, I want you in front of us, on your knees.” Zac watched as his command caused her nipples to bead and her pupils dilate. Could she be any more perfect? He heard Charlie’s breath hiss out, as she gracefully slipped down on her knees in front of them. She looked up at him, since he had been the one talking. He cupped her cheek, and she reached up to the button on his jeans and carefully undid it, and then pulled down the zipper. He held his breath, and then she had her hands around his erect flesh.

  Part of him thought he needed to be doing things to please her, make sure that he was doing everything in his power to bind her to him, make her want to stay. But then he looked at her, really looked at her, and realized that she was getting as much pleasure stroking and staring at his flesh as he had had minutes before when he had been immersed in the delights of her sex. Before he could think about it anymore, she parted her lips, and engulfed the head of his cock into the silky confines of her hot mouth. Pleasure shot through him.

  Never had anything felt so extraordinary, but it had to be the thought that it was Brianna, it couldn’t be such a rare sensation. He slammed his eyes shut, trying to prove that he was imagining things. But even with her face hidden, he was accosted by flashes of heat coiling throughout every cell of his body, unlike anything he had ever experienced. His flesh was pulled in deeper to that cavern of molten heat, and sweat broke out across his entire body. He felt her tongue begin to flick under the head of his cock, right where the tip met the stock, and he thought his head might explode. She gripped him tighter, and eased him in and out of her mouth, always bathing that spot. He felt his balls begin to tighten, his entire body clenched, and then he gripped the golden-red curls of her hair, trying to pull her away.

  “Stop, you’ve got to stop, Brianna.” She redoubled her efforts, and he knew he only had moments. He tightened his grip in her hair, to pull her away. She took one of her hands and reached around and grabbed his ass, digging her fingernails deep. “I’m going to come.” She sucked harder, her nails dug deeper, and he exploded with a loud shout of satisfaction, stunned that his head didn’t burst into flames.

  Slowly he came back to himself. He was still petting Brianna’s hair, as she was cuddling his softening cock in her mouth. There was no other term for the sweet licks and sucks she was providing for his semi-erect penis. Had he ever felt so cherished? How could this woman say that she wanted to leave them? That she didn’t care?

  Belatedly he realized that they had an audience. When he looked up, there was Charlie, completely naked, totally at ease, stroking his raging hard-on. It seemed to Zac that Brianna let go of his cock rather reluctantly, before she turned her attention to Charlie. She didn’t move her legs, she simply leaned over, rested her head against his thigh, and looked up at him. Charlie let out a laugh and picked her up.

  “I was worried, Brianna. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to cope with this whole sharing deal, but that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

  * * * *

  Charlie looked down at the woman lying on the yellow sheets. He hadn’t been lying. He had been worried, he thought he would suffer from limp-dick syndrome when he saw Brianna’s mouth wrapped around Zac’s cock, and instead he was hard enough to pound nails. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t the slightest bit jealous. He only seemed to want whatever would make Brianna happy. Now maybe if Zac had been some sort of asshole he would have had a problem, but it turned out that he was a smart and overall nice guy, and he liked and respected the man.

  And God knew he was wild for Brianna, and he…well, he wasn’t exactly sure what, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to let her go until he figured it out.

  “Charlie?” She must have seen something in his eyes, because instead of the dazed passion that had been there moments before, she was looking up at him with caution. He leaned over, stroked back the beautiful red curls from her face, and pressed soft kisses against her lips until finally she softened and responded.

  “Baby, I have you right where I want you. In this bed that smells like you, spread out beneath me like a feast.” God, he could actually see her blush start at mid chest and flow upward, suffusing her face. He pressed his cheek against her hot one, and whispered in her ear. “Are you blushing because you know how much I want to eat my meal?” She let out a whimper, and incredibly her cheek got even hotter. Oh, he had definitely found the keys to the kingdom. Besides liking her breasts handled with a rough touch, Miss Brianna liked dirty talk!

  He felt the other side of the bed dip and he cut his eyes over, and saw Zac grinning at him. Yep, he was right. The man was smart, he had caught on. There would be a lot of talking going on in this bedroom tonight.

  “Can you tell me what you want?” She shook her head, red and gold curls flying.

  “Angel, you have to do better than that. Answer Charlie’s question,” Zac commanded. Deeper and deeper, he saw Brianna spiral into a haze of desire. “Answer,” he whipped out.

  “I want you to l–lick me.” Zac pulled her ankle to the side and Charlie breathed in the heady scent of her arousal.

  “More, Brianna, what else do you want? You have to ask for what you want.” He grinned down at her as he softly stroked his knuckles against the upper swell of her breasts. She gave a mew of disappointment. “What? That wasn’t what you wanted?” Teasing her was fun! Her breasts were beautiful even when they were at rest, but he longed to suck them, to pinch, to suck, to bite. He loved it when she cried out and writhed against him. Brianna Spencer out of control was his new addiction. Fuck nicotine!

  Charlie continued to lightly brush against the creamy slope. He again looked over at Zac, and saw that he was resting on his elbow, his head in his hand. Obviously he was in no hurry either. Both of them were just as focused on getting Brianna to learn to ask for her pleasure. It did crack Charlie up when Zac used that headmaster voice in his British accent. They had to get Brianna to wear a naughty school-girl outfit. Just like that, he felt his mood plummet. First they had to convince the woman to stay.

  He easily straddled her hips, loving the fact that she had a lush woman’s body and that he had to spread his legs wide, forcing his cock closer to her mound. Then he dropped down and caged her in, so that they were eye to eye. Yeah, the teasing had been fun, but he was done. He swooped down and crushed his lips to hers, plundering. She had just an infinitesimal moment to let out a gasp, and then she was his, totally under his control. He was not letting this moment, this night, this woman, get away from him.

  He ground his erection against her and she lifted up. He rubbed his chest against her breasts, the feeling electric, and she must have felt it, too, because she moved in a delicious counterpoint. He wrested his head away. They gasped one another’s names in the same instant. He jumped up and picked up his jeans from the floor, pulling a condom out of his pocket. He was back on the bed. He noted that she was gripping Zac’s hand, which only seemed right.

  Her legs were still open to him. Her pussy glistened in the lamplight, so pretty. Plunging his middle finger inside, he was amazed at how tight she was. A quick shiver went down his spine at the thought of how her cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.

  “Are you ready for me?” He remembered how fucking wonderful she always felt, but he didn’t have any lube with him and he had to be sure he wouldn’t cause her any discomfort.

  “Quit talking and f
uck me, Charlie.” He looked up at this woman’s beautiful flushed face and saw nothing but passionate demand, and he smiled. He had never seen a woman so exquisite. His eyes were once again drawn to the intricate artwork adorning her hip. “Charlie,” she pleaded, as she stroked her hand over his bicep. He once again settled himself between her legs and began the slow thrust that was going to take him to bliss.

  He went slowly, finding that spot inside of her that he knew would light up every nerve ending, and when she let out a high-pitched hum, he knew he had succeeded. He took special care to drag his cock back over the spot on his way back out, as he set up a slow and steady rhythm that he knew was going to kill him. God, the way she clutched him as he pulled out was going to kill him, and he couldn’t think of a better way to die.

  As he looked down at her, he saw perspiration gathering on her breasts. He pressed his chest against her generous breasts and scraped his chest hair against her nipples. Back and forth, harder and harder, in time with his thrusts, he enjoyed the sounds of her cries.

  “Charlie, so good,” she all but screamed. He couldn’t agree more. He saw the tendons in her neck standing out, her head thrashing. She was close. He eased a hand between their bodies, grasped a nipple, and squeezed as he thrust high and deep, and this time she did scream. It felt like a velvet fist grabbed ahold of him, and he roared as he released into her hot, wet depths. “Charlie,” she wailed.

  Her hand slammed into his rib cage, but it was more. He realized that she was still holding Zac’s hand…He looked over, and the man’s eyes were glued to where he and Brianna were joined. Charlie didn’t know how he felt about this, and then Brianna looked up at him, cupped and lovingly stroked his cheek, and he leaned into her delicate caress. At the same time, she brought Zac’s hand to her mouth and kissed his knuckles, and Charlie realized once again that they were bound to this woman, the two of them. Their intent was to tie her to this place, and hopefully convince her to stay much, much longer than she had ever imagined. Charlie guessed he felt just fine having Zac in this bed with him and Brianna.

  * * * *

  A part of Zac watched as Charlie grappled with having another man in bed with him as he was making love, because it had been lovemaking. But mostly, he was mesmerized by how breathtaking Brianna was when she let herself go. He had tried to watch her when she had been in his bed, when she had been underneath him, but he had missed so many details. The way the vein at her temple throbbed, the way she bit her lip right until she started to gasp her pleasure. Then there was the way she worked so hard to keep her sounds and words within, as if she would be punished if someone heard her happiness. Everything coalesced to make him harder than he had ever been in his life.

  He was already suited up when Charlie left the bed to dispose of his condom, but then he worried that Brianna might not be ready for another lover so soon.

  “Zac.” She smiled at him, and rolled toward him. She rested her head on his chest, and he felt her breathe him in.. “Would it be okay if we made love?” she asked tentatively. When he looked down, her eyes were downcast. He tilted up her chin so that their eyes could meet.

  “You never, ever, ever have to ask that question, because the answer will always be yes, Angel.” He covered her left hand that was stroking his ribs and brought it down to curl around his latex-covered cock. “You do more than just physically arouse me, Brianna. You touch my heart, and that’s why my body is always so ready for you. I need to connect with you.” He burst out laughing and she looked at him with a startled expression.

  “I didn’t just lie. You are fast becoming part of my soul, love.” He pressed a fierce kiss to her lips, and soon they were gasping for breath. Finally he broke free.

  “What? Why did you laugh?”

  “Brianna, you are—so much of what I’m feeling is so emotional, almost spiritual, when I touch you. But I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m aching to just fuck you senseless.” As they burst out laughing, Charlie joined them onto the bed, chuckling.

  “Thank God. I was afraid Zac here was trying to say he was more of a monk than a man.”

  Zac and Brianna turned to Charlie at the same moment. “Shut up, Charlie,” they said in unison, and all three of them were laughing again. As Zac saw her beautiful face so flushed with delight and fun, he adored her. He brushed back her curls, and then gripped her hair, pulling back her head for a fierce kiss, branding her. He pushed his way between her welcoming legs and thrust deep. She flung her arms above her head and pushed her breasts up into his chest, grinding her voluptuous flesh against him.

  Zac knew how she liked her loving, and he didn’t skimp. He thrust, and twisted in the way she liked, and soon he had a thrashing wild woman below him.

  “You like that, don’t you, Angel? What about this?” He untangled his hands, shoved a hand between their torsos, and squeezed her breast…hard, the way he knew she liked it.

  “More.” Her voice came out between a moan and a growl.

  “Say the magic word.”

  “What?” She was clearly confused.

  “How do you ask for what you want, Angel? What do you say when you want something?” He saw the light dawn. She gave him a less than cooperative look, and he pressed up high, hitting that spot inside her that he knew lit up every nerve ending, and he saw her expression change to one of bliss.

  “Please, Zac, I want everything. Please, oh please.”

  “That’s my good girl.” He squeezed her breast, and then tightened his fingers on her nipple in time with his thrusts, and found he couldn’t keep his eyes open as she crashed into orgasm. He felt tremors gathering at the base of his spine, and his balls drawing up. Just one more. He wanted to push her over one more time before he found his own release.

  He slowed down, as she came back to herself, and her breathing evened out.

  “Now, I’ll say thank you,” she purred as she bit at his chin, and tugged at his short beard with her teeth. In and out, just in and out, slowly. It took everything he had to keep focused on that simple task as he felt her hands slide down his back and smooth down the cheeks of his ass, her nails biting into the flesh. “What more can I do to say thank you, Zac?”

  He felt sweat trickling down his spine, but two could play this game. He shifted up, and on the next upward thrust his pelvis ground down on her clit as his cock hit her G-spot, and he squeezed her nipple even harder. He watched her carefully, and she went from playfully languorous to out of control from one breath to the next.

  “Za–Zac.” She clamped down on him even more, and he felt himself bump against her cervix. The feeling on the tip of his cock was sublime. She was chanting his name. Her hands had moved, and now they were tangled in his hair, pulling him down and up at the same time. He slammed his lips to hers, and they both catapulted over into rapture.

  Chapter 16

  It smelled like Zac. She rolled over, and then she realized it smelled Charlie, then everything came rushing back to her, and she realized it also smelled like coffee…and bacon. Everything came rushing back. She’d been loved. So much love, so much acceptance. Brianna stared up at the ceiling, replaying everything Betty had said to her as Butch had his arm around her. They were her true parents. “No.” She had to say it out loud, reminding herself of the blood that coursed through her veins, the fact that she was following in the genetic steps of her father. However, she wasn’t the mindless and hurtful woman who had birthed her. She wasn’t that egg donor. No, thank God. She had the beauty and wisdom of Betty Hutchins to act as a role model. She could only hope to be half the woman that she was, at least during her lucid moments.

  Brianna rolled back over and gathered both pillows together, so that the scents of both men combined to comfort her. She had been loved last night, given so much more than she deserved. She fought back tears.

  She felt the bed dip, and Zac’s familiar touch stroked down her spine. She forced herself not to arch up into the caress. Zac paused, and then brought his hand up under her
hair to the nape of her neck and began a gentle massage.

  “Can you tell me, Angel?” She shook her head just a little, not wanting to dislodge his soothing fingers.

  “It’s not that Charlie’s gone, is it? It’s the reason you’re considering leaving. Did you at least talk to your mother?” His words slid under her ribs and surrounded her heart like warm silk. Her mother. There, with the spice of their lovemaking still in the air, and the balm of Zac’s touch, Brianna couldn’t stop the tears. For just a moment he left and she heard him strip, and then she was enveloped in warmth as he gathered her in his arms.

  He didn’t ask her any more questions. He simply pressed her close, allowing her to quietly weep. She was in a daze. All she could do was circle around the last twelve hours. She felt like a small boat that had been buffeted by a stormy sea of strong opinions only to land in a safe and loving harbor of the people who loved and cared for her. She couldn’t seem to stop crying, and the more Zac crooned, caressed, and soothed, the more she felt safe enough to let loose so much fear and sadness that had been building.

  “It’s more than you realized, isn’t it, Angel? You’re safe, and you’re loved.” His hand was once again kneading the rock-tight tendons at the back of her neck. This time she shook her head so hard she did break his grip.

  “No, not good.”

  “So good, you’re so very good. You’re precious.” Zac brushed a kiss against her wet temple. Brianna just let the tears fall. Slowly the crying slowed and left her more clear-headed. She had a mother, a real mother who loved and cared for her. She had two men, two lovers who cared fiercely for her and were fighting for her to stay here in Fate Harbor.