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

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “Take all the time you need, Angel. We’ve got all night.”

  “I’m sorry I lost it, baby. I just want to understand. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, so I know you have a plan. But I also know you don’t see yourself clearly. You don’t see who we see. You’re so busy wanting to protect everyone else, you leave yourself totally defenseless.”

  Brianna flinched when Charlie pulled her legs over his and began to massage her feet. She really wanted to just curl into the comfort of Zac. He wasn’t saying things that were threatening her self-image, but when she peeked up at him he gave her a wry glance. Damn it, he was agreeing with Charlie.

  “Can’t we just have this one more night, and no talking?”

  “No, angel. That option is off the table.”

  “Fine. Of course I’m not locking myself away in a mental institution. I’m getting an apartment down in San Clemente. I’m covered with insurance, and I will meet with a psychiatrist, psychologist and support group when I get down there. When it really gets bad, and the meds aren’t taking care of the disease enough, I’ll just move into a group home. I hope that there might be improvements made in the pharmaceuticals so that I won’t have to be institutionalized, but the facility down there is very good.”

  “Fuck, that is so cold-blooded. I wouldn’t wish that on one of the dogs under Zac’s care.” Charlie had stopped rubbing her feet during her explanation.

  “It’ll be a fine life. I’ll be mentally struggling anyway, so I won’t realize that I’m missing out.”

  “That’s a lie, and you know better. Don’t lie to us, and what’s even worse, what’s inexcusable, is you lying to yourself. You’ve lived with this potential your entire life, and you’ve only looked at the worst possible outcome. You’ve only looked at the most extreme end of the spectrum, and that’s bloody well unacceptable.” Brianna could actually feel Zac’s body vibrating with rage. He grabbed her shoulders so that she was forced to look at him.

  “You talk about the meds improving. Have you even looked at how the meds have changed since your dad was taking them, or not fucking taking them?” She had never seen his eyes so dark. She shook her head. She knew the drugs her dad had sometimes taken.

  “Goddamn it, Brianna, I expected better out of you! Not only are you assuming, because of one totally outrageous incident, that you are now schizophrenic, you haven’t even done the research. Instead you’ve decided to thrown your fucking life away. Your future, your happiness. What makes you think you’re not deserving of anything good in your life? Is there some part of your psyche that deep down believes what your dad told you, do you believe that you are some kind of demon who doesn’t deserve good things? Because I’m here to tell you, luv, you are an angel. You’re my angel, and I’m not letting you go without one big bloody fight!” They were nose-to-nose.

  “It’s always been pretty likely that this will be passed down.”

  “Bollocks. Currently one in a hundred can be diagnosed. With one parent having the disease, instead of 1% likely to have it, you’re 13% likely to have it. Haven’t you done the math? How is that pretty damn likely?” Brianna pulled away. Zac’s arms no longer felt so safe and welcoming. Charlie gently pulled her over into his arms, and she melted, needing his warmth, his strength, his comfort.

  “I’ve got you,” Charlie murmured as he tucked her close. She looked at Zac, and he looked lost and frustrated. “Actually, we both have you. You heard Zac, didn’t you?” Brianna really hadn’t wanted to, but she had. All of the statistics were already burned into her brain, but for some reason that 13% always seemed like 99%. Like she was just one hair’s breadth away from tipping into insanity.

  “Angel, I’ve never been in love before. I’m never going to be in love again. You’re it. Please don’t shut me out, shut us out.” Zac placed his hand low on her back, and it felt warm and good.

  “I haven’t done the research Zac has, baby. You’re going to have to explain it to me, in little words that I can understand.” Charlie was such a goofball. “But I haven’t come entirely clean with you yet. I actually talked to Officer Raines.”

  “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

  “He and his partner arrived on scene first. He worked on Danny’s dad, while his partner Larkin got you taken care of.” There was so much of that day that was crystal clear, but other parts that were missing. She couldn’t even picture those two cops.

  “What did Officer Raines say?” It was going to be bad.

  “He said it was amazing you were still upright. You were obviously in shock, and you thought that the dad was still conscious, which is why you were still kicking him. Even when his partner pulled you away, you screamed at him to protect Danny and his mother from that evil man. Brianna, it was obvious that you were in full mama-bear protection mode. Those were his words, not mine.”

  “And the blood? What did he say about all the blood?” Zac’s hand tightened against her back, and Charlie’s tone turned to ice.

  “And whose blood do you want to talk about? Danny’s? His mother’s? Or how about the multiple cuts you had from crashing through that plate sliding glass door?” Charlie grasped her arm and shoved up the sleeve of the robe where she had a long scar on her upper arm, trying to hide it from view, even though both men had seen and commented on it before.

  “I’m talking about Dick Price. He was covered in blood.”

  “Blood that came from your injuries, and some from his own when he tried to fucking kill you! Raines said the doctors gave the mom two more days in that hellhole before she would have died. And you know he would have killed Danny, too.”

  “We can’t know that.” Brianna pushed away from Charlie’s chest so she could look into his eyes. He looked at her steadily. “Raines had no reason to lie, beauty. He thought you were a hero.”

  “How could he have thought that? I was crazed. His partner had to literally pull me off the man.”

  “This isn’t unusual in a domestic violence case where the woman finally has the upper hand, Brianna. The woman is afraid that the abuser is still going to get up and attack her. You still did the right thing. You didn’t take the law into your own hands. You had called 9-1-1.” Charlie cupped her face and laid a kiss on her brow. “You did the right thing. You weren’t behaving outside the norm, in the circumstances you found yourself in.”

  “Charlie, he was covered in blood, his spleen was ruptured.”

  “The blood was from the fall, and you can’t know that the spleen wasn’t from the same thing.”

  “For God’s sake, Angel, even if you did kick him so hard, you did it in self-defense. Charlie, let me read the goddam report. He was a big man, and you had to kick him while he was down. You didn’t have a choice. Not if you wanted to stay in one piece!”

  “You’re not listening to me. Neither of you are listening to me. I wanted him to die!”

  “You’re not listening to us. He wanted you to die. You ruined his plans. Damn it, Brianna, have you never heard about the most basic, normal fight-or-flight instinct? Well you fought, and I thank God for it.” Charlie grabbed her so tight, for a second she found it hard to breathe.

  Brianna shut her eyes. She was just so tired of talking, telling them about her fears, and now arguing with Charlie regarding her response with Danny’s dad was enough. She pushed against his chest again, and found his mouth with hers. His response was instantaneous. He devoured her, and she was lost in sensation. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, and she reveled in his taste, in his power. She felt his hands slip down and reach under the robe to cup her ass.

  The spiral of passion whipped higher as Zac’s hand reached in and pinched her nipple as he licked along the sensitive shell of her ear. Closer, she needed more. Her pussy was so needy, and she needed to be filled. She struggled, trying to figure out a way to change positions. Charlie ripped his head away.

  “What do you need?”

  “You. Inside me. I need more. I need to be fucked.” S
he had no more than a second to see the hardwood floor, before Charlie was lifting her off the couch, and she was being carried back into the bedroom. Even those few steps seemed too long, as more of her juices spilled out. Zac was wrong. Her basic instincts came down to fight, flight, or fuck, and she’d choose fucking every time.

  Charlie laid her down on the bed, and Zac was there, in a nanosecond they had her out of the robe, and Zac had her legs spread. Brianna panted in relief as his tongue speared into her cunt, his thumbs pulling her labia apart so he could go deep. She let out a sob. She was so close to coming completely undone, teetering between ecstasy and she didn’t know what. Her mind was splintering in a million directions, and then Charlie was there.

  Somehow he was naked, and her back was now resting against his front, with his arms wrapped around her. “I’ve got you.” Just like that, she was safe and Zac thrust two fingers inside, rasping against a spot that spun the room into colors of white and gold.

  “Again.”

  “Mmmmh?” she nuzzled the soft curls of Charlie’s chest, slowly coming back to herself. She found her legs over Zac’s bare back, and his big hands gripped her ass as his tongue gently lapped at her swollen folds.

  “Again, Brianna, you’re beautiful when you come. We want to see you go over again.” When had Zac undressed? The feel of his naked flesh against hers warmed her in ways she couldn’t explain even to herself, but then she was bucking upward, as his fingers pressed deeper into the crease of her ass, stroking against the pucker of her anus.

  Charlie was caressing her breasts, stroking downward, and rolling her nipples, until they tightened to the point of pain.

  “It’s too much.”

  “Let go, baby.”

  “Can’t.” Her legs clutched at Zac’s back, her heels digging in, trying to push him away, trying to pull him closer. “Zac, no!” He paid no attention, just continuing his languid strokes, and then he slowly pushed inward with his wet fingers. Fingers dripping with her juices. So good.

  “Brianna, you need this. We need this.” She felt Zac’s whiskers, his hair brushing her inner thighs. Charlie’s cock was pressed against her back. She was surrounded by the men who loved her, by the men who cherished her, by the men she loved. She rocketed into a universe unlike any other, one that was blanketed with safety and ecstasy.

  Chapter 23

  Zac woke up with a start, his head and shoulders jerking upward, and then he slammed back onto the pillow as he felt the heat of Brianna’s mouth encompassing his cock. Jesus, the only thing better had been holding her in his arms as he had pushed into the molten heat of her cunt. He looked down, saw her avid green eyes, and he swelled even more. God she was so into this. Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis, as she took him deeper. He reached for her hair to grip her, but his arm lost all strength as she sucked harder.

  “Angel, you’re going to kill me.”

  He watched as Charlie jerked back the comforter that was covering the bottom half of their woman and pushed a pillow under her hips. Charlie then began a teasing stroke from toes to shoulders and back down again, and Zac saw the gooseflesh rise on her soft skin as she struggled to keep up an even rhythm. She went up on her elbows, gripped the base of his cock, and used the moisture from her mouth to easily slide her hand up and down in time with her mouth.

  “Tighter, Angel, squeeze me tighter.” His tone was guttural. She jerked and he looked up and saw that Charlie had parted her legs and was now teasing the cleft of her ass with those light touches.

  “Easy, Brianna. Does it feel good, what Charlie’s doing?” She gave him a shy glance from under her lashes, and he nodded to Charlie. He watched as Charlie bent down and started to tongue the pretty rosette of Brianna’s ass. Brianna’s strokes faltered. “Easy, sweetheart, he just wants to pleasure you.” He watched as trepidation and wonder vied for dominance on her sweet face.

  Slowly she relaxed into the new sensations and her ministrations again became confident. Between that and the sight of Charlie spreading the cheeks of Brianna’s ass even wider, Zac was moments away from losing his mind.

  “Angel, you have to stop. I can’t last.” She held him tighter, pulled him even deeper.

  “You don’t understand, sweetheart…I’ll come in your mouth.” But then she took him to the back of her throat and he realized she did understand and he shouted out his release. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face. It was as if she was feeling his pleasure. The loop between them was phenomenal. His joy went on and on as it was mirrored in her eyes. As she lifted her head, she cried out.

  “Angel, what?” And then he saw that Charlie had his tongue burrowed in the star of their lover’s ass. Brianna’s head was thrashing.

  “Ahhh…” Zac lurched up, grasped her head, and kissed her, tasting their mingled flavors, settling her into this new aspect of lovemaking. He felt her tremble even more, and he kissed her deeper, able to guess that his partner was preparing her further now that she was moistened for thicker penetration.

  Her trembles increased, and her head thrashed, but she wrapped her arms around him and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Zac reveled in her ardor. She was on fire. Finally she broke the kiss, and yelled out.

  “More, please, more.” Zac saw the tears streaking down her face.

  “Stop, Charlie, it’s enough.”

  “No, I need more.” Zac watched as Brianna gained her knees and shoved back toward Charlie, forcing him even deeper. Charlie yanked out his fingers, and she let out a wail.

  “Nooooo.” More tears, and Zac picked her up and held her.

  “It was hurting you.”

  “I was so close. Why didn’t you let me come? Why did you deny me?” Holy God, she was going to come? Zac glanced over at Charlie as he came back from the bathroom with a towel, drying his hands. Would this woman ever stop amazing them?

  Charlie climbed up on the bed and pulled her out of Zac’s arms. “You were going to come just from what I was doing, Brianna?”

  “You know I was. Why did you stop? I asked you not to.” She tried to pull away from Charlie, but he wouldn’t let her out of his arms.

  “We thought I was hurting you. Have you ever had anal sex before?”

  “No.” Her voice was soft, and hoarse from the tears she had shed. Zac watched as her hand reached out to Charlie’s engorged shaft. “I need you. I need you in me.” Charlie threw him a look of desperation.

  “Angel, you’re not ready for anal sex, we need to prepare you.”

  “I don’t care, I just needed Charlie inside me. Please, I need to be close to you, too. I love you both so much. Before I fall apart, before I’m not me anymore, please give me this. Please both of you give me this time with you.” Fuck, she was breaking his heart. “I know what I need, and it’s both of you.”

  “Brianna—” Charlie started.

  “Please, Charlie, this world has denied me so much, are you both going to as well?” Zac watched both of them, clearly seeing Brianna’s need, and Charlie’s concern. Brianna’s need won, as Charlie laid his forehead against hers.

  “Baby, be sure. We’ll go slow, but you need to let us know if this gets to be too much.”

  Zac watched as Charlie laid her down. The reverence on the man’s face was clear. Brianna’s tears had dried up like a spring rain after the sun comes out.

  “I promise to tell you, but I trust you both.” She reached out her hand for Zac, and he took it, lying down beside her. Stroking the flame of her hair back onto the pillow, he whispered into her ear, “You mean everything to me.”

  Charlie left the bed and headed toward the bathroom again. Zac knew he was going to find some lubricant. Brianna’s legs rubbed together, drawing his eye. He couldn’t help himself. He cupped the mound of her sex, holding her in place, relishing her moan, the way her eyes dilated.

  “Put your fingers in me.”

  “You don’t get to make any more demands, Brianna. From here on out, we’re in charge, and you will do exactly what we
say,” Charlie said as he returned from the bathroom.

  “I can’t speak?”

  “Oh, you’re allowed to speak. If you’re scared, if you uncomfortable, you most definitely speak. We also want to hear from you if you like something.”

  “What about if I really like something?” she asked with a sly grin.

  “Then we really want to hear about that.” Charlie grinned back. Despite his humor, Zac could still see his anxiety because it mirrored his own.

  * * * *

  She could see their tension, but she didn’t care. The idea of being filled with two cocks was causing her to break into a sweat. Charlie stood over her and Zac was lying beside her, both of them hers, but for how long? She refused to think about it. She spread her legs wider, so that Zac’s fingers actually dipped into her slick folds.

  As if a string had been pulled, Charlie moved. He placed his knee on the bed, and he traced the tattoo on her hip, looking from the ink to her pussy, back and forth. “Turn her over, Zac.”

  She allowed herself to be rolled over.

  “Put her on her knees and spread her cheeks wide, Zac.” Her tummy trembled, her breasts wobbled, everything lit up at Charlie commanding Zac to just move and place her like a doll. She felt her juices leak down her thigh. Warm oil was applied to her anus.

  “Watch her, Zac. Make sure I’m not hurting her. I’m going to stretch her. I’m going to stretch her a lot.” More cum leaked from her vagina. Zac moved next to the headboard. She saw his hard, long shaft, and he tipped her head so that she could see his face. He gave her a warm smile then kissed her as two large fingers breached her rosette.

  For long minutes, Brianna was immersed in a world that consisted of Zac’s kisses and Charlie’s caresses. She winced as two fingers became three, and then she let out a long groan of pleasured pain as he spread those fingers, finding just the right spot inside her to light up nerve endings never before discovered.