“Goddamn it, I don’t know. I just don’t know. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to survive if she leaves, Zac. She’s the one. We’re it. The three of us, we fit.” Zac gave a sigh of relief and waited. Finally Charlie turned around. “Do you know what to do?”
“All I know is what won’t work. The more we push her to stay, the more she’ll dig in her heels. Charlie, she’s going to have to leave to get this figured out. I just want to give her a reason to come back, you know?”
“We could follow her.”
Zac laughed. He really loved this man. God, he had to be the world’s best cop. There was just no stopping him when he had someone in his sights.
“Yeah, we could follow her, but that’d be the pushing her, too. We need to love her. We need to trust her. Ultimately she needs to learn to love and trust herself.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“Then we go get her, and help her. But I think she will. I think everyone got through to her tonight. I really do. I just think she needs some time to assimilate it.”
“I’m going upstairs.”
“We both are. We want her to remember she has a reason to come back.”
“She’s not riding that damn motorcycle. It’s staying in impound.”
“Never doubted it.” It was great having the sheriff as a partner.
* * * *
She’d heard the Mustang as it came up the street. It had a distinctive sound. What was taking them so long? She was so cold. She should have turned on the heat. Turned on the lights. Gotten a blanket. Something. Instead, she was just huddled on the corner of the sofa waiting for Zac and Charlie. She kept asking herself how she felt, and couldn’t come up with an answer. Was she angry? Sad? Did she feel betrayed? Did she feel loved because everybody cared so much? Everything, every emotion seemed to be swirling around inside of her, but mostly she just felt numb. She wanted Zac and Charlie. She needed Zac and Charlie, and then she needed to leave. She just needed peace and quiet. But first she needed to be held, to be loved.
What was taking them so long?
Brianna let out a soft shriek when the loud knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Brianna, are you okay?” Zac yelled through the door.
“Brianna, open up now!” Then they were inside. “Damn it, Brianna, you didn’t lock the door again!” Charlie had her wrapped in his arms in a heartbeat.
“What took you so long?” She held out her other arm so that she could pull Zac to her side, needing to feel both men against her.
“We’re here now,” Charlie said as he picked her up and strode into the bedroom. Brianna pressed her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like leather and evergreens. Even though she desperately wanted to be naked with these men, to slide her body against their naked forms, she didn’t try to unbutton Charlie’s shirt. She wanted them to make love to her. She wanted to be seduced and wooed. But then she realized that was selfish, and she reached for the button on Zac’s jeans.
“No, Angel. Tonight is about you. Please, let us love you.” Charlie ran his fingers through her hair so that it fanned out on the pillow and then placed the softest of kisses on her lips. Zac began to ever so slowly unbutton her blouse, and as he pulled it from the waistband of her slacks, Charlie unsnapped the front clasp of her white lace bra.
“Your breasts are beautiful, Brianna. I’ve only ever seen this color pink when the sun rises,” Charlie said as he traced her nipple into a tight bud, causing her to arch up. “Easy girl, we’re just starting.”
She felt Zac tugging her slacks and panties off, and then he was lying next to her, his naked body tantalizing her with his heat. As if she were moving through molasses, she turned her head to look into his liquid bronze eyes, and he cupped her cheek and kissed her at the same moment that Charlie took one turgid tip deep into his mouth, while rolling the other nipple between calloused fingertips. All the while Brianna kept her eyes open, not wanting to lose sight of her lover.
When she felt Charlie’s hand leave her breast and move lower. The cloth of his shirt felt rough against her abdomen so she went to unbutton his shirt.
“Zac,” was all Charlie said. The next thing Brianna knew, both of her hands were held in a firm grip over her head, and she was once again being swept away, helpless to the will of the men who loved her. Now the feel of Charlie’s shirt was just one more sensation that she was beginning to crave, and then she felt his fingers part the wet folds of her sex.
“You’re dripping.” Gently he circled her clit and she felt it begin to swell until the throbbing bud felt like it was three times its normal size and the center of her universe.
“Charlie,” she whimpered as she bucked up. He pushed down firmly on her stomach, at the top of her tattoo.
“None of that, love.” He just continued the slow swirls, driving her out of her mind.
“More,” she demanded as he went round and round.
“Ask for what you need.”
“Make me come. I need to come.”
“Do you want me to pinch your clit? Lick it? Bite it?” With every suggestion, Zac followed through on her breast, and she whined in pleasure.
“Yes!”
“Say it. Ask for it.”
“Pinch my clit. Lick my clit. Bite my clit.” She watched Charlie’s blue eyes and Zac’s brown eyes both look at her with such avarice and pleasure, right before Charlie bent his head and made the world fall away. She screamed her pleasure.
By the time she came back to her senses, she was surrounded by two naked men and she felt a profound sense of relief. She so desperately needed them both. Zac still had her hands held over her head, and she tugged to free them.
“No,” he murmured in her ear. “We want to love on you. Tonight is all about your pleasure.”
“Zac’s right. Give us this gift, won’t you, Brianna?” Brianna relaxed her arms and nodded. It was what she wanted to do.
“Yes. But I can hold you, right? I need to hold you both. You’ve become my safe ports in a world gone crazy, and I need to cleave to you.”
“Angel, I’m so sorry. Of course you can hold us. We’ll always be here for you.” Brianna heard the tremor in Zac’s voice, and tears welled and she blinked rapidly. She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to just drown in pleasure. Charlie slid up her body and brushed back her hair. She had both men looking down at her.
“Know this, and hear me well, Brianna. Are you listening?” All she could do was nod. “Tonight is sacred. You become ours tonight, body and soul, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. This is forever.”
“You can’t mean that.” She choked out the words.
“Yes, Angel. None of us know what the future holds. We know your heart. You’d love us no matter what were to happen to us. If we were lose our jobs, if we were to get sick or lose a limb, it wouldn’t matter to you. We know you. Deep down you know us. Now, no more words. Just feel, you’ll know this is a love that’s meant to be. We were destined to come together, just like my dream foretold.”
He took her lips in a beguiling kiss, sip after sip. She tried desperately to merge them deeper, and she felt his smile a moment before he slid his tongue inside. Then she felt the heat of Charlie’s cock breaching her wet depths, and she wrapped her arms and legs around her men, pulling them closer, needing them inside her.
Zac lifted his head to lap at her engorged nipples and above his dark head she got lost in the glittering blue depths of Charlie’s eyes as he surged forward, claiming her. Never had he gone so deep. He sparked off fires that only the next inward push seemed to quench.
“More,” she whimpered, not even knowing what she was asking for. But Charlie knew. He knew exactly how to play her body. He drove even harder until she felt him touch her cervix and she screamed his name in pleasure, her juices flowing, coming so hard she thought she might pass out.
When the fog cleared, she was on her stomach, pillows tucked beneath her tummy, Zac’s strong and tender hands
parting the cheeks of her ass. She felt his fingers slick with warmed lubricant rubbing against the pucker of her anus and she bucked against him, trying to tempt him to breach her needy depths.
“Easy, baby, let Zac get you ready.”
“You know I’ve been wanting this again, Charlie,” she gasped. Zac was going too slow, damn it. It was just like him, being the tortoise, when she wanted the hare. She went to rear up on her knees but as if he knew, Charlie clamped his hand down on her lower back.
“No, this is our way. Nice and slow.”
“When did you become a fan of slow?”
“After last time, I realized that this always needs to go slow, needs to be savored.” She immediately stopped struggling, all the air left her lungs, and she got dizzy with the carnal images that immediately floated through her mind. Oh God, she needed that. She needed that so desperately.
“Yes, now, I need that now.”
“Let Zac get you ready.”
“Now!”
Both men laughed.
“Relax, Brianna.” She felt Zac circling and probing, and then he was inside her and it felt wonderful.
“Oh God, please more, I need more.” She felt her head thrashing, but she couldn’t help it, the sensation was unimaginable. In and out, his fingers sawed inside her, and then suddenly he was pressing a spot…
“Zac!” she screamed, and she felt two fingers push into the wet depths of her pussy. Charlie’s fingers, and he was caressing her G-spot, and then like magic they were both pressing against one another from the inside, and it was the most incredible sensation of her life, and she shrieked out her release.
She had just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, and she needed the ultimate encore. Zac came back to bed and she pushed herself up. “Both of you. Now.” She watched as they looked at one another. She saw them silently communicating, and she was having none of it.
“Now.” Charlie settled himself against the backboard of bed and picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. She realized he was wearing a condom. When had he put that on? Who cared? She shifted her legs so that she was straddling him. She went to slam down, but he must have guessed because he grabbed her waist and stopped her.
“Even if you are on top, for this, we’re in charge.” She heard a bark of laughter behind her, and then the sudden sting of her ass being swatted. She swung her head to glare at Zac, and then she heard Charlie chuckling beneath her.
“Really, I had to think that two men was a good idea?” At that moment, Charlie slid just a little inside her pussy, and she sighed in pleasure.
“Don’t lie. You love this idea.” Charlie started to press in a little deeper, and she sighed again, she did try to press down faster, but he was having none of it. Then she felt Zac push her hair over her shoulder, and he pressed a kiss on her top vertebrae. With every millimeter that Charlie breached, Zac dipped lower, laving kisses down her spine. The feelings were decadent.
At last she had all of Charlie deep inside, and Zac had kissed down to the top of her ass, which he now had spread open.
“Charlie, she’s exquisite.”
“There is no part of her that isn’t beautiful.”
“No talking.” Brianna traced her tongue over the firm line of Charlie’s lips, and then delved deep. She tried to start a thrusting rhythm, tried to show Charlie exactly what she needed, but like the Alpha he was, he immediately took over. He plunged into her mouth, taking her, making her head spin, but he stayed still within her body. When Brianna tried to move, tried to entice him to move, Zac held her in place.
“Let me look. God, seeing you joined. Knowing my dick is going to be in your ass…” Brianna actually felt the globes of her butt trembling. Then she felt the tip of Zac’s condom-covered cock touching her anus and she shook even more.
“Are you okay, Angel?” She wrenched her lips away from Charlie.
“Take me, fuck me. Charlie, you have to move.” The last came out as a wail.
“You have to trust us, baby.” Charlie’s voice was strained. Then Brianna realized that as much as she wanted this, and despite the amount of lube that had been used, Zac couldn’t seem to penetrate her.
“What’s wrong? I need you inside me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Charlie pulled her even closer to his chest, and started to stroke her back in soothing circles.
“Relax for us, baby.”
“I am relaxed! Now fuck me, Zac.” They both laughed.
“You’re tighter than a drum. Take a deep breath, and then let it out.”
* * * *
Zac was going to go up in flames. He had always prided himself on his patience, but if he didn’t get inside this woman in the next two seconds he was going to die. God, just looking at her beautiful rosette start to stretch open was making him break out in a sweat. It took everything he had to go slow. He watched as Charlie dipped his head to suckle a nipple, and then his woman flowered open. The head of his cock popped inside and he groaned in relief.
Brianna wailed out his name. “More, please deeper. I need to feel you both deep inside me like before.” Jesus, she was going to kill him.
So slowly, he moved forward. Thankfully Charlie had moved, so he could give Zac visual cues. Right now, he was giving him a slight nod.
“Don’t look at Charlie, listen to me you bastard.” She jerked back a little, away from Charlie, and pushed against him, taking all of him, and then let out a sharp gasp.
“Fuck all.”
“Damn it, baby, are you all right?” She shoved away from him, and pressed back down on Charlie.
“Now you two start doing the work.” Zac laughed. He couldn’t help it. Here he was having the most profound sexual experience of his life, and he was laughing. He saw Charlie’s eyes sparkling as well. As one of them would push in, the other would pull out, creating an exquisite rhythm.
He looked down, and was caught by the sight of her tattoo. The tree of life. Of course, she was his life. Zac reached around her soft body and slid low, finding that swollen morsel of flesh. He looked at Charlie, and in perfect accord they both pressed deep as he squeezed, all of them finding their release as one being.
* * * *
At 2:00 a.m. they made themselves peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and discussed her flight arrangements to Southern California. Zac felt like crying, but he would deal with that later in privacy. Now was a time to be strong for their woman. Apparently Chance had bought the motorcycle from Brianna two weeks ago. She had just left it in the impound to mess with Charlie. That made Zac laugh, and Charlie scowl.
“I want you to be my wife, and I’m damn sure Zac feels the same way.” Zac looked up from where he was packing Brianna’s underwear. What the fuck? Brianna, who had been getting the last of her meager belongings out of the closet, slid down the wall and just looked up at the two of them with a dazed expression. Long minutes went by, nobody said anything, but those words reverberated throughout the room.
“She’s leaving, Charlie. She needs to do this. We have to respect it.” Zac watched as Charlie crouched in front of Brianna.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t leave. I think you probably need to do this. But you need to know how serious this is. I’ve heard everything you’ve had to say. I’ve heard you, baby. I want you to be my wife. Just know that when I drive you to the airport. Know that when you get off the plane in California, and know that when you’re working to pull your head out of your ass.”
“Ah, fuck, Charlie, you were so close,” Zac groaned. He looked over at Brianna, who just looked shell-shocked. He went over to her and helped her off the floor. “Come on, Angel, you have a plane to catch.”
Chapter 27
She had a house. It was a rental, but it was still a house. The last time she’d lived in a house was when she had lived with Butch and Betty. She had a dog. She’d never had a dog before. She sat cross-legged in a backyard that she never thought she’d have. It was all Zac and Charlie’s fault. She
came home to her apartment after a job interview, and Beauty was leashed to her doorknob. She looked up and down her street, knowing that Zac had to be around. She pulled out her phone and called his cell, but got no answer. Still, she knew he wouldn’t have left Beauty without watching out for her. There was an envelope tacked to the door, with a rental agreement for a house in the same neighborhood. Chance had arranged it.
Dear Brianna,
We miss you. Your family misses you. Beauty misses you. You never said anything about Beauty not being a part of your life. She needs you, and you need her. Take care of each other, until you let us take care of you.
Remember you have our hearts, please treat them with care.
Love,
Zac and Charlie
She dug her toes into the lush lawn of her backyard, and continued to pet Beauty, thinking about the day ahead of her. Today was her first counseling session. She was actually meeting with the same psychiatrist who treated her father. She wanted the continuity of care. She remembered as a teenager thinking that Dr. Lester was useless, but since studying up on the schizophrenia she realized just how out of control people were, and how little control the mental health professionals had in dealing with patients.
The laws made it almost impossible to have someone involuntarily committed, therefore the sick were often left untreated and the doctors frustrated. The only reason her father had been committed was he was proven to be a harm to others. That was the law. You had to be proven a harm to yourself or others before you were committed. The whole process was horrendous. It was meant to protect the rights of the patients, but it meant that hundreds of thousands of really sick people were left untreated, and many of those ended up out on the streets, homeless, because they couldn’t function in normal society.
Even after a person was committed, oftentimes they were only put on a 72-hour psych hold. Then, because the number of hospital beds in the mental hospital wards had greatly reduced, the bar had been set much higher as to what was considered sick enough to be committed for a longer stay than 72 hours. Brianna was going to do her damnedest not to end up being one of those statistics.
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