by Violet Paige
“I thought you were a dick. But you aren’t. You’re sweet. You’re caring. You’re gentle with me.”
His hands locked around her hips. She felt his fingers slide into place.
“Ok, I’ll confess.” His voice was deep and husky.
“Confess what?”
“I am different with you. There’s something about you Brooke that makes me want to stop being a dick. I want to make you happy beyond sex. Beyond what I can give your body.”
He rounded his palm over her bottom, drawing her to his wet body. It was like he was carved from stone. Every line of him, chiseled and sharp. He was a work of art.
She sighed. “What else can you give me, Tyler?”
“Me,” he growled, crushing his lips against hers. He picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. The lights glowed behind her.
His tongue twirled in her mouth.
“I want to drown in you,” he moaned.
She held on to him with all her strength wrapping a leg around him. He hiked her other leg to his hip. She moaned when his cock paused at her entrance. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted this moment with him.
“Drown in me,” she begged. “We can drown together.”
“I’ve never done this, Brooke. Fallen for a woman like this.”
Her eyes locked on his. “It’s ok.” If he didn’t take her she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest. “I’ve never done this either. But I want you. I want Lee. I want this thing we have together.”
His cock nudged enough to nestle inside her pussy.
She hissed. “Please, Tyler. Please. Drown. Go under with me.”
“I don’t do this.” She heard the anguish in his voice.
She looked in his eyes. She traced the side of his face. “Do this with me,” she whispered. “I’ve never been so vulnerable. So open for any man. Fuck me like I fuck you,” she begged.
“Oh God, Brooke. I can’t stop myself.”
With one thrust he buried himself inside her. He slammed her into the shower wall, claiming her pussy with certain strokes. He hoisted her hips closer as he moved in and out of her.
The world fell away. She clung to him in the shower, kissing and moaning. She called his name in whispers when she felt her release come to the surface.
“Fuck me, Brooke. Fuck me,” his voice was hoarse.
She gripped his cock with all her strength. She loved it. How he felt. How strong and masculine he was, yet in this moment he was hers. He was vulnerable. He was giving her something he’d never given before. She knew what they had wasn’t defined in any dictionary. They shared more than skin and passion.
“Oh I’m going to come,” she whimpered.
His hips jutted in and out. “Come hard on my cock, baby.”
“Yes.” Her nails dug into his back. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
He speared her with his incredible shaft and she knew they were soaring on a different planet together.
Her orgasm spiraled through her. She felt drunk with the sensations. He grunted thrusting one last time until he spilled his release deep in her walls.
“You’re mine,” he groaned. “Mine.”
She nodded. “Yours,” she repeated.
As they came down from their orgasms, Tyler rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m already addicted to you.”
“Mmm. Me too.” She turned around, leaning into his chest. “It’s ok, Tyler,” she whispered. You can trust me.”
He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body. “I do. For some crazy reason, I do.”
She grinned. “It is totally crazy. How can I explain it?”
“You don’t have to.”
He returned to the body wash and lathered her breasts again, soaping every square inch of her until she was clean. He was thorough, as if he was remembering every curve.
The water ran between them. Brooke knew she had found something so perfect it couldn’t be defined any other way.
Twenty-Eight
Brooke
Lee wore a pair of pajama pants. She blinked at his bare chest. She wandered out of Tyler’s room completely satisfied.
“Sounded like you had a good shower.” Lee smiled.
She blushed. She didn’t know if she should feel guilty or not. It was hard to get used to this arrangement. Obviously, Lee had heard the sounds she made when she and Tyler were in the shower. That moment had been special. He had made love to her like a man in love.
“Don’t do that, Brooke. We’ll have our time too without Tyler. It’s all good. I’m happy when you’re happy. We’ve shared a lot tonight.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Dinner should be ready minute.”
She ran a towel through her hair. The perfect outfit she had spent the afternoon putting together was tattered. The makeup washed away. She was a new woman now. A woman she had decided to become.
She sat on the couch, drawing her feet under her. She watched Lee. She wondered how he could be so calm. How he could be ok, knowing she had just had sex with his best friend.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked. “I know you want to say something.”
She hesitated. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“I would go crazy if I thought you were with another woman. I couldn’t stand it. Yet, you know I had sex with Tyler in the shower and you’re completely fine. I’m scared to death I’m going to hurt you. Or hurt him. That I’m going to come between you or lose you both.” She pulled a pillow to her chest.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.” He sat next to her. “Look at me.”
Her eyes locked on his.
“That’s better.” He smiled. His hand caressed the edge of her thigh, rounding to under her leg, pushing the robe out of the way. “Does this bother you?”
She shook her head. “No. It feels good.”
“And it should. When I touch you, it feels good. When he touches you, it feels good. That’s all we want—to make you feel good. We’re not going to be mad or jealous.”
His hand rested on her knee. He squeezed gently. “Is it starting to make sense?”
“I think so.”
“And when I do this.” He cupped her cheek, brushing his lips over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, finding her tongue with a single flick. She melted into his lips, falling for his kisses. He broke away. “When I do this, it’s about you and me.”
She nodded. “I understand.” She turned her mouth upward, she wanted another kiss, and Lee answered with passion. He growled, inhaling her lips with a fierce kiss.
“I’ve got some work to do.” He rose from the couch. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”
“I am. Better than ok.” The more she asked questions, the better she felt. The more she talked to Tyler and Lee, the more she realized they meant every word they spoke. They were happy sharing her. It was an arrangement they enjoyed.
“Do I smell dinner?” Tyler walked into the living room a minute later. He was shirtless like Lee.
“It’s not ready yet. Still in the oven.”
Tyler dropped his athletic frame on the couch and turned on the flat screen TV. “What do you think about basketball?” he asked.
“I’ll watch anything.” She cuddled under his arm, inhaling his clean scent. The shower had been amazing.
The entire night was amazing. There was a new kind of peace that wrapped around her. She had found contentment where she least expected it.
Lee typed furiously on his laptop at the dining room table.
“What’s going on over there, man? Why don’t you take a break?” Tyler asked.
Lee’s brow furrowed. “Because the wording is off on the announcement. It sounds amateurish. I need to fix it. And this has to be official. They need weeks to get this right.”
“Can I help?” Brooke offered. She pushed off the couch and stood behind Lee.
“If you have a suggestion for this.” He pointed to the two
lines of the opening statement. He was right. Whoever had written, had misdirected the speech.
“Can I try something?”
Lee rose from his seat, giving her the laptop. Brooke deleted what was on the screen and started over. Members of the media might only stay for the opening comments. Social media would grab the first seconds and run with them. Lee needed something that would set the agenda for their meeting. The punch needed to come from the beginning, not ten minutes into his talk. And she had a soft spot for the foundation. She wanted it to be their beacon of hope. She wanted other people to see what she saw in them.
“What do you think about something like this instead?” She gave him his seat back so he could read the new introduction she composed.
“Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, baby.”
He had a wide grin on his face.
“Really?”
He stood and kissed her. “It’s exactly what we needed.”
She reeled from the kiss. She was starting to feel like a pinball, bouncing from Tyler to Lee, jolted by passion from each one. She liked how she reacted differently to them. It heightened everything around her.
“Can you put the work away now and feed me?” she asked playfully.
Lee slammed the lid on his laptop.
“Absolutely.” He scooped her up in his arms.
She kicked and giggled. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the kitchen table.” He winked.
Twenty-Nine
Lee
Lee held a branch out of the way for Brooke so she could pass safely on the trail. It was hard to believe he was sharing this with her. Hiking was his solitude. Now it included her.
They walked, avoiding the deeper snow drifts and watching the birds try to find food in the ice.
“I can’t get over how beautiful it is out here,” she said.
Lee nodded. “It is.”
“And you own all of this?” She stopped to take in the view from the mountainside.
He watched her. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips a dark red. She looked like she belonged her. A true snow bunny. Sexy and gorgeous.
“We do,” he replied.
They continued to walk. “It’s cold, but I like it.”
“Me too.” He smiled, wondering how he could touch her all bundled up in layers of sweaters and coats.
“I understand why you keep mentioning why you want to stay here. Do you think you will?” she asked.
He shook his head. “It made sense to take a break from StarCon, but it doesn’t make sense to stay away.”
“Do you ever think about leaving the company?”
He stopped in the middle of the trail. They were close to one his favorite hunting cabins. He could see it over the hill.
“No. I couldn’t do that to Ty. We’ve built it from the ground up.”
“But if you aren’t happy, Lee. Why stay?”
He scowled. “Who said I’m not happy?”
“It’s just, you seem frustrated, or something.” She frowned. “Did I say something.”
“No.” He shook his head. He headed in the direction of the hunting cabin. Brooke followed him.
“Is something wrong?” Brooke asked as they hiked deeper into the woods. Everything was silent around them. “Are you sure you aren’t mad?”
He turned to face her. “Yes. Something is very wrong.” He crushed his lips into hers. “You’re all I can think about.” He came up for air. His hands tangled through her long hair, pulling the knit beanie from her head. “I want to be inside you again, Brooke. It’s all I can think about.”
“Oh shit. Me too. But I was afraid to say anything.”
He laughed. “Never be afraid to tell me that. Ever.”
He tugged on her hand, drawing her to the cabin. “I have a solution to our problem.”
Her eyes widened as they walked inside. “What is this place?”
“A retreat within my retreat. Give me five minutes and I’ll warm it up for you.”
He threw a stack of logs into the fireplace and crouched to start the kindling. Within seconds it caught and a small flame started. Lee stood and lit several candles next to the couch.
“You’ll be warm in a minute.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
That move drove him crazy. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her fiercely. She purred under his tongue. “I love your little man cave.”
He laughed. “It’s not a man cave.”
“Then what do you call it?” She slid out of her snow jacket.
He reached for the buckle on his pants. “It’s getting ready to be the very exclusive fuck shack.”
She giggled. “For me?”
The logs began to pop and sizzle as the fire caught and started to blaze. Lee led her to the bearskin rug in front.
“This is most definitely for you, baby.”
She whimpered. “I want you, Lee.”
“More than I want you?”
She nodded, eager for the same thing. She reached toward his zipper, letting her palm slide over the full length of his shaft. He groaned, knowing she could take him to his knees. She pumped her fist over his cock, drawing it to its thickest width.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everything you do…”
“What?” she whispered.
He shoved his pants to the floor.
“Makes me want to bury myself in your ass. So deep, baby.”
She whimpered. “Now? Right now?”
He shook his head. He had detected a slight hint of fear in her voice. “Not yet. It’s going to be perfect when it happens. We’ll make sure you’re ready.”
She sought his lips again, throwing her arms around his neck. His hand roamed over her back, trailing between her legs. He grinned. She wasn’t wearing her panties.
“Such a dirty girl.” He waggled his eyebrows.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. As soon as his dick was coated in her hot wet juices he groaned. He lowered her to the floor, pressing her back against the fluffy rug.
Missionary wasn’t his thing, but right now, he wanted to look in her eyes when he fucked her. He wanted to see her reaction when she came.
Her legs fell open, begging him to take her.
Lee didn’t wait, he pushed his cock inside her heated pussy. Brooke reared back, crying out as he sank into her.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Lee. You feel so good.”
He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.
“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist. “You like being fucked, don’t you?”
“So much.”
She kissed him, twining her tongue along his.
She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his hips. She liked her ass in the air. He pumped into her, wanting to give her everything he could.
He lifted her off his dick and she squealed.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
She quickly scrambled on all fours. The fire crackled next to them as the room began to warm, but they were already out of breath and hot from wanting each other.
He pushed his fingers inside her pussy and she screamed. She was soaking wet. He made a trail to her ass, as he slid two fingers inside her sweet hole.
“Oh, Lee.” She panted hard, throwing her hips back.
“Damn it, I want inside you,” he growled. But even after the dildo and the plug she wasn’t there. He could barely slide two lubed fingers inside her.
She wiggled back, thrusting hard, grunting for him.
“Good girl,” he coaxed. His cock pointed forward. With another jerk of her hips, he speared her pussy and she groaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, while his fingers locked deep in her sweet hole.
She bounced, letting her tits swing back and forth in front of the fireplace. He knew he and Ty had unleashed something feral in her. Something she had
bottled up way too long.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take what you want, baby. Take it. Don’t hold back.”
He watched in awe as she spread her knees wide, allowing him to sink his fingers farther and fucker her deeper with his cock. He held her waist hard, securing her.
“You want to do more than that, don’t you?” he urged her. “Take it, damn it. Take what you want, Brooke. Show me what you can do with that body. Fuck, make us both come.”
“Shit,” she hissed, lifting her palm from the floor and sliding it between her legs.
He groaned with satisfaction as she began to pluck her clit.
Brooke panted desperately. “Oh, I’m going to come. I can’t do this much longer. It’s intense, baby”
“Yes, you are,” he promised. “Coat your fingers. Feel my cock slide inside you.”
“Oh, Lee,” she moaned as she began to explore her heat in new ways. She was a fucking rock star.
She didn’t protest when he added a third finger to her back hole. It slid in with ease she was so turned on and wet. He was so fucking proud of her she didn’t need lube.
“Your ass is stretched farther than it’s ever been,” he growled. “Did you know that? I’ve got you spread so wide, baby. Shit. I’m going to come all over it.”
He wanted it to last longer, but fucking her in this position, while she was being so sweet and submissive, was more than he could take. He and Tyler would give her a hundred more orgasms today if she wanted them. Right now, he needed to see her ass glisten with his come.
Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before his eruption was on the cusp.
She wailed as his cock moved from her pussy. She fucked herself rapidly as he coated the outside of her hole with his come. He watched her beautiful hole clutch and seize as his release coated it, dripping between her cheeks and towards her pussy.
Lee roared toward the ceiling as his body was rattled by his own climax.
“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling forward onto the carpet.
Lee closed his eyes. He had been so close to slamming into her, but he had restrained himself. He wanted her so badly. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had such a high.”