by Lilly Hale
Rad shifted behind her, coming up on his knees. “I’m going to put my cock in you now, baby. You’re ready.” His fingers left her bottom and she heard Rad oiling himself, the slick noise of his hand stroking up and down his length. Elise shuddered, thinking about the size of Rad’s cock. How would it ever fit without tearing her open? Rad laid a hand on her lower back. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I’ll go slow.” Elise felt the blunt head of his shaft tease her opening, then press against it. “Relax and push back. Open up for me,” Rad coached softly in a strained voice.
Taking a deep breath, Elise did as he asked and the head of his cock nudged past her tight ring of muscle and pushed inside her body. It was bigger than the three fingers Rad had inside her and Elise whimpered at the intensity of the pressure.
“God… Elise,” Rad groaned. “You’re so fucking hot and tight.” Elise looked over her shoulder at him. He was sweating, his hair sticking to his temples, his skin glistening in the lamplight. He rubbed more oil where his cock stretched her opening, massaging it in. “Open up again, Elise. Let me in. Let me in all the way.”
Willing herself to relax, Elise spread her legs wider, arched her back more, lifting her bottom for Rad, opening herself for him as he inched his way inside. She looked up at Trey, watched him watch Rad fucking her ass, his pupils so dilated, his irises were almost black. Rad pushed in to the hilt, then held still, his cock feeling as big as a baseball bat inside her burning rear.
Rad growled, then swore softly. “I’m going to fuck you now. Just for a little bit, then you’re going to take Trey, too. Reach down and rub your clit, Elise. It will make it better.” Elise did as he told her, rubbing her engorged clit as he started to move within her tight sheath. He was right, it did make it better. As he slowly stroked in and out of her ass, Elise felt herself loosen, her body blossom open for him until the burn receded, replaced by a deliciously intense feeling of penetration, of fullness. My God, it felt good, so good.
She started to moan and push back against Rad’s strokes. “Oh…Rad. Oh, God…” Her fingers moved faster on her clit. “Oh, Rad, yes… harder!”
“Not yet, Elise,” Rad panted. “Don’t come yet.”
Trey reached under her and grabbed her hand. “Stop rubbing now, sweetheart. Don’t come yet.” Trey looked up at Rad. “Pull out now. Let me get under her.” Rad’s cock slid from her body, making Elise gasp and whimper at the aching sense of emptiness, but it didn’t last long. Trey lay down on the bed and quickly repositioned her so she straddled him, then eased his cock up into her soaking wet pussy. He pumped up into her, reaching down to squeeze her ass as he kissed her hungrily. “Are you ready now? Do you want us both inside you?”
Elise was almost mindless with need. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, please…” She looked over her shoulder as Rad repositioned his cock at her entrance. “Oh God, Rad, yes. Do it. Do it, please!”
Slowly, Rad eased his cock inside her back passage, his handsome face twisted in a grimace of concentration and pleasure. “Ah, fuck. It’s so tight.” Elise cried out at the immense pressure between her legs and Rad stopped halfway in. “Am I hurting you, baby? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, no, don’t stop,” Elise panted, her body adjusting to the intense intrusion. “I can do this. I want it.”
Rad bent forward and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her so she was upright, her back pressed against his chest. His cock slid in further with the shift of position. He kissed her neck while his hands roamed over her breasts, twirling and tweaking her nipples. When Trey reached down and massaged her clit, she melted like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Her body opened and Rad pushed all the way in, seating himself to the hilt, while Trey gripped her hip with one hand and ground up into her pussy. Full! God, she was so incredibly, deliciously stuffed! Her climax hit her full force, like the shock wave from an explosion, so intense her vision blurred and wavered, her body shaking and writhing in Rad’s arms.
Trey pulled her down to him and held her close, kissing her, swallowing her cries and whimpers until she calmed. “Sweetheart, you’re beautiful when you come… so beautiful.”
Rad gripped her hips tightly and he started to move, pulling out of her slowly. “Trey, move with me. Pull out when I push in.”
“Are you all right, Elise?” Trey whispered. “Are you ready?”
Elise nodded, feeling softened and languid from her strong orgasm, and gave herself over to the experience. They began to stroke in and out of her, synchronizing their movements so that while one was pushing in, the other was pulling out. Her head down against Trey’s chest, her bottom in the air, she was completely vulnerable, not able to do anything but open for them and be fucked. She loved it, reveled in it. She felt no fear or embarrassment, only pleasure and love for Trey and Rad. They controlled the experience, her body, her passion, and she trusted them completely.
The pace of their thrusts increased and Elise couldn’t stop the sob of pleasure that tore from her throat. She rose up onto her hands and pushed back against them, riding the wave with them, wanting to give them everything, all she had, make them as happy as they made her.
Rad’s grip on her hips tightened and he groaned loudly. “Fuck! Elise, I’m going to come. Baby, I’m coming in your ass…” Then he stiffened and she felt the hot pulse of him deep in her body, spilling inside her.
Trey’s eyes squeezed closed and he clenched his teeth. He felt it too, through the thin barrier of flesh that separated their cocks. He thrust up hard once more then he too found his release. Elise lowered her head and caught his harsh groan in her mouth, drinking in his cry of ecstasy then collapsed on top of him. Rad covered her lightly, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as both men stroked and soothed her, their cocks finally softening and slipping from her body.
They shifted so Elise lay on the bed between them. After a long, quiet period of recovery, Rad planted a quick kiss to Elise’s lips and rose from the bed. He returned with a wet cloth, removed the sponge and cleaned her gently. Elise smiled at him sleepily, touched by his tender manner. “I could have done that.”
“I know, but I like taking care of you,” he replied, then took the cloth and sponge back to the lavatory. When he returned, he stopped and retrieved something from the pocket of his robe, then crawled back into bed. He grinned like a kid. “Here, I also brought a little treat for us.” He tossed a hard candy onto Trey’s chest, slipped another between Elise’s lips and popped the last into his own mouth.
Trey stretched lazily then put the candy into his mouth. “Butterscotch, I never would have guessed.”
Elise giggled. “You and your butterscotch candy, Rad.”
“What? It’s good,” Rad replied somewhat defensively then added with a mischievous grin, “Almost as good as your juicy little cunny, Elise.”
“Not even close,” Trey argued. “Now, if they made a candy that tasted like your pussy… baby, I’d buy a wagonload.” Rad hummed in agreement.
Elise felt her cheeks warm at their casual talk of her pussy, which was ridiculous considering what they’d just done together. As the candy melted against her tongue, she remembered again the dream she’d had, and decided maybe the time was right to test the waters a bit with Rad and Trey. “Have you always loved butterscotch candy, Rad?”
“Yep, since I was knee high to a toad,” he answered. “It’s my earliest vice. Mother couldn’t get me out of the mercantile without a bag of them in my hand.”
Trey laughed and shook his head. “I remember. What a pain in the ass you were, pitching a fit until she’d finally give in and buy them.”
Rad shrugged. “I’ll admit my persuasive tactics were a bit crude at the time, but it did work, didn’t it?”
“You were a spoiled little shit,” Trey grumbled.
“The reason I asked,” Elise steered the conversation back on track, “is because quite coincidentally I had a dream the first night I was here, about butterscotch candy.” She went on
to describe the dream, how the older boy stole her doll and the two younger boys got it back for her. “…and then the blonde one gave me a piece of this candy. I don’t know what you both looked like when you were children, but the two of them reminded me of you.” They were both quiet for a long moment after she finished speaking and Elise started to wonder if this had been a bad idea.
Trey leaned up on one elbow and looked down at her. Rad’s head was turned on the pillow toward her. Concern had replaced the good humor on their faces.
“How long have you been having these dreams,” Trey asked.
He looked so worried, Elise rushed to reassure him. “It was just the one time, the first night I came here. Trey, I know what you’re thinking, but please, don’t jump to any conclusions.”
“Are you starting to get your memory back, Elise?” Rad asked. “Because if you are, you need to tell us.”
“Guys, please. I don’t think it’s what you’re both worried about.” She paused, trying to tread carefully through this dangerous subject she’d opened up and now wished she hadn’t. “There are some things about me I haven’t told you. What I mean is, I do have memories of my life before.” Trey visibly paled and Elise’s heart lurched in alarm. “No, Trey! It’s not that. I don’t have memories of Elizabeth’s life. They’re of a different life, the life I was living before I woke up in this body after the accident.”
A look passed between the two brothers before Trey spoke. “You remember your life before the accident, but it wasn’t Elizabeth’s?”
“Yes. I know this must sound just completely crazy, but I was a different woman before the accident. Literally. I had a life, friends, family, a job…” She was going to add fiancé then thought better of it. “But it wasn’t here, in this time.”
Rad sat up in bed and gaped at her. “Elise, if this is a joke, please stop. I know I probably deserve some payback for the teasing I’ve done, but honey, this is scaring me a little.”
Elise scrambled into a sitting position and took both men’s hands in her own. “Oh, no, please. Don’t be scared.” She took a deep breath. “Look, what I’m trying to tell you is I’m not Elizabeth. I never was Elizabeth. Before the accident, I was Veronica Elise Davis and I was living in Savannah…in the year 2010.”
“Elise…” Trey began then just trailed off. He clearly didn’t know what to say.
Elise groaned and squeezed their hands. She hadn’t intended to get this far into it, but now that she’d started, she had to try to explain. “I know how this sounds, but I’m not crazy. Trey, remember after the accident when I was going on about my cell phone and my car?”
“You were in shock, talking gibberish.”
“It wasn’t gibberish. In 2010 we have devices called phones, like a wireless telegraph, that we can use to communicate with each other over long distances, but they’re small enough to fit in your hand. And cars, automobiles…they’re like carriages, but they use a combustion engine for power, so they don’t need horses to pull them.” She could see Trey trying to digest what she was telling him. “Trey, why do you think I talk so funny? How many southern belles do you know of that talk like me, hmm?” She turned to Rad and gave his hand another squeeze. “Rad, how many nineteenth century women do you know that do Tequila shots and play strip poker?” Trey’s eyebrows lifted at that and Rad did manage a fleeting smile. “Guys, I know this is a lot to take in, and I don’t expect you to believe it right away, but please don’t have me committed. I swear to you, I’m not nuts.”
“But you do have Elizabeth’s memories, Elise,” Trey said quietly. “That dream. I don’t think it was a dream. I think it was a memory of Rad and me. You were pretty little, but I was old enough to remember. It was during a garden party at the Shelby plantation. I remember finding Elizabeth crying, then seeing Nicholas Shelby dangling her doll over the riverbank... I remember that day because when I fought Nicholas to get the doll back, we were rolling around on the ground and I cut my elbow on a sharp stone." He lifted his bent arm and Elise could see the light, raised scar there. “You were crying, so Rad gave you a candy trying to cheer you up.”
Rad brought her hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckle. “Honey, you hurt your head in that accident. Maybe the memories from the future aren’t really memories at all. They could be dreams or fantasies. They just seem real.”
Elise could feel tears sting her eyes. God, how she wished she hadn’t brought this up! She shook her head in frustration. “No. No, they’re not fantasies. I have memories of an entire life, not just bits and pieces. I can remember all the way back to when I was five. I almost died in a drowning accident that year. I can remember afterward, being so depressed, especially when we had to move away, up north.” A tear slipped down her cheek and she swiped it away. “No, Rad, I remember everything from that life. It’s not a fantasy.”
“Elizabeth nearly died, as well,” Trey said. “She was five when it happened. Her mother died not long after.”
“I know,” Elise said then took a calming breath. “Jemma told me. Don’t you think it’s odd that both Elizabeth and I had close brushes with death at the same age? And at that time, my parents and I were living on the same site as the old Cottonwood plantation. Same place, different times… it’s weird. I think there is some kind of connection between us, but I can’t figure it out yet. All I know for certain is that she and I are not the same person. We never were.”
Suddenly, she realized that she’d crossed a line with them. Now that part of the truth was out, they would never look at her the same way. They had to believe either she was losing her mind, or she was becoming Elizabeth again. Either way, it would spell the end of any possible future together. If she didn’t figure out the whole truth of her being here, and soon, she could lose both of them.
Fresh tears welled up. “Guys, would you mind, could you just--just hold me, please? I know it’s really late, but could you stay with me for a while longer?”
Trey’s arms came around her shoulders and he lowered her gently to her pillow. “Shh, sweetie, don’t cry.”
Rad laid down along her other side and slid his arm around her waist, snugging her up tight against him and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I didn’t expect so many tears tonight, or I’d have brought more candy.”
Elise gave a watery laugh and brought her hand up to cradle his face. “I do love you both, so much. I don’t want to lose you.”
****
Trey awoke to Rad poking him on the shoulder. “Psst, Trey. We’ve got to go. It’s almost seven.”
Trey was instantly alert. “Shit. We overslept.” He watched as Rad pressed a lingering kiss to Elise’s temple as she slumbered. A peaceful smile touched her lips and he couldn’t resist planting a quick kiss there before he rolled from the bed and pulled his clothes on.
“Thank God it’s Sunday,” Rad whispered and he threw on his robe. “Hopefully, Oliver hasn’t been to our rooms to wake us yet.” It was their standing arrangement with their valet to let them sleep a bit later on Sundays.
“Yes, but the others will be up and about already,” Trey replied, picking up his shoes and tip-toeing to the door. “Come on. We’re going to have to be careful and move quickly.” He opened the door gingerly and peaked out into the hall, then motioned for Rad. “It’s clear. Let’s go.”
As both men slipped out and made their way to their rooms, Trey jumped at the sound of a door softly closing across the hall. Rachael’s door. He turned to look, expecting to see her gaping at him, but the hall was empty. He groaned inwardly, hoping it was nothing, but afraid the inevitable had happened already. They’d been caught and would have some very uncomfortable explaining to do.
Chapter Nineteen
“It’s so beautiful today.” Elise sighed as she removed her bonnet and let the sun warm her face. Trey moved his arm around her shoulder and she let her head rest against it as she settled back into the cushioned seat of their open Phaeton carriage. They relaxed comfortably now that the
y’d left the city and moved into the peaceful solitude of the countryside.
“Mm,” Trey agreed. “A perfect Indian summer afternoon. Enjoy it. We probably won’t see this warm weather again until spring.”
“Thank you, Rad, for suggesting this,” Elise added, “It was a brilliant idea.”
“Then how come I’m the one stuck up here driving while Trey gets you all to himself,” Rad grumbled good-naturedly from the front seat. “Doesn’t seem quite fair to me, somehow.”
“Don’t get your hackles up. I’ll drive on the way back,” Trey promised, taking advantage of their privacy by nudging Elise’s face toward him to sample her lips. She hummed happily against his mouth.
It was so lovely to be able to be themselves, show their affection openly without fear of being seen and judged. The only sign of civilization was an occasional farm house set back from the road amid grassy pastures and the bright orange and red autumn foliage. At one point, they went through a covered bridge that spanned a small stream. Rad stopped the carriage mid-way through.
"What are you up to?" Elise asked him with a smile as he tied off the reins to free his hands and turned around in his seat.
"Merely performing the customary salute required when one brings a lady through the Kissing Bridge." Rad reached for her hands and pulled her forward into his arms. His gaze flicked down to her parted lips and his dimple creased his cheek. "May I?"
"By all means," Elise answered with a giggle, before eagerly accepting his kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips to stroke his playfully. She felt Trey’s hands on her hips, pulling her back away from Rad. Their lips separated with an audible “smack”.
“Hey,” Rad protested. “We weren’t finished.”
“You’re supposed to be driving,” Trey reminded him as he gathered Elise back against him.
“Hang it,” Rad groused. “This isn’t any fun. I’m finding a place to park.”
Rad steered the horse to a secluded spot behind a copse of fiery red sumac, then they spread a blanket out on the grass. To Elise’s delight, Rad produced a basket that contained some bread, cheese, a bottle of white wine and three glasses.