The Bayshore Rivals: The Entier Series

by Cassandra Hallman

  It takes everything inside me to push aside the feeling of a thousand needles prickling across my skin that the ice-cold water leaves me with. My lungs burn, begging, pleading for air, but I have none to give them. Squeezing my eyes shut, I overcome the stiffness in my limbs and start kicking my legs with everything I have left. I will not die without a fight.

  I swim through the darkness and toward the surface, giving it my all, but it’s not enough. The current is too strong, the water too dark. I’m too weak.

  The sea is swallowing me whole…and all that is left is death.

  It’s finally come for me...it’s finally time.

  Air fills my lungs, and my eyes pop open as I feel around me to gather my bearings. Where am I? What’s happening? For a moment I’m suspended in time, unsure of everything around me. Sweat dribbles down the side of my face, and the sound of my heartbeat swooshes in my ears. Something moves beside me, and I look over, slowly coming back to my senses.

  “It was just a nightmare, everything is okay, you’re okay,” Oliver soothes. My throat tightens, words refusing to come out at that moment. I wasn’t okay though. I was dying, drowning, alone in the darkness. The sea swallowing me whole.

  Tremors of fear ripple through me as I remember the dream as if it actually happened to me, and then I realize… it did. I almost drowned. Someone did push me off a boat. Someone wants me dead, and I don’t know why. The fear inside me spikes and I find myself rolling over, and burying my face into Oliver’s bare chest. Inhaling his masculine scent, I try and push the worries away.

  “Shh, I’ll never let anything happen to you again,” Oliver murmurs, his lips ghosting against my forehead. My entire body is shaking now, but I believe him. The hand slung over me rubs soothingly up and down my back, the motion alone pulls me from the foggy fear surrounding me. With every stroke of his hand, I feel less afraid, and more turned on. A fire sparking deep inside my gut.

  Tipping my head back, I peer up at Oliver, his face is creased with sleep, but his eyes are magnificent, deep and dark, like melted chocolate.

  “Are you okay?” Banks’ muffled voice sounds from behind me. The sheets rustle and then I feel him closer, his hard body brushing against mine. Oliver moves his hand and Banks moves even closer until he’s sandwiched me between him and Oliver.

  “I almost died. In my dream, I was dying, and no one saved me, and the water was rushing in,” I whimper, unable to hold it together a second longer. Oliver caresses my face with his hand, his thumb brushing against my lip, while his eyes bore into mine.

  “I jumped into the water that night to save you. There was no way I was going to let you drown. You weren’t alone, Harlow, and you never will be again.”

  He saved me? He jumped into the water and saved me? Before I can fully grasp the significance of the statement, his lips are on mine. I’m vaguely aware of Banks’ fingers sinking possessively into my hip, pulling my rear into his hardness. With Oliver’s lips on mine, Banks brushes away the hair at my neck and peppers my skin with kisses. Instantly my body melts, my insides turning to molten lava.

  Oliver cradles my face in his hands, and continues his assault on my lips, kissing me like a man starved of food. He sips from my lips like I’m a sweet nectar, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing my own. The tiniest of whimpers slips past my mouth as the hold Banks has on me grows harder, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. Oliver swallows up my whimper but not before Banks can hear it. Again, he squeezes the flesh, kneading it in his hand, his fingers playing with the waistband of my shorts.

  Oh, hell, I want his fingers in me, no, I need them in me. I need the ache forming between my thighs elevated before I combust.

  Breaking the kiss, I suck in a precious breath of oxygen before I whisper, “I want to do with you what I did with Sullivan.” I speak to both of them, and, though, I can’t see Banks’ face at that moment, the deep growl that emits from his mouth and against my skin tells me he approves.

  “You don’t have to. That’s not what this is about. Yes, we want you, but it’s deeper than that. It’s so much more than sex, Harlow.”

  I can’t comprehend his words right now, not with Banks’ lips on my skin, and Oliver beside me, his lips swollen and his eyes wild with need. He’s saying one thing, but his body is reacting in another way, the large bulge pressing against my thigh giving him away. He wants this so badly, just like I do, and I need to prove it to him.

  “I know it’s not about sex, but I want you, both of you. It feels like I’m burning up inside. I don’t understand the need, or why, all I know is that I have this connection with each of you, and I want to strengthen it. It pains me to be so close and not have the same things with you two that I do with Sullivan. I want that connection to grow.”

  “Sex or no sex, we’re connected. That won’t ever change,” Banks whispers against my skin, his voice deep and smoky.

  “Please,” I plead one last time, and as if the word alone holds power, Oliver’s resolve snaps. Pulling away, he shucks his shorts. Banks does the same, and then together, they help me out of my own clothing. Rolling me over onto my back, Oliver slowly peels my shirt off while his brother does the same with my shorts. It doesn’t take them long, and before I know it, I’m completely bare, not only in a physical sense but in an emotional one as well. It feels like I’m giving each of them a piece of my jagged heart.

  Banks leans forward, pressing his lips to mine, his kiss is hotter, deeper, wilder than Oliver’s and he brands me with his lips, leaving me burning. I can feel Oliver moving against the sheets, and then I feel his fingers, gently skimming over my tummy, moving lower and lower. My legs part all on their own, and I tremble with anticipation.

  “Your body is a temple, Harlow, and it deserves to be worshipped,” Oliver whispers, his tone gravely and zinging straight to the epi-center of my core. I want to respond, but I can’t. My lips are molded to Banks’ and the possessiveness of his kiss tells me he won’t let me go, no matter what.

  “I’m going to taste you, lick, and suck, nibble, and devour every inch of your pink pussy.”

  Oh god, yes, please, yes. My fingers fist the sheets, and my heart gallops in my chest when I feel the first lick of Oliver’s tongue.

  Banks breaks the kiss, and a low mewl escapes my lips. “So fucking pretty, and perfect. You were made for us, your body, your heart, and your soul,” he hisses, his hands finding both my breasts. He kneads the flesh, rolling my puckered nipples between two fingers. With wide eyes, I stare up into his crystal blue orbs, becoming entranced by them. I arch into his touch while at the same time lifting my hips, needing more, so much more.

  “Greedy. Such a greedy girl,” Oliver chuckles against my folds, and as if he has a direct line to my mind, he starts to devour me, nuzzling his nose against my clit, he tongues my entrance. In and out, in and out, his tongue swirling around in a circle.

  “I can see how wet you are, how much you want us. Come all over my brother’s tongue so we can claim you…” Banks commands huskily, and I swear his voice alone has some type of spell on me. The heat in my belly spreads outward, and as Oliver licks me faster, alternating between licks and sucks, I find myself being pulled closer and closer to the cliff’s edge.

  Two fingers enter me without warning, spreading me. I expect there to be some pain, but there’s none, in fact, there’s nothing but pleasure. It sparks, igniting my orgasm like a rocket that’s heading toward the moon. One more pluck of my nipple, and two more dips inside my tightness and I’m soaring through the air, my entire body burning, like a shooting star, I burn up across the night sky.

  A gasp catches in my throat as I tumble through nothingness, my eyes fall closed, and my nails sink into flesh that I didn’t even know I was holding onto. Oliver growls deeply between my thighs as he licks my orgasm clean. I blink my eyes open and find Banks staring at me, the look in his eyes is possessive and tells me that tonight means everything to him. Oliver pulls away, and I’m left reeling, a thou
sand different emotions prickling the surface.

  “Roll to your side,” he says, gently nudging me to roll over. I do as he asks, resuming the same position we were laying in before. Oliver is in front of me, and Banks is behind me. The only difference now… we are all naked.

  I can feel Banks’ hard length pressing up against my ass cheeks as he kisses my bare shoulder, before grazing my ear with his teeth, “Tonight, we’re going to make slow love to you. Show you how much we really care about you, and how we truly are one. You belong with us, and you never have to be alone again.”

  Swallowing, I push any, and all, thoughts away. Whatever happens tomorrow, I will deal with then, my emotions, my thoughts. All of it can wait. Falling into the feeling of nothing, but the two of them, I moan as Banks once again starts to kiss me, his lips sucking at the tender flesh beneath my ear.

  Oliver lifts my leg and drapes it over his, opening my center up to him. He pulls me into his body, his cock brushing against my sensitive clit as he lines himself up with my entrance. A soft gasp fills the air as he slips inside, stretching me slowly, so slowly, I think I might die.

  Banks groans into my ear as if he was the one to slip inside me. His hands roam over every inch of flesh, my chest, neck, and hips, while his brother inches himself inside of me, deeper, and deeper until I feel nothing but him. Air rushes from my lungs, and my body once again feels like it’s burning up.

  Once seated fully, he gives me a moment to adjust to his size. I feel so full, but also content, like this is exactly what I needed. For the first time, I don’t worry about my memories returning. I don’t feel broken or lost. All the confusion in my mind is gone and replaced with the feelings Oliver and Banks are giving me. There is no need to worry because, in this room, I have everything I’ll ever want or need.

  Oliver pulls out of me almost all the way, only to thrust back inside. His movement causes my back to press more firmly into Banks. Every nerve ending in my body starts to tingle, needing more, and as if Banks understands that need, he begins to touch me again, running his fingers all over my back, shoulders, arms and coming to rest against my ass. I wonder if he wants to claim that part of me too.

  “I know you’re thinking about it. About letting me take your virgin ass, and I will, just not tonight…” Oh lord. The growl he emits could wake the dead, and when his teeth sink into my shoulder, a spasm of pleasure radiates out of my core, causing me to clench around Oliver’s length. Oliver holds onto me tightly, his fingers digging into my skin while he stares at me with so much need and conviction, I could cry. His body is wound tight, his muscles trembling with every thrust, telling me just how much he wants this, how much he needs it.

  “I’ve dreamed about this night, about having you for the first time, about coming inside of you.” His eyes are wild and full of life. It’s risky, I know that but I’m on the pill, and I know they would never put me in danger like that.

  “Yes,” I pant, feeling the distinct build of pleasure filling my veins. The idea of him coming inside me only turns me on more. Banks plucks at my hard nipples, and grinds his cock against my ass, making Oliver hit something deeper inside of me. I can’t help myself, there’s no holding back the pleasure that comes rippling through me.

  “I’m going to come inside you…” Oliver groans and I nod, as pleasure overtakes me.

  My entire body trembles and my chest rises and falls like I’m running a triathlon. Like a rubber band pulled too tight, I snap, euphoric pleasure floods every cell of my body, and my channel grips onto Oliver’s shaft with a vengeance, refusing to let go.

  He continues to thrust through my orgasm, his teeth gritted, and his grip tight, until he finds his own release only a moment later, his cock swelling before his sticky hot seed fills me.

  Oliver stays inside me for another moment, his cock softening. We are both panting, unable to catch our breaths, but he doesn’t care about that, and neither do I. His lips find mine again. He kisses me with nothing but raw passion, and I moan into his mouth.

  I can’t get enough of him… them.

  Our lips are still touching when he pulls out of me. As soon as he does, Banks’ grip on my hip tightens, and he pulls me into his groin. His cock slides between my folds from behind with ease, coated with his brother’s release and my own.

  “Fuck, Harlow… I don’t know if I can do slow,” Banks admits, his hot breath fanning against my shoulder. “I want you so bad, and I’ve wanted you for so long that I haven’t had sex since that first night we kissed. I was done for after that night, completely mesmerized by you.”

  “Take me however you want,” the words come out on an exhale.

  Slow, fast, it doesn’t matter to me. All I want is him inside of me.

  “Lord, help me, you make it so hard to be a gentleman when you say things like that.” Without warning, he slips inside of me, bottoming out with ease, the head of his cock meeting the end of my cervix. Again, I’m full, so full, but like my body should, it adjusts to Banks’ length the same as it did to Oliver’s.

  Pleasure overtakes me as Banks fucks me, literally fucks me, his thrusts as harsh as his kisses, and as hard as his love is.

  Oliver lowers his head, taking my nipple into his mouth and between his teeth. Gently he bites down, and a lightning bolt of pleasure zips through me, causing my toes to curl. A loud moan fills the room, my moan.

  For a split second, I think I should be quiet, but I can’t come up with a good reason why. We are out in the middle of nowhere, who is going to hear me? Sullivan? I’ve already had sex with him, and he knows I want his brothers as much as I want him. If he wakes up, I’m certain he won’t care, that is if he’s not already awake.

  “Shit, you’re so tight, and perfect. You’ve ruined me for anyone, you’re it, Harlow.” Banks grunts every word, and it sounds like he’s barely holding on. His grip tightens, his force bruising, and I want to fall deep into his touch. I want to let him swallow me whole.

  “I can hear how wet you are, the sound of all our juices coming together. It’s hot as fuck, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard.” Oliver declares, his lips pressing hot kisses over my chest. Oh, god. It’s happening again. I don’t know how but it is… the pleasure is building, and this time it almost hurts. It feels like it’s being ripped out of me.

  “Come with me...I need to come…” Banks is unhinged, wild, a beast that is staking his claim on my heart.

  “Yes… yes…” I moan, panting so hard, I might pass out. Pleasure blooms inside me like a flower opening up for the first time. Oliver sucks on my breast so hard that there’s an edge of pain to the pleasure. Using his other hand, he kneads the sensitive flesh, walking the line between pleasure and pain.

  Banks’ fingers dig into the skin around my hips as he holds onto me with all his strength as if he is scared I’ll disappear. He thrusts inside of me over and over again, and it feels like he goes deeper every time. It feels like he’s branding himself inside of me, making sure I will never forget what it’s like to have him there.

  “I’m coming,” I just barely manage to get out before I explode, going off like a bomb. The orgasm is so powerful, I see stars before my eyes, every muscle in my body convulses in their holds. Every cell in my being is on fire, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am, all I know is unyielding pleasure.

  Banks grunts and stills inside me after one last powerful thrust. My swollen lips part, and a gasp releases from inside my chest when I feel the warmth of his release flood my channel. With his face buried in my hair, we both come down like floating feathers, from our high.

  Oliver’s head is nestled against my chest as the room grows quiet. Moans and pants slowly turn into even breathing. Banks is still inside me, and he doesn’t make a move to pull out. We all just lie there, our bodies intertwined.

  “Are you okay?” Oliver asks, peppering soft kisses against my skin.

  “More than okay. I feel whole… like we belong together.”

  “That’s what
I’ve been telling you, haven’t I?”

  “Yes, and I’m sorry it took me until now to realize it.”

  “That’s okay, I’ll forgive you.” I can almost see the smile on Banks’ face at my back, which causes me to smile. My eyes feel heavy, and I feel so content I could sleep just like this, and maybe I will. Banks slips out of me, and they both wrap me up in their arms, creating a cocoon. My breathing starts to even out when I hear someone moving, only then do I remember why I should have been quiet.

  Sullivan.

  “You guys seriously fucking suck,” he mutters under his breath. Banks and Oliver chuckle next to me, the whole bed vibrating with their laughter, but I feel bad. A second later, I hear Sullivan get up off the couch and the sound of the bathroom door closing. I briefly consider getting up to go and find him, to give him something too, but decide against it. Sullivan had me first, and he’ll have me again, soon.

  I discover then, as I’m part-way between sleep and wakefulness that it doesn’t matter if my brain can’t remember them, because my heart and my body, they’ll never forget.

  24

  The next morning, I expect things to be a little awkward, but I’m pleasantly surprised when they’re not. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Everything just feels right, like it’s meant to be. I’m deliciously sore and end up spending a good thirty minutes in the shower letting the hot water beat against my back before I get out and get dressed.

  When I return to the living area, Oliver is standing in front of the stove making breakfast, while Banks disappears into the bathroom. Sullivan is sitting on the couch, surfing the channels, so I decide to join him. I sit next to him, leaving a few inches between us, but he shakes his head and grabs my arm, pulling me into his side.

  “I think I deserve some cuddling, at least,” Sullivan grins, and I can feel my cheeks heat thinking about last night.