“She’s coming back, you know,” Sullivan whispers into the shell of my ear, and a shiver rolls down my spine. It’s insane how effortless they have to be when it comes to my body. With them, I’m in tune, every muscle, every beat of my heart, they own me, consume me. There is no them and me. Just us now.
“I know, but it’s so hard. I’ve never been away from her, and all I can think about is if she’s going to get enough snuggles. Is she going to miss me? What if she cries, and Caroline doesn’t know what to do?” I’m rambling now, but these are all the things I worry about as a new mother.
“Let us take your mind off the small stuff for a few hours.” Banks sneaks up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back to his chest. His warmth blankets me, and I melt into his touch, letting him guide me into the bedroom. Since everything that happened, we got a new house in a new area, away from Bayshore. We wanted to a new life, a fresh start, and that meant leaving the past behind.
With both Shelby and my stepmom dead, things have finally become easier, safer, and much less complicated. But the past will always be a part of me, no matter how hard I try to forget it. It will always be there.
My father has tried to contact me a few times, but I never could bring myself to talk to him. The two people that surprisingly did stay in my life are Matt and George Bishop. I don’t talk to Matt often, but we have stayed friends. We all hung out a few times, and the guys actually became friends as well. George has been telling me about my mom, my real mom. The chance to meet her was taken away from me a long time ago, but at least I have his stories to get to know her.
“What exactly are you going to do to help take my mind off of things?” I smirk, knowing damn well what they all have planned. “Didn’t we tell Caroline we were going out for dinner and drinks?”
Sullivan chuckles, and I can feel that deep husky sound in my bones. “Yeah, we could still do that, but we really thought about something else… something better.”
“It would have been weird to tell Caroline what we really had planned,” Banks points out. “Hey, Caroline, would you please watch our baby so we can have an uninterrupted fuckfest?”
Oliver punches Banks in the arm, making me giggle.
“You are such a romantic, but you do have a point,” I tease, “So… what exactly do you have planned?”
“Follow us, and we’ll show you,” Oliver says, holding out his hand to me. I take it eagerly and let him lead me up the stairs. Banks and Sullivan follow close behind.
They lead me to my bedroom, the one I hardly ever sleep in, and Oliver motions for me to open the door. I grab the brass doorknob, turn and push the door open. When I see the inside of the room, I can’t help but gasp.
The entire space is decorated beautifully. There are candles set up on the dresser and desk, illuminating the room with a dim, romantic light. Fresh cut flowers are sitting on my nightstand, giving the space a fresh, flowery scent, and rose petals are artfully laid out on the bed in a heart shape, making the whole thing just perfect.
“Oh, you guys. I love it,” I say, having to hold back tears. Tears of happiness, of course. I’m just so happy and incredibly lucky. Not only did I find one man of my dreams, but I found three. Three wonderful men who love me and would do anything for me and my happiness.
We enter the room, and like always, Banks is the first one to lose his patience. I giggle as he pounces on me like a wild animal. His lips crash against mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I’m consumed by his kiss as I pull up his shirt while he undoes my pants. We only break the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The fabric landing somewhere on the other side of the room.
As soon as Banks’ upper body is free, I run my hands across his chest, stopping at the tiny raised scar where he was stabbed.
It’s hard to believe that something that is so small now, barely noticeable even, almost cost him his life. I shudder just thinking about it, reliving those moments of when he was in the hospital, fighting for his life while Sullivan and Oliver promised me that everything was going to be okay. I remember falling apart, not knowing if I was ever going to come back together again.
Someone moves behind me, starting to pull up my shirt, and Banks moves from my mouth to my breasts. Pulling my bra cups down and freeing my boobs, he closes his lips around one of my nipples. My head falls back, and I moan, just as my shirt is being pulled over my head.
“You smell divine,” Oliver whispers against the tender skin on my neck as he undoes my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He starts peppering open mouth kisses all along my neck, shoulders, and down my spine while his brother pays special attention to my chest.
“Lay her on the bed, so we can show her the other surprise,” Sullivan urges, and the next thing I know, Banks is wrapping his arms around me, and picking me up. I throw my arms around his neck and start to giggle like a schoolgirl.
He gently deposits me on the bed and pulls my panties off in the next moment, leaving me completely naked. When I look up, I see Sullivan holding a small bottle of lotion or maybe oil, I can’t really tell.
“We’re going to give you a relaxing massage,” Oliver grins, letting Sullivan pour some liquid into his palm.
“Yes, a very, very relaxing massage,” Banks adds with a wink, while he also gets what looks to be massaging oil poured on his hands.
I smile again, but the smile turns into a low sigh when Banks’ warm, oily hands land on me, slowly working into my tight muscles.
“Where did you learn to do that?” I sigh, melting into the mattress. Banks’ hands move up my body, while Sullivan crawls up onto the bed and starts massaging my shoulders and neck. Oliver tends to my feet, and right then, it starts to feel like what I imagine heaven feels like.
Their big hands work my tight muscles and tender flesh until I’m nothing more than a liquid mass floating in the center of the bed.
“I hope you’re ready for us,” Sullivan whispers as he leans down, and nibbles on my earlobe. Banks takes that moment to suck one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and Oliver, well, he spreads my thighs and settles between them. I can feel the heat of his breath against my core, and I shiver.
“Oh, god. It’s not going to take me long with all three of you,” I complain, even though it’s not really a complaint. “But still, I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think it will ever be enough...”
“That’s fine. We’ve got hours and days, and if that’s not good enough, we’ve got years too.” Sullivan says, sucking at my throat hard enough to leave a hickey behind. I open my mouth to speak, but the words are lost on me when I feel Oliver’s rough tongue against my slit. At the same time, Banks pinches one of my nipples, and I can’t help myself.
My pussy gushes and my thighs quiver with the impending pleasure that’s about to be brought on me. With my clit in his mouth, Oliver enters me with two fingers, pumping in and out of me with an ounce of resistance.
“Fuck me, my cock is harder than steel right now,” Banks says, his voice muffled from my breast. I try to focus on each of them individually, but I can’t. The pleasure builds rising second by second, and it doesn’t take me long to start going off.
“Come, baby, come all over my brother’s tongue,” Sullivan’s filthy words only encourage me onward, and with a gasp, I lift my hips and fall apart, grinding my core into Oliver’s face. Like a wild animal, he continues to feast on me, leaving not even a drop of my release behind. By the time he’s done, I’m completely spent, and the brothers move away from me to slip out of their own clothing.
Watching through hooded eyes, I admire each of their bodies, my mouth watering as their rock-hard cocks come into view.
“You ready to get fucked?” Banks growls, and I nibble on my bottom lip seductively before nodding my head. He strokes his cock up and down a few times with the oil that they used on my body earlier. Then they’re moving me.
Banks lifts me, and I reach out, pressing my hands down onto his impeccable chest as he impales me o
n his cock in one single thrust. My gaze widens, and my tongue darts out over my bottom lip. Sweet baby Jesus.
He stills inside of me, and I swear it’s like he’s grown, gotten bigger. It doesn’t hurt, but I feel fuller. Oliver appears in front of me, and Sullivan presses against my back, bending me to his will. Banks fingers dig into the flesh at my hips, holding me in place as he bucks his hips, his cock slicing me in two. At the same time, Oliver starts to stroke his cock, the mushroom tip is red and painful looking, and all I can think to do is ease his pain.
“You want my cock in your mouth?” he questions, his thick, heady voice shooting lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
“Yes,” I gasp, just as Sullivan starts to lather my ass, and my puckered asshole with the oil. His fingers probe at the entrance before slipping in with ease. Slowly he fucks my ass with his fingers while Banks moves steadily in and out of me.
Like a cat in heat, I mewl, the sound radiating through Oliver’s cock, which I suck on like a lollipop. Teetering back and forth between Sullivan and Banks, we slowly find a rhythm that works for all of us.
“Fuck, yes, suck me, baby. I want to come down your throat. Fill your belly with my cum.” Mmm, yes. Sucking him harder, I take him deeper into my mouth, gagging when he threads his fingers through my hair and holds me against his groin. My lungs burn, and my eyes water, but as soon as he pulls back and I see the pleasure pooling in his eyes, I’m doing it all over again. With every hole filled, it doesn’t take long for me to fall apart, and with my orgasm brings the brothers’ orgasms.
Banks is the first to come, groaning as my clenching pussy rips every drop of sticky hot seed from his cock. Oliver is next, and I fondle his balls as he holds my head in place, fucking my throat until he finally reaches climax. I suck him off until he grows soft and slips from my mouth. Pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as he moves off the bed, most likely going into the bathroom.
With two out of the three done, I push back against Sullivan, and he meets my thrust, slamming into me with the same intense need. His touch is rough, and all I can feel is his cock taking my ass.
“Please fill my ass with your cum,” I whimper, knowing how he loves it when I talk dirty. Peering at him over my shoulder, we lock eyes, and his thrusts become harder, almost painful, but like a volcanic eruption, I feel my own climax sneaking up on me. Thrust. Thrust. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room, and my mouth pops open, a delightful moan escaping.
Banks smirks at me, and I can feel the bite of pain as he rolls my hardened nipples between two fingers.
“Come on, baby, you can come again. I know you can…” Banks encourages, the look in his eyes is dark, heated, and like waves cresting the beach, my orgasm slams into me. At the same time, a roar that could wake the dead pierces the air. Sagging against Banks’ sweaty body, I smile floating down from my own orgasm while Sullivan fills me with every drop of his release.
My lids start to grow heavy immediately after. It’s been a long time since we did a threesome, and with a baby, there isn’t much time for sex, let alone with all three of them.
“You okay?” Sullivan asks, his fingers caressing my back.
“More than okay. I’m pretty sure I’ve become a pile of liquid mush.”
“No worries, we’ll let you sleep for a little while before we go for round two.”
That causes me to perk up, “Round two?” I roll off Banks, and sit up on the bed, my eyes moving between all three of the men I love.
“Yes, round two, and three, and four, and…”
Oliver rolls his eyes, “I think she gets it. We want to fuck her.”
“Oh, that’s not the only thing we want,” Banks snickers and jumps off the bed. Confusion isn’t even a word I would use to describe how I’m feeling, still my brow furrows, and I try and comprehend what is happening.
“What do you mean?” I direct my question to all three of them.
“We started as enemies,” Oliver says.
“We became lovers,” Sullivan says next.
“We have saved each other, and had a baby,” Banks adds.
“And?” I say, my heart beating out of my chest.
The brothers look to each other before Sullivan pulls out a black velvet box. It’s then that I know what is happening.
“Will you do us the honor of becoming Mrs. Bishop?”
What? How? What do I even say to that? After all we’ve gone through? After everything that’s happened, there is no way I could ever say no.
We’re more than just fated rivals.
We’re lovers, we’re a family, and together we beat the odds. We got our happily ever after, and so much more.
“Of fucking course. I’d love nothing more than to be tied to the three men I love for life.”
Something that resembles relief appears on each of their faces, and within seconds the heavy, three stone diamond ring is placed on my finger. Nestled between the three diamonds is one smaller one, and I know right away the symbolism of that ring. It was designed with a purpose. Our story.
Three Brothers.
One love story.
A lifetime of love.
The End
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Willow
“I didn’t do it. I didn’t fucking do it.” Brett’s voice echoes in my mind. The image of him being taken out of the court room plays behind my closed eyes. I wake up drenched from head to toe in sweat, my heart racing inside my chest, beating against my rib cage like it might break free and fly away. I don’t remember the last time I had a nightmare like this. Sitting up in my bed, I shove the covers off my clammy body and force air into my lungs, reminding myself that I did the right thing.
You’re a good person, Willow. You know it was him. You did the right thing. I tell myself as I drag my butt into the shower and get ready for the day. Thank God these dorms have bathrooms attached to each room. I guess that’s to be expected in one of the most elite universities in the country.
Washing my hair and body on autopilot, I rinse off and step out, grabbing a fluffy towel off the rack.
There is a small brunch event for all the freshmen and their families, and if I’m late… Shivers ripple down my back at the thought. After all the things my father did to get me into this school, I don’t want to think of what might happen to me if I mess this up.
“You’ll do right by our family name. You won’t make a mockery out of me like your sister did, will you?” My father’s stern voice rings out through my ears as a reminder of what’s to come. Even after everything my sister had gone through, he still blamed her, still disowned her. Now she has nothing, and I’m forced to live up to my father’s incredibly high standards. Then again, it’s this or allow my sister to be homeless.
The only plus side to being here is that it’s a two-hour drive from my father’s estate to Blackthorn, and I doubt he will a
ttend any of the family events, nor does he expect me to come home for the weekends. Thank God for that.
Alice, my roommate, groans into her pillow, her silky blonde hair nothing more than a knotted mess on her head. “It’s morning already? It feels like I hardly slept,” she groans.
“You literally drank like three Starbucks Espressos last night. I’m shocked you went to bed at all,” I snort.
“It’s not my fault your definition of water and mine are two different things,” she yawns as she slowly pushes from the bed. “I need coffee to function, okay? Don’t hate.”
My lips turn up into a tiny smile, and I laugh softly. Alice is everything I’m not; lighthearted, funny, comes from a loving family. She doesn’t have a care in the world, while I carry so many burdens, my back hurts.
She is, the glass is half-full, kind of person, while I’m, the glass is always half-empty, kind. Maybe we are a case of opposites attract because, since the moment I walked into the dorms, we hit it off. Alice introduced herself with a bright smile on her face, and like two magnets, we were drawn to each other. She’s only been my roommate for a week, but we’ve already grown closer than I thought possible.
When I arrived at Blackthorn, I had very low expectations when it came to making friends. Back home, I had a plethora of friends; girls and guys. I was the popular girl, just like my sister had been. But all of that changed one night two years ago.
After everyone found out about what happened to my sister, everything fell apart. People stopped talking to me and turned their backs on us. They passed me in the school hallway like I was nothing more than a stranger, whispering to their friends. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by it, but honestly, I got over it. I don’t need people to pretend to be my friends. If they are not real friends, then they are not worthy of being my friend at all.
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