“Not that. Never that, Carys,” he groans.
“Okay. Now I have a question?”
He presses his lips to my forehead. “What’s that?”
“Does this mean I still get to plan our wedding? I had Angie all excited about getting an extra two weeks of vacation this year for our honeymoon.”
My lips part as David reaches up and renders the two sides of my red silk blouse open. Buttons scatter in every direction.
My pussy begins to get wet when I see the tight skin pulled across David’s cheekbones. “Any questions?”
Holy. Shit.
“Just one,” I whisper. “Just one. Please, touch me.”
Chapter Six
David
I lose all semblance of control when her hand touches my chest. Boosting Carys to the wall with my hips, I wrap her legs around my waist and reach down to the V of her delicate red silk blouse.
Tearing hard, buttons scatter in every direction. In the furthest recess of my mind, I hear one ping off the window with a tiny clink. I don’t care. The only thing that matters is furthering the emotional and physical connection with the woman in my arms, in my heart. “Any questions?”
Rocking my hips into hers, I swell tighter as she lets out a breathy sigh. “Just one. Please, touch me.”
“Control yourself, Car,” I murmur as I feast on the long, elegant line of her neck.
“That’s hard to do when you’re…” Carys’s moan rips through the air as I bite down on the tendon while pressing my thick cock against her. “Again,” she demands.
I laugh darkly before I smooth a hand up the side of her leg to give it a quick pop. I’m rewarded by her ecstatic whimper. “Who’s in control here, Carys?” I remind her, pulling back.
She licks her puffy lips before saying, much to my delight, “You are.”
Dropping her legs, I grab her wrist and drag her over to the credenza by the window overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Laying Carys’s cheek and chest down on it, I’m so fucking hard, I might split the zipper of my trousers. “Only you can make me this way,” I tell her honestly.
“How?”
I push my hips against her luscious ass. Her moan fills the room and my heart to the brim.
My lips curve as my hands slide beneath the hem of her short skirt. But where I expect to find soaked panties that I fully intended on ripping off before my hand lands on her ass, I’m met with her creamy skin. “Sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?” I make a tsking sound. I’m bring my hand back slightly, not hard enough to hurt her—never that—when her words freeze me in place.
“Anything you want as long as we do it together forever.” Tears spike her lashes, turning the gorgeous aqua color to pools of ocean water.
Suddenly, I want to be inside of her as I feel her body ripple from the inside out with each shudder. Laying myself over her, my hands quickly make work of my belt, then the fasteners, before I release my cock still trapped inside the silky boxers.
Carys moans beneath me, wiggling her ass up against my hardness.
“Shh,” I soothe her, shoving the material of all of the items separating my body from hers to the floor. Kicking her legs apart with my feet, her sigh of pleasure releases a bloom of happiness inside of me. One I know will never go away no matter how many years pass, no matter how much age changes us.
Because this woman completes me by accepting me, challenging me, and giving me everything I need every day.
“I love you, Carys,” I choke out.
She turns her head slightly. I let her. I want this moment, this gateway to our forever that she so cleverly figured out, to be imprinted on her soul.
Covering her delicate body, I run two fingers through swollen lips, deliberately dragging them over her extended clit. “You’re drenched,” I murmur.
“It was so fun waiting for you to realize it was me,” she taunts, just as my hand lands on the outside of her thigh.
Her hip jerks in reaction, her thigh twitching, “Uh! Yes,” she hisses.
“Do you want more?” I ask.
Her eyes lower. “Do I deserve more?”
Fuck yes, but then again, so do I. I grunt as I grab hold of the base of my dick, sliding it in between her wet folds. Lining myself up, I whisper, “You deserve everything,” before I push myself in slowly, drawing out this moment for exactly what it is—the final merger of our lives into one eternity.
Leaning back, my hands roam her perfect skin, knowing it’s going to pinken so perfectly. “You were made for me,” I tell her.
“Yes.” Her lips quiver as she answers.
I reward her with a thrust and a slap to her cheek. Her tiny foot raises, the heel catching me on the ass to tug me closer.
I thrust a few times deeply, causing us both to moan and pant, before I screw myself tightly inside. “We were meant to love each other.”
“We were,” she agrees.
I land a smack to the outside of her other leg. I feel the ripples of her pussy along my cock, even though I don’t move. “Hold off, baby,” I warn her.
She nods frantically, lifting slightly, pressing her forehead to the table.
But I want her eyes for the last part, the part that will make her mine forever. Pulling out, I ignore her cry of “No!” before I spin Carys to face me. Boosting her atop of the credenza, I step in between her legs and wrap her arms around my shoulders, before my cockhead nudges her opening.
“Be mine. Forever. Don’t stop loving me, Carys. Marry me,” I choke out hoarsely.
The smile that curves her lips is so incongruous with the overflow of tears. But it’s the sweet “Yes, David. It would be the happiest day of my life to become Mrs. David Lennan” that has me slamming my cock inside of her over and over until Carys calls my name when she comes tightly on me, her pussy rippling all over my cock.
Burying my face in her neck, I shoot my load a few thrusts after.
Moving us from the credenza to the floor, I pull her over my chest as we both lie there panting. “I’m still pissed,” I mutter as I brush her damp hair away from her forehead.
Lifting slightly back, Carys smiles. “Why?”
“I had it all planned.” I sound like a petulant little boy now that I’m not controlling the one thing I need to control in our lives.
She leans forward and presses her lips against mine gently. “You planned what you thought I should have, what the world expects. Not what we need. This—” She waves a limp arm to indicate the destruction we’ve wreaked on the office. “—is what we needed, my love. Me knowing you’re never going to walk away and…”
A light turns on. God, she’s so damn brilliant on top of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And now, she’s going to be mine. No, that’s stupid. She’s always been mine—since the moment I first kissed her three years ago. “And I know that no matter what, we still have balance in our lives. That money, work, doesn’t define our love. Only we do that.”
Carys beams at me before lowering her head down on my chest. “Exactly.”
I begin to chuckle, softly at first, then full-throated roars. Carys props herself up on an elbow. “Care to share the joke?”
I manage to gasp, “I had candlelight, and…and…”
“And?”
“Violins!” I tip my head back. “I need to cancel the violins!”
Carys begins giggling. Soon, we’re clutching each other, holding on to the only thing that matters during the perfect proposal—the person you love.
Much later that night, we’re back in our condo. After we’ve made love before gorging ourselves of reheated Italian leftovers I had catered from Daniela Trattoria, I slide a solid white-gold-and-diamond Claddagh ring on her left hand with the heart pointed out—just like the way her father slid a similar ring on her mother’s hand long ago. A ring that symbolizes everything she’s worked for: life, love, and friendship. After all, she named her company after it.
Lifting her trembling fingers to my lips, I murmur, “You h
ave my heart, my love, and my loyalty, Carys. On the anniversary of a day when I knew I’d never be the same.”
“When you walked in my office the first time, I realized I never would either,” she whispers.
“I wish I had recognized it sooner.” I start to apologize for the eight millionth time, but she’s shaking her head.
“We happened the way we were supposed to happen,” she says simply.
A smile breaks out across my face. “Rather like our proposal happened the way it was supposed to happen?”
She nods emphatically. “Demanding, full of heat, and unpredictable. Exactly like we’ve been from the beginning.”
Lowering my head to hers, I kiss her with all the wild passion she stirs in me. “In other words, perfect.”
About the Author
Want to read more about David, Carys, Ward, Angie, and Beck? Tracey will be writing more about them in 2021 when Ward joins the firm.
You can get more information about Tracey at her website: www.traceyjerald.com
Three Hearts
Three Hearts
By Leigh Lennon
Three Hearts
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About Three Hearts
Abigail
I’m on my way to see my best bitches—a girls weekend, when I become stranded on the side of the road. My brother has a great idea—call his best friends who live only miles from where I stand destitute. One major problem, I’ve loved both of these men for as long as I can remember. The bigger problem—they’re in a committed relationship. But, what can I do when their intentions are made clear, on the night of lovers. Their intention? Me.
Fans of both MMF and Brother’s Best Friend get the best of both worlds in this MMF version of My Brother’s Best Friend(s).
Chapter One
Abigail
You’ve heard about falling for your brother’s best friend, right? What happens when you fall head over heels for the two men who are your brother’s best friends? This isn’t an illusion or a what-if scenario. It’s my current reality. This is all that’s running through my mind, looking at my brother’s text, while the engine of my brand new car has locked up on the side of I-25.
And because no one is more protective of me in this world than my brother, he has a genius idea, with him stuck in our home town of Raton, on the New Mexico side of the Colorado/New Mexico border.
Zander: You’re only minutes from Ren and Landon. They’re outside of Colorado Springs. I called them. The second they heard you’re on the side of the road, they practically ran to their car. Sit tight, they both will take good care of you, while your vehicle is getting fixed.
My brother has always been the fixer in my life. I appreciate the effort, especially since I’m stuck in BFE, so far removed from larger towns. I’m surprised my cell has any bars. But, Ren Ellison and Landon Baxter—they’re the images I’ve fallen asleep to nightly for years. And the fact they’re in a committed relationship, together, makes it even more taboo and fucking sexy!
To make matters worse, I’d been on my way to a girl's weekend, kicking the trip off a little earlier than usual, as all my favorite bitches are single like me, on Valentine’s Day of all days.
I’m cursed, to be stuck with the fantasy duo I can’t ever have; on the day of lovers.
I send my regrets to my best bitch. If the car needs minor repairs, I can still get to Denver by tomorrow, only missing out on one day with my bitch posse.
Bringing the mirror down, I begin to primp myself for the beautiful men on their way to rescue my ass on the side of the road. Pulling my almost white hair up in a high bun and applying a little bit of mascara to bring out the topaz in my blue eyes, Shayna’s return text startles me.
In her reply, at least I’m entertained on the side of the road when I cackle in the middle of nowhere. This girl is the only one who knows of my intense longing for both men.
Shayna: Ah, I’d say it’s time for an Abbie sandwich. Just make sure you squeeze both the buns.
In my brand new Challenger, I’m almost crying at her analogy, so I don’t hear the lull of Landon’s Camaro when he taps on my passenger side door. I can see in his smirk he’s achieved his goal, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
As I roll it down, his bright white smile with one small chipped tooth, still has my heart pitter-pattering, like he had when I was fourteen, and he was seventeen. Now twelve years later, I’m a successful photographer, making a name in my field with the same silly crush for both him and Ren.
“Good afternoon, my fine lady. Fancy meeting you here.” Landon has always been the more entertaining of the two, where Ren is the moody and broody type yet still sensitive and sweet.
“Yes, my good sir,” I reply. “My horse no longer seems to be able to pull my chariot and is in need of an overhaul, even though he’s quite young.”
We both experience a good laugh over our silliness. Landon makes his way over to my side, helping me out of my vehicle.
“I can’t tell your brother you got ran over by another car.” His rough hand reaches for mine, making my pulse race as his intense gaze flashes with my own. “Man, Abs, you are looking good, girl.” Interlacing his hands with mine, he tugs me back behind my car, all while Ren slides out of the passenger door. His darker features are fixed in on me, and as he approaches, he bumps his man out of the way.
“Yo, dude, share her with your better half.” His arms open, emptying the space between us and engulfing me close with his massive body. He leans his head down, and his lips are at my ear. “I’m not sure if I should be happy to see you or be pissed as hell you were so close and didn’t plan to stop by.”
“Well,” I begin, pulling back from him, taking in his rugged darker features. “I’ve been on a mission. It’s the bitch posse reunion, and since we’re all single, we wanted to paint the town, this Valentine’s Day, all six of us.” Pointing to the two of them, I begin again. “And who wants to babysit their best friend’s annoying little sister on the day set aside for love?”
Ren’s chestnut eyes soften as he rakes his fingers through his almost jet black hair. “You’re never a burden to us, our sweet Abigail.” I almost stop breathing at his declaration and name for me.
Landon’s lighter yellow-green eyes stop on my face, as his gaze travels down my body, stopping on my tits. “Yeah, never a hardship having you around, Abs.” His almost white-blonde hair, like mine, seems virtually translucent in the sunlight, only about thirty minutes from sunset.
“I was just trying to get to my best bitches. You know how we are.”
Landon lets out a loud chuckle. “The bitch posse, now this is a name we’ve not heard in a long time.”
Ren and Landon practically lived in our house growing up, but so did my best bitches, as we’d call ourselves since we were thirteen. They stand, hands in both their pockets, staring at me as though I may disappear. I’d not seen either man since Zander’s wedding last year, and something is distinctly different with them. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
“Come on Abs; it’s Valentine’s Day. Let us spoil you.” It isn’t as if I’ve forgotten
today is Valentine’s day, but I’m instantly aware, I’m interrupting their special day.
“Shit guys, I don’t want to mess up your plans.”
Landon, and his more affectionate manners, ushers me to the passenger door. “Come on Abs, we can go out any night. It’s not every day we can spend the evening with the most beautiful girl we know.”
Ren turns to the tow truck as it has pulled up, and is back at the car in a jiffy. “Yeah, our sweet Abigail, it’s been too long. We can’t wait to see where this night leads.” In his very odd and confusing statement, I spy a glance the two men exchange, and the smile they both give me, turning toward me in the backseat. I’m not sure what this means, but the more flirtatious this evening becomes, the more ammunition I’ll have to get me through the lonely nights in my own life.
Ren and I share a passion for art—always have. I remember at a young age, he’d sit on the back deck for hours with his sketch pad while Zander and Landon were in the pool. He’d draw them in great detail, especially Landon. It should have been evident then, the intense feelings the two men shared.
I walk into their modernly sleek home and, steel and glass adorn the entire place. I’d call it a bit sterile for my taste—but beautiful still the same—and more so, totally them.
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