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by Beck, J. L.


  “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 thousand 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.

  “Sh
it, 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.

  9

  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.

  Cringing, I mumble, “Sorry you were kind of left out…”

  “Don’t be,” he interrupts. “One, I deserved it. Two, I didn’t share with them the first time I had you. Three, this is all about you… and you sounded like you had a good time, a great time, and to me, that’s all that matters.”

  “You kids want pancakes?” Oliver questions from the stove.

  “Yeah, I’m starving,” Sullivan answers. Just then, my stomach growls so loud that I know he can hear it, and with a chuckle, he adds, “Harlow is too.”

  A few minutes later, Banks comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed for the day, and we all sit down at the table to eat together.

  “So, what are we going to do now?” I ask as I spear a piece of pancake with my fork. “Are we just going to hide out here or can we go back to classes today?”

  “We need to figure out who is trying to hurt you first,” Oliver mumbles while shoving a piece of pancake past his lips.

  “We are not going to figure that out here, though, are we? Plus, what if the burner was an actual accident? Freak accidents happen all the time,” I reply, grabbing my glass of milk.

  “And you being pushed off the boat? And hit by a car? And drugged at a party? All of that coincidence? Each of them a freak accident?” Sullivan points out, and I can’t argue with that. One of those I could consider being an accident, but all of them, yeah, no. Which means I need to come to terms with the fact that someone is trying to kill me.

  “We’ve already caught Shelby in one lie, maybe she had something to do with it?” Banks suggests.

  “I don’t know…” I think back on all the time I’ve spent with her in the last few weeks. There’s never been anything off about her. She seems like a great friend, my parents seem to love her, and there were pictures of us in my room, pictures in which I looked very happy.

  “Why would my best friend want me dead?”

  “I’m not sure,” Banks answers. “I really don’t know why anybody would want you dead.”

  “You hated me at one point, so what’s to say that other people don’t?” At the mention of our past, Banks’ face tightens, the muscle in his jaw jumping.

  “I don’t think our hate was ever fully deserved, not for you, anyways. I think your dad is mostly to blame… actually all of our parents. Before your accident, we always went off what our parents told us about your family, but after we hired our own private investigator, we found out that even though your father seemed to be the main instigator, our father wasn’t as squeaky clean as he made himself out to be.”

  “Do you know why our parents have had this feud for so long?” From what I can gather so far, our families rivalry started years ago over some business. They blamed each other for trying to destroy the other’s business, sabotaging property deals, and taking away high-profile customers. It sounded horrible for everyone involved.

  “Here is the thing…” Oliver places another pancake on Banks’ plate. “We always thought this was about business, that’s what our dad told us. When we had the private investigator look into your father, he dug some stuff up about his past… about both of our fathers’ pasts.” He gets a plate for himself and takes a seat, and I’m sitting there waiting with bated breath for him to finish his statement.

  “What did he find?” I ask, trying not to sound overly eager.

  Sullivan answers my question as Oliver starts to devour his pancakes. “Apparently our dads have known each other for much longer than they like to talk about. In fact, they grew up together and believe it or not, they even used to be friends.”

  “Friends?” The way I heard my mom talking about the Bishops makes it hard to believe that there was ever anything besides hate between those two, but it makes sense. To hate someone, they have to have wronged you in a way that cuts deeper than the sur
face.

  Tucking my hands under my chin, I ask, “What happened? What made them become enemies?”

  “That, we don’t know.” Oliver answers this time, “But we’re going to find out. We’re done being our parents’ puppets, and we’re done letting your parents control you.”

  Control me? Had my father asked me to plant those drugs on Sullivan? Was he using me, or did I make the choice to do it on my own? Looking at the big picture now, yes, but before I don’t know. I know my father is having an affair with someone, but does that mean he lied to me about everything else… or wants me dead? I can’t possibly think my own father would want me dead, but I don’t know what’s true and what’s a lie anymore. Even the few memories that have returned to me are blurred… like they’ve been run through a blender.

  “I’m sorry about all the stuff that happened between our families. I don’t know if I apologized before, but…” My voice trails off as I get lost inside my own head.

  “No apologizing. We’ve all done things we regret doing, things that were done for someone else. We aren’t those people anymore.” Sullivan soothes, and I want to lean into him, let him hold me in his arms but instead, I extend my hand out to him. He takes it, rubbing his thumb over the top of it, slowly soothing the ache in my chest.

  “I wish I could remember everything. If I could then maybe I would be able to help more.”

  Banks shakes his head, “It would be nice for you to remember, but you remembering wouldn’t change anything, I don’t think. You didn’t see who pushed you off the boat, and I doubt you would be able to recall who hit you with the car.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just feel so useless,” I mumble.

  “It’s okay, the memories will come back eventually, or maybe they won’t. Either way, we will make new ones to replace the ones you lost,” Oliver says, his sculpted lips turning up into a dazzling smile.

 

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