by K. C. Crowne
“I love you too,” she said, resting her head against my chest. “All of you.”
“We love you too,” Eli and Sawyer said in unison.
She looked surprised, as if it was the last thing she ever expected to hear pass any of our lips, but looked incredibly pleased and smiled at me. She kissed me gently before closing her eyes, nestling against me and breathing deeply. Even after all the madness, she felt safe with us.
All of us.
11
Jacklyn
The rescue had been a blur. It had been a whirlwind of action and a rush of emotion that left us all drained and exhausted. It wasn't until the next day, after a good night's rest, that everything finally started to sink in. The guys had never left my side, even as I slept. We'd shared Milo's king-sized bed with me in the middle, tucked in safely amongst all of their big, strong bodies. I remembered hugging and kissing Milo in relief, happy to see him – and he'd kissed me back, which had been a big surprise.
An even bigger surprise was that Milo and Eli had managed to not fight once after it all happened.
The next morning, we were sitting at the table, trying to enjoy breakfast together, but instead, we were all just pushing our food around on our plates. The room was silent, and the air was heavy. So much was still left unspoken, so much not figured out. That was when Eli apologized.
“I'm sorry, Milo,” he muttered, staring into his coffee cup. “I shouldn't have gotten caught up with the likes of them. I really didn't know they'd do that. I was as caught off guard as you were.”
I held my breath, glancing at Milo and prepared for a fight. Milo lifted his head up and met his brother's gaze from across the table.
“You didn't know they were criminals, Eli,” he said softly. “You didn't know they'd threaten Jacklyn's life for a piece of land.”
“No, but I shouldn't have been pushing so hard for you to sell this place. I was being selfish,” he said. “Obviously there are a lot of great memories for you and Sawyer here – and for Jacklyn too. It was selfish of me to want to burn it all down just because of my own bad memories.”
“I want to show you something, Eli,” Milo said, standing up from the table. “Something everyone should see.”
Eli stood and followed his brother, while Sawyer and I shared a look. He shrugged and got up and waited for me to follow. I did, and we all walked into the study, where all the trophies were on display. Football trophies for Milo and Sawyer, fishing and hunting trophies, some horseback riding competitions – the usual collection of awards a proud father kept. Milo walked over to the shelf and picked something up, then handed it to Eli. I couldn't make out what it was at first, but Eli must have known instantly because an inscrutable look crossed his face.
“Dad wasn't ashamed of you, Eli. You stopped coming around, but he eventually realized his mistakes. He wanted to apologize, but you knew him – he was too proud. Too stubborn,” Milo said. “He kept all your awards too and displayed them later on, once he pulled his head out of his ass.”
Eli turned the award over in his hand. I recognized it then. It was his Teen Choice Award.
“I wondered where this went. I looked for it in the attic after the fire but figured Dad threw it out.”
“Nah, he displayed it,” Milo said. “You just never looked here.”
“Why would I? He never gave me reason to believe I deserved to be on his wall of trophies,” Eli said.
“I know. I'm not saying Dad was a saint, but he knew he'd wronged you. Knew it and was ashamed of it. I just thought you should know that he was proud of you at the end.”
The old Eli would have argued, would have called Milo a liar. And from everything I'd heard about their dad, it might have been reasonable enough to believe. But I'd been there at the end too, and the man Eli talked about wasn't the same man I knew. He often talked about his son's achievements – all of them – but expressed concern over Eli not having a stable enough career. Which was a reasonable fear considering the fleeting nature of Hollywood.
Eli put the award back on the shelf with a small smile touching his lips.
“I have some good news, I guess,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” Milo asked.
“Yeah, I got a new gig. A big one,” he said. “It's a movie with potential for sequels if it does well enough at the box office.”
“Wow, that's great news, Eli,” Milo said.
Then, he did the unthinkable and pulled his brother into a hug. Sawyer and I watched them embracing for a long time, but then Sawyer joined in. The three of them celebrated Eli's victory while I looked on, my heart swelling with a joy I'd never felt before. Milo caught me watching and motioned for me to join them. I did, wedging my small body amongst theirs.
“Congratulations, Eli,” I said softly.
He kissed me on the cheek, his lips warm against my flesh. “Thank you. For everything.”
“What did I do?” I chuckled.
“You helped me realize that this place was worth saving,” he said. “After I left that morning, I was going to call Bianca and tell her we were no longer interested. I see now that there's plenty of good here, even amongst the bad. There are reasons to keep this place alive. Plenty of reasons to work to make it even better than it was before.”
“Did you ever read all Mom's letters?” Milo asked.
We all looked at him. Eli shook his head. “I couldn't bring myself to do it. The pain she expressed in them had been too much.”
Milo nodded. “I thought that was the case, otherwise you wouldn't have tried to use them to convince me to sell,” he said. “Because eventually, once she had us and had settled in, she also realized that this was where she was meant to be. The reason she seemed so happy when we were kids was because she was, Eli. She had her doubts at first, but she came around too.”
“Guess I'm more like Mom than Dad,” Eli said.
“Which is probably why Dad had trouble relating to you,” Sawyer added.
It made sense. Eli had always been the more sensitive, more artistic one. From everything I'd heard about their mother, she was too. And having lost the love of his life, their father struggled with it. It made sense, but it didn't make it right.
“Yeah, well, I think it's time we put the past behind us and move on. It's time we move forward,” Eli said, smiling at me, “And start making our own memories and life here.”
I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but all three of the brothers looked at me and grinned. My heart swelled under their watchful gazes. God, I loved them. I loved all of them.
“Mallory might be on to something, you know,” Sawyer said with a playful wink.
I knew exactly what he meant, and I agreed.
“She just might be,” I said, my face hurting from smiling too much. “She just might be.”
* * *
Milo was sitting in the study before bed. Sawyer and Eli were already asleep, but Milo was still awake. I wasn't tired and wanted to check on him. He was sitting in his usual spot with a cup next to him. I frowned at first, fearing the worst, but when he saw me, he smiled and acknowledged the worry that was obviously splashed all over my face.
“I think I'm going to stop drinking,” he said. Holding up his glass, he said, “Just Coke for me tonight.”
“I'm so happy to hear that,” I said.
We stared at each other for a long time. There was so much I wanted to say, but when I opened my mouth, no words came out. Finally, he spoke and filled that void of silence.
“About what happened when we rescued you –”
“It's okay,” I said, stopping him before he could tell me it was a mistake, “I understand it was the heat of the moment.”
He furrowed his brow. “Please let me finish.”
“Okay,” I said. “I'm sorry.”
He cleared his throat and stared down into his cup as he spoke.
“I've loved you for some time, Jacklyn. I've just been too scared to admit it. Even to myself,” he said. “It
hit me hard when you were taken. Imagining my life without you – I couldn't do it. Didn't want to.”
A knot formed in my throat. For years, that was exactly what I'd wanted to hear from him.
“I've loved you for a long time too, Milo,” I said, my voice cracking just a bit. However, now, it was more complicated. I no longer just loved Milo, I realized I had feelings for his brothers too. Maybe Mallory was on to something, like Sawyer had said, but would we be able to make it work? Would three totally different brothers be able to get along and share one woman?
“I want to make this work, Jacklyn. I don't want to lose you, and I know Eli and Sawyer feel the same way. I saw it in the way they fought for you,” he said. “And you deserve it. You deserve to be happy and safe.”
“Are you saying –”
“I'm saying, if you're okay with it, so am I,” he said, then looked up and smiled slowly. “I'd be willing to do damn near anything for you.”
I moved over to him and stood before him in front of his chair. He reached out and stroked my face, his fingers lingering over my lips. I kissed them softly. His other hand took mine, and he pulled me into his lap. Straddling him, I felt his erection pressing into me as our lips met.
Sparks flew as we finally, once and for all, were free to show each other how we felt. The passion that had been pushed away for so long came to the surface as his tongue danced in my mouth. I ground myself against him, whimpering as his hard-on pressed against my most sensitive parts. Milo lifted off my shirt, exposing my breasts and then took one into his mouth.
He stared at me as he sucked the nipple, his tongue flicking it gently. My body had craved him for so long that I almost orgasmed right then and there. I almost couldn't believe this was happening. I needed him so badly it was almost painful.
“I need you inside me,” I muttered, “Now.”
Milo didn't argue. He lifted me up and pulled down my pants, his fingers brushing against my opening as I hurried to remove his clothing. For so long, I had wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes, and this was the moment I got to find out. I wanted to savor it, but I also wanted to hurry up and get him naked. I wanted to be with him so badly, it hurt. I stripped off his shirt and dotted kisses along his muscular chest. My hands trembled as I tried to remove his belt – I was only able to do it with his help. His jeans were tight against his body, but once unzipped, they slid down him like butter, exposing him to me for the first time.
I began to drop to my knees, yearning for him in my mouth, but Milo had other plans. Taking my wrists, he yanked me back up to standing, then lifted me up into his arms as I wrapped my legs around him. He held me there, effortlessly, kissing me as I ground my pussy against his cock, growing wetter and wetter with each kiss he gave me. His mouth covered my face, my neck and my chest as he held me there, against him.
Steps away from heaven, just one thrust and we'd be united.
Milo sat back down on the chair, with me in his lap, the tip of him pressed hard against my opening now. He held my face in his hands, stared into my eyes and whispered the words I knew I'd never grow tired of hearing.
“I love you, Jacklyn,” he said at the same time he was sliding deep inside of me.
I groaned as I slid down his cock, until he was fully sheathed inside of me. The moment I had wanted for so long was there, and it was everything I could have dreamt of and more. Gently, I rocked back and forth on top of him, my hands relishing the smooth muscle of his chest. Our kisses were hot, electricity passing between us as our tongues swirled and danced together.
I wanted to tell him I loved him too, but no words came out of my mouth. Only whimpers and groans of pleasure. I began moving up and down on top of him, his hands cupping my ass and helping guide my movement. Our mouths and hands were all over each other, exploring each other's bodies as we finally got what we'd wanted for so long.
It didn't take long for the warmth to spread in my belly. The pleasure erupting within me grew and grew, my moans becoming louder as I held onto him for dear life.
He nibbled my ear lobe and whispered, “Come for me, Jacklyn,” and that was it. My body exploded with pleasure and I shook so hard, Milo had to hold me down against him. I spasmed around his cock, growing tighter as my juices flowed down my thigh. I screamed out his name as I came. I was so caught up in my pleasure, it wasn't until the tail end of my orgasm had I realized Milo was coming as well.
He thrust his cock upward, filling me up once last time as he spilled his seed inside of me. Together, we writhed and trembled, holding each other tight, until I collapsed against him.
He held me there, as I trembled from the after effects of my climax. He kissed the top of my head, then held my face up to kiss my lips, forehead, and nose. I'd never seen such gentleness and affection from Milo before, but I’d always known he’d had it in him.
“God, I love you,” he said at last.
“I love you too,” I said, finally being able to speak.
I sighed with contentment and rested my head against his thick, broad chest, happy that I'd found my way home. I had everything I could ever want in my life. A ranch with horses and not one, but three men, who cared for me deeply.
It hit me, and not for the first time, that I truly was living my dream – and I couldn't possibly be any happier with my life. Though, with the three amazing men in my life who loved me – and the promise of more good things to come – I couldn't wait to see what came next.
“Mind if I join you?” Sawyer's voice took me by surprise.
I popped my head up from Milo's chest and turned around. My cheeks flushed at first, thinking about the compromising position we'd been caught in, but neither Sawyer nor Milo seemed to be concerned. It took me a second to realize Sawyer wasn't alone either.
Eli was right behind him.
I turned toward Milo and smiled, begging with my eyes for permission to be with all three of them at once. I knew that it might be awkward - with them being brothers and all - but God, I wanted to be with them all. Milo nodded, seemingly reading my mind. His cock was still inside of me, and in that moment, I felt him growing hard again. Sawyer came up to one side of me, Eli on the other. Their hands reached out to me, stroking my face. I closed my eyes, letting myself revel in their touch and the feeling of Milo's cock deep inside of me. Rocking back and forth on top of Milo, I whimpered as Eli's mouth latched onto my neck. He had moved down to his knees and was kissing me. Touching me. Sawyer's mouth locked on my nipple and I cried out, pleasure coursing through my body. Shaking, hard, it took all three of them to hold me down, to keep me on top of Milo as my orgasm washed over me. My entire body clenched up and my eyes popped open. I stared at Milo whose face was contorted into a look of pure bliss.
God, I never wanted it to end.
Just as my orgasm subsided, Eli lifted me up off of Milo. Milo's thick cock slipped out of me, his seed spilling down my thighs as Eli held me in his arms. I felt like a ragdoll held up by him, but he kept me stable on my feet as he kissed me - his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. Sawyer came up behind me, dotting kisses along the back of my neck.
My hands trembled as I worked at undressing Eli. His boxers slipped down over his hips and to the ground. His cock was dripping with pre-cum already. Gripping it in my tiny hands, he swelled at my touch, growing thicker and firmer.
Sawyer's pants had fallen to the floor, and in a second, I felt his hardness pressing against my ass cheeks. There I was, sandwiched between two men I cared about deeply, and I wanted them both at the same time. Taking them by the hands, I led them to the rug in front of the fireplace. Laying down, they wrapped themselves around me - Sawyer in the back and Eli in the front, and I felt nearly complete. I led Eli's cock to my opening, whimpering against his mouth, begging for him. He slipped inside of me with ease, both of us groaning in pleasure as we became one.
“Sawyer, please, ” I begged, hoping he'd take the hint. “I need you both. Now.”
He heard my message,
loud and clear. His cock spread my ass cheeks, sliding between them, probing my tight star, while his brother made love to me.
There was so much moisture that Sawyer slid the head of his cock inside me easily. I gasped, surprised by the feeling of fullness, but it didn't feel bad. No, on the contrary, it felt amazing.
“More,” I said.
Gently, with his hands on my hips, he guided himself inside me. Inch by inch, my body accepted him. And once he was deep inside of me, once I had them both inside of me, I felt complete.
My body spasmed as I came, two of my men holding me between them. The climax was intense and hit me harder than any I'd had before. Eli grimaced and cried out, and I knew he was filling me with seed. Sawyer had barely penetrated my tightness, but his cock pulsated inside of me as well.
The three of us came together. I lost track of my orgasms - pleasure hit me over and over again. One, long, glorious climax, and I thought it might not ever end. I cried out, and held on for dear life, relishing the familiarity and safety of my two men. I knew that in my moment of powerlessness, when I was lost to the pleasure, that they'd take care of me.
They'd all take care of me.
And I would take care of them too.
The three of us collapsed, in pleasure, onto the rug. My eyes were heavy and my body tired now, but I was smiling wide. Never had I experienced such happiness, such bliss.
Eli's cock slipped out of me, followed by Sawyer's. Both of them kissed me, covering my body in sweet kisses, but it was Milo who lifted me off the ground. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all and carried me up the stairs. Nestled against his chest, I felt warm and safe. I never wanted to be anywhere else but against one of them - or all of them.
I expected him to take me into my bedroom at first, but he turned and went the opposite way. Once inside his room, he laid me down on his bed and covered me before curling up beside me. Holding me close, I knew this was just the beginning for us.
