And while he got his heart rate under control. Holy shit, that’d been close. Grant would forever be in Lane’s debt, as well as that of all the bodyguards’. Because of them, he had his family alive and well—all of them.
Twenty minutes later, the abandoned town of Chesterfield was bustling with activity. The domestic on the other side of Hazard Falls had ended peacefully with no injuries and one person under arrest. When Lane called in the shooting, the local law enforcement had responded in force. There would be hours of interviews, paperwork, and processing the scene. Immediately after Grant and Drake had been uncuffed, they’d called Blair to tell her they were both fine and unharmed. When she’d started crying in relief, Grant wished they could run to be with her, but they’d needed to remain at the scene. Manny had assured him the guards would take care of her and the kids until the brothers could return home.
After Drake called his client to let her know he’d been delayed and would have to reschedule her delivery, Grant took a moment to make sure his brother was okay. The color had returned to Drake’s face, but he still appeared shaken about the whole incident. Grant also had something else on his mind. “You know, there’s always a chance my past could become a problem for us again.”
Drake’s eyes narrowed at him. “So?” He paused, glancing down at the ground and then up again. “Look, I know this could’ve ended a lot uglier than it did, but if your past is the only thing making you consider leaving town again, don’t be an ass. If something else happens down the road, we’ll protect Blair and the kids—together. But, Grant, what happens if your past comes back to Hazard and you’re not here to help me protect them? The last thing I want is for you to leave. It’ll break Blair’s and the kids’ hearts . . . it’ll break mine too. You’re my brother, and the only place I want my brother is by my side, loving our woman and raising our kids. Understand?”
Grant snorted then smiled. “When the hell did you get to be so smart?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Under the warm shower spray, Blair let the last of the fear and tension drain from her body, along with the tears she’d been holding back for hours. After being checked out by the paramedics and giving their statements to Chief Hughes and the county sheriff, Drake, Grant, and Vic had finally been cleared to go home. The sheriff would be conducting the investigation into the incident, instead of the Hazard Falls police department, since Lane had been involved. Grant had told a worried Blair it was standard procedure, and none of them, especially Lane were in any trouble because it’d been a justified shooting.
Blair had never been more relieved in her life as she was when the two men she loved walked in through the front door. Shaking, she’d thrown herself into Drake’s arms, then pulled at Grant’s hand until he was behind her, sandwiching her between them. Within moments, their warmth had seeped into her ice-cold body, leaving her shivering for a whole new reason. Unfortunately, there’d been children and company in the room.
Liam had called from the hospital and reported that Bruce was conscious and alert. The bullet had gone through his shoulder and out the back, not hitting anything vital. He also had a moderate concussion, but the doctors expected him to make a full recovery.
Because no one had been in the mood to cook, Vic and Manny had volunteered to drive over to Bar None and pick up dinner for everyone. In the meantime, Drake and Grant had taken showers and changed into clean clothes. While the other guards had packed up and headed home, since they were no longer needed, Vic and Manny had decided to stick around for a few days to ensure the threat was definitely over.
While the kids had been watching TV in the family room, the adults had gathered in the kitchen where Drake, Grant, and Vic had filled Manny and Blair in on the details of the kidnapping and rescue. While Blair wasn’t sure they’d told her everything, from what they had told her, she didn’t really want to know all the gory details. Their stalker/kidnapper was dead, and her men and children were safe and unharmed—that’s all she cared about.
A few hours later, just after 8:30, the two bodyguards had bid them a goodnight, and Drake and Grant had told Blair to go relax while they read a few bedtimes stories and tucked the children into bed. It took everything in her not to follow them upstairs to the kids’ rooms. She’d been afraid to let them out of her sight, worried she’d been dreaming and that she’d lost both of them. Despite her fears, she’d turned and strode into the master bedroom, where she’d stripped and stepped into the shower. It was there she’d finally broken down.
Blair didn’t know how long she stood under the pelting water before the shower curtain slid open and Grant stepped in behind her, gloriously naked, despite the scars and old burn marks on his skin. She was getting used to seeing them, but she still had to force herself not to show him any pity. He wouldn’t accept that emotion from her when it came to the reminders of the abuse he’d suffered. Besides, they were a testament to his strength and determination to return to her.
When she tried to turn around to face him, he stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. Without saying a word, he picked up her bottle of shampoo, squirted some in his hands, and began working it into her locks. His fingers massaged her scalp, and she almost purred because of how good it felt. Grabbing the handheld showerhead, he gently rinsed her hair, then repeated the process with her conditioner. Once her hair had been taken care of, Grant retrieved the pink loofah sponge hanging from the water temperature handle and added a dollop of her lavender-scented body soap to it. Starting at her neck, he washed every inch of her body, all the way down to her toes, spending extra time on her breasts, pussy, and ass. By the time he rinsed the suds off her, she was so aroused, she was ready to beg him to take her right then and there.
Before she had a chance to say anything though, he turned off the water and opened the curtain. Standing there was Drake, holding a big, fluffy towel. Grant took Blair’s hand and steadied her as she stepped out of the tub. As Drake wrapped her in the towel, then got another one and began to dry her hair, Grant left the room with his unsatisfied and very hard erection. When her husband was through drying her from head to toe, Blair was even more aroused. Neither man had said a word to her other than giving her directions to move or stand a certain way so they could pamper her.
After she was towel-dried, Drake took a palmful of Blair’s favorite body lotion and slathered it on her, even dropping to his knees to make sure her legs and feet were covered. Once he was done, he looked up at her. “Spread your legs, baby. I want a quick taste before Grant says he’s ready for us.”
“Ready for us? What’s he doing?” she asked, while still complying with his order.
With a smile, he ignored her questions and leaned forward. When his tongue swiped across her clit, before delving lower, Blair almost lost her balance. She put her hand on the counter for support as Drake licked her pussy, moaning as he did so. His hands went around to cup her ass, and Blair lifted her right foot and set it on his shoulder, opening herself up more for him as he continued to eat her. It didn’t take long for the stirrings of an orgasm to grip her under his ministrations. Her breathing increased, as well as her heart rate.
“Please, Drake. Oh, God! Please!”
When two of his fingers pushed into her hot, wet core, her climax tore through her. She cried out as she coated his tongue with her juices. Her legs shook, and her eyes slammed shut at the onslaught of sensations.
Finally, Drake released her, setting her foot back onto the floor. When Blair opened her eyes, she wasn’t surprised to see Grant standing in the doorway, watching them. He was still naked and hard.
Holding out his hand, Grant beckoned her to join him. “Come here, sweetheart. We’re far from being done with you.” The look of desire on his face told her she was going to enjoy whatever they had planned.
As Drake began to strip out of his clothes, Blair walked toward Grant on trembling legs and let him take her hand. He led her into the bedroom where dozens of lit votive candles in little glass jars
were spread around the room. They provided the only light in the now darkened room. Drake had done the same thing for her on their last anniversary and had apparently pulled them out of the box she’d stored them in afterward, in the linen closet.
Pulling her into his arms, Grant kissed her passionately. She squirmed against his body, heightening their arousal. When Drake joined them, Grant released her and instructed his brother to lay on the bed. Once he was in position, Grant lifted Blair and set her so she was straddling Drake’s hips. “Get in her, brother, while I prep her ass. We’re going to take you at the same time, sweetheart.”
Blair shivered in anticipation. Every time they’d had sex, one of her men had been fingering her ass, stretching her so she could, one day, have them inside her ass and pussy at the same time. Apparently, today was that day.
Lifting up on her knees, she allowed Drake to line his dick up with her slit, then lowered herself down onto him. He groaned loudly as he thrust his pelvis upward. She was still slick from the orgasm he’d given her, and soon he was in her as far as he could go. He held her hips a moment. “Stay still, baby. Otherwise, I’ll be coming before Grant gets inside you.” She could see on his face the restraint he possessed, but it would clearly be hard for him to wait more than a few minutes before he snapped.
Reaching up, Drake played with her nipples, pulling and rolling them. Behind her, Grant pushed gently on her back, angling her closer to Drake’s chest. Then she felt the cool lube being dripped into the crack of her ass. While the cock inside her twitched in impatience, one finger, then two pushed into her ass, scissoring open to stretch her. Apparently, Grant didn’t have much patience at the moment either, because it wasn’t long before his fingers were replaced with the head of his cock.
“Finger her clit and kiss her, Drake,” his brother said. “Distract her for me.”
Blair knew it was going to burn and hurt a little until her body adjusted to the initial invasion, but she also knew from experience that once Grant was balls deep inside her, that pain would morph into something incredibly pleasurable.
Getting his hand between them, Drake rubbed her clit with his fingers, then used his other hand to clasp her neck and pull her mouth down to his. His tongue plunged inside her mouth, claiming her, as his fingers drove her desire higher and higher. Behind her, Grant began to penetrate her. At first it was uncomfortable, but Blair tried not to tense and allowed Drake to distract her as Grant had requested. Grant didn’t rush, letting her body ease into accommodating him. He pushed in slowly, then retreated again. Each time, he tunneled further inside until he breached her sphincter and slid all the way in.
Blair lifted her mouth from Drake’s, panting and struggling against the numerous sensations bombarding her. “Oh—oh God! Please! Fuck me . . . both of you! I need you to fuck me!”
“Who are we to deny such a request?” Drake asked before he thrust his hips upward.
“Damn, she’s so fucking tight,” Grant said, through gritted teeth. “I’ll pull out as you push in. We should be able to establish a comfortable rhythm.”
As Grant dragged his cock almost completely out of her ass, lighting up all the nerves inside her, Drake moaned. “Holy fuck! I can feel him, baby. While it should weird me out, it doesn’t, knowing your body is separating us.”
“Fuck! What he said! You feel incredible, sweetheart. So much tighter than I remember, because he’s inside you too.”
Alternating between thrusting and retreating, her men fucked Blair senseless. It wasn’t long before her body was on the edge, ready to explode again.
“Oh, fuck, Blair! I can’t stop!”
Grant plowed into her and froze as he spent himself deep inside her. That triggered her own release. Burying her face in the mattress beside Drake’s head, she screamed as her pussy and ass clenched around the two cocks. A few more thrusts, and Drake followed them into the abyss.
As they all collapsed into a sweaty and breathless heap, Blair sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that be for keeping her men safe and sending them back to her. No matter what their future held, they’d face it together as a threesome. To hell with anyone who had a problem with it, because there was no way she would choose one brother over the other. They were the two pieces of her soul that completed her, and she was never letting either one of them go.
Epilogue
Under a beautiful blue sky, Grant watched as Michael shared a piece of his tangerine with Trident Security operative Marco DeAngelis’s little two-and-a-half-year-old girl, Mara, while her father frowned at them from a few feet away. Grant chuckled because he knew if it were some snot-nosed kid flirting with Regan, no matter how young, he and Drake would be having hissy-fits too. God help them both when she became old enough to date.
On the other side of the yard, between two buildings at the TS compound in Tampa, Trevor, Regan, and Parker and Shelby’s two seven-year-old boys were feeding fish food to the koi in the pond. The Hadley clan had taken the hour-and-twenty-minute ride from their hotel near Disney World to visit Grant’s former boss and coworkers, and the private security teams who’d helped rescue him, and their spouses and kids. Carter and Jordyn had even managed to fly in from wherever they’d been to visit as well.
It’d been six weeks since Yung Nam-Kyu had been killed and the Hadley family’s lives had been righted again. It hadn’t taken long for the brothers, Lane, and Vic to be cleared in the man’s death, so the following week, Grant had flown to Florida with Vic and Manny for a quick round-trip. The two men had volunteered to help him pack up his apartment and drive the rented truck back to Kansas. One of the last things Grant had taken care of before leaving the Sunshine State was to transfer the back-pay he’d received from the government, covering his six years in captivity, which he’d left collecting interest in a bank for almost two years, to another bank in Kansas. After arriving back in Hazard Falls, he’d sent his former foreman’s architect boyfriend, Linc Perry, the original floor plans of the house the Hadley brothers had grown up in to design a new addition. Drake and Blair had agreed with making a new, larger bedroom suite to accommodate the three of them. Blair had been thrilled with the plans for a whirlpool tub and walk-in shower, both of which could fit the threesome comfortably. She’d also been thrilled when she’d seen the cozy reading room he’d asked to be put in for her, where she would have a quiet place to work on her book translations.
Once he was finished with the addition, Grant would turn their current master bedroom into an office for himself and the company he was starting—Cornerstone Construction. While he loved tinkering in Drake’s workshop, Grant knew he wasn’t as talented as his brother when it came to creating fine furniture, but the construction business was something he could do well and enjoy.
Rhys Buchanan and Linc strode over to where Grant stood as Drake left him to grab a soda, since he’d be the one driving back to Orlando in a little bit. Rhys slapped Grant on the back. “I sure do miss you, man. You were one of my best workers, but I’m really glad you got your family back.”
When Grant had spoken to Parker and Rhys about leaving New Horizons and Tampa, he hadn’t been able to clue them into his past with the CIA and his imprisonment. So, instead, he’d lied a bit and said the reason he’d been separated from his brother and his wife was because of a misunderstanding that had led to a falling out between them. After reconnecting with them, they’d reconciled and were now involved in a ménage relationship. Since both men were Doms and belonged to the discreet BDSM club located on the other side of the compound, neither had blinked an eye about the two brothers sharing a wife. In fact, there was another threesome at the barbecue—Ian Sawyer’s cousin, Mitch, with his boyfriend, Tyler, and girlfriend, Tori. Apparently, theirs was a full ménage relationship—the men were in love with each other as well as their woman—and they were in the process of planning their wedding. Grant had hoped Remi and Grayson Mann would be able to stop by with their fiancée, Abigail, since Shelby had mentioned they’d been invi
ted. Blair would’ve loved to have met another woman who was in a loving relationship with two brothers. Unfortunately, the record producers and Abigail were currently in England for some big music event.
Grant lifted his bottle of beer and lightly tapped Rhys’s in a toast. “Thanks. You were a great boss, but I’m definitely back where I belong. If you two are ever in Kansas, give us a ring. You’re more than welcome to come for a visit.”
Smiling, Linc responded, “We might just take you up on that someday. I’d love to see how the new addition turns out. I think this is the first time I didn’t have an in-person walk-through of an existing building I worked on. I expect to get before and after pictures emailed to me for my portfolio and website.”
“You’ve got it. And thanks, again, for the design—we really love it. Finding a local architect I can refer people to is on my to-do list.”
In fact, that list was quite long, but Grant didn’t mind it at all. Between him, Drake, and Blair, the lines of communication were open more than they’d ever been. Grant had been taking the time to get to know his brother and the woman they loved all over again, and Drake and Blair were exploring the fantasies they’d kept hidden from each other for so long. Somehow, without much effort, both men had managed to spend private time alone with Blair—sometimes involving sex, while other times they just talked or went shopping or done some other mundane activity. But that didn’t mean when Drake and Grant took her together, it wasn’t as sexy and intoxicating as hell.
They were, also, all getting used to consulting two other people when it came to making decisions that affected the family, but there had been very few disagreements so far. What had surprised Grant the most was how easily the kids had accepted their new “Pa,” as they now called him. Trevor had been excited to tell Arianna that he now had two dads, just like she and Ashley did. The adults had agreed he was still too young to understand the dynamics behind his birth, but they planned to consult with a child psychologist as to when and how they should explain it to him. Honestly, it didn’t make a difference to Grant, since he loved all three children as if he’d been their sole biological father.
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