by K. C. Lynn
He lets me love him.
“Is there room for me, too?” Hannah’s voice breaks us apart as she looks up at us hopefully.
“There’s always room for you, baby.” Justice places me on my feet to pick her up, his arm then curling back around my waist, pulling me in close as we begin swaying back and forth to John Michael Montgomery’s “I Swear.”
My heart dances to the same beat, wishing I could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever. Because this right here is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
The song eventually ends but not this newfound place Justice and I have found ourselves in. The tension between us continues to rise, every look, every touch, stoking the fire that always burns between us.
About the time the crowd begins thinning out, we start gathering up our own things and saying our goodbyes. When Justice mentions he has to stop at the apartment on the way home Thatcher offers to take Hannah with him.
She jumps at the chance. “Please, Mama?”
“You sure it’s all right? I ask, looking up at him.
“Of course. You two go on and do what you need to do. Farmer Hannah and I have some hot cocoa waiting for us back home. Just come to the main house for breakfast whenever you’re up.”
“Okay.” I lean down, giving Hannah a kiss on the cheek then stand and do the same to Thatcher, thanking him for everything. Afterward, Justice takes my hand and leads me out to the truck, the small touch dancing its way up my arm and into my heart.
By the time we make it to his apartment, entering inside, the combustible heat between us explodes like wild fire, consuming us both in a blaze of fury. He pins me against the door, our hands and mouths colliding, trying to dominate the other.
I fist his shirt, dragging it up his hard stomach, nails clawing and marking his skin. He helps me clear it over his head, his mouth only leaving mine for a second before he claims it once more.
Hard, rough, and demanding.
“I need to fuck you,” he growls. “Right now.”
“Yes!”
I always need him, his touch, his commanding ability to evoke things in me I’ve never felt, to deliver a mind-numbing pleasure only he can.
His large hands cup my bottom, lifting me off my feet while my fingers dive into his hair. Our mouths never miss a frantic beat as he takes us to the couch. I’m pulled down on top of him, my knees straddling his hips as his hard cock nudges the aching spot between my thighs.
He slips his fingers beneath the straps of my dress, slipping them down my arms and exposing my black lace bra. His mouth closes over my nipple poking through the thin fabric, teeth gripping so hard the sensation shoots straight to my core.
My head falls back on a cry of pleasure, fingers biting into his broad shoulders as I grind down on his cock, all but practically begging for it.
“Fuck, you want it bad.”
“So bad,” I whimper. “Please. I need you.”
A primal growl rumbles in his chest as he shoves his hands beneath my dress, shredding my panties from my hips and dipping his fingers into my wet folds.
“Oh god!” I whimper, pressing down on his seeking touch.
“You’re going to take my cock hard and deep, Ryanne, then you’re going to fucking scream for more.”
I already feel like screaming. Screaming for more, screaming for him to never stop, screaming until my throat is raw.
“Think we should tell them we’re here or just enjoy the show?” The amused voice penetrates our heated moment, slamming into me like a freight train.
Gasping, I press myself against Justice, my head twisting to look over my shoulder. Knox and Braxten are standing just outside the kitchen entry, their eyes locked on us.
They’ve been here the whole time.
Mortification sets in, my cheeks flaming as hot as the rest of my body.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Justice asks, sounding surprised and a little annoyed.
“I was about to ask you the same question.” Braxten crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes brazenly sliding down my half naked body. “Looking for an audience?” There is no amusement in those words. He’s completely serious.
My fingers bite into Justice’s shoulders, a sudden tension settling amongst us. Something dark that skates the line between forbidden and perverse. It’s both terrifying and thrilling. The latter is very hard for me to admit.
I look back at Justice, my heart banging inside my chest like a steel drum.
His hooded eyes search mine, a certain knowledge burning within. “What do you want, Ryanne? They can stay and watch or they can leave. It’s your call.”
“What do you want?” I ask, shocked the question even leaves my mouth.
He reaches up, his hand smoothing over my cheek in an intimate gesture. “I want you. Only ever you.”
Those words have a mountain of meaning. They seep into my heart and reach the depths of my soul.
“Would I like this chance to say goodbye? To show them what they will never have or touch? Yeah, I would, but only if I know you want that, too. It’s a one-time deal though. Whether you say yes or no we never revisit this again after tonight.”
I glance back at Knox and Braxten where they stand patiently, and I can’t help but feel both nervous and emboldened by the desire in their eyes. This could be the moment. The one to put an end to the resentment between us. Otherwise, I’m not sure we will ever overcome it. It constantly hangs over our heads like a dark cloud, following the guilt I harbor in my heart for coming between them.
The raw emotions on Knox’s face, displaying the need for this time with his brother, this one last time, only solidifies my decision.
“No touching,” I tell them, voice trembling.
“I’d never allow that.” Justice gently cups my chin with his fingers, bringing my gaze back to his. “You sure about this?”
I nod. I want to do this. For them, for us. It’s a moment I think we all knew would come. Deep down, I did. It scares me because my heart only beats for one man, always and forever, but I also know all three of theirs are strongly connected. I’m praying that once this is over we can move on with our lives. That Justice and I can have what we’ve always wanted and his brothers can finally let him go…at least from this part of their lives.
My eyes remain on Justice as Knox and Braxten enter further into the room. My pulse ramps up, throat dry and palms clammy.
Justice sweeps a piece of hair out of my face, soothing my nerves. “Don’t be nervous, baby.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I confess shakily, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Kiss me.” The demand is low and rough, the sound prickling my skin.
I press my lips to his, but that’s where my control ends. He ravages my mouth, hand fisting in my hair, awakening the desire in me once more. An all-consuming blazing desire that only he can evoke.
In the distance I hear the others moving around behind me, the sound of a lighter flicking open before the scent of cigarette smoke fills the room. Just knowing they’re behind me has me growing wetter. My hips move as I grind against his hard cock again, seeking relief.
“Good girl, show them how much you want me.”
His fingers move to the back of my bra, unhooking the latch and slowly dragging it down my arms before tossing it aside. My nipples harden to painful peaks, his hot breath whispering over the tight points as his hands mold, feeling their weight.
“Such pretty tits and they’re all mine.” He feasts on them like a starved animal, his fiery tongue lashing, igniting the blood in my veins and obliterating any and all inhibitions.
I curl an arm around his neck, arching to offer him more and forget about everything but us.
His hands slide up my thighs, lifting my dress over my hips and exposing my naked flesh to the eyes behind me. I’m too lost to think about it, his mouth inflicting exquisite torture.
He cups the bare round globes, wet finger teasing my puckered entran
ce. My gasp screams through the room, mixing with the dark and forbidden.
A growl penetrates the air, one that doesn’t come from Justice.
His eyes move over my shoulder to his brothers, the possession silent but powerful before they come back to mine. If I’m not mistaken, I’d swear this is harder on him than he’s letting on.
“Mine,” he says, his possessive eyes penetrating my heart.
“Yours,” I whisper.
He hooks a hand behind my neck, bringing me in for one more kiss. I deepen it, pouring everything I feel into it and more, letting him know that no matter what happens from here on out, he is all I want.
Resting my forehead on his, I take a moment to catch my breath, because I know once we go further there’s no turning back.
“You ready?” he asks.
At my nod, he pulls the bunched up material at my waist over my head, leaving nothing else to be unveiled, then he turns me around, bringing my back to his naked chest. I suck in a sharp breath at the scene before me.
Braxten sits in one of the adjoining chairs, his shirt off, revealing a powerful body like his brother’s. The most beautiful dragon tattoo marks his warm skin tone, from the left side of his ribs to his hip, disappearing behind him. His jeans are undone, exposing his very stiff and very big cock. He strokes the hard flesh up and down, lust wild in his eyes.
Knox sits next to him, still fully clothed, a cigarette resting between his fingers. The smoke dances around his face, his expression a mask of pure stone but there’s no denying the hard-on bulging through his jeans. Amongst the carnality that bleeds from him lies something else, something darker.
Something painful.
Justice’s hands rest on top of my clenched thighs, but he makes no move to open them, his mouth pressing to my neck—kissing—suckling—coaxing. “It’s your move, baby.”
My tummy quivers, anticipation thickening the air as I hesitate, though I’m not sure why.
“Don’t be shy, Ryanne,” Braxten coaxes. “Show me that sweetness my brother gets to sink into every night.”
His words are like an accelerant, fueling the flames roaring through my body, but it’s Knox’s pained expression that gives me the courage to slowly spread my legs. As I do, Justice drapes each one over his strong thighs.
“Fuck!” the curse flees from Knox, his jaw tightening, gaze riveted.
“I can see how wet she is from here,” Braxten groans.
“Fucking soaked,” Justice murmurs in my ear, eliciting shivers.
I turn my head toward him, needing to feel the roughness of his cheek, the heat of his breath on my skin and the reassurance in his eyes.
“They’ll never know how soft you feel.” His right hand massages my left breast while his other coasts down my quivering stomach. “Never know how tight you are or taste your sweet moans.” His fingers delve, spreading my arousal before he pushes two of them deep inside me.
I gasp and squirm.
“Because this pussy only comes for me. Isn’t that right, Ryanne?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my voice practically unrecognizable.
“Tell them. Tell them who you belong to.”
I look them both in the face and don’t hold back. “Him,” I whisper, “he’s all I’ve ever wanted. He’s all I’ve ever had.” The admission has emotion building in my throat, because in this moment, in my most vulnerable form, I need them to understand how badly I need him, too.
Without him, I am not whole.
I turn back to Justice, mouth seeking. His tongue delves in while his fingers work in and out of me, pulling those moans he was talking about straight from my chest. My arms lift, hands anchoring on his neck as I match each thrust of his fingers.
“That’s my girl. Fuck my fingers, Ryanne. Show them how pretty you look when I make you come.”
The orgasm sweeps through me like a desert storm, spinning into a pleasure of destruction. I cry out his name as he pulls every single pulsing sensation from my body. He brings his wet fingers to my parted lips, swiping them gently before he sucks them into his mouth.
Braxten nostrils flares, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as if seeking to taste my arousal.
“Lean forward, baby.”
I do as Justice says, noticing Knox’s gaze dropping to my swaying breasts, but he continues to rein in his need and I have no idea why. Braxten doesn’t deny himself one bit.
I hear the clink of Justice’s belt as he frees himself. His strong hands lift my hips, bringing me to sink down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion.
I cry out at the fullness of him, my hands planting on either side of me.
Justice lets go of a guttural groan, the rough sound trickling down my spine.
Braxten’s fist works himself harder and faster, his face savage. “Do you like it, Ryanne? Like it when my brother fucks you hard and deep?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I take every slow thrust Justice delivers.
“You have no idea what I would do to you right now if I were allowed,” he continues. “Unfortunately, my brother has always been so fucking greedy with you.”
“Always,” Justice growls, his rough voice whispering in my ear. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back. “They will never touch what’s mine, and after tonight they will never see it again.”
My short breaths come out hard and fast as his cock thrusts deeper. I chance another look at Knox, witnessing a heartbreaking pain I can’t even begin to understand. The demons in his eyes rock me all the way to my core, literally making my heart bleed. This isn’t about sex for him. Not even close.
“Fuck her harder!” he finally speaks, his voice as tortured as his eyes. “Please, man.” The plea is as heartbreaking as his expression.
Justice unleashes, jackhammering into me hard and fast. My screams of pleasure tear through the room, mixing with the sound of slapping skin.
All three of their groans fill me, unleashing a desire that’s too much to bear. Unable to take any more, I come again, crying out Justice’s name as he slams into me over and over again. He finds his release too, and amongst the groan, one word echoes above all else.
Mine.
After it’s done, I fall against his sweaty chest, turning so I can bury my face into his neck. He pulls the blanket from behind him and covers me with it; his arms holding me close as his lips press a kiss to my damp skin.
My mind and body reel from what we just did, and I pray it’s something we can all come back from.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Justice
I hold Ryanne close, chest heaving and heart pounding, feeling spent both emotionally and physically.
The three of us make eye contact, my brothers looking as fucked up as I feel, especially Knox. I want to say something to ease the turmoil I know he’s going through, but I’m unable to sort through my own thoughts or feelings right now let alone voice them.
This was different, so different than the other times. Usually there are no emotions involved just straight fucking, but this time all of our emotions ran high.
This was our goodbye.
Pushing to his feet, Knox leaves the room first, walking into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
“Go,” Brax says, doing up his pants. “Take her home. I got him.”
Getting myself together, I keep Ryanne wrapped in the blanket, not bothering to worry about finding her discarded clothes, and carry her out to my truck. She remains silent through it all, her expression unreadable, and I hate it. Usually I can always tell what she’s thinking. Just like I knew what she was thinking the moment my brothers announced themselves. I’ve always seen the curiosity lurking in her eyes no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
We’ve all thought about it, my brothers included, and if I’m being honest, letting them do something as small as watching was harder for me than I thought it would be. I’m glad we had this one last time together, but never again will I let them see the beautiful
parts of her. Parts that are meant for my hands and eyes only.
The drive to the farm seems to take forever, Ryanne’s soft gaze staring out the window. At one point I reach for her hand, needing to feel her warmth, needing reassurance she’s okay. She squeezes it back but doesn’t look at me. It doesn’t ease the worry coiling in my gut. Despite her willingness to give us tonight, I’m terrified it was too much for her.
Once arriving at the guesthouse, I carry her inside and take her to bed, stripping myself down before gathering her in my arms, feeling her skin on mine.
Just her and I.
She curls into my body, her head resting on my chest, heart beating against my ribs and breathing life into me like never before. With my gaze trained up on the dark ceiling, I’m unable to bear the silence any longer. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Honestly, I’m not sure,” she admits quietly. “I’m feeling so many things right now.”
“Regret?” I hold my breath, feeling fucking sick at the thought.
“No. Not at all.”
The air I’d been holding in my lungs releases on a heavy exhale, relief flooding my veins.
I feel her look up at me. “I’d have never gone through with it, Justice, if I wasn’t a hundred percent certain.”
That doesn’t mean she couldn’t regret it later and that was my biggest fear. I’m glad she doesn’t though because I’m not sure I could live with myself if she did.
“It’s for Knox, isn’t it?” she says, continuing to peer up at me. “You guys do it for him.”
It’s so much more than that, more than anyone understands. “He’s what started it, but we all battled our demons together in those moments, not just Knox’s.”
“What happened to him?” she asks on a whisper.
The question evokes a burn to start in my chest that spreads up my throat. “I can’t tell you that. I’m sorry.”
I hate having to withhold anything from her, especially after what she just did for us, but it’s something I promised to take to my grave, and I never break a promise. She doesn’t need to hear it anyway. It will only haunt her the same way it does me.
