by Lora Leigh
She swallowed tightly. “Will it hurt?” She could barely still the tremor in her voice. Damn, she was too nervous.
“Any pain you feel will be so damned good, you’ll beg for more.” Marly sighed. “I still say Cade doesn’t deserve it, though. He should suffer, for days.”
“He was protecting you, Marly,” Sarah murmured. “You know that.”
“I don’t need his protection.” She propped her elbow on her knee and regarded Heather solemnly as her chin sat atop her fist. “They try too hard to protect us. It’s their greatest flaw. Sometimes, you have to kick them, hard, to make them stop.”
Heather stood uncomfortably in the middle of the room, waiting for the plug in her rear to ease her muscles. They had told her before she went to the bathroom that it was essential to give her body time to adjust. They loved anal sex as dearly as they did vaginal, and Marly had warned it that it was possible, entirely possible that each of them would need her there before the night was out.
“I think I’m scared,” she finally said as she fought to control her breathing, the hard beat of her heart.
“No you’re not,” Marly assured her softly. “Not really. It’s like being a virgin all over again. The unknown is the scariest part. The actual act is more beautiful than you can imagine. This isn’t fucking, Heather. It’s loving, and I promise, you’ll understand that when it’s over.”
“If I survive it?” she joked nervously.
“You’ll survive it,” Sarah promised with a smile. “Now, it’s been an hour. If the worst of the pinching is gone, then you’re ready to go downstairs.”
And it was. The fiery tightness in her rear had all but eased, just leaving her feeling stretched, full.
“Here, take this.” Marly rushed to the closet and jerked a small satin comforter from the shelf there. “Take off the robe and go to them wrapped in this. Trust me, they’ll love it.”
Heather removed the robe slowly and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She took a deep breath for courage, a smile trembling at her lips.
“You’re sure?” she asked the other two women.
“If you are, Heather.” Sarah nodded. “But you have to be certain yourself.”
She breathed out heavily. She was sure. Turning, she left the room and without looking back, headed downstairs to the men awaiting her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Bleak silence filled the house after the sheriff left. Marly and Sarah were quiet, though they had thrown the men out of their rooms and holed up together in Heather’s several hours ago. Now Sam sat with Brock and Cade in the family room, watching, listening to the silence.
“I killed Marcelle, didn’t I?” It wasn’t a blinding stroke of knowledge. He had suspected for years. The blood on his hands, the nightmares, the demons that haunted him, had assured him of it.
He saw the truth in the sudden fear in Cade’s face, in Brock’s.
“I did it,” Cade gritted out roughly.
Sam shook his head, staring at Cade as he let the knowledge sink into him. “I remember the blood, Cade. I remember you wiping it from my hands to your own. And I know why you did it. But I don’t need your protection any longer.”
Cade came to his feet in a surge of anger as he paced to the French doors. “The son of a bitch deserved to die. It doesn’t matter who did it, Sam.”
Sam lowered his head, shaking it wearily.
“He did it because of me, Cade. Because I rejected him. Because I humiliated him. It was my fault.”
“No, Sam.” Brock’s expression was sadly quiet, accepting. “It wasn’t your fault. Marcelle was a sick man, and he focused on you because you were stronger than he was. Someone he wanted to break. We wouldn’t have allowed that, no matter what happened.”
Sam shook his head, unable, unwilling to accept such simplicity in the reasoning. “You should hate me, Brock. Look what happened to all of us.”
“Exactly, to all of us, goddammit.” Cade swung away, fury vibrating in his voice. “We weren’t alone, just as we always swore we wouldn’t be, Sam. We protected each other as best we could and we came out of it fucking alive, what more do you need?”
“I need to fucking close it,” Sam screamed back, surging to his feet. “I want to end the goddamn nightmares, Cade, and the smell of blood and semen that nearly fucking chokes me at times. I want to stop hurting the women I love, and fucking to be normal.”
Cade stilled. “You think we’re hurting Marly and Sarah?” Amusement struck his voice then, surprise glittering in his eyes.
“We share them, Cade…”
“And you don’t want to share Heather?” Cade asked without anger, with no recriminations.
“Son of a bitch, I want it so bad I can nearly taste her fucking cries.” His fists clenched at his side.
“Why?” Cade crossed his arms over his chest. “If you think it’s going to hurt her, Sam, then why do you want it?”
He stopped. He felt every muscle in his body tighten in knowledge.
“She would love it,” he whispered. “She would be loved with everything I have.”
“Why would she love it?” Cade shook his head in irritation. “What the hell makes you think we’re hurting Marly or Sarah with this? Why the hell do you think they accept it, Sam? It’s not just for us. Don’t fool yourself. Marly and Sarah have more than other woman you will ever know, or so Marly assures me…”
“Marly has three men, devoted to her, loving her, always protecting her. She has the love of not just one man, but three. Three men who will love her until death. She has a love I need, Sam.”
They swung around to Heather. She stood there, and Sam felt his heart explode with pride and arousal. Naked, aroused as she closed the door then dropped the brilliant blue quilted blanket she had wrapped around her body.
“Heather.” Sam heard the strangled quality of his own voice and fought to clear it as she advanced on him.
“Do you need this, Sam, for you or for the demons?” she asked him softly as she stopped before him, her hands going to the buttons on his shirt, slipping them free with calm deliberation.
“For me.” He fought to control his breathing, his excitement. Like nothing he had known before. Lust and love flared through his soul.
“Why? How is it just for you, Sam?” She pulled the shirt from his jeans, her nails raking his abdomen with piercing pleasure.
“They’re part of me.” Sam struggled to put the feeling into words, to explain the needs. “If you’re with them, Heather, you’re with all of me.”
“How, Sam?” She pulled at the snap of his jeans. “How is being with your brothers being with you?”
He struggled through the morass of sensations and emotions. Her voice was hot, aroused, searing him as deeply as the touch of her hands seared through his flesh.
“Because, Heather.” He ran his hands through her hair, gripping the back of her head as he lifted her face until she was staring deeply into his eyes. “Because they love you too, baby. Just as deep and just as true as I love you.”
* * * * *
Heather’s heart exploded in her chest as he whispered the words. His eyes, more gray than blue now, stared down at her, his expression creased into lines of arousal and pleasure as Brock and Cade came around her. Hands moved over her back, her waist, lips smoothed across her shoulder.
“Sam.” She trembled, aroused past bearing yet so nervous she could feel her body trembling. “I’m nervous. Real nervous.” Talking was more difficult than she could have imagined as she saw Brock move from her side and jerk the large Futon mattress from its place on the couch. “You guys really need a bedroom for this,” she gasped as she felt Cade move her hair aside and brush her nape with his lips.
The room dipped and swayed as Sam lifted her into his arms and carried her to where Brock had laid out the overly thick pad in the middle of the floor. Sam lowered her gently to the mattress, then rose only long enough to tear his clothes and shoes from his body.
Heath
er stared up at him, trembling from the inside out as anticipation and a small measure of fear rushed through her body. She looked at Brock, at Cade. They were naked, their cocks thick and hard, their expressions, adoring. It wasn’t lust, it was love. Affection, sexual excitement and a sense of bonding, just as Marly had sworn it was. They moved as one, their concentration on her, their expressions tender, loving, darkly sensual.
“You’re so pretty, Heather.” Sam came down beside her, his arms enfolding her as he pushed her hair back from her face, his hands trailing lingeringly down her cheek. “So damned beautiful that I can barely believe you’re here, in my arms, as I need you.”
She stared up at him, fighting to breathe, fighting to concentrate on Sam alone as Brock stretched out beside her on his side and Cade knelt at her feet. She licked her lips nervously, her hand gripping Sam’s arm as he stroked her abdomen.
“Only as far as you can go, Heather.” A smile tipped his lips, but his eyes were filled with confidence.
“I’m not scared,” she tried to snap, but her voice was weak with arousal and nerves.
“No, you’re not scared,” he whispered. “You’re a miracle. A miracle to all of us, baby.”
His head lowered then, his lips catching hers in a kiss that had her moaning with rising need as she rose up to meet it. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips, tangling with her tongue as the extreme eroticism of the three men around her began to pulse through her bloodstream.
She turned in his arms, reaching for him, needing the soul clenching warmth that his kiss instilled in her. As she did, she felt hands behind her, below her, heard whispered phrases a second before male lips brushed her shoulder, then the calf of her leg.
She cried out into the kiss, arching closer to Sam as he moaned hungrily against her lips, and a broad palm, Sam’s or Brock’s, enclosed the curve of her swollen breast as her leg was lifted, settled over Brock’s thigh and warm lips caressed to her knee.
“Sam!” She broke away from his kiss, fighting for breath as the sexual intensity rose inside her.
“Just feel, Heather,” he whispered, desperation ringing in his voice as his lips moved down the front of her arched neck. Her head was resting on Brock’s shoulder as his lips and tongue stroked the side of her neck, his hand lifting her breast to Sam’s eager mouth.
Farther below, Cade’s mouth was moving closer, closer to the soaked center of her body.
“Dear God!” she screamed as Sam’s lips closed over her hard nipple at the same second Cade’s tongue swiped through the creamy slit of her cunt.
She climaxed. Just that easily, that quickly, her body pulsed then shattered, the intensity of sensation exploding through her system as Cade thrust his tongue deep and hard inside her spasming pussy, stroking, licking the rush of liquid release that poured from her.
She was twisting in their grip then, hunching against Cade’s mouth as he held her leg up to fit himself deeper between her thighs. Sam’s mouth was suckling hungrily at her breast, then moving to the next as Brock moved behind her, and she was stretched out, her hips arching to Cade as Brock covered her other nipple.
Heather was desperate. Racked by such pleasure, such sexual extremes she felt as though insanity was only moments away.
“Sam?” Cade’s voice was rough, a question, a heated demand as he rose between her thighs.
Looking over the two heads lowered to her nipples, Heather gasped. Cade’s cock was thick and erect, pulling down from his body, heavy and demanding. She watched Sam’s then Brock’s hands as they went to her thighs, lifting them, opening her for the older brother.
“Heather.” Sam’s head lifted, staring into her eyes as dazed pleasure and excitement ricocheted through her body.
They were too much alike. Looked too much alike, responded sexually too much alike. Dear God, it was like fucking three Sams. Her pussy was flooding, clenching in greedy need as her anus clenched on the thick butt plug she had inserted an hour before.
“Sam, she’s using a plug.” Heather cried out as she felt Cade’s fingers at the base of the device.
Sam’s eyes darkened, his expression growing more intent, more sensual.
“Which one?” he whispered, still watching as Heather cried out at the satisfaction, the adoration in his expression.
“Fuck. Inflatable.” Heather shivered as Sam’s eyes went nearly black in pleasure. The inflatable had gone in easily enough, but it seemed to take forever to get it inflated to its maximum thickness.
Sam’s head turned, his gaze going to her cunt as Cade moved closer, his cock kissing the entrance to her spasming vagina. His expression was entranced, and Brock’s was damned near as mesmerized as they spread her legs farther, watching the older brother.
“Can you take it, Heather?” Sam sounded strangled.
“Damn you, if one of you doesn’t fuck me, I’ll shoot all of you.” She arched, driving the head of Cade’s thick erection into her pussy.
She gasped and stilled, her head tossing as moisture glazed her body and creamy liquid flowed from her cunt. She clenched on the intrusion, feeling the desperate tightness of her vagina as he eased slowly forward.
“Sam. Sam.” She chanted his name, nearly screaming as she felt the muscles spreading, protesting, yet making room for the wide stalk moving inside her.
One hand clenched Sam’s arm, the other Brock’s. She knew her nails were piercing skin and didn’t care. She shook, shuddered, crying out yet pleading desperately for more. He was thick and hot, moving in inch by inch as she tightened on his cock, tightened on the plug stretching her ass and felt impaled by a shaft of sizzling steel.
“Sam, damn, I can’t hold back,” she heard Cade groan desperately as he began to pull free of her. “She’s too fucking tight.”
“NO!” She arched closer, knowing if he didn’t continue, if he didn’t force the thick erection inside her then she would die of need. “Sam, please. Please don’t let him stop.”
They stilled. The air was thick with heat, the smell of sex and clawing arousal. She looked between her thighs, seeing that less than half of the throbbing cock was buried inside her. She felt full, stretched beyond bearing and she was dying for more. She raised her eyes beseechingly to Sam.
“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, her hips working her cunt on the wide shaft. “Please, Sam. Please fuck me.”
Cade jerked as she whispered the words, his cock sliding marginally deeper as her back arched and a growl tore from her throat. Brock and Sam still held her thighs, keeping her open, watching as her cunt flared around Cade’s erection.
“Sam…”
He glanced down at her, and Heather saw his excitement, his complete pleasure as she begged for his brother’s cock.
“Take her, Cade,” he whispered deeply. “Let me watch her. Let me see her pleasure.” And in his voice she heard his need for just that. To see her enraptured, pleasured, loved.
Heather couldn’t stop the scream that escaped her throat as Cade pushed inside her. Her eyes widened, her vision blurred as pleasure and pain collided, streaking through her system, driving her so high, so hard, she wondered if she would survive it. It wasn’t a hard, fast lunge inside her protesting pussy. It was a gentle, remorseless burrowing inside the slick grip of her narrow vagina until he seated himself in to the hilt.
“Damn. Sam. Fuck. She’s too tight.” Cade held himself deep inside her, unmoving, his hands holding her hips still as she fought to grind herself on his impaling cock.
He pulled back slowly as Brock and Sam seemed to snap from their dazed concentration at the sight of their brother buried inside her pussy. Heather watched, unable to look away from the sight of his shaft, coated with her thick cream, slid back from her.
“No,” she whimpered, fighting the hands holding her as she rocked on the hard flesh. “Please. Please. No.”
He slammed inside her then. Heather writhed on the mattress, her breath lodging in her throat at the desperate stretching and fiery pleasure at
tacking her overstretched cunt.
“Sam, I’ll come in her,” Cade warned tightly. “Son of a bitch, if I don’t get my cock out of her, I’m gonna lose it. She’s too fucking tight like this.”
Heather’s eyes rose to Sam. He was on his knees beside her, one hand holding her thigh close to his body as the other stroked his own erection. He stared down at her, his face twisting with lust and anticipation.
She felt Cade’s fingers between her thighs, his thumbs at each side of her swollen clit, massaging the flesh around it, making her fight to churn her hips, to work her pussy on the thickly lubricated shaft throbbing inside her. She allowed her hands to reach out to each side of her, covering the male hands that stroked their own cocks. Brock growled out his approval as he moved his hand, allowing her smaller one to stroke the bulging erection tormenting him.
Sam’s hand covered hers as she gripped his cock as well, holding her hands still though, rather than allowing her to stroke him.
“I want to watch you,” he whispered. “If I fuck you now, Heather, I won’t have the control to watch your climax as you explode the first time with us.”
“If someone doesn’t make me come, I’m going to kill you all,” she panted desperately. “For God’s sake, Sam, why are you teasing me like this?”
“No, baby,” he whispered, his voice pulsing with need. “You don’t understand.”
“Sam, son of a bitch, this isn’t going to last.” Cade pulled back and then groaned in defeat before sliding forward again.
“Sam. Sam. Oh God. Sam.” Her hands forgot the cocks they were holding and clawed at his arms as pleasure tore through her body. “Please. Please, Sam.”
She fought to free her legs, to impale herself on the erection tearing her pussy apart. She was desperate to climax, to be free of the building pleasure, the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.
Cade cursed again, then heaved back, pulling his cock from the gripping desperate flesh of her vagina as she cried out in shock, in pulsing need. At the same time Sam and Brock released her legs, and Heather surged forward. She turned on Sam, her lips moving to his, her hands gripping his hair as she pushed him to the mattress.
