Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  “It’s okay sweetie.” Caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, Graham gave her a soft smile and kissed her tenderly. “He won’t hurt you. If he does I’ll kick his ass.”

  Graham gave her a wink, making her laugh, but her laughter was cut short by the foreign feel of Dane’s index finger pressing against the tight muscle of her ass and slowly entering her. She groaned softly and found her arousal spiking, surprised to find herself bucking back against his finger, wanting and needing it deeper.

  Dane added a second finger, scissoring her ass, stretching her opening as he pumped his fingers in and out. He was relentless, pumping in and out of her ass as she moved with him. Graham began to moan under her as she moved on him, his deep feral groans adding to her excitement. Just when she thought she was going to come Dane removed his fingers, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm.

  “God Dane… Wh -” Her question was cut off by the feel of something much larger being pressed at her back entrance. Genevieve started to move away, but Dane’s grip on her hips kept her secure.

  “It’s okay,” Graham whispered to her. “I’m here. Focus on me and relax.”

  She nodded and kept her gaze glued to him as his brother began to press into her. While his fingers were uncomfortable, yet feeling amazing, his cock hurt.

  “It’s too big,” she whimpered, burying her face between the nook of Graham’s shoulder and neck.

  Grabbing her chin, Graham forced her lips down to his kissing her passionately, distracting her from the burning and slight pain in her backside.

  “Almost there baby,” Dane’s voice soothed from behind her, massaging the back of her neck as he pushed harder, finally breaking through and beginning to bury his length within her. The pain started turning to pleasure and by the time he was halfway in, she was bucking wildly against him.

  “God dammit, I’m balls deep baby,” Dane hissed through clenched teeth from behind her.

  She ripped her mouth from Graham’s and groaned loudly. “Oh fuck me Dane. Hard. Please!” The feel of both men filling her was overwhelming, the pressure and pleasure so intense it brought tears to her eyes. She’d never felt so overwhelmingly full and she needed to come. She needed it now, or she felt she would explode.

  “Are you sure?” Came the question from behind her.

  “Yesyesyes!” she cried out in response, digging her nails into Graham’s shoulders.

  He pulled out and she held her breath as he slammed into her and with his thrust her world exploded. Genevieve screamed out as an orgasm so intense rocked through her body, and let her forehead drop to Graham’s shoulder. Instead of feeling the need to relax and bask in the orgasm, her body demanded more! Her pussy clenched around Graham and she began to move wildly on him, milking his cock, needing him to feel the pleasure his brother had given to her.

  “Oh fuck, sweetie, I’m not going to last long like this,” Graham grunted under her.

  Less than a minute later, the three of them found a rhythm together – giving, receiving and experiencing pleasure. She never thought she could have experienced something as intense as the feel of two powerful men, claiming and sharing her body – but here she was. And it was so good – too good, if that could be possible.

  “Holy fuck, your beautiful ass feels good, baby,” Dane growled.

  “Oh my,” she gasped, breathless.

  She found her body revving up, racing toward the finish line of another orgasm. As she came close to coming again she felt Dane’s cock thicken and harden in her ass and with a low grunt of satisfaction he slammed into her ass, releasing his seed.

  His body trembling within her ass set her off a second time. She bit lightly into Graham’s shoulder as her body was overcome with a second orgasm. Her orgasm sent Graham toppling over the edge as well.

  “Oh my God sweetie,” he gasped. Grabbing onto her hips he pulled her tight to his cock as he released.

  She barely felt Dane pulling out as she collapsed into Graham’s arms completely spent. She indulged in the feel of his depleted shaft remaining in her as she took a moment to catch her breath. As she pulled up and looked down at Graham and saw the look of hunger in his eyes still remained, she came to the realization that she may have bitten off more than she could chew with the Porter brothers.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  Genevieve groaned softly as she slowly woke. Her entire body ached, but in a good way. It took her a moment to remember where she was and what she’d experienced the night before. The blackout drapes covered the sunlight from shining in, only allowing a sliver of sunlight into the room, just enough to see the two men in bed with her, one on either side of her.

  Dane was sprawled, spread-eagle on his back, a proud hard-on reaching for the ceiling while she was wrapped in Graham’s arms, his hard, warm body spooning hers, his arm wrapped around her waist. It felt good to be in his arms, and she wished she could remain there all day, but she knew she couldn’t.

  As she continued to wake up, the gravity of what she’d done occurred to her. She was wedged between two men she barely knew, her body coated in the evidence of their afternoon and night together. This wasn’t going to end well for her. No man would share a girl with his brother, spending the day fucking every hole she had and then seriously consider being with her after that. She was disposable. A day of entertainment. A night of turning a girl who was virtually a virgin into their Vegas whore. While all these thoughts rushing through her head, it really wasn’t the two men sleeping on either side of her that she was angry with – it was herself.

  With regret and a heavy heart she slowly wiggled out of Graham’s grasp. Attempting to wiggle from Graham was a task in itself; each time she was almost free he’d reach for her in his sleep and pull her tight again. Once free, she carefully squirmed from the king-sized bed. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked down at the two men. If she had been strong maybe this could have ended differently. But she’d been weak and let her body control her sense of reason.

  She needed to get out of there. She needed out of Vegas as soon as possible; the first flight out. Quickly as she could without making too much noise she got dressed and wrote a note saying a quick goodbye. On impulse she gave them both a kiss on the cheek before she exited the suite.

  They’d had their fun time in Vegas, tag teaming some chick they picked up in a casino so neither of them would come after her. She wanted to feel good about never seeing them again, because never seeing them again would mean she’d never have to think about what kind of whore she could allow herself to be… Then why did the thought of never seeing them again make her feel so fucking bad?

  Chapter 7

  The Present – Graham

  Graham knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be welcome at her boutique. If she’d been cold with his brother then he didn’t even want to imagine how cold she’d be to him – but he needed to see her. He needed to explain and seek her forgiveness at the very least, and have dinner with her if the best-case scenario were to come about. His brother, Dane, had been able to dismiss what had happened in Vegas as just another “thing” that happened, but Graham was unable and unwilling to do that.

  He needed to know that she was all right. The way she fled Vegas without a word to either of them, leaving just a brief, impersonal note, made him think she wasn’t close to being okay with what happened. A part of him wasn’t sure he was either. But the past was the past and he hoped they could move on from it.

  Despite the sign on the door stating the shop was closed, he tried the door and was rewarded with the knob turning and the door swinging open. A soft chime sounded as he stepped past the threshold, announcing his arrival.

  He spotted her immediately as she made her way from the back of the store and his cock jerked alive. Visions of her sandwiched between him and his brother came to mind, followed by thoughts of her on her knees taking him into her mouth. And the sounds of her screams as she came…

  Sweet Jesus I have to stop thinkin
g about it. He shook his head of the images; getting rock hard with no way to relieve the pressure, aside from his own hand, wouldn’t do him a bit of good.

  Squaring her shoulders she glared at him, her green eyes flaring up with anger. “What are you doing here, Graham? Your brother was already here to take my statement.”

  How did she know? As soon as the thought came to mind the two-inch scar along the left side of his jaw reminded him of the difference between him and his brother. It was a part of him now so he usually forgot it was there, unless someone brought it up.

  “I’m not here for the break-in. I’m sorry to hear about that by the way.” His eyes scanned the store, without proceeding further into it. He immediately noticed the smashed-in showcase and then the broken cabinets at the back of the store – the showcases all empty.

  “Yeah. Well. It happens, I guess.”

  “Are you okay? Are you insured?”

  “Yeah. It happened sometime overnight, I wasn’t here. And yeah, I’m insured, not that it’s going to do me any good in trying to get new stock.” She moved closer to him until he was only a few feet away. He could faintly detect the scent of roses – so sweet. It fit her. The scent reminded of him having her bundled into his arms…

  “If there’s anything –”

  “You could tell me what you’re doing here to start with,” she interrupted.

  “I was in the neighbourhood and thought you might be hungry.”

  She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Bullshit. Why are you here?”

  “All right. I wanted to feed you. Apologize. Maybe start over.” He hesitated but stepped up to her, placing his hands on her upper arms. “I just want to get to know you, Genevieve. No strings attached, no expectations. Just trying to make up for whatever made you feel bad. Is that so horrible?”

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  “Will you tell me why you took off after what happened? You just left, no word at all. You just left a vague note. We were worried,” Graham inquired before taking a hearty swig from his glass of beer. “If you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, but I’d like to understand.”

  Two sides of her were battling. She wanted to start over and forget what happened in Vegas, but on the other hand she was embarrassed. What kind of girl fucks two guys at once, guys she barely knows, twin brothers at that!

  “I just… it was too much.”

  “I don’t understand.” The concern in his eyes was so genuine it was hard to hold onto her resolve.

  She sighed. “Did Dane tell you why I was in Vegas?”

  He shook his head. “We never really spoke about you after you took off.” Seeing her face fall, he reached across the table and took her hand in his, relieved she didn’t pull her hands away. “We’d never done anything like that before, Ginny. It was something that happened. Neither one of us wanted to discuss it after the fact. Especially after you rejected us both.”

  Guilt began to fill her. “I didn’t reject you two. I was confused.” Maybe she’d overreacted. It was such a volatile time for her. “I wasn’t thinking straight. It felt so good being with you…” A light appeared in his eyes, the corners of his lips beginning to form into a smile. “… and Dane.” The light in his eyes died as did the partial smile.

  “I see…”

  She groaned, lowering her head onto her hand. “You see. It’s too complicated.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  “And that doesn’t get us past the fact you allowed me to think you were Dane.”

  He chuckled, giving his head a shake. “That wasn’t entirely my fault.”

  “You don’t think you could have given me a little heads up?”

  It was Graham’s turn to sigh. “I know I should have, but… shit. I was struggling to get over my wife and…”

  “Wife!” Genevieve withdrew her hand from his, sat back in her chair and eyed him with suspicion. “You’re married?”

  “It’s not like that. I was married. Yes.” He thrust a hand through his hair in frustration. “We got married, I caught her cheating and ended it. We’d only been married a few months. It was a blow, it was part of the reason Dane and I were in Vegas, he was trying to pull me from my mood.” He shrugged. “That and we came into a small inheritance.”

  “That’s horrible!”

  Graham shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m just trying to move forward and leave her in the past.”

  “I was in a similar situation.”

  “Running away from a cheating husband?” He cocked a brow up at her, a smile forming on his lips.

  “Fiancé. He left me at the altar, broke up with me a half-hour before the ceremony while I was in my wedding dress. He was hooking up with a co-worker.”

  He grimaced. “Ouch.” His smile quickly returned. “However, I think I’d prefer to be left at the altar than walk in on my wife doing the FedEx guy on my new kitchen table.”

  “Oh my! You’re kidding, right?” She couldn’t have helped the grin forming on her lips if she’d tried. It was such a cliché. Just as much a cliché as her ex-fiancé with a co-worker.

  “Afraid not. He was even wearing the shorts with the mid-calf black socks.” He cringed. “Just humping away.”

  She cringed, attempting to force the image from her mind.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Graham ~

  While he was making a joke out of his discovery of his wife and the delivery guy, it still stung his ego; he just didn’t want Ginny to know that. He supposed with time he’d be able to genuinely joke about the scenario, he just wasn’t there quite yet.

  “So what happened then?” She leaned forward in her chair, her green eyes wide, eager to hear the remainder of the story.

  “They heard me walk into the dining room. So he pulls out and turns to look at me. I was in full uniform so his eyes didn’t take long to discover my pistol attached to my hip.”

  “Oh my God, did you pull your gun on him!” Placing both elbows on the table, she leaned in even closer, her eyes going wide.

  Graham laughed. “God no! I wanted to, though.” Surprisingly, talking about what happened with her didn’t seem to hurt quite as much, although the look of childlike wonder in her eyes as she waited for the rest of his story made him want to tell it. “But I think an angry husband with a pistol and a badge would intimidate most men.”

  “Not to mention you’re big.”

  “Huh?”

  Her face flushed and she lowered her eyes. “I mean. Not like that…”

  “You’re not making this better.” He knew what she meant, but seeing her squirm was amusing him. It felt good to laugh again.

  “You know what I mean…” She batted at his hand, but continued to refuse to meet his gaze.

  “No, I don’t think I do.”

  “Where in the hell is our food anyhow?” She looked behind her in the direction of the kitchen. “Awful slow.”

  He grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze and regaining her attention. “Don’t change the subject. Explain yourself.”

  The pink hue in her cheeks deepened, but she lifted her gaze to meet his, a smile touching her lips. “Stop. You know what I mean.”

  He cocked his head to the side, waiting for her to continue, having too much fun at her expense to allow her off the hook.

  “You’re of formidable stature in all ways. Is that good enough for you?”

  Graham leaned back in his chair, but kept her hand in his. “That’ll do. And I’m pleased you think so.”

  She growled, her eyes narrowing at him. “You’re so...”

  “Handsome, witty, charming.”

  “I was thinking incorrigible.”

  “So you were the chicken parm,” the petite waitress assigned to their table said as she placed her plate in front of Genevieve. The aroma drifted to him; it looked and smelled incredible. Graham’s stomach grumbled as his eyes took in the sight of his chicken and ribs.

  The waitress turned to face him,
her smile widening and her eyes drinking in the sight of him; her flirting while taking their order hadn’t been missed. If he’d been alone he’d have been flattered, but with Ginny sitting across from him it only made him uneasy. He feared he was walking the line with her right now and desperately wanted to get in her good graces and perhaps see her again. He didn’t want anything to jeopardize that.

  ~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  “I think the waitress liked you.” Genevieve’s grin was wide as she looked up at Graham, while they walked down the sidewalk back to her boutique and their vehicles.

  “What?” Graham let out a dismissive huff. “If she did, I didn’t notice.”

  “Bullshit! How could you not?” She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his arm as she reached across him. “Here’s your ribs, Sir. I really hope you enjoy them, Sir.” She attempted to mimic the voice of the waitress, but failed miserably.

  Graham slipped a hand around her waist and kept her tight to his side as they continued to walk. “I never noticed. My attention was completely focused on you.”

  “Oh, now I know you’re a bullshitter.” Mischief danced within her eyes when her gaze lifted to meet his. Instead of pulling away, she kept herself close to him. Over the course of the dinner, she’d begun to realize there could be much more between them than that one-night stand. Staying away seemed an exercise in futility.

  “All right. Maybe I noticed.”

  Her eyes narrowed at him, but her smile didn’t fade.

  “But her boobs were right in my face.” He placed the palm of his hand a foot from his face. “Right there. How could anyone with a dick not notice that? At least give me kudos for admitting it.”

  “So are you and your brother always like this? Joking and whatnot.”

  She thought she noticed his smile fall, but she blinked and the grin was back. “Not really. If you’re into funny guys then I’m much funnier than my brother.”