by Ann Mayburn
Edward carried her back to the bed and laid her gently onto the soft pillows. Her whole body was still throbbing, and she felt strangely satisfied, yet still wanting. Eyeing the press of the men’s erections against their pants, she bit her lower lip. She wanted to see them, touch them, to give them the same gift of release that they’d given her.
It was only polite.
Moving to her knees, still nude with her hair falling around her in a riot of curls, she looked up at them and said, “May I please see you?”
The men exchanged a grin and a look before they both returned their attention to her.
“You’re looking at us know,” Garret said with a teasing grin.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Without your clothes on.”
“You want to see us, lass,” Edward growled as he fisted his large erection and gave it a hard squeeze, “then take us out yourself.”
She didn’t know who was more surprised by her boldness, but she didn’t even hesitate as she reached out and grabbed the silver buckle of his belt to draw him forward with one hand, and Garret with the other. The lamp next to the bed had been turned down to a low glow that made everything look gilded in its golden light. She wondered if they could see how her hands shook as she placed them on her thighs and took a moment to appreciate the bounty before her. Her body gave a renewed wave of heat as she took in their powerful shoulders, and how their bodies seemed to exude a maleness that called to everything female inside of her.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced up at Edward as she began to unbuckle his belt, her hands fumbling a bit when it came to the actual act of freeing his erection from his pants. At her first touch of his cock, she swallowed hard. She didn’t expect him to feel so warm, or so soft against her questing fingertips. Curiosity and a tingle of excitement had her eagerly pulling him out, and she licked her lips once he was free of his pants. Edward was thick, almost as thick as her wrist, and the flared head of his erection was a deep purplish red color. Twisting veins ran up and down the sides, and the skin was silky as she ran her fingertip from root to tip before grasping it again in her fist. It throbbed in her grip, and she gave him an experimental squeeze, loving how his knees almost buckled as he groaned.
Doing it again, she delighted in the power she held over him, her ability to give him pleasure like no one else.
A tiny bead of moisture came out of the slit at the tip, and she rubbed a curious finger over it, finding the liquid smooth and almost slippery. It reminded her of the moisture that was once again collecting between her legs, readying her for them. As she gave Edward another slow stroke, harder than before, more of the liquid came out. Leaning forward, she licked delicately at the tip. She’d heard the older women at the mill giggle about this act, and some had described it as a tiresome chore they performed for their husband while others seemed to find pleasure in the act. Rowan could understand why those women had enjoyed this.
The pure worship in Edward’s eyes as she looked up at him and sealed her mouth around his girth had her moaning deep in her throat..
Garret sat down behind her on the bed, pulling her hair back and watching her take Edward. “That’s it, love, suck him nice and deep. Use your tongue while you do it.”
She followed his instructions, more than aware of his hard length pressing into her back.
Not wanting him to feel left out, she said pulled off Edward and looked over her shoulder. “Please, Garret, let me touch you while I taste Edward.”
Garret made a strangled sound and she had to bite back a giggle as he stripped so quickly, his clothes practically flew across the room. Edward used her distraction to remove his own clothing, and soon they were both gloriously nude. Her heart raced, and she was sure she was about to pass out at the sight of the male beauty before her. Edward had more body hair than Garret, and it was much darker and thicker on his chest while Garret’s chest was bare. But he did have a light brown trail of hair that led to his straining erection. He was so aroused the curved tip was almost touching his belly.
Blushing, both curious and feeling strangely shy, she examined them from beneath her lashes. Garret’s cock was long and curved, with a distinct mushroom shape to the head. Like Edward, his erection was also wet at the tip, and when she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, it was Edward’s turn to sit on the bed and hold her hair back while she gently suckled Garret.
“Touch him,” Edward urged, “he likes it when a woman plays with his bollocks.”
Though she didn’t like thinking of Edward and Garret being with another woman, she had to admit she was grateful that the men were coaching her through this. Truly, this was the first time she’d ever been naked and alone with any man, and despite all her secondhand knowledge of the mechanics of sex, she really had no clue. It was more instinct than anything else that had her gently fondling the soft sac beneath his shaft, and she was rewarded with a hard thrust to the mouth that almost made her cough.
Pulling out, Garret gave her a wild look as he said, “I’m sorry, love. Are you all right?”
Blinking the tears out her eyes, she nodded. “Don’t stop, I want more.”
Pulling her up from the bed, she squirmed against him at the feel of his erection, slick from her mouth rubbing against her belly.
Kissing her softly on the lips, Garret asked, “How much more do you want? You are in control here, my little tigress. We will do anything you desire, and give you everything we have, but only if you let us.”
Lord but his kisses were drugging, and she found it hard to think about anything but how empty she felt, and how the cure for the ache deep inside of her was pressed against her.
“I want it all.”
“Are you sure?” Edward asked, his body practically vibrating with tension behind her. “Once we have you, we’ll never let you go.”
Unexpected tears filled her eyes as she nodded. No one other than her family had ever wanted to keep her. She was the poor, scrawny woman with a big nose and oddly pale hair and eyes who was good enough for a fumble in an alley, but not to love. Not to take home and make their wife. One of the older ladies that worked at the factory with her told Rowan once that the best she could hope for in life was to be a rich man’s mistress, or a beggar’s wife.
Garret reached out and brushed a tear off her cheek with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s just…” Her throat closed up on her tears, and she had to struggle to clear it. “No one has ever wanted me like you do. No one beside my family has every looked at me like I was someone important, treated me like I was worth something. When you look at me, I feel…” She hesitated, not wanting to use the ‘l’ word. “You make me feel cherished.”
Edward’s brawny arms wrapped around her from behind as he gently rolled them back onto the bed, with Garret following them.
“Rowan, Rowan, Rowan,” Garret chided her softly as she lay on her back with Garret and Edward looking down at her. “You don’t know your own worth. You are a treasure unlike any other, the kind of women men fight wars over. I just thank the good Lord that we were the blokes lucky enough to claim you for our own. Will you be ours, Rowan Larsen? Wear our ring in truth?”
“But my brother…” she tried to grasp onto the excuse, and that’s just what it was. An excuse.
“Your brother,” Edward said in a gentle voice, “when he comes back for you, will find his sister happily married and well cared for.”
“What if he still wants me to come to California with him?” She reached out, placing a hand on both of their arms. “I can’t abandon him.”
Garret stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his gaze kind as he gently said, “Rowan, your brother is a grown man. He is free to choose his own path in life, and while I’m sure he would like to have you with him, he doesn’t need you. Not like we do.”
“You are the missing piece of my heart,” Edward murmured as he leaned down and gave her a brief kiss on the tip of her nose. “I always imagined what it would
be like when we finally found our future wife, but I didn’t anticipate how quickly you’d become an essential part of my life, of my heart. Your brother will always be welcome in our home, and we can always go visit him in California, but I beg you to please choose us.”
The pretty blue stone on her ring sparkled as she laid her fingertips against Edward’s lips, the sadness and desperation in his words and eyes touching her deep inside her heart. “I feel like I’m abandoning my brother.”
“Like he abandoned you,” Garret muttered, barely loud enough to hear.
Before Rowan could defend Ted, Edward said, “Your brother loves you, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.
“And you love him and want him to be happy, correct?”
She nodded, the skin of her arm growing sensitive as Garret slowly stroked her. “Yes.”
“Then wouldn’t he want the same for you? For you to be happy?”
She turned that thought over in her mind. “I guess so.”
Edward leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, a delightful wave of warmth rushing through her blood. “And do we make you happy?”
Unable to face the intensity of their combined gazes, she turned so she could bury her face against Edward’s furry chest. “Yes.”
Garret took the opportunity to kiss her exposed shoulder, his voice gentle as he said, “Then stay with us, be our bride, our wife, and someday the mother of our children.”
An image flashed through her mind, so real it almost felt like a memory even though it had never happened. She pictured herself sitting before an unfamiliar hearth, a beautiful little babe nursing from her breast while Garret and Edward looked on with proud smiles. Oh yes, she wanted that.
“I’ll stay,” she whispered.
Both Edward and Garret froze, then smiled so big she couldn’t help but smile back as their pure joy washed over her like a physical touch.
“You mean it?” Garret asked with both hope and vulnerability shading his low voice, “You’ll be our wife? Stay with us in Bridgewater? Let us both love you with everything we have?”
“Yes,” she nodded, trying to ignore the small pang of guilt, the lingering feeling that she was somehow betraying her brother. “Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
Edward took her hand in his own, kissing her fingertips as he said, “Little tigress, you have made us the happiest men in all the world.”
Garret pressed his hip against her, the hot length of his erection leaving a kiss of moisture where the tip pressed into her skin. “Now let us show you how good our life will be together.”
He leaned down and, when their lips met, she wrapped her arms around Garret’s neck, both of them smiling as they kissed. Happiness blossomed within her, and a great sense of relief and contentment filled the empty space in her heart with an ocean of love. She didn’t have to hear the words out loud to know that he loved her, it was a feeling as powerful as being struck by lightning. When Edward began to caress her breasts—he really did seem obsessed with the small mounds—she moaned into Garret’s mouth.
Reaching out, she managed to find Edward’s stiff, throbbing length. She stroked him lightly, matching the motion of Garret’s tongue rubbing against her own. The thought of being with two men at once had never occurred to her, but now she couldn’t imagine having it any other way. Two sets of hands stroked her, awakening her passion, and making her burn with need. Garret kept on kissing her, swallowing her grunt when one of them began to gently rub circles on her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed as those fingers moved down to her soaking wet entrance. “More.”
The men shared a dark chuckle before Garret said, “I love how greedy you are for us, love.”
She couldn’t respond, because those lovely fingers began to push inside of her, stroking in and out while Garret turned his attention to her breasts. She lost her grip on Edward when he repositioned himself so he could lick at her clit while slowly pushing one finger, then another inside her channel.
“Relax,” Garret said as he sat back on his heels, his erection standing proud between his thighs as he watched Edward, “Let us stretch you out so there won’t be as much pain.”
Another finger joined the first, and she clutched at Garret’s thigh with one hand, a pillow with the other as Edward used his devil blessed mouth to bring her to the edge. Her whole body tensed and shivered, her thighs opened wide as Edward did something where he curved his fingers and rubbed a spot inside of her that had her sitting straight up and crying out in pleasure. The orgasm seemed to explode, and Edward made a startled noise.
“Look at that,” Edward growled from between her legs, “look at her honey pouring out of her.”
Garret’s fingers joined Edwards as they both rubbed her, Garret focusing on her clit while Edward pumped his fingers inside of her.
“Do it again,” Garret urged, his blonde hair shining in the lamplight as he stared between her thighs.
Edward obliged, and Rowan practically ripped the sheets off the bed as he worked her hard, the climax ramping up while he rubbed that magic spot. Her next release was almost as intense as the first. The raw pleasure had her screaming into the pillow as wave after wave of burning desire seemed to destroy her from the inside out. The men continued to pet and coo at her, their hands stroking her trembling limbs, easing her down from her devastating climax. She had no idea it was possible to find her release back to back like that, and when she finally was able to open her eyes, she stared up at them in wonder.
“That was amazing,” she whispered in a rough voice.
Edward eased in a third finger and she felt a tiny bite of pain as stretched her even wider. “There we go, nice and soft, ready for our cocks.”
Garret and Edward switched places, maneuvering her limp form until her legs were around Garret’s hips. Looking down at her, he held his hard cock in one hand, rubbing it up and down her slit, wetting himself with her abundant release. Edward stroked himself as he watched, his dark gaze glittering with a need so hot, her own body gave a responsive shiver.
The feeling of Garret pressing into her opening had her turning her attention back to him, and their gaze locked as he slowly pushed inside. The pain was sharp enough to take her breath, and she whimpered as the head lodged inside of her, squirming uncomfortably. Edward reached down between her legs and gently rubbed her clit while Garret threw his head back and let out a low growl, sinking deeper inside of her. His hold on her hips tightened, and she was surprised that, once he was all the way inside of her, the pain eased. Maybe it was because of Edward working her clit, but her body clenched down on Garret, seemingly trying to keep him inside of her.
“Easy, love,” Garret grunted. “You’re going to make me cum before I’m ready.”
“Do it,” she urged as he slid out, then back in. “I want to feel you.”
His answer was to lay atop her, keeping his weight off her but at the same time covering her in the most delicious way. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, moving experimentally as he worked his hips between her thighs. The slide of his flared crest inside of her sensitive tissue was divine. She kissed and licked at the side of his neck, and he pumped in and out, the muscles of his back and shoulders flexing beneath her roving hands. The world ceased to exist except for them, and she held on as he began to really move, the sound of their heavy breaths and slapping skin filling the room.
The way he was positioned had his pelvis rubbing against her clit, and soon that familiar tightening sensation began in her lower belly as fire flooded her veins. Digging her nails into his back, she writhed beneath him and Garret swore. Pumping harder, he did this twist with his hips that sent her plunging into the abyss of her climax. Her pussy clenched down on Garret, and he let out a deep, shuddering groan as he held her so tightly, she could barely breathe. His shaft jerked inside of her, and a new, unusual warmth filled her while she coasted in bliss, her orgasm rolling through her.
They lay to
gether as the waves of bliss receded, his heart pounding against her own as he kissed every inch of her he could reach.
“Thank you,” he murmured over and over. “Thank you, thank you.”
When she finally was able to make her mouth work, she said, “That was wonderful.”
Garret pulled out and she let out a soft moan, her body sore now that the endorphins were fading.
“Rowan,” Edward growled from next to her, “open your mouth, lass.”
She looked over at Edward, licking her lips at the way he was rapidly stroking his erection.
“Don’t you want to make love to me?” she asked as she turned to the side, going to her hands and knees.
“Tomorrow,” Edward promised. “If we use you too rough tonight, we might hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she all but purred, her seemingly unquenchable desire for her men warming her body anew. “I want you, Edward.”
Garret gave her arse a smack that had her yelping, “Don’t tempt him, little tigress. Your husbands know what’s best for you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Moving with a sultry grace she didn’t know she possessed, she crawled between Edward’s spread legs as he lay back. Looking up his large body, and thick erection, she conceded that maybe the men did have a point. While Garret was longer and had that delicious curve that hit her exactly right, Edward was thick enough to really stretch her. Holding his rock-hard shaft with both hands, she fastened her mouth over the tip, loving how his thighs twitched as she began to suck.
Gripping her hair in both his hands, Edward thrust himself into her mouth, his length getting impossibly harder. She remembered how he’d reacted when she played with his bollocks, and reached down, cradling them in her hands. His grip almost painfully in her hair, and she had to fight back a choke as he pushed her down until the tip of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat. With a roar that would have scared a bear, he began to fill her mouth with his seed. Burst after burst coated her tongue while she licked and swallowed as quickly as she could. Some still managed to escape, so she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after she slowly released him from her mouth.
