by Rachel Clark
“Problem?” Bryce asked as he stepped up behind Karly and kissed her neck.
“Grant is impatient,” she answered with a wide smile.
Bryce gave him a smart-ass grin. “Perhaps our lovely wife can help you with that.”
“I already offered,” Karly said sweetly, “but he doesn’t seem inclined.”
“Perhaps my brother needs to remember that he’s the impulsive one.”
Grant was about to show his annoyance at what seemed to be an insult when Bryce gently wrapped his big hand around Karly’s throat and started to whisper instructions into her ear. Her eyes darkened with arousal as she licked her lips and listened quietly.
Fuck, if he wasn’t impatient before, he sure as hell was now.
Chapter Seventeen
I’m shivering all over as Bryce caresses my throat and tells me what he wants. I squeeze my legs closed, hoping to halt the drip of arousal onto my thighs, and whisper, “Yes, Sir,” as he turns me in the direction of the restrooms and pats my ass.
I walk gingerly, my clit already throbbing at the idea of pleasuring one of my husbands in such a naughty way. Maybe I am more of a deviant that even I realized.
My heart rate is rapid and my breathing out of rhythm as I find the door Bryce described and fumble with the handle. Finally, after at least three attempts the door knob turns properly and the door swings open. I feel for the light switch and am almost disappointed when I find it. The room is small and seems to be nothing more than an ordinary supply closet.
But this is role-playing. Bryce described what I’m meant to do, so I quickly try to decide how to look like a distressed woman who needs help from a big, strong man. I giggle nervously as I imagine what type of payment Grant will want for his “help.”
I jump back nervously as he steps into the room.
“I…I…I’m sorry,” I say, swallowing convulsively, not having to make all that much effort to get into “character.” I’m already quite jumpy. “I seem to be lost.”
“Yet, you somehow found your way into my”—Grant glances around the room in amusement for a moment—“private supply closet.” He steps closer, his height and stance more intimidating than I’d ever realized. I’m shaking in earnest now, no longer needing to follow the “script” to show the nervous emotions the scenario would create. “Tell me, little thief, how do you know where my safe is located.”
“Thief?” I ask, trying unsuccessfully to hide a grin. Apparently, Grant and Bryce refined the scenario after sending me on my way. “I had no idea your safe was in here. I’m merely lost.” The words came out haughty and arrogant just as I’d planned. Grant’s smile of appreciation makes my toes curl in my shoes.
“Turn out your pockets,” he orders with a wide grin.
It’s obvious he knows the dress I’m wearing has no pockets. When I shake my head and show him the sleek lines of the silk and lace bodice and then move my hands down my side to the softly flared skirt in a blatantly sexual move, he grins even more widely.
“Ah, so the thief thinks she’s clever,” he says as if there is someone else in the room listening to our byplay. “Are you perhaps foolish enough to think I won’t search your…person?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I say, excitement rushing through me as I imagine what he has in mind. He moves almost too quickly for me to react, his hand dipping into my cleavage, his fingers caressing my straining nipples until I’m barely able to stand up.
“Not here,” he says with a feral grin. “That leaves only two other places to search.”
“Two?” I echo nervously. I’m assuming that one is my pussy. That would make the other my…mouth? I open up, moving my tongue side to side so that he can see that I’m not hiding anything in that orifice. He grins, making a show of inspecting inside my mouth.
“Well that is a very pretty mouth, little thief, but it’s not the place I had in mind.”
I swallow nervously as his meaning sinks in. We’ve talked about anal play more than once, but despite my willingness to try, both Bryce and Grant have refused to move forward. They were the ones who decided I wasn’t ready. Does that mean that Grant had changed his mind now?
His grin turns feral a moment before I realize he’s backed me up against a table.
“Turn around, little thief, and bend over.”
I shake my head, pretending to be frightened but I ruin my acting by grinning like a loon.
“If I have to make you turn around I will spank your ass as well while I’m there,” he says in a low, dangerous-sounding voice. “Your choice, little thief, but the noise might attract the attention of my guests.”
I nod worriedly, grateful for the reminder that we aren’t that far away from the restrooms. If someone were to overhear us, they might come to investigate. I’m a little concerned when I realize that I find the idea of getting caught just a little bit exciting. It’s when I realize that it might be my new mother-in-law who does the investigating—wouldn’t that be a hell of an embarrassing way to start a marriage?—that I quickly turn around and do as Grant ordered.
He lifts my skirt slowly, the soft material gliding up my legs as I squirm in anticipation. He lifts it all the way up, pooling the material over my back as he “inspects” my ass. His warm hand caresses over the soft globes and I can’t resist the urge to continue the scenario we’re playing.
“I’m no thief,” I say, moving my legs restlessly as he continues to touch me softly. “I’m a good girl.”
He raises over me, pressing my chest to the table as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Good girls wear underwear.” I gasp as his fingers push into my pussy, my already soaked folds allowing him easy entry. “You, my little thief, are a very, very bad girl.”
I can barely breathe as he rubs over that special place inside me. I’d always thought the G-spot a myth until Grant and Bryce taught me otherwise. I moan softly as he pushes his fingers deeper, continuing to torment me with enough stimulation to make me squirm but not quite enough to make me come. Damn.
I lift onto my toes as he drops to his knees and presses his face to my pussy. His tongue replaces his fingers, thrusting inside me as I whimper with need. Just one touch on my clit will tip me over the edge. God, I can’t believe I even know that. Just over a month of openly loving these men and already my previous disinterest in sex has been replaced with a true appreciation for the pleasure Grant and Bryce can give me.
“Please,” I whisper desperately. As soon as the word leaves my mouth I regret it. Grant has spent the past few weeks delighting in withholding my orgasms.
“So, my little thief,” he says, standing up once more and pushing his fingers back into my pussy, “that only leaves one more place to explore.”
I whimper at the implications, freezing when I hear a soft knock on the door. I try to stand up, but Grant’s large hand pins me down. I shiver nervously. I know that he wouldn’t do anything to deliberately embarrass me, so I try to remain calm even as the door opens and someone else steps into the tiny room.
Fortunately I somehow recognize that it’s Bryce. I have no way of explaining how I know that since he neither speaks nor touches me, and I certainly can’t see him pinned down the way I am, but I have no doubt that it’s him.
“I see you caught our jewel thief,” he finally says. “I must say she’s much prettier than I expected.”
“Especially from this angle,” Grant says with a half laugh. “I was almost finished searching her. Perhaps you would like to finish that while I find a way to keep her quiet.”
“Of course,” Bryce says affably as between them they maneuver me to a kneeling position on a low-backed chair. Grant moves to stand in front of me, his cock at eye level as Bryce takes over the “search” for stolen jewelry.
I gasp in shock at the cold, slippery touch of lube against my ass. Bryce teases the tight pucker of my anus, the strange sensation not entirely pleasant but not really painful either. I tense up as he pushes something round and smooth against my sk
in.
“Relax, little thief,” Grant orders, lifting my face so that I’m looking directly at him. I nod awkwardly, my legs shivering violently as I try to do what he says. He looks at his brother. I’m not sure what passes between them at that moment, but whatever it is seems to erase the worry from Grant’s face. The strange sensation of having something smooth and round pushed into my ass has me gasping. The weirdest part is that my anus closes around it, holding it inside me.
“What the hell was that?” I ask reflexively, blushing when another gets pushed into my ass.
Grant lifts my face again. “Are we green, little sub?” he asks, breaking momentarily from the playacting to check on my welfare. Is it any wonder I love both these men?
“Green, Sir.” I almost laugh as a third smooth, round object gets pushed into my anal passage. “What are they?” I whisper, trying not to break the mood any more than I have to.
“Anal beads,” Grant says, caressing my face with his callused thumb.
“No,” Bryce says in a stern voice, “they’re the stolen jewelry we’ve been looking for.”
I giggle as I realize Bryce is still in character.
“No, I’m no thief,” I say, trying not to laugh outright as my character tries to proclaim her innocence. “I was framed.”
“Is that so?” Bryce says as the things inside me start to vibrate.
I’m breathless as nerve endings flare to brilliant, white-hot life. Both men stroke me as I shake uncontrollably. Holy heavens, when I said yes to anal sex I had no idea it would be this much fun. Despite the fact that I’m still enjoying the role-playing I’m suddenly back to needing to orgasm desperately. I nearly scream when Bryce runs his fingers over my labia, avoiding my clit, but somehow winding me even higher.
“Perhaps our little thief could use some help staying quiet,” Bryce suggests as I kneel on the chair and wiggle like I’m on fire. Hell, the way my nerve endings are sizzling and snapping I’m liable to explode. I’m actually grateful to Grant for pressing his cock against my lips. Obviously they aren’t going to let me orgasm any time soon. At least with a cock in the way I won’t be tempted to beg them for release.
I’m still not very good at giving head—apparently my gag reflex is quite strong—but as with everything else in the past month, my soon-to-be husbands have patiently been teaching me the pleasure of all different types of sex. I suction my lips around Grant, pulling him deeper into my mouth. He very deliberately moves my hand to his thigh, reminding me that all I have to do is pat his leg to get him to stop.
“Well now, little thief,” Bryce says as he pulls what seems to be some sort of string, “we’ve caught you red-handed.” Very slowly, one of the vibrating balls starts to move through my anal sphincter muscle again. Embarrassment floods through me as I imagine what a sight I must make, but his hand on my clit and the increased sensation as the vibration shudders through my anal muscles very thoroughly distract me.
I gasp and then suck harder on Grant’s cock as orgasm rolls through me. Bryce pulls the string again, this time a little harder, the vibrations seeming to increase momentarily as each ball passes through. I almost sag with relief, my legs shaking with exhaustion as the vibration finally stops and my orgasm begins to recede.
“We’re not done yet, little thief,” Grant says as he pushes his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I concentrate on controlling my gag reflex until I feel Bryce’s lubed-up erection pressed against my ass. I wriggle away, both excited and overwhelmed. My men seem to hesitate, so I pull Grant closer and try to swallow around his cock. The feeling of triumph that rolls through me when I finally manage is almost enough distraction for me not to notice Bryce’s cock push into my back passage. He holds me still, gripping my hips harder, forcing my compliance. I know he’s protecting me, keeping me safe as he thrusts slowing into my untried ass.
I love them both so much. I truly can’t believe that I was somehow lucky enough to find not one, but two men willing to protect me even in the throes of passion. It’s that thought alone that sends warmth skittering through me, but it’s the orgasm that closely follows that takes us all by surprise.
“Shit,” Bryce gasps as my internal muscles clamp down on him, caressing his cock frantically even as I try not to hurt Grant with my teeth. Both men start to move more urgently, their need for me obvious in every deep, hard thrust. Grant is so close to release that I can taste his salty tang. I increase my suction, using my tongue to caress the hard flesh in my mouth.
Both men groan at the same time, Grant’s cock filling my mouth with his essence, Bryce’s throbbing inside my ass as orgasm takes them both. Grant caresses my face, watching me with a warm expression as I lave over his softening flesh with my lips and tongue.
As he steps away, he nods to his brother, and suddenly all hell breaks loose inside me. The finger against my clit, the hard pinch on my nipple, the hard suction of a love bite against my throat, and the cock still up my ass send my system into overdrive. Climax crashes over me, every limb shaking as Bryce mercilessly forces me into orgasm. The sensations seem endless, the waves of heat flowing through me seeming to go on and on and on.
Finally, a last shudder goes through me, my body giving into exhaustion as I sag into a boneless heap against the chair I’m kneeling on. They both give me a moment, caressing me softly even as Bryce slowly removes his cock from my ass and cleans me up.
I laugh tiredly as he leans down to press a kiss to the cheeks of my ass.
“Come on, little jewel thief,” he says with a laugh. “Your days as an international cat burglar are most definitely over.”
I smile tiredly as they somehow manage to get me back onto my feet and get me walking again.
“Does that mean you’re turning me in to the cops?” I ask, giggling softly as they smile at the continuation of our role-playing game. Bryce stops before opening the door to kiss me soundly.
“No, little thief,” Grant says as he threads his hand through my hair in a way that makes me feel both loved and owned by him. “It means we plan to keep you.”
Chapter Eighteen
I almost can’t believe I’m standing in a registry office making vows to love, honor, and obey my husband.
I wasn’t thrilled about the singular form of that word, but my Doms decided between them who would be my official husband in a legal sense and had tickled me until I’d promised to say my vows for both of them. I also had a bit of a problem with the “obey” part, but both Grant and Bryce have assured me that it only refers to when I’m in their bedrooms. Unlike my first marriage I feel confident that in this union I will get to be myself. Bryce and Grant have proven over and over that they would never hurt me or make me feel inadequate or do any of the damage to my confidence that my ex-husband had inflicted.
That’s why I have a surprise for them.
And just thinking about it makes my pussy wet with anticipation. The fact that my Doms insisted that I get married without underwear makes me notice my arousal even more. Of course, now that I know how much fun sex can be the naughty thrill it gives me does nothing to calm me down.
I shuffle nervously as the celebrant drones on about the responsibilities of the marital contract we’re entering into. I wonder what he’d think if he realized that in my heart I was marrying both of the men beside me. Grant might look like he’s standing up as the best man, but everyone else in this tiny room knows that I’m committing my life to him, too.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Bryce grins, pulls me close, and presses a rather formal, almost royal kiss to my lips. Grant laughs softly, pulls me out of his arms, and shows him how it’s done. I’m panting by the time Grant lets me up for air and I blush furiously as I glance at the celebrant. I almost trip over my high heels when he winks and then announces to everyone that we are now officially husband and wife. He doesn’t say it, but I get the sense that he meant husbands. His lack of shock certainly suggests that he knows what’s going on.
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��Come on, Mrs. Anderson,” Bryce says as he lifts me into his arms. “Time to celebrate.”
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Grant tried hard to hide the intense emotions he was feeling. It didn’t matter to him that he wasn’t her husband on paper. She shared his name now, and had committed herself to both him and his brother. That was more important than any piece of paper ever could be.
The cab ride to the airport hotel seemed interminable. Their plane to Hawaii didn’t leave for another fourteen hours, so they’d booked a room knowing that neither of them would be able to resist ravishing their lovely wife. Role-playing in the safety of their friend’s restaurant, in a room specifically set up for such clandestine meetings, was a far cry from dragging their new wife into a janitor’s closet in a place where such behavior might get them arrested under suspicion of terrorism.
Finally they stepped into the larger-than-expected room and closed the door. Grant turned to Karly, dragging her into his embrace before nearly inhaling her with his kiss.
Bryce grumbled good-naturedly as he hefted their bags onto the luggage rack. He riffled through his own suitcase and then returned to pull Karly from his brother’s arms.
“We’re in a bedroom,” he said by way of explanation as he started to strip Karly of her clothes. “That means naked and cuffed, my sweet little sub.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, complying with their wishes with an easy smile, “but perhaps I should give you the wedding gift I bought for you both before you put the cuffs on.”
Intrigued by the thought of Karly buying them something that would interfere with the soft leather cuffs they usually used, Grant watched as she finished getting naked and then turned to her own suitcase. His tongue practically fused to the roof of his mouth when he saw what she’d bought.
Bryce seemed as lost for words as Grant was.
“It’s okay,” Karly said, her worried gaze swinging from one to the other of them. “I trust you both.”
