Love Under Three Titans

by Cara Covington

  “Maybe our woman should beg for us, too.” Kevin sank to his knees and lifted her chin so she could see him.

  He was naked, as was Trevor. They were naked, and hard, and on the very edge of control.

  “Beg us, woman, because we’ve never been so triggered.”

  “Please.” Maggie found words she didn’t know were in her and lavished them on these men who’d become her world.

  “Please. I need my masters’ cocks inside me. In my mouth and cunt and ass. Please fuck me.”

  “Christ almighty.” Kevin’s mouth plundered hers, a kiss so carnal, so fierce, she craved nothing more than to surrender to it—and him—completely.

  He drew back and got to his feet. Then she felt herself being plucked off Richard’s lap. Trevor set her upright and then opened her hand. He slapped two condoms into her palm.

  “Just the way Rick described it. Sheath him and me. Kevin doesn’t need a rubber because you’re going to suck his cock and swallow his cum.”

  Maggie trembled as she tore open the packets. Paying attention to first one lover, then the other, she smoothed thin latex over hot, hard cocks, making their owners hiss and groan in delight. Of course it could have been the fact that I used my tongue on each of them to lap up those tiny pearls of juice first.

  “Pure sex and just begging for trouble,” Richard said.

  “I am begging, but it’s not trouble I crave.”

  Trevor pulled her into his arms. “No more talking, sweetheart. Give me your mouth.”

  Maggie opened her mouth wide under his. The power of his kiss, the force of his tongue tasting her, taking her, thrilled her beyond measure.

  She drank Trevor, absorbing his flavor into herself, absorbing him. Loving him. Hands caressed her shoulders, turned her, and she went. Keeping her eyes closed, she inhaled, she tasted, and she recognized.

  Kevin. Her tongue danced with his, their lips waltzing together to music unheard, only sensed and felt. His taste aroused her, soothed her, and she loved it. She loved him.

  A hand combed through her hair, the grip firm, masculine, and demanding. Richard. He tilted her head back and she surrendered, wanting nothing but to give to this man whatever he needed, whatever he wanted. He was her soul mate as surely as were Trevor and Kevin. They had become a part of her, the best part.

  They were her heart.

  Richard pulled his lips from hers, his breathing, like his brothers’, harsh and choppy. “Now, love. Next time will be soft and gentle.”

  “I don’t want soft and gentle. I want to be taken. Hard and fast and deep.”

  “Then come here.” Trevor crawled onto the bed and flipped onto his back. “Come here and give me that hot cunt of yours. Impale yourself on my cock.”

  She moved and they helped her, pushing her and lifting her until, yes, she felt the long, hard girth of Trevor’s cock working into her cunt, sliding deep.

  “Hands and knees.” Richard’s clipped words bore testament to his arousal.

  Maggie wanted only to surrender and give. She obeyed him, fucking Trevor with a slow, hungry rhythm as she laid her hands on the bed on either side of his head.

  The bed dipped as Kevin got on, moving so that his feet stuck out the side, while his head came close to hers. She turned and stretched just a little and kissed him.

  His tongue tasted her, his lips wooed her, and she shivered because it felt so damn good to kiss one man while fucking another. She broke their kiss and grinned.

  Trevor reached up and plucked her right nipple, pulling it taut. Kevin put his fingers on her left breast. Their petting became a background beat to the meshing of cock and cunt.

  Maggie shivered as the delicious friction of her clit against Trevor’s groin as his girth slid in and out, thrilled her and drove her impossibly higher.

  “Cold.”

  Maggie moaned because she loved the glide of lubed fingers against her anus, loved the way everything wove together and became higher and stronger and more.

  “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you,” Richard said. “We’ll see if we can all reach heaven together.”

  Maggie wanted to tell him to hurry, but words deserted her. She closed her mind to words and focused her entire being on feeling.

  There was so much to feel, physical, emotional, and spiritual.

  Richard pressed his finger into her anus, breaching the sphincter, stretching her. He thrilled her as he fucked his finger in and out of her so that she felt the connection, the nerve that seemed to go from ass to clit to nipple.

  These were glorious sensations, champagne bubbles in the blood, coalescing, effervescing, expanding.

  Fingers tugged nipples, the heat of hands warmed breasts and heart as her hungry pussy continued to suck in the hard cock, juicing harder because of the added anal spice.

  More. Oh, God, more. Ah, Richard’s on the bed now. I can feel his body, so close. His fingers left her anus, and he shifted.

  He leaned forward, tenting her. He kissed the shell of her ear. “Don’t let me hurt you. Stop me if I do.”

  Maggie had no intention of stopping him. She’d take him, take them all, and revel in the gift of them.

  A nudge, hot, hard, vibrant, and then a press against her rosebud made her inner voluptuary cheer. Stilling the fucking of her hips, she met this new thrust, pressing back with a steady pressure. She moaned as the burning sting of stretching became the very edge of a pain that tasted of Eros.

  Richard gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as his cock continued to press into her, as he hissed and moaned, telling her without words how wonderful she felt to him.

  Trevor’s hands caressed her back, smoothing up and down, as if they could on their own relax her muscles. “Let go, sweetheart. Let him in. You know how.”

  Maggie forced her muscles to do just that, to open and take, to give up the tiny tendril of control she instinctively thought to keep.

  To become as one she needed to only take, to let them give, and to rejoice in the sharing.

  She felt Richard’s balls slap at the very edge of her slit and knew he’d seated himself completely inside her.

  Maggie gasped, then groaned, and closed her eyes to relish the fullness. Her heart knew the fullness of loving and being loved by three men. Now her body would know it, too. She needed just one more of her lovers, her mates, to make her complete.

  “Maggie.”

  She turned her head toward Kevin. His cock, hot and hard, awaited her. The head of it, a light purple, glistened with at tiny drop of pre-cum, and the sight of that clear fluid actually made her mouth water.

  She needed to gobble him down, to suck and suck so that she could take him inside her as surely as had taken her other men inside her.

  “Open up, baby. Suck me in. Drink me down.”

  Maggie opened and sucked, drawing his hot cock into her mouth. As long and wide as his brothers, Kevin’s cock delighted her, nourished her soul, and fed her arousal.

  “You control the pace, Maggie, love. Fuck us. Suck us. Take what we’re giving you, wife.”

  Oh, God, yes, she was their wife, at least in her heart and mind she was. Relishing the connection, needing to pleasure as much as she felt pleasured, Maggie began to move. Down and in, back and out. She moved her hips, gentle undulations, conscious of Trevor’s hands now on her waist, keeping her partially upright, and Richard’s hands on her hips, keeping her anchored.

  Kevin’s hand caressed her hair, gripped her head, and Maggie surrendered. She moved and sucked and abandoned herself to the slide and the glide, the pinch and the bite, the draw and the dance as she listened to her heart and simply indulged them all.

  Shivers wracked her as her climax neared, as ecstasy teased her and called to her. Her thoughts became disjointed, her focus on the sensations quivering through her. Mmm, down, press, brush against Trevor’s cock nest, yes, my clit loves that. Back and up, and, oh yes, Richard’s hitting something there, something that feels like a cum rocket ready to explode. Mmm
, Kevin’s juices taste so good. He’s leaking and flexing. So close. So very close.

  Trevor continued to hold her, freeing her hands, so she used one to cup Kevin’s sac and squeeze gently.

  “I’m close, baby. Suck me. Suck hard. Swallow me.”

  “Fuck, yeah. Your cunt is so tight. Just about... God!”

  “Maggie! Now!”

  Yes. Greed screamed, and Maggie responded, her hips moving faster, deeper, as her heart thundered in her chest, her men cursed and groaned in her ear, and her rapture erupted.

  Maggie swallowed her cries of triumph and Kevin’s cream, the taste salty, savory, sexy. Each swallow pushed her bliss higher, and each cock spasm inside her body filled her fuller, until the world narrowed to this joining, this communion, this consummation.

  Kevin eased his cock from her mouth. She opened her eyes and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on it, then sank down onto Trevor’s chest.

  Gasping breaths and pounding hearts became a symphony more beautiful than any other. A heaving chest cradled her as softly stroking hands eased her down, back to earth, away from heaven. But she’d seen it, she’d felt it, and she learned of its reality.

  She would go there again and again with her lovers, her men, her husbands.

  “Maggie?”

  She understood Richard’s use of her name. They’d all lost control, they’d all come together. He worried he’d hurt her. “Mmm. So good.”

  “Good doesn’t cover it,” Trevor said.

  Kevin got off the bed, and Maggie frowned. Then she heard him in the bathroom and understood.

  “Easy, love.” Maggie was too exhausted to even wince as Richard withdrew from her. Almost immediately she felt the aftercare, as a warm, moist cloth cleansed her.

  Richard left the bed, but Kevin lifted her, eased her off Trevor, and then drew her back down, snuggling her from behind.

  Trevor headed to the bathroom as Richard returned. He pulled the blankets back and eased her against his chest.

  “That was beyond incredible.” Maggie sighed. “It really did feel as if we were one flesh.”

  “Because we’re mates,” Richard said. He bent down and kissed her. “Thank you, Maggie. Thank you for completing us. You’re our family, our heart.”

  “And you’re mine, each of you, all of you. I never could have imagined finding love under three titans. And now, I can’t imagine life without you.”

  Trevor crawled into the bed beside Richard. He leaned over and gave her a fast, but tasty, kiss. “You won’t ever have to, sweetheart. You’re stuck with us.”

  “Never mind till death us do part.” Kevin kissed her shoulder as his hand caressed her hip. “I thinking we’ll be together even beyond that. I’m thinking eternity here.”

  “Mated,” Richard said. “You’ll never be alone, or lonely, again. I’m with Kevin. Eternity might just be long enough.”

  “I like the sound of that. I never knew I could be this happy.” Maggie sighed and snuggled down into her men.

  Eternity. She guessed that made her the luckiest woman in the entire world.

  Chapter 22

  The sounds of music and laughter, the scent of food and the hum of voices, all combined to form the very definition of the word, “party.”

  The last time Maggie had attended a casual engagement party at Lusty Appetites, she’d been a surprise guest for her niece Ginny Rose. Knowing only Ginny and Benny and the Kendalls who loved her niece, she’d felt completely overwhelmed with her first exposure to the town of Lusty, Texas, and the people who called this town their home.

  Looking around her now, she knew just about everyone here, and everyone knew her. More important, they liked her and accepted her—just as she was—as one of them.

  Nothing she’d ever experienced had ever felt as soul-deep good as the sensation of belonging.

  “You’re looking very lovely tonight, almost-wife. Did I tell you that yet?” Trevor beamed at her, and Maggie felt her heart melt.

  “You did, thank you. And thank you for not noticing that my blue dress with green accents nearly matches the bruise on my cheek.” Only a couple weeks had passed since Clarence Conrad had assaulted Maggie. She’d done her best to cover the offense with makeup, but it still could be seen.

  The day after Conrad’s arrest, the Texas Rangers had come to town and taken him into custody. Adam told her this morning when she’d asked him that the man was still in Austin, but it appeared certain he would soon be sent back to England, in the custody of New Scotland Yard, within the next couple of weeks.

  Richard, who stood on her right, pulled her attention back to the present when he reached over and used his hand to gently turn her head toward him. He examined her face the way he did everything, with a singular concentration. After a moment he said, “We don’t see that bruise at all when we look at you, love. We just see the beautiful woman we love.”

  “Wow.” Julia had just walked over to join them. Her two fiancés flanked her, and though they nodded to Maggie, she could see that Julia was the center of their universe. “Richard, well said, bro! I almost expected you to tell her that her bruise clashes with the dress because it’s more a sickly yellow than a blue-green.”

  Maggie widened her eyes, slipped on a shocked expression, and reached up to touch her cheek. “It does?” She tried to sound upset but doubted she made it. She turned to her left and looked at Kevin, as if to seek his support.

  “Nice going, Jules.” Kevin, Maggie could see, struggled to hide his laughter.

  Julia wasn’t acting when she looked horrified. “Oh my God, I don’t believe I just said that!” She reached out and placed both hands on Maggie’s shoulders. “Maggie, I’m sorry! You don’t. I mean it doesn’t. Honestly! In fact, you can hardly see that bruise now.”

  “I know.” She gave her future sister-in-law a grin.

  Julia looked from her to Kevin and then back again. “Good grief, you have the same off-the-wall sense of humor as he does!” Then she looked a little pale, and Maggie could see her swallowing hard. “Sorry. Be right back.”

  Dev and Drew had been chatting with Trevor, who stood on the other side of Kevin. When Julia ran off, they both looked concerned.

  “Is there something wrong with Julia?” Richard asked.

  “I think we’re going to have to take her over to the clinic tomorrow,” Dev said. “She didn’t feel well last night, either, but said she was fine this morning. I think there’s a flu bug going around or something.”

  “Excuse us,” Drew said as he hugged Maggie. “We should go hang out around the washroom, just in case she needs us.”

  Dev gave her a hug as well. “Last night a glass of flat ginger ale seemed to help. I’ll go ask Tracy or Michelle to pour me one so I can start stirring it.”

  “I hope she doesn’t have the flu. The two of you spent a good part of the day together today.” Richard kissed her lightly. “I don’t want you to come down with what she has.” Then he frowned. “Of course, I don’t want her to be sick, either.”

  Maggie kissed him back. “I know you don’t. And don’t worry, darling. I won’t get what she has.” At least, Maggie thought, not until they began making love without condoms.

  Julia had told her earlier in the day that she was pregnant. She’d done three home tests that very morning, and all of them had come out positive. She’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell her men, but it appeared she hadn’t found the best moment yet.

  Maggie looked over at one of the tables by the front window, where their hostess and the owner of Lusty Appetites, Kelsey Benedict, had been corralled by her husbands. Matthew and Steven had settled their wife between them and were being very solicitous of her.

  Maggie grinned when her eyes caught sight of Susan, another Benedict cousin, and her men. She’d watched the families of Lusty not only on the occasion of that first engagement party she’d attended but also at the wedding reception for Tamara, Morgan, and Henry.

  The men of this town took
care of their women, almost slavishly so. It was, she mused, a very good deal for the women.

  “Here, you let Michelle handle things, blondie. Sit down now and take it easy. You’ve worked hard all day, and you’ve been tired lately. It’s time for you to keep us company, now, and let us take care of you.”

  Peter Alvarez’s words made Maggie smile. Their commitment ceremony was just a week away.

  Jordan scooted his chair closer to Tracy on the left while Peter edged closer on the right. The expression on both men’s faces as they looked at the woman they loved put a lump in Maggie’s throat.

  It was the same look she’d seen on the faces of her own men.

  “What’s snagged your attention?” Richard asked.

  “Love,” she said. Maggie would keep what she knew, and what she believed, to herself. But she wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Lusty was about to have a little bit of a population explosion.

  He looked out over his family and got that half smile she loved so much. “I’d almost forgotten, being in New York, how different home was in this one very special way.”

  “I’m glad we came home,” Trevor said, “and not only because home is where we found our woman.”

  “Amen to that, brother,” Kevin said.

  “Hey, look who’s coming down the sidewalk.” Richard took hold of Maggie’s hand. He looked genuinely pleased. She looked, and although she hadn’t met the three men yet, she knew who they were.

  “It’s about damn time,” Trevor said.

  “Yeah, if we weren’t family men now, we’d have to take them down a peg or two for dragging their heels.” Kevin turned and winked at Maggie. “We still might.”

  “No fighting with your baby brothers, baby.” Maggie grinned when Kevin laughed.

  The younger brothers Benedict waited just outside the door to the restaurant as two men crossed the street. Those two, of course, Maggie did know. David and Robert Jessup shook hands with the three Benedicts on the sidewalk, then they all five moved inside.

  The twins were easiest to spot, because they looked identical, with one exception. One of them had a scar just below the corner of his left eye.