Seven Brothers and a Virgin

by Ember Cole

  “It’s okay,” I say, indicating Jackson.

  “We like to share women,” he says, picking up where I’m going. “It brings us pleasure to see you experiencing pleasure.”

  “Both of you? I mean men, the men I know at least, are sort of…”

  “Possessive?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “We don’t want to own you,” Jackson says. “Just make you feel good. Will you let us do that? Together?”

  She bites at her lip, considering for a minute before she looks up at me finally. “You can touch me,” she says. She’s a little nervous—of course she is, being a virgin—but I can tell she’s excited, too.

  Jackson turns her so that she’s straddling his lap, facing away from him.

  “Her breasts are magnificent,” Jackson says, sliding his hands to cover them.

  She closes her eyes, her mouth going slack.

  “Beautiful,” I say.

  She licks her lips, and I harden even more painfully.

  Jackson is clearly obsessed with her breasts—no surprise. He’s always been a breast man. As for me…I’m dying for something else entirely. But will she go along with it? Some women don’t like it at all. It’s a risk I probably shouldn’t take.

  But, hell. I’m all in now. There’s no turning back.

  I step closer to the pair and crouch down, ignoring the painful pinch my jeans are delivering to my cock. I kiss her lips, threading my fingers through her gorgeous red hair. With hardly a beat, she kisses me back, leaning forward slightly, inviting me to go deeper.

  I do. I kiss her until my lips feel as swollen as hers. Blood rushes through my veins, and I’m desperate for her touch.

  Jackson is pressing kisses along her neck and teasing her nipples.

  I stand. My eyes meet Jackson’s, and he nods.

  “I think Jesse wants you to help him out, Amelie.”

  Her eyes flutter open and she stares up at me, not understanding at first, then her eyes drift down to my straining fly. Just having her look at me makes me even harder.

  She swallows hard, nervous again. It’s a day of a lot of firsts for her, no doubt. And I want to be her first in this area.

  “Do you want to touch him?” Jackson prods.

  After a second, she nods, moving to her knees. Her trembling hand drifts to my fly. She presses, testing the size and shape of me through the denim.

  I bite back a curse and struggle to stay still, letting her explore at her own pace.

  This girl is going to be the death of me.

  8

  AMELIE

  Twenty-four hours ago, I’d never kissed one man, let alone three. And the things Jackson made me feel… Pleasure had broken over me in warm waves, pulsing from where he stroked my pussy and rippling through my whole body in shudders and sighs.

  I’d never felt like that, never known it was possible. That thing I was missing last night when Vance walked away, the feeling of incompleteness that kept me up all night, squirming in my bed…Jackson had given me exactly what I’d needed.

  And I want to return the favor.

  I unbuckle Jesse’s belt, then force the button through the hole of his fly, no easy task since he’s hard and stretching the denim tight. It’s got to hurt, and I want nothing else but to bring him pleasure.

  I slowly drag the zipper down. Jesse lets out a deep, shuddering sigh.

  “That’s it,” Jackson encourages. His hands are back on my breasts now. He’s gotten to his knees behind me, pressing against me. I feel his erection against my ass and lower back. He’s just as hard and ready as Jesse is. It’s a heady sense of power. I’ve done this to them, made them want me.

  If someone had told me I’d be behaving in such a way with two men at one time, I’d have said they were crazy. I know I should feel ashamed.

  But I don’t.

  I feel in control for the first time in my life. Desired. Cherished.

  And I want to touch Jesse. Desperately.

  I tug at his jeans, but they’re too tight.

  “Down,” I demand, and he instantly obeys. They slide down his muscular legs, pooling at his ankles. He’s left standing in his boxer briefs, his erection a huge ridge, the fat tip peeking out above the waistband, slightly to the right.

  I stare. I can’t help it. I’ve never seen a nude man in real life.

  “Take them off,” I say. My voice sounds huskier than normal, even to me.

  He doesn’t hesitate, just does as I ask, and his dick springs free.

  “You like what you see?” Jackson asks, still massaging my breasts. It’s hard to concentrate. I’m so turned on, by both Jackson’s hands and Jesse in front of me.

  “Go ahead,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Touch me.”

  Hesitantly, I reach for him. I stroke the length of him from the root, nested in a thatch of dark hair, all the way up to the tip, plump and glistening with a drop of moisture.

  I look up. Jesse’s expression is fierce, but I wait, perfectly still, totally under control. I want to please him. “Show me,” I say.

  Holding my gaze, Jesse takes my hand and places it around himself, close to the base.

  “A little tighter,” he says gruffly.

  I grip harder. He’s hot beneath my palm, but smooth. I rest one hand on his lightly furred thigh for balance, loving the texture and warm, manly smell of his skin.

  Slowly he begins to move my hand, up and down his shaft. Slow, long strokes. His eyes drift closed. “God, Amelie. That feels so good.”

  His words give me confidence, and soon I’m stroking him on my own, setting the rhythm. His hand drops away, and I continue to stroke.

  “You’re a natural. Isn’t our girl good, Jesse?”

  He nods once, swaying on his feet.

  “Why don’t you taste him?” Jackson says, and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “I’ll bet he’d love to feel your hot little mouth on his cock.”

  “I’m not sure how—”

  “Just do whatever you want,” Jackson says. “It’ll feel good.”

  I want desperately to do this, but I’m still nervous. These men are probably very experienced. They’ve had a lot of women do this to them, women who knew what they were doing. But I want this. I lick my suddenly dry lips and bring him to my mouth.

  Salt. That’s my first impression, and I press my tongue to his tip.

  Jesse groans. I freeze, my head snapping back. Have I hurt him already?

  “Keep going,” Jackson says.

  I try again, this time taking the whole tip into my mouth. I swirl my tongue over and around, the heat and musky flavor of him overwhelming. I want more.

  “Deeper,” Jackson urges. He nips at my shoulder and tugs lightly at my nipples. Currents of sharp pleasure ripple through me.

  I grip Jesse a little more firmly and pull him deeper into my mouth, applying pressure.

  “Now in and out,” Jackson advises. “Stroke him with your mouth. As deep as you can go.”

  I relax my jaw and allow him farther inside, letting all the wet heat slide over my lips and across my tongue, then pull back to just the tip again.

  Never in a million years would I have thought I’d like doing this to a man. It always seemed so subservient, a woman on her knees, pleasuring a man in this way. But it’s totally not. Making Jesse feel good turns me on. I like that I have the power to bring him pleasure.

  Jesse’s hands ball into fists at his side. His thighs flex, bulging with muscle beneath his hot skin. I like that, too. All the raw, masculine power, completely at my mercy.

  I lean in, taking him even deeper into my mouth, sucking hard.

  “Faster,” Jesse says between clenched teeth. One of his hands tangles in my hair, not controlling my motion, but riding it. His hips make tiny, jerky thrusts, almost like he can’t help himself. Like he wants to break free and start fucking my mouth. I kind of want him to.

  Behind me, Jackson is breathing hard, and knowing that he’s watching me only makes me h
otter. The warm heat starts again deep in my belly, the pull of desire making me move faster, grip a little more firmly. Jesse slides in and out of my mouth in smooth, wet strokes.

  “Fuck yes,” Jackson says. He twists each nipple between his fingers, causing tiny pinpricks of pain that somehow make the sensation even more intense.

  I want to cry out, but my mouth is full of Jesse’s cock. All I can do is make a sound low in my throat.

  “Grab his balls,” Jackson says breathlessly in my ear.

  I do, beyond questioning, beyond nervousness now, caught up in the moment. These two beautiful, sexy men and the erotic play they’re introducing me to overwhelm my shyness.

  I tentatively touch Jesse’s sac, testing the weight of his balls in my palm before kneading gently.

  Jesse stiffens, throwing his head back.

  “Oh God,” he gasps. “Amelie. Fuck, that feels…I’m going to come.”

  I suck harder, excited by the thought of him coming. I move faster, bobbing my head, faster and faster, sucking as deep as I can manage, all the while squirming under Jackson’s nipping, desperate kisses he presses to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw.

  Then suddenly Jesse starts to jerk, thrusting a little more forcefully now. His hands tighten in my hair, taking control. I struggle to meet his rhythm, just trying to keep my mouth on his dick. I squeeze his balls and with a loud groan, his cock pulses. I taste his warm, salty come, and then it’s spurting inside my mouth. I eagerly suck it all down.

  “Look at that sweet little mouth,” Jackson purrs in my ear. “So hungry.”

  Jesse’s grip loosens, and he shudders with the last of his climax.

  I pull back, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Jackson drops back, as if he’s spent, too.

  “That was amazing,” Jackson says after a long moment.

  “Yeah,” Jesse says. His face is flushed but once again relaxed. “Amelie is amazing.”

  “Agreed.”

  “But she’s still looking kind of tense, don’t you think?”

  I’m still on my knees, topless. My jeans are open, and the boys are right. I need to come again.

  “Touch me,” I say, and I’m not sure which man I’m begging.

  Jesse moves first. He urges me to the ground and lays me back in the sweet, soft spring grass. Jackson tugs down my jeans.

  “My turn,” Jesse says. He slips a hand inside my panties.

  When his warm fingers reach my opening, I buck up, slamming my thighs together, trapping Jesse’s hand. I can’t help it. It feels so good.

  Jackson traces the curve of my breast. “We want to make you feel as good as you make us feel, Amelie.” He lightly plucks at my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.

  I let out a slow breath, willing my body to relax. It’s why I came here, after all—to take control over my own body, to make my own decisions. And this is what I’m choosing. I throw my arms over my head and let my knees fall open.

  “God, you’re sexy,” Jesse says, and brushes his fingers over my opening. “You’re so wet, so hot for us.”

  Pressure builds, making my flat stomach tense. I need more.

  “Please,” I manage. With Jackson plucking my nipples and Jesse’s hands doing magic things down below, it’s almost too much.

  “We’re going to take care of you,” Jesse promises as he inserts one finger into my wetness.

  I moan. It feels so good, this small, subtle intrusion. I arch my hips.

  “I knew she’d be like this,” Jesse says. “Eager to learn.”

  “Beautiful,” Jackson says. “Look how pink she is.”

  Curse of the redhead, I want to explain, but I can’t. Words take too much effort. Instead I arch up, silently begging for more.

  Jackson pinches and twists both of my nipples right as Jesse does something incredible inside me. I gasp and my eyes slam shut. So good. Too good. “Oh my God. I’m going to come!”

  “Yes. Come for me, Amelie,” Jesse urges. His voice is strained, husky. “Come all over my hand. Let me feel it.”

  Like a bomb, I explode. Pleasure rips through my body in an overwhelming rush. I’m pretty sure I’m screaming.

  “She’s beautiful when she comes,” Jackson says.

  “I know.” Jesse presses the heel of his palm against my clit, and I gasp. The pressure extends my climax, drawing it out in deeper waves.

  There has never been a more perfect moment. And I never want this to end.

  “You like two of us touching you,” Jackson says.

  I nod. There’s no use denying it. I like their hands on me, touching me everywhere at once.

  “What about three of us?” Jesse asks after a moment. “Reed, maybe? He wants you, too, you know. Badly.”

  I open my eyes, blinking against the near noontime sun. Three? I do. But to admit that?

  “Do you want that, Amelie? Three of us? More?”

  I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut before slowly nodding.

  The men are silent, and I wonder if they think less of me now that I’ve admitted to my fantasy. The one that was born just moments ago. Multiple Maddox brothers, all touching me, licking me, doing whatever else it is that I’m still ignorant about. Being the sole focus for all of it. All of them.

  “Yes,” I say, finally. “I do.”

  I look up at Jesse and find him grinning at Jackson. Something passes between the two brothers.

  “We might be able to make that happen,” Jackson says.

  Jesse withdraws his hands, and the guys help me sit up. My head is still spinning, my breath shallow. I’m not sure if it’s from the climax that just ripped through my body or the thought of doing this again…with Reed in the mix, too.

  “Break time’s over,” Jackson says with a grin. He tugs me to my feet while Jesse retrieves my shirt and bra.

  I dress and run my hands through my tangled hair.

  “Damn, you look hot,” Jackson says. “All messy and wrinkled like you’ve just been well fucked.”

  “Not fucked,” Jesse says, touching my face. “Not yet, anyway.”

  Jackson claps a hand on Jesse’s shoulder. “Since you’re here, brother, you can help us with that fence. Between the three of us, we should be able to finish up before lunch.”

  9

  REED

  When Jackson, Amelie, and Jesse return to the ranch at lunchtime, I can tell something is different about Amelie. She’s more relaxed, laughs more easily. Some of the tension is gone. Her red hair is wild, tumbling around her shoulders; her clear, makeup-free skin is just the slightest bit sun-kissed; and her eyes are bright and shining. The way she keeps looking at Jackson and Jesse as all of us settle around the kitchen table—and the way they look at her—confirms my suspicions. My brothers have taken full advantage of their time with Amelie. And from the looks of things, she enjoyed herself with them.

  I reach for bread and lunch meat and make a sandwich, trying not to let it get to me. It’s not that I’m jealous, really. Not jealous that Amelie and my brothers have obviously done something. It’s just that I’m eager for my turn.

  The twins bounce into the kitchen noisily, arguing about a video game. But when they see Amelie, their attention becomes focused on her.

  “Hey, pretty lady,” Greyson says. “Have a good time fixing that fence?”

  She blushes, and my suspicions are confirmed. Jackson beams, and Jesse looks like he just won the Heisman.

  “It’s good as new,” she says. “Your ranch is so beautiful. I can see why so many people wanted to spend their vacations here.”

  Memphis smiles at her. “The wildflowers ain’t the only attraction,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “I’ll be happy to give you a private tour of the terrain.” He reaches across the table and grabs a sandwich from the platter at the center. “After lunch.”

  “Oh, please. Why would she want to settle for second best?” Greyson says, adding a huge dollop of coleslaw to his plate, which already holds two sandwiches, potato chi
ps, baked beans, and three deviled eggs. “I’ll give you the tour,” he says. “I’m much more…thorough.”

  “So that’s how it’s gonna be?” Memphis asks. “We gonna have a little competition, are we?”

  “Hmm, that’s an excellent idea. Settle this once and for all,” Greyson says. The twins look at Amelie as if she’s the main course. “Tomorrow, you’re ours.”

  I grit my teeth.

  “Poor Amelie,” Memphis says. “I don’t know how she’ll sleep tonight, with the waiting.”

  I know how she’ll sleep tonight. While Tanner and I retrieved her car and swapped out the flat, I formulated a plan to make our time together memorable. I’m not going to ambush her like some green rookie on his first patrol. Anticipation is the most potent part of seduction, and I’m resisting every urge I have to flip the table and everything on it and taste those plump swollen lips for myself. For once I’m going to think things through instead of just reacting.

  “I’ll be the one she dreams about,” Greyson says, winking at her. “Just wait.”

  Amelie blushes. God, she’s so sweet. I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman, and I can’t put my finger on exactly why. She’s different from us, what with her wealthy family, being the talk of the town, and leading a sheltered life. Maybe it’s the contrast—her sweet, pure innocence to our experience. We need each other to balance the extremes.

  I need her to balance my extremes.

  Jesus, now I sound like Tanner with all his talk about color and contrast and the artsy bullshit he always spouts to impress women. I’m going to do everything to convince her I’m the right choice to be her first. I can hardly think of anything else. None of us can. There’s an energy to the house today that’s been lacking for a long time.

  Vance joins our group, settling in at the head of the table. His hair is damp, like he’s just had a swim. Or a cold shower. Without a word, he fills his plate and starts eating his lunch.

  “So, Amelie, what would you like to do the rest of the day?” Jesse asks.

  She pauses, her fork full of slaw hovering in midair. “I don’t know,” she says. “My days are usually so…scripted. I don’t remember when I’ve had the whole day just to do whatever I want.”