"That's really mature, Kieran. I'm warning you…don’t talk about shit you know nothing about."
I don't give a fuck what he's rattling on about. All I know for sure is that he's working with Percy. And that for some reason, Percy has a vested interest in this girl; he’s got something over on this angel that I want to fuck and he’s keeping her captive. But I want her for myself.
"Stacy," I say to her directly so she gets my point. "You don't have to stay here with him."
I hate to put her in the middle of it, but she’s there already and I’ll happily jerk her from the middle and to my side in the most expedient way that I can.
Even as her blue eyes are pleading with me to stop this fight, I can’t give her what she wants. Percy is my enemy, and if Nolan's working with him, then Nolan’s my enemy as well.
I will crush anyone who stands in my way. It’s not just about not letting Percy take off with the inheritance because he’s a greedy fuck.
Now, it is about me running off with Stacy because I’ve become the greedy fuck.
I don’t know what the hell is happening to me but I want her more than I’ve ever wanted any woman. She’s all I can goddamn think about. I’m obsessed.
"Nolan, I never thought it would come to this. I trusted you and loved you like a real brother, and then you went and betrayed us all," I say, the seething rage and single-minded focus sounding loud and clear in my voice.
"I’m warning you, Kieran,” Nolan says with his own rage nearing the surface. I can tell he’s trying to hold it back. “Back the fuck off."
"You ruined our family. Because of you, Carter and I can't get to Percy. And that’s all on you. You’re a disgrace. And you have no one to blame for this but yourself. Why the fuck are you doing this?"
I’m disgusted just looking at him. It's like I don't even know the guy, even though we spent so many years growing up together and being buddies. I’m just at a loss as to why he's defending Percy.
He knows as well as I do that Percy’s soul is black. The fucker is evil in every sense of the word. He might as well stand around twirling a little mustache while he laughs diabolically.
Percy has nothing good to offer the world, and more than that, he has this poor girl under his control. I can't stand to see her like this. It’s obvious she’s miserable being controlled by him. She must feel like Percy's slave and I fucking hate that.
I want her to be no one's slave but my own. As much as I hate myself for thinking that, because, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me, I know I just really want to fucking save her.
It is my personal mission to see that whoever hurts her pays a hefty price, and that includes Nolan.
"You know, Nolan, what is most disappointing is the feeling of betrayal coming off of you. I trusted you, man. Carter and I never thought you would do this…but you have. It’s just so damn disappointing. You don't have one scrap of integrity in your body."
He stands and gets in my face. We’re two alpha males staring each other down and shit is going to get ugly fast. If need be, I’ll destroy him and this whole fucking library.
"I will shred you to pieces,” I say through gritted teeth. “Back the fuck up."
"Fuck off with this shit, Kieran, you’re in over your head and I’m not going to be threatened by you."
And then it happens. The perfect angel, Stacy, who has somehow become entrenched in the middle of all this drama, slips her body between the both of us. Such courage, to stand between two battling brothers...and her fucking body between us as the sacrificial lamb does something to me on a primal level. My cock is rock- hard in an instant, even though I’m still fucking enraged.
"Stop it, please,” Stacy whispers. “I don't want to see this. Percy is the enemy, and neither of you understands to what extent."
We back off at her request though we’re both still heated.
I see the tears pool in her eyes, and I want to take away the pain of this innocent stranger who has to witness this family being torn apart.
I wonder what she herself is going through, and what’s being held over her head that’s forcing her to stay. We don’t understand the full extent of it. That means Stacy probably has it worse than any of us and here we are, acting like a couple of testosterone-driven animals.
"Come on, baby," I say and take her hand. "Let me show you the gardens. We could use the air."
I start to pull her out of the library, closing her hand tight in mine like I’m actually saving her right now.
That’s when I see a scrap of lace lying just under a chair. I reach down and grab it. I stuff it in my pocket before anyone can see what I’ve got, then flash a smile at Stacy and lead her out the door. If this is what I fucking think it is, there’s nothing between me and Stacy’s pussy than a ridiculously short scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress.
Nolan calls after us, "I’ll be down to check on you soon. She's a flight risk, you know." But he doesn’t try to stop me, which is for his own good.
Fuck him if he tries to stop me because nothing is getting between me and Stacy…or her pussy. Literally, it seems. I fucking crave her on every level.
I don’t give a shit how impossible the odds seem now, I know that I have to get her out of here.
For now, I just want her to feel like she’s safe, comfortable, and not in the middle of a goddamn war. I want inside her because I know my cock is the best way to help her escape her current hellish reality.
I want her thoughts to devolve into moans.
Stacy
The bright sun is shining overhead. The afternoon light feels so good on my skin.
The estate is enormous, and there's more than ample outdoor space for us to wander. I've taken Kieran's proffered arm and I'm just happy to get out of that library.
I thought things were going to go down between him and Nolan and there would be no way for me, weighing only 115 pounds, to stop either of these men from demolishing each other. I am nothing compared to their weight and yet I love to imagine myself underneath, one, both, or all of the three hot brothers I've come to know.
They are all gorgeous and equally charming…and they all leave my pussy equally wet.
He's leading me to the beautifully manicured gardens, set after an English style. There are fountains, topiary, mazes, and secret gates leading to what look like enchanted places. I've only seen them from my window, the tower where I'm caged. I had no idea being within the actual gardens would feel so refreshing.
"It's nice out here."
"I figured you could use some air. God knows I needed it."
"Kieran," I venture. "Why on earth are you so mad at Nolan? He's your brother. It's a really sad sight to see."
He sighs like a heavy weight is upon his shoulders.
"It's not easy. Nolan and I used to be inseparable. We did everything together - hunting, fishing, hiking. We tackled the bar scene and have traveled the world. Then one day it's like he just turned his back on all of that, on me. It was honestly devastating."
I look at his sun-kissed face and wonder how a man this gorgeous could have a care in the world. Even without his father's fortune, I know he has enough money to set him up for life.
He just oozes that rich sex appeal. I'm sure he gets any woman he wants, and that he lives the high life with virtually everyone at his beck and call.
His life’s so different from mine.
I'm coming from a more modest family, and I'm doing everything in the world to protect my dad. I can't imagine fighting with my brothers like this. It would break my heart, and I guess my heart breaks a little for what's happening to this family that I have unwittingly become a part of…thought I couldn’t feel that for Percy, not with the cruel way he treats me.
But Carter, Kieran, and Nolan? They’ve all affected me in some way that I can’t shake the sadness I feel at their rivalry.
"Well, there has to be a reason. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would just turn his back like that. Something must've hap
pened."
He looks at me with tenderness in his eyes.
"Might be. But don't you go worrying about this. Nolan separated from us, and he's been helping Percy. Everything he's doing prevents Carter and I from taking Percy down and from carrying out our father's wishes. Nolan is the only thing stopping us and that’s unforgivable."
"I guess I see your point. You care about your family, your dad."
He pulls me onto a little stone bench that's set within an unusually wild part of the garden. There are flowers everywhere and the scent of roses hangs in the air. It's so fragrant that I'd like to capture it in a bottle.
"Family is everything. If you don't have some sense of family, then you are lost. You have no purpose, no sense of direction." He kisses my hand and his eyes are sincere.
"The way I see it, John, my dad, built this empire for us all to stand on and it's just crumbling around us, even as we speak. It's terrible what they're doing to his memory."
I feel like for the first time ever I'm seeing who Kieran really is. He's not just a man of muscle with perfect abs—he's a genuine person with a real moral compass.
He seems like someone who will always take the high road and I admire that. Hearing him talk about family in that way, well…it makes me more attracted to him, if you can imagine that’s possible.
Now I don't just want him to fuck me. I want him to make love to me, and there's a huge difference there. One is just lust, while the other means that you expose your entire soul to the other person and there’s no holding back.
Kieran seems trustworthy, like he would keep my soul safe and never hurt me. That makes a warm feeling start to come over my body and I want nothing more than for him to take me as his own, to claim me right here in the garden.
I find myself rubbing his back and his arms.
I just want to get close to him.
"They've got you trapped. Aren’t you losing your mind?" he asks.
"I am...trapped," I say nothing more about it because I can't run the risk of Percy finding out that I told Kieran anything about his plan. "But at least I'm trapped with you."
He looks at me with those blue eyes that pierce my soul. They match the deeper shades of the ocean out my window.
"Stacy, I know you are technically Percy's wife, but I fucking want you so much."
I place my hand on his hardened cock and begin to rub it back and forth. The feeling gets me so wet, and I feel my eyes becoming wild, like that of a tigress.
"It's a good thing I'm feeling particularly slutty right now,” I whisper these words into his ear. “Why don't you come and get it?"
I run my tongue over my teeth, my pussy dripping with desire, and Kieran doesn't disappoint—he pulls me down into a bed of soft grass and wildflowers, and presses his lips on mine.
Stacy
“Come here,” I whisper, rolling to the side and grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. I feel the grass under my back and the sun on my skin. Kieran’s closeness is the final touch to the perfect scenery.
His eyes become hungry as he glances at the upper curve of my breasts, and I just close my eyes as he leans into me and lays a kiss between them. Moving his lips up, he follows the contour of my chin and then presses his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue.
Surrendering to his kiss, I let my hands fall to his waist and I put them to work, unbuckling his belt.
I then open the top button on his pants and unzip his fly, my skin prickling as his hard cock strains against his boxer briefs. Turning my wrist, I flatten the palm of my hand against his cock and start rubbing on it, that sweet anticipation building inside of me.
He makes me throw my head back and I gasp, tightening my fingers around his shaft so harshly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he complained.
Except we’re both so horny right now that there’s no way either of us is complaining; we’re both focused on acting out every raw drop of lust within our bodies instead.
I let go of his cock and slide my hand down his boxer briefs. I bite on my lower lip as I savor the warmth of his shaft against my fingertips. I place my hand over his thick cock again, pushing both pants and boxer briefs down with my free hand.
He takes the chance to kick off his shoes, and then does the same with his pants and boxers. Wanting him completely naked, I push his open shirt down his arms, and then take a moment to marvel at how perfect his body looks.
Not only is Kieran handsome, but every single muscle in his body seems to have been carved by God’s careful chisel.
Seriously, how lucky am I?
After Carter, how did I manage to fall in the arms of another perfect man?
I move my fingertips over his skin, tracing the lines separating his ripped muscles and going down to his inner thighs, but always keep a safe distance between my hands and his cock.
He’s looking at me with an untamable hunger in his eyes. I can tell that he’s fighting against the urge to just grab my hands and place them on his cock. Not that I’d mind if he did that, but I’m actually enjoying the creases of anticipation growing on his face as I tease him hard.
Sitting up, I place my hands on his knees and look him in the eyes. I feel my breasts hanging against my bra, and I know that I’m offering him a nice little view of my cleavage.
Judging by the flicker of hunger in his eyes, I’d say he’s enjoying it. He breathes out, and I notice his cock pulsing hard.
On my knees in front of him, I force him to spread his legs wide. He groans, not expecting the sudden movement, but that delicious grin never leaves his lips.
“I want it,” I purr, moving my hands up his legs. I take them all the way to his inner thighs but, once more, I stop right before I reach his crotch.
Instead, I let my hands move back down, and I keep that coming and going motion of my fingers for a long while. As I massage his legs, always threatening to go for his cock but never actually doing it, I notice his pants tenting up so much that I almost start expecting for the fabric to tear. It doesn’t, of course, and so I decide to finally go for it.
When I finally take my fingers there, I do it softly, only using my fingertips. I hold my breath as I feel the contour of his cock, thick and long, and my heart flutters happily as I realize exactly just how lucky I am.
I take a deep breath as I curl my fingers around his cock and start tightening my grip, his cock hardening more and more as I do it. Never taking my eyes from his, I start flicking my wrist, stroking him at a steady pace. My hand goes up and down in hypnotic strokes.
“I need it,” I continue, and I start leaning in as I say it. I only break eye contact when my lips are hovering over the head of his cock.
I part my lips and stop just before my mouth is on him. I use my tongue to touch the tip of his cock, and I close my eyes as I feel his salty warmness against me. I run my tongue in circles and then, unable to resist him a second longer, I go further down and wrap my lips around his tip.
The moment his tip is in my mouth, I grab his shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping.
Just like Carter, he tastes amazing.
Slowly, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, only stopping when I feel his tip pressed against the back of my throat. He’s so big that my lips aren’t even touching the skin on the root of his cock. If he thrusts right now I seriously think he’d kill me.
I close my eyes then, savoring him. I start to bob my head up and down and, at the same time, I place one hand between his legs and cup his balls. Much like his cock, they’re also big; add to that my small hands, and the contrast makes my heart tighten up.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Kieran groans, placing both his hands on top of my head and guiding my movements.
I let him take the lead, using the pressure of his fingers on my scalp like my map.
Picking up the pace, I go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up again; lucky for me, he tangles his fingers in my hair and makes me stop moving.
Then he starts to thrust, pistoning his cock into my mouth and – no other way to put it—fucking it hard.
I hold still for a long moment, surrendering to the way he’s taking charge. He keeps on going until I feel his cock pulsing hard against my tongue. He suddenly he exhales, pushing my head back and making his cock pop out of my mouth with a wet sound.
“That was…” He breathes out, suddenly sitting up. “It was fucking amazing,” he continues, reaching for me fast, his fingers now on my knees and making the climb up my legs.
He stops on the hemline of my dress, and then it’s as if something wild takes over his lips. He grins at me, a flicker of lust in his eyes, and his hands go from my legs to my shoulders. He pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders in a hurry, and two seconds later I’m lying naked on the grass, wearing nothing but my bra.
He takes his fingers all the way over my drenched pussy.
In a hurry, I take my hands to behind my back and unclasp my bra, pushing its strap down my arms as fast as I can.
Now completely naked, I moan as he takes two fingers to my clit, rubbing me there for a few seconds before hiking down to my drenched folds.
He goes up and down over them, and then starts to part them with his index finger. My back is arched as anticipation makes my muscles tense up, but he just keeps on teasing me with no end in sight.
Only when I start relaxing does he go for it; flicking his wrist fast. He slides his index finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot.
I open my mouth in surprise, a sudden scream welling up to my lips, and he takes the chance to start rubbing my clit with his free hand.
Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven.
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