by Kiera Silver
Connor seemed to regain enough awareness to realize they were on the floor, and he pulled away with a slight groan as he picked her up and carried her back to the small bed. As soon as he had her positioned, he returned his mouth to her breasts, this time selecting the one that hadn’t received any attention yet. She kept her fingers in his hair, holding him against her as she stroked his scalp. It wasn’t particularly sexy or seductive, but it was all she was capable of as his mouth worked her into a frenzy.
The door opened fully, and she was only vaguely aware of Euan entering the room for a moment. She looked up and caught his expression of openmouthed shock, and rather than push Connor away, she held him closer to her. Sophia extended her free hand in Euan’s direction and wiggled her fingers, silently asking him to come to her.
She’d never entertained the fantasy of having two men at the same time before. Whenever she considered the idea after reading a book or having a fun conversation with her girlfriends, she had concluded it had seemed like too much work, and too high a potential for drama. Now, lost in the moment and surrendering to her instincts, she couldn’t think of a single reason why having both of them at once might be a bad idea. It just felt good and right.
After a short hesitation, Euan moved closer to the bed. Connor had stiffened briefly, clearly aware of his brother’s arrival, but not moving away from her breast to say or do anything. To her, that indicated he was fine with his brother being there too.
When he reached the bed, Euan dropped onto the other side of her, his mouth moving to her breast like he was a starving man. She whimpered and writhed under the dual onslaught of their mouths at her breasts. She’d never experienced anything like it, and she buried her free hand in Euan’s hair, briefly pulling out the leather thong that kept it in the short ponytail before threading her fingers through his blond locks, keeping him clutched tightly to her chest in a pose similar to the way she held Connor.
Almost as one, they both released her breasts, but their mouths went in separate directions. Connor’s drifted down over her stomach, pausing long enough for his fingers to deal with the zipper and snap on her jeans and push them down to mid-thigh, along with her panties. Euan’s mouth drifted higher, his lips finding hers as they shared another kiss. It was even more intense than the one they’d had yesterday, which had been a byproduct of anger and her attempt at manipulation to get him to release her.
This kiss was completely different. There was no manipulation or angle involved. It was simply pleasure-driven, and she lost herself in the feel of his mouth against hers, his tongue stroking over hers as she reciprocated.
She let out a hoarse shout when Connor’s mouth moved between her legs, parting her folds so his tongue could slip inside. She sobbed as he flicked his tongue across her clit, made super sensitive by her arousal and his obvious skill.
Their tongues synced in a similar rhythm, moving in gentle thrust in and out of her mouth and her pussy, and she writhed against them. Sophia bucked her hips against Connor’s face as she practically devoured Euan’s tongue. Fumbling blindly, she found the bulge pressing insistently against Euan’s jeans and slipped her hand inside the tight waistband. She grinned with satisfaction when he hissed a breath against her lips as she stroked down his shaft. It was a tight fit, but she could just barely reach the end of him. He was already slick with pre-cum and clearly desperate for more.
Her own dexterity amazed her, because she somehow managed to open his jeans while at the mercy of Connor’s mouth between her thighs. His questing tongue seemed to instinctively know all the right spots to seek out and stroke, and she was hovering on the edge of orgasm as she finally freed Euan’s cock and wrapped her hand around it.
A second later, a climax burst over her as Connor sucked carefully on her clit, giving her the last bit of stimulation she needed to orgasm.
She was lost in her own pleasure and only vaguely aware of Euan breaking the kiss and sliding up her body. Connor was moving too, but she wasn’t quite aware of what he was doing as she opened her mouth and accepted the length of Euan’s cock, the head pushing gently, but insistently, through her lips before the rest followed. He straddled her, supporting his weight with his hands against the wall as he thrust gently in and out of her mouth, clearly not wanting to overwhelm her or go too deep.
She grasped his buttocks, bringing him closer and pulling him in as deeply as she could. She sucked the length of him, swirling her tongue around the head, as Connor parted her thighs, splaying them as wide as he could.
She knew what was coming even before she felt the brush of his cock against her opening, but she made no move to stop him. She didn’t doubt he would have pulled away if she asked him to, but she didn’t want him to. At the moment, it didn’t matter how they’d met, or how she’d come to be there. She didn’t even care that they had targeted her as a kidnap victim to hurt their enemy. All she cared about was having both of them inside her, which was what instinct was urging her to pursue.
They were both larger than any man she’d been with before, and that wasn’t many. Even compared to a larger pool of males, she was certain they would have come out way ahead. Compared to the entire population of men, she was certain they were very well endowed. That was the last conscious thought she managed before Connor pushed the rest of the way inside her, filling her almost to the point of pain before he began to thrust.
He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t overly rough either. His pace and movements were just right, and she lost herself in the rhythm of the two men taking her in tandem. Briefly, she wondered if they had done this before, because they seemed so well coordinated, but she couldn’t manage the brainpower required to ask the question even if her mouth hadn’t been full. It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was this moment in time. There might be repercussions and recriminations later, but she regretted nothing at the moment.
Connor changed the angle slightly, bringing his hand between their bodies to begin stroking her clit. She’d already hovered on the edge of coming again, and it sent her over. Her mouth tightened, and she had just enough awareness not to bite down as she massaged Euan’s cock with her mouth, bringing him over the edge to release as she climaxed.
Less than a minute later, Connor followed them, his shaft tightening inside her before he came, filling her with splashes of his release. That rang a small alarm bell in the back of her mind, but she wasn’t capable of focusing on it at the moment. All she could do was languish under the bliss of release as the two men reluctantly pulled away from her, somehow lying down on either side of her on the full-size bed. It was a tight fit, and the bed springs groaned in protest. They had probably been squeaking the whole time, but she’d been too focused on Euan and Connor to notice.
Abruptly, she was aware of a chill in the air and shivered. With their body heat on either side of her, she shouldn’t have been capable of feeling cold, but she did. She didn’t think it was necessarily from the drop of temperature in the room so much as it was fear and questions crowding her mind. Everything had changed, but at the same time, it was all still the same. She didn’t think they were suddenly going to release her as their hostage just because they had all become lovers. She didn’t know what any of it meant, or even how she’d found herself in this position, though it had seemed right at the time.
Despite her doubts and fears, it still seemed right. She probably should have made an effort to get up or send them away, but she was too exhausted and satisfied to bother to do so. Instead, she let her eyes close and surrendered to sleep.
“Holy fuck,” said Euan to his brother as Sophia started to snore softly. “I didn’t expect that.”
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition,” said Connor in an offhand fashion.
He rolled his eyes. “Surely you aren’t comparing that to torture?”
Connor sat up, carefully easing away from her. “No, that was about the farthest thing from torture ever. It just complicates the fuck out of things.”
Euan nodded. “Yeah, it does. We should just let her go now.”
Connor scrubbed a hand down his face, clearly conflicted. “We should, but we’ve planned this for so long. We’re finally about to get revenge for Pop. She’s a big part of that.”
He nodded, feeling the same way. He was conflicted between his need to avenge their father’s death, and his need to take care of Sophia. He hadn’t expected to feel anything for her, especially when he’d been under the impression she was Victor Croft’s woman and had voluntarily been with him. That was enough to turn any man’s stomach and make a girl repulsive. Unfortunately, even when he’d still thought she was with Victor, she hadn’t been at all repulsive to him. It would have made things easier if she had been. If she had been what they expected, and her role in Victor’s life had been what they thought, things would have been much easier and more clear-cut.
On the other hand, he wouldn’t have just had his cock in her mouth, so there was that to think about. In fact, just thinking about it made him hard again, and he wanted to wake her for a repeat performance, but with him in the position his brother had previously occupied.
Suddenly, Connor cursed. He looked up at his brother, careful to keep his gaze angled upward. They might have just shared a woman, but he didn’t need to see his brother’s cock flying around. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t use a fucking condom. I never even thought about it. Surely she’s on the pill?” He sounded hopeful, ridiculously so, as though he was clinging to the idea with every scrap of hope he possessed.
Euan frowned for a moment. “Yeah, probably. I mean, she’s like twenty-two, isn’t she? She has to be on the pill.”
“Just in case she isn’t, you need to have her too.”
Euan blinked and looked up at his brother uncertainly. “You mean without a condom?”
Connor nodded. “If we’re going to share her, we need to share her in every way possible. That means if there’s the possibility of a baby, I don’t want to know who the father is. When she wakes up, it’s your turn.”
Euan was torn. Of course he wanted her, and the idea of sharing her with Connor didn’t bother him. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had a woman between them, but there was something different about Sophia. She was special, and she meant more. He didn’t like the idea of deciding for her, though that’s what they had done from the moment they had taken her from that party, planning to hold her as their captive. He bit his lip. “I don’t know. I think we should just tell her everything. I bet she helps us. She hates Victor too.”
Connor hesitated for a moment before sighing. “Yeah, I actually came in here to tell her the whole story, and then she knocked me to the floor. It’s all a bit hazy beyond that, but I know it involved some of the best sex of my life.”
Euan laughed softly. “I can imagine. I enjoyed what I got, but I’d like to have more. I just think it has to be her choice. And we should ask her about the birth control thing. She might want that morning after pill thing if she’s not on the pill.”
Connor nodded. “Of course, and we’ll get it for her if that’s what she wants, but I kind of like the idea of having a family again, of it being more than just you and me.”
“Yeah, me too, but I doubt she’s ready to have our baby or anything. She probably still hates us.”
Connor laughed. “I don’t think she hates us. Maybe she wants to, but I don’t think she can hate us and do what we all just did. She might think we’re assholes, and we are, but she’s still attracted to both of us. Who would have imagined this turn of events?”
Euan didn’t bother to share that he’d imagined it quite frequently since they’d started following Sophia after deciding she was Victor’s weakness. He’d imagined it in every way possible, often with his hand wrapped around his cock as he brought himself to completion while imagining it was her instead.
He just hadn’t pictured his brother as part of the package, but it felt right. A future he hadn’t considered beckoned in front of him, tantalizingly close depending on Sophia’s view of it, and for the first time in three years, he contemplated the idea of letting go of the past, abandoning the plan for revenge, and focusing on the future instead.
The idea slipped away before he could fully embrace it. As much as he suddenly wanted Sophia, and what she represented, along with a new and brighter future, he couldn’t let Croft go unpunished for what he’d done. They had to destroy him before they could move on. They had to have justice for their father before they could have the reward of a future with Sophia.
If that was something she wanted anyway. She was difficult to read. This might have been nothing more than another attempt to manipulate them into letting her go, or it might have just been a fun indulgence, something to cross off her sexual bucket list, under circumstances where no one would find out what she had done.
He couldn’t wait for her to wake up so they could talk and find out exactly what it had been to her, and what it meant for all of them.
Sophia woke alone, though she had expected to find at least one of them with her. She was disgruntled to find herself alone. But that didn’t last long.
She hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet when the door opened, revealing Euan standing there. She gave him a tentative smile, uncertain how he would act this morning. Last night had been a crazy culmination of events, and she wasn’t even certain either brother would want to repeat the experience.
Did she?
As she got out of bed, abruptly realizing she was still naked, her body stirred to life at the sight of Euan, and she realized she did. She wanted him between her thighs, and she wanted to taste his lips again.
Instead, she reached for the nightgown hanging over the bedpost and slipped it on. “I need a shower.”
He nodded. “After you’re done, can you join us in the living room? I have breakfast too.”
She blinked, surprised by the change of events. “You aren’t going to lock me in the bathroom, and then lock me back in this room when I’m done?”
He gave her a small smile. “Not at this moment, but I guess that all depends on your reaction once you hear what we’re doing.”
She nodded, still somewhat surprised to see him turn and leave the room, but the door remained open. It almost felt like a trap, but after last night, she knew that was a silly supposition. Something had changed last night, and perhaps they were willing to trust her with the truth now.
They were also extending a measure of trust to her, though it felt a bit hollow. With the biometric scanners on the doors, she couldn’t go anywhere without their permission anyway. At least it was a gesture, and she quickly grabbed her clothes and sped through a shower, anxious to hear the full story of why Connor and Euan had brought her here.
After dressing, she joined them in the living room. They sat on the sofa with a space between them, but she opted for the armchair instead. She needed a clear head and being that close to both of them was unlikely to help her think in any meaningful fashion. Breakfast consisted of a takeaway sandwich, and she opened the bag and took a bite, ravenous after last night’s activities, as she waited for them to start speaking.
Silence reigned for a long moment, and then the brothers shared a look and a nod. Connor started speaking. “Euan and I are street racers.”
“Like Fast and the Furious?” She asked around a mouthful of bacon and egg.
Euan laughed, even as Connor rolled his eyes. “He hates that comparison,” said Euan.
“Some of it’s true though. You either race for cash or pink slips. We’re good. We hardly ever lose, unless we’re racing against each other, but that’s only for practice.”
“That’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever met street racers before. Is it a steady job?”
Connor smiled. “It’s not exactly a job. Two nights out of the month, you meet at a location and race. No one knows the location until the day of, when you receive a text message telling you where to be. The money comes in from either the
cash stake that people put up, or from selling the car you win. Three years ago, our Pop owned a garage, and we were racers. Dad would sell the cars we won, and it was all mostly legit. The only thing illegal about any of it is the street racing itself.”
She nodded as she finished chewing.
“We’ve been racing about five years,” said Euan. “We’ve gone up against just about everyone, and we’re usually the ones to beat.”
“Three years ago, Victor Croft came onto the racing scene. He had a custom ride that I doubt he put any work into himself, and he liked to flash it around along with stash of cash.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Victor Croft, the dude who lives in a suit? He was a street racer?”
Connor shrugged. “There are all kinds of people drawn to the sport, babe. He’s not the only businessperson on the circuit. He’s just the biggest asshole. He kept losing to us, and he didn’t like that. It was clear we were the ones to beat, and he was determined to do it. It was an ego trip for him, and one night he and Connor got into a punching match. There was a lot of shit talk before that, and it escalated to the point where Victor put his shiny car on the line instead of cash. That was unusual for him, because he’d never bet his pink slip before.”
“I won,” said Connor, but without the arrogant confidence she would have expected.
“At first, Croft wasn’t going to pony up the pink slip, but there’s an unspoken rule among all of us that when you offer it as your collateral, you better give it to the person who won. Surrounded by pissed off racers, he had little choice but to sign it over.” Euan scrubbed a hand down his face. “We should’ve just let the fucker have his car back.”
