by Kiera Silver
Before she could answer, Euan had gone to the bed and returned with a pillow. He lifted her up slightly and braced her knees on it, and she shook her head. “Nope, not now.”
Connor didn’t have to be told twice, and he pushed the head of his cock against her lips. She opened them willingly, accepting him inside, and focused her attention on pleasing him. She couldn’t help contrasting him to Euan, deciding he was a little bit wider, but maybe not quite as long. Either way, she had no complaints with either of their cocks, and she serviced him happily. As she sucked, swirling her tongue around him when she paused to let a twinge of discomfort in her jaw fade—likely triggered by the uncomfortable gag she had in her mouth a few minutes ago—he groaned and surged to the back of her throat, clearly enjoying her attention.
Euan crouched on the floor beside her, his hand moving between her thighs to stroke her clit as she sucked on Connor’s cock. She lost herself in the feel of his fingers and the sensation of the shaft in her mouth. Euan quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm, and she stilled her mouth as she slipped over, not wanting to bite her lover. She twisted and convulsed under the strength of it, though it still felt empty and hollow, and she knew exactly what was missing.
She looked at Euan, pleading with her eyes for what she wanted, and he seemed to read the message there. While she resumed sucking Connor, Euan moved behind her to unfasten the handcuffs and remove the spreader bar from between her ankles. She sagged forward slightly when she was free, bracing her hands on Connor’s thighs as she dedicated herself to the task of getting him off.
She was unsurprised when Euan slipped between her legs a moment later, carefully arranging her so she was straddling him with her back facing his chest. She was still sensitive from her recent orgasm, so she felt every inch of him in a delicious fashion as he plunged slowly inside her. His hands on her hips kept her steadied as he began to thrust, and she pushed down against him, once again enthralled by the sensation of having a cock inside her and another in her mouth.
She surrendered control to both of them, allowing Euan to move her lower body as Connor cupped her cheeks and carefully thrust in and out of her mouth, now the one setting the pace as she randomly licked and sucked, trying to coax him over the edge. It was harder to focus on her task as Euan pulled her hips down to meet each hard thrust of his hips upward, stimulating every inch of her insides. She could feel herself approaching another climax, and the inevitable happened when Euan cupped her mound, sliding his middle finger into her slit to press against her clit as he continued thrusting inside her forcefully.
As her walls started to spasm with the onset of release, Connor’s cock twitched in her mouth, and a second later, his seed coated the back of her tongue and throat. She swallowed as much as she could, overwhelmed by his abrupt climax, nearly choking as tears filled her eyes. Even then, it was still enough to heighten her excitement, and her own orgasm fully took hold, triggering Euan to release as well.
Once he stopped spasming inside her mouth, Connor withdrew. Euan did the same a moment later, groaning as though it was painful to separate from her. She could relate, because it was like a physical wrench of pain having them no longer joined with her.
They couldn’t stay like that all the time, so she tried to be pragmatic as Connor picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down on it before joining her, his mouth moving to her nipples, choosing the breast closest to him on which to lavish his attention. Euan had disappeared for a moment, and when he joined them, she realized he had simply gone to the bathroom to retrieve a warm cloth. He cleaned her carefully before curling up on her other side, his mouth seeking out the breast that was currently neglected.
Until these two, she had been apathetic about breast stimulation, not finding it nearly as exciting as her male partners always seemed to, but it was different with Connor and Euan. Just like everything else seemed different with them. Maybe it was because there were two of them to lavish her with attention, and they worked in tandem, but she suspected she would have felt the same way even if it was just one of them with her. That reminded her that they needed to talk, and with a groan of reluctance, she put her hands on their foreheads and gently pushed them away. “I guess we should figure out some stuff.”
Connor sighed as he pulled his head away, bracing his cheek on his hand, his elbow sinking into the bed. “Yeah, talking is important, but not nearly as fun.”
She smiled at him. “I agree with that. We can always go back to other things later.”
Euan seemed to have the most difficulty tearing himself away, spending another moment nuzzling her nipple before he lifted his head with a long sigh. “I guess we should talk, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus with your breasts displayed so temptingly by that corset.”
With a grin, she unzipped it and let it fall away. “Is that better?”
He groaned, bending his head again to take her nipple into his mouth once more. He sucked gently, finally easing away when she put her hand on his shoulder. “Not at all better,” he said almost grumpily.
Connor rolled off the bed and padded to the closet, coming back with one of their shirts that he thrust at her. “Since my brother can’t control himself, you should probably cover up for a little while.”
She rolled her eyes as she slid on the T-shirt, pausing for a moment to appreciate the scent permeating it. She tentatively identified it as Connor’s shirt, but they were both similar in smell and feel. She didn’t really want to distinguish between the two, because they seemed like a matching set, and she couldn’t imagine having one without the other, at least on a long-term basis.
That brought her to her first question though. “What are the rules of this thing we have going on here? Do we only fuck when all three of us are together, or is it okay to…” She trailed off for a minute as she tried to think of a scenario. “I don’t know, like have a quickie with one of you while the other’s in the shower? I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’ve never had a relationship with two men at the same time. I get the feeling you two have though.”
Euan frowned at her. “We’ve never had a relationship with two men at the same time.”
She picked up the pillow nearest her and smacked him across the head with it gently. “You know what I mean.”
He rubbed his head in an exaggerated fashion before looking at Connor. “Did you see how ruthless she was, just hitting me like that?”
Connor laughed. “It must be her mafia blood coming through.”
She rolled her eyes at both of them, successfully managing to stifle the urge to giggle. “I’m serious though. You guys moved together in sync. It’s like you’ve done this before.”
“There’ve been a few girls we’ve shared, but nothing long-term. I think the longest arrangement was maybe three different nights, and she wasn’t dating either one of us. It was just for fun. We don’t have any rules established. We didn’t expect this.”
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition,” she said with a grin.
Euan started laughing, and it was a far exaggerated reaction to what her comment deserved. She frowned at him. “You don’t have to stroke my ego by pretending you find me funny.”
After a moment, he took a deep breath and regained control. “No, it isn’t that. Connor said almost the same thing yesterday. I just thought it was funny you both had the same saying.”
She glanced at Connor, who was grinning. “I guess he’s not a Monty Python fan?”
Connor shook his head before looking at his brother. “Sorry, bro, but we can’t take credit for that. It’s from a movie.”
He looked temporarily crestfallen. “I’m not sure I can be in a relationship with someone who likes Monty Python,” he said with mock severity.
She grinned at him. “I’m not sure I can be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t.”
Connor’s tone was more serious when he gently nudged them back to the topic at hand. “I’m not going to feel threatened or
jealous if you’re with Euan sometimes and I’m not there. Euan, how do you feel about it?”
He shrugged. “I think that’d be okay, but for now, maybe just the three of us together until we see where this thing is going.”
She nodded, because it made sense to her. They should focus on becoming a triad and cementing their connection before they risked diluting it by being together separately. If they were going to make this work, and though it did sound crazy on the short length of time she’d known them, they needed to focus on becoming partners. Considering the inauspicious beginning, and the newness of the relationship, she was surprisingly optimistic about their chances of making it work. She might end up getting her heart broken and regretting the whole thing, but at least she’d have some of the best sex of her life. She consoled herself with the thought as she snuggled between them.
Euan put his hand on her stomach. “There’s another topic that comes to mind. Are you on the pill?”
She froze before slowly shaking her head. “I’m not. I can’t take it. It gives me terrible side effects.”
Connor put his hand near Euan’s on her stomach. “You should decide what you want to do about that then, because you’ve had both of us now without anything keeping you from getting knocked up.”
“What a romantic way to phrase it,” she teased. Her humor faded as the seriousness of the topic struck her. She bit her lip indecisively as she counted the days in her cycle. She let out a small sigh of relief. “I think it’s probably safe, but we should use condoms in the future.”
“We’ll take care of you if you are,” said Connor.
Euan nodded. “It won’t matter who’s the father. We’ll both take care of the baby and claim it as ours. If that’s what you want.”
She nodded. “I don’t think there will be a baby. It’s a pretty safe time, but I’m reassured to hear you both say that. Even if we don’t work out, it’s good to know you’d be there for our child.”
“We’ve been without a family for too long to just turn our backs on our child,” said Connor. “It was always just me, Euan, and Pop, since our mother died a few weeks after Euan was born. When we lost Pop, it was like losing our whole world.”
“Suddenly, it’s like it’s all fitting back into place again. The picture’s different, but it’s fitting like it’s supposed to,” said Euan, sounding unexpectedly poetic.
She blinked back the sting of tears at their words, feeling the need to lighten the situation. “Maybe we could just start using condoms next time, unless you happen to have a stash here at the moment?” When they shook their heads, she shrugged. “We’ll add them to the shopping list.”
Chapter Seven
The next two mornings were similar to the previous in that they staged an elaborate scene for the camera’s benefit. She performed the role of a lifetime playing the tortured victim, always impatient to be done with that part so she could move on to trying out the new toys with her lovers. She was startled to realize that afternoon she’d already technically been their captive for six days.
Briefly, she considered calling to check in with her family, but decided that was something she needed to do in person. She was still in regular contact with the triplets, but she hadn’t spoken to her mother or father for about a year now, and she didn’t want to break the silence with a phone call. She’d rather see them in person and be able to hug them again after they spoke. And cried. She was certain she and her mother would both be sobbing, which would no doubt make their father uncomfortable, but she knew he wouldn’t leave until they’d finished talking, no matter how much his wife and daughter sobbed.
When she entered the living room after visiting the bathroom, she found the two of them seated on the couch talking in hushed tones. She walked over to them and plopped down between them. “What’s up? Did you hear from Croft yet?” She knew they’d been waiting for a response from him so they could suggest a private place to meet, ostensibly to exchange money for her, though she had no intention of going anywhere with Croft.
The tentative plan was to arrive long before Croft at the meeting spot and set up the perfect line-of-sight to shoot him. It wasn’t quite as hands-on as her men would have wanted, but she’d managed to persuade them to do the deed from a distance so they stayed safer. She couldn’t bear to lose either one of them now.
Euan shook his head. “No, not yet. Other than that first reply he sent us from the burner phone we mailed to him so we’d have somewhere to send the pictures, when he told us he was going to rip us apart and hang us on his wall, he hasn’t replied.” He sounded unconcerned.
She didn’t share that nonchalance. Her stomach twisted with fear. “Did you expect him to maintain his silence for so long?”
Euan and Connor traded a troubled glance before shaking their heads. “No, not really. We figured he would have crumbled by now and agreed to the demands we make every time we send a picture.”
“Are you telling him you have to meet him alone, and he needs to bring cash?” At his nod, she sighed. “I’m afraid maybe he just doesn’t want me as badly as you two thought he did. I feel like I’ve let you down.”
Euan laughed as he put his arm around her shoulder. “You haven’t let us down by not being perfect psycho bait. If he’s really not that into you, I’m actually relieved, because it disturbed me to think how much he wanted you and what he’d do if he had you.”
Connor nodded. “I’d rather know you’re safe and of little interest to him, even if it means having to give up our revenge.”
Warmth suffused her, and she took both their hands in hers, squeezing gently. “You guys are so sweet. I’m not ready to give up on your revenge yet though. If this doesn’t work, I still think we should ask my brothers for help. They’ll deal with him.”
Connor and Euan shook their head in concert. “It’s not their problem to deal with. Croft is ours, and if we ever get revenge, it needs to come from us. It would be nice to know he’s out of the picture, but it won’t be nearly as satisfying if someone else does it for us.”
She sighed. “I remember your objections from before. I’m just trying to make you see reason.” When they rolled their eyes at her, she sighed again. “Well if you didn’t hear from Croft, what had you both buzzing like bees?”
“There’s a race tonight, and we were deciding if we wanted to enter it,” said Connor.
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here alone while we’re out racing,” said Euan.
“I’m not going to be here alone. I’ll be with you two. Do you race in the same car or what?”
“Yeah, we usually take turns driving. It’s my turn to drive,” said Connor.
“You can’t come with us. There’s no backseat.”
She grinned at Euan. “I’ll just sit on your lap.”
He groaned, clearly liking the idea, though he was still trying to resist. “It wouldn’t be safe.”
“‘It wouldn’t be safe,’” she repeated in a mocking tone before winking at him. “It’s not like it would be safe anyway. You aren’t taking your grandmother for a Sunday drive. It’s illegal street racing, and I want to see what it’s all about. I’d like to come with you.”
Connor and Euan exchanged a glance before Euan’s shoulders dropped. “Ridiculous.”
She frowned. “You think it’s ridiculous that I want to see what you do?”
He shook his head. “No, I think it’s ridiculous that neither one of us can tell you no. You’ve got us wrapped around your finger.”
She giggled her delight before putting her arm around each of their shoulders and pulling them closer to her in the closest semblance of a hug she could manage with two lovers. “I’ll have to remember that for future reference, and just so you know, there are other places I’d rather have you than around my finger. Would you like to know some of them?”
Connor nuzzled her neck. “I’d like to know, but I’d rather you show me than tell me.”
She stood up from the couch, taking their
hands and pulling them with her back toward the bedroom. “That’s easy enough to arrange.”
The street where the racers had gathered was a madhouse with people milling everywhere. She was surprised they were able to keep this kind of event secret with the amount of people present. She was also surprised when Connor and Euan didn’t interact with their fellow racers. All around her, she heard ribald comments, laughter, and the occasional shouting match, but neither one of the men spoke to anyone.
Eventually, she figured out it must be because of what had happened with Croft. Just to confirm, she asked, “Why don’t you talk to anyone?”
Connor shrugged. “We don’t need new enemies.”
“That makes sense. How long do you plan to race?”
“The course is usually about two miles, predetermined before the event by whichever group is planning it. This one should be a piece of cake.”
She nodded. “I meant how many years from now are you planning to keep racing? Do you see doing this when you’re old and gray?”
Euan snickered. “I doubt your family will let us get to be old and gray.”
She rolled her eyes, though she didn’t entirely disagree with his assessment. If her brothers got their hands on Connor and Euan, they would be likely to shoot first and ask questions later. She’d just have to make sure they didn’t meet, at least not until she was ready to explain how she’d met Connor and Euan.
“We’ll quit racing the day they stop doing races,” said Connor, answering her original question.
She was concerned about that, because it seemed so dangerous, but before she could find a tactful way to phrase that observation, a short, stocky man broke away from the group surrounding a gleaming white car with flames across the sides. He came over, placing a hand on the hood of the black car her men planned to drive. He smirked when he saw both of them glare at him, and she was certain she wouldn’t like him before he opened his mouth.
