Smoke and Wishes (Best Wishes Book 1)

by A. J. Macey

  “What are you doing?” I finally asked when it was apparent he wouldn’t tell me without prompting.

  “We promised you a foot rub,” Logan responded, his strong thumbs rubbing small relaxing circles into my sore feet. “You’ve had a bad day.” He shrugged as if it was perfectly normal. Landon adjusted me to be leaning against his chest, his arm around my shoulders as Logan’s massage made its way up to my tense calves. A small moan escaped my lips at the delicious pressure he used.

  “Does that feel good?” Landon trailed a finger down my neck. I nodded against him. “I noticed you couldn’t settle, what’s on your mind?”

  “My brain won’t calm down, just keeps running through everything the last few days.” My eyes drifting shut as another moan left my lips, Logan’s massage had crept towards my thighs.

  “Well, I know something we could do to help take your mind off everything, if you wanted to.” Landon’s voice was heated and low, his lips barely brushing the curve of my ear. Desire curled through my body at his suggestion, my eyes fluttered open to see Logan had positioned himself to lean over me. His hands resting at the tops of my thighs, thumbs trailing a gentle pattern on the inner seam of my jeans. The heat in his gaze reflected that of Landon's voice.

  “Wouldn’t that make things awkward? I mean, I’m not against the idea… not that I’ve thought about it or anything… I just...” I deflated as my attempt to explain what was bothering me came out all wrong. “You’re brothers,” I stage whispered. They both laughed, throaty and deep, the sound going straight to my already wet pussy.

  “Love, we aren’t opposed or weirded out, we’re adults. No strings, no stress. We just want to help you. Of course, if you’re not ready for something like this, that’s fine, we can just…” I cut his protests off by slanting my lips against his. The hands on my lap tightened, but not painfully. His lips were soft, tasting deliciously like sin and chocolate. My panties were done for when Landon joined in the fun, kissing and nipping the side of my neck up towards my jaw. A soft nibble on my left ear lobe had me moaning against Logan’s mouth. Holy fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.

  I reached up and tangled my fingers into Landon’s hair tugging lightly. Logan ran his tongue against my bottom lip, his movements growing more demanding and I opened to him. His hands cupped my jaw, fingers curling into my hair as he deepened the kiss. I matched his intensity with a fervor of my own, teeth nipping at lips in the midst of our passionate kiss.

  Weight shifted on the loveseat, Landon taking over where Logan was stationed at the edge my knees. Instead of going for my mouth, he focused on trailing kisses down the other side of my neck and across my shoulder, pulling the fabric out of the way as he progressed. Too many layers, I growled. Sitting up straighter into Landon’s embrace, I shrugged off my jacket, wanting to feel their skin against me. Logan situated himself behind me, his sculpted chest pressing against my back, a hand twisted into my hair. He licked from my right collarbone to my ear, ending his trail with a tender kiss. I felt myself melt in their hands, brimming with pure bliss at their kisses and touches.

  Landon’s warm hands ran up the outside of my thighs, gently trailing up to my breasts, my shirt shifting up my stomach as he did. Tracing his thumbs around the sides, slowly moving towards my sensitive peaks. A shock of desire shot straight between my legs, my pussy throbbing with need at the feeling of his hands on my chest. I opened my legs resting them on either side of Landon so he could kneel in-between them on the couch. Pushing forward, he molded himself to me, my core pressing deliciously into his hard cock that was straining against his jeans.

  Logan took the opportunity to run his fingers under my shirt against my back, his brother’s hands progressed from just running his thumbs over my nipples to cupping my breasts with a slight squeeze. I couldn’t hold back the breathy moan, stars bloomed in my eyes at the ecstasy flooding my system. Their hands and mouths worked wonders on my stress-ladened body. I want more, I thought once more, the unrelenting need making me whimper. I ground against Landon, his cock hitting my clit through my jeans. I knew I was soaking through my panties, but I wouldn’t have been surprised to see my wetness on Landon’s jeans when he pulled back.

  “Fuck, Lucie,” Landon murmured against my lips as I ground against him a second time. Biting his lip and sucking it into my mouth drew a low moan from him, his chest rumbling with the sound. His hands drifted to the hem of my shirt and started pulling it over my head while Logan assisted from behind me. When it was off, he pressed hot kisses against the tops of my breasts returning his hands to knead my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I ran my left hand into his hair gripping tightly. Turning towards Logan, our mouths clashed desperately over my shoulder, the heat of being between them made my skin flush.

  “Can I take this off, love?” Logan’s voice was thick with desire when he broke our kiss. His eyes were ignited, the flames glowing from within. I nodded breathlessly against him. Landon pulled back just enough for the lace to move away from my skin when Logan unclasped my bra. He stared at my breasts and with a pained groan leaned down to lavish them, biting and sucking as he moved from one to the other. Goosebumps flared on his path, the feeling of his mouth heightened by the sensitivity of my skin. Logan used that as an opportunity to slip from behind me and kneel on the carpet next to the couch. My hand found its way to the front of his jeans, pressing against the hard cock currently trapped behind them. His hips ground forward as I ran my hand down his length through the rough fabric. Quickly unbuttoning his jeans, I slipped my hand into his boxers. The velvety steel throbbed in my palm as I slid my hand from the base to head.

  “Oh, god,” he breathed, full body shudders overtook him at my strokes. He leaned to take my nipple into his mouth, inadvertently pulling away from my hand. Landon pushed me to lay back against the cushions. Unfastening my pants as he trailed hot, sucking kisses down my stomach, careful of the faded yellow bruising. It's like they’re worshipping me. I fought against the tears that threatened to spill from the revelation. My hands gripped the fabric of the couch as though it would keep me from floating into oblivion.

  “I’ve dreamed of this, seeing you laid out in front of me,” Landon whispered as I was stripped down to just my navy lace panties. Logan released my swollen nipple to look down at me, his fist moving to his mouth where he bit down on his knuckle. A painful groan emanated deep in his chest as he stuck his free hand in his undone jeans and stroked himself. My eyes followed his hand under the fabric of his black boxers.

  Landon stood up and ripped his shirt off, removing his jeans before dropping back between my legs. He pushed my knees open and started placing kisses at my knee, moving slowly towards my lacy panties. I kept my eyes on Logan as he removed his hand from fisting his large cock to pulling his shirt off. Holy fuck, they’re both perfect. Tan skin dipped and cut in muscled pecs and a six pack, a thin, dark trail of hair descended into his boxers. A pair of silver barbell studs struck through his nipples caught my attention before my eyes fell shut, back arching when Landon’s hot tongue dragged along the edge of my panties.

  “Please,” I pleaded in a breathy moan when he continued to dance around where I craved his tongue. He nipped one more time, licking at the crest of my thigh where it met my pussy, pulling back just enough to talk.

  “Please what, lemon drop?” Landon asked, staring at me from between my thighs, his breath caressing my skin. His gaze burned with fiery desire, the black and red irises bleeding outward into the white of his eyes.

  “Please, I need it. I need you,” I begged. At my words, he hooked two fingers into my panties and pulled them off to the side. He ran his tongue up my slit and sucked hard on my clit. “Fuck Landon,” I cried out, the stars sparked behind my lids as I threw my head into the cushion. My hands went back into his hair holding him as he continued his fevered ministrations. Logan leaned over, his hand slipping behind my neck before he fisted my hair at the back of my head. Tugging hard enough to hurt in the best way, he k
issed me deeply. My orgasm slammed into me when Landon pumped in two fingers and curled them, focusing his tongue around my clit. When the waves of pleasure subsided, Landon sat back to slide my panties down my trembling legs.

  “Let’s go to one of the beds, there will be more room,” Landon reached out and help me to stand, my legs still weak after my orgasm. He grabbed the back of my thighs picking me up. I wound my legs around his narrow hips. I could feel my cum rubbing against his lower abs slickening the chiseled muscles. I kissed up his jaw to nibble on the soft spot under his ear while he walked into one of the bedrooms. He moaned low and deep, I could feel the vibrations of it against my swollen clit.

  Ripping off the comforter from the bed, Logan laid down, his erection tenting his boxers. I slid down Landon’s hips and placed my bare feet on the carpeted floor. I turned away from him and pushed my ass against his rigid cock.

  “Careful, Lucie, I’m barely holding on right now, and my brother hasn’t gotten a chance to taste you,” he whispered in my ear as his arm wrapped around my hips to still me. Well, they definitely weren’t lying when they said they were naughty.

  “Is that what you want, Logan? Or would you prefer something else?” My voice was uneven and husky with desire. His eyebrow raised at me, lips curving up at my question.

  “As long as I get a chance to taste you at some point, the decision is yours, love.” I bit my lower lip as I told him to take off his boxers. While he did, Landon moved to the office chair and leaned back, his hand making its way below the band of his underwear to wrap around his stiff cock. His empty hand was curled in a fist resting in front of his mouth propped on the arm of the chair, his knuckle between his teeth. I winked at him before I turned towards to Logan. Crawling up the bed slowly, I straddled his hips and ground my pussy down on to his impressive length before I leaned forward. The heat from his chest was inviting, drawing me closer until I was able to bite his pec, causing his fingers to dig into my thighs.

  “How badly do you want this?” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. Whatever had taken over, banishing the shy, insecure girl I was usually leaving this sexually confident woman in its wake, I was thankful. Feeling empowered, intoxicated on the rush of power, control, and desire that continued to flood through me.

  “I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you in that auditorium,” he moaned out as I slid my wet pussy against his cock. That long? The admission fueled me forward.

  “Good.” I sat back up and braced my hands on his chest, lifting up just enough to feel the head of his cock against my entrance. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he watched me, his half-lidded gaze made more intense by the red burning through the obsidian pool. Before I slid down, I glanced over to Landon who was watching us with rapt attention making my pussy throb. This is just what I needed.

  Bearing down, I sank onto him, his cock stretched me to the point of near pain. My breath caught at the torturous pace I chose to take him at. When he was buried fully inside me, we moaned in unison. My head fell back as I rocked against him, raising and lowering myself slightly, his cock hitting me in just the right spot. I tried to keep a steady, leisurely pace to draw out the pleasure, but he felt too good. The flood of ecstasy in my system ratcheted my heart rate, pushing me to ride faster, harder.

  As I was nearing that glorious edge, the bed dipped behind me, hands reaching around to cup my breasts. Landon pressed his lips to the sensitive spot below my ear as his cock nestled against my ass. My moans echoed against the walls while Logan’s heavy breathing increased the harder I rode him. Landon’s hand went down my stomach to rub my clit. I fell over the edge into an orgasm hard and fast. Shattering waves swept over me as I screamed out, my vision dimming as my rhythm faltered. Riding the aftershock, Logan continued to thrust into me. My name rolling off his tongue as he pushed in, holding me in place as he came deep inside of me. When he stopped thrusting, he wrapped his arms around me and flipped us, so I was laying on the dark silk sheets. He kissed me hard before pulling out and taking a seat in the office chair leaving Landon to move in above me.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Landon’s chest pressed against my breasts while his hands moved to either side of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I felt him at my entrance. Before I could take another breath, he slammed inside, tearing a scream from my throat, sliding almost all the way out before doing it again. “Do you have any idea how badly we’ve wanted you? How many times we’ve thought about this exact moment? We fucking adore you, Lucie.” His heartfelt words were accentuated by each relentless thrust. I couldn’t allow myself to get into the emotional aspect of this right now. With everything that had been happening and all of my confusion over each of the guys, opening up to that would destroy the connection we’ve created at this moment. So instead, I resorted to what I hoped would distract him from the beautiful things he was saying, dirty talk.

  “God, Landon yes, harder,” I ground out, my nails ripped down his back. He bit my lip as he pounded into me harder, the sound of skin against skin and frantic moans filled the air. I felt my orgasm built slowly, wrapping around from my lower back before reaching a painful level. Biting Landon’s chest, I dropped my fingers to my clit, rubbing in time to his thrusts.

  “Cum for me, Lucie,” Landon bit out through clenched teeth nearing his own orgasm. After the command left his lips, I fell over that cliff bringing him with me. “Fuck me, lemon drop.” he dropped his forehead to my sweaty shoulder, our breathing ragged.

  “I believe I just did.” I chuckled as they both barked out a laugh. “Uh, not to make this weird or anything, but I’m on the pill.” Landon pulled his head off my shoulder and cringed.

  “Shit, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking about that,” Landon apologized as Logan left the room. He returned a moment later with two towels.

  “You don’t need to apologize, I didn’t really give you the chance to think.” I smiled at him as he slid out and sat back on his heels. “I just didn’t want to worry you guys.” Instead of handing me a towel, Logan leaned over and gave me a soft kiss as he cleaned me up. Why do they have to be so sweet? Their attentiveness had my head reeling.

  “Do you feel better now, love?” he asked, tossing the dirty towel in the hamper.

  “Much better.” Although, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this seemed like so much more than ‘making Lucie feel better’, the way they looked at me, the things they’d said. I was more confused than ever by what our relationship meant. “So, not to be that girl but are the guys going to be okay with… this?” I gestured between the three of us as I stood. Despite their initial protests, I was still worried about it. I was purposely ignoring the shyness that crept in, the urge to cover myself growing the longer I stood there.

  “Everything is going to be fine, lemon drop, promise. The guys are adults just like us, they’ll understand,” Landon reassured me. I nodded my head making my way back into the living room to pick up my haphazardly discarded clothing. I didn't know where this left us, or how it would affect my relationships with the other guys. With my head cleared of the lusty haze, I worried I may have messed everything up. They followed me from the bedroom, Logan came around to place his hand on my lower back. He must have caught on to where my thoughts were headed.

  “Don’t look so worried, love. Let’s just get dressed and head to Hudson’s yeah?”

  An hour later, I was propped between the twins, my back leaned into Logan with his arm around me and my legs situated over Landon’s lap. His hands were gently rubbing circles on my thigh and calf. Hudson was seated in the armchair to the right of Landon. With the angle I was sitting at, I had to look to my left to see the movie, or I’d be staring directly at Hudson. He was trying to play it off, but I noticed him frequently looking over at the three of us, frowning more severe each time. After what seemed like the ninth time he eyed us, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “What?” I asked the next time I caught him staring. He ripped his eyes away f
rom us, a blush bloomed on his honey cheeks.

  “Nothing,” he mumbled. I internally huffed at him. Just ignore it, he’s dating Brittney. We were on our second movie when there was a knock at the door, Hudson moved to answer it, Cam and Nik stood on the other side.

  “Hey, guys, babe.” Nik nodded in my direction, Grigori’s beady eyes focused on my face as he sat on Nik’s shoulder. “Getting new stuff for the competition went much faster than we anticipated, figured we would join in on the movie night. What are we watching?” He questioned moving into the armchair directly across from us.

  Hudson offered up his chair to Cam and sat on the floor in front of me. His head was leaning back against my left hip. That fear of having messed up by sleeping with the twins echoed through me, but again, he was dating Brittney, and my rendezvous with Logan and Landon wasn’t exclusive. So did that make all of this friendly? God, I suck at people. Shake it off, the twins are right, we’re all adults. I started running my fingers through his hair for something to do, mentally cursing myself for how I was feeling. I absently noted that his hair was indeed as silky as it looked.

  “We’re having a Marvel movie marathon, so we started with Iron Man, now we’re on Iron Man 2,” Logan supplied. Nik and Cam nodded their heads turning back towards the movie. We were all focused on the ending when the sound of jingling keys and muffled talking echoed outside. Everyone looked over at the door, waiting to see what was going on when the lock clicked open and Dante came stumbling in with Khloe latched onto him. Her hands were wound in his hair while his were on her hips.

  A surge of jealousy speared through me. Stop! I internally yelled at myself to knock it off. He can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants. Don’t be a hypocrite, you just fucked two of his friends at the same time not five hours ago. That dose of logic pushed the jealousy down but didn’t get rid of it altogether. Dante realized they weren’t alone and jumped away from Khloe when he saw that all of his friends had been watching him go at it.