He nuzzled Haidee’s taut belly and found his way to her clit. He licked her, starting softly because he’d seen she’d had a pretty good workout. She was game, though, moaning in pleasure as he stimulated her. She started rocking restlessly, like she needed more, and moved her hand to his head.
Damned if he’d be the one to hold back. With his left hand, he grasped her foot and lifted it, raising her knee and opening her up. He could see, then, Vash’s cock moving in and out of her ass, making her sweet little pussy gape in need.
That was how he saw it anyway, and it was fucking hot.
He took three fingers and thrust them in. He fucked her good with them a few times as he watched then kept it up as he leaned in again to suck on her clit.
She was totally hot then, in a way he could hardly believe, having seen her scream out a wild orgasm just a few minutes earlier. Apparently, the Vanchenko brothers had found themselves a wild sex fiend. Bucking in pleasure, she rocked onto that cock in her ass like she wanted more—like she needed it.
He was not going to deny her. He stood up, grabbed her head for a brutal kiss, tongue-fucking her deep. He’d kept his grasp on her ankle and had her widely open now. Using his hold in her hair, he glanced at Vash and then watched her face as he brought the head of his cock to her cunt.
Pressing in a bit, distending her hard around his girth, he waited as her breath shuddered. She bravely met his gaze, but he knew it was going to be a fucking stretch for her to accommodate both of them. Her breath was rasping out, her body tense, and he had his doubts about it. But Vashi reached around to finger her clit and slid a hand up to toy with one nipple.
“Ahhh.” She shuddered but kept her gaze on Lev’s as she moaned. Her breath ratcheted out, a screechy kind of wail, as he pushed himself into her. It was a freaking tight fit, but she took it. She grasped his shoulder and fucking lifted her other leg to wrap around his waist.
“Jesus.” Vashi and Lev said it together. Lev could only assume that Vash was feeling the same thing he was, which was an excitement so acute, it threated to blow the top of his fucking head off.
“Fuck,” he said. Her cunt was so tight, so hot and tight, clenching around him, like nothing he’d ever felt. And he knew Vash was there, through that thin wall of her pussy, feeling the same in-fucking-credible squeeze in her ass. A shudder rocked through him. One time, he drew back and then fucked into her. Just that, and he was a goner.
* * * *
Haidee couldn’t believe what she was doing. She’d had that moment of delirium, when Vashi had released one wrist and she’d felt his hands on her breasts, his lips finding hers.
But then she’d realized it wasn’t Vashi she was feeling—not his hands, not his lips. He was still there, keeping his wicked and astonishingly erotic stake in her ass, but it was someone else’s hands and lips on her. Barely cognizant after that crushing orgasm, she had to work to open her eyes, to process, to take in that it was…Lev.
It all mixed up in her mind. That moment on the jet when she’d mistaken Vashi for Lev, his presence now when Vashi was wildly fucking her, like nothing she’d ever imagined.
Somehow, it seemed right that Lev was there, or all right, in any case. And it seemed right, too, well, spectacular, when he kissed her and stroked her breasts, when he went down on his knees and sucked her clit and thrust his fingers into her. If she just stopped thinking…
And she did. She stopped thinking and let those two beautiful, incredibly sexual men have her. She let them drive her up—mouths on hers, hands on her tits, cock and fingers inside her, tongue and lips on her clit. Then Lev stood, gathered her attention onto him, and worked his cock into her cunt.
It should have been impossible. Vashi was so huge, had her filled so full in…in her ass, like it was normal that he should have her in that crude, somewhat vulgar way. She almost laughed, almost scoffed, when Lev stood and pushed at her like his cock should fit, too. His also very big cock.
But Vashi remembered his Haidee-manual, and with his ridiculously knowing skill, used his hands to distract her, to make her want—want and need and demand that other cock.
Impossibly, Lev slid into her. Impossibly, she wanted it, wanted all of him. He still held her one leg, and she lifted the other very, very willingly to wrap it around him and keep him securely in place. He shuddered in pleasure, and Vashi groaned as they both thrust into her. She had their mouths taking hers, first one of them, then the other. She had their hands everywhere, chafing her breasts and torturing her nipples, rubbing her clit, squeezing her ass. And all the time they were fucking her, those two big cocks, stretching her, filling her, slamming in.
She had only the one hand free, but she used it. She clasped Lev’s head and brought him to her mouth. Then she reached back to grasp Vashi’s hair and pull him to her. Alternately, they fucked her mouth with their tongues, and she fucked back.
It was unholy. It was surely sinful, and totally beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
They seemed to think so, too. She heard their words, like they were coming from a distance. Fucking incredible. Better than anything…ever. So hot. So tight. So fucking…
Haidee rocked wildly between them, yearning, seeking, demanding more of one cock, then the other. She held Lev’s head to her when he drew one nipple hard into his mouth. She threw her head back onto Vashi’s shoulder, reveling as he sucked a wicked, erotic bruise onto her neck.
And she cried out, wailing her orgasm, spasming and convulsing in rampant ecstasy. They were with her, both of them, shoving into her hard, thrusting like they were possessed, growling and gutturally howling out their orgasms. Roaring them. Their hands and mouths clenched onto her, wherever they were.
Like a tsunami. Like a wrath-of-God, almighty force of nature, they came. All three of them.
And Haidee came apart. Somehow, her bound hand was released. Somehow, both men exited her body. She was on her feet again, but held up by the lax support of the two men, because her legs were like noodles. Her head dropped onto Lev’s heaving chest. He held her shoulders and Vashi gripped her hips. Or, maybe it was the other way around.
Their breath—all three of them—rushed in her ears. It took a while to clear. A while until she made sense of the words she heard.
“Vashi. Goddammit. Lev.” And then softer, gently, and, maybe sorrowfully—“Haidee.”
Of course. It had to be. Danya.
* * * *
Danny was almost prepared for what he would see. He’d pulled into the garage on his bike, by the skin of his teeth beating the next round of slashing rain. He’d seen by their vehicles that Vashi and Lev were both home, and, by the beaded bag in the kitchen, that they had Haidee with them. He was more than a bit disgruntled by that.
He wasn’t quite the idiot his brothers thought he was. He knew about the specialized equipment Vash kept hidden behind his closet doors. Even the fact that Lev sometimes joined Vash in his lush bedroom hadn’t gotten by him. Danny knew the two men shared women down there on occasion, even shared one woman. He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d spied on them once, years ago, circling around to the back of the house and peeking through Vashi’s open windows.
He’d seen them going at it—one woman, both their big cocks. The woman was like a bitch in heat, happy with all of it, begging for more. His brothers had worked in sync, pounding into her and having a mighty fine time of it. Danny had kept the hot view of it in his mind as he’d crept back to his room and taken care of his own boner in the shower.
So he’d pretty much known what to expect when he opened the door, but this was different. This was Haidee. His Haidee. He’d kind of thought he’d already claimed her.
It wasn’t easy, then, to accept what he saw. He swore at his brothers and kind of moaned out Haidee’s name.
They all needed a few breaths to collect themselves. But Haidee stiffened, and he guessed she knew that he—Danya—would be there looking at her when she turned her head. She glanced over at him then dropped her h
ead again, covering her face with her hands. In shame.
Keeping her head down and one hand over her mouth, she side-stepped away from Vash and Lev. Her hair slid along her face, hiding her expression. She scampered over to the bed and picked up her scattered clothes. Holding them bunched in front of her, she approached the door.
There, she was blocked by Danny’s body. She backed up a step when he reached a hand out to her, and she wouldn’t look up to meet his gaze. Misery shimmered off her very lovely body—she almost shook with it. Granting mercy, he stepped aside to let her pass. He spoke to her as she went. “Wait for me upstairs.”— But she didn’t acknowledge him.
Danny couldn’t resist watching her go up the stairs. When she disappeared he was still longing for her. And when he turned to face his brothers, he was still seething with anger.
The three of them were a physical bunch. They all trained, and, in the work-out room that made up the rest of the basement, they had a sparring mat. It wasn’t all that unusual for any two of them to be facing each other with fists raised.
But they were careful to never do it in anger or when they were aroused in any other way. They were dangerous men and, ever since Vash had broken Lev’s nose when the two were twelve and eleven, the three had fought seriously side-by-side but never against each other. Danya was contemplating it now. Vash and Lev were heavier than he was, stronger, but he was quick. He could get at least a couple good blows in before they demolished him.
It wasn’t easy, though, to throw the first punch when the two of them were naked. When they’d nearly collapsed over Haidee in the extremity of their pleasure. When they stood there all fagged out, their dicks hanging down in repletion and, in Lev’s case, anyway, still half-covered by a spent condom.
With significant effort, Danny stood down. He loosened his fists and came down off the balls of his feet. He could tame the anger but not the disgust. “What the fuck are you thinking? Goddammit, Vash. You’re going to see her again. You’ll be flying with her. She’s not one of your brainless skanks.”
Vash lifted a shoulder, not denying that this was on him. Appearing to care not in the least that he was naked, he took a couple steps to toss the condom that was dangling from his fingers into the trash. “She had a bad moment. Some guy…Kyle? His wife is preggers.”
Danya sighed and then nodded. “She was involved with him. She didn’t know he was married.”
“So I offered her a shot and…”
“A revenge fuck.” He was a little embarrassed he’d used that lame line himself. “Goddammit. You got her drunk and then did this?” He halted a gesture that might have included two fucked-out dicks.
But Vash bristled, as he would. “Just a shot. She wasn’t drunk.” They were all pretty careful about that. And it was true none of them really needed to get a woman drunk to get her in the sack. “I just brought her here and, well, she kind of lit up. Then Lev came…”
Lev had at least had the decency to pull a pair of Vash’s boxers out of a drawer and put them on. “She was with me on that rescue up Granite Peak last week. She was really impressive up there. I liked her. I’ve been looking for her. Then I got home and Vash had her down here…” He shrugged. Like, what else could Danny expect?
“She’s…” Danny sighed. He really couldn’t claim her as his, though he fucking wanted to. “I met her on the Denver run. We made a date when I got back, but I had to break it. I’m…”
Vashi cursed and stood with his hands on his hips. He rolled his eyes and looked at Lev. “He thinks he’s in love with her.”
Lev spoke back as though Danya wasn’t even there. “The kid falls in love every other month.”
Danya took a step into the room, and they all three stilled. A long, dangerous moment held. Vashi broke it when he bent to pick up his jeans and slowly, deliberately tugged them on. When he was all fastened up, he looked at Danya. “I like her, too,” he said. “I don’t think I’m done with her.”
Lev and Danya exchanged a look of surprise. “You’re always done, Vash,” Danya said. “One and done. That’s you.”
Vash stood like he was claiming his ground, his hard muscled body erect. After another long silence, Lev spoke. “I don’t think I’m done, either.”
“Shit.” They all three looked at each other. The Vanchenko brothers were never stumped. And they always stood together.
Finally, Vashi spoke, his gaze on Danya. “You going after her?”
Maybe there was a little concession, a little peace offering in the question. Still uncertain of his footing, Danya nodded.
Vash gestured in the direction of his bed. “Take her shoes. Her car’s in the hospital parking lot.”
Chapter Five
When Danya got upstairs to the kitchen, Haidee and her little beaded bag were gone, though she’d forgotten her overnight bag. He looked out the window to the driveway and saw nothing but slashing down rain. With a curse, he went to the garage, tossed her clogs onto the front seat of his Wrangler and her bag into the back, and fired it up. Backing out, he headed down the hill. He caught her in his headlights not a hundred yards along the road.
She was hunched forward, her bare arms wrapped around herself, her wet hair hanging, hiding her face. He put the passenger window down and pulled alongside her.
She kept moving.
“Haidee,” he said, following along. “Get in.”
She kept walking like she hadn’t heard.
“I’ve got your shoes.”
Her bare feet couldn’t be happy. There was no sidewalk, and the rain always brought sand and stones and shit over the narrow pavement. Still, she ignored him.
In frustration, he pulled ahead of her, then cut her off, angling the Jeep across the edge of the road. She stopped about a foot before she walked into his door. She stood there, shivering nearly to the point of shaking, her head still hanging down.
“Get in here, Haidee. Or I’m getting out to haul you in.”
She lifted her head but only looked stonily forward. Then she turned and circled behind, and he realized she was about to maneuver around him and keep going.
He shoved open his door and climbed out in time to head her off.
She was a feisty thing. When he blocked her way, she put out a hand and pushed off his chest.
He wasn’t one to manhandle a woman, but the moment called for extreme measures. He stayed in front of her, half backpedaling. “I’m going to stop you, Haidee.”
“No!” She nearly yelled with it, making herself heard above the rain. “Leave me alone!”
“I can’t do that, Haid.”
He had her cornered against the far side of the road. If she took another step, she’d either collide into him or sink in the muddy sand of the Rims. There was cactus in there—yucca and prickly pear and crap—so he was going to have to stop her from that.
She halted, taking a couple heaving breaths. He felt a bit sorry for her—he wouldn’t like it one bit, being outgunned by simple muscle and bulk. He’d had a lifetime of it with his two older brothers and could remember the glory of it when he finally grew enough to meet them eye-to-eye.
But she was riled and, like he had when he was a kid, exhibited more stubbornness than sense. She lifted a foot to step off the road. No choice but to stop her, he grabbed for her.
In a pretty good defensive move, she deflected his arm. They tussled for a minute, but he was determined to keep her out of the mud and, in the end, it was really no match.
Even so, she flailed at him a bit, and, by the time he had her tucked into his chest, she was sobbing in defeat. It was still a warm night, and they were about as wet as they were going to get, so he just held her until both her energy and the rainstorm worked themselves out.
It quieted enough that, when she spoke into his wet T-shirt, he could hear her.
“I can’t believe I did that. I’ve never…”
He soothed her, stroking her arms, her back. “I know, Haidee.”
“It was so stupid. Just
throwing stupid after stupid.” She bumped her forehead into his shoulder then lifted up, looking not at him but over his shoulder. “I’m stupid.”
He almost laughed. She’d actually taken a bite of his shirt and was gnashing at it, much like he had done as a kid. “You’re not stupid, Haidee.” He wanted to call her sweetheart, or baby, but he had the feeling that wouldn’t go over well now. “You were just working off your hurt.”
She shook her head, pulling at his shirt with the grip she still had on it. She must have realized what she was doing and kind of set it back, smoothing it a little over his shoulder with her mouth. That was an action that went straight to his dick, but he did his best to ignore it.
“I’m sorry, Danny. I know…I mean, I think…”
He slid one hand into her wet hair and kissed her temple. “You thought I was interested in you. You were right. You know I wanted to see you again.”
She shook her head. “Well. I’m sure you’ve changed your mind now. I’ll take my shoes and I’ll just…” She petered out, and he had to like that she dropped her head into his shoulder again.
“Come on,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
He tried gently nudging her to the Jeep, but she didn’t move. “I had no idea you were brothers. I just thought…” She shook her head again. “I can’t believe I did that.”
She’d kind of lost her fight, so he took matters into his own hands, into his own arms. He hooked her under the knees and swung her up against his chest. Carrying her around to the passenger side, he managed to prop a foot on the running board and hold her in place with his knee under her ass while he opened the door and tossed her shoes to the floor. Then he slid her in and, since she was looking pretty out of it, reached across to buckle her up.
He looked at her, but she had her head turned away and wasn’t engaging. “Tell me where you live,” he said.
Defeated, she mumbled out an address without even arguing to be taken to her car instead. He was surprised at the location until he got her there. It was a fancy area, nice old homes belonging to lawyers and doctors, near the lovely expanse of Pioneer Park. In this case, there was a little apartment carved out to one side and the back. As he followed her around to it—again, she was passive, unresisting as he let her out and stayed tight on her six—he saw she had her own little terraced garden and pretty entrance.
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