by Shyla Colt
“Yeah I suppose, why?”
“Might want to do that so she’s not reminded…”
“Ahh gotcha. Now I’m feeling like an asshole.”
“Come on. Let me show you the ropes. Give you a crash course on game.” Carey walked over and slung an arm around his neck.
“Ouch. Don’t mince words.”
“You’ve been out of the loop for a while. It’s understandable. Besides, I was always better with the ladies.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“And there’s the ego I remember so well,” Clark mumbled.
“Shut up… and follow my lead.”
“Ass.”
Carey chuckled at his brother’s scowl. “Don’t worry, bringing you into the twentieth century will be painless, I promise. You’ve got the whole hipster, emo thing going. We’ll work with that.” He patted him on his back and guided him to the closet.
Chapter Nine
Shell-shocked, Savannah sat in truck wedged between Carey and Clark in the front seat. When Carey opened the door to the apartment, revealing them both, the wind had been let out of her sail. Clark looked gorgeous in a pair of faded denim jeans that highlighted his killer ass and a soft black T-shirt, and black sneakers. Seeing Carey beside him in a similar outfit made her pussy weep.
A strange tension she didn’t understand filled the cab. Clark wasn’t mad. The arm he’d wrapped around her waist conveyed that. Carey drove with his hand on her upper thigh. Warm and aroused, she worried her lower lip between her teeth. They were silent. The rock music turned on low became the background.
“You’re really quiet, Vannah. It’s not like you.” Clark brought his fingers up to twine in her hair. His cool fingers brushed her neck, and she jerked.
“Jumpy?” Carey squeezed her thigh, sliding his hand up to the area where upper thigh met pelvis. Digging his fingers in the crease, he traced up and down. Her breath stuttered.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Relax, Vannah. Let us take care of you.” Clark’s lips brushed her ear.
Us! Her chest heaved. “I- I don’t—”
“Don’t think, just feel.” Clark brought a hand up to cup her breast and she gasped.
“We decided it was time to get the Three Musketeers back together again for an adult reunion.” Carey brushed her pussy with his knuckles, and she hissed.
“She already soaked through her jeans, Clark. I think she wants us.”
Clark spread her legs wider and his hand joined his brothers. The feel of his cool fingers beside Carey’s sent pleasure rocketing through her body. Her breath hitched. Her hands moved down to grip their legs.
“Are you going to let us fill you up? Take you every way possible, and make you ours?” Clark’s whispered words were impossible to refuse.
“Yes.”
“That’s our girl.” Carey circled her clit through her pants. She squirmed in her seat.
“I think she needs a little relief, Clark.”
“H-here!” The chance of being seen thrilled her.
“Anywhere and everywhere.” Clark unbuttoned the top of her pants and worked his way down the front of her underwear. His fingers hit her heated core like a cool breeze.
“Oh.”
“You’re so hot and we,t Vannah.” Parting her lips, he found her stiff clit. “I used to daydream about touching you like this, watching you come apart for me.” He circled faster. Her head fell back against the seat.
“Make her come on your fingers, Clark.” The sensual purr of Carey’s voice made her groan.
“Those sounds are music to my ear,s baby.” Clark’s fingers moved from her clit and sank inside.
“Clark!” She jerked, lifting her hips off the bench.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers.” He curled his digits, brushing a spot that made her see stars.
“Oh! God, yes!” He hit the spot over and over again. She pressed her feet against the floor, arching her back as she rode his long fingers harder. Her pussy quivered and she clamped down on his digits, screaming as she exploded. He continued to piston through her orgasm taking her higher then she’d ever flown before. A few moments later, breathing hard, she turned to watch Clark suck her flavor off his fingers.
“Mmhmm, you taste like heaven. I can’t wait to eat that tight little pussy.”
“First I think I need to return the favor.” She opened his jeans with dexterous fingers, freeing him from his boxer briefs. Two thin veins ran on either side of his swollen length. The angry red, mushroomed tip yielded a translucent drop of moisture. She scooped up the pearl with her tongue, savoring the tangy flavor.
“Take him in your mouth, Vannah. I want to see you swallow his hot come.”
Taking him into her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks and opened her throat to accept him. “Shit!” Clark buried his fingers in her hair, surging up. Using her other hand to massage his balls, she closed her eyes, basking in the intimacy stolen from a time that had never been.
He brushed the back of her throat. She gagged, opening her throat farther. Bobbing up and down she stroked his cock, twisting her hand. Her pussy flooded with fresh liquid. His grunts and moan made her core throb. As he fucked her mouth she imagined how good he’d feel inside her. Carey reached around her waist and entered her underwear. When had the car come to a halt? Carey fingers brushed her clit and she moaned.
“I’m going to come!”Clark let out a roar and painted her throat. Swallowing everything, she bucked against Carey’s questing fingers. It wasn’t long before she reached her pinnacle. Removing her mouth from Clark, she screamed. She rested her head in Clark’s lap as she tried to get her breath.
“Welcome to the cabin. I had the caretaker swing by earlier and air the place out.” Carey placed a kiss on her shoulder. Helped her sit up and pulled her body against him. The heat from his body seeped into hers. She relaxed against him, limp and pliant.
“Did we wear you out?” Clark asked.
“Hell, no.” I want much more than that from my boys.
“Good, because we’ve both got a lot to give.” Clark’s voice was husky and his face a thing of beauty. Passion-glassed eyes and a large smile turned back the hands of time. He looked alive and vibrant. It was exactly the way she wanted to remember him.
“How about we take this inside?” Carey said.
“Sounds good to me. Race you.” Clark disappeared, and she burst into laughter.
“Smart ass.” Carey mumbled. They left the car. He paused outside the door, holding her hand. “I want you to know this isn’t a one-weekend thing, Savannah.”
“What do you mean? Clark won’t be here indefinitely.” Confused, she frowned.
“No, but we will. We’d be fools to give up what we found, regardless of how bad the timing was.”
“Carey.” I did not see this coming.
“No. It’s time to stop running.”
“You’re right.” She sighed. “If I saw you with another woman I’d want to beat both your asses. I don’t know how this happened but it did and I don’t want to let it go. But I can’t figure out the logistics and work this case.”
“I know. This weekend is about the three of us. The case isn’t allowed. We’ll place it on the backburner during the day. Your nights are mine now, exclusively.”
The possession in his eyes branded her. Is he serious?
“What do you mean?” She goaded him further.
“When we get back to town you pack your things up and move in with Clark and me in my place.”
“Yes.” It was a no-brainer.
“With that settled, let’s go inside before Clark pops back out here to see what’s taking us so long.”
He hooked her waist and led her inside the modern version of a log cabin. The pine interior was decorated with family pictures and eclectic artwork his parents had collected over the years. If the place had a theme it’d be homey hodgepodge. That’s what happened when you had an artist for a mother.
“She agreed?”
Clark leaned forward on the hunter green couch.
Carey nodded.
“You’re ours now, Vannah. I hope you’re ready.”
***
Clark’s words made Carey’s dick twitch. Ours. They’d called Vannah their girl for as long as he could remember, but this was a completely different take. His brother stood from the couch.
“I’ve waited too long. I can’t wait anymore. Bedroom now.” The commanding tone made Carey smile with pride. His brother was coming into his own. He’d been cut down before his prime, but he could at least gain this back.
Beside him, Savannah purred. “Yes, Sir.”
“Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be there in shortly.” Clark met his gaze over her shoulder.
“I like this side of you, Clark. I’ll be waiting, don’t take too long. I might start without you.” Putting extra sway in her step, she disappeared down the hallway.
“You ready to get the bag?” Clark asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I knew his mode of transportation would come in handy.
A quick trip to the local naughty store had gotten them everything they’d need.
Clark reappeared, black bag in his hand. “Ready, bro?”
“Oh yeah.”
They walked into the room that’d always been theirs growing up. She’d pushed their twin beds together, turned down the covers, and splayed her beautiful body across the center. Stripped bare, she dipped her fingers into her glistening pussy.
“You weren’t kidding about starting without us. Spread those legs wider. I want to taste you.” Clark ran a hand down her thigh, gently rubbing as she complied. Moving back, he shed his clothes.
“She’s addictive.” Following his brother’s lead, Carey stripped and moved to the side of the room to set their things on the side table. When he turned back, Clark had his face buried between her thighs. She clutched at his hair, mouth open, and eyes at half mast.
Eager to join the fun, Carey sank onto the bed beside her and slid his hand down her body to join his brother’s mouth. He pinched her clit. Her body bucked.
“Oh God!”
“Are you going to come for us? Spill into his mouth so he can drink down that delicious nectar.”
“Yes!”
“Fuck her with your tongue, Clark. Get her ready for our cocks.”
Holding her body down with his arms, Clark complied.
“Oh, oh!” Tension stiffened her muscles. Her legs locked around Clark’s hips, and she toppled over the edge. Clark slurped her down and pulled back, bringing his finger to his mouth.
His brother lifted his head and they shared an unspoken message. Playtime is over. Rising from the bed, Carey went to the bathroom with items he picked from up from the nightstand, and turned on the shower.
Right now Clark was taking the lead. He deserved it considering how long he waited.
They’d clean her. Get her ready to take both of them, and claim her together. He looked up a few minutes later as Clark walked in with a content Vannah in his arms.
“Are you ready to get cleaned, baby?” Carey asked.
“Mmmhmm.”
Carey stepped into the shower first, and Clark placed her inside too, facing her away from him. Her warm body rested against Carey, a welcome weight he supported. He kissed her neck.
“Having fun?” Carey asked.
“Yes.” The contented whisper made his heart swell. This is going to work.
He kneaded her breast, capturing her lips in a kiss as he made love to her mouth. Their tongues touched, gliding together in slow, rhythmic moves he felt straight down to his cock. Clark stepped inside the shower, opened the rosewater bath gel, and squirted some into his hands. Soaping down her front, Clark paid attention to the curves of her body. Her muscles jumped and Clark continued his massage. Carey wrapped an arm around her belly to keep her stable.
“That feel’s amazing.” She rested her head against him, surrendering herself to their care.
“I’m glad you like it. Time to rinse off.” Clark stepped back, allowing the water to bead down and rinse away the suds. “Now turn around baby.”
Carey helped her get into position and flicked his tongue across her lips. The playful gesture earned him a lazy smile. Her eyes fluttered open.
“You’re clean baby. Time to get out,” Clark whispered.
Her body tensed and uncertainty flickered in the depths of her eyes.
“Don’t be nervous. We’ll go slow. Has anyone ever fucked that luscious ass of yours?”Carey asked.
“N-No.”
“Good. I like the thought of being your first.” He slid his hand down between them and circled her entrance with his finger. “Relax baby. We’re going to make it good for you.” He pushed inside, savoring her gasp and the tight grip her muscles had. Meeting Clark’s gaze over his shoulder he nodded. His brother knelt down and explored her rosebud with his tongue.
“Oh!”
“No part will be left untouched tonight, Vannah. Do you like how his tongue feels?”
“Y-yes.”
Her eyes grew fever bright. He continued to work her from the front, thrusting inside her slick passage as Clark readied her ass. When she began to thrust back against Clark, he knew she was prepared.
“Are you ready to feel just the tip of his finger inside you?”
“Mmhmm.” She whimpered. “Ohhh.” Her breathy response made him pound her pussy harder, wishing it was his dick.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m doing to press inside you now… relax, don’t tense.”
Carey nipped her bottom lip. “We won’t hurt you, baby, let him in, relax.” He hooked his finger, and her mouth opened in a silent cry.
“Now Clark.” He could feel his brother push in farther, sliding his finger halfway in and out.
“Do you feel us moving inside you, baby?” Clark asked.
“God yes, I’m so full.”
They worked out a rhythm alternating in and out. Her breath came in huffy pants.
“I’m going to add another finger. Stretch out this tight little bud of yours,” Clark said.
A deep guttural moan erupted. Her Pussy spasmed, locking him in a vise grip. Her body convulsed. A hot gush flowed down, dripping onto his fingers and his wrist. His cock strained against her belly. Ready to sink deep into her and find his release, he groaned.
“You ready to burn with us one more time?” Carey nibbled her ear lobe and she groaned.
“Yes.”
“Let’s get you out then.” He nodded to Clark who stepped out first, dried himself off, and grabbed a new towel to welcome Vannah with. Patting swiftly, they stumbled down the hall. Kissing and caressing, they rekindled the flames of desire that ran rampant between them. Inside the bedroom Clark fell back onto the bed with her on his chest.
Clambering up his body, she straddled him. “I want to feel you inside me, Clark. No more teasing.” She rubbed her pussy against Clark’s dick, and he moaned.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Vannah.” Clark’s voice shook. “Put me where you want me.”
She gripped his base and guided him home, sinking down. Connecting their lips, she rode Clark slow. Her plump ass bounced, beckoning Carey. He took the lube off the nightstand and coated his fingers. Circling her star, he spread the lube and slid in knuckle deep. She moaned. Clark’s hands came up to grasp her hip, keeping their pace as Carey worked deeper inside. Dripping more of the lube down the crease of her ass, he set a gentle rhythm.
“You ready for another finger, baby?” Carey asked. “Take him in your ass. Fuck him like you’re fucking me.” Clark’s whispered words made him grunt. She whimpered, nodding. He added a second finger, stretching her, scissoring, pulling out and pushing in.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” Clark warned.
“You ready to take us both inside you, baby?” Carey kissed her shoulder and placed his tip inside.
“Shit, you’re even tight
er here.” Carey clenched his jaw. “Relax, open up.” Her ass was exquisite. Tighter than anything he’d ever felt before.
“Oh!”
Clark hit a spot that made her arch, and Carey thrust home. He could feel his brother on the other side of the thin membrane that separated them.
“You’re doing so good, Vannah.” Carey purred. Clark pushed in and Carey pulled out, forming a rhythm. He clutched her hips, increasing his speed to counter Clark’s. Sweat beaded on her skin and he bent to lick it off.
“Shit. I’m going to come!” Clark roared.
“Yes, come inside my pussy! I want you to fill me.”
Her muscles quivered and Carey grunted, clutched her hair and rode her harder. Skin smacked skin. She released a guttural scream as she came. He exploded in response. Filled her with a steady stream of liquid that dripped down to coat them. His heart pounded against his chest. He placed kisses on her back, catching his breath before he eased out and collapsed beside her on to the bed. Slumped against Clark, she lifted her head to meet his gaze.
“Why the fuck didn’t we do this earlier?”
Laughter erupted in the room.
“I don’t know but I plan on making up for lost time.” Clark captured her lips and she moaned. His cock twitched to life. And it begins again.
Chapter TenFloating on her back she enjoyed the cool water and private location. Here they didn’t have to worry about anyone they knew stumbling on them and freaking out. The cool water was an amazing distraction from the ninety-degree weather. The sky was a bright blue full of plump clouds. It was as if God itself had handed them the perfect day.
It made her weary for what was to come next. The thought had no place in their weekend so she locked it away in the back of her mind. A shadow moved over her and she opened her eyes. Clark stood nearby, a mischievous expression on his face.
“Don’t you—” The rest of the words were lost to the water that covered her head. She swam up, sputtering. Clark stood a few feet away, chuckling.
“Oh , you are so going to get it.”
“I hope so.” Desire and the sun turned his eyes into semi-precious gems. She licked her lips, unable to stay mad when her pussy ached. He moved closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. She ate at his mouth, pressing her body to his as she drank him in, hungry for every morsel she could gather. Burying her fingers in his hair, she tilted her head this way and that, wanting more connection and a better taste.
