by Vanessa Vale
Ethan arched a dark brow, reached out and tugged up the hem of the tank top until I had to lift my arms overhead so he could take it off.
They each cupped one of my breasts in their palms. Matt grunted and Ethan groaned.
“They are bigger,” Matt murmured. He dropped to his knees and took a nipple into his mouth, sucked on it gently.
I cried out and my eyes fell closed in instant pleasure. They had been sore and the nipples were definitely more sensitive than usual. And with Matt’s mouth on me? Oh yes.
I felt a second mouth on my other nipple and realized Ethan bent at the waist and laved.
I tangled my fingers in their hair, tugged them closer.
I bit my lip to stifle all the sounds I was making. I couldn’t help it. They knew just what to do to get me off. Their hands began to roam and when one of them cupped my pussy, my knees buckled.
I was swept up into Ethan’s arms and placed on the bed. They began to strip and Ethan said, “We should spank you for torturing us all, but we’ll have to talk to the doctor first.” The words had me blushing.
“You will not,” I countered. “We are not asking the doctor if you can spank me.”
Matt was naked first and his cock was as gloriously thick and long as I remembered. “Oh yes, we are. I’m only going to curtail our play if it’s not safe for the baby and there’s no way I’m waiting nine months to put pink handprints on your gorgeous backside.”
Reaching out, he grabbed one ankle and flipped me onto my belly. I gasped, but when he placed his hand on my butt and gave it a squeeze, I moaned.
“I’ve heard pregnant women are horny. Is this true for you?” Matt asked, hooking a hand around my waist and tugging me up to my hands and knees.
Ethan moved to sit at the head of the bed. Naked, his cock stood proudly up from his body. I licked my lips at the sight. Why had I denied myself for so many days? I was horny. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was pregnant or not. It seemed I was insatiable around these two no matter what.
“It’s you two who make me horny,” I countered, wiggling my hips.
Matt’s fingers slid over my folds. “So wet,” he said. When he slipped two fingers into me, I arched my back. “Do you need to be fucked, baby?”
I nodded, bit my lip.
“We’ll take care of you,” Matt reassured me.
Ethan curled a finger. “Come over here and suck me off, sweetheart, while Matt fucks that perfect pussy.”
My mouth watered, eager for Ethan’s cock. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the tip and I crawled closer, flicked my tongue over it.
His hand curled in my hair and I felt powerful. The bed dipped behind me and Matt began to fuck me with his fingers. In, out, slow and careful.
I gripped the base of Ethan’s cock as I worked him in and out of my mouth. He was too big to take all the way, but the sounds he made proved he was more than happy with what I was doing.
But when Matt pulled his fingers from me, I lifted off Ethan’s cock and looked over my shoulder.
Matt’s gaze was heated, his jaw tense, his cock almost angry looking with its need. “I love you, Rachel Andrews.”
I watched as he shifted his hips, aligned himself and thrust deep. A hand went to my hip to hold me in place, but I wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, I pushed back to take him even deeper.
His eyes fell closed as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Just as before, it made me feel so damn powerful, that I could turn Matt completely brainless, that he could find perfect pleasure in my body, just as I did with him.
Ethan’s hands tugged on the long strands of my hair and I glanced up at him through my lashes. He was just as overcome. I opened my mouth and took him back inside, licked and swirled, sucked and flicked as Matt fucked me.
I was just where I wanted, between my two men. I loved this. I loved them.
When Matt’s thumb slipped over my back entrance, I startled. And when he used some of my juices to coat that still-virgin hole and press in, I groaned around Ethan’s cock.
“Shit, I’m going to come from that.” Ethan lifted me off of him.
Matt pulled out and I was suddenly empty.
“Um, guys...”
What were they doing? We weren’t done. I hadn’t come. No, they’d only worked me up to the point where I was ready to reach between my legs and do it for myself.
“You bring us together, Rachel. You make us a family. You make us a unit,” Ethan said.
“It’s time to take you together. To make you ours officially,” Matt added. His thumb was still pressing and circling into my ass.
I pushed up onto my hands and Matt pulled from me. My skin was damp with sweat, every nerve ending tingling and eager for them. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted more of them.
“Shit, I don’t have any lube,” Matt grumbled.
I sat back on my heels between them. They looked disappointed, yet determined.
“Like to do any baking, sweetheart?” Ethan asked.
I frowned, completely confused by his change of topic.
“Got any coconut oil in your cupboard?”
I nodded, more because I knew it was there than I knew why he was asking.
He hopped up, went into the kitchen stark naked. Before I could ask Matt what was going on, he pulled me to him for a kiss, one of his arms wrapping about my waist, the other cupping the back of my head.
His tongue met mine, drove me wild. “I’m so sorry, baby. I love you. I won’t leave you again. This baby, this life? It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but never knew I needed.”
Ethan came back in the room as I nodded my head. I believed Matt, believed in his commitment. His love.
Ethan moved behind me on the bed, showed me a small bowl with a white lump of coconut oil in it. “Bet you never thought you’d use it for this.”
He sat it on the bed out of the way, scooped some into his hand, rubbed his palms together so it melted and glistened before he slid his fingers between my thighs.
“Wider,” he said, the slick feel of the coconut oil coating my pussy.
He reached for more, did it again, then slid his fingers to coat my back entrance, then press in. Matt held me in his arms, lowered his head and kissed me again as Ethan began to work a finger into me, collecting more coconut oil as he went.
I groaned when the single digit slid in and out, fucking me as I knew his big cock would soon enough. I still kissed Matt as Ethan tended to me, but when he replaced one finger with two, I couldn’t continue. I was panting, adjusting to his gentle insistence.
Matt settled back on his heels and pulled me up so I was straddling him. “Down you go,” he said, slowly working me down and onto his cock. We were face to face, our bodies pressed together as I took him into me all the way. Ethan had stilled his two fingers inside of me as I settled onto Matt’s lap, his cock completely filling me.
But once I was settled, my thighs against Matt’s, Ethan began to move, working his fingers and fucking me there.
“Oh god,” I breathed.
It was intense. I stared at Matt, our eyes holding. He was watching me, taking in every one of my reactions. I lifted my hand, stroked over his face, his hair. “I…I love you.”
He grinned, then angled his hips. My eyes widened as the motion rubbed my clit against him.
“Again,” I breathed.
He complied, then once more.
“It’s…that’s, oh my. I’m going to come.”
I was, just from Matt deep inside me and Ethan’s play.
It wasn’t an intense orgasm, but a rolling one, heating me and sinking me into the pleasure that only they could give me. A little cry escaped my throat and my fingers gripped Matt’s neck and shoulder.
“More,” I breathed when it finally waned.
They moved then. I wasn’t paying much attention, for I was still needy, still eager for more. I liked when they pounded into me, almost used me for their pleasure. They hadn’t done that and I needed it. I needed it
and the way it would make me come.
When I opened my eyes, Matt was flat on his back, knees bent and his lower legs hanging off the edge of the bed as I straddled him. Ethan was standing at the edge, his hand on the mattress beside me as he leaned over me. Matt was still buried deep.
“Time to move, baby,” Matt said, using his hands on my hips to lift and lower me slowly. I kept the pace as Ethan’s fingers returned for just a moment, then I felt something bigger. Broader. His cock.
“Ride Matt while I fuck your ass,” Ethan said, pressing carefully against me, trying to work me open. He’d prepared me well. The coconut oil was slick and he’d been generous with it.
“That’s it, open for me. Deep breath, let it out. Good girl,” he said.
I cried out when he was able to push into me. I knew it had been a fight, my body resisting even when I tried not to.
Matt’s eyes widened and I stared at him, knowing for the first time they were claiming me. Together.
“So good, baby. Perfect,” he whispered.
His eyes fell closed as I swirled my hips, took him deep. His hands gripped me then, holding me still.
“Time for your men to fuck you,” he said, pulling back then thrusting deep.
I cried out as Ethan did the opposite. As Matt was deep, Ethan’s cock retreated so they were alternating their motions, one of them always fucking me.
My hands gripped the comforter by Matt’s shoulders and I arched my back. It was too much. They were too much.
“I…oh, I can’t, it’s—”
“Come, Rachel. Come all over your men.”
Ethan’s words pushed me to the brink and over. Having both of them in me, fucking me, was nothing I’d ever felt before and I succumbed. Sank. Submitted.
Loved.
“Yes!” I cried, my inner walls clenching and squeezing them, trying to take their seed. We’d already made the baby, but my body wanted more of them. Their very essence.
Ethan came first, shouting my name as he thrust deep in my ass, held himself still. His ragged breathing filled the room as he moved back, carefully pulled out. I felt his seed slip from me as Matt pushed me so I was sitting upright. He then gripped my hips, lifted and lowered me as he wanted. I pushed down, taking him for a ride until he, too, came. I felt him swell, then fill me as he held on.
I grinned down at him. Thrilled with myself that I’d taken both of them, that I’d been able to come myself, but even more, that I’d pleased them.
“Who’s the best rider in the family now?” I asked, a teasing lilt to my voice.
Matt grinned, lifted me off him and onto the bed beside him, Ethan went to the bathroom to clean up, then tucked down on the other side.
“You. Definitely you,” Ethan whispered, kissing my shoulder.
“That’s right. Matt only stayed on for eight seconds. I stayed on for much longer than that.”
Matt rolled so he was half over me. “Yeah, but can you go again and again?”
I looked at him, then Ethan. They were looking down at me, smiles on their faces. Ethan’s palm settled on my belly.
“All night,” I told them.
“That’s all?” Ethan asked. “How about forever?”
I grinned, stroked their faces. Yes, these men were mine. All mine. “Yes, forever.”
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MAKE ME YOURS, BRIDGEWATER COUNTY – BOOK 5
CHAPTER ONE
LACEY
“Best sound ever,” I said to my assistant, Maria, indicating the automatic door lock that had just thunked into place.
I settled back into the plush seat—just as comfortable as first class on the plane, but I was on the ground and almost home. I sighed, leaned my head back.
“Even better than someone announcing your name for a walk down the red carpet?” Maria teased as we settled in to wait for a family of five to finish loading their luggage into the SUV idling in front of us.
“Oh yeah. So much better,” I said, tilting my neck from side to side to work the kinks out from the fourteen-hour flight. “You know I love my fans, but enough is enough.”
“Sounds like somebody needs a massage.”
While Maria investigated the basket of magazines, chocolate and champagne sent by her office, I wearily watched the crowd outside. Undeterred by the car’s tinted windows, my fans jostled elbow to elbow as they angled to capture a photo of me on their phones. I was a people pleaser by nature, but I took satisfaction in the frustrated expressions of people who realized they weren’t getting anything through the glass.
Airport security finally showed up to clear the walkway. At the same time, the family in front of us finished stowing their luggage and piled into their vehicle. Our car started to move, which I took as my cue to let out a deep sigh and slump down even further. No cameras, no fans. I could be myself.
Maria chuckled. “So, you want me to book it?”
I rubbed my forehead. “What? Sorry. I’m exhausted.” It was daylight, but I had no idea what time it was. All I knew was that I crossed the International Date Line and went back a day.
“The massage. Do you want me to arrange it? I can make a call and have that one masseuse you like meet us at your house.”
My head started to bob the automatic, expected response. Everybody knew being worked over by some big blond Viking with amazing hands was supposed to be the miracle cure to Los Angeles stress, but no. I couldn’t even count how many hours I’d spent being kneaded and rubbed since I’d ditched my small-town life as Lacey Leesworth in order to become rising film star Lacey Lee.
None of those massages had done a damn thing. Instead of nodding, I turned my head to look at Marie, who was thumbing through a stack of tabloids balanced on her lap.
“No. I don’t need a massage. I need…” One of the tabloids distracted me and I sat up. “Oh my God. Are they serious? A June wedding?”
Maria quickly flipped the rag over but it was too late. I laughed humorlessly and shook my head.
“I’d say I can’t believe this, but of course I can. I must have given a hundred interviews in South Korea alone, and all anybody wanted to talk about was my so-called love life.”
Love. Hah.
“You know how the media is,” she countered, rolling her eyes. Since she worked for a PR firm, she dealt with them twenty-four/seven. “They’re hungry for the next big love story. You’re the current sweetheart of cinema and Chris is—uh, has the potential to be the next big, swoony rock star.” Her voice changed when she spoke of Chris, the words filled with some doubt. “Of course, everyone wants the two of you together.”
Instead of calming me down, it made me grind my teeth. “Yes, I get the media. I just…argh!” I waved my hands in the air. The gesture indicated all of my frustration with the media, the fans and even Chris.
Maria winced and patted my leg. “You’re burned out. Anybody would be after filming and the press junket, but you’ve been going and going at this pace for five years. You need to learn to let all this stuff go.” She was using her familiar placating tone, which was probably the first thing they’d taught her in celebrity management 101.
“’All this stuff’, meaning all these lies?” I grabbed the magazine off her lap, lifted it up so I could see my face smiling from some red-carpet event. A smaller picture of Chris was in a square in the right corner, big bold type screaming “Wedding Bells or Wedding Hell?” across the top. I dropped it back in Maria’s lap, then stared out the window, watching L.A. pass by, yet at the same time seeing nothing at all.
“This is Hollywood, Lacey. You’re a movie star. Very little about your life is true. If the truth got out…”
Maria trailed off ominously, shaking a genuine laugh from me. I shot her an amused glance.
“You say that like I have some kind of deep, dark secret, when nothing could be farther from the truth. All I do is work and sleep. I couldn’t even think up half the things they say I do. My life has been an open book since my first deal, an
d the paparazzi helped themselves to everything before that. My real name isn’t even a secret.”
She gave me a look that said it all. She pitied me. Yeah, I had money and fame, but nothing else. And she knew it. When Maria dropped me off, she’d go home to play tennis or go to the library. Maybe even go to the grocery store with no makeup on. Normal stuff. I hadn’t seen the inside of a grocery store in years; I couldn’t pick out my own produce without the paparazzi following me, snapping some horrible candid and putting it online and saying I was on a juice cleanse.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she countered. “But how do you think fans would react if they knew you and Chris weren’t their dream couple? Headlines aren’t made based on ‘casual dating’ and ‘we hit it off, but there’s nothing serious’.” Maria air quoted in all the right places.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe they’d start reacting to my acting ability again instead of all this…nonsense. What do you think people would say if they knew Chris and I haven’t exchanged more than a single text during the past week?”
Maria got a panicked look. “Don’t tell anybody that.”
I laughed at her expression. “Yeah, that’s what I mean. The truth would ruin my career, which is so ridiculous, I can’t even list all the ways. I hate this, Maria. I don’t want people marrying me to Chris and I’m resentful of the PR team for pushing me to go along with this whole stupid charade.”
“Okay. Just hold on.” Maria shuffled all the tabloids aside and angled to face me, tucking one leg beneath her. “What’s really going on? You’re way more off than usual. If it’s burnout, we can set up a self-care retreat. Self-care is the big buzzword right now anyway. Your fans will go nuts with admiration and the press will run with that.”
“The press will start speculating that I’m carrying Chris’s baby. Or that I’m in rehab.”
I couldn’t decide which was worse—fake pregnancy or fake drug addiction.
Maria opened her mouth, but then closed it with a rueful laugh. “Okay, you’ve got me there.”
“Mm-hmm. But a retreat does sound amazing.” Sighing, I tugged my hair out of the sloppy ponytail, smoothed it out and tied it back again.
