by Jane Jamison
“Of what? Of us? Of—” Sterling’s mouth slammed closed.
“Tell us, baby. What are you afraid of?”
She closed her eyes, willing herself to stop crying. There was no more time to wait. She should’ve been honest from the start and told her friends about her secret. Then the rest of the town would’ve found out—including the Wilson men. If she had, they would already know.
“I have a past.” She clung to the cover and clutched it to her chest.
“We all have a past,” countered Garner. “Some are more complicated than others is all.”
“Not like mine.”
“Then tell us. Did you kill someone?”
He sounds like Pearl.
Sterling was kidding, but it didn’t make her feel any better. “No. Of course not.”
“Did you kick a puppy?” Garner joined in, obviously trying to make light of things, if only to calm her.
“You know I wouldn’t do that.” She eyed them. “You do, don’t you?”
“Yeah, that’s the point I’m trying to make, baby. What we’re saying is that there’s nothing you can tell us that will change the way we feel about you.”
She wanted to believe Brogan. With all her heart and soul, she wanted to believe. But could she?
“I had a baby.” There. The truth couldn’t be held back any longer. If she hadn’t said it, she would’ve exploded, her mind breaking with the attempt to keep her secret hidden. She’d finally gotten it out.
“You did?” asked Sterling.
She searched their faces, trying to see how they felt. “Yes.”
“Was it a girl or a boy?” asked Garner.
She blinked, unsure why he’d care what sex the child was. “A boy. I was a teenage unwed mother. I got pregnant, and I had a baby.”
They took a moment to let it sink in. But still, she couldn’t tell how they were feeling.
“Where is he?” asked Garner.
“I don’t know.” More tears threatened to come. She’d been so ashamed by her past, not ashamed of her son but of her turning her back on him.
“So you gave him up? Was the father ever in the picture?” Brogan’s voice was gentle, calming her.
“His father and his family didn’t want anything to do with me. They never wanted anything to do with Lucas. He was born, and then he was gone, taken away from me to be adopted. I never even got to hold him.”
“So you named him.” Garner’s words were a statement, not a question.
“Lucas is a good, strong name,” added Sterling.
She wasn’t sure what to think. But at least she’d told them the worst of it. All that was left now was to find out if they still wanted anything to do with her. “I’m sure that’s not his name now.”
She looked to them and put every bit of pleading she felt in her eyes. Not for them to still love her but for them not to pity her. “I didn’t have a choice. My parents wouldn’t help me. I was alone and scared. If there’d been any way for me to keep him, I would have.”
Brogan pulled her into his arms. “We know you did the best you could. You were young with your whole life ahead of you. I’m not sure what I would’ve done in your place.”
“Then you don’t think less of me?” Could they understand her with her words coming between sobs?
“Hell no. It was your choice to make, and you made it.” Garner brushed her hair away from her wet cheek. “Besides, it’s nothing new nowadays. Women have babies and give them up. Or they raise them. It’s their choice.”
“I know it’s not unusual, but it doesn’t make it any easier when it’s your child. I still feel the guilt of leaving him behind every day of my life.”
“Garner’s right. You were strong and chose the best life you could give for your baby. You didn’t give him away for your sake. You didn’t leave him behind. You put him first. You did it for him, right?”
“Yes.” If she’d been selfish, she would’ve kept her son. She’d wanted to keep him but knew a life with her would’ve been too hard. They would’ve had to move away from her disapproving family. He would’ve never known the joy of having a father who wanted him, much less a family who would’ve supported her decision to keep him.
“We’d never second-guess your decision. No way,” added Sterling.
Was she still dreaming? Had the nightmares with the wolves morphed into the fantasy she’d always dreamed of?
“Are you sure?” She had to hear it from them. Even then, she’d find it difficult to believe. “Does this change the way you feel?”
“About you?” Brogan studied her, confused. “Of course not. We told you, baby. There’s nothing that would ever make us stop loving you.” His look intensified. “You’ve lived with this secret for years, haven’t you?”
“Yes. When I found Fate, I thought I could start fresh without anyone ever knowing what I’d done.”
“No one will think you’re a bad person, baby. Not us and not your friends.” Brogan studied her. “Someone did a number on you back then. People are more forgiving, more accepting than that. Especially the people in Fate.”
He couldn’t have said anything better. She let out a breath, one that contained all the pent-up fear she’d held inside since giving up her son.
“We still have a question for you.” Garner paused then went on. “Do you feel the same way about us? Can you see living with us for the rest of your life?”
She couldn’t find even the simplest of words to tell them. Instead, she’d show them her answer.
Reaching up, she grabbed hold of Brogan’s hair and jerked his face to hers. Her lips pressed against his, tentatively at first, but once he responded, she turned her need for them free.
Without breaking the kiss, she climbed on top of him, only then realizing she was naked. They’d taken her clothes off her while she was out. The idea that they’d seen her body without her being awake tantalized her. Had they liked what they’d seen? Even with bruises marring her body?
Brogan’s hands were all over her, pulling her closer. His tongue whipped into her mouth then darted out, allowing him to nibble on her lips at the corner of her mouth. His tastes awakened in her mouth with a tangy, musky taste that was all his. He did his best to get his shirt off, and she helped him then moved on to the button and zipper of his jeans.
Sterling and Garner moved in, adding their touches to their brother’s. Fingers slipped between her butt cheeks to find the tight muscles there. Hands worked their way between Brogan and her to find her nipples and tweak them, lovely pain flaring in them as they hardened. Sterling’s and Garner’s bodies rubbed against the curve of her hips and the swell of her ass.
Moaning, she tore her mouth from Brogan’s and arched her back. A groan came from Garner, who had to move his hands away from her nipples. Yet, instead of taking his hands away entirely, he cupped her breasts and offered them to his brother. A low sound, a thank-you to Garner, rumbled out of Brogan as he latched onto one breast.
She startled as Sterling bent low and raked his tongue along her skin. Parting her cheeks, he lashed his tongue along the crease and around her dark hole. She pushed her butt toward him, encouraging him.
The idea that having sex was crazy whipped through her. Even if she hadn’t seen Pearl’s men change into wolves, she shouldn’t be having sex. Not after the accident. Not after telling them about her son. Yet making love to them seemed like the most natural thing to do.
She was theirs as surely as if she’d been born to be their wife.
They were hers with just as much certainty.
Had they been meant to be together from the beginning? Was that why fate had led her to Fate?
She let out a groaning protest when Garner wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her off Brogan. But she didn’t have long to complain as he tossed her onto her back. He tore his shirt from his body, his jeans having already been discarded. When he hovered over her, the muscles rippling in his arms, he stared into her eyes, the question glinting i
n his unusual silver-blue eyes.
“You’re as much mine as theirs. Remember that.”
She didn’t question him. Now was not the time for questions. Instead, she grabbed his hair much the same way as she’d grabbed Brogan and tugged his mouth to hers.
Strange how he tasted different. His flavor was tangy, too, and yet it lacked an edge that Brogan’s kiss held. What would Sterling’s kiss taste like?
She broke the kiss apart sooner than Garner wanted and reached out to Sterling, who had taken to her side. “Kiss me.”
“Sure, good-lookin’. Anything you want.” He scooted closer.
“Then shut up and kiss me, damn it.” She brought his lips to hers.
“She’s already starting to rule the pack.”
Vaguely she heard Brogan’s statement, but her focus concentrated on picking out the flavors of Sterling’s kiss as she skimmed her tongue along the inside of his mouth. Even Brogan catching her nipple between his teeth didn’t draw her away.
Sterling’s kiss was different, and yet, like Brogan’s, an underlying taste gave it a special zing that Garner’s kiss lacked. Not that it really mattered. She loved all their flavors and wanted to taste even more of them.
She pushed Sterling away then Brogan. Both the men grumbled but did as she wanted.
“On your back.” She pointed at Brogan. “Now.”
A flash of color came and went in his eyes. He didn’t like being ordered around, and yet he did as she’d told him. Flopping over, he dragged a hand through his hair. “This better be good. I don’t take to people telling me what to do.”
“It will be.” She straddled him and pushed her wet crotch against his huge cock.
He moaned and took hold of her legs, pushing her to ease up and give him room to thrust inside her. She shook her head, loving being in charge and motioned for Garner to move above Brogan’s head. “Get on your knees. I want to taste more than just your mouth.”
Garner moved, his expression tense and needy. He took his cock in his hand. “Here you go, darlin’. Enjoy.”
She was more than ready to get a taste of Garner’s cock, but first she had to get Sterling into place. Before she could say anything, however, he’d already bent over and was spreading her butt cheeks apart. She sucked in air, thrusting out her tits as Sterling’s fingers found her butthole.
“Come on, darlin’. I’m waiting.”
“So am I, baby.”
They were so impatient, and yet she was more than ready to give them what they wanted. What she craved.
The room filled with the scent of their arousal. Lowering her body, she kept her gaze on Brogan’s and watched as his eyes widened just a little as she helped guide his cock inside her pussy. She’d been ready for the size of him, and yet she hadn’t. How could anyone be ready when it felt as though his already enlarged cock seemed to thicken and lengthen inside her?
Pain hit her first as he stretched the limits of her vaginal walls. But the pain was soon lost in the friction he set up with each thrust. She bounced, slowly at first then faster, shoving out short puffs of air as he increased his fervor.
“Now, darlin’.” Garner wouldn’t wait any longer. Taking her by the back of her head, he jerked her forward toward his cock.
She flattened her hands against the bed on either side of Brogan’s head and drew Garner’s cock into her mouth. His flavors burst free, spreading throughout her mouth as she sucked, hollowing her cheeks, only to release him then start again.
She was filled, but not filled enough. As she rocked back and forth, starting to rotate her hips a little, she silently urged Sterling to push his cock into her ass.
His fingers made way for his tongue, giving her even more sensation. First two then three fingers filled her as he used his saliva to moisten her. A slap against her butt cheek took her by surprise and flooded her already soaking pussy. Another slap sent a delightful song of pain through her flesh to meet the sting of Brogan’s teeth biting down on her nipple.
She’d recognized them as men she could love from the start, yet logic and fear had kept her from realizing it. If she had listened to her heart, she would’ve known the truth and not wasted time without them. They were amazing men, kindhearted and trustworthy. They’d heard the worst she’d had to tell them and yet hadn’t judged her. Had, in fact, told her she’d done the right thing.
Physical feelings and her emotions converged, driving her to a place where thought no longer mattered. The slam of Brogan’s hips against her legs as he pounded into her. His nibbles and licks on her breasts sang into her. The flash of pain in her fleshy rump as Sterling spanked her again, even as he scissored his fingers inside her dark hole and swept his tongue around the tight rings. The taste of Garner’s pre-cum inside her mouth, her jaws aching as she tugged the juices from him. These are what consumed her. Not the past. Not even the future.
The wild ride outside was echoed inside by the wild ride of her building climax. Breathing was rough. Talking was impossible. Thinking gave way to the rush of sensations consuming her.
She sucked hard on Garner’s cock, matching the fervor of Brogan’s mouth covering her nipple, his cock filling her pussy. Arching, she urged Sterling to join them, to give her his cock as his brothers had already done.
As though hearing her thoughts, Sterling eased back. She tensed as he positioned his cock at her dark entrance, but her tension was soon lost in the thrill of his cock pushing its way inside her. She cried out, the sound of it traveling along Garner’s cock.
How could pain and pleasure be the same thing? And yet, as the men took her, ramming inside her, claiming her as theirs, pain and pleasure were truly one.
She sucked harder, trying her best to tighten her hold on Garner’s cock, but it was impossible. Whimpering her complaint, she hollowed her cheeks. Yet it was Garner who couldn’t hold on.
“Fuck. Damn it.” He plunged his cock as far inside her mouth as he could go.
She choked but stayed with him as his hot seed exploded, filling her mouth. No one could’ve swallowed any faster. Warm cum seeped from her mouth, even as she did her best to drink all of it. When he pulled away from her, falling to the side, she made a sound not unlike the ones she’d heard Sterling and Brogan make.
Brogan rammed into her even harder than before. She bounced, almost rocking off of him, but he held her tightly against him. He filled her completely, more than she’d thought possible. The burn he created inside her was like the flashing burn of a lighter flicking against her skin. She worked her hips, pushing against him, daring him to go harder, deeper.
Sterling bucked against her butt cheeks, moving her forward, even as Brogan kept her bouncing. Her breaths puffed out, and her hair played around her shoulders. Taking one of Brogan’s hands, she slid a finger into her mouth and sucked. Once more, she was treated to a widening of his eyes.
Amber-flecked eyes.
She tried to think, tried to remember where she’d seen amber before, but with each of Brogan’s thrusts, each slam of Sterling’s shoves, her thoughts were sent flying.
When Brogan paused, she worried that he wanted nothing more from her. Then, as the muscles of his face tightened, she saw the coming of his climax. Suddenly, he rammed upward, again almost unseating her. Throwing his head back, he roared his release.
Sterling bit her shoulder, not enough to break the skin but enough to draw her attention away from his brother. Taking her hips, he thrust her backward as he pounded his cock deep into her asshole. She let out a cry as his hand covered her breast and pulled her against him. Warmth flooded her hole, even as Brogan’s cum leaked from her pussy.
The climax hit her so hard her mind reeled. Storming its way through her, it took hold of her body and shuddered its way to freedom. She cried out as she lost control, her clit throbbing, her pussy weeping her cream.
The two brothers held her between them as the third looked on. She was suspended, caught between them. Her mind cleared, feelings finally giving away to the ov
erwhelming sensations as they pulled their cocks out of her. She slumped to lie on top of Brogan, their sweat mixing together as their hearts echoed in her ears.
They stayed where they were as Brogan tugged the top sheet off the bed for them to clean their bodies. Heather had never been happier, had never allowed herself to dream of such a day. She snuggled against Sterling as Brogan and Garner put their hands on her. They needed to touch her as much as she needed to have them touch her.
She felt Sterling tense a moment before she sensed his brothers doing the same. “What’s wrong?” Nothing could mar the night, yet alarm sprang to life inside her.
“Now it’s our turn.” Sterling’s voice was a whisper.
“Your turn for what?” she whispered back.
His gaze met hers, stilling her heart. “To tell you our secret.”
Chapter Eight
“What secret?” Heather sat up in bed and pulled the bedspread over her body.
“You should get dressed first.” Brogan got off the bed and started picking up clothes to toss to his brothers. “Sterling, get her clothes.”
Garner, however, was the only one to get dressed. Sterling shot Brogan a telling look then dropped his clothes to the floor. “Why bother getting dressed? She’ll want to see.”
Did she want them to stay naked? Of course. But she didn’t think he meant it that way.
“Just get her clothes,” barked Brogan.
Sterling nodded and disappeared into the walk-in closet. Until now, she hadn’t paid much attention to the bedroom. The room was large, just like the oversized bed. The furniture was rustic and gave her a down-home feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Sterling handed her clothes to her. All except for the shoes she’d had on.
“Turn around, guys,” ordered Garner.
But why? It wasn’t as though they hadn’t already seen her nude.
Her question must’ve been written on her face because Brogan answered it. “We might not be able to stop ourselves if we see your hot body again. Sterling’s right. It’s time you heard what we have to tell you.”
