Protecting Bethany

by Honor James

  “I will do my damndest to not shoot anyone but no guarantees.” She snuggled up against Brendan and closed her eyes to listen to his heart beating and just simply enjoying being there in his arms. “And no I don’t believe that they play checkers, they instead talk about everyone and everything and keep tabs on all of us. I swear those men have a better network than any nation on the planet.”

  “They do,” Connor said. “They are worse gossips than any knitting group I’ve had the misfortune of getting stuck taking something to. And the fact they get to play poker helps too. Though they definitely don’t do it for the money, just for bragging rights.”

  “Oh god, tell me about it. I remember granddaddy used to play poker with them all. I think that he went to his grave with your daddy owing him a marker or whatever they called it. That man never would stop talking about the hand from god that he had been dealt.”

  “Could be, you’d have to ask dad about it,” he said with a grin. “Though I doubt the old bird would actually admit to it,” he said, shrugging with a chuckle.

  “No, he’d never admit to it,” Brendan said. “But you could always be sneaky about it and start talking about your grandfather. Reminisce about him and get Dad to tell you stories and shit. Steer him slowly and eventually you’ll have him dropping a tale about this one time when he and the guys were together. And so forth.” He chuckled.

  “That’s okay,” Bethany said with a grin. “Being my luck he will remember it and he will think that since granddaddy passed before the marker was called in that it would somehow be mine for the taking or something crazy like that. No, we will simply let the past stay in the past and we will work on our future instead.”

  “Technically he’d be right,” he told her. When she shot him a look he shrugged. “If your grandfather won a marker from Dad then it would pass to his only living heir. Trust me here, Bethany, if there is a marker and I’m not saying there is, it would be yours to call on. Though, with dad, you’d never need a marker anyway. Just ask for it and the man will do it of his own free will. Especially for you.” He smiled down at her. “He’s got a soft spot for you, always has.”

  “That’s okay.” She smiled and sighed. “I have a soft spot for him too. I always have. I’ve always adored your daddy and my granddaddy. I swear those two were closer than siblings on most days.” Her grandfather had her mother very early in life and then her mother got pregnant with her when she was barely sixteen so sadly her grandfather hadn’t been much older than their father when he passed on.

  “I remember your grandfather being here often,” Connor said. “When we were younger I mean. I knew who he was but it never really clicked until you and Patty became friends and he’d come to pick you up or drop you off occasionally.”

  “Oh yeah, he thought the world of Patty too. He left her quite a sum of cash in his will if I recall.” Bethany shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter though, family is family and that’s how he felt about all of you. You were family.” And still were, through her now.

  “Just like you’ve always been family to us,” Brendan said. “And not in a sisterly fashion I will state for the record.”

  “Uh, hell no,” Connor said. “Fuck, the first time she was out at the pond with Patty in a bikini.”

  “You practically fell off your horse.” Brendan chuckled. “Damn, I remember that. I couldn’t get my jaw out of the dust to save my life.”

  “Well thank god that you finally had noticed me. I swear I had been trying to get your attention. Finally I pulled out all of the stops and got a bikini that no sane person would wear.” Grinning she added, “You know, I think I might still have it somewhere.” Well, no that wasn’t true. Her father and the man who held her against her will had ensured that every thread of clothing she had was shredded. Bastards. “I so need to find a new bikini. One that will make you both gulp.”

  “Why bother?” he said giving her a wicked grin. “We all know we’ll have you out there skinny dipping with us soon enough. Why waste time even putting one on?” Brushing his lips to her ear he chuckled. “Just think of all the fun we could have at the old swim hole by moonlight.”

  “Oh I look forward to it.” She nearly drooled at the thoughts of both of them out there with her, naked. “But think of the fun of peeling me out of a bikini. Come on, you know you would love it.” For the first two minutes, then the bikini would be toast and somewhere on the bottom of the swimming hole.

  “True,” he breathed out the word. “Getting you naked is definitely at the top of my list of fun things to do. Speaking of which,” he lifted his head and looked at his watch. “Crap. We should head in or not a one of us is going to be up before noon tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” She stood and held her hands out. “Come on, boys, take me to bed.” Boy she liked the way that sounded, them taking her to bed. “At least we will all be going to sleep at the same time tonight, so that’s a very good thing.” At least to her it was.

  “It’s definitely a novel concept,” Connor said with a grin. Getting to his feet he took her hand and squeezed. Brendan stood as well and accepted her free hand. “Come on, let’s hit the rack so that, hopefully, we can all be clear headed and ready to enjoy watching those assholes getting arrested.”

  “Sounds like a mighty fine plan to me.” Pulling both men close she linked her arms with theirs and gave them little mini squeezes before walking toward the door, both men standing there. Stopping suddenly she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Are you watching my ass?” She knew they were, all but felt their eyes on her and she liked it. A lot.

  “When you wiggle your ass like that?” Connor said, “Hell yeah! You have one fine ass, Miss Bethany.” He chuckled.

  “It’s extremely lovely,” Brendan said. “Tight, perky and so nicely rounded that it just begs for us to grab on and never let go.”

  She ran her hands down her rump and nodded. “Yep, it’s just asking for some loving.” She told them with a grin and headed inside, but not before she added. “First one to our bedroom gets to choose who gets the first time back there too.” So she was teasing them, it felt remarkable to be able to tease them and be teased by them. She loved it and it was clear in the sassy walk and sway she did as she walked away from them.

  There was a loud thud followed by a curse before Brendan dashed by her with a grin on his face. He was laughing as he jogged up the stairs lazily. A few seconds later Connor went blasting past her and took the stairs three at a time.

  Chapter Ten

  Bethany took her time getting up to the bedroom, but not so much time that there would be issues with the boys beating each other up. Stopping she leaned against the doorframe and grinned as she looked at the men, both of them doing rock, paper scissors which had her asking. “So, let me guess, you both made it to the door at the same time?” She wondered what Brendan had done to Connor, and would ask. Later.

  “Nope, I got here first,” Brendan said. He smacked his “rock” to Connor’s “scissors” and grinned.

  “Shit! Best outta ten damn it,” Connor said, waving his hands.

  “But he said since I took an unfair advantage I had to give him a chance. So I agreed to this,” he said. His “scissors” beating Connor’s “paper.” Brendan just rolled his eyes and shot her a grin.

  “So what was the unfair advantage that you are talking of?” Bethany asked as she walked into the room, closing and locking the door behind her. As she spoke she was removing her clothes, her eyes on the men and watching them as they continued on.

  “He tripped me,” Connor muttered. He lost again and growled. “Damn it!”

  Brendan shrugged as he sat on the bed to remove his boots. “All’s fair in love and war, brother.” He chuckled. “By the way, you telegraph your pick which is why I always beat you.”

  “What? How?” Connor stared at him in shock.

  Snorting Brendan got up and stuck his boots by the door. “Like I’m ever telling you,” he said laughing softly.

  B
ethany snickered and shook her head. “Don’t ask me. I have no idea.” She stood now at the end of the bed, naked as the day she was born and watched them getting undressed. “You know, this will be the first time that all three of us have gotten busy together. I like it.” A lot. Right now it was just anticipation but she was certain it was going to be the stuff of dreams, and she looked forward to it.

  They both shot her a look and Connor shook his head. “Do people really still say ‘getting busy’ when they are talking about sex?”

  “Hell if I know,” Brendan told him. Tossing his jeans in the hamper he walked to her and pulled her close for a kiss. “But it’s Bethany so I think we should forgive her. It’s just so cute when she avoids actually saying what she means. Especially since she can’t say it without blushing.” He smiled down at her.

  Her hands were on Brendan’s chest and moving up. Grinning she tilted her head so she could look up at him. “I know. I will one day be able to say it without blushing but right now, I like the idea of you forgiving me.” She knew that they would forgive her for just about anything at all, and it was one of the many things she loved about them. “I would very much like it if you were to kiss me. I love your kisses.” Her skin was heating as she leaned into Brendan, the feeling of his cock hard and ready against her stomach causing her stomach to flutter.

  “Like you even have to ask,” he said softly. Lowering his head he brushed his lips to hers and smiled. His hands were sliding up and down her back gently. Another slow brush of his lips to hers before he nipped at her lower lip. Tugging lightly he came in for a real kiss, tipping her back a little as he devoured her.

  His kiss was a sensual attack, there was no other way to describe what Brendan was doing to her. When he pulled back she had her eyes still closed and a silly smile on her face. All that she could say was a whispered, wow, before she went to her tip toes once more so that she could kiss him again.

  She felt his laugh against her lips as he gave as good as he got from her. Then she was moving slightly until the bed bumped her thighs. Hands on her ass and she was airborne for a second before landing on the bed. With Connor right there to steal a kiss of his own.

  Bethany greedily turned into Connor and kissed him right back. She didn’t hold back from either man and even with her eyes closed she knew who was kissing her and it was more than just their hands or facial hair. It was them. The very soul of the men. When they parted Bethany finally opened her eyes and licked her lips. “I want you. Both of you.” She was desperate for them both, needed and wanted them more than she could possibly explain. “I want both of you loving me at the same time.” She hoped that they understood and she wouldn’t have to explain further.

  Connor stroked his fingers down her cheek and smiled. “You sure you’re ready for that?” he asked softly. “We don’t have to rush anything, you do know that right?”

  Brendan settled on the other side of the bed, a hand on her hip. He leaned in to press a kiss to her shoulder as his thumb stroked her skin. “I have a feeling she’s more than ready,” he said softly, grinning at her.

  “I am. I’ve been waiting for the two of you to have some of the same time off together because I do want to have both of you loving me. I think that we all three need this. I know that you would never rush me, but this is what I want and need.” She needed to feel whole, to feel complete and while she did feel that for the most part, she wanted this one last step with them so that it was a complete bonding. Or so she was telling herself.

  Connor was watching her closely but nodded after a minute or two. “We’ll do this at your pace, love. You are fully and completely in control the entire time. You say stop we’ll stop immediately, all right?” he asked softly.

  “I know.” She reached out and touched him, a smile on her face. “I trust you. Both of you. Believe me if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have extended the invitation and you know it. Both of you know that I’m more than a little stubborn and a lot vocal in my opinions. All I need is for you to love me,” she assured Connor.

  “Done.” He smiled. Cupping her face he kissed her again, slowly. She felt Brendan rolling her onto her side more and pressing closer, his cock rubbing against her ass. Connor stroked a hand down to her breast and gently squeezed, rubbing a finger over her nipple.

  She leaned into Connor’s touch and moaned when he squeezed her nipple lightly. She sighed in pure bliss, but then shuddered when she felt a cold gel to her anus. “Oh heavens, warning next time, please?” Oh she wanted a next time, many times over, but damn he could have at least warned her before he put lube on her ass.

  She felt Brendan laughing behind her, his chest rubbing her back. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She saw him pass a condom to Connor before the bed shifted behind her. “We’re going to go nice and slow until you’re used to the invasion. Throw a leg up and over Connor and let yourself just go limp,” Brendan said softly.

  Doing just as instructed Bethany wiggled closer to Connor and grinned up at him. “Hey.” She reached between them and let her fingers move over his cock that was neatly encased now in a condom. Grinning she asked, “Excited?” She was, and if one of them would just damn well touch her they would see just how excited she was.

  “Any chance I get to be with you is damned exciting,” he said with a laugh. “Been waiting a long time for you, Bethany. But when it’s the right woman, a man is more than willing to wait as long as is needed.”

  “Damned right,” Brendan said. “Relax,” he told her, one of his hands on her ass. Then she felt his cock pressing to her anus, demanding entry into her tight hole.

  Bethany tried to relax, she leaned into Connor and opened herself more to Brendan. She felt the head of his cock pushing past the first ring of muscles and then whimpered when it made it past. “Damn.” A good damn, not a bad one. She moved her leg higher up Connor’s hip and looked up at him. “Touch me.” She begged him. “Feel how much I need you.”

  “And ruin the buildup we have going?” he asked, shooting her a perfectly good horrified look. “Why ever would I do that?” he asked her, clicking his tongue at her. Grinning he tugged on her nipple and leaned in to nibble on her neck.

  Brendan moved his hand to her hip and squeezed as he pushed his cock in deeper. “God, Bethany,” he groaned out.

  Bethany whimpered again. “Jesus.” She breathed out slightly and moved in closer to Connor while pushing back against Brendan. “More. That feels so bloody good.” It was a burning sensation, the lightest of pains when he pushed his cock past the second ring of muscles and buried himself to the balls in her ass. “Yes.” She cried out when he was finally fully seated inside of her. “Move, oh lord, please move,” she begged.

  “One sec,” he said, with a low groan. “Fuck, you are so damned tight,” he moaned pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Then he moved, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in gently.

  Connor slid his hand down over her belly to tease her clitoris gently as Brendan thrust in and out of her.

  “Because no one’s been there before,” Bethany said on a low moan. “God that feels amazing.” She had always known that if she had ever gotten with them that making love with them would be an adventure, it would be wild and chaotic and she wanted that and so much more. “Killing me here, Bren,” she moaned. “Please,” she begged, pushing back against him time and again, trying to get him to move and wanting Connor as well.

  “That’s the idea, love,” Brendan said. “We want you to keel over from pleasure.” Then he stilled and gripped her hips tightly.

  Connor moved closer and, sliding his fingers down over her pussy, he spread her open. She felt his condom-covered cock at her pussy, rubbing through her slick folds. Slowly he filled her and created more friction deep inside.

  Bethany moved so that her forehead was against Connor’s shoulder, giving him more room to enter her. “Oh hell.” She had never been so full, never felt so good in all of her life as she
did right then and there. “Don’t stop, I think I might have to kill you if you stop.” She teased both of them, nipping Connor’s shoulder with her teeth as she did so.

  “Couldn’t if I tried,” Connor assured her. Filling her completely she could feel the shudder rip through him. He was rubbing at her clit as he slowly slid out and then back in deeper. “Fuck,” he groaned.

  “I agree.” She could feel them inside of her, their cocks only separated by a thin barrier deep inside of her. “I think you should both move now, please.” She wanted to move, adjusting her leg she took Connor deeper into her body and sobbed in relief. “Like that, please.”

  Brendan’s hand slid up her body to cup her breast as they both began to move. It was a little awkward at first but, soon enough, they all seemed to find a rhythm that worked. In and out, alternating strokes, matching strokes, anything and everything that could drive her totally nuts they did.

  Bethany moved with her men, her body one with theirs and their motions smoothing out into a fluid and easy motion while they loved on her. “Perfect.” She moaned wildly from between them. “That’s stunningly perfect.” The movements, the sensations, everything. It was what she had dreamed of.

  Connor lifted her leg higher over his hip, sliding his hand up and down her thigh gently. Leaning in he kissed her, sucking on her tongue as he thrust into her over and over.

  Brendan played her breasts gently, tugging on the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He nipped her neck as he moved, scraping his teeth over her shoulder lightly and whispered soft words to her.

  Their loving like this went on for what felt like hours but she knew that it couldn’t have been more than half hour. She arched against Connor, her ass pushing hard against Brendan as she did so and whimpered. “I need to come.” She was so close, riding that edge and from the way that Connor was gritting his teeth he was as well. “Please,” was all she could say.

  Moving his hand Connor brushed her sensitive clit with his thumb. Each time sent a small tremor through her. “Bethany, love,” he said softly. Staring into her eyes he took the nub between his fingers. “Come,” he said and squeezed. At the same time both he and Brendan thrust into her hard.