by Marla Monroe
“Something definitely has her preoccupied. We can’t let her stew over whatever it is, Travis. We need to confront her about it.” Randy watched his brother open the back door with a jerk and start pulling bags out.
“I agree. I’m just not sure we’re going to be happy with whatever she’s got to say.”
“Don’t go jumping to conclusions just yet. We need to see what she says.” He followed Travis in and out of the house over the next few minutes, carrying bags inside and leaving them on the island for Angela to unpack and put away.
As soon as she’d finished stowing the food and putting away the folded bags, she started working on dinner. Randy wasn’t sure if it would be better to wait until after dinner to talk to her or get it over with now. By the look on Travis’s face, it was going to be now. He walked over to the door leading to the laundry room and leaned against the door facing.
“Did you see anyone you knew while you were out today?” Travis asked as he pulled two beers from the fridge.
“Um, yeah. I saw some of the women I met at the cookout, Bethany, Lexie, and Tish.”
When she didn’t elaborate, Randy saw Travis’s jaw clench. He didn’t like picking things out of people. If Angela made him do that, she would soon find out one of his brother’s pet peeves.
“So what all did you talk about?” Travis asked.
“Um, I don’t know.” She hesitated over what she was doing at the stove then continued. “They noticed my ring. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn it to town. I hadn’t thought about anyone noticing.”
“Why wouldn’t you wear it to town? We aren’t keeping it a secret.” Randy hadn’t realized he was going to say anything until he’d already nearly shouted at her.
The look on her face when she turned toward him made him wince. Her eyes lowered toward his hands. Randy looked down and sighed. He was clenching one hand into a fist and the other was crushing the beer can.
“I’m sorry for yelling, Angela. I shouldn’t have, but I don’t understand why you don’t seem to want anyone to know that you’re engaged to us. Are you ashamed of being with us or something?”
She jerked her head back and forth. “No! I—we hadn’t talked about if we were saying anything yet or not, and I wasn’t sure if I’d made a mistake by wearing it to town.”
Randy felt relief pour over him like cool water on a hot summer day. He glanced toward his brother. Travis looked relieved, but wasn’t completely relaxed as yet.
“Honey, we want you to wear our ring all the time. If anyone asks, then tell them the truth. We’re getting married,” he said.
“As soon as possible,” Travis added.
His brother pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. Randy smiled and started to lean in and kiss her from behind when he saw a brief glimpse of fear in her eyes before she closed them. There was still something not quite right. Should he dig deeper now or wait? He hated waiting, but something told him not to push it just yet.
God, don’t let me be making a mistake by letting it drop.
* * * *
Angela closed her eyes and let Travis’s love warm her. When Randy started to kiss her then stopped, she’d closed her eyes against the disappointment she was sure she would see in them. She’d failed them when she’d hesitated to let their friends know they were getting married. She hadn’t counted on them wanting everyone to know right away.
See, that is why I’m the wrong sort of woman for them. I don’t know how to act about things like this.
“I need to get back to cooking or we won’t have anything to eat tonight.” She carefully pulled away from Travis and Randy.
“Angel. All we need is you. We can eat sandwiches later. I missed you today.” Travis took her hand and pulled her toward the living room door.
“The stove…”
“Randy. Turn off whatever is on the stove and come on upstairs.” Travis shouldered Angela up over his shoulder and headed for the stairs.
“Put me down, Travis. I can walk.”
“Nope. I’m carrying you, so settle down before I spank this sweet ass of yours,” he said.
She held on to his waist as she bumped against his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. Thank goodness she hadn’t eaten much earlier. All the emotional upheaval paired with the bumpy ride up the stairs on Travis’s shoulder would have made her sick. When he bent over to let her stand up again, Angela had to hold on to him for a few seconds to regain her equilibrium.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Angel. I love how your eyes get all glazed over when you come. I want to watch you almost as much as I want to taste your pussy.”
All she could do was moan as his mouth descended to hers. His lips caressed hers at first, with soft butterfly kisses that slowly spread to each corner of her mouth. Then he seemed to grow impatient with the slow approach and pulled back.
“Open to me. Let me in.” He took control of the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and mapping every inch until she swore he had it memorized.
Somewhere through the soft haze of pleasure, she realized that Randy was undressing her. How had she missed losing her boots, socks, and pants? It was only now that he tugged them apart in order to pull her shirt over her head that she realized how caught up in Travis’s kiss she’d become. He’d become her world for a few seconds where nothing else mattered.
When she would have felt guilty over Randy being left out, he pulled her from Travis’s arms and ate his way down her jaw to her throat, where he soon had her whimpering with need. God, how she wanted, wanted him, wanted them deep inside her. She wanted to feel as if she was a part of them and they’d never want to be without her. She groaned, pulling at Randy’s shirt with a desperation that bordered on violence. Skin, she needed to feel his skin against hers. She reached back for Travis once more, but he’d dropped to his knees at her feet. Looking down at him, Angela thought she would die at the expression of need on his face when he looked at her pussy.
Raw desire bubbled up from nowhere she had ever known existed before now. She managed to get Randy’s shirt off his shoulders so that he could finish removing it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the damn belt buckle to release so she could rid him of his jeans.
“Easy, honey. We’ve got all the time in the world.” Randy took over dealing with the belt and soon had his jeans down around his ankles.
“Damn, your boots!” She wanted to scream with frustration.
“I’ve already taken them off. Calm down, Angela.”
She moaned instead of answering him when Travis began pulling her panties down by the elastic with his teeth. Hot breath combined with smooth lips and sharp teeth left her legs shaking and her pussy weeping. She could literally feel it seeping down to her thighs. She’d never been this turned on before.
“Aw, hell, you smell like heaven, Angel. Pick your feet up for me, baby.” Travis helped her lift first one then the other foot so he could remove her underwear.
He began licking and nipping his way up her legs. She squirmed between him and Randy, wanting Travis to hurry and reach her throbbing clit. Instead, Randy jerked her attention back to him when he released the clasp of her bra and jerked it off and down her arms to join her panties on the floor. Angela gasped for breath when he covered one breast with his hand and squeezed while drawing the nipple of the other one into his mouth in a quick, hot pull that had her rising to her tiptoes and grabbing onto his head at her breast.
“God, yes!” She fisted his hair in her hands as he raked his teeth over the now-sensitive nipple before moving to the other one.
Travis must have been feeling left out because the next thing she knew, he separated her pussy lips and ran his tongue over her throbbing clit with just enough pressure to suck all of the oxygen out of her lungs at once. Then he licked and pulled on her pussy lips before stroking two fingers as deep as they would go into her cunt, making her scream.
“Bed, Randy. I can’t get to her like this.” Travis sounded out of bre
ath, or desperate or both.
Randy grunted but released her nipple with a pop before helping Travis to lower her to the bed on her back. Travis had her legs spread wide before she’d even caught her breath. He licked her juices from her inner thighs before returning to torture her pussy with tongue and teeth. There was no way she would last much longer as he slipped his fingers inside her cunt once more.
They tortured her for what seemed like hours, pushing her closer and closer to the edge then easing her back down again only to start the climb all over again. Soon Angela was begging to come. Tears threatened to fall with all the frustration beating at her.
“Please, Travis. I need to come. God, please!” Her head thrashed back and forth as she held on to Randy’s hair with one hand and the bedspread with the other.
“What do you think, Randy? Should we let her come now? Personally, I could go on like this for hours. I’ll never get enough of her sweet pussy.” Travis’s raspy voice held a strain she knew had to be almost as frustrating as she felt.
“Come for us, Angela. Let us hear you scream with pleasure, honey.” Randy’s voice had gone so low she almost couldn’t hear him.
Travis latched hold of her clit with his mouth and attacked it with his tongue while stroking her hot spot deep inside her cunt. Randy pulled and pinched her nipples, sending shards of pleasure/pain straight to her already-primed clit. One second she was gasping and struggling to reach for the orgasm that seemed just out of reach and the next she was flying, soaring higher than she’d ever gone before.
It was several long seconds later that she realized she had been screaming their names as she came. Her throat ached from the abuse and need for something to drink. Both men lay next to her stroking her arms and shoulders while whispering how good she was and how much they loved her. She soaked up their attentions but still needed more. She wanted to feel them inside of her. She needed that more intimate connection. She opened her eyes and stared up into their faces as they looked down at her.
“How do you feel, honey?” Randy asked.
His thick cock pressed insistently against her hip. Angela’s mouth watered. She looked down the length of him to where the moist smear of pre-cum connected them. Looking back up, she made sure he could see the lust in her eyes.
“Hungry.” She licked her lips.
“Fuck!” Randy said, closing his eyes for a second.
Then Travis knelt next to her. “Up on your hands and knees, Angel. I want you to suck Randy’s dick while I fuck this sweet pussy.”
She scrambled to her hands and knees and looked up as Randy knelt in front of her. When she lowered her head to lick his cock, her hair fell over her face. Randy immediately pulled it back for her and held it as she ran her tongue around the rim of his cockhead. She felt his fist tighten in her hair as she did. She imagined him squeezing his eyes shut as she slowly sucked the spongy head into her mouth. She hummed around him and was rewarded when he laid his other hand against her cheek as she sucked on just the tip of him.
“Yes!” he hissed out.
Angela dipped the tip of her tongue through the slit, the tangy taste of him exploding across her tongue even as his cock pulsed in her mouth from the sensation. Nothing had ever made her feel this powerful before. She reveled in the knowledge that she was able to affect him like this. She, who had very little experience next to these amazing, wonderful men who claimed to love her, was giving him pleasure.
She pulled back and licked him from balls to tip then slowly drew him back, deep into her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat and she could take no more of him. His quick intake of breath told her how good it felt to him. When she swallowed around him still deep inside her mouth, he cursed and flexed his hands, one still holding her hair and the other at her cheek.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Your mouth is dangerous, honey. God, yes. Just like that.”
Angela smiled around his dick, her saliva dripping from her mouth as she rubbed her tongue all along the shaft that filled her mouth. She moved one hand up to caress his balls, letting most of her weight rest on her knees and other hand, trusting that Randy would keep her upright.
Already Randy’s balls were beginning to tighten in their sac. She massaged them as she began to milk his cock with her mouth. His heavy breathing and the grunting noises he made confirmed that he was close to losing control. She wanted to make him lose that control.
Though Travis was behind her standing at the edge of the bed caressing her ass cheeks and lower back, he didn’t interfere or pull her attentions away from his brother. His occasional comment of how beautiful she looked sucking Randy’s cock and how proud he was of how she was doing, only added fuel to her desire to make Randy fill her mouth with his cum. She wanted that part of him.
She scraped her teeth lightly across his cock on the next upstroke and knew she’d finally broken his control when he grasped her head with both hands, digging his nails into her scalp. He didn’t hold her head still while he fucked her mouth, but did keep a tight grip as he pumped his hips and she sucked on his cock. With a hoarse shout, he erupted into her mouth, filling her with streams of tangy cum that she struggled to swallow.
Randy collapsed to his side, pulling his spent dick from her mouth. Angela licked her lips clean, satisfied to see his tortured expression when she did. He gasped for breath for a few seconds then moved over toward her and smoothed his hand over her cheek before kissing her.
“That was amazing, Angela. You are amazing. Love you, honey.”
She smiled and rested her forehead against his for all of two seconds. Then Travis drove into her from behind in one quick thrust that took her breath.
Chapter Seventeen
“Ah, hell! You’re so fucking tight,” Travis gasped out. “Hot, wet, and perfect.”
Angela dropped her head to the bed and gasped for breath. He filled her to bursting with his thick cock. Randy might have been a bit longer than him, but he was broader. Even as wet as she’d been after her orgasm and sucking Randy, Travis hadn’t had an easy time entering her. Every nerve ending in her cunt was on fire, but the friction was delicious, edging her body toward another orgasm. Surely she wouldn’t have another one so soon.
Travis gripped her hips as he slowly pumped his dick in and out of her pussy. Each thrust grew harder and faster as she took him deep inside of her. She could feel her climax building in her blood stream and with each beat of her heart. Desperate for more, Angela met each of Travis’s thrusts with a backward thrust of her own.
“Faster, Travis!” She wanted to scream at him to pick up the damn pace.
He squeezed her ass cheeks then spread them wide as he continued to shaft in and out of her needy cunt slower than she wanted. When he pressed a finger against her tight anal opening, all she could do was hiss with need.
The feel of his finger pushing deeper into her back hole seemed to break something inside of her. Angela growled and glared at Travis over her shoulder. Why wasn’t he fucking her like he meant it? She needed harder and faster to come.
Just when she started to scream at him, Randy surprised her by pulling on both nipples at once, electrifying her body all over again. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh that sounded loud in her own ears. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on edge, waiting for the next sensation that would surely take her over the edge and into bliss.
“Fuck me, Travis! Oh, God, I need you harder.” Angela’s demand came out on a half sob.
As if that was all he had been waiting for, Travis sped up, ramming into her pussy almost as if his cock was a battering ram. Each plunge of his hard dick scooted her across the bed until Randy’s body stopped her from moving to the edge. Even as he held her in place, he rolled and pinched her nipples until she couldn’t tell where the pain left off and the pleasure took over. Every place they touched thrilled with excitement like live electricity, jumping from nerve to nerve up and down her body.
Travis kept that sneaky finger pumping in and out of
her ass in time with each lunge of his hips, burying his shaft deep inside her cunt. The pressure built until her ears were ringing with it.
With no warning, Angela’s orgasm sucked her into a whirlwind of pleasure, stealing her breath and ability to scream. Every muscle in her body quivered as they tightened to knots. When everything came rushing back into focus she collapsed on the bed face-first, her arms nothing more than limp spaghetti noodles. If it hadn’t been for Travis’s cock and the finger still lodged in her ass, she would have been ready for bed.
Somewhere during her blissful climax, Travis must have finished as well because she felt the combined evidence of their pleasure running down her leg. Considering the magnitude of her own orgasm, it was no wonder she hadn’t been aware when he had reached his. Even now, she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on around her. Everything felt dulled, moving in slow motion.
“Angel? You okay, baby?” Travis’s husky voice drew a smile from her.
“Um, hmm.”
He chuckled and slowly pulled from her spent body. “Hell, I’m done for. I’ve never felt anything like that, Angel. You’re fucking amazing.”
She couldn’t do anything more than smile when he kissed the base of her spine. She felt the bed dip, and then several minutes later a warm, wet cloth began cleaning their mess. She didn’t even bother to protest this time. She just didn’t have the energy.
Randy slowly slipped from in front of her and eased her down in the bed before climbing in next to her. She could hear the two men talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then one of them pulled the sheet up over her and she snuggled into Randy’s warm body before drifting off to sleep.
* * * *
Travis watched as the woman he loved more than anything else in the world snuggled into his brother’s arms and drifted off to sleep. He could still feel her body clamp down around his cock and taste her essence on his tongue. A shiver ran down his spine at the way she’d managed to rock his world in such a short time. He should be the happiest man alive right then. Instead, he was scared, scared that she was keeping something important from them.
