by Maya Banks
Hot tears sloshed over the rims of her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. It wasn’t even sadness that prompted her emotional outburst. She was quite simply overwhelmed.
“Don’t cry, sweet pea.”
Greer cupped her face and kissed away the damp trails. Then his mouth fused hungrily to hers again. He pressed forward and Taggert pulled her back. They bumped into the bed and went down in a tangle of arms and legs.
She came to rest on her side, Taggert melded to her back, his palm sliding sensuously over her hip, her waist and up to cup her breast. Greer leaned up on his elbow in front of her, and he stroked his hand through her hair, pulling each strand and letting it dangle from his fingers.
He lowered his hand to her belly, and she trembled as he traveled lower to the juncture of her legs. He trailed a fingertip through the short curls and hovered tantalizingly over the hood of her femininity.
Then he pressed. Just a gentle push and slid past her folds. His fingertip fluttered over her clit. Once, twice.
A low moan escaped her and she arched her pelvis forward, seeking more of his touch.
Taggert simply held her, his hands coaxing over her skin like a balm. Safe. Comforting.
She existed in a sensual haze, their heat wrapping around her like the strongest of bonds.
Taggert slid one hand over her behind and then between her legs. He lifted, inserting his knee between her thighs, opening her wider to Greer’s advances.
Greer’s fingers sank lower, gliding through her wetness until he circled her opening, tracing the sensitive mouth, teasing.
Taggert petted her, caressing a line from the small of her back over the plump flesh of her behind and then lower until his fingers were mere centimeters away from where Greer’s delved into her wetness.
They took turns, Greer’s long finger easing inward then retreating. He spread her fluids over her flesh until her clit slid easily under his touch. Then Taggert eased a finger inside, teasing and touching the walls of her pussy.
One inside, stroking, the other stroking her clit. A long burned-out fire came to life, catching the wind and spreading wildly through her veins.
Greer leaned down and tugged a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently in rhythm with his fingers. Her hair slid over her back as she arched, offering herself more fully to him.
Her dreams, her most secret fantasies had nothing on the reality of having these two men make love to her.
The rush of her impending orgasm left her breathless, that long, sharp build-up, the strain and tension and the delectable wait for the inevitable explosion. Too long her desires had lain dormant, but now they roared to life, her body awakened. Fierce need assailed her, pulling and stretching her until she cried out for mercy.
But she wanted none, and they knew it.
Her breath tore from her lips. She panted and arched her body, twisting and writhing. Taggert added another finger, plunging them into her tight passage. Greer pressed against her clit and rotated, finding just the right amount of pressure. His teeth grazed her nipple and she flew.
Her scream rippled through the room, primal and hoarse. Greer’s mouth crashed down over hers, swallowing her cry of pleasure, and he continued to ravage her, taking as much as she would give.
She clung desperately to him, clutching his shoulders as she raised her mouth to meet his. Taggert’s teeth sank into her shoulder, and she let out a gasp. He sucked hard, and she knew she’d have a mark. His mark.
Greer’s fingers left her quivering clit, and he eased his hand over her belly, leaving a faint trail of her moisture. He cradled one breast, plumping it in his palm as his thumb brushed over the sensitive nub.
She closed her eyes and sank back against Taggert. His arms came around her, holding her steady as she sagged. Then he simply rolled her over, taking her from Greer.
Impatiently he pushed at her legs, hoisting them up, bending them at the knees then nudging higher still until she was completely open and vulnerable to him.
He rose over her, positioned himself at her opening and in one push, thrust himself to the hilt.
Her eyes flew open, her body arched and spasmed. She struggled wildly as she tried to process the overriding sensations bombarding her from every quarter. God, he was big. Thick and heavy. She was tight around him. So tight she didn’t know how he’d manage to move. But move he did.
He planted a hand on either side of her head, his eyes locked with hers. Fire and determination lit their depths. Love. Passion. He had the most beautiful eyes.
Slowly he dragged himself out, until only the blunt head of his cock rested just inside her entrance.
“Please,” she whispered. “Take me, Taggert. Love me. Make me yours. I’ve always been yours.”
His jaw tightened, and he closed his eyes as if fighting for control. But she didn’t want his movements to be measured. She wanted him raw and passionate. She wanted him as crazy as she was.
She reached down to touch him. Slid her finger up his length then back to where they were joined. If possible he grew even harder.
“Emmy, stop,” he rasped. “God, what you do to me.”
She smiled up at him. “Take me, Tagg. Don’t hold back. You won’t hurt me.”
She accentuated her words by trailing her hand back up to cup his sac. Squeezing gently, she rolled the heavy weights in her palm.
With a tortured groan, he surged forward, ripping himself from her grasp. She pulled her hand away and reached for his arm, his shoulder, anything to steady herself with.
His sac rubbed erotically against her behind as he strained to get deeper within her. Her legs doubled back, trapped between their bodies, kept her wide open to whatever he wanted to do.
A shift on the bed had her turning her head. Greer. She’d nearly forgotten about him, but he lay there next to her, his gaze locked on her. Their eyes met and he caressed her cheek, brushing back her hair as Taggert withdrew and stroked forward again.
There was an unspoken promise in his eyes. He would have her next.
She shuddered and twisted, restless as pleasure rose again from deep inside. No longer locked behind a wall of grief and pain, she soared. She’d forgotten what it felt like to feel the wind in her face.
She reached for Greer’s hand, and she gripped the back of Taggert’s neck with her other hand. She rose to meet each thrust, gasping as he grasped her buttocks, lifting so he could achieve greater depth.
He was hard where she was soft, and they blended seamlessly together. Back and forth, he plunged, his body cupped protectively over hers.
“Don’t stop,” she urged. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t baby. I won’t.”
Taggert leaned down, letting her legs fall to the sides. His chest lowered until her breasts were flattened against it. His tongue tangled wildly with hers.
His hips rose and fell, and she strained upward, reaching, wanting release again. It was different this time, not as lazy as before. It was sharper, faster, more impatient, and before she could open her mouth to beg—for what she wasn’t even sure—the room blurred and she fell long and hard.
Taggert emitted a hoarse shout and then an agonized groan. He tightened over her, and he thrust frantically until finally he went still, his cock still wedged deep inside her.
His hips twitched spasmodically, and he collapsed onto her, his forehead resting against hers. After a long moment, his harsh breathing slowed and he gently kissed each eyelid.
“I love you,” he murmured.
Her heart clenched, and she closed her eyes, absorbing the moment. His love. The sated, sluggish feeling that crawled through her veins.
She felt Greer’s fingers trail over her arm in a lazy, reassuring manner, and her senses reeled at the idea that he was there, waiting.
Taggert kissed her again and then carefully rolled away. He rose from the bed and went to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a towel cupped over his groin. He carefully wiped and then gently cleaned the sticky se
men from the insides of her thighs.
When he was done, he tossed the towel away and lay on her other side. She was flat on her back, her gaze too unfocused to do more than trace random patterns on the ceiling.
Greer’s hand rested on her belly, rubbed gentle circles before moving to palm first one breast and then the other. Instead of rising as she expected, he simply reached for her, pulling her up and over him until she blanketed his body.
She loved the feel of him underneath her. Hard, big, so strong. His hands stroked her body until she swore she purred like a sated cat. She arched into his caresses then dropped her head to kiss him.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “You taste just like I dreamed you’d taste.”
She smiled and nipped at his bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth. Then she all but crawled up his body so she could position her breasts at his mouth. She wanted his lips around her nipples, wanted to feel the erotic pull of his mouth.
“Can you take me?” he asked hoarsely. “I don’t want to hurt you, Emmy. If you’re tired or sore I’ll wait.”
Ignoring his question, she shimmied back down his body until his cock nudged impatiently between her legs.
“The question is, can you take me?”
His eyes gleamed and sparked as he stared up at her. “Do you worst, love.”
With a smile, she reached down and tucked his cock to her opening, rising up as she did. He was as big and hard as Taggert, but God he looked longer. She glanced nervously at him then back again.
His hand rested on her waist but he waited, not pushing.
“I won’t hurt you, Emmy,” he said softly. “Take as much of me or as little of me as you want. It’s all up to you.”
She eased down, feeling him stretch her as she lowered herself onto him. He reached to hold her, to offer support and she grasped his arms for leverage.
Her knees dug into his sides, and she closed her eyes before rising to give her better position to take all of him. The sensation of him filling her was delicious. So hard, big and thick.
Already she panted, her body coiling into a tight ball of intense sexual heat. She came down forcefully, gasping as she stretched more when he pushed deeper.
“Take it easy, baby,” Greer chided as he lifted her hips to ease the burn.
“No,” she whimpered. She wanted it all. All of him. All he had to give.
She released his arms and placed her palms flat on his chest, rose over him and slammed down, taking him into her body in one heated rush.
His fingers curled into her hips at the same time a breathless curse slipped past his lips.
“Ride me, Emmy. Make me yours.”
Her fingers curled into the hair on his chest. She rose and fell, gripping him with her knees. She rotated, bucked and took him hard.
Her hair slid forward, a curtain over her shoulders. The strands tickled Greer’s skin, and he wrapped his hands in them, gathering until his fists rested on her shoulders. Then he extricated his fingers and let them slide down her body until he cupped her breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his thumb and forefinger.
Her pussy fluttered and convulsed wetly around him, and unbelievably her orgasm rose when just moments before she’d been limp and sated.
“Come with me,” she whispered. “When I do.”
“Always. Always with you.”
She closed her eyes as he raised a hand to her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm, enjoying the simple pleasure of his touch.
Fluidly she arched over him, undulating, finding a smooth rhythm that had them both straining. Their harsh breaths filled the air, and when she opened her eyes, her unfocused gaze found Taggert, still lying on the bed, his eyes glowing with lust. And love. For her. All for her.
She reached for his hand even as she gripped Greer with her other. She stared at them both with all her love for them to see. The words stuck in her throat. She was too gripped by emotion to force them past stiff lips. But she could show them.
She guided Greer’s hand down to where they were joined, and he slipped a finger through her folds until he found her swollen little nub. His fingers spread the hood, baring her clit to his touch. He stroked, just light little touches but it was enough to send her right over the edge.
She jerked, gripping Taggert’s fingers until they were bloodless. A low cry of desperation burst from her chest. It hurt. God, the tension was so great she was going to shatter.
Up and down, she slammed against his body, driving him deeper, harder.
“Emmy!” Greer cried.
His finger pressed hard against her clit, and she shattered. He arched convulsively into her, and she was too tired, too devastated to continue the ride. So he held her hips and did the work as his release flooded into her.
Long after she’d slumped forward, his hips rose, his thrusts easing in and out of her. And then he wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close she could feel the frantic beat of his heart.
He kissed her hair and then her temple. He raised his hands to pull the heavy curtain away from her face, and she lay limply over him, absorbing his strength.
“Ours now,” he murmured. “Ours, Emmy.”
She smiled and glanced lazily up at Taggert who lay there still watching. She raised her hand and he laced their fingers together before letting them fall to the bed beside him.
“Yours,” she said simply.
CHAPTER TEN
Emily lay between Greer and Taggert, one arm and leg thrown over Taggert and her head resting on his shoulder. Spooned behind her, Greer rested his hand possessively on her hip and he kissed her bare shoulder.
Peace. For the first time in a year peace filled her. Sweet. Unending. So exquisite she wanted the moment to last forever.
With a wistful sigh she snuggled a little deeper into the crook of Taggert’s arm.
Some of the constant ache she’d lived with ever since Sean’s death dissipated as she felt the steady reassurance of Taggert’s heartbeat and Greer’s warm lips brushed across her skin.
And then, because she couldn’t stand another moment without saying it, she whispered, “I love you.”
They both went still beside her, their bodies tense. Not even the sounds of their breathing could be heard. The silence hurt her ears. It was harsh. A white void that filled her with insecurity all over again. It was too easy to go back to that awful day when her world had irrevocably been turned upside down.
“Do you mean that, Emmy?” Greer asked as he stroked the curve of her behind.
Taggert raised his head to stare into her eyes. There was such hope reflected in his gaze. And fear. She found herself staring at the same insecurity that rocketed through her chest.
“I’ve always loved you. That’s never changed. It didn’t change when I married Sean. I loved him. I loved you. I’ll always love all of you.”
Greer put his lips to her shoulder again and left them there. She felt the slight tremble as if he were trying valiantly to come up with just the right words.
Taggert shifted and came up on one elbow. He touched her cheek, his finger tracing the line of her jaw and then lightly feathering across her lips.
“I love you too, Songbird. I think I’ve always loved you.”
Her heart swelled, and she swallowed to alleviate the discomfort. An ache bloomed but a different kind of ache. Not the sharp, incessant pain of grief and longing. This was overwhelming. Hope budding and unfurling like a flower seeking the sun.
“I love you,” Greer whispered against her skin. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
She closed her eyes against the sting of tears. It wasn’t fair. How could she hope to have it all when she didn’t have Sean?
“Emmy, look at me.”
Taggert’s command, tender and coaxing, penetrated the fog swirling in her mind. She forced her gaze to his, her lips trembling even as he continued to stroke his thumb over her mouth.
“Tell me why you blame yourself for what happened.”
Her
pulse jumped and stuttered. She tried to shrink away, but she was caught between the two men. There was nowhere to run.
“Sean gave up so much for me. For my dream. He loved me. Protected me. He died protecting me.”
Greer kissed her nape, and his fingers curled over her shoulder in a gesture of comfort.
“He grabbed my throat—the attacker—he was so angry. He kept saying I’d ruined everything. He was…” She could feel his hand tightening around her neck. Feel the pressure as he squeezed. Remember the absolute knowledge that she was going to die. “He had to be some obsessed fan or someone like my father who felt my career was an abomination,” she finished in a barely audible voice. “My singing, my gift, killed Sean. I should have been happy to have just been with him and away from my father. We could have had a wonderful life, but I was so determined to prove my father wrong. My anger and my resentment killed the man I loved more than anything.”
Taggert sucked in a stuttering breath. His hand fell away from her face for a moment, and she refused to look up at him. She didn’t want to see judgment in his eyes.
“Is that why you won’t sing?” Greer asked.
Her hand flew to her neck. Her pulse jumped crazily against her fingertips.
“I can’t,” she said honestly.
“You will, Songbird,” Taggert said. “Right now you’re afraid, but when you feel safe again, you’ll sing.”
She shook her head, but he leaned down and kissed her, refuting her denial.
“It’s not your fault,” Greer said as Taggert pulled away. “You can’t second-guess your entire life. Sean was proud of you. He loved you. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. You know that, Emmy. If you look past your hurt and grief, you’d admit to yourself that he’d have no regrets.”
“No, he wouldn’t,” she said quietly. “But I do.”
“So do I,” Taggert said. “But I can’t torture myself forever over them. All I can do is try to make things right. With you. I want the chance, Emmy.”
She lay back, staring at the ceiling as she listened to Taggert’s and Greer’s rough breathing beside her.
“Are you sure?” she asked even as her chest swelled with hope. “Is this something you both want or is this a sympathy move for your dead brother’s wife?”
