by Marie Carnay
No more fighting. No more arguments. If he earned half of Jessica Woodson’s love, he’d vow to be the best brother possible to Gage. Together, the three of them would be unstoppable.
Mmm. Jess slid down his shaft and Holt stopped thinking. Up and down she bobbed, licking the underside as she came back up, taking a bit more as she slid back down. Her hands slipped between her lips and his hips, stroking where she couldn’t suck.
The woman was a tornado swirling around his thighs, ripping pleasure out of him with her force.
As she ran her tongue along his shaft, Holt waved Gage over. He didn’t need to stand on the sidelines. They were in this together from now on. No more holding back. No more hesitation. Jess loved them and they loved her.
It was meant to be.
As if on cue, Jess pulled back and Holt’s dick popped free. She turned to Gage. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just enjoying the view.”
“Stop being a wallflower, this is a party for three, remember?”
Gage stepped up behind her and reached between her legs. “Mmm. Yes. I remember.” He slid closer and Jess moaned.
God, Holt would never tire of hearing that sound or seeing bliss spread across her face. It didn’t matter that he had to share. MacIntoshes could handle it. Together they could handle anything.
Holt reached up and slid his hands through her hair, guiding Jess back to his cock. Her lips slipped over his tip as Gage fell to his knees behind her.
She moaned as Gage angled his body, spreading her legs wider and wider. He disappeared beneath her and Jess shuddered around Holt’s cock. Oh, yes. Jess’s lips quivered, her fingers shook, and as Gage licked her pussy, she took Holt deeper than ever before.
His head bumped her throat and she flattened her tongue to open up for him. His cock eased further down and she convulsed around him, half-moaning, half-choking on his girth. He tugged on her hair, but she wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t slow down. Again and again Jess took him, shaking as her own pleasure built.
Another pass of her lips and Holt's hips took over, instinct and drive working his cock deeper inside her mouth with every stroke. As the stirrings of his orgasm built, Jess reached up and dug her fingers into his skin.
She urged him on, dragging his hips toward her mouth, begging him to take control. To fuck her mouth like he’d fuck her pussy. He couldn’t refuse.
With a groan, Holt grabbed her face in his hands and pumped. She moaned in satisfaction. He thrust again and she trembled with pleasure. Over and over he passed her lips, filling her mouth and bumping her throat as Gage reveled in her sweet cream below.
An orgasm rocketed through her, sending a keening wail up her throat and over Holt’s cock. He came in a torrent, pumping his release inside her mouth as she sagged against him.
As the last of his orgasm faded out, he let her go and Gage caught her as she slid to the floor.
He set her on the bed and Holt slid over.
“I’m sorry, Jess, I don’t know what came over me.”
She smiled. “Don’t apologize, Holt. We’re just getting started.”
“You’re right, we are.” Gage slid up on the other side and grinned. “This bed’s not as big as our usual, but I think we can manage.” He stroked Jess’s hip and she shivered. “Please tell me you’ve got condoms.”
“Not a one, but it doesn’t matter.”
Holt blinked. “What are you saying?”
Jess climbed up next to him. “I’m on the pill and I’m done with anything coming between us. No secrets. No lies. No barriers. I want to feel you come.” She turned her head and gave Gage a smile. “Both of you.”
Holt exhaled. He’d never want another woman the way he wanted Jess. From her acceptance and honesty to her strength and love, she was more than they deserved. More than he ever thought possible. And she was all theirs.
JESS
Everything she wanted was right there, teetering on the edge of her too-small bed. She should have bought a king mattress and wedged it into the bedroom like wall-to-wall carpet. Too bad at the time she didn’t know this would be her future.
Jess turned to watch as Gage stripped. Sexy shoulders, defined abs. Body she loved to worship. She reached behind her and stroked Holt’s chest. He was just as stunning. If she could spend the rest of her life laughing, she would. This was too much, too incredible, too everything.
A few days before, she had thought it was all over. Gone. But there they were, naked and ready for her.
Jess reached for Gage as she closed her eyes. “I want you both with nothing between us.”
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.” Gage bent down and as his lips brushed hers, all the happiness that had swelled inside her burst.
Gage eased her down onto the mattress and Holt slid to her feet. He kissed her ankles and spread her legs.
“Please, I can’t wait any—”
“Shh.” Holt spread her wide open, kissing a trail from her knee to her swollen sex. “I need a taste.” He leaned in and licked across her folds, pausing to flick her clit. She thrashed on the bed.
Gage palmed her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb until she cried out. He took it in his mouth and her whole body arched off the bed.
They overwhelmed her with their tongues and hands, stroking and licking and amping up her pleasure. She needed them inside her.
Jess cried out as Gage sucked on her nipples, flicking first one and then the other. Holt licked again, rubbing his tongue over her clit until she panted for them both.
“You’re so close, Jess. Come for us and we’ll give you what you want.” With two fingers, Holt dipped inside her, slow shallow thrusts that had her bucking on the mattress and mewling like a kitten.
Gage trailed his hands over her breasts, circling her nipples without touching. “Mmm. That’s right. Come and we’ll fill you up. Body to body. Skin to skin.”
Yes! It was all she wanted. All she could think about. Their two cocks, hard and ready, pumping inside her… Coming inside her.
As Gage stroked her breasts, Holt pumped deeper, curling his fingers against her walls. It was too much and not enough. She reached for his head and he kissed her fingers before descending once more.
Holt added his tongue, rolling her clit around faster and faster as he thrust his fingers. Her arms fell to her side and Gage took advantage, swooping down and capturing her mouth. His tongue danced around hers and Holt lapped at her clit and Oh!
The orgasm hit her like a hurricane, pleasure flooding her senses and tossing her about. Before she even came down, the brothers pulled away. Gage climbed up onto the bed and tugged her down on top of him. She lolled into his chest.
“You’re sure about this?” His voice landed hot and needy in her ear.
“I’m sure.” With a groan, he angled her hips, pulling her down onto his cock as the last of her orgasm faded. Before she blinked, she’d taken him all.
Gage kneaded her ass with his hands as he thrust from beneath her. Every pump of his hips sent her higher. How had she managed without them? As Gage worked into a rhythm, Holt climbed up behind her.
His hands slid up her back and his cock slipped between her spread cheeks. “I can wait if you want me to.”
“No. I’m ready.”
A kiss on her shoulder and the sound of a bottle opening and Jess moaned in anticipation. Holt’s hand slid, warm and wet with lube, across her ass. “I’ll go slow.”
She nodded and he pressed his cock against her tight entrance, easing her open. Gage stroked her thighs, his hands running up and down her sweat-slicked skin as Holt grabbed her hips. Oh! The rush as his swollen head pushed past her entrance. The strange, wicked pleasure as his cock edged deeper.
Two men inside her, all over her, filling her up and making her moan. It was everything she’d needed and walked away from. Everything she thought she’d lost. She wanted them to take her—to give in to every base need and desire they held back. Every instinct to thrust and g
rind against her. She wanted them to come apart.
With a sigh, she collapsed against Gage and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t hold back. Not this time.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded against his fevered skin and he thrust, ramming his cock deep as Holt pulled back. She groaned and trembled. “Yes.”
Jess was surrounded and consumed by the MacIntosh brothers. Cocks and hands and chests, pressing into her and turning her on. They fucked in rhythm, one pulling back while the other surged forward, taking their pleasure as they gave her even more.
An orgasm rose up from the remains of her last, demanding she let go. Holt reached between their slick bodies to wrap his arm around her waist. He squeezed as he picked up speed, pumping deeper, claiming every inch Jess could give.
Jess cried out, clawing at the sheets as Gage planted his hands on her hips. She was stretched to the limit and each slice of cock through her heat sent a new, stronger surge of pleasure through her. Her nipples scraped against Gage’s chest, her legs quivered, and she surrendered to everything: joy, love, the future.
The orgasm stole her breath and Jess froze, muscles clamping hard and fast around both men. Her vision flared white, her ears hummed and as she screamed, Holt and Gage came.
Chapter 26
JESS
Voices filtered into the bedroom and Jess rolled over with a groan. The past twenty-four hours whirled through her mind. Wow. Holt and Gage were a pair of never-ending surprises. The suite at the St. Regis was definitely a good one.
She stretched out on the fluffy expanse of white, body sore in all the right places. This wasn’t some temporary assignment any longer. Gone were the what ifs, the worry, the knowledge it would all end in a few days. Holt and Gage loved her and she’d promised to come back to New York with them.
Thank God she didn’t get a real cat.
At last, she slipped on a robe and padded out into the kitchen. Holt stood at the counter, his face full of excitement and hope. Gage paced, his phone glued to his ear, his eyes bright and shining.
“Are you sure?… When did it happen?… And the board?” Gage closed his eyes. “Thank you, Wilson.”
"What’s going on?”
He opened his eyes and rushed to her before picking her up, white cotton robe and all. “You, my darling, are magical.”
“Put me down!”
He spun her around. “Thanks to you, Nicky Gordon was arrested this morning.”
Jess’s mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”
“He’s a bit giddy, to be honest, but it’s the truth.” Holt stood up and joined them in the kitchen. “The board convened an hour ago. They are recommending the sale be approved. We’re going to buy MacIntosh Hotels after all.”
Jess jumped up and hugged Holt with all her might. I did it! After all the drama and heartache, she had put her skills to work and uncovered the truth. It wasn't the type of piece she'd planned, but in the end, her interview was a success.
“This is all because of you, Jess.” Gage slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “If you hadn’t dug into the development here... If you hadn’t gone after Nicky Gordon, he would have gotten away with everything.”
Holt agreed. “He would have run our father’s company into the ground, launched his own hotel line, and we would have lost you.” He bent to kiss her lips and all the gratitude his words expressed blossomed inside Jess’s heart. “We owe you the world, Jess.”
“I only wish I’d figured it out sooner. He bought so many buildings in my neighborhood. Some were so beautiful. Yes, they needed work, but they had history. Each one of those houses had seen countless families and lives pass through them.” She frowned. “Now they’re all gone.”
Gage ran his fingers up her back. “Get dressed. There’s somewhere we want to go.”
“Now?”
Holt nodded. “Right now.”
Jess stepped out of the limo into the bright Atlanta sun. A worn down old house with grand columns and peeling paint stood in front of her. From the boarded-up windows to the sagging roof, she would know it anywhere. It was one of the houses Nicky had purchased. The big orange condemned sign gave it away.
In a matter of days, it would be torn down like the two behind it and the three down the line on the street. The last gasp of history in her neighborhood would be gone forever.
“What do you think?” Gage stopped by her side.
“It’s a shame money bought off the city planning department. All those memories, lost.”
“No, about the house itself.”
Jess frowned and looked up. “It’s beautiful. Look at the detail along the roof line and around the windows. It must have been a showplace a hundred years ago.”
“Built in 1924 as a vacation home for a wealthy family, I believe.” Holt nudged her in the ribs. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“We hoped this would be the start of a new enterprise for us.”
“What, some kind of home renovation company? You can’t be serious.”
Gage chuckled. “Boutique hotels, actually. Think quaint bed and breakfasts but with all the amenities of a five-star hotel. Ultra-exclusive, the best food and spa, even top-line security.”
Jess glanced back up at the dilapidated mansion. “You would turn this into a hotel?”
“And the five or six houses still standing. A few were knocked down, but we can turn the open space into a garden and a pool.”
Jess peered down the street. She’d walked down this block five days a week on her way to the train. Every time she passed the houses with their boarded up front doors and falling apart porches, she’d wished for something like this.
She looked back at Gage. “Why are you doing this?”
“Nicky did a lot of damage here. He didn’t care about the houses. All he wanted was to build another big-box high rise and cram as many guests inside as possible. Every one of these houses was scheduled to be demolished in a week. This way we save the history and remember it.”
They had each spent their lives held back by the past: Jess staying out of the limelight because of her father’s fears, Holt and Gage at war with each other over their father’s legacy. But it wasn’t all bad—this little city block of history brought them together.
Without Nicky and his fraud, Jess would never have met the two men she loved. She smiled. And now they were going to take his destruction and turn it into something wonderful. “Thank you, both.”
“What about calling it The Woodson?”
Jess laughed. “That’s a joke, right?”
“No.”
She laughed harder and patted Gage on the chest. “I’m flattered, really. But no one is going to come to a boutique hotel with my last name on it.”
Holt shrugged. “Anything better in mind?”
Jess considered it. “Well, you do own MacIntosh Hotels again. Why not call it what it is?”
“What’s that?”
“A MacIntosh Boutique.”
Holt reached out and tugged her to him. “You’re sure we can’t name it after you?”
She smiled. “I’m sure. I’ve gone on national television, I’ve told the whole world I’m head over heels for you two. I think that’s enough attention on me for a long, long time.”
Gage stepped closer and nuzzled her ear. “I think MacIntosh is the perfect name.”
“You do?”
He kissed her neck. “At some point, it’ll be your name, too.”
Jess smiled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mr. MacIntosh. I’m not marrying either of you yet.”
“We can be patient, isn’t that right Holt?”
“As long as it takes.”
Jess couldn’t get over how much her life had changed. A few weeks before, she’d been lonely and stuck in a rut. Now she was wrapped up in the arms of two men who wanted to make all her dreams come true. It wasn't typical, but neither was she.
She couldn’t wait to see what the future held for all three of them.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
JESS
“Are you ready Ms. Woodson?”
Jess nodded at the publicist. “Two minutes?”
“Sure. Take all the time you need.”
She glanced out the stained glass window to the lush grounds. Holt and Gage had outdone themselves. The first MacIntosh Boutique was beyond her wildest expectations.
Every house had been meticulously restored back to its original glory. What once was a neighborhood eyesore, was now the jewel in its crown.
Jess glanced up as her two amazing men stepped into the room. They had never looked more dashing. “I think they’re waiting for us.”
“Let them wait. There’s one more thing we need to do.”
“What?”
Both brothers dropped to their knees.
Gage spoke first. “This.” He pulled a box from his suit jacket pocket and handed it to Holt.
Holt opened it and ring inside sparkled beneath the antique chandelier. “We told you a few months right outside these walls that the MacIntosh name would be yours someday, too.”
Gage continued. “Now we’re asking. We love you, Jess. Will you marry us?”
Her eyes pricked with joy as she held out her hand. “Yes. A million times, yes.”
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