by Sharan Daire
I thought a moment, trying to come up with something that would be on the same level as a fake football play they wanted to run in the bedroom. Something that would shake that cocky gleam in Derek’s eyes and make Chris rumble at the same time.
An idea came to me…
If I was brave enough to try it.
Chris turned toward me, catching my chin in his hand so he could tip my face up to his. “Uh huh, I thought so. What do you have in mind, Shel?”
“Well,” I said slowly, gathering my courage. “Derek promised he’d work up to anal so I could have two of you at the same time.”
“Fucking hell,” Chris growled, glaring at the other man. “Why’d you promise something like that?”
“I asked,” I said quickly, trying to take some of the heat off him, though I wasn’t sure why that would offend Chris. Maybe the idea revolted him? Though I’d assumed most guys would be all over the chance. “The first night that Kaleb joined us.”
“And what did I tell you that night?” Derek drawled in that slow, knowing sheriff tone.
“It would take practice,” I replied. “And lube. Lots of lube, Kaleb said.”
“That’s not something to try in a tub the first time,” Chris said.
“The first step would work just fine,” Derek countered.
“It’s fine,” I said quickly. “I’d probably hate it too.”
“Hate it too? Since it was D’s idea, I’m assuming you mean me.” I could hear a hint of a smile in Chris’ voice, though he still looked put out. Business as usual.
“Yeah…? You seemed mad at him for suggesting it.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “Only because I’m too damned thick to even think about it without hurting you.”
My face caught on fire. “Oh,” I replied in a small voice, trying not to squirm. He was probably right. He was damned thick and wide and so damned good…
“I am too, honestly,” Derek said in a smug tone. “At least for a beginner. Though we’re all rather blessed in that department. Right, sugar?”
Resisting the urge to fan my face, I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to get a grip on myself. “I’m not complaining.”
They both laughed like I’d made the funniest joke of the century. I couldn’t even be mad or embarrassed, either. Not with such incredibly built men ready and willing to blow my ever-loving mind. Though Chris was right. I loved the tub, but I’d much rather be in a comfortable bed than slipping and splashing around in the tub. Someone would have to clean up the water again.
Without saying a word, I reached over and unplugged the tub to start draining the water. Both men immediately stood and offered me a hand, steadying me as I stepped out of the tub. I slipped a little on the wet slate, making Chris mutter a curse beneath his breath. I couldn’t help but hurry, even if I might slip. I wanted to get out, get dry, and get busy.
Stat.
12
Shelby
“We’re going to take this nice and slow, Shel.” Chris lay flat on his back, his body deceptively relaxed. One arm curled over his head. One knee bent slightly. But his cock held my attention, thick and erect despite the hot bath we’d just been in. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and my knees weakened. It was all I could do not to crawl up his body like a tree and take him inside me as quickly as possible.
Slow. Yeah right.
I swung a thigh over his stomach, resisting the urge to sink down over his cock. I wanted him inside me. Now. But taking him inside me straight away would be uncomfortable without some priming.
Eyes heavy and dark, he smirked up at me. “That’s not very slow.”
“That view, though.” Derek lay on his side beside us, propped up on his elbow so he could watch everything. “I’m pretty jealous right now.”
I checked his face to read his expression, relieved to see the corner of his mouth quirked up, his eyes blazing but not with real jealousy or anger. I thought he was joking, but I needed to be sure. Matching the teasing light in his eyes, I replied, “Thanks for giving me the idea earlier.”
Not that Chris needed any ideas, but one of his palms massaged my thigh, while his other glided over my lower stomach. Up between my breasts. Tracing the column of my throat. Kneading my shoulders.
Teasing me. Just as Derek had teased. Because he very carefully avoided my breasts.
It was a good tease, though. Slow and gentle, as if we had all the time in the world. My brain certainly knew that we were never in a rush, but my body had other ideas most of the time. I was so starved for touch and affection. I just couldn’t seem to get enough.
Most of the time that meant getting one of them inside me as quickly as possible.
One benefit of having four lovers… Even if one finished quickly because of my frantic desire, there was always another man eager to pick up where his friend had left off. Even better if they touched me at the same time.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, Derek slid closer, rising up so he could kiss me. He didn’t take command like he usually did. This was more like a sampling. Like I was a tasting menu, and he was determined to enjoy every single drop as slowly as possible.
Soft little nibbling kisses. The lazy swirl of his tongue across my lips. His teeth brushing over my bottom lip playfully. Not a bite, just a massage with a slightly harder texture.
I ran my left hand up and down the incredible ridges of Chris’ stomach beneath me, while I hooked my other arm around Derek’s neck. He added his big palms to the slow, torturous massage, swirling up and down my back. His fingers stroking over my neck. My cheek. Up and down the hollow of my throat. Down the center of my body.
And that was where my brain got confused. Short-wired. Because they ran their hands over each other to continue stroking me.
Like it was no big deal. Two men touching each other. While they touched me.
I didn’t think they were romantic with each other. Not in the slightest. But I hadn’t expected two such alpha, macho men to not get belligerent because another man had touched him. Especially Chris and Derek, the two most dominant, commanding men of the four.
They’d joked about tag teaming, as if they both wouldn’t be able to be in bed with me at the same time without annoying each other. So for them to touch each other…
For my pleasure.
It lit a fire in me. A low moan tore out of my throat.
“Now that’s a sound I’d wait for a thousand years in order to hear again.” Chris arched his back beneath me, lifting me up a little. Reminding me that I could have him inside me at any time. I just had to start the blissful work of taking him.
I reached back to grip his cock, amazed all over again at how thick he was. Muscles quivering with anticipation, I lifted up on my knees, but I wasn’t quite tall enough to get a good angle.
With unspoken teamwork—as if they’d done this a thousand times—they easily lifted me up. Chris’ hand on my waist, Derek gripping my right arm, they helped me get into position. Sinking down over Chris’ cock, I gasped and wriggled and squirmed. So much sensation. The fullness was agonizingly good. So good, but almost too much too.
He might be grumpy ninety-nine percent of the time, but in matters of the bedroom, he had the patience of a saint. With such a thick cock, he had to be. Panting and sweaty already, I finally settled back on his groin with his dick fully sheathed inside me.
Eyes narrowed, he whispered, “Too much?”
“God, no,” I moaned as I shifted, unable to sit still. My pussy clenched and pulsed around him, making a muscle tick across his jaw, though he didn’t move or buck his hips up. “I think I’m going to come before you even do anything.”
“Mmmm,” Derek whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Please do. Take your pleasure, sugar. Make him sweat. Make him groan and curse. Come all over him.”
Take. Yes. It was such a unique experience to be the center of their attention. To have my desire and wants the focus of what we were doing. Chris could have gripped my
hips and thrust up into me, pushing me over the edge while easing his own need. Instead, he just lay beneath me, his face tensing. His eyes rolling back in his head. His breath catching on a guttural groan. His fingers tightened, digging into my flesh. Fighting the urge to hold me still so he could thrust.
Everything locked down inside me, tightening and coiling to the breaking point. Crying out with release, I quivered and moaned, rocking helplessly with his rock-hard dick spearing me, giving me no quarter.
I sagged forward, folding my arms on Chris’ chest. Sweat dampened his skin, his breathing deep and rapid, but he didn’t come. Leaning forward changed his angle, putting pressure on new points inside me that made another wave of pleasure ripple through me.
“Fucking hell. You’re going to be the death of me.”
Derek moved behind me. On me. His chest on my back. His arms braced on either side of Chris’ body.
My brain hiccupped. He had to be straddling Chris to get so close to me.
Wide-eyed, I searched his face, looking for any hesitation or trace of upset that another man was so close to him. For such a dominant man…
His fingers locked around my nape, pulling my mouth down to his. “A quarterback is used to being at the bottom of the pile. I’m fine with getting my jersey a bit dirty as long as I get to taste you.”
Derek laughed roughly against my ear. “I volunteer to be at the bottom of the dogpile next time, as long as I get to be inside you.”
He gave me—us—a bit more of his weight. His chest pressing me down, sandwiching me against Chris. My eyelids flickered shut, soaking in the bliss of having them both against me. On me. Solid muscle and heat and strength.
“Ready?” Chris asked.
I opened my eyes, but he looked up at Derek, not me.
Derek’s fingers stroked over my ass, making my eyes roll back in my head. I’d missed him grabbing lube, but I could feel the cool, slick smear along my crack. My breath caught, my heart pounding.
“No pain,” Chris said. I didn’t know if he meant to remind me, or Derek, but the other man repeated his words in confirmation.
Chris tightened his fingers on my nape, squeezing gently until I met his gaze. “If you want him to stop, say red. No questions. No hesitation. Yeah?”
I wasn’t scared. Not exactly. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me. I just didn’t know if I’d actually like it. Though if I could have them both inside me… I nodded, my heart thudding like a galloping horse.
Chris flexed beneath me, lifting his hips on a slow, rocking roll that made me gasp and tighten my fingers on his chest. It wasn’t a thrust, exactly. More of a nudge. But for a man of his size, it lit up every nerve-ending with sensation, both inside and out, because Derek continued to rub and tease. The tip of his index finger pushed against my asshole as Chris rocked up beneath me. A sheet of fire rippled across my scalp and down my spine. Again, as Chris continued that slow roll, pushing me up. Up against Derek, slowly penetrating me a bit deeper with each peak.
My fingers scrambled on Chris’ chest. Digging in, clawing, trying to find a way to hold on. Some relief from the relentless pressure building inside me. Derek worked a bit deeper into my ass, his breath hot on my neck. His lips trailed down my neck to the crook of my shoulder. He opened his mouth wider to grip my shoulder in his jaws, holding me in place like a wild animal. His weight bore down on me, and my brain shut down into overload.
So much sensation. Pressure. Muscle above and below, so heavy. I groaned and spluttered incoherently, begging. I didn’t even know what I wanted. More. Less. An end to the spiraling pressure threatening to tear me apart.
“I don’t hear red, Shel. Is this too much?”
“No,” I sobbed out. “Don’t stop.” Even if it kills me.
I knew I was probably hurting him with my nails, but I needed something to hold onto. I could hear the sounds tearing out of my mouth. Too loud. Gibberish. I worried about scaring the kids, but hopefully they were too far away upstairs to hear me. Though if I screamed…
Chris gripped my cheek, turning my face slightly so he could seal his lips over mine. His tongue in my mouth. His dick so deep inside me. Derek heavy on my back, his teeth still in my shoulder. I couldn’t tell how much he’d manage to push inside me, but the sense of fullness and pressure was so intense that I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t control myself. If he hadn’t been squishing me against Chris, I would have been flopping around on the bed like a stranded fish on a beach.
Groaning into my mouth, Chris shuddered beneath me, dragging me over the cliff with him. I couldn’t tell if I was soaring or falling, only flying through a black sky dotted with millions of stars. I quivered and shook between them, still lost. Shattered. I couldn’t stop trembling, each breath ending on a soft moan that caught in my raspy throat. I couldn’t breathe, like my body had forgotten the most basic functions.
No. That was just Derek’s weight on top of me. He slid off to lie beside Chris, who rolled on his side to let me slide down between them. They cuddled me, soothing me with their hands and words. Soft and gentle and steady.
Chris wiped my cheeks, his deep voice rumbling through me until I finally could make sense of his words. “You’re safe. We won’t do that again. It’s alright now. We’ve got you.”
Hiccupping another short breath, I shook my head, though it took me several times to get my brain to connect to my mouth. “No.”
He kissed my forehead, smoothing my damp hair off my face. “You should have used your safe word, Shel.”
“No,” I said again, more forcefully. “I didn’t want. To stop. Just… a lot.”
Derek rubbed his mouth against my shoulder, curled around my back protectively. “Too much. I’m sorry, sugar. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”
I forced out a harsh grumble. “I’m fine. Honestly. It was just so… intense. It felt like I lost control of my body. I was scared I’d make too much noise and scare the kids.”
Some of the tension straining in Chris’ body eased, though his eyes were still narrowed and hard like glittering dark diamonds. “You don’t ever have to worry about controlling your reactions with us. You’re safe. Always.”
“Besides, don’t you think Mr. Overachiever Perfectionist had his dream woman’s bedroom soundproofed?” Derek asked.
I thought he was joking, but Chris gave a rueful shrug. “I did indeed. Screams of intense pleasure are entirely welcome.” He hesitated a moment, as if wanting to say something, but not sure he would say it correctly. I stroked my fingers over his cheek, waiting quietly to see if he would finish the thought.
“I liked that reaction from you,” he finally whispered hoarsely. “No. I fucking loved it. Out of control. Clawing the shit out of me. The sounds you made. Fucking hell, Shel, I could cum again just thinking about it. But I don’t ever want you to think you have to go there again. That extreme. You know? I fucking love you any way I can get you. That you felt safe enough with us to even let go that much is a fucking gift that I’ll treasure forever.”
Holding my breath a moment, I gave him a wobbly smile. “Did you just say you fucking love me?”
He scowled fiercely. “As if there was ever any doubt. Jesus fucking Christ, Shel, did you think I didn’t?”
Laughing, I nuzzled deeper into his arms. “It’s nice to hear the words.”
Derek kissed my shoulder again. “Then you should know that I fucking love you too.”
I twisted my head around toward him, and he gave me a tender kiss. “Sorry you won’t get much sleep tonight.”
He snorted. “I’ll stay up all night, every night for more of you. Besides, I’m thinking about leaving the job at the end of the month.”
My eyes widened and I turned around to face him. “Really? I thought you loved being a sheriff.”
“I did. But I don’t love being away from you and the kids so much. Financially I don’t need the job, thanks to Blakely Four Brothers.”
My eyes filled up with tears. I couldn’t believe t
hat he’d quit his job. Just to spend time with us. I buried my face against Derek’s chest, squeezing my arms around him tightly.
“I’ve been telling the idiot to quit for years,” Chris grumbled. “He’s the only millionaire I know who was willing to work for a pittance and risk his life for strangers who didn’t give a shit about him.”
“I told you that I’d quit when the time was right.” Derek kissed the top of my head. “If I’d quit before now, then I wouldn’t have been on the road that night when her car broke down. All the long hours, early mornings, and complaints combined pale in comparison to being in the right place at the right time to bring our angel home.”
Chris pressed against my back, holding me between them. “Fucking amen.”
13
Shelby
The days flew by as we prepared for New York Fashion Week. Chris worked night and day, learning everything he could with Paolo during the day, and then perfecting his gowns at night. Everett had to make dozens of calls to finally get us hotel rooms close enough to the event to suit Chris. I didn’t even want to know how much the suite of rooms was going to cost.
Kaleb and Chris spent hours every night working on the ad campaign. I’d forgotten that Kaleb had worked at an advertising agency before he’d quit to join his brother and friends at the lodge. Evidently, he’d been extremely good at his job before turning to mechanics. He’d work all evening perfecting a few words or sentences for each image. It seemed incredibly tedious to me, and honestly, not really worth all the effort.
Until he showed us a full-spread ad he’d worked up using the images from the bodyguard shoot we’d done weeks ago. Paolo actually applauded. Chris grinned ear-to-ear. Everett and Derek both pounded Kaleb on the back. I could only stare, stunned.
It didn’t look like me at all. At least, not the me I saw in my head. This red-haired beauty was elegant and sensual and casually gorgeous in a dress that hugged a goddess’s body. One of the pictures had me leaning slightly against Derek’s back, my arms spread out to give one hand to the billionaire in the suit (Everett). The villain (Chris) gripped my other hand, slowly pulling me toward the darkness. You could literally see that story unfolding in the picture. The movement and tension singing through everyone. And the look on my face…
