by Kane, Jessa
“Christ.” Bridger’s breath is labored and I glance back in a daze to find him fondling an erection almost as large as Jacob’s. “We knew she was special the second we saw her, didn’t we, brother?”
“Yes,” Jacob groans into my neck. “Jesus, she’s tight. If I move, I’m going to come.” He trails shaking fingers down my sternum, dipping them below my waist until the pad of his thumb finds my sensitive bud, strumming it firmly. “Going to play with her clit until she pops. Then I’ll try to get in a couple of strokes. Fuck. You won’t believe this pussy.”
“And Zoe…” Bridger takes several shaky breaths, his hand flying up and down the column of his flesh. “What does Jacob’s cock feel like?”
“Hard,” I moan, my thighs hooking over Jacob’s hips. “Huge.”
Bridger groans.
Jacob’s gaze flickers to his brother and they watch each other as he rocks his lower body subtly, his thumb blurring on my swelling bud. They don’t break eye contact as Jacob lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and rolling the stiff bud on his tongue.
“What’s it going to take to make you go off, Bridger?” Jacob rasps, licking across to my other breast.
“Watching her come.” His tone drops, turns secretive. “You…as well.”
Jacob hisses a breath, his length stretching inside me. “Fuck.”
There’s something indescribable taking place between them in the dim room. I’m an object of lust for both men, but the connection is between all three of us. Live wires are running in all directions and my body thrills to the electrical currents.
The finest hairs on my body are standing on end and I can feel every single one. Can feel every breath entering and leaving my lungs. Jacob’s touch between my legs is driving me to a point I never knew existed. The pressure deep inside me, the friction of his plundering thickness, the way he looks down at me, like I’m a marvel. His own contorted features that speak volumes about his need for release. The guttural sounds coming from Bridger. All of it whips me up, makes me unbearably hot and achy, every ounce of my being focusing in on that tiny bud and the increased vibrations in my loins.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, squirming on the mattress, muscles beginning to clench. “D-don’t stop. Don’t.”
“I won’t, angel. I’ll never stop.” Jacob’s hips start to pump, moving as if involuntary, strangled sounds filling the still space. “She’s a fucking miracle. Jesus. She’s going to come with me crammed inside her. It’s tightening. Tightening—” he gasps.
Completion crests over me and I strain, my body arching, trembling. I can’t see the world in front of my eyes, everything is bright white. The deepest part of me is clenching, releasing, and then Jacob is pinning me down to the mattress, rearing back and driving into me once, twice, a third time, before he groans brokenly into my neck, his thick thighs shaking in between mine, a flood of moisture leaving his shaft and flowing into me.
Bridger moans from the corner of the room and the three of us create a sort of erotic harmony that I will never forget as long as I live.
My stepbrothers are my lovers.
It’s my first thought as I start to come down and both men surround me on the giant bed, sandwiching me between their powerful bodies. Bridger pulls me back against his fully clothed front and nude Jacob growls, tugging me back in his direction by the waist. A tug of war ensues until they finally just press me tight as I’ll go between them, so every inch of my skin is touched by an Onasis.
Right before I drift off to sleep, I think…
It’s going to be really hard to sneak out of here and go bungee jumping in the morning.
4
Zoe
Before I tiptoe out of the bedroom, I turn to stare at the big, gorgeous men occupying it. There is still a space between them where I slept. On one side, Bridger is still buttoned up in his work clothes, looking like the master of the universe. Invincible. Dark. On the other is a complicated man with demons lurking behind his pale blue eyes. Ironically, he’s the light brother, despite his tattoos, the sunrise burnishing his dark gold hair.
I’m startlingly attracted to both.
Bridger is the bigger mystery. Shuttered. Controlling.
Jacob is wild, endearing, innately sexual.
They’d both be ready to give chase at any moment.
Which is why I need to get out of here.
Sometime during the night, a suitcase of my clothes and toiletries was delivered and I shower as quietly as possible, putting on minimal makeup, red yoga pants, a black sports bra and sneakers. Thanks to the vast square footage of the hotel room, I’m able to sneak through my routine and leave the hotel room without my stepbrothers hearing me.
There is definitely going to be hell to pay for this. But as much as I liked being snared in their web of seduction and pleasure last night, I’ve always been fiercely independent. I’m not letting these two stumble onto the scene and start making decisions for me.
Except, maybe, this hotel room. I might have to keep it.
As soon as I’m tucked inside the elevator, I let out the breath I’m holding and focus on the upcoming adventure ahead. Ever since I was a child, I’ve been a daredevil. I built a box car to race the boys in the street and my father liked to brag that I never used the brake. Not once. As soon as I turned eighteen, I went skydiving and parasailing, and by then, my addiction to adrenaline rushes was solidified. Traveling is part of it. An adventure isn’t an adventure if you’re always having it in the same place, right?
My car is back at the office, so I scroll through my phone for the location Catherine gave me and call an Uber. Five minutes later, I’m on my way. And I ignore the invisible fingers tickling the back of my neck, hinting that I might be doing the wrong thing. If Jacob and Bridger are so concerned about me testing products, maybe there is a reason?
But no.
I check the statistic on their website. They’ve never had one failed product test.
Not in over ten years.
Plus, the product we’re testing is hardly a groundbreaking risk. It’s a new type of bungee line that causes the jumper to rebound from the initial jump with more height. They’ve already done some initial testing with dummies. My live jump is just to seal the deal.
This morning is going to feed my need for excitement and I’m also going to send a message loud and clear to the brothers that Zoe calls the shots when it comes to her own life.
Satisfied with my decision, I’m even more reassured when I reach the cliff side and the staff are briskly efficient, making sure the platform—which extends out from the cliff—is sturdy. There are risk assessment managers from the insurance company, representatives from headquarters…and Catherine is there, too. Which I wasn’t expecting.
While the instructor is hooking me into the harnesses and going over safety instructions, my stepmother smiles and sashays to my side. “I’m surprised my sons relented so easily. I thought they would fight me on your new position until the very last second. Did you have something to do with that?”
“No.” Remembering what her sons did to me last night, I can barely look her in the eye. “No, I guess they figured it’s up to me if I want to take the risk.”
“Hmmm.” She considers me. “Still…they did appear quite fond of you.”
Lady, you have no idea.
I’m actually quite sore from all of the fondness.
I’m saved from having to respond when the instructor calls my name. “We’re all ready when you are, Zoe,” he says, giving me a thumbs up.
Some people are terrified looking down from a platform into a canyon. To me, it’s an opportunity to soar. I even have a hard time waiting for the instructor to give me the all clear—and when he does, I step to the edge—
A car door slams behind me.
“Zoe,” Bridger growls behind me. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Go time.
“Stop her!” Jacob shouts.
I back up a few steps, getting a runnin
g start and leap.
I’m laughing on the way down, my stomach flying up into my mouth, wind rushing up over my face. I stop laughing when I hear the snap.
* * *
Bridger
When Zoe jumps from the platform despite both of us yelling at her to stop, I’m so irrationally terrified, I almost jump down after her.
Holding her in my arms last night, sharing her warmth with my brother…it changed me.
Everything we did last night altered me in some way.
I’ve been divorced for five years. My ex-wife grew exasperated with my need for anticipation. Ironically, my patience bred impatience in her. When I asked to be teased, when I asked her to withhold sex until the arousal hit a fever pitch, she called me disgusting. A pervert. And for a long time, I wondered if she was right. What man wants to hold back his release for days on end, wanting to be broken by it? Shattered when he finally allows it to happen?
Last night, I might not have felt normal. This threesome is a little too twisted to be defined as such. But I felt a sense of belonging I’ve never experienced before.
She’s the glue
Not only the glue for my cracks, but the ones in my relationship with Jacob.
And now, she’s gone and jumped off a fucking cliff.
My blood is cold in my veins.
But it turns to ice when I see Catherine there. My mother never comes to product testing. There’s no reason for her to be there. But she watches Zoe sail down into the canyon with a gleeful expression.
“No!” I roar, rushing to the edge.
Jacob does the same and we skid together at the end of the platform.
“M-Mister Onasis,” the instructor stammers. “I didn’t realize—”
“Get her back up here!” Jacob bellows, wild-eyed and still not wearing a shirt. Once we discovered Zoe missing, neither one of us took the time to do anything but shove our feet into shoes and run, me shouting into the phone for our limo to be brought around.
I watch with my heart in my mouth as my petite stepsister reaches the bottom of the canyon and rebounds with a hard bounce, her laughter clear and beautiful in the morning sunshine. A balm of relief spreads over my raw insides.
That is, until I hear the snap.
“What the fuck was that?” Jacob rasps.
It doesn’t escape my notice that the instructor has turned pale.
My pulse is punching me in the temples as I watch Zoe swing up and catch the line in one hand, wrapping it around her fist—right as the harness around her body drops away. Leaving her hanging fifty yards above the canyon with nothing but her grip to keep her from falling.
“Jesus Christ,” Jacob chokes out. “The harness broke? Not the fucking line we’re testing? What the hell happened?”
I have a good idea, but my main focus right now is Zoe. Getting her back up here safely so I can shout myself hoarse. “She’ll never be able to hold on long enough to raise a ladder beneath her. Not even sure there’s a way to get a fire truck into the goddamn canyon.” My mouth goes dry, horrible images projecting themselves on my mind. “Goddammit. We have to reel her up.”
“Did you see her?” the instructor comments, sounding awed. “She’d already be dead if she didn’t think fast.”
“Not helping,” Jacob grates, lunging for the apparatus securing the cord. “I think her hold is pretty secure. For now. Let’s move.”
My brother and I get to work reeling in the line and several other men join the effort. I’m relieved when I see Zoe wrap the line around her waist. Though it costs her an effort, it takes some of the strain off her arm. The closer she comes to the platform, I can see the tears shining in her eyes, the way she’s trying to look brave with the dangerous drop looming beneath her. She whimpers my name. Jacob’s.
I fall in love with her. Right then and there.
In that moment, she needs us as badly as we need her. And I’ve never wanted someone to need me so badly in my life. I’ve never truly required another person, either. But I can see now that she’s filled the gaps in my life, my brother’s, that there’s been a Zoe-sized hole waiting all along. I’m possessive and worshipful of her. I’m greedy and hopeful.
She’s mine.
She’s ours.
And when we finally pull her up onto the platform, me and Jacob could care less who’s watching. Right there, in plain view of my mother, Jacob pulls Zoe onto his lap so she’s straddling him. He rocks her, admonishing her, praising her. I move in behind them, wrapping my arms around the pair. I murmur reassuring words into Zoe’s ear, then I grip her ponytail and haul it back, commanding without words for Jacob to kiss her.
He does. Eagerly.
I feel that kiss like she’s giving it to me. I hear his satisfied groan and the wet slide of their tongues and I am in the kiss, I’m giving and taking it with them. Zoe reaches back and takes my hand, bringing me into the moment even more.
I’m only vaguely aware of Catherine’s gasp.
How she spins on a heel and runs toward a cluster of parked cars.
I catch the eye of my driver, who is also my security guard, and gesture toward the retreating back of my mother. “Bring her to my office. Don’t let her leave.”
5
Jacob
I’m grateful as hell that Bridger is being his usual demanding self, shouting into his phone and trying to find out what the fuck went wrong with the test. He’s asking for all of the surveillance footage from the testing department to be sent over immediately, starting with this morning and going back a full week. The instructor swears no one had access to the secure lockers where we keep new products, but neither one of us is going to stop until someone is punished for putting Zoe in danger. She could have been fucking killed. And one look at my brother’s usually stoic face tells me he doesn’t think it was merely the product that failed.
Yeah, I’m thankful he’s the one getting the ball rolling on the investigation, because I can’t do anything but try to kiss the mouth off my stepsister.
We’re in the back of the limousine and her sweet pussy is pressing down in my lap through the thin nylon of her yoga pants, our lips racing over each other frantically. One look at the tears in her eyes and I was a broken shell of a man. Useless to do anything but wrap her thighs around my hips and make out with her. Try to erase the fear from her eyes.
I’m trying to eradicate my own fear, too.
I spent my youth roaring down the highway on a motorcycle, drinking too much and getting in fights that almost killed me. But I’ve never been as scared as I was while Zoe was dangling over the canyon. I love this girl. I’ve loved her since I laid eyes on her. When she looks at me, she’s seeing everything. My weaknesses, my strengths. She knows I’m a little fucked up but it doesn’t seem to detract from her need of me.
Bridger hangs up the phone and we break the kiss, breathing hard against one another’s mouths. Waiting. Always attuned to the actions of the oldest Onasis.
“Get her pants off,” my brother says quietly, tapping his phone against his knee. “Now.”
Anticipation rockets through me. To be back inside Zoe’s incredible pussy. To have Bridger there to guide us, narrate this twisted union and somehow make it all right. Two people can make a mistake. But having three people present somehow justifies everything going on here. The confusing undercurrents between me and Bridger that have always existed. The fact that we’ve essentially kidnapped our stepsister to make her our mutual fuck toy. She might have consented and enjoyed herself—enthusiastically, I might add—but we pushed the issue. Seduced her into a yes.
On paper, this is all kinds of wrong.
But it feels right when Bridger helps me tug down Zoe’s yoga pants.
Feels even better when he peels the sports bra off her head, allowing her tits to bounce free right in front of my face. So young and succulent, I have to lick my lips. “You did a bad thing, angel,” Bridger says quietly. Too quietly. So Zoe isn’t expecting it when he wraps her ponytail in a fis
t and draws her head back. “You scared me,” he growls against her ear as she labors to breathe. “You scared my brother.”
“I’m sorry.” Her naked body strains in my lap, her wet sex wiggling all over my distended fly. “It…everything l-looked perfect. There must have been tamper—”
“I’ll worry about that,” Bridger interrupts. “If…someone tried to hurt you, they’ll be dealt with. You are ours now and no one touches.”
“Nobody,” I rasp, lifting her with my hips. Letting her feel my hard cock.
Zoe sucks in a breath, need banked in her beautiful eyes.
“Worst part of all, Zoe…you were scared.” Bridger’s jaw pops, winding her ponytail around his knuckles. “Amazing. Resourceful. But scared. Some of it is still lingering in your eyes and we need to get rid of it, don’t we?”
“Yes,” she whispers, turning her head as if to receive a kiss from Bridger. I hold my breath, watching with a mixture of jealousy and hunger as he lets their open mouths lock, their tongues flicker together, before he pulls away. “I’ll take my turn when we get back to the office. Right now, my brother needs to be ridden hard. Make him forget he almost lost you.” He cups her left tit in his palm, kneading it, and my dick jerks painfully, seeing my brother’s hand on her exquisite flesh. “Unfasten your stepbrother’s pants, Zoe. Take out his big cock.”
A hoarse sound saws in my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to examine why I enjoy him saying those things in that tone. That growl. Objectifying me.
