by Kane, Jessa
Zoe does what she’s told, her fingers fumbling in their haste to free my wood.
I hiss a breath when the throbbing column snakes out, standing straight up between us.
Bridger is still playing with Zoe’s tits, but he trails his fingers down her belly now, teasing her clit for a few strokes, then abruptly sinks two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp. I think I might gasp, too, wildly turned on by the stark size difference between her tiny pussy and my brother’s thick, blunt fingers. “You get this wet from kissing Jacob?”
“Yes.”
My brother’s eyes ghost over me. “Is he…a good kisser?”
“Yes. Very.”
Bridger hums, pushes his fingers deeper, jiggling them. “Ready to fuck, aren’t you, Zoe?”
She pants in response, nodding her head vigorously. A tremble takes her thighs.
“Climb on, then,” I rasp, leaning back in the seat. “Need you so bad, angel.”
There are no words for the sensation of her incredible tightness sheathing me slowly. As if this girl wasn’t magical enough, she actually manages to sink down, fitting me inch by inch. All of me. And here I would have been satisfied to get a third of my cock inside of her. Hell, just looking at her is better than the sex I’ve had.
Just like last night, the way she squeezes and ripples around my shaft causes the seed to boil to the surface in my balls. “I’m going to erupt,” I groan, holding her still with a tight grip on her ass. “Swear to God. I don’t know how she does it. She fucks me without even moving.”
“Hold back,” Bridger says, positioning himself directly behind Zoe.
What is he doing?
My breathing turns harsh when he locks his lap to Zoe’s ass and he thrusts her forward with his own hips, dragging her pussy up my dick. “Stop,” I hiss, alarmed, turned on, shocked.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Bridger asks, his open mouth on Zoe’s neck. “Do you think he wants us to stop, angel?”
She studies my face from beneath heavy lids. “No,” she whispers.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I brace, gripping the leather seat, unable to block the anticipation.
Bridger trails his middle finger down Zoe’s torso and circles her clit slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her mouth. His hips brush the insides of my knees, the rasp of his suit pants making me squeeze my eyes shut. But they fly open again when Bridger gives a slow buck and Zoe rides halfway up my erection, before he grinds her back down, his finger still rubbing her clit. And Christ, she’s so hot. She’s so fucking hot and tight, her thighs spread so I can see the broad stalk of my shaft spreading her flesh, filling her, my brother’s fingers making her wetter and wetter, keeping her prepared.
I throw my head back up against the seat, sweat trickling down the back of my neck. “Shit. Shit. I’m not going to be able to do this much longer.”
Bridger ignores my warning, lifting Zoe back against his chest and grinding her down on my lap. He leans forward to do this and we lock eyes over her shoulder. It’s sensory overload. My balls are quickening, ready to burst. Zoe’s tits are raking up and down my chest, her beautiful face in an expression of ecstasy, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She’s being moved from behind by the man who holds the keys to every castle I’ve ever known and I know, I know what’s happening is a little sick, but I can’t help but pump my hips upward, groaning raggedly, searching her face for signs that she’s close, searching his for signs of approval.
“Do you like riding Jacob’s cock, angel?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, moving as one with Bridger. “I love it.”
“He loves it, too.” Bridger takes the finger off her clit and drags a path of her wetness down my belly. “Look how tightly he’s flexed here, trying not to come.”
My heels dig into the carpeted floor, a high-pitched ring starting in my ears. I’m being crushed on one side by pain, pleasure on the other. Her pussy stretches around my cock again, again, again, her tight, wet flesh slapping down on mine, and I’m shouting up at the ceiling, baring my teeth, trying to hold back. This is bad. It’s so bad, but I want it. My brother looms behind our stepsister, moving in a perfect mimic of what she’s doing to me, and I don’t know where to look. Don’t know how to feel, but my body is making the decision for me.
It needs this. Needs release. Delivered just like this. From these people.
Always.
“Oh my God,” Zoe sobs, starting to shake.
“Good man, brother,” Bridger praises. “She’s there.”
A violent shake takes my whole frame and I erupt at the same time as Zoe. She falls forward against my chest, our mouths locking in a kiss as she grinds frantically on my spurting dick, Bridger kneeling behind her with satisfaction curving his lips.
I come harder. Harder than I ever have in my life.
I lock this magic girl to my chest and thrust upward, snarling into kiss after kiss, punishing her for being so perfect. For showing up and igniting something that will never go out between the three of us. No matter what happens.
No matter who tries to tear us apart.
6
Zoe
Shaken, I watch from my new desk as they lead Catherine away in handcuffs.
Bridger stands in the door of his office, arms crossed, disgust curling his masculine upper lip. He meets my gaze and nods, as if telling me I no longer have to worry. And while it makes me sad that they’ve had to expose their own mother as a criminal, as the one who was caught tampering with the product on camera…I’m relieved. Because I’ve never been so terrified as I was this morning when I heard the snap. When I felt the harness start to fall away around me.
Jacob. Bridger.
Those were the names I whispered. The names I screamed in my head.
I’m not sure how it happened so fast, but I’ve fallen into an uncontrollable inferno of love for these two men. My stepbrothers. There is a bond between us that formed as soon as we were in the same room, as if it had been waiting for us. Waiting to snare the three of us and never let go.
Bridger had a desk placed in the reception area, an equal distance between his office and Jacob’s. The younger Onasis appears in the doorway of his office now, bracing a tattooed hand on the frame and watching his mother get led away.
The usual receptionist gapes at the spectacle.
Catherine Onasis being arrested.
And the sensual energy between me and my stepbrothers begins to dawn on her, too.
With the way they look at me, it’s no wonder.
I haven’t forgotten what Bridger said in the limo, about having his turn with me, and I’m paused in place, breathless, waiting for him to summon me.
Jacob seems to be waiting, too, his jaw tight with tension.
Jealousy.
“Miss Beam, you are dismissed for the day,” Bridger says, addressing the receptionist.
We all remain in suspended animation as she gathers her things and hurries out the exit. In the absence of the police noise and Miss Beam’s typing, the office is suddenly silent. I can hear nothing but my own breathing, the clench of my fingers in my lap.
“Zoe,” Bridger says, pushing the door to his private office wider. “I’ll see you now.”
Excitement prickles my skin, a flush traveling up my neck. My heart knocks wildly.
I stand on trembling legs and try to reassure bristling Jacob with a look. But it doesn’t seem to have any effect. The two of them are faced off across the office like boxers waiting in the corners of their ring.
“You agreed to the arrangement, brother,” Bridger reminds him sternly.
“You said you’d watch us three or four times before needing her. It’s only been twice.”
Bridger catches me by the back of the neck and pulls me flush to his chest. “I hadn’t seen her fuck yet,” he rasps against my mouth. “I’m finding it more difficult to wait than I imagined I would.”
I can’t help but drag my hard nipples side to side against Bri
dger’s chest, moaning inwardly at the friction. He’s the God of this threesome. He’s the final word in every act. It’s impossible not to fall prey to that power. Want to experience it.
“Give her a chance to rest,” Jacob growls. “Jesus, she was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago.”
Bridger grips my right butt cheek, shaking it. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t ride this right now if I gave you the green light?”
Jacob doesn’t answer, but I can sense his boiling frustration across the room.
“That’s what I thought.” Bridger drags me into his office by the back of my neck and kicks the door shut. I’m only given a fleeting chance to admire the dark wood furniture, the burgundy walls, before I’m brought around to his side of the desk and boosted onto the edge.
Starting to breathe hard, my older stepbrother steps back and removes his black suit jacket, laying it over the arm of his wingback chair. Then he loosens his tie. Removes his cuff links. All the while his control is on the verge of snapping, the skin tight and white at the corners of his mouth, his generous erection tenting the front of his dress pants.
“No more stunts like the one you pulled this morning. Are we clear?”
My instinct is to say, yes sir.
And that is what snaps me out of his spell.
Mostly, anyway.
“It wasn’t a stunt. I was doing to job I’d been hired to do.”
Cobalt blue eyes darken to black. “You almost died.”
“But the person responsible has been arrested. I won’t be in danger anymore.”
His head tilts slightly, but that minor movement is a landslide. “Are you actually arguing with me after what happened today, Zoe? After you nearly gave me a heart attack?”
I swallow. “Yes. I am.”
“Right before I’m about to fuck you, as well.” He crowds closer, wrenching the yoga pants down my hips. “Brave little angel, aren’t you?”
His breath on my neck turns me pliant between my thighs, but I rush to remember that I’m a girl with a backbone. I’ve made it clear I’m not bowing down to my stepbrothers’ every whim. And I have one more case to plead. “Can we bring Jacob in here?”
“No.”
“It’s not right. Shutting him out like this.”
“He agreed to it,” Bridger snaps.
I lift my arms and let him wrestle off my sports bra, leaving me naked in the lamplight. Flushed and quaking. “What are you so scared of, Bridger?” I whisper, right before he can kiss me. “Him seeing you without that constant control?”
“Yes,” Bridger hisses, wrapping a hand around my throat. “I’m his…”
“His rock. His—”
“Not another word,” he rasps, his gaze flickering with something I can barely describe. A combination of confusion and lust. Maybe even a touch of shame. “I don’t…understand it.”
“Neither does he.” I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, “But I do. And we can’t ignore it. Not forever. The last thing you want to do is hurt him.”
Bridger swallows. “No. I don’t want that.”
I lean in and tempt Bridger into a kiss. One he takes greedily, his tongue spearing into my mouth, his hand tangling in the hair at my nape. “Then call him in here,” I say.
Bridger closes his eyes, breathing through his nose for long moments.
And then he reaches over and lifts the receiver of his phone, punches a button.
“In my office,” he says gruffly, before hanging up.
Less than ten seconds pass before the door opens, closes. I glance back over my shoulder to find Jacob standing in the shadows, several feet away. Not close enough to be considered a participant. Just a silent observer.
Bridger stands in front of me, riddled with tension, his jaw seconds from shattering.
Not wanting witnesses to his loss of control. Namely Jacob.
I’m new on the scene here. The dynamic between the brothers is largely a mystery, but it’s one I’m going to unravel, no matter where it leads. Starting now.
I close my eyes and think of what Jacob can see. Me, completely naked, sitting on the desk in front of big, bristling Bridger. And the visual is so stimulating, I bite my lip, feeling my folds slicken. I trace a finger down Bridger’s chest, his hard stomach and along the line of his erection. Making him shudder.
“Can I unzip you?” I whisper, looking at him dutifully through my lashes.
Making sure he knows he’s in charge.
That he won’t completely lack control. Not ever. It would be impossible.
His gaze flashes briefly to Jacob in the corner, then he grunts, nodding once.
I ease the zipper down over his hard, curved flesh, my excitement beginning to build. What will the differences be between Bridger and Jacob? How will this man feel inside me? When I wrap Bridger’s shaft in my hand, his tongue wets his lips anxiously, a line forming between his brows. Struggling to hang on to his almighty control. But when I start to stroke him, he huffs a long breath, bracing his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of my thighs.
“Get off the desk and suck it now,” Bridger says hoarsely. “Suck it.”
The desperation in his tone hits me like a drug. He’s the very picture of a man in need. A man desperate and aching for relief. Because he’s been watching me and Jacob. It’s gotten to him. He’s on the edge. And I can’t get on my knees fast enough. Can’t wrap his thick base in a fist and plow him into my mouth quickly enough. I hear another zipper get yanked down within the room, near the door, and the third member of our erotic chorus joins in, breathing hard.
“Fuck. Inexperienced or not, that’s good head,” Bridger growls, winding my hair in a greedy fist and pumping his hips up and back crudely, tunneling his smooth, salty hard-on past my stretching lips, filling my mouth completely. “Warm, wet…and eager to learn. Aren’t you, angel? You want to do it right for stepbrother?”
I moan around his plump sex, working my mouth up and down as far as I can, his dark nest of curls tickling my lips. He’s right. I want to be his student. Their student. I want to learn every little secret between them. Want to learn about their bodies, since they seem to already hold every password that unlocks mine.
“If you fuck half as well as you suck cock, you’ve been making my brother a very happy man, Zoe,” Bridger grinds out, pushing his ample inches past my gag reflex and holding, holding, until my eyes start to tear, and then he releases me with a strangled groan, swiping spit off my chin as I cough. “Up on the desk. Time to hand over that hot little pussy.”
Inundated with lust and breathing hard, I sway a little trying to get to my feet.
Bridger makes an impatient sound and tosses me up on the desk, shoving my thighs open. His upper lip is dotted with sweat and his eyes are on fire. Fire. The control has deserted him and a groan near the door tells me I’m not the only one who has noticed. Seeing him like this is breathtaking. Intoxicating. And I can do nothing but lean back and spread my knees eagerly, moaning at the feel of his huge body crowding between them.
My oldest stepbrother throws his tie over his shoulder so it’s out of the way, before gripping his turgid sex and guiding it to my opening. Remaining poised there for a moment while he struggles for control. Control he never finds. “It’s Daddy’s turn,” Bridger growls, slamming deep, scraping the desk backward on the office floor. “Say it.”
“It’s Daddy’s turn,” I whimper, writhing on his pulsing arousal.
“You say it, too,” Bridger calls hoarsely to the presence over my shoulder.
I hear Jacob repeat the words, though it’s almost a whisper. And the sound of flesh being stroked behind me picks up in pace, sounding wetter, more and more urgent.
Bridger groans up at the ceiling and starts to thrust.
He doesn’t start slowly.
He’s a hundred miles an hour, right out of the gate. And it’s everything we need.
All three of us.
After the slow, tortured build between
me and Jacob, I need the hard, driving, relentless punch of Bridger’s steel inside me. Jacob is openly moaning now. His older brother is snarling against my forehead, his hips slapping up against me at a rapid pace, his rough hands taking hold of my buttocks and yanking me into every violent meeting of our sexes.
He’s an animal. A wild animal.
“Is this what you both wanted to see, brother?”
The slapping strokes of flesh is the only response.
“I’ll fuck you whenever I want, little Zoe, is that clear?”
My back arches as if pulled on a string. “Yes, Bridger. Yes.”
“Is that clear?” he rasps to the man near the door.
“Yes.”
“There are no rules when the pussy is this goddamn good. None.” He snaps at my earlobe, his hold on my backside turning bruising—and I sense Bridger’s and Jacob’s eyes meet over my shoulder. “Or when the cock is so sweet.”
Jacob heaves a curse behind me, followed by the wet sound of him releasing on the floor. And it’s a chain reaction. Bridger snaps completely, ramming into me with breathtaking ferocity and I’m taken away on a stream of pleasure, my sex clenching and weeping around the thick shaft buried inside me. My oldest stepbrother follows, his muscular body stilling, seizing, and shaking like a washing machine on the spin cycle. This is it. The true end of his tether and the sight of it prolongs my orgasm until I’m limp and replete on the desk, Bridger still rocking the last of his spend into me. Endlessly. Purposefully.
Still panting, Bridger closes a hand around my throat, pulls me toward him for a hard, tongue-lacing kiss. “Wonder whose baby it’ll be.”
I fall back and land against Jacob’s chest, and the three of us cling together, like the last remaining inhabitants of a civilization…and now we have no choice but to build our own.
Form our own three-person country. Follow our own twisted dictates.
But the beginning of something new and worthwhile never came without obstacles…and we had a final one to face.
7
Zoe
