Pick Your Pleasure_The Heart's Desire Series

by Hilary Storm

  “Know why I’m doing this, Minnow?” Cabot tries but fails to keep his voice deceptively casual—the significance behind his words, and the answers—anything but casual.

  “No,” I fib in a shaky whisper, wanting to hear his explanation for the only one of two reasons he’s willing to admit, and quite possibly, even consciously aware.

  “We all—yes, that includes you—already know you can tell our voices and eyes apart. Now, it’s high-time you realize some things we already do, but you don’t. Yet. Emery, you know and love me for me, and Cole for Cole; soul-deep. You’re attuned to everything I am that he’s not and vice-versa.

  “So no, there’ll never be any jealousy, because your love for me is mine, no one else’s. And Cole’s, same thing. From this point on, we’re not gonna talk, and you can’t see”—his laugh’s soft and quick—“but you’ll still see, baby… in a new way, the one that matters… You. Know. Us. For. Us.”

  “Okay,” I wisp out, tingling with excitement and anxious to finally be freed—to love, without worry—two men. Right out in the open, unconcerned what anyone watching might think. If they’re okay with it; happy, know I love them both, then no one else’s judgment matters.

  Exactly why I’m going along with this whole blindfolded thing so easily, my reasons two-fold. Foremost, to indeed prove to myself everything Cabot just said. But also, which I’ll forever keep my own lil’ secret, for them… because I know my men. Only one of them can be the first to take me, claim me as theirs; and even if I do figure out which it is, I’ll never say so. Deep down, they know that, thus eliminating, or at least easing it to livable proportions, any jealousy, hurt, or resentment toward the other. Honestly, I’m praying it takes me a while to snap out of surreal shock and I can’t tell. I’d so much rather never be sure. My heart will gladly accept that it was both of them… as long as my mind doesn’t constantly argue.

  A loaded silence fills the room; lest the ragged, rapid breaths of three mingling into one perfect melody of appetite. The bed shifts beneath me as Cole rises, my body tensing with apprehension. This is it… my wildest, unimaginable dreams about to become reality. Cabot and Cole Keller—the men who’ve owned me, heart and soul, for years—finally claiming what’s always been theirs.

  Being blindfolded kicks my other four senses into high-gear; my hearing fighting hardest to reach through the darkness. I hone in on the set of similar, yet distinctive, sounds—they’re taking off their boots, and presumably, socks. The rushed movements are those of Cole; Cabot’s unhurried.

  Next come the shirts. No need in closing my eyes to envision it; the vibrant picture plays out on the black cloth covering them. Cole reaches behind his neck and yanks his gray t-shirt off with a whish, tossing it aside. And amazing even myself, I simultaneously listen as Cabot slips the last of seven buttons on his shirt through the hole. He tugs on one sleeve, then the other, and lets it fall to the floor.

  An airy sigh of contentment releases itself, and upon hearing it, I’m struck with new realization of just how in tune with them I am… the lyrics and tempo that complete my inner harmony. I can’t see a thing, but it’s as though I never took my eyes off them. I wasn’t aware… that I’m acutely aware, of everything “Keller man” … right down to the number of buttons on a shirt.

  Must be how I also know that Cole’s already buck naked and glaring at his brother, wondering what’s taking him so long. And the reason I don’t startle at the sudden gentle stroke of Cole’s worn fingers up my arms, lifting them over my head—I heard him coming with his first step. He pulls my shirt up and off, my skin burning beneath the heat of his gaze and low hiss of approval. My nipples bead to tight buds and I swear, I can feel my pulse in the perked tips.

  “Goddamn, Em. Knew you’d be perfect.” His awe’s raspy, my entire body warming impossibly more so with a flattered blush.

  “You forget the no talking part?” Cabot grouches from across the room, still standing in the same spot.

  “To hell with that,” Cole argues. “No way I can’t say something. She’s… she’s absolutely gorgeous, and I for one, want her to know I think so. Look at her. Fuck.” It’s unharnessed lust, only just ground out before his hands are on me… learning my breasts with greedy, exquisite, fondling.

  “Cole,” I exhale, curling toward his touch.

  “Damn right, it’s me. I’ve waited So. Damn. Long. for you to beg my name, angel. Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”

  And I think I fall… into oblivion and onto my back, guided to lie down as he kisses, licks, and sucks on my breasts. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, lost in a splendor of sensations—the deep rumble in his chest; hot, expert mouth, teasing teeth, and a heady aroma of masculine desire—until the present demands my attention with a jolt of awareness.

  “C-Cabot?” When I call for his twin, Cole groans, not the good kind, and climbs off the bed.

  “Right here.” Cabot’s voice is vacant.

  “Why?” Cole bites, impatience more than evident.

  “Because, brother; we had a deal. A plan. And I’m not some horny sixteen-year-old punk playin’ Beat the Clock against curfew.” That’s how Cabot expresses his impatience.

  Without a word, Cole responds—‘message received’—and they regroup. My head snaps to the right… right when the snap sounds. Cabot’s jeans. Coming off. My chest heaves up and down with each long, labored breath of anticipation; twin towers of bared flesh, solid muscle, and steel determination closing in, not to speak again. No tell, all show, time. Show them, prove, that I’m certain of their individuality… and my distinct, instinctive, love for each.

  They split paths, one coming to stand on the side of the bed where my head lays, the other across from him by my feet. Seizing both cheeks, he tilts my head and covers my mouth with nothing short of a devouring. I’ve never been kissed, not like this, by either Keller man… but I’m still certain which one’s invading my mouth with every ounce of his inherent intensity. Cabot. Swallowing my moan as his tongue punishes mine.

  Which means, of course, that it’s Cole, having dug up some patience from somewhere, slowly sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. And now… skimming his hands back up them even slower, unable to conceal the faint whistle tell-tale of dragging in air past gritted teeth.

  Cabot robs me of his kiss and I whimper at the loss… in unison with the animalistic growl he can’t keep. He’s watching. I can all but see it—his dark eyes, hazed with hunger, fixed on the same spot as Cole’s intent stare. My embarrassingly wet, swollen, throbbing… and fully-exposed… pussy. Indeed, Cole’s put me on display; strong, manipulative hands anchoring my thighs up and open.

  Now wise to which stands where, the sharp gasp I let out when roughened, deft fingers glide through my wetness then ease inside me, is caused by Cole. And it’s Cabot’s toned abdomen I’m kissing, his musky scent engulfing me as he leans over to toy with my clit. My back bows off the mattress, body bucking… reaching for more.

  “Please,” I pant. “I need-”

  I’m stunned silent—my head and neck painfully arched, mouth gaped open, yet no air’s flowing in or out—their abrupt, bold counter-attack gloriously overwhelming. With his fingers still inside me, stroking all the right spots, Cole adds his mouth to the magic… synced perfectly with Cabot… teasing my mouth with the engorged head of his dick.

  He feeds it to me gradually, inch-by-thick-inch, the tortured groan in the back of his throat so damn sexy, it gives me the exact fuel I need to let loose. I suck him with crazed zeal, all the desire I’ve kept hidden for too long driving me. Wrapping a hand around what I can of him, I rim his crown with the tip of my tongue, basking in my newly-found power. The power to send a tremor running through him, causing him to fist a handful of my hair and thrust his hips forward, force-feeding me more.

  A wail I don’t recognize, perhaps the battle cry of years spent fighting my feelings—blares out as Cole’s searing-hot mouth crashes down between my legs. “Cole!�
�� It’s a plea, a thank you… I’m not sure what else. A novice to this freaking phenomenon, I can’t comprehend, just How. Damn. Good. it feels. Or how fast I’m going to come. “Co-, oh, Cole, I’m gonna...”

  “Yeah, you are.” It’s Cabot that grunts, using the hold he’s kept on my hair to turn my head and guide his dick back into my mouth. “Come for him, baby. Come long and hard; and suck me harder.”

  That’s it—game over—his dark dirty-talk too much to take. I explode, combust, fracture into countless beautiful, soaring pieces. But Cole wants more from me; bearing down, his tongue a stiff, wicked wand now thrashing against my clit. While those thick fingers spear in and out of my core.

  “Since we’re talking now,” he jabs at Cabot, but more so husks, “gimme another one, Em. You taste so fuckin’ good, angel. I could eat this sweet pussy all night.”

  “Like hell,” Cabot rages, firming his grip on my hair. “Open,” he commands, and I, instantly obey—breathing through my nose as he takes his pleasure. “Just. Like. That,” each plunge accentuated with a sexy snarl. “So good. Fuck, yes. You like sucking my cock? Yeah, my baby loves me fuckin’ her sweet mouth.” I swallow hard around him, and his responding groan’s so divine, that I do it again… then reach up, fumbling a bit before finding, and rolling, his balls in my hand. “Goddamn, baby. You want it? My cum, hot and thick. You want it bad, don’t ya, naughty girl?” Mhmm, the absolute filth Cabot rumbles does crazy things to me… and I can’t stop my hips from rising, shamelessly fucking the air.

  Cole’s chuckle’s strained. “I got you, angel.” A man of his word, he dives in, eating me out with decadent depravity, stealing another orgasm from me as his brother howls… shooting endless ropes of searing saltiness down my throat.

  Chapter Five

  ‘C’

  Call it Twin Tuition, or just good ol’ brotherhood, but he—my brother—knew. How important, vital, this is to me. That he’d find a way to be “all right” with it, whereas I’d never come to peace.

  So, he’d left the room… and me standing bedside, drinking her in—the bounce of her full, round breasts with every shallow breath; each fidget, rubbing her legs together in nervous modesty, and her auburn hair splayed out in a halo—my Emery.

  His too.

  Ours.

  But right now, and this first of many times to come… the one I can never have again or replicate… she’s mine.

  I climb on the bed and ease my body down over hers, my dick twitching in response to her breathy sigh. Finally. Flesh on flesh. Hard nipples poking my chest. Flushed cheeks and trembling lips.

  She’s perfection.

  Pushing myself up just enough, I start at her flat lil’ tummy, kissing a trail over the tiny flutters therein, and up to her neck. She purrs as her head lolls back, giving me full access to lick and nip along her throat while running my fingers up her arms… pulling them above her head. Trapped there, right where I want them—my left hand holding both her wrists.

  “Please,” my sweet girl mewls, twining her sexy legs around my waist. “Make love to me.”

  Aside from her ‘I do’ or my child’s first cry as he or she enters the world, no words or sound will ever compare.

  I force myself to calm down, taking a deep inhale of self-control—not about to rush this or hurt her—and snake my free hand between us, lining up with her warm, wet pussy. Watching, choking on my groan as I slowly rock my hips and ease inside her with tamed thrusts.

  “Oh, oh God, you feel wonderful. Big, but wonderful. More. Harder. Faster. Please. I need it,” she softly begs, a tinge of pain in her tone of pleasure.

  Well I have to use both hands now, so I release hers and grab her under the thighs, hoisting them up, wide apart and pushing back ‘til her knees brush her ears. A. Beautiful. Sight. Rising to my own knees, I give my woman what she wants—burying myself so damn deep that my balls bounce off her ass. And again. Harder. Faster. Just like she asked… and then some.

  I want so badly to tell her how amazing she feels, how much I love her, ask if I can mark her as mine… come in her… but I can’t, won’t, talk until-

  Her hands rub up my arms, fingernails digging in as she gives them a squeeze. “Come down here with me. I want you close. Want your kiss, your voice in my ear. Need all of you…”

  And then she says it, the next word panted is my name—mine—triggering something possessive, primal, irrational, inside me. With her dick-drunk coo echoing in my head, I attack. Mindful, some-fuckin-how, to bear most of my weight on my forearms, I blanket her body with mine and fill her, fuck her, the drive of my hips savage.

  “Say it again,” I demand, strained but insistent. “My name, again. Who’s fuckin’ you, Emery? Whose cock’s shredding your tight lil’ pussy?” She turns her head into the mattress, muffling the cry of my name, then grabs onto my hair. “Can’t ever let him know that you knew, but fuck if I don’t love it.” I push the blindfold up and off, her eyes quickly adjusting to the change and locking on mine. “Hey, my love.”

  She gives me a lazy smile, her breathing staggered as I continue slowly pumping in and never-fully-out of her. “Hey back,” she whispers, one hand cupping my cheek. “My love. You are. I do. I love you. So much.”

  “I love you, too. And, now that I can talk, I can tell you just How. Goddamn. Good. You feel,” I grunt my praise as I pick up speed. “Soft, swollen, tight as hell heat. Your juicy little pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect.”

  She clenches around me and tugs my head down, raising hers up to meet me halfway, shoving her tongue in my mouth. Delicate lovemaking forgotten by both of us, she starts giving as good as she’s getting, and we fuck. Straight-up wild animalism—skin slapping against sweaty skin, her groaned filth as lewd as mine—beyond fucking amazing. Dying to watch her ass cheeks jiggle for me, I flip her over and she scrambles onto her hands and knees, unasked. Yanking on her hips, I hike that fine ass higher in the air, dipping my head to eat at her… pulling back before she can come.

  “No,” she whines. “I was-”

  I ram into her from behind, getting in a few fast, brutal pumps before leaning over to find her ear. “About to come?” I growl. “I’ll let you come, but it’s gonna be on my cock. Now, Emery, come now, all the fuck over me.”

  With a beautiful cry, she unravels for me, her hot gush and wringing muscle spasms taking me with her. I slam home one last time and trap her tight against me, until the very last pulse of my dick fills her full of my cum, then haul her down with me as I collapse onto my back; her limp, damp body draped over mine. “Love you so damn much, Emery,” I mumble through the kiss I lay on her temple. “Never leaving us. You’re ours, mine, now. Moving you in here tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” She lifts her head, worry I don’t like one damn bit in her eyes. “What about-”

  I laugh, pulling her closer to get in one last kiss… for now. “No need to finish that sentence, sweet girl. I’m going; before he kicks down the damn door. Our secret, remember. Watch anything you do or don’t say. It’d kill him.”

  “Of course.” She nods. Not even sure why I said it—she loves him far too much to need reminding.

  “Have to ask, though; need to know for myself. When’d you figure out it was me?”

  Her lips curve into a dazzling smile, eyes twinkling with pride… delighted in knowing how much her answer will mean to me. “The second he shut the door.”

  Fuck… she always says the right thing... in just the right way.

  Looks like my brother’s just gonna have to wait a lil’ longer. Or come on in. Whichever. But I’m not going a damn place.

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  S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She has co-written Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled, a collection of erotic short stories with her CP and friend, Author Angela
Graham as well as a collaboration titled Conspire, a romantic suspense with friend and author Erin Noelle. She is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She’s also clutch at Baggo, when it’s warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup!

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  Evolve Series

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  Sawyer Beckett's Baby Mama Drama Guide For Dummies

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