by Sienna Blake
I’m going to be with them. All of them.
My head spins as Killian sets me down, holding me steady so I don’t fall over. My legs are trembling so I am grateful for the support. That’s Killian. The pillar of this family. The one who will always support me. Hold me up.
Suddenly I’m surrounded. Lips on me, on my mouth, my skin. Hands grip firmly in my hair, fingers explore along my skin, tugging at clothes as I’m stripped like a doll.
I shake as I stand between them. Naked. Vulnerable. Utterly at their mercy.
“Jesus, Savannah.” Killian sucks in a breath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” says Fionn.
Aiden is silent, but I can see the awe shining from his face.
I have never felt more beautiful.
Then their hands and mouths are everywhere, on me, all over me, worshiping me. It’s an overload of sensation. Someone runs his hand along the back of my thigh and over the curve of my ass. Another hand kneads my breast. Someone drops to his knees before me and I feel a tongue lick along my clit.
I reach down out of instinct, weaving fingers into soft hair, pulling him closer. My eyelids flicker open long enough to see Killian’s handsome face looking up at me, his warm breath swirling over my sensitive skin as he assaults me with his tongue.
My legs give out, but I don’t fall. I have three pairs of hands holding me up as waves of sensation snap though my body like rubber bands.
More. I want more.
But my voice has stopped working. The only thing I can do is moan. Long and loud. But I don’t care. There’s not a neighbor for miles to hear me.
It seems the brothers understand what I need without words. Someone grabs my hair into a fist, turning my head and kissing me hard. Fionn. I’d recognize Fionn’s firm kiss anywhere. His tongue is greedy, desperate, sucking up my moans as if it was giving him life.
Aiden clamps his mouth down over my nipple, tongue flicking over the tip.
Killian slips his finger into my aching pussy and curls it to press at my g-spot.
I come, hard. My body rocking against the waves of heat and need. I am floating.
Flying.
Falling.
I thought finding out my fiancé was a cheater was the worst thing that could happen. Turns out, it was the best thing. Because it led me here and to these three incredible men.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
When I come to, I’m lying on the mattress, the three brothers are standing in a row at the end of the bed.
They’re all naked. Three glorious brothers, ruggedly handsome, thick strong bodies, broad shoulders from years of hard farm work.
They’re all hard. All waiting. For me.
And they’re all mine.
Aiden’s gaze is slow over my body, appreciative, total wonder on his face as he runs his hand down his chest and abs.
Killian has this slow-burning hunger in his eyes, his hand stroking his cock as he stares at me.
But Fionn… I catch Fionn’s eye. His usual smirk is missing. There’s hesitation in his lustful stare.
I sit up and begin to crawl towards him, hoping the other two brothers will understand why I need to give Fionn all my attention right now. I kneel before him and kiss him deeply, running my hands down the hard plain of his chest and ridges of his abs, pouring all the affection and need I feel for him into my mouth and my hands.
His arms close around me and I sink into his touch, his hands and his kiss growing firmer, harder, needier, my body responding by growing from smoldering coals to a wildfire.
I pull away and whisper, “I want you.”
I kiss down his neck, his chest, his perfect six-pack, running my nails over his smooth skin, making him tense. I wrap my hands around his perfect cock, already hard, and he lets out a loud breath. I glance up to him, giving him a wicked look before I slowly lick the drop of precum off the end. He lets out a low groan, his fingers tangling into my hair. Encouraged by his reaction I slide my mouth over his length. He rewards me with a curse, his fingers tightening against my scalp, making it tingle.
“I’m…hogging her,” Fionn says, his voice unsure.
I pull back and glance at the other two brothers. I’ve never done this before. I’m not even sure what to do or how to go about this.
Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?
Killian and Aiden share a look, which I catch. Something unspoken must have passed between them because Aiden nods.
Killian turns to Fionn. “You lead.”
Fionn blinks, surprise widening his eyes before he gives Killian a grateful nod.
I sense something mending further between the two oldest brothers.
Fionn strokes my hair, running his fingers along my jaw, his smile promising me that he’ll take real good care of me. I shiver with anticipation.
“I think she wants more,” he says, talking to his brothers even as he pins me with his stare. “Needs more. What do you think?”
I whimper and open my mouth, begging for his cock again.
“Good girl.” Fionn slides his dick past my hungry lips. I suck him greedily.
“Get behind her, Killian,” Fionn says, “someone needs to appreciate that view.”
I feel the mattress depress, feel Killian move around me, making my senses heighten. I moan with need as I kneel on all fours, sticking my bare ass out as I slide my mouth back and forth on Fionn’s cock.
I hear a hum of approval from behind me. “So pretty.”
“Is she wet?” Aiden asks.
“So fucking wet,” Killian says.
“How wet?” Fionn asks, his breathing heavy as I continue to suck him off.
“Hear for yourself.”
I feel one of Killian’s hands on my ass, his other sliding between my legs, two fingers circling my clit before pushing into me, pulling out, then pushing back in again. A wet noise sounds out. I don’t even care because it feels so fucking good to have his fingers in me.
“Fuck me,” Aiden says in a breathless whisper.
I moan around Fionn. I need more.
Fionn smirks. “I think our dirty little city girl wants something.”
I moan again and rock my hips, wordlessly begging Killian to fuck me with his fingers again. I want to be impaled from both ends.
This time it’s Killian who chuckles. “You want this?” He slides his fingers in again, hitting my g-spot so deliciously before pulling back out.
I whimper. So unfair.
“Or this?”
Something thicker and wider than his fingers pushes into my pussy entrance. I clench around what I know to be Killian’s dick. I groan as he slides in all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck, Savannah, you are so fucking tight.”
I almost lose my mind when they both start moving in and out of me, Fionn fucking my mouth, Killian fucking my pussy. Tension runs taut between the two ends of me as waves of pleasure lash along my body.
I can’t do anything but moan and grip at the sheets as I’m fucked harder and harder from both ends, all the while Aiden watches me with hungry eyes as he fists his cock.
It’s too much.
Too much pleasure.
An overload of sensation.
My body shakes as an orgasm rides through me. Fionn pulls back from my mouth as I let out a scream.
“That’s it, city girl. Come around his dick.”
“Fuck, I can’t hold on.” I feel Killian coming, too, his fingers like claws in my hips as he slams into me.
I sag onto the mattress and Killian half falls on top of me before he rolls aside; I feel empty as he pulls out of me. So empty.
He runs a hand down my sweaty back and pushes hair off my face before kissing me. “That was so incredible.”
I can only moan in response. I feel the mattress dip on my other side but I’m too wrapped up in this post-orgasm haze to turn my head to see who it is.
Suddenly I’m being grabbed and rolled over onto a warm body. I smell a familiar m
“You better use this breather well because we’re not finished with you yet, city girl.” I shiver as his voice and stubble tickles my ear.
I feel Fionn reach down between us. He begins to rub his cock up between my legs. It’s so wet down there, a mixture of my arousal and Killian’s cum. It takes me a second to realize that he’s moving wetness from my pussy to my ass.
“You want me to fill your ass, city girl?” Fionn’s voice breathes in my ear.
I suck in breath as need wraps around me and squeezes. I nod, too turned on to speak.
I want it.
All of it.
All of him.
Of them.
To my surprise he tucks his cock back between us. Before I can protest he says, “Push her knees up, Aiden.”
I shake with anticipation at what he has planned for me next.
Aiden moves into view and kneels in between my legs on the mattress. Gently and with such care, he runs his hands over my legs—my thighs, my calves, my sensitive ankles—before holding my knees and pushing them up to my chest. I am utterly exposed, my private parts open and dripping. But I feel safe. Loved. Cherished. It is freedom beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
I feel Fionn’s hands slip around the backs of my thighs, pinning me down in this vulnerable position. The feeling of complete submission sends another wave of need down into my core.
“Play with her ass,” Fionn commands. “Get her ready for me.”
Dear God. Yes. Please.
Aiden’s eyes widen for a second. He looks at me and I nod.
His features relax. Then tighten in concentration as his hand traces from my knee down along my inner thigh. He takes his time, playing with my clit in circles and dipping his finger into my pussy, causing me to moan and rock my hips, before finally reaching my asshole. I’m already so wet there. So wet everywhere down there. The tip of his index finger slides in easily.
I suck in a gasp.
No one’s ever penetrated my ass.
Theo wanted to but I wouldn’t let him anywhere near there.
Aiden’s other hand comes to rest along my thighs so he can rub my clit with his thumb as he works my ass.
He eases his finger in slowly, rocking it side to side to stretch me out.
“Relax, Savannah,” he says, his voice so soothing, his gaze so loving that I let go of the breath I was holding.
It’s Aiden. I trust Aiden. He’d never ever hurt me. None of them would.
I feel myself relax and he’s able to insert a second finger. It feels good. I feel full in a way I’ve never felt full before. He works my back hole until I’m writhing and moaning again.
“I think she’s ready.”
Aiden withdraws his fingers and I shiver with anticipation.
Aiden takes over holding my thighs to my chest as Fionn works his cock out from between us and rubs the head of it all over my asshole, teasing my entrance. By the time he pushes in, I’m moaning and begging him for it.
There’s discomfort at being stretched, almost pain, but the pleasure radiating from where Aiden’s rubbing circles into my clit is overriding it.
Slowly, Fionn eases all the way in. He groans in my ear making me shiver. “Fuck, your ass is so tight.”
He moves in and out slowly, his hips rocking under me. God, it’s so good.
“Aiden,” Fionn grunts.
He doesn’t have to explain what he wants Aiden to do. Aiden leans over me and pushes his cock into my pussy.
Aiden and Fionn are inside me at the same time. Together. Both holes filled.
I feel so stretched it’s almost painful. So full I could burst.
The sensations override everything. My mind short-circuits. My skin tingles from the mere feeling of air against it.
The two brothers begin to fuck me, settling into a rhythm, slow at first, then building. And oh God, when it builds it’s like heaven.
Killian’s reaches across the mattress and entwines his fingers with mine.
I’ve totally connected to all three brothers. I’m feeling them as they feel me. Loving them as they love me. As they pour all their love into me.
It’s all too much. I can’t hold it in anymore. I come again, hard. Harder than I’ve ever experienced. It’s like an electrical current lashing through my body, going on and on, my screaming and the sounds of their pleasure in my ears. Fionn lets out a deep, long moan as he comes in my ass, his fingers digging into my hips as he bucks up. Aiden pulses inside me, too, his cry almost startled.
When the final wave subsides, I sag like a rag doll into pile of sweaty arms. Exhausted.
Utterly sated.
Wanted.
Needed.
Cherished.
Happy beyond belief.
I’ve never felt so loved.
Savannah
In the mornings I tend to the garden with Aiden. Our hands brush as we work side by side. His fingers trail across the small of my back, my lips touch his shoulder. Sometimes we work in a comfortable silence. Sometimes we talk about our families and how we grew up. Sometimes I cry when I talk about my sister. He always holds me without saying a word, just surrounding me with his presence, enveloping me with his understanding. Slowly my scar fades, my guilt subsides.
Today we take a break in the shade of one of the old rowan trees. A soft drizzle falling around us looking like a muted curtain. I feel like we’ve slipped into a crack between space and time. We just might be the only two people on this planet.
“My parents hated each other when they first met,” Aiden says with a chuckle.
I rest my head on his firm chest, smiling, his arm around my shoulders. I love his voice. Not just because it’s deep and vibrates on a level that trickles into my body. But because I’m one of the few people in this world who get to hear it.
“Why is that?” I ask.
Aiden has been talking about his parents more lately. Slowly, joy has overtaken the sadness in his voice when he reveals things about them. I take each piece of information and tuck it carefully away in my heart.
“He ran over her sandcastle in the sand box.”
I let out a laugh as I imagine a younger version of Aiden doing exactly that. “So they knew each other as kids.”
He nods. I feel it rather than see it, his lips brushing against my forehead as he tucks me in closer to him, his fingers tracing my bare skin.
“They were in the same grade and eventually became friends. Best friends. But they didn’t get together until after school.”
“Why?”
“My mother was the holdout. My father used to say that it took him twelve years to convince her to date him. But she was worth the wait.”
Aiden tugs me across his lap so I’m straddling him. The look in his eyes darker and more intense than I’ve ever seen.
“You were worth the wait,” he whispers.
“Aiden,” I say, my voice cracking as emotion clogs my throat.
“I love you,” he says as he signs the same words to me. “In every language, in every tongue, in every way, I love you.”
Tears form in my eyes as I tell him I love him back. We kiss like it might be the last time we kiss, because both of us know how fleeting life is.
He peels clothes off me, carefully, the cool air turning my nipples to stone. His touch is reverent, sometimes soft, sometimes flaring with need, sending goosebumps across my bare skin. He chases them with his mouth and his tongue.
And when I slide down on top of him, it is heaven. Absolution. Bliss. The fingers of his hands tangle in my hair as his hips rock up, our cries muted by the soft patter of rain.
Savannah
In the afternoon, I bring Fionn lunch in the shed where he’s working on his milk parlor. He doesn’t hear me when I come in, starting when I place a hand on his shoulder. “City girl.”
“You’re working too hard, Fionn. Time for a break.” I hold up the picnic basket I��ve brought with me.
Fionn straightens from where he was bent over a series of metal bars. “You’re too good to me.”
He grabs the basket from me and sets it aside. With his trademark smirk on his face, he grabs me by the ass and hoists me up onto a workbench, sliding between my thighs.
“What’s for lunch?” he asks between pressing kisses on my collarbone. “Apart from you?”
I laugh and push him gently aside. There’s plenty of time for that. I reach into the basket and grab out a small package wrapped in aluminum foil.
“Pulled pork sandwiches on multigrain rolls with coleslaw. All homemade.”
Fionn tears open his sandwich and inhales with his face basically in the pork. “Dear God almighty, how did I ever get so lucky to have you?”
“You talking to me or that sandwich?” I laugh.
We chat while we eat, me taking careful bites of my sandwich, him tearing his off with his teeth. He makes me laugh so hard that I almost choke on my sandwich.
Fionn scrunches up his foil and tosses it in the open basket. “That was incredible.”
“Lunch isn’t over yet.”
He leans closer. “No?”
I place a finger on his lips to stop him. “I’ve got dessert.” I say with a wink.
I don’t think Fionn’s eyes could widen any further as I pull out a small tray of strawberry cupcakes decorated with cream and a fresh strawberry on top and set them down beside us.
He grins, a wicked look on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“You know what these remind me of?”
I pout as I look down to my cupcake creations. “Cupcakes?”
He chuckles. “Close your eyes.”
I do.
In one swift movement he’s tugged my shirt aside, buttons popping, and pushed my bra up.
“Hey!” I cry.
“Hold still.”
He uses the fingers of one hand to swipe the cream, strawberry and all, off the top of a cupcake and slather it onto my breast. In seconds my other breast has also been frosted.
Fionn steps back a little, smiling to himself. “You look fucking delicious.”
I look like a baker’s delight, the cool cream making my nipples tingle. I can’t help the giggle that tumbles from my mouth, my insides feeling all fluttery and warm.
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