by Harper West
“Julia!” Ryker shouts, we burst out the doors and follow her.
I don’t care that the servants in the halls gape at us as we streak past, or even that I accidentally knock a load of laundry from a servant’s hands. All I can think is that we have to catch Julia. Kathryn’s words may be enough to lose her altogether. And I simply can’t have that.
Chapter 15
Ryker
Julia is sprinting through the halls, and she’s faster than I anticipated. Still, Harry and I are gaining. Our legs are longer than hers, stronger even. But she’s in excellent shape, and flying through the halls like a banshee. Her lithe figure disappears around a sharp corner and then I hear the clatter of a door.
“Julia!” I call, running after her.
Harry is beside me, his forehead creased with worry. I know he’s worried that Julia will take Kathryn’s words to heart. We’ll be left with nothing if we lose her because she is everything.
“Where does that door go?” he asks as we round the corner and the door Julia ran through appears before us.
“The back garden,” I say, throwing it open.
We sprint out into the evening, the sun is setting now and casting long shadows over the grounds. The air is cool, a stark difference from the heat of the day in the city. Still pleasant. Under any other circumstance, I might stop to enjoy the scenery, but my mind is wrapped up in Julia. I see her in the distance, in the dark, sprinting across the lawn.
“Julia! Wait!” Harry yells, taking off after her.
I follow, pumping my legs over the perfectly manicured lawn. She’s headed for the maze, over three acres of tall hedges and narrow paths. I shout for her once more, but she doesn’t look back. Her dark hair streams out behind her as she flies towards the entrance. And then she’s gone, disappeared between the hedges.
“Shit,” I breathe.
“How big is that thing?” Harry asks as we skid to a halt at the entrance.
“Too big, damn,” I say.
We share a glance and then pick up the pace, running after her. If we can keep on her tail, we won’t lose her in the twisted maze. I catch a glimpse of her turning a corner, we follow. But in less than thirty seconds we’ve lost her again. Julia is faster than I thought, whipping through the maze at high speed. We peek down every path, around each corner but she’s gone.
“Fuck!” Harry throws a punch through the hedge.
I snort. “Tough guy.”
He whirls on me, eyes blazing. “What did you say?”
I face him, staring him down. With Julia gone, likely for good, my control is a thin thread. With Kathryn’s words spit in her face, Julia might insist on leaving us. And then we’ll really be fucked.
So I stare down my best friend because I’m itching for a fist fight. I need to release the frustration, the adrenaline, the anger. Harry isn’t my punching bag, but we’re no stranger to fist fights against each other. My hands are curled into fists at my side, just waiting for Harry to make a move.
But then Harry sighs, and drags a hand over his jaw. “Alright, let’s just find her okay? Before this gets any worse.”
He’s right. I loose a deep, shaky breath, trying to clear my head. “I’m sorry, Harry,” I say, shaking my head. “I lost control.”
He shrugs it off, clapping me on the back. We’re brothers again, through thick and thin. And Julia needs us. We head through the maze, deciding that we should stick together. I know the maze by heart, having run through it many times as a child. Of course, Julia doesn’t. She could wander for hours before she reaches the center, but it’s to the center she’ll head. So that’s where we go.
In a half hour, we finally reach our destination. We took our time walking through the maze, checking different paths and dead ends in case Julia was there. The center of the maze is a small garden space with a fountain and a few benches. It’s lit by lights in the ground and naked light bulbs strung over the space. The stars are winking into the sky above us by the time we reach it. And my heart swells in my chest when we turn the last corner to find Julia already there, draped over a bench.
She doesn’t look up even as our footsteps reach her ears. Her knees are tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her legs. Harry and I rush to her silently. I drop to the ground, kneeling in front of the bench. My hands run over her legs and her waist of their own accord. I just need to touch her, to feel that she’s really here. Not knowing if she was alright was torture for me. For us. Harry takes a seat next to her and wraps an arm over her shoulder. Wordlessly, she finally lifts her head and I see tears glistening on her cheeks.
My heart breaks at the sight.
“Julia,” I whisper, running my hand up and down her thigh.
She sniffles and stares at the hedges, not meeting our eyes. “I didn’t think I was a slut.”
“You’re not,” Harry says, his voice is almost a growl.
“Of course you’re not. You’re beautiful. You’re ours,” I say.
No way in hell would the word slut ever apply to Julia. Kathryn will certainly be hearing from me later. As will Helena for her half-assed attempt at being helpful. Julia shakes her head, her eyes red and blurry.
“Kathryn is right though. A woman with two men would be judged just like that. As a slut. That’s what people will think I am.” She shakes her head.
“Did you feel like a slut?” I ask, reaching up to brush a tear from her cheek. That’s the last thing I want for her. I want her to feel appreciated and above all, to have mind-blowing orgasms when she’s with us.
“No. I felt…beautiful. Like a goddess,” she whispers.
“There, you see,” Harry murmurs.
“Forget what Kathryn said. She’s always been unkind and cruel, she’s the last person you should listen to,” I say. And I mean it. Kathryn Dubois was a bitch to me while we were dating, she was demanding and ungrateful. And the sex certainly didn’t make it worth it. Like the conniving bitch she is, she said those words to Julia to break her spirit. “You can be with both of us because you have so much love to give. And we want it all.”
Harry eyes me with warning in his eyes. Neither of us agreed to bring up the word “love” or any deeper feelings, but I know this is what Julia needs to hear. I don’t care that I may have implied our true feelings for her, I only care that her tears have stopped falling.
Julia finally raises her head to look at us, I catch a spark of anger in her eyes. “What was she even doing here?”
I share a glance with Harry, and he shakes his head imperceptibly. It’s best if we don’t reveal the entire truth to her yet. “I don’t know. Just a surprise visit to torment me, I suppose,” I say, sweeping her hair away from her face.
“I just don’t know…” she trails off, averting her gaze. She probably suspects that one of us might be married, or otherwise attached and I know she’s considering leaving.
I can’t have that. We can’t have that.
“Harry and I aren’t attached to anyone but you,” I explain, trying to reassure her. “Kathryn has nothing to do with us.”
She bites her lip, finally looking at us. She studies our faces, searching for the lie. I can sense she’s still on the fence, unsure of whether or not to believe us. And of course she is, an unexpected visit from a woman like Kathryn would make her think such a thing. We simply have to remind her of our devotion to her.
As if Harry is thinking the same thing, his hand moves from her shoulder to her breast. I watch him caress it lightly, the flesh of her breast a soft curve in the moonlight. I’m stiff at the sight. “Julia,” he murmurs.
Her cheeks are flushed in the dim light of the garden. She doesn’t speak, just watches him as he massages her breast. Watches like a cat ready to pounce. Unable to resist any longer, I trail my fingers up her legs towards her core. Her breath hitches in her throat as I reach her pussy and rest my hand over it, reminding her of what we can do to her.
She gasps as I slip my hand under her blouse and run it up her abdomen,
relishing the softness of her skin. Harry drops his hands from her breast as I move up to trail a finger around her nipple. He leans over her parted lips and sears a kiss to them.
Julia deepens the kiss, moaning under our touches. I feel my cock stiffen at the sight of my best friend and our woman kissing so passionately. They’re breath is running ragged, cheeks flushed, their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. Julia turns her head up so Harry can move his lips to her neck.
She pants, writhing in front of me as I tweak her perfect nipples with my fingers. I slip the buttons off her blouse, exposing her stiff nipples to the night air. It took serious restraint to unbutton them rather than ripping the buttons off at the seams. She shivers, and it could either be in response to the cold air, or my hand on her pussy. A thrill runs through me as I watch her respond to both Harry and me.
I rise from my knees and move to sit on the bench on her other side, turning her head towards me so I can claim her lips. I need to feel her pouty lips on mine. Harry is kissing her neck still while my teeth tug on her bottom lip and she’s gasping as if she can’t get enough air. The sound reminds me of the way she panted when we fucked her over my throne.
“Julia,” I rumble, because I can’t resist saying her name.
She moans an answer, eyes fluttering open.
“Good girl,” I whisper, thrusting my hand into her jeans to feel her already soaking wet pussy. “Oh, a very good girl.”
She groans, twisting her chest towards Harry so he can run his tongue over her nipples. When he does, she jolts against me, her pussy thrusting into my hand. And then again. And again as she rubs herself against me. One of the sexiest things about Julia is she knows what she wants. When she wants to feel one of us playing with her clit, she does it for us. She grinds on my hand, breath hitching in her throat with every touch on her clit.
“A very dirty, good girl,” Harry murmurs. I see a flash of his teeth as they graze over one of her perfect, pink nipples.
“Do you want us to fuck you, fuck you like the good girl you are?” I ask, curling a finger into the entrance of her pussy and leaving it there to drive her wild.
“Yes,” she pants, clinging to us. Her fingers clutch at our shirts as she takes a breath. “Please, please.”
“Such good manners from our good girl,” Harry whispers, pulling back to shirk off his suit coat and unbutton his shirt.
“She deserves a reward,” I agree, inching my fingers further into her pussy.
“Please, please,” she begs us, her eyes fluttering open to take us both in.
And it’s that wild look in her half-closed eyes that drives me over the brink. She looks like a woman possessed, a woman wild with desire. With a vicious growl I slip three of my fingers completely into her pussy, filling her. I don’t even take the time to get her ready for three fingers before thrusting into her. She doesn’t seem to mind though, her eyes flying open with surprise as she mewls with pleasure. I pump in and out as she gasps, writhing. Harry rumbles his pleasure and claims her lips. She drags a beautiful hand over his bare chest towards his cock.
I watch as she takes it in her hands, ducking beneath the waistband to take it. She massages it quickly, Harry shuddering with pleasure. I feel my underwear wet with precum at the sight of her pleasuring him and I thrust my fingers inside of her all the way, deep enough for me to feel the tissue protecting her womb.
She gasps, her back arching, baring her breasts to the sky. As the moonlight falls over her, I fucking lose it. She’s like a nymph in this garden, begging us to take her. I can’t take much more of this, I need that pussy clenched around my dick. I slip my fingers from her wet pussy and lift her off of the bench. Her hand falls from Harry’s cock, I can see wet webs of precum on her fingers. She doesn’t protest as I carry her to a grassy lawn nearby and lay her down on her back.
Harry follows and tugs her pants off as I slip her blouse completely off of her body. Harry chuckles, “Looks like someone isn’t as good of a girl as we thought.”
I glance at him and follow his gaze down to Julia’s pussy, which is covered by a thin, lacy pink thong. I reach into my pocket and withdraw the pair she was wearing earlier. “Julia,” I tut. “Didn’t I tell you that your underwear was mine? What are you doing wearing another pair?”
She blushes and bites her lip, her eyes darting towards Harry. We watch as her teeth graze over her bottom lip. He cocks a brow and we chuckle darkly. “Oh, well you are a very naughty girl,” he purrs.
And then he’s bent over her pussy, catching that lacy thong in his teeth. With a groan, he drags the panties down her legs, one hand over her now bare pussy. She gasps, smiling with satisfaction as he uses his teeth to toss the thong away.
“Very naughty,” I whisper, slipping a thumb in her mouth.
She sucks my digit, her tongue swirling over it and I groan, imagining that mouth on my cock. I roll her to her side and meet Harry’s gaze.
“You first,” he says, moving up towards her mouth.
I lay myself out behind her and brace my hands on her hips. “Are you ready for this big cock in your pussy?” I breathe into her ear.
She moans and I press my cock against her heat, feeling the slick wetness there. “Oh, you’re ready,” I murmur. “Have you been ready all day?”
She nods her head vigorously, earning a grin from Harry and me. Without warning, I thrust into her, filling her completely. She releases a shrill cry, arching into me. Harry rumbles his pleasure and angles his dick towards her. She obediently takes it in her mouth, leaning towards him. I hold her in place with my hands on her hips, digging into the soft flesh there.
She may leave with bruises but judging by the way she shivers under my touch, I don’t think she’ll mind. Her pussy is like a velvet prison, one I never want to leave. I sigh deeply as I feel the slick tissue clench around my cock. “You’re so fucking tight,” I gasp. “You’re gonna make me come already.”
And as if she considers that a challenge, she grinds against me. I feel her playing her own pussy with a free hand. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as I realize what she’s doing. “You really are a good girl.”
I pound into her, going faster and faster until her she’s lurching, like a limp doll, completely pliable to my direction. I feel my orgasm building and when she gasps as her fingers roll against her clit and my cock hits that sensitive tissue in her pussy, I lose myself. I empty myself into her, filling her with my wet cum and she screams as her own orgasm hits her.
Her legs are trembling violently, I hold them in place with a strong grip as I continue thrusting until I’m empty. Her hand never leaves her clit, even for her orgasm. I fall back from her, panting, and watch as she circles Harry’s head with her tongue, one hand still on her clit. I crawl to her ear and press my lips. “Such a greedy girl,” I whisper, my tongue sweeping over her ear.
She shudders and then freezes as Harry pulls his cock from her mouth. “Sit up, baby girl,” he commands. “On your knees.”
She obeys, her cheeks flushed with her recent orgasm.
“Face him,” Harry says, slapping her ass.
She yelps and bites her lip, doing as he says. She turns to me, her eyes wet and blazing with desire. Harry positions himself behind her and I press my cock against her parted lips. With a roar, Harry thrusts inside of her, at the same time, I press my dick into her mouth.
“Oh, jewel, I can feel his cum inside you. Does it feel good to have me in you when you’re still full of his cum?” Harry asks as she mewls her pleasure.
Her tongue swirls over my head and her entire body trembles between us as we alternate our thrusts. He goes in and I slip my dick from her mouth, feeling her lips running the length of it. And then he pulls out to the very entrance of her pussy and I let her tongue caress my cock.
We’re breathing heavily now, panting together. And then Julia comes. She comes so hard her lips clamp down around my dick and she can’t even concentrate enough to keep sucking. Harry groans wildly when s
he orgasms, and I imagine her tight pussy clenched around his cock. But we don’t stop, we don’t stop because there’s a fire in her eyes and another orgasm in her body.
“You want to come again?” I ask, reaching a hand towards her breasts that dangle towards the earth.
She doesn’t answer, she simply turns her wet eyes to me and holds my gaze as she drags her tongue over my balls. I shudder but hold back my orgasm. We still have work to do. “Our jewel wants to come again, Harry,” I say to my friend, tweaking one of Julia’s nipples.
“Beg us, baby girl,” Harry grunts, thrusting into her.
My cock slips from her mouth as she turns her head to the sky, moaning. “Please, please. Make me come again. I need it,” she whimpers.
That simple sentence, the desperation in it, has me harder than I’ve ever been before. I’m aching for release. And then her lips are on my cock again, with an intense need I’ve never seen. She sucks and sucks my dick, her tongue running over every inch of it. I tangle my hands in her hair and pull her head back and forth over my dick, to my rhythm. Baby girl doesn’t even make a peep, she takes it and she likes it.
And then she comes again.
But this time, her whole-body lurches with the force of her orgasm. My cock falls from her lips, but the sight of her face, crumpled with ecstasy is the final blow. I come right then, my cum spraying out over her naked body and coating her chin and breasts. I watch as her tongue flicks out of her mouth to lap it up and that makes me come harder.
Behind her, Harry is roaring, bellowing his orgasm as he slams her back against his cock. She’s limp in his arms, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back into her head. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Cum leaks from her full pussy, it slips down her breasts towards her navel. Our jewel is soaked in it. She’s shaking as Harry holds her steady while he empties himself into her. She shudders once. Twice. Three times. And a final fourth time as the aftershocks of her orgasm fade.
