by Harper West
What about my family? What about my mom? And my best friends? No one would make it, it’s too soon, too last minute. I would be alone with no one to celebrate with besides Harry and Ryker.
Harry.
He’s willing to let Ryker marry me so Ryker can keep his title and province. It’s a selfless sacrifice that one could expect from a best friend. They’re like brothers. I don’t know if I could take away the happiness of one brother to satisfy the other. He told me about it, proposed on Ryker’s behalf, but the pained look in his eyes told me enough about how much it would hurt him if I were to accept.
I clutch my head, my hair still wet and stringy from the shower. The longer I think about it, the more certain I become, even though doubts plague my mind. Now, the question isn’t whether or not I would marry one of them – I would. Unequivocally, I love them. I love them more than I thought was possible. I love their selflessness, I love their humor and their kindness. Both of them, though so different, are perfect. To think that there was so much to give in my heart that I could two men at once…it’s not something I ever expected or even imagined.
So, I love them. I give my heart and my body to them each time they take me. But I don’t know if I could hurt Harry the way they’re asking me to. He’s sensitive and sweet. He acts like an asshole to protect himself and to protect Ryker, but in reality, he’s incredibly kind. They both are. And I know they share things equally, the share me equally. To give one more than the other could fracture them. Could I tear apart two brothers like that?
I sigh and lean my head back against the sofa. Marriage, huh, I think. And then the rest of my life in Nordonia. I would have to quit my job, cancel my lease on my apartment, sell my furniture, sell my car. The list goes on, the thoughts swirling through my head like cotton candy tangling itself around a paper cone.
I’ve made my decision, I know I have. I just need to get myself to accept that fact. After an hour of mulling over the situation in front of the blazing fireplace, I know what I want to do. The only question is how Harry and Ryker will react. They might hate me, they might laugh in my face. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s possible. But it’s the only thing I know to do and I know I need to try. I could never forgive myself if I didn’t. Quickly, I start a bath and then check my reflection in the mirror.
Still in my robe, I slowly wander to Ryker’s room, hoping the two of them are still holed up in there. I haven’t heard them leave, but I’ve been so wrapped up in my head I might have missed it. Outside, I stop at their door, boring holes into it. I knock hesitantly on the door. Suddenly, the door slams open, and Harry and Ryker stand in the doorway panting. They stare wild-eyed down at me and I start to feel very nervous. My stomach twists in my gut and I feel my heart drop like a stone.
“Hi,” I stammer.
“Julia,” Ryker murmurs, his eyes softening. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t—”
I raise a hand, silencing him. “I know.”
“Are you leaving?” Harry’s eyes are filled with regret.
I step away and head back to my room. “Follow me. I have something to say,” I command.
They obey, treading behind me and into my room. Inside, I close the door behind us and turn to them. They look expectantly at me. But I’m not ready to give them my answer yet, and I wouldn’t know how to explain it here anyway. Wordlessly, I untie the robe and let it fall to the floor in a bundle at my feet.
They inhale sharply at the sight of my naked body before them and I shiver under their gaze. I’ve been naked in front of them before, but never with this emotional tension between us. It makes me feel more vulnerable.
I rake my eyes up and down their bodies and find their cocks already stiff and bulging against their zippers. Perfect. I must have spoken the word aloud, because the two of them exchange a feral glance.
With their eyes watching my every move, I step nimbly around them and head to the bathroom where the tub is filled with steaming water. In the clouds of condensation, I feel more at ease, less vulnerable somehow. As expected, Ryker and Harry have followed me.
I pause at the lip of the tub, a giant pool built into the ground, and turn to them. They’re closer than I expected, but that’s fine. I want them close. Gently, I ease my hand over Ryker’s stiff cock and tug down the zipper of his trousers. He exhales slowly, his eyes locked onto my body as if he can even see inside of me to my deepest parts. It’s enough to make my heart soar and my throat to tighten with emotion.
“Take those off,” I say.
Harry is next, and I can tell he’s eager despite his cool façade. Before I can move towards his zipper, he’s caught my hand in his. He guides my hand to his groin and rubs it across his hard dick. My core is on fire and I can already feel myself getting wet. He lets me unzip him and then quickly tosses his pants aside. I can tell by the fire in their eyes that they know what comes next. A part of me hopes they can even understand my intention with this, then I can spare myself the embarrassment of making my confession.
Without a word from me, the two of them strip from their shirts and underwear until they’re naked before me. Ripped, raw, and heavily-muscled, their presence is imposing. I ease back into the water, careful on the steps leading into the tub. The water embraces me from all sides, lapping against my pussy. I shiver.
With a splash, the two men join me, their hands already reaching for me. I can’t tell what they’re thinking right now, if they think that I’m saying goodbye or that I’m accepting a future with them. All I know is that they simply want to be with me in the most intimate sense. And I feel the same way. My emotions are too raw to express myself any other way. I need this moment with them. To feel close.
Ryker reaches me first, wrapping his arms around my waist. He hoists me up until my legs are wrapped around his hips. I let him lift me and then slowly wrap my legs around him, arms around his neck. We drift through the water, eyes locked on each other. I feel a soft thrill through my body as I consider the fact that I could be married to this man. From behind me, Harry’s hands reach around to my breasts, holding them lovingly as his lips press against my neck. The simple kiss is enough to convey his feelings to me.
This easy embrace, simply and peaceful, almost brings tears to my eyes. But I tamp them down, focusing instead on how happy and grateful I am to be here with them.
If this is the last time I’ll have them, then I want everything. As if they’re thinking the same thought, Ryker and Harry attack me ferociously. The moment of peace is over, and instead, our need overflows from us. We’re desperate, all three of us. Ryker releases me, letting me return my feet to the floor. He presses his lips roughly against mine, demanding they open. I follow his lead, tangling my tongue with his as it dances through my mouth.
Behind me, I can hear Harry moan at the sight. And then suddenly, he’s turning my head away from Ryker and towards him so he can steal a kiss. Ryker growls possessively and I swiftly claim another kiss from him. A sweep of my tongue through his mouth, and then my lips are back on Harry, claiming his mouth. Both of them, I need both. I need equal love from both of them, and to show them equal parts of me.
Ryker’s hands are on my ass, a finger teasing me, while Harry focuses his attention on my breasts. I ache for them. My body aches for them and so does my heart. I fell hard and fast for these men, and I need them to know that. So, I take both their cocks in my hands, pleasuring them equally.
With a groan, Ryker pulls back, pressing himself away from me and against the edge of the tub. Harry and I watch him with concern coating our faces. “Ryker?” I ask, fear shooting through my belly.
“Julia, I can’t, not without knowing what your answer is,” he pants, shaking his head.
I push through the water towards him and press my body onto his. The length of me runs the length of him and I relish in the intimacy. “Just shut up and kiss me,” I purr, raising my lips to his.
And he does. With a fire and passion I’ve never imagined, let alone exper
ienced, Ryker kisses me as if it will be our last. He nudges me towards Harry, who is stroking his own hard cock as he watches us. But when my ass grazes his cock he sucks in a breath through his teeth and catches me in his arms. I’m frozen there, held there by his strong hands. And then I feel it.
A sweet, teasing tendril of pleasure as the head of his cock rests just against my entrance. I gasp. Neither of them have done anything more than finger my ass at this point, even though I’ve begged them to take it further. My heart is more open to them both than ever, it’s only appropriate that my body is too.
I meet his gaze over my shoulder. “I want it.”
“Want what baby girl?” He growls.
“Both of you,” I say, my eyes slipping greedily towards Ryker. “Inside of me.”
Ryker approaches and my pussy throbs with anticipation. “At the same time? Such a naughty girl,” he purrs.
The possessive, dangerous edge to his voice has me weak at the knees. Wordlessly, Ryker’s hand darts over the lips of my pussy, a knuckle rolling over my clit. I gasp loudly, loud enough that the sound echoes through the bathroom. He grins ferociously and looks behind me to meet Harry’s eyes.
Instantly, Harry has a finger in my ass, slipping in so smoothly and swiftly I don’t register it until he’s thrusting in the second. I lurch against him, towards Ryker, as if to escape. But he grips me tightly, holding me in place.
“You’re not going anywhere, jewel,” he murmurs, lips pressed against my ear. “You wanted this. And we’re going to make you feel so fucking good.”
I feel tears spring in my eyes as he fondles my ass with a third finger. And then I’m arching my back, my toes curling as Ryker curls two digits into my pussy at the same time Harry fills me with a third finger.
I feel suspended in the water between them, held up only by their fingers deep inside my body. It’s an ethereal feeling, unreal. Harry waits for the pain to ease before he gently pumps his fingers inside of me, careful not to hurt my further. I’m willing to ride through the pain if it means I can have both of them fuck me at once.
And, of course, Ryker is an excellent distraction. With his thumb on my clit and his fingers curling in and out of my core, the pleasure is immediate and intense. Slowly, Harry’s fingers in my ass lose their painful edge as they reach deeper inside of me. Something changes, something animalistic and wild that sends my body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.
I’m panting, moaning as they pump my body, making me so wet I can’t tell the difference between my own juices and the water. I clutch at Ryker with one hand, the other is one Harry’s hip. My nails dig deep into their flesh with each throb of ecstasy. I know my nails will likely break the skin, but I don’t care, and neither do they. We’re lost in our own bodies.
“I think our jewel is ready,” Ryker murmurs, scraping a fingernail over the sensitive tip of my clit.
“Ah!” I squeal, earning a smug smirk from Ryker.
“Oh, she’s ready alright,” Harry agrees, biting my neck. “What do you think, jewel, are you ready?”
I nod my head vigorously because my tongue is too busy lapping at Ryker’s chest to form words. They chuckle, voices low and deep and seductive. And suddenly, Harry’s cock is back against my ass, his fingers withdrawn. I wait, holding my breath as he plays his cock around my entrance, teasing me.
Suddenly, stars explode across my vision and I feel a waterfall of pleasure rush through my body with the force of a flash flood. My head is light, my tongue tied, my body weak as Harry slips his cock completely into my ass. It’s impossible, I think, impossible that this could feel so fucking good.
Ryker laughs softly at my reaction, his fingers stroking my breasts. Slowly, Harry pulls back and then thrusts into me again. And again. And again. And each time my body shudders with the force of his thrusts. I mewl as the pleasure rocks my body, sending my pussy aching.
As if he can sense this, Ryker positions himself in front of me, his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Weakly, I lift both hands to his chest and claw at him. “Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
He grins viciously. “Please what?” I shake my head and gasp as Harry thrusts deeper into me. “No, sweetheart, I need to hear you ask. Be a good girl.”
“Please, fuck me in the pussy,” I beg, trembling.
And then my entire body is lifted off the ground and I truly am suspended between them. Ryker’s cock is in my core, Harry’s dick in my ass, and I’m seeing fireworks. I scream as Ryker pumps into me and I feel the hot slip of precum in my pussy.
“That’s it, jewel, be loud for us,” Harry growls, tangling a fist in my hair. “Tell us how you like it.”
I cry out again as they alternate thrusting. Never at any one time am I empty of them. It’s hot, it’s mind-blowingly unbelievable sex. And I want it for the rest of my life.
Ryker bites at my breast, catching a nipple between his teeth and nibbling it gently. “You feel so fucking tight with his cock inside of you. Do you feel that, jewel? Feel how tight you are?”
It’s true, with both their cocks in me at once, my body is almost too full. I nod weakly, clinging to him as they rock me. My breasts are bouncing wildly with each thrust and I’m shivering like a naked woman on Mount Everest. It’s almost too much for me. It’s almost enough to make me beg them to stop because the pleasure is frightening. It’s so strong, so intense, I’m afraid my body will break.
A shrill scream rips from my throat as I orgasm, just as Ryker’s cock hits that sensitive flesh in my pussy. The noise is so loud I know the entire castle must have heard it. But Ryker and Harry are thrilled at the noise. They double their efforts, pumping into me faster, gripping me harder, kissing me deeper.
The grind me through it, this orgasm that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. To my surprise, my body doesn’t break as I climax. Instead, I feel it grow stronger, more alive. I cry their names as my body clenches around their cocks and I physically lift my toes from the ground to curl in on my climax.
When I shout their names, they release themselves into me. Hot streams of cum pour into my ass and my pussy, filling me up. They bellow and roar and growl as they pump into me. And I orgasm a second time with I see their faces lost in that wave of pleasure. This orgasm is short, sweet, and to the point. It leaves me numb everywhere but my core and my ass.
Slowly, Harry and Ryker ease out of me, carefully placing me back on my unsteady legs. I sag back against Harry, letting my head fall against the crook of his shoulder. Ryker’s hands drift down my body to settle at my hips, holding me gently. We sit in silence for a moment, relishing the ecstasy fading.
Ryker drops a kiss to my collarbone, his tongue barely flicking out over the bone. He stares up at me through long lashes. “So, is this goodbye?” he asks, sorrow flickering over his face.
I know its time to tell them the truth with my words. Now that my body has done the talking for me, they need to hear it straight from my lips. I feel confident now, sure of my decision.
I giggle softly. “No.” I turn my head so I can peer into Harry’s eyes. “It’s not goodbye.”
“You’ll marry him?” Harry’s arms squeeze me tighter, protectively.
“I will,” I say, taking a deep breath. “But I have a request.”
“Name it,” Ryker says, his steel grey eyes boring into me.
“I don’t think I could ever marry only one of you. Even if we could be together in private – it would never be enough for me,” I say, pulling away from the two men so I can face them. I take Harry’s hand in mine, and then Ryker’s. “Will you both marry me?”
I feel my own nerves twisting in my belly as I wait for them to reply. I don’t know if there’s a law against such a thing, or if perhaps Harry and Ryker would be personally against marrying the same woman. But I knew I had to ask. I don’t think we could be happy any other way. So, I wait with bated breath as they take in my words.
Ryker’s jaw falls slack, his eyes wide. But Harry is smiling b
roadly and squeezing my hand tightly. “Julia, of course,” he breathes as he raises my hand to his lips.
“You would do that?” Ryker asks.
I nod. “I would. I want to.”
A sweet, loving smile stretches over Ryker’s face and he pulls me into his arms. “Julia, how could we be so lucky?”
Harry slips me from Ryker’s arms to embrace me. “Our perfect jewel.”
I want to marry them right now, if we could, but I know there are hoops to jump through first. Most importantly, if we can even do such a thing. But I’m eager, and my heart is bursting. And I feel so complete wrapped up with the two of them.
“When?” I ask, happiness blossoming in my chest. I can’t believe I get to be with these men for the rest of my life. Together. Legally, publicly, and completely.
“How about right now?” Harry suggests, biting at my earlobe playfully.
I swat him away and laugh aloud, a joyous smile tugging at my lips. I’m tempted to agree, but I know it’s unrealistic. But our emotions are running high, and I know they’re both feeling the same joy I am.
“Julia deserves more than a shotgun wedding,” Ryker says. “And there’s business you and I need to take care of in Ivanfjord, Harry. But, Julia, do you think three days is enough?”
“Three days?” I blink. “That’s three days before the end of the two weeks, do you want to wait a little longer?”
“Three days is almost too long.” He smiles earnestly.
I feel a small thrill and a weak throb in my pussy at his words. “I think I could get my mom here in time,” I say pensively.
“Your mom?” Harry arches a brow. “Whatever she needs, say the word. We’ll pay for her tickets, everything.”
“You would do that?” I ask, my heart melting in my chest.
“We would do anything for you,” Ryker says softly.
And then they kiss me, Harry’s lips on my shoulder, Ryker’s on my forehead. And it’s sweet and lovely and perfect. My heart is soaring with happiness as we nestle together in my bathtub, discussing plans for the wedding. They bend to my will in every case, the color, the cake, the theme. Whatever I want, they swear they will tear the earth apart to get it for me. It’s dramatic, but heart-wrenchingly sweet.
