by Becca Van
Seamus placed one of his hands on top of her pubic bone, his thumb resting in the top crease of her pussy, and pulled the skin up, releasing her little pink clit from its small hood. He bent his head back down, licked and nibbled on that little pearl of flesh until she was sobbing incoherently with pleasure. He used a finger on his other hand and rimmed around the edge of her cunt hole, coating the end of his digit with her cream. He eased the tip into her flesh and moaned as her muscles clamped down on him. His little minx was trying to draw his finger farther into her body. He lapped at her clit and slowly pushed his digit deeper into her hot, tight, wet sheath. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of her cunt as he flicked his tongue over her now-protruding clit. He felt her walls tighten and ripple around his digit and knew she was close to climax. He thrust his finger faster and deeper, making sure to slide the pad of his finger over her sweet spot.
Seamus heard her long, low scream as her cunt clamped down and she bucked beneath his hands and mouth. He kept thrusting his finger in and out of her contracting pussy, making sure to give her every bit of pleasure as she climaxed. He slurped up her juices as they gushed from her body. He and Connell soothed her down from her climatic high by rubbing her skin with light, easy touches until her breathing slowed once more.
“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I let you do that,” Leah said as she sat up, crossing her arms over her chest and one leg over the other.
“What’s not to believe, darlin’? You were horny and in need. We wanted to pleasure you,” Seamus replied.
“But, I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m just as bad as my mother was.”
“What do you mean by that, baby?” Connell asked, taking her chin in his hand, turning her head to meet his gaze.
“My mother was the town whore. Looks like the apple never falls far from the tree.”
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again, Leah. You’re not your mother. Just because you let us give you a climax, let us make you feel good, doesn’t mean you’re a whore,” Connell said firmly but quietly.
“Are you still a virgin, darlin’?” Seamus asked.
“Well, I was but I don’t suppose I am anymore,” Leah replied.
“You are still a virgin, darlin’ and there is no way in hell you’re a whore.” Seamus reiterated his brother’s words. “Most women have had at least two lovers by the time they’re your age and we wouldn’t label them whores either.”
“Really?”
“Yes really. Come on, let us help you get dressed and then we’ll make some supper,” Seamus said. “I’m hungry.”
Chapter Five
Leah set the timer on the oven and sighed. Her hands had healed nicely, and over the next couple of weeks she got into a routine of cleaning house and cooking meals for the O’Hara brothers. They hadn’t made any more moves on her since her first night in their home, and she wondered if the sight of her fat, naked body had turned them off. But then she would catch them watching her with such heat in their eyes she wondered how her hair hadn’t been singed from her head. They took the opportunity to touch her often, on the arms, the back, and even gave her a pat on the ass. Both of them always gave her a peck on the lips and a hug each morning and evening. She felt like she was a sexual time bomb with all their teasing touches and found at times she had to physically restrain herself from jumping their bones.
Leah had just finished the last preparation for supper and put the casserole in the oven when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“You don’t deserve to be living with those two men in their house. You need to die, you fat bitch.”
Leah’s hand shook as she replaced the receiver. She felt cold to the bones, but sweat broke out on her forehead. The voice had definitely been a male’s, but whoever it was had disguised their voice in a low, fierce whisper. She wondered if her ex-boss had found out where she was, or maybe one of his dumbass friends. She had no idea what she’d done to deserve that call, those threatening words, and hoped she never found out.
She heard horse hooves pounding into the ground, rushed over to the window, and looked out. The sight of Connell and Seamus riding horses bigger than they were, their legs gripping their mounts’ sides, made her cream her panties. They were such big, rugged men. The muscles in their thighs rippling as they rode, as well as the sinew and striations in the forearms moving as they controlled their mounts, turned her on every time she saw them. She watched as they dismounted and handed the reins of their horses over to one of the ranch hands then turned toward the house.
Leah was in the process of setting the table with utensils, plates, dinner rolls, and butter as they entered the mudroom. She heard their boots hit the floor, and then she knew they would head for showers to clean up before dinner. She looked up when she heard the rustle of clothes and gazed into Connell’s stormy gray eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Connell asked.
“Nothing, dinner is nearly ready and should be hot by the time you’ve cleaned up,” Leah replied, her eyes moving away from his.
“Are you lying to me, Leah?” Connell asked, and moved farther into the room.
“No.”
“Look at me when you talk to me, baby,” Connell stated. He reached out and took her chin between his fingers and thumb. “Now answer the question again. What’s wrong?”
“I got a phone call a few minutes ago,” Leah explained.
“And?” Connell asked.
“It wasn’t very nice.”
“Who was it? What did they say?”
“They said I didn’t deserve to be living here with you in your house and that I needed to die.”
“What the fuck? Who would do such a thing?” Seamus roared.
Leah turned toward the door where Seamus was standing, his stance aggressive. His hips were thrust forward, his hands were on his hips, and she could see anger radiating from his eyes. She hadn’t even known he was there until he spoke.
“Connell, call Luke and Damon, I want them putting a tap on the phone line,” Seamus said.
“I don’t think that’s really necessary, Seamus. It was probably just some kid dialing random numbers getting kicks,” Leah said.
“You don’t believe that any more than we do, do you, baby?” Connell asked. “I think it’s time you and I paid Earl a little visit, Seamus.”
“You can’t do that, Connell. You don’t have any proof it was Earl or his toadies,” Leah said.
“Fuck, Leah’s right. I’ll call Luke and get him or Damon to put a trace on our line. There’s nothing we can do until we’ve got proof,” Seamus stated.
“Why don’t you two go clean up? Dinner will be on the table by the time you’re done,” Leah said, turning toward the kitchen.
“Don’t let that bastard get to you, baby. He’s not worth it,” Connell said from behind her.
Leah sighed as Connell wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her back against his front. She felt him kiss her head as he gave her a squeeze and released her once more. She loved that they hugged, touched, and kissed her all the time. The only thing that worried her about it was that she was beginning to have feelings for the two big men. She was scared of getting her heart broken in two.
As they ate dinner Leah listened to Connell and Seamus discussing what needed to be done on their ranch. She didn’t listen to their actual conversation, but the deep timbre of Connell’s voice and Seamus’s gravelly, lyrical cadence made her squirm in her seat. She didn’t know what it was about the two men that turned her on so much, but she didn’t care. They were so loving and protective of her, and she lapped up every bit of their attention. She knew she had been starved of human companionship from an early age and hoped the two big men didn’t see her attention as too desperate. Not that they’d ever said anything, and they were the ones touching and kissing her. So maybe she was reading more into it than she should. She was so confused. Why hadn’t they tried to make another move toward her since that wonderful firs
t night? Maybe the sight of her body had turned them off after all, and they were just too polite to say anything.
Leah pushed her half-eaten meal aside and drank her glass of water. Whenever her mind was in tumult her appetite always seemed to suffer.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Why aren’t you eating your food?” Seamus asked.
Leah looked up and gave a shrug of her shoulders. “I’m just not that hungry, I guess.”
“You look tired, baby. Why don’t you let Seamus and I clean up the kitchen and go and have a soak in the tub?” Connell suggested.
“I can’t let you two clean up in here. You’ve been working hard all day,” Leah protested.
“Yeah, you can. I insist. You’re looking a little pale, baby. I don’t want you getting sick. Now, go on and have a bath. We’ll clean up the dishes,” Connell reiterated.
Leah sighed, gave them a nod, and left for her bath.
* * * *
“What do you think is worrying her?” Seamus asked.
“I don’t know. She’s been a little down the last couple of days, so it wasn’t just that phone call.”
“She is so sexy. Every time I see her or just think about her I get hard enough to pound nails,” Seamus groaned out.
“Yeah, me, too,” Connell stated. “Do you think it’s too early to make our next move on her?”
“Nah. She looks at you like she’s starving. She wriggles and squirms in her seat and her nipples get hard,” Seamus told his brother.
“She looks at you the same way, whenever she thinks we’re not watching her. I think it’s time we make love to her and make her ours. I feel I’ve got a case of blue balls after holding back for so long,” Connell explained. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up and see if she’ll accept us loving on her together.”
Chapter Six
Leah had her eyes closed and her head resting on a rolled-up towel on the edge of the bathtub. She heard a faint click but was too tired to lift her head and open her eyes. The odor of her favorite scent, frangipani, floated up to her from the warm water, and she inhaled the wonderful, relaxing fragrance. An unfamiliar noise penetrated her senses, and she opened her eyes to see Connell and Seamus standing before her, gloriously nude.
“So, are you going to join me, or are you just going to stand there staring?”
She felt her areolas pucker and her nipples go hard as she stared with openmouthed stupefaction. The two men were so packed full of muscle their arms rested inches from the sides of their bodies. They each had hair on their chests. Seamus’s was a light mixture of blonde and light brown between his pectoral muscles, and she couldn’t stop her eyes from following that treasure trail down to the prize. His cock was huge and erect. The head of his cock was level with his belly button, and it moved slightly with every beat of his heart.
Leah slid her eyes over to Connell. He had a dark thatch of hair framing his cock, and he was even more impressive than his brother. His cock was so wide and long she squeezed her legs together in nervous anticipation. She let her eyes travel up the length of Connell’s body, taking in the rippling of his abs and pecs as he shifted on his feet. She met his eyes and felt her blood heat, her pussy soften and weep, and knew she was in trouble. She now knew that the two men standing before her wanted her as much as she wanted them, and there was no way in hell she was turning them away. She’d been waiting for this moment ever since she had first laid eyes on them. Leah nearly laughed when both the men scrambled to get into the tub.
Connell sat down on her left, and Seamus sat to her right.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are, darlin’?” Seamus said, leaning over and down until his face was inches from hers.
“Really? You truly think I’m pretty?” Leah asked, noting the breathless quality of her own voice.
“Nah, darlin’, you’re not pretty. You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You have me hard just by breathing,” Seamus said.
Leah reached up with her hands, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his mouth down the last couple of inches. He slid his moist, warm lips over hers, and she gave herself over to him. She opened her mouth as he swept his tongue inside, and she reciprocated by tangling her tongue along his. His tongue twirled and explored every crevice, and he nibbled on her bottom lip. When the need for air intruded Seamus pulled back away from her, and she was happy to hear him breathing just as heavily as she was.
“My turn,” Connell rasped out.
Leah turned her head at the sound of Connell’s voice and saw him nudge Seamus out of his way. She felt his hands at her waist, and then she was being pulled onto his lap. She ended up straddling his thighs, her ass resting on his firm quads and her breasts mashed against his hard chest. She looked up at him to find his head was already lowering to hers. He consumed her mouth, taking her body, heart, and soul along for the ride. She knew in that moment that she was going to get hurt, but she was going to take every bit of love and affection the two brothers gave her until it was over. At least then she would have the memories to look back on and know she had felt love for two very special men.
Leah moaned into Connell’s mouth as his tongue moved over hers. She couldn’t get enough of his taste. He was such a big man she felt so small and feminine in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. She felt a slick hand roaming over her and the heat of Seamus’s body at her back. He slid his hands between her and Connell’s chests as he began to lather her breast with bodywash. She pulled her mouth from Connell’s, her breathing fast, and leaned her back against Seamus’s chest. She cried out as he pinched her nipples, which made her arch up, begging for more.
“Stand up, darlin’,” Seamus demanded in a deep, raspy voice. “I want to wash your sexy body.”
Leah stood and was thankful for Seamus’s steady arm. He wrapped one large, muscular arm around her waist to help her to her feet and to keep her from slipping. She saw Seamus pass the bottle of bodywash over to Connell, and he squirted some of the thick, yellow, viscous fluid into the palm of his hand. Then she moaned and leaned back into Seamus as four hands glided over every inch of her naked skin, washing her from head to toe. Once they were done, Connell tugged her down and he and Seamus rinsed her off.
She clutched at Connell’s shoulders when he scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her out of the tub. Seamus was already waiting with a large bath towel, and when his brother set her on her feet, Seamus began to dry her off. He was quick and efficient with his movements but very gentle with her. The two men then concentrated on drying themselves so quickly she couldn’t prevent a gurgle of laughter from escaping her mouth.
“You should do that more often, baby,” Connell said.
“What?”
“Laugh,” Connell answered. “When you laugh it lights up your whole face and you have the cutest little dimple which peeks out, right here. Come on, let’s get you to bed. You’re dead on your feet.”
Connell picked Leah up and carried her through to the bedroom. He placed her into the middle of the bed and got in beside her. She felt the mattress dip, and then Seamus’s front was plastered against the length of her back. Connell pulled her into his big body with an arm around her shoulders, giving her his bicep to use as a pillow, his front facing her. She felt hands caressing up and down her back, over her hips and stomach. Then Connell pulled her thigh up over one of his hips and slid his hand down to her mound. He rimmed a large finger around her pussy hole, gathered some of her juices, and glided back up through her wet folds. He rubbed the pad of his finger over her clit and had her back up to flash point in seconds.
Leah moaned and bucked her hips as her belly grew heavy with liquid heat. She was on fire, and only the two men with her could put out the flames. She felt Seamus slide his hands up her rib cage and cup her breasts. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, making electric pulses travel straight down to her cunt. She could feel her cream leaking from her pussy onto her thigh and wanted one of them to make love to he
r now. She whimpered as Connell eased the tip of another finger into her pussy and began to massage her clit with his thumb. She couldn’t get enough. She rocked her hips, trying to get his finger deeper into her wet sheath, to relieve the throbbing ache inside her. She opened her eyes to see Connell staring down at her, a grimace of pleasure on his face as he watched her. She reached up and brought his mouth down to hers, opened up to him, and kissed him with abandon.
Leah felt Connell slide his finger further into her depths and couldn’t stop her flinch of pain as he stretched her hymen. She’d heard it could be painful to have sex for the first time, but it also depended on the woman. Connell withdrew his mouth from hers and looked deeply into her eyes.
“Baby, are you sure you want to do this? We haven’t even discussed about us wanting to share you,” Connell stated.
“Why do you want to love me together?”
“Seamus and I have always been interested in the same women. When we were younger we started thinking about sharing a woman, but we didn’t think any woman would be interested, so we never pursued the idea. Luke Sun-Walker is a friend of ours, and he told us of his unique relationship as well as the others in this town. We decided that is the sort of relationship we wanted as well and here we are,” Connell explained.
“I’m attracted to you both and as much as I want this I’m afraid of causing trouble between you. The last thing I want to do is make either of you jealous and affect the relationship you have with each other.”
“Darlin’, that will never happen. We want to make love to you together and yes, sometimes separately as well. But we will never be jealous of you spending time with each of us. We trust each other implicitly and we know you would never play one of us off against the other,” Seamus elucidated.
“You don’t know that I wouldn’t. You hardly know me.”
