by Myla Jackson
Sean pushed up inside her, his hands pressing her down over him at the same time. He settled into a rhythm, sliding in and out, increasing his speed until he rocked like a piston.
Tanner’s probing continued matching Sean’s pace, Gabe’s fingers flicking at her clit.
“Oh, sweet heaven.” Sean jerked to a halt, his jaw tightening, his head thrown back. “I want to stay here forever.”
“You got that right.” Tanner said, his fingers sliding into Isabella’s anus.
With the two men inside her and one flicking the bundle of nerves, she thought the water around her would boil as hot as she was.
Tanner slipped free.
Sean thrust once more, then pulled out, his breath labored, his body rigid, his jaw tight. “Incredible. Absolutely incredible.” When he had himself under control, he kissed her lips. “Now, your turn.” He carried her to a rock ledge, setting her bottom on the cool stone.
“Let me.” Tanner spread her legs, draping them over his shoulders, and tongued her clit, flicking and teasing, sucking at the little nubbin.
Gabe climbed up beside and stroked her breasts, pinching the nipples between his thumbs.
Though her body soared, her heart hurt at the possibility of choosing between them or leaving them alone.
For now, she just wanted to love each one of them.
Isabella reached out and wrapped her hand around Gabe’s cock. “I want you too.” She tugged gently, lying back on the rock, urging him to straddle her.
Gabe placed a knee on either side of her head, spreading his legs wide enough to lower himself over her, then he dropped to all fours, his cock sliding into her mouth.
She grabbed his buttocks, her fingers sinking in, pulling him closer. Giving pleasure while receiving it sent Isabella bursting over the top. Tingles started in her fingers and toes and spread like lightning, shooting toward the center of her body. Her back arched and she cried out, the sound muffled by Gabe’s shaft. She urged Gabe to pump faster as Tanner’s tongue strokes sped, his fingers slipping in and out of her cunt.
Gabe tensed, his dick deep in her mouth.
Isabella quivered, another intense orgasm rocking her. She sucked hard on Gabe’s cock, every nerve in her body strung as tight as a bowstring.
Gabe yanked free, his come shooting out over the rock beside her.
Yes. Isabella liked that he’d peaked in her mouth, that she could make him so crazy with lust he’d hit the big “O” while making love to her with his brothers present.
Before Isabella’s waves of sensations waned, Tanner stood and slipped inside her slick, drenched channel.
He thrust deep, his hands curled around her thighs, his mouth set in a thin line as he pumped in and out.
Isabella lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, urging him to go faster, deeper and as hard as he could. She wanted him to fuck her like a jackhammer, again and again, his balls slapping against her buttocks.
He jerked free, breathing hard and grinning, his come jetting across her belly. “You’re amazing, Isabella.” He kissed her. “I’d have stayed a little longer, but without a condom...I just wanted to be extra safe."
She laughed out loud as she fell back to earth, her body going limp in the wake of the most satisfying sexual experience of her life.
Gabe, Tanner and Sean spread out on the rock ledge near her.
Life didn’t get better than this. “I could live like this,” she whispered.
“What did you say?” Gabe asked.
Isabella smiled. “I’ve never had a more beautiful day.” Even as she said the words aloud, she knew it was all a dream. No woman had the right to claim three men. Ultimately, she’d have to make a choice.
Chapter Eight
Gabe called a meeting of his brothers in the barn the next morning.
Tanner, Sean and Jesse lounged against the walls.
“Why are we having a meeting?” Jesse asked.
“You don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to. I know you need to get ready for the wedding. This conversation doesn’t really have much to do with you, anyway.”
“I do need to check on a few things before the wedding party arrives.” Jesse straightened and glanced at his watch. “What does your little meeting have to do with?”
“Isabella,” Gabe responded.
With a grin, Jesse settled back against a stall door. “Then I guess I’ll hear you out. The details can wait. I have plenty of time.”
Gabe shook his head. “You already have a fiancé.”
“Yeah, but it’s been fun watching you three fight over one lady.” He nodded toward his other brothers. “Go on. I’ll just listen.”
“I wanted you all to know I invited Isabella to use the barn and ride the horses any time she wants.”
Sean clapped his hands together, grinning. “Great. I can’t wait to see her again. When’s she coming?”
“That’s just it.” Gabe’s lips thinned. “She said she wouldn’t come if we crowd her. She told me that she understands the need to decide between the three of us, and she doesn’t want to be pressured.”
Tanner frowned. “You mean we can’t come around when she’s here?”
“She didn’t exactly say that, but she doesn’t want us pushing her to decide.”
“Okay, I’m good with that.” Sean grinned. “When will she be here?”
“I know the answer to that one.” Jesse crossed his arms, a smirk lifting one side of his mouth. “I invited her to the wedding.”
Gabe, Tanner and Sean all shot looks at his brother.
“I get to sit with her,” Sean said first.
“No.” Jesse laughed. “You’re in the wedding, moron.”
“At the barbeque then.”
Gabe shook his head. “Let her decide. Remember, no pressure.”
Sean’s happy face slid into a stern look. “And no arguing over her. You almost had her running last time we were…together.”
“Look at the younger brother telling the older ones how to behave.” Jesse clapped a hand on Sean’s back. “Chalk one up for the youngsters. Now, we have a wedding to get through. Let’s get going. I’m ready to start my honeymoon.” Jesse strode from the barn, whistling the wedding march.
“He’s too damned happy,” Tanner growled.
“Cut him some slack.” Gabe draped an arm around Tanner’s shoulders. “He’s getting married in a few hours.”
“And we still don’t have a girl.” Tanner stepped away from Gabe’s arm.
“We could if you two would get over yourselves,” Sean muttered.
“Think about it, Sean. How would we walk down the aisle at our own wedding with one bride and three grooms?” Gabe shook his head. “For one, it would look really weird and secondly, it’s illegal.”
Sean raised his hands in the air. “Who said we had to marry?”
Gabe laughed. “Are you kidding? Dad is hell-bent on marrying all of us off. The man wants grandkids.”
Tanner nodded. “Yeah. He’ll want us to make it legal and all.”
Sean’s brows rose. “Look at who’s talking grandkids and marriage.” He chuckled. “Weren’t you the one adamantly against our father pushing us into marrying?”
“Shut up,” Tanner warned. “I can still kick your ass.”
“You two get a grip.” Gabe jerked his head toward the barn door. “Come on, we have a wedding to go to.” And Isabella was coming to it.
Isabella grabbed Audrey’s arm. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what? You’re going to a wedding, not an inquisition.” Audrey hooked Isabella’s arm through hers. “You’ll be fine. Those O’Brien brothers aren’t going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Except decide which one I want.”
Audrey came to an abrupt halt. “Just what do you want?”
Isabella rolled her eyes, throwing her hand in the air. “I don’t know. I haven’t been seeing them long enough to know anything.”
“Bull cr
Her cheeks heating, Isabella glanced around. “Shhh. Someone might hear you.”
“And what?” Audrey grinned. “Some girl might get jealous? I know I’m a little green with envy. Three guys making love to me at once…feels pretty darned good, doesn’t it?”
Isabella’s brows rose. “You?”
Her boss winked. “I might be older than you, but not by much. And yes, I’ve had three men make love to me at once. It’s pretty damned hot.”
“But you’re with Jackson now.”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “But that was an easy decision. I only ever wanted Jackson, not his two brothers. If I’d wanted all three, I wouldn’t have settled for less. So why are you?”
“Gabe and Tanner aren’t willing to share for the long-term.”
“Then let them know it’s all or nothing.” Audrey continued forward, dragging Isabella with her. “Simple.”
If only it was that simple.
Isabella took a seat in the back row with Audrey.
Jackson joined them, lowering his length into the chair beside Audrey.
As people filed in and settled, Isabella craned her neck to catch a glimpse of her three O’Brien brothers.
Good Lord, she was already calling them hers when no one had made any such commitment.
A man playing guitar accompanied a woman singing and the bridal party began the procession down the aisle, starting with the groomsmen leading the bridesmaids to the altar.
Gabe came first with Charli Sutton on his arm. Charli was a vision in pale, lemon yellow, the color complementing her long blonde hair.
A stab of jealousy wedged into Isabella’s chest until Charli winked at Connor Mason, her fiancé. Charli was set on a fall wedding and Connor obviously couldn’t wait.
Gabe winked at Isabella, making butterflies take wing in her belly.
Tanner marched down the aisle next, Libby Jones at his side, his face as serious as only Tanner could do and still look so incredibly handsome it made Isabella’s heart flutter. As he passed her, he paused and handed her a single white rose.
Isabella’s cheeks burned as she became the center of attention when in actuality she was a late invitee to the wedding. But how sweet of Tanner, the stoic, to pause long enough to hand her a flower.
Isabella almost laughed at Libby’s Kiowa cowboys, Mark and Luke Gray Wolf, as they sat near the front, frowning fiercely until Tanner left Libby’s side to take his position beside his brothers. Isabella thought how nice it would be to be loved that much by more than one man.
Her heart melted and her gaze followed Gabe and Tanner to the arched trellis where Jesse stood waiting for his bride.
Sean practically sauntered down the aisle, smiling as if it was his day and he was about to be married.
Molly O’Brien clung to Sean’s arm, struggling to keep up in her high heels, giggling instead of cursing when she stumbled.
As Sean passed Isabella, he blew her a kiss.
Any time Isabella was around Sean, he made her smile. The man had a joy for life unrivaled by any of his brothers. Any woman would be lucky to have such an optimist for a husband.
Husband? Isabella rose as the organ player struck up Mendelssohn’s Wedding March, and Ellie Lang and her father started down the aisle.
Isabella could barely take her gaze off the beautiful bride.
Ellie wore a long white strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline, and embroidered lace with hand-sewn beadwork overlaying a satin lining. The skirt flared out below the hips, ending in a short cathedral train. As Ellie stepped forward, the tips of her white cowboy boots peeked from beneath the hemline. Her gaze centered on Jesse O’Brien.
The O’Brien men stood tall and straight, all dressed in black tuxedos and crisp white cotton shirts. Every one of them dark-haired, green-eyed and gorgeous.
A lump lodged in Isabella’s throat as Ellie stepped up to the Justice of the Peace.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, the bride and groom exchanging their vows, their happiness shining from their faces. The JP pronounced them husband and wife and a cheer went up, Texas-style. Loud and rowdy.
Isabella wiped away a tear, studying Gabe, Tanner and Sean as they congratulated their brother and new sister-in-law.
As one, the three turned her direction.
Her stomach flip-flopped, heat rising in her cheeks. How could she choose between them? Each had a quality she utterly adored. Together, they made her feel complete. If she chose only one and they actually married, she’d be a part of the family, constantly in contact with the other two. Would the two she didn’t select harbor resentment for the brother who’d won?
Could Isabella bear to see them move on, find other women and start a family apart from her? It would only be fair, but she couldn’t do it. These men were too special. Forced to choose, she knew she couldn’t.
The reception and dance following the wedding ceremony lasted long after sunset. Isabella had ridden with Audrey, who showed no sign of leaving early.
Jackson had her out on the dance floor, spinning her around in her bright red cowboy boots.
Isabella retreated to Audrey’s truck where she’d stashed a set of clothes on the off chance she’d find a chance to get away.
Gabe had given her carte blanche to ride whenever she felt like it. Right then, she felt like riding. Anything to get away from the happiness emanating from the newly married couple.
Isabella changed in the truck and jogged down the rise to the barn. The gray mare she’d ridden the day before pawed at her stall door, tossing her head.
“How would you like to go riding in the moonlight, Stormy?” Isabella called out softly.
The horse whickered, her nostrils flaring.
Isabella led the horse out, slipped the bit in her mouth, and slid the straps over her ears, buckling them in place. Preferring to ride bareback, Isabella passed the tack room without going inside as she led the mare out into the night air.
Moonlight shone down, giving the landscape a deep blue glow.
Isabella opened the gate to the pasture, led the horse through and closed it behind her. Only a few steps away from freedom from the crowd, the O’Brien men and the conclusion she’d come to.
Her eyes flooding with tears, Isabella grabbed a handful of Stormy’s mane and she swung up on her back. Then she reined the horse around and nudged her gently into a gallop, sending her away from the lights, music and men she’d come to adore.
Gabe joined Sean at the edge of the dance floor constructed especially for the wedding party. The lights, the music, the food had all been perfect except… “Have you seen Isabella?”
Sean frowned. “I was just about to ask you the same.”
“Where’s Isabella?” Tanner joined them.
Gabe shrugged. “Neither one of us have seen her.”
“Didn’t she come with Audrey?” Tanner scanned the crowded dance floor.
Audrey and Jackson chose that time to break away from the other dancers.
Gabe went after her. “Audrey, wait up.”
“Hi, Gabe.” Audrey’s face was flushed a bright pink, a thin film of perspiration making her glow. “Whatcha need?”
“Did Isabella leave?”
Audrey shook her head. “I don’t know how, unless she caught a ride home with someone else.”
“Have you seen her since the ceremony?”
“Last I saw her, she was heading for my truck, saying something about changing into something more comfortable. All she brought was jeans and her old cowboy boots.”
As soon as Audrey mentioned boots, Gabe knew.
He rejoined his brothers. “I think she’s gone riding. Come on.”
“At night?”
“She likes riding bareback in the moonlight,” Gabe said.
“Hot damn. I knew she was a woman after my own heart.” Sean took off at a jog, passing his brothers as they headed for the barn.
Tanner ground to a halt, slamming an arm into Gabe. “Wait a minute. We can’t go like this.”
Sean skidded to a halt and glanced down at his tuxedo. “Damn. You’re right.” He performed an about-face and raced for the house.
Gabe was a length ahead of him, Tanner running neck and neck.
They all emerged from the house two minutes later in jeans and boots, shirts slung over their shoulders.
When they reached the barn, Gabe went straight for Stormy’s stall.
Empty.
“She could be anywhere by now.” Gabe ran a hand through his hair.
“We have to find her. What if she falls?” Tanner led his mare out of a stall. “What if Stormy steps in an armadillo hole and throws Isabella?”
“She’s a better rider than all three of us. I doubt any of that will happen.” At least Gabe hoped nothing happened to her.
Sean turned from the saddle racks. “She didn’t take a saddle.”
Tanner’s lips thinned. “What if the horse gets spooked?” He slipped the bridle over his mare’s head and buckled it in place. Without waiting to saddle up, he headed for the door.
Sean’s brows rose. “No saddle?”
“No time.” Tanner exited, swinging up on the horse’s back. “She can’t be too far ahead.”
“Assuming you know which way she went.” Sean led his gelding outside and to the pasture gate, unlatching, then opening it.
“Not knowing the terrain very well, I’ll bet she lets the horse decide.” Gabe mounted his stallion bareback and rode through.
Sean laughed. “Stormy will go for the pool. She always does.”
Gabe dug his heels into the stallion’s flanks.
Drago leapt forward into a gallop.
Sean and Tanner followed.
Although cooler than the daytime heat, the night remained warm and balmy, the heat of the day’s sunlight absorbed in the earth.
All along the way, Gabe kept an eye out for any signs of Isabella or Stormy.
Not until they reached the crest of the hill overlooking the creek below did he see the horse or rider.
As soon as he topped the hill, he spotted Isabella, standing in the moonlight beside the horse, her body a blue-tinged silhouette against the black backdrop of the trees.
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