Forgotten Family

by Brynn Paulin

  Kyle’s fingers caught the top edge of her bra and yanked down one cup. His hand immediately caught the revealed breast, and as if they’d done it a million times before, lifted it to Marcus as Marcus bent and took the hard nipple between his lips.

  With a groan, she rested against Kyle as Marcus suckled at her, pulling her deep inside his hot, damp mouth. His teeth raked over her, his tongue lashing at the tip. Kyle renewed his play on her other nipple.

  Her legs trembled as her cream rushed into her cunt which vibrated with every touch. Her tender flesh seemed to buzz as the blood pounded through it, swelling her labia and readying her for a cock. Or their cocks? She didn’t know. Would they both fuck her? She hoped so. She wanted them both madly at the moment.

  Marcus unclasped her bra and removed it while Kyle continued tugging at her nipples. Then Marcus went to his knees before her. Hooking his index fingers in her panties, he pulled them lower. He kissed the top of her curls and followed her underwear with his mouth as he dragged the garment lower. His tongue made a circle on her thigh while he shoved the scrap off her. Nudging her legs so his knees were between and she was forced to lean more heavily on Kyle, he lifted his hands.

  She moaned as he traced her seam with his thumbs. And when he parted her, opening her burning flesh to the cool air, she whimpered. Then his mouth was on her. Right then and there, she knew. Not about her past, which loomed like a big black hole behind her. No, she knew that any woman who’d experienced one man at her breasts while another sucked at her clit would never go back to a one-man-one-woman relationship.

  Kyle’s lips travelled the length of her neck to her ear. “I want to fuck you. It’s been so long, love.”

  “Yes…” she sighed, wondering if they’d been apart because of the separateness she’d sensed earlier. How had she borne it? “Please, yes.”

  “Oh yeah, give me your cream,” Marcus growled. His tongue shot over her, lapping at her folds, spearing into her trembling channel. She was so close to orgasm. It hovered moments away, and her whole being reached for it.

  Kyle’s cock nudged her buttocks as he continued to kiss the side of her neck, behind her ear and up to her temple. “I’ll fuck you hard, just like you like it,” he whispered. “And I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming beneath me as you have the climax of your life.”

  “Kyle,” she breathed. Her hand went to the top of Marcus’ head, steadying herself as he nipped at her clit and fire rocketed through her. Her other arm wound up behind Kyle’s head.

  “And you’re going to milk my cock until I cum hard inside you.” He pinched her nipples hard. “In that pussy that belongs to Marc and me. You’re ours. Ours.”

  Marina’s breath caught and fisted in her chest as her body shuddered, lights flying before her eyes. A massive climax scraped through her, dragging away all remnants of separateness and leaving her raw and needy for the healing from her men.

  “Yeah, like that, baby,” Marcus groaned.

  She was falling, but not afraid as their hands guided her. She landed softly on the bed. Kyle was immediately over her. Marcus lay beside her on the pillows. As Kyle’s cock nudged her entrance, Marcus kissed her again. Her taste was heavy on his lips, but she ate at him hungrily, savouring the proof of how they aroused her. He absorbed her groan as Kyle surged forward, parting her oversensitive tissues. He was so wide. Did it always feel this…tight? This good?

  “Marina, oh love,” he rasped. “You feel so good.”

  “And when he’s done…” Marcus paused and smiled down at her. “When he’s done, it’s my turn. You could never have less than both of us, baby. You’re our little nympho,” he whispered. “Anything less than both of us—or one and a toy—just wouldn’t satisfy you. On the outside you’re so proper, but we know. You’re the hottest thing to come down our pikes.”

  So what did that make her?

  “But you’re ours and only ours,” Marcus growled. “Just ours.”

  “Just ours,” Kyle echoed.

  Marcus licked a path to her breast while Kyle grasped her hips and started an insistent rhythm that demanded her orgasm rush out to meet him once more. And then it did, racing through her with fury and shaking them both as her sheath clenched around his driving cock. Tremors rolled through her limbs. Marina screamed, her head pushed back into the pillows as she arched. Kyle jerked between her legs. His hot cum poured from him.

  “So beautiful,” Marcus murmured as Kyle’s bellow of possession twined with hers to become one voice. “That’s so fucking beautiful. The two people I love most in climaxes…”

  Marina turned her head and kissed him hard. Kyle fell backward onto his haunches, panting.

  “Be right back,” Marcus promised. He kissed her breast then her belly and down her thigh as he headed for Kyle. Leaning over her, he took Kyle’s still hard cock between his lips, sucking and licking away their releases. Kyle groaned, slowly fucking Marcus’ mouth.

  Entranced, Marina propped herself on her elbows and watched the two men. Speaking of beauty…

  The sight made her almost as hot as when they were touching her. Soon Kyle was fully hard again and Marcus knelt up to kiss his mouth.

  “And now you fuck me,” he said.

  “Yes, Marcus,” Kyle replied quietly. Two strong men, powerful, but now she knew which one was more dominant—and he was crawling between her thighs and spreading her pussy with a cock even wider than Kyle’s.

  “Oh, Marcus, yes,” she cried, echoing Kyle. He pushed fully inside her, making his claim where Kyle had just been, branding her as his as well. Fully seated, he paused. After a moment, she looked up at him. He watched her, his lips slightly parted. A shadow momentarily blocked the light then a look of agonised pleasure contorted Marcus’ face. His mouth opened wider as his eyes closed, and his head tilted back. Slowly, he rocked into her. Then out. The base of his cock ground against her. Suddenly, he grunted, and she knew Kyle was pressing his shaft into him.

  They moved in tandem, Marcus braced on his arms over her, Kyle holding Marcus’ hips. Together, the men moved in. Together, they moved out. Together, all three of them tumbled over the edge of all reason, coming with harsh tremors before they all collapsed together on the mattress.

  Marina breathed heavily. Though the loving had been more laid back the second time, it hadn’t been any less intense.

  Marcus kissed her shoulder. “Okay?”

  “Mmm… Mmm-hmm…”

  Kyle laughed. “God, I love you Marina.”

  She smiled, liking the sound of that and the way it filled the emptiness she’d felt all week.

  “I know you don’t remember,” he continued, nuzzling her neck. “So I guess I’ll tell you. You know how some people have wheat allergies? You have a semen allergy. Puts you right to sleep. Better than a sleeping pill.”

  “Mmm…” she murmured again, unable to grasp more energy than to say that. This was her bed—her comfortable, comfortable bed—and these were her men. Wrapped in their strong arms, she drifted off to sleep in peace but in hope of memories returning tomorrow.

  Marcus ran a thumb over her bruised cheek. “Welcome home, Marina.”

  Chapter Three

  Marina startled awake, disoriented and confused as to why obviously naked flesh pressed to either side of her. Since she really had no memories to speak of, other than what had occurred the last couple of days, it instantly came back to her. This was her bed. Marcus and Kyle lay on either side of her, their strong arms holding her tight.

  It had been late afternoon when they’d left the hospital and come home. She guessed now, from the wan light coming through the curtains that it must be early evening.

  Carefully, she disengaged herself from the two men and crawled from the bed. She’d get a shower then figure out how to order pizza for the three of them. A weird craving for a slice of double cheese and mushroom gnawed at her middle, but then she’d barely eaten the whole time she’d been at the hospital, finding the fare both uninteresting and una
ppealing. Now if they’d had pizza…

  Okay, so that was one thing. Apparently, she liked pizza, and looking in her closet as she went inside to grab clothes for after her shower, it appeared she liked blue and feminine silky clothes. She selected a summery dress in a floral print then found some lacy lingerie to wear under it. Perhaps that was a weakness, too. There wasn’t a utilitarian item amongst the frothy wisps. A jewellery chest sat near the door and she decided to peek inside. If she was going to dress as she suspected she always did, evidenced by the garments in the closet, she might as well do the whole ball of wax.

  Opening the lid, she saw a tray holding a few rings. One in particular drew her—a braided band in three shades of gold. Her hand seemed to be in slow motion as she lifted it.

  With this ring, we commit our lives to you…

  Marina jolted as the words filled her head, followed by a vivid memory connected to those words. Kyle and Marcus both held her left wrist, each had their fingers on this ring as they stared into her eyes, their gazes full of unrestrained love.

  Criminy, this was her wedding ring—that’s what they called it anyway since their hearts were wed and they considered themselves married. The world would prefer they called it a commitment ring, she supposed. Startled at the sudden scrap of memory, she stared at the band. What was it doing in here? Why wasn’t she wearing it? With the same rightness she’d felt before, that knowing she belonged here with these men, she slipped the band into place on her left hand.

  A heart-shaped pendant of gold and diamonds lay in a well next to the ring tray. She lifted it, thinking it would go well with the outfit she’d selected.

  Emily…

  Instant pain sliced through her. An overwhelming sadness. Depression. Emptiness—emptiness far worse than she’d felt when she’d thought she was alone in the world.

  The necklace dropped from her fingers. Something was going on here. Something she’d sensed when they’d first arrived. Something off… But she wasn’t sure the men would tell her what it was. Somehow, she’d have to figure it out on her own. Or let it go. There was enough strain here without her pressing something that made them uncomfortable.

  She glanced towards the bed before she headed for the shower. Whatever it was, perhaps her amnesia was a bit of a gift. She belonged here. She had no doubt on that. There was also no doubt, their relationship was mucked up. Without the details hanging over her and colouring her perspective, she knew it could be fixed. The time she’d spent with them and the memory vibrations filling her senses told her that.

  Leaving the guys to sleep like the dead as they were, she went in search of a bathroom other than the one attached to their room. There was one just down the hall filled with enough feminine toiletries that she suspected she’d been using it rather than the one off the master bedroom. Another mystery. It unsettled her, but she chose to look at it as a gift for the moment.

  After her shower, she wandered downstairs to the kitchen. A magnet for Positively Pizza was on the corner of the fridge and she dialled the number, happy that feeding her craving would be so easy.

  “Hey, Marina,” the boy who answered greeted her after she’d identified herself. “You want your regular order?”

  Um… “Can you remind me what that is?” she asked tentatively. She didn’t want to admit she couldn’t remember a thing, but she didn’t want to say yes and end up with lasagne or something.

  “Oh sure. One double cheese and mushroom, and one sausage, onion and green pepper. Both large. And a two-litre of Coke.”

  Perfect. “Yes, I’d like that. You can deliver it to the house?”

  “Absolutely,” the boy replied. “You want me to charge your regular card?”

  “Thank you. That would be great.” And a relief. She hadn’t even thought about how she’d pay for it—of course her purse was around here somewhere, and along with her ID, she did have a few credit cards.

  “Okay, give us fifteen minutes, and we’ll run that around the corner to you.”

  After hanging up, she wandered around the house, and perhaps that was a mistake. Over and over, the name Emily radiated to her until she mentally built a wall to keep it out. By the time the pizza arrived, she was no longer hungry. She scrawled her name on the credit card slip, hoping it matched her signature and the amnesia hadn’t messed with her writing, then headed back to the kitchen with the food.

  Double doors opened onto a large deck off the kitchen. After dropping the boxes on the table, she headed outside. The view was spectacular. The setting sun cast the rolling waves of Lake Michigan in an orange hue that grew deeper as it drew closer to the horizon. White terns still flapped around on the shore where the water crashed rhythmically to the sand. The calls of the birds combined with the lake sounds drew her further outside. With each step, the peace she’d had with Kyle and Marcus returned.

  She settled into a wide lounger and curled into the corner, closing her eyes and letting resonance of nature fill her. This place was perfect.

  The house needs work but we can do that…and add a deck. Just listen to the water…

  In her mind’s eye, she saw the three of them standing behind the house where the deck now stood. The structure had been dilapidated then, but the three of them had had such hope and so many plans—plans that had apparently come to fruition since a town now surrounded them.

  “Hey, there you are.”

  She looked up to see Marcus in the doorway, a plate in his hand and a piece of pizza at his lips. He’d tossed on a white T-shirt and a loose pair of jeans that hung low on his hips.

  “You got my favourite,” he said as he came to sit by her.

  Clad like Marcus, Kyle came outside, also eating a piece of pizza and dropped into a deck chair across from them. An errant breeze ruffled his tousled brown hair and chilled him just enough that his small, male nipples pressed against his tee. “Yeah, my favourite, too.”

  “I cheated. They asked if I wanted the usual.”

  Marcus laughed at that as he handed her the plate. “You need to eat, baby. Are you okay?”

  “I’m good,” she answered, looking out over the waves. “Starting to get some memories.”

  “Oh? Like what?” Marcus asked casually, perhaps a bit too casually. When she glanced over at Kyle, he seemed to have tensed.

  She shrugged then lifted her hand, showing them her ring. For the first time, she saw they both wore bands matching hers. “Our commitment ceremony. And when we decided to buy this house.”

  Deliberately, she left out the name that had plagued her this afternoon. She was just getting her footing. She didn’t want to address whatever the name meant—her feelings told her it would be unpleasant. They’d talk about that later.

  Kyle chuckled, his shoulders relaxing again. “Well, those are good things to remember. Confirms what we’ve told you.”

  “I already believed you,” she said.

  “So what’s wrong that you’re not eating?” Marcus asked.

  “Nothing,” she lied. “It’s just so pretty out here. I wanted to sit and listen for a few minutes.”

  “You’ve always liked that,” he confirmed.

  Nodding, she glanced down at her food and picked off a mushroom. In a few minutes, she’d eaten all the toppings, leaving only the crust and a little sauce.

  “Typical,” Kyle laughed. “You’ve always eaten your pizza like that.”

  “Have I?” She smiled. It was good that some things were coming back because they were her nature. She set down her plate on the small table beside the lounger, grabbed the remainder of her pizza then scooted into the middle of the wide chair, nudging Marcus to move over. “Why don’t you come over here and sit with us? Am I wrong that the three of us like to cuddle here and watch the lake?”

  “No, you’re right,” Kyle replied as he took the space she’d made. She hummed in satisfaction when they both curled into her. They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun sink lower on the horizon. A muzzy veil of warm contentment see
med to have settled over them.

  “It’s interesting that you chose this dress,” Marcus commented. Now that he’d finished eating, he shifted onto his hip to face her. His hand played up and down her thigh, sliding the silky fabric along her skin. Goose bumps cascaded along her skin as the sensation tickled her senses.

  “Why’s that?” she asked, her voice surprisingly breathy.

  “It’s your favourite. I think perhaps things are coming back, and you don’t necessarily realise it.”

  “From your lips…” she murmured.

  Kyle shot up out of the chair and grabbed her plate. “I’ll take these inside.”

  “Kyle?” she asked, but he’d disappeared inside. She turned to Marcus in question.

  He frowned then let out a sigh. “We were having some…problems…before—before your accident, I mean.”

  She nodded. Well that was something anyway.

  “But none of us physically hurt anyone. I mean neither of you hurt me; you and Kyle didn’t hurt one another. Right?”

  “No, nothing like that.”

  “And…” Emily… “Neither of you…cheated?”

  “No! God, no. We couldn’t be more committed to each other.”

  She sat up and drew up her knees as she stared into the now dark distance. “But we’ve gone through something bad…” she murmured.

  “Yes. Marina, we didn’t want to—”

  “No, don’t tell me, okay? Let me get acclimated to things first. Maybe I don’t even want to know. I sensed something when I walked through the door, you know? I felt it right away. But I also felt the bond between the three of us. It’s stronger than whatever this bad thing is. I want to focus on that right now.”

  “Oh, God, Marina…” Marcus drew her tightly into his arms. Behind him, she saw Kyle, his eyes glassy with his pent up emotions. She held out an arm to him. Slowly he knelt beside the lounger and joined the embrace.

  “It’s okay,” she murmured, recognising the irony in her comforting them when she’d been the one in the accident and was the one without memory.