“He’d tried to be with other women, he said. But they were all second best. He only wanted Grace.
“He told me I was a coward and a fucking a-hole, and I’d get my just deserts. I’d spend my life without you in it.”
While Braeden spoke, Rowen had offered her his hand and pulled her up to sit.
“So,” he went on. “In order to avoid being a fucking A-hole, I’d like to come back. If you’ll have me.”
Annabelle looked to Kevin and then Ro. Ro nodded. “It’s up to you, babe. It always was.”
She kissed him and then Kevin. Then she opened her arms to Brae.
* * * *
Braeden let go of the breath he’d been holding, barely refraining from letting it out in a great whoosh. He went to Annabelle, took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her. It felt so good, so very just as it should be, that he began to wonder if he would ever stop.
Between kisses, or through them, he mumbled thanks to Kev and then to Ro. And again and again, to her. “Thank you, Annie, honey,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I love you. Thank you, thank you.”
Yes, he wasn’t going to be that asshole.
He’d already decided that when the tall, buff older man had shown up at his door. Brae knew he’d been a total ass to Annie, leaving her standing there on his front porch. After brooding for two weeks—and writing not one damn word—he’d had to give over. He’d hurt her. But more to the point, he’d hurt himself. She’d walked away and taken his heart with her. She might have been unhappy, but he was in freaking misery.
His bags were halfway packed when Bill came to see him. He let the man speak his piece. Bill deserved that, and Brae needed to hear it. Like the Ghost of Christmas Future, he showed Brae a life he didn’t want to see. After Bill left, Brae finished the job of packing and got himself on an airplane.
Now, holding Annie, he knew to his bones he’d made the right choice.
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the room. At the hall entrance he turned and looked back at his two friends.
“You all coming? We’re sharing her, aren’t we?”
Ro smiled and Kevin nodded enthusiastically. “You bet,” he said. “But go ahead. You’ve been away, so we’ll give you a little head start.”
Braeden nodded once and turned, not having it in him to try and change their minds, not when he had the opportunity to have her to himself just this once. He carried her to his room.
At the foot of the bed he set her on her feet and undressed her. Then he stepped back, savoring the view of her while he got his own clothes off.
She was lovely. Her skin glowed, warmed by the arousal Kev and Ro had drawn from her. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples thrusting out, calling to him. Her hips curved out from her narrow waist, forming a heart shape to frame her lovely, bare pussy. Her tight little clit peeped out from her slit, and his fingers itched to touch.
“Honey,” he said, almost shaking as he put his hands on her. He brushed them over her body, touching and stroking everywhere. He took her mouth again, greedy for the taste of her.
Though he didn’t deserve it, she kissed him back, whispering soft words into his mouth. “I love you, Braeden. I’m so glad you’re here.”
His dick was threatening to explode just from being nestled against her. “Come on,” he urged, prodding her up onto the bed. “I need you.”
She crawled up and stayed on her hands and knees. What a fucking woman. She made him feel ashamed and like a sex god all at the same time. He came up behind her and kissed her lovely ass. He couldn’t resist that, at least.
“No, Annie,” he said. “Turn over. I want to see your face. I’m making love to you, Annabelle Talbot. You’re the woman I love and I want to see you.”
She turned, her eyes hot with love and a sweet smile on her face. She lifted her arms up to take him.
He went into them, gently lowering his body weight onto her. His cock fell against her smooth thighs, his chest came against her upthrust breasts. His face held over hers, her lips already rosy from his kisses, her honeyed breath mixing with his, and her gaze holding his in deep communion.
“I love you.” He didn’t seem to be able to stop saying it. He drew up so his cock slid to her opening, and she arched and spread her legs, accommodating him. He said it again as he pressed into her, both of them moaning in pleasure, in a blessed relief of homecoming, with just that first inch. And again as he pushed slowly, all the way in, and held himself deep inside her.
They both groaned with it, that exquisite satisfaction of filling and being filled, of connection, fusion. He worked hard to leash the beast within him, to hold back from fucking her full throttle. Instead he kissed her and stroked her and said those three words some more.
He knew that Ro and Kev watched from the door.
He didn’t care.
He was consumed with loving this woman.
She whimpered in need as he held her there, impaled by his cock. She started to flex, grinding herself against his rod. Her fingers dug into his arms, his back, communicating her urgency. Maybe she liked the beast.
“Brae,” she moaned, plaintive. “Brae.”
“Yes, honey, I’m here.” He withdrew and thrust back into her once. Just that was enough to make her cry out, arch against him.
“Braeden!”
Fuck me, is what she meant by that, even if she didn’t say it. He knew exactly what she wanted, and it brought a laugh from deep in his chest. Damned if he wasn’t in heaven.
“Yes, Annie,” he said, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, letting it slide away through his teeth. “I’ll fuck you.”
“Hurry,” she said, and she wasn’t all that genteel about that.
How could he refuse? He drew back and humped into her again, one good, hard fuck. She cried out one more time, and that was all it took. He thrust into her, hard and fast. He kissed her, forcefully taking her mouth, and grappled her into his arms. He slid one hand to her ass, and she wrapped her legs around him.
She started the rough, anxious hum she had that let him know she was about to come. He searched with his fingers and found her little rear hole. He circled there, stimulating, and then, as her moans got more urgent, he pushed inside, a two-finger ass-fuck.
Then she was bucking underneath him, spasming, and wailing out her orgasm. He let himself go as she crescendoed, slapping against her, shoving his cock deep into her pussy again and again. His desperate thrusting kept her at her peak, and she was still climaxing when he started to come. He growled, a long, hoarse roar as his semen surged through his cock, spurting into her.
Even after he was done, his body kept humping into her, his breath and hers still ratcheting roughly out. Last quivers of orgasm shuddered through them, eliciting little cries of that so-good almost pain.
He rubbed his face into the sheet beside her head, wiping away some of the sweat of his work. Then he lifted over her, checking her expression.
Himself, he was grinning like a crazy fool, and he knew it. Annabelle took a look at him and, smiling, closed her eyes. He was pretty sure she did it to keep from rolling them—or, at least, to keep him from seeing her do it.
Heart full, body more than satisfied, he let out a laugh and lifted off of her, rolling over to his side. He kept her hand in his and held it to his lips.
“Christ,” he said. “I don’t know how I lived without that for a month.”
She turned her head, and they shared very happy, satiated gazes.
* * * *
“That was fucking hot.”
That was Kevin weighing in. Annabelle turned her head and saw her other two lovers at the door. Clearly, they’d been watching and, just as clearly, enjoying the show. Kevin was already half undressed, his cock hard and swaying, looking for her as always. Ro was hard, too, unzipping and letting himself out. He watched her with heated, dark eyes, and that was all it took to have her breath catching a little again.
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�d loved having Braeden back, loved being fucked—loved—by him. It had been incredibly good—emotionally sweet and touching and physically, well, over the top. But all she needed for her body to stir again was to have Kevin eagerly undressing and Ro looking at her in that hot way of his.
An embarrassment of riches, she thought, and could only thank her lucky stars.
Kevin was as direct as always. She lay on the bed, still splayed out.
In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his cock thrust into her pussy. She was wet from Braeden and still stretched by him, so Kev slid right in deep. She moaned again. It felt so good, that hard penetration. That sense of being taken, owned, dominated by a man.
Kevin knew she didn’t need any warming up. He called her his puss and started fucking her, sucking on her tits, going from one nipple to the other, drawing them deep into his mouth. In his ever-verbal way, he let everyone in the room, and maybe the next condo over, too, know how much he loved her tits, how hot and tight her pussy was, and what a fucking hot fuck she was.
Her body hadn’t had a moment to recharge. Her muscles were still drained, and she merely lay on the bed, letting Kev have his way with her. One arm rested all lax at her side. Brae still gripped her other hand. He’d moved up to the top of the bed, lying sideways above her head. He kept her hand to his lips, kissing and nibbling.
But Kevin knew his way around her body, and Brae had left her sensitized. It wasn’t long before Kev’s sucking and fucking had her wound up again, lifting her free hand to tangle in his hair and encourage him at her breast, digging her heels in to meet the action of his cock.
Then Ro was over her, watching her face. She knew he could see the rampant, needy pleasure she was feeling, the glow of rising passion. It was a look he enjoyed—she often found him observing her, waiting for it, as he drove her into that haze of lust and love. He watched a bit longer and then kissed her, using his tongue. “Roll her over, Kev.”
Those were words that thrilled her woman’s heart.
Kevin lifted his head from her breast and grunted. He sank hard into her, held her against him, and rolled to his side. He pulled her top leg up around him, high above his waist, opening her for Ro’s pleasure. Then he went back to fucking her, hardly having missed two strokes.
Annabelle felt the bed depress behind her, followed by the cold intrusion of lube up her ass. Ro briefly ran his moist lips over the back of her shoulder, but that was it for preliminaries. In a moment, while Kev was on an out-stroke, Ro shoved himself up her ass.
She arched back, groaning out a harsh breath, glorying in the feeling of being cock-full. The arc of her body gave Kev fresh access to her tits, and he took her two-handed, rubbing and pinching. Ro held her hips, steadying her for the double thrusts. And still, Braeden had her hand.
She could see him now, arched as she was. She met his gaze. She held it as long as she could, connected to him, loved by him, even as two other men used her body, loved her. Tears stung her eyes as she tightened her grip on his hand, overwhelmed by the fullness, not just of her body, but of her heart, her life.
Brae gazed back at her, giving his love even as he shared her with two other men. He seemed to know what was in her mind, and his eyes told her he felt it, too. Complete happiness.
The pounding of two cocks into her intensified. Harsh groans and rough words, imperatives and four-letter curses signaled the rising urgency of the men fucking her. Soon the thrusts came in unison, frenzied, just as the stimulation to her nipples from Kev’s fingers.
Then she was shuddering, her body quaking, and the two men grunted and swore out their own impending orgasms. Hands gripped her hard, cocks shoved in to their limits, as they all three were driven over.
In the end, Annabelle let go of Braden’s gaze, her eyes closing, her head tossing, and the climax took her. In rough, physical thrusts, the two men found their peaks, spurting their hot cum into her. They clutched around her, all three bodies in the throes of ecstasy.
They groaned and cried out with intense spasms of pleasure. She clutched Kevin to her breast with one hand and arched back, pressing hard against Ro behind her, like she could burrow into him, his chest, his heart. And held on for dear life to the strong hand of her third lover.
Chapter Ten
“Hon.”
Annabelle, collapsed between two hard bodies, managed a small smile. To Rowen, she’d always been babe or baby. To Brae, apparently, she was going to be honey. It was better than puss, and certainly better than other words Brae had used for her. Though there were certain moments she didn’t mind that “honeybitch” thing.
“Honey.”
That was a bit more insistent.
And needed to be. She still had Kevin’s head clutched to her chest, Ro was draped over her, his head lying on hers, and not one of them had drawn a steady breath yet.
Her ears were still ringing from the intensity of that three-way orgasm. And her emotions, her heart, still thrummed with the thrill of having all three of her lovers. Her own personal ménage à quatre.
No surprise it took some effort to get her attention.
“I have a problem.” He said it pretty loudly, pretty gruffly. And he moved her hand, to let her know exactly what his problem was.
A big, rampant, boner.
“You got me hard again, screaming out your come that way.”
Yeah, like it was all her fault.
Like his two buddies, flailing away inside her like the hot studs they were, causing that scream, had nothing to do with it.
Well, never mind. She was happy to take full credit.
“Your mouth hasn’t done anything lately, has it?”
She considered. He was right. “No.”
“Then get it over here. Pronto.”
She couldn’t hold back a grin. She saw the way of it now. A vicious circle it would be, her own little Sisyphean cycle of sexual stimulation-fucking-stimulation that, with the appetites of her little posse of men, could be never ending.
She might have to expand her library of tactics to satisfy all three of them at once if she was ever going to get any sleep.
But, what the hell. She could sleep when she was dead.
Not being dead yet, she nudged Kevin a little away. He slipped out of her, his cock still semi-erect even though he’d just emptied himself into her. That was the way it always was with him. He blamed her for it.
Again, credit where credit was due.
With Kevin rolled away, she could turn a little herself, causing Ro to grunt his complaint as he let her go. She enjoyed that exquisite thrill of his long cock sliding out of her ass as she moved.
She went to her knees, facing Braeden. His eyes were hot, watching her as he stroked his, well, his cockstand. If ever there was a word that suited, that was it.
“That’s a good look for you,” he said. “Well fucked. Your face is beautiful, all soft and satiated. Your hair all tangled, manhandled. Your nipples are red, well used, and still thrumming, aren’t they? I can smell the sex on you, the fuck on you. I like it. Love it.”
Then, with his hand, he kind of bobbed his cock at her. Enough talk, she guessed that to mean. Time for action.
She was happy to comply. His was a lovely specimen of male anatomy, thick and long, straight and smooth. She moved closer, letting him see as she licked her lips, readying herself to take him in. She dipped her head and took one long, hard tongue stroke of him, circling the entire head.
He groaned, arching back, but kept his gaze on her. “You can taste yourself, can’t you?” he said. “The taste of your pussy on my cock. It’s good, isn’t it? It’s why we use our mouths on you so much. Why we love to eat you.” He stroked himself once. “Keep going, honey.”
He put his hand on her head, doing more of that manhandling. He nudged her down until his cock was at her lips again. “Take me in. Suck me.”
She did. She used her tongue and lips to moisten him, sliding down his shaft until he reached her throat, propping herself o
n one hand and using the other to stroke him. He arched again, into her, putting his hands behind his head, elbows out, crunching his abs so he could watch. He looked like a sex god, enjoying his just deserts, the attentions of his favored concubine.
He’d already come inside her once, so the hard edge was off his need. She could tell he was planning to enjoy this, to take his time with it. He propped a couple pillows behind his back so he could continue to watch and still have his hands free. With one, he took gentle control of her head, directing her. With the other, he grasped a nipple. He just held on, letting the weight of his arm fall to the bed, so that every movement she made as she slid her mouth over him caused a tug there.
He murmured his encouragement, instructions, and appreciation. He used love words and fuck words, and despite the intentions she knew he had, in a few minutes, he started getting a little agitated about it.
She loved it, the power she had to make him yearn, make him start thrusting up into her mouth, even when she knew he didn’t want to.
And he wasn’t the only one she affected that way. She glanced over as Kev started talking to her and saw that there was no longer anything semi about his erection.
“That’s it, puss,” he said. “Suck him. That’s so hot. Suck him hard.”
He moved to his knees behind her, rubbing her ass, and she knew what to expect. Lube, and then a big cock sliding in. She’d already been ass-fucked, but still, Kev’s big cockhead stretched her, that searing pain-pleasure as he pushed through causing her to moan.
“Oh, fuck, puss.”
Kevin never needed a warm-up. He gripped her hips and started fucking. His vigorous thrusts sent tremors through her body, jolts that she knew Brae felt as she kept up a hard suction on his cock.
They incited each other, their groans of ecstasy, their brutish instructions to her. Brae tugged actively at her breast now and pushed at her head, urging her to take more of him. In moments they were both coming, jerking and convulsing, groaning as they spilled into her. Brae’s semen shot into the back of her mouth, and she swallowed it down, sucking the last of it from him. She felt the heat of Kevin’s cum deep in her ass, warming her in that gritty, earthy way.
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