“Do I get to tie you guys up?” I ask jokingly.
“Definitely not,” Marino says. “But you get to lie back and enjoy what we’re doing to you.”
Dante bends my legs back nearly over my head so that my pussy is spread open wide. Then Marino joins him down by my pussy. They take turns licking me and then Dante tongues and fingers my hole while Marino sucks on my clit. Marino also plays with my nipples at the same time.
“Oh my god, you guys are driving me crazy,” I scream, giving myself over to an amazing orgasm. “I’m coming in both of your mouths.”
They take turns licking up my juices.
“I want to suck you dry,” Marino says, as he sucks my clit some more.
“I love you so much,” I tell him. “And you too, Dante.”
“I love you too,” they both say at the same time.
Exactly like I like it.
Epilogue
Dante
It’s been a month, and despite my normal pessimistic attitude, everything has been going great for Marino, Jessica and me. Until today, when Marino decided that weather in the teens was a good time to take a road trip.
“What the fuck are you dragging us out in the cold to go see?” I complain, as he pulls onto a narrow country lane. “There’s nothing out here this far from the city worth seeing.”
“Oh yes there is,” he says, sounding very proud of himself.
“What are we doing this for?” I groan.
“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve Day,” he insists. “I thought it was the perfect time to show you both how some of my plans have come to fruition. It’s a new year and a new start for us.”
He pulls up to a newly paved driveway and a brand new house.
“Come on,” he says, practically pulling Jessica out of the car.
“What is this?” she asks, as I follow them up the walkway.
Marino pulls a key out of the pocket of his wool coat.
“Ta da,” he says, and opens the door.
“I introduce to you, our new house.”
“Our new what?” Jessica says, frozen in place.
He picks her up and carries her over the threshold.
“Sorry, Dante, but the honor of bringing our love to our new house belongs to me, since this was all my idea.”
“Your idea was to buy us this big house?” I ask him.
“Sure,” he says. “We have lots of money now, after the proceeds from the sale of The Fun House have come in. And we know that both of our places are too small for the three of us. Or maybe more.”
“Jessica, you never renewed your birth control prescription, did you?” I ask her.
“Nope,” she said, with a shy grin spreading across her face. “You told me not to.”
“I have to admit, I’d love to put a baby in you,” Marino says, carrying her to the bedroom.
“But so would I,” I say, ready to stake my claim.
“That’s the beauty of it,” Jessica says. “Since we’re always all three together, and since you guys look so much alike despite not being actual brothers, we’ll never know which one is the biological fathers. You’ll both be the dad.”
“And this house is definitely plenty big for the pitter patter of little feet,” I say.
“Awww. Big bad Dante wants to be a daddy,” Jessica coos.
“I never would have imagined that,” I confess. “But I see everything differently now. Marino, you taught me how to forgive, and that has made me a much happier person.”
“I’ve even forgiven my parents,” Jessica says. “And they’re proud of me. I mean, they think I’m spearheading an investigation into the treatment of women at the strip club, which is some new campaign that Senator Santara wants to launch. And I’m not sure how exactly I’m going to introduce them to the two of you or what their reaction will be. But I figure one thing at a time. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“I’ve forgiven mine too,” I announce.
“Really?” Marino asks, looking amazed.
“Yes. My mother is in Federal prison on drug trafficking charges,” I tell them.
“I had no idea,” Marino says.
“I know, it’s something I didn’t even tell you.”
I shrug.
“I didn’t think it mattered. I was done with her. It’s just some trumped up charge that they’re holding her on but she won’t be getting out for a long time. But I went to see her last week. I thought I should tell you guys.”
“Oh my god,” Jessica gasps. “How did it go?”
I shrug again.
“I don’t know what I expected. She wasn’t very remorseful. She just talked about how unfair the charges against her are, how unfairly she’s being treated in there, what a rotten life she’s had. She seems to think she was mother of the year and is still mad at the state for taking me away from her.”
I shake my head.
“I’m sorry,” Jessica says.
“That really fucking sucks,” Marino agrees.
“It’s okay. It made me realize what I sounded like. Going around expecting to be forgiven but not able to forgive. Everything about fucking me all the time. But not anymore.”
I look at them and feel so fucking grateful.
“You guys have taught me so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you, Marino, for buying this house for us.”
“You’re welcome,” he says. “I’ve invested in some other properties as well. Both commercial and residential. Maybe we’ll get accused of being slumlords, but that’s about all anyone could have on us. We’re on the straight and narrow now.”
“Well, mostly,” Jessica says, taking off her clothes and doing that fucking sexy dance of hers. “I still know some filthy moves.”
“Come here, you,” I say, grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her head. “There are a lot of dirty filthy things I want to do to you.”
“Me first,” Marino says, jumping on top of her while I still have her pinned down. “I just know I’m going to be the one to impregnate you.”
I laugh, but I have a feeling he’s probably right. And he deserves it. Because none of us— not to mention our future kid— would be here if he hadn’t pulled us all back together. And I can knock Jessica up the next time around. It’s only fitting that we produce a pair of brothers.
Marino
I’m on top of Jessica, riding her deep and slow while Dante plays with her nipples.
As he takes them into his mouth, I speed up my rhythm, thrusting hard and fast inside her.
“Oh my god,” she moans, moving her hips closer to me because Dante has her arms pinned back. “Marino, you make me feel so good.”
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” I tell her, as she comes on my cock. “I’m going to shoot my cum into your naked pussy.”
I can’t believe that just a few short months ago she walked into The Fun House and changed my life and Dante’s too.
This is going to be another one of those moments I’ll never forget. The moment when I realized that I could have a fucking happy ever after. That the three of us could, together.
I had conquered the obstacles and true love had won out. I had made my own decisions without Dante’s approval or guidance and it had all paid off. And I had been able to keep the people I love in my life.
“Let me get in there,” Dante says. “Please. I need to be inside her too.”
“All right,” I tell him. “It’s only fair that we share everything.”
And I know I’ll be the one to get her pregnant. I’m going to be the best fucking dad. And the best fucking husband.
Suddenly I think of something.
“How are we going to get married?” I ask, and they both just look at me, annoyed that I interrupted the sex to ask such a practical question.
“I’m sure there’s some loophole you can figure out,” Dante says, as he flips Jessica around so that both of us can fill up her pussy with our cocks and shoot our cum inside her. “W
hy do you always have to think so much? Just enjoy the ride. We’ll get married when the time is right. But right now the time is right for both of us to fuck Jessica, and one of us to knock her up.”
“Is that a marriage proposal?” Jessica asks, turning around to flash us her sexy grin.
“You behave,” I say, slapping her curvy ass. “We’ll propose when we figure out how we can both marry you.”
“That’s like saying when hell freezes over,” she pouts.
“Do you want us to fuck you or not?” I ask.
“Of course,” she says, sticking out her perfect ass and pussy, showing me that they’re mine for the taking.
But I wasn’t trying to change the subject. I know we’ll get married, I just have to figure out how. Just like I said earlier, it’s a new year and a new start. We’ll celebrate tonight and then we’ll get started on some new year’s resolutions.
I want to be a stable presence in Jessica’s life, and Dante’s life, and our kids’ lives, forever, just as Dante always was for me. But first I’m going to listen to my older brother, and enjoy this fucking threesome.
Jessica
The best part of my job is that I no longer have to investigate the guys I’m in love with. I’m free to fuck them to my heart’s content without consequence, now that their jobs don’t involve running a seedy strip joint that’s the target of local lawmakers and authorities. And I plan to do just that in 2017 and beyond.
This new house that Marino bought us is really nice. He already furnished it with this big king bed. I grab onto its ornately decorated wooden headboard as Marino enters me. Then I feel Dante’s cock enter me beside his.
I’m so glad Marino decided to forgive me. And that Dante followed his lead. I don’t know what I’d do without these two strong, handsome men in my life. And in my pussy.
They’ve stretched me as far as I can go, both physically and emotionally. And it feels so fucking right, as they would say. I lean back and let them push themselves all the way inside me, until I’m filled to the brim with both of their cocks.
“Oh my god, you two,” I say, bouncing my pussy back and forth on their cocks. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I’m glad you’re still giving us lap dances of sorts even though it’s no longer part of your job description,” Dante says.
“Let me get even further inside you,” Marino says, pulling my hair a bit as he thrusts himself even further in than I thought was possible. “I need to aim my cum really good so that we can make a baby.”
I relax and feel their two cocks pumping in and out of my pussy.
I can’t believe I’m going to make a baby with them. But that feels fucking right too. Because they’ve taught me to let go and be who I really am. To find love and happiness with two people because I deserve it.
I rock back and forth on both of their cocks as they alternatively pump in and out of me, and then both of them do it at the same time. I can feel both of their cocks getting even harder and fuller. And I’m flooded with every kind of amazing physical and emotional feeling that exists.
“I’m going to come,” I tell them, panting slightly and leaning all the way back into them. “I’m going to come on both of your cocks.”
“That’s the way we like it,” Dante says, grabbing hold of my ass and thrusting even harder. “You’ll always be our VIP room slut, even though we’re going to make you our wife and the mother of our child.”
“I’m coming,” Marino says, as I feel him shoot his cum into me.
He groans as his cock pulses and then Dante’s soon follows.
“I’m coming too,” Dante says. “This feels so fucking good.”
“I love you,” I cry out, as another round of an orgasm hits me. “Marino. Dante. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Dante says, and Marino collapses beside me on the bed, out of breath.
“And so do I,” he says. “I love you.”
Dante soon joins us on my other side and they wrap their arms around me.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to us,” Dante says. “Even though you were supposed to be the worst thing.”
I lay snuggled in the cocoon they jointly make around me, so glad I had to do the undercover assignment that was supposed to advance my career but instead made me the happiest woman in the world. Because I found the love of not just one but two amazing guys. And I’m never going to let either one of them go.
THE END.
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(Standalone Book in The Bradford Brothers Series)
Chapter 1
8 Months Ago
Our Boeing CH-47 Chinook is barely off the ground before all of us within it begin celebrating.
“Yeah buddy!” My brother Jensen shouts, high- fiving everyone around before swooping me up in an exuberant hug.
“We did it!” shouted my other brother Ramsey, but the smoke that still fills his lungs forces him to cough out the last part of the exclamation.
We’ve just successfully extracted eight downed servicemen from behind enemy lines in southeastern Afghanistan. Their plane had been shot down by a surface- to- air missile. Without us rescuing them from hostile territory they’d likely have been captured and taken as prisoners as war.
“And this is why we do the things we do!” shouted Brian, a team member who isn’t my literal, blood brother like Jensen and Ramsey are, but one who has become a figurative brother— just as all the men in my unit have become. “That others may live!”
Several other men began chanting our motto along with him.
“That others may live! That others may live!”
As pararescuemen, we’re special operators within the Air Force Combat Search and Rescue team. And we spend years training for rescue missions such as these. It’s our whole job: for every helicopter that goes down, a team must go into that same hostile territory to rescue and medically treat the downed crew.
We’re part of the Guardian Angel Weapon Systems, and we do whatever it takes to rescue even one downed service member. In fact, we’re the only unit the Department of Defense has designated to rescue and recover such service members when they’re trapped behind enemy lines. It’s nice to know that our hard work and perseverance have paid off, and that once again we’ve rescued American lives.
And yet…
As my brothers in arms continue to celebrate, and I chant along with them, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. I hear shots being fired in the distance, and think of how we’ve been warned that rescue helicopters and their crews often come under fire during or immediately after their rescue efforts.
“Are we completely in the clear yet?” I ask Jensen, looking out the window at the smoldering scene below us.
It’s only getting more dangerous out here: insurgents lay ambushes and place bombs or other devices that specifically target rescue teams. We call these “SAR traps”: Search and Rescue traps.
“Lighten up, little brother,” Jensen says, playfully punching me on the shoulder.
“Shut up, spoil sport!” Brian shouts, and a few other people chant, “Shut up Harlow! Shut up Harlow!” in a teasing manner.
“Seriously, Harlow,” says Ramsey. “You did well, and it’s time to celebrate.”
Fuck it. If everyone else is in good spirits, I might as well make sure to shift mine to match theirs.
“That others may live! That others may live!” I shout, beginning the chant anew that they were all stuck on before they started telling me to shut up.
They soon join me but my voice is louder and stronger than the others, who had been repeating the phrase for quite a while now, while I was brooding. I’m on a roll, swept up by the momentum and exhilaration we’re all feeling.
And then it happens.<
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Our helicopter is spinning out of control, being downed just as certainly as the one from which we just rescued the eight other men.
“We’ve been shot down!” someone yells.
This obvious statement is the last thing I hear for a while.
I come to in the aircraft that is now flaming and downed. I see an uncountable number of unconscious people in the helicopter, so I spring to action, extricating them from the burning wreckage.
Where’s Jensen? Where’s Ramsey?
There are many limp bodies, but I don’t see theirs among them. Although amidst the flames I can barely make out who’s who, I’m certain I could recognize my own brothers, whom I’ve known since I was born. I can only hope the fact that I don’t see them in this pile of wreckage means that they’re among the men helping to rescue others, as I myself am doing.
Those of us who are conscious work to remove those who are unconscious, without looking at or talking to each other. We’re simply determined to save lives before we run out of time. Time until the aircraft explodes. Time until the enemy shows up…
In the back of my mind I fear captivity and torture, and I can’t help but hope that someone just like me is on the way to save us. There’s not much time for fear, though, and pure adrenaline keeps me working like a madmen to scoop up the bodies out of the plane before…
… boom.
Our helicopter explodes.
I’m trapped, I can feel that my flesh is on fire, and I’m certain I’m headed to hell. Guys like me aren’t likely to be welcome in heaven. Sure, I’m a hero for what I do professionally, but the same can’t be said about my personal life.
I blink and call out my brothers’ names, desperately searching for them in the hopes that I can find them before I lose consciousness…
Chapter 2
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