by Paige Warren
“You like that, don’t you?” Synclair whispered in her ear. “I bet you’re nice and wet. Are you ready to beg for his cock, Gemma? Do you want us both to pleasure you?”
She whimpered and more moisture gathered between her thighs. As Ryan used a little more force, it stung slightly, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. When he stopped, she felt him step up behind her, and then his lips touched the middle of her back.
“It’s your turn, Syn.” She felt Ryan step away from her, the cool air greeting her back.
Synclair came around behind her, unfastening her wrists. He took her hand and let her over to the padded table. He moved behind her again and lifted her so that she sat on her knees on the cool leather surface. With a gentle hand, he pushed her down so that her cheek pressed against the bench and her ass was in the air.
Something cool dribbled between her ass cheeks and she knew he’d just squeezed some lube onto her heated skin. His finger swirled around her rosette before easing into her tight hole. After a few thrusts, he added another digit.
“So tight,” he murmured. “Do you want Ryan to take you here?”
“Yes.”
“In a little bit. I have something else in mind right now.”
Something probed her rosette and she felt a toy sliding into her. It was small at the tip and wider at the base, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable, hadn’t stretched her near as much as one of her guys would. As she adjusted to it, it whirred to life, vibrations rocketing through her. She gasped and fought the urge to squirm.
“Feel good, baby?” Synclair asked.
“So good,” she said softly.
He helped her climb off the table and bent her over the end. Spreading her legs, he brushed her slick lips, teasing her clit. Synclair trailed kisses down her spine and back up, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You. I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Do you want me nice and slow? Do you want me to draw it out, keeping you right at the edge? Or do you want it hard, fast, and deep?”
“Both. I want both.”
She heard the rip of a condom wrapper then she felt his cock slide between her legs. He teased her with it, sliding it along the lips of her pussy before retreating then surging forward again. The head of his cock bumped against her clit and she found herself pushing back against him, silently begging him to enter her.
Synclair’s hand slid up her ribs to cup her breasts. He tweaked the nipple clamps, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. Her body felt overheated and overly sensitive. If he were to play with her clit or, God forbid use a vibrator on it, she’d go off like a rocket. Finally, he entered her. There was a slight burn as she adjusted to his size, but it felt oh, so good.
As Synclair began a slow, teasing rhythm, she was vaguely aware of Ryan rummaging in the cabinets. She wanted him to be a part of this, but knew it was only fair that Synclair got her to himself after Ryan had a chance to play, even if he hadn’t given her what she wanted. The large hands caressing her were setting her nerve endings on fire.
His cock slid in and out of her and she gripped the table, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to beg, to plead for him to let her come, but he seemed content to keep her on the edge. Her pussy tingled and pulsed as he shifted and plunged deeper inside of her. The friction was almost more than she could bear and she wanted to cry in frustration.
“Do you want more, sweet Gemma?” he asked his lips brushing against her shoulder in a gentle kiss.
“Yes! More! I want more!”
He chuckled and gripped her hips. “Just remember, you wanted this.”
A shiver raked her spine at his words, but she knew what she was asking for. Synclair was wild, untamable, and that’s what she wanted. She needed him to unleash his passion and take her to dizzying heights before letting her plunge back to earth. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His thrusts were so powerful they took her up on her tiptoes. Sweat slicked her skin as she neared her climax.
The bruising grip on her hips shifted and he partially lifted her. From this angle, she couldn’t tell where he stopped and she began. Fire licked along her skin and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She felt heat building in her stomach and flaring throughout her body. Her nipples were so hard they nearly hurt. As her breath came out in pants, she felt her body tightening, and then reaching for that bright, shining moment before she would fall into oblivion.
As Synclair entered her one final time, finding his release, she screamed out as her orgasm ripped through her, stars bursting behind her eyelids and everything blazing bright white before dimming as she felt herself slipping from reality.
Synclair slipped from her body and her knees gave way. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down on her back. She cracked her eyes open and watched as he moved across the room to dispose of the condom, then Ryan and he returned to her side. She was surprised to only see what appeared to be a bottle of oil in Ryan’s hands, and she wondered what he was going to do with it.
Synclair removed the nipple clamps and her nipples throbbed in protest. Gemma could feel her heartbeat all the way down to her feet, the rhythm even pounding in her head. Her clit pulsed from the amazing climax she’d had and she wasn’t sure her body could handle much more.
“Roll over, darlin’,” Ryan said.
Gemma rolled onto her stomach, cushioning her head on her folded arms. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she could easily go to sleep right then. She was so relaxed and content. It wasn’t that she didn’t still want both of them at the same time, but she needed a little rest first. That had easily been one of the biggest orgasms she’d ever had.
She heard the top on the bottle pop open then felt the bed dip as someone crawled onto it. She felt strong, hairy legs bracket her thighs, and then large, rough hands began rubbing oil into her back and shoulders. Long, sweeping motions, fingers digging into her muscles. She let out a sigh and relaxed further. Whoever was massaging her was doing a fabulous job, and if she didn’t try to stay alert, she would easily fall asleep. She felt him move further down her body, and his hands kneaded her ass before moving on to her thighs and calves, and then he started at the top again, working his way down her body several more times. After that, she didn’t remember anything.
Chapter Seventeen
Gemma slowly came awake the next morning, a large warm body on either side of her. Her eyes opened and she found herself looking at a sleeping Synclair. A glance over her shoulder showed that Ryan was still passed out also. Too happy to move, she closed her eyes again and drifted until she felt one of them move. Synclair placed a hand on her stomach and she looked his way.
“Morning,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t be.” He smiled. “Sleeping with you was better than I would have ever guessed. I could get used to this.”
Ryan stirred and reached down beside the bed. When he pulled his hand back up, he placed a small square box on her stomach. She looked at him with curiosity, wanting to open the box, yet almost afraid to.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Open it and find out.” He grinned at her. “I promise it won’t bite.”
She reached for it and flipped the lid open, unable to stifle the gasp that slipped past her lips. Nestled inside was the most gorgeous engagement ring she’d ever seen. An emerald cut pink diamond winked at her.
“Ryan, I…”
“We want you to marry us,” Synclair said. “Well, you’ll officially marry Ryan, but as far I’m concerned, I’ll be married to you, too.”
“I don’t know what to say.” She felt tears gathering in her eyes.
“Say yes,” Ryan urged. “We both love you, Gemma. You have to know how much you mean to us. We want you in our lives every day, not just those stolen moments when you can come see us.”
“Yes,” she said, sniffl
ing as she fought back her tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Both of you.”
They each kissed her, and then Ryan slipped the ring onto her finger and tossed the box aside. Synclair rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.
“What do you say we celebrate?” he asked.
She hesitated. “What about condoms? Do you have more?”
“If you still want to use them, we will. But we’ve both been tested and we’re clean, and we’re going to be faithful to you, Gemma. We weren’t kidding when we said we wanted a house full of kids.”
“I just need a little more time before I think about children. I’m still getting used to Isaac and I’m not sure I could handle a baby, too, not right now anyway. I’m not saying never, just not right now.”
“Fair enough.”
Ryan handed Synclair a condom and he tore the package open and rolled it on. A glance at Ryan showed he’d already put one on.
“I get you both at the same time?” Her heart raced in anticipation. This is what she’d wanted ever since their first time together.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Ryan said. “You get both of us. Think you can handle it?”
She nodded.
Synclair lifted her and eased her down on his cock. It took a few thrusts before he was fully seated, then he pulled her down onto his chest. Even though she knew what was coming, she had to admit she was a little nervous. It was one thing to read about being taken by two men and another to live the experience.
She felt the cool lube then Ryan’s fingers stretching her. After she’d taken three of his fingers, she felt his cock slip between her ass cheeks. The blunt head probed her rosette, and then he was pushing inside. Gemma took a deep breath and relaxed as much as she could. She felt so incredibly full! She’d known that having both of them would be intense, but she started to wonder if she could handle it.
They both filled her and she thought she’d die if someone didn’t move soon. Synclair helped her sit up and he lifted her until just the tip of his cock was inside of her. As he surged back into her, she felt Ryan pull out. They worked in tandem, pushing her, sending her over the edge twice, and still they kept going.
“It’s too much,” she cried as her body began tightening for a third orgasm. She hadn’t even known it was possible to have three in row.
“You can take it,” Synclair said, sweat beading on his brow. “Just a little more, baby.”
Her hands clutched at him as they both worked to bring her to the brink again. Ryan wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust into her hard and deep, his cries filling her ears as he came. Synclair reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit in small, tight circles. It didn’t take much to set her off and then she was coming. Unable to remain upright, she laid on his chest, breathing heavily.
Gemma felt Ryan slip from her and he got off the bed and walked across the room, probably to get rid of the used condom. When he returned, he lay on his side facing them. He opened his arms to her and she gently lifted herself off Synclair, her pussy aching, in a good way. She crawled into Ryan’s arms while Synclair got rid of his condom and stepped into the hall. She didn’t know what he was doing, but he returned a moment later with a warm, wet rag. He cleaned her, being as gentle as possible, and her sore pussy and ass thanked him for it. He tossed the rag aside and climbed back onto the bed, lying down beside them.
“I’m thinking that’s something we shouldn’t attempt too often,” he said. “You’re so small I thought we were going to break you.”
“I liked it,” she protested.
Ryan kissed the top of her head. “He isn’t saying we’ll never do it again, Gemma. Just maybe not for a little while. Besides, as loud as you were, we’d either have to soundproof our room, or we’d have to wait until Isaac isn’t home to do that again.”
She felt her cheeks warm. “You may have a point.”
“He’s a pretty sound sleeper,” Ryan said. “But I thought you were going to scream the house down.”
She buried her face against his chest.
“Come on, baby,” Synclair said, pulling her from Ryan’s arms. “Let’s shower and get dressed. You need to get home before your brothers come searching for you. We can go pick up Isaac and give Elodie a break.”
“But we just got engaged! Shouldn’t we spend the day together or something?”
“I would, baby, but I have a tattoo lined up in a few hours. It’s going to take a long time too because it’s a back piece. I have to at least do the outline today and see if I can talk the guy into adding the color next week.”
She ran her hands up his chest. “When can you do mine?”
His eyebrows lifted. “I thought you weren’t ready.”
“I was waiting to see just how long our relationship was going to last, because I want your signature, or brand, or whatever you call it at the bottom of the tattoo. I want a piece of you with me always.”
“Hey!” Ryan protested. “What about me?”
“I have a special tattoo in mind for you.” She smiled. “I was going to have him write your name in a script across my right bicep. Then I’ll have both of your names on me.”
“I always talk people out of getting tattoos with names,” Synclair said.
“Why?”
“Because. If the relationship doesn’t last, they’ll still have that person’s name on them.”
She frowned. “Are you already dooming our marriage?”
He smoothed her hair back. “No, baby. What we feel for you is the real deal. There’s no one out there for us but you.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“What’s the tattoo you want me to sign?” Synclair asked.
“A rising phoenix, on my back. I was lower than low when I moved to Grizzly Pines, but I’ve grown since I moved here. I’ve gotten my life back on track, completed a novel, and met the two of you. I was on a path of destruction before Beau talked me into coming here. And it was the best thing that ever could have happened to me. You, both of you, are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
They both kissed her and murmured words of love before Synclair lifted her into his arms and carried her into the master bathroom. Ryan followed them and started the shower. A shower that wasn’t quite big enough for all three of them, something she’d have to change. Synclair showered with her first, and then she stayed to help Ryan wash. After they dried off and dressed, she kissed them goodbye and picked up her truck keys.
“We can stop by tomorrow to help you pack,” Ryan said.
“Pack?” She frowned. “Why would I pack?”
The brothers looked at each other before returning their gazes to her.
“So you can move in,” Synclair said.
She held up her hands. “Just hold on a minute. We may be engaged, but there is no way I’m moving in here until we’re married. What kind of message would that give Isaac?”
“Then we’re picking you up tomorrow to file for a marriage license,” Synclair said.
“I can’t put a wedding together in the three days it takes to receive a license.” She placed her hands on her hips. “The two of you will just have to wait.”
“Or we could go to the Justice of the Peace,” Ryan suggested. “Unless you have your heart set on a big wedding with all of your family surrounding you.”
“My family surrounding me?” She felt herself pale. Her mother would be a nightmare. As the only girl, her mother would want to help shop for the wedding dress, help pick out flowers, and whatever else was needed for a wedding. Oh God! What a nightmare.
“Then again,” she said. “A justice of the peace wouldn’t be so bad.”
Before she could change her mind, she gave them each a kiss and hurried out the door. The whole way to the ranch, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. They were moving awfully fast, but she truly did love them. She supposed there wasn’t much difference in getting married in three days or three months. It wasn’t like she was going to change her mind. After every
thing they’d been through, there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged with them.
She pulled down the driveway to the large home she shared with her brothers. Colt and Asher had already begun building their own cabin further down the lane from the main house, claiming they needed to get out from under Nick’s authority. He really was a bossy man and she couldn’t blame her brothers. If it weren’t for Isaac, she would have jumped at the chance to move in with Synclair and Ryan. Anything to get away from three overbearing brothers who thought they knew what was best for her. They’d been even worse since the kidnapping.
Gemma parked in front of the house and locked her truck before heading inside. Her cousins had given the vehicle to her when she’d moved in with her brothers, claiming she would need a way to get around town without relying on someone else. It was an older model, but it got the job done, and she was eternally grateful to them. If her book sold, she’d pay them back. Truthfully, it had been three weeks since she’d submitted her novel and she was starting to get nervous. The publisher’s website had said it could take up to six weeks to get a response, but she had hoped to hear back sooner.
The house was dead silent when she went inside and she figured her brothers were outside, either in the barn or in the fields. They’d already purchased a small herd of horses to train and resale. Colt and Asher were training reiners and Nick trained cutting horses. She’d thought they would make a bigger splash if they all trained the same kind of horse, but her brothers were all unique and had their own talents. Colt and Asher had always been closer to one another than they were to either Gemma or Nick, so she could understand the two of them working together.
Gemma took the stairs two at a time to enter her room. Her laptop sat at a desk under the window and she opened it and logged in. Pulling up her email, she scrolled through her inbox, hoping there would be something about her novel. There was a ton of junk mail, some messages from her social media accounts, and an email from her mother. Why the woman didn’t just call, Gemma didn’t know. It wasn’t like her parents didn’t have her new cell phone number. Her brothers had insisted on getting her one after the Trevor fiasco. New town, new life, new number. It made sense. She truly had a fresh start now. With Trevor behind bars, she could relax and enjoy life.
