When Rivals Love

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by Beck, J. L.

“I don’t know what I’m more shocked about. Shelby having an affair with your father or our dads being friends,” Banks adds. “Even if it was a long time ago, I just can’t wrap my head around it.”

  We are all sitting in the living room of the enormous hotel suite, and I just got done telling them about everything I saw last night. About my dad having an affair with my best friend, as well as the pictures and the love letter in the desk.

  “Who do you think Phoebe is? You think she could really be your mother?” Oliver asks carefully.

  “I don’t know,” I shrug. “I need to talk to my father.”

  “We got a burner phone, you can call him from it, but you can’t tell him where you are or that we are with you. Not until we’re sure that he is going to leave you alone,” Banks warns as if I would do either thing.

  “Got it.” I reach out my hand, and Oliver places a phone in it. When I look at the screen, I realize it already has a number pulled up. “Is that my dad’s?”

  When Banks nods, I hit the dial button and put in on speaker, so the guys can hear too. He answers after only two rings.

  “Hello,” his voice comes through the phone, and I can already tell he is aggravated by the deepness of his tone.

  “Dad, it’s me.”

  “Harlow, where in the world, are you? We have been worried sick. Are you with those Bishops again?”

  “I saw you and Shelby last night,” I cut my father’s rant off, rendering him speechless for a few seconds.

  “It’s not what you think.” My father tries to talk himself out of it.

  “Hearing you fuck my best friend on your desk is pretty much confirmation, don’t you think?”

  “Jesus, Harlow,” he says, sighing into the phone. “Okay, it is what you think, but I swear we never meant to hurt you, it just happened.”

  It just happened? I don’t understand how that can just happen, but I don’t think long on the matter. I don’t care who my father fucks.

  “Who is Phoebe?” My question seems to render him speechless once more. Proving to me just how important this Phoebe person is.

  “How do you know that name?” he asks after a moment, his voice changing into a weird tone, almost nostalgic.

  “I found the pictures and the letter in your desk,” I explain.

  “I can’t do this over the phone, Harlow. Come home, and we’ll talk. I’ll explain everything to you.” At my father’s words, all three guys shake their heads no.

  “I’m not coming home. Not today and maybe not ever again. Not after you tried to force me to marry someone for your own gain.”

  “I want you to marry Matt for your own good, not my own gains. Everything I’ve ever done was for you. Why is that so hard for you to understand or see?”

  I roll my eyes so hard, I swear, I see my brain.

  “It’s hard to believe you when I know you’re working with the mob. You are a criminal, and even worse, you made me into one too, when you had me plant drugs on Sullivan. Was that for my own good as well? Was it just training for a future job? For college?”

  “We can’t talk about any of this on the phone, Harlow. You need to meet me so I can explain everything. You don’t know the whole story, and I’m not going to let you believe some lies that those Bishops are telling you.”

  “I have proof, you know. Proof that you are working with Xander Rossi.”

  “Harlow, listen to me. Do not get involved in this. Xander is not someone you want to mess with. If you have any involvement with him, anything against him, you need to destroy that proof right now.”

  “I’m sure you would like that.”

  “Harlow, this is not about me,” my father’s voice grows more frustrated. “I’m serious, you don’t want to mess with Xander.”

  “I’m not destroying the evidence against you. I’m keeping it so you can’t blackmail the Bishops or me ever again. I want to know more about Phoebe, but I’m not meeting you.”

  “Then I guess you will never get any answers—” The line goes dead, and for a moment, I just look at the phone in shock.

  Did he just hang up on me?

  Dumbfounded, I look up at the guys. “I need to go talk to hi—”

  “No way,” Oliver says before I can finish my sentence, his face stern and his arms crossed over his chest.

  “I agree,” Banks cuts in his eyes narrowing. “It’s not safe.”

  My gaze swings to Sullivan, and I already know his answer is going to be no, as well. It’s three against one here, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. I need answers, all of them.

  “What if you all come with me? Or Milton? Or everybody?”

  “Your dad has a whole army of security, plus the mob behind him. The safest place for you is to be with us. We are not budging on this,” Sullivan announces, and I can hear the promise in his statement. He’s not going to change his mind.

  “Fine…” I huff in defeat. “What about Shelby? Maybe I could talk to her and get some answers that way?”

  “I guess we could see if she went back to Bayshore. As far as I know, she still has that job at the gallery. Maybe we can find her there or at class,” Oliver suggests. “But if she isn’t there, we are not going back to North Woods.”

  “Deal… let’s go back to Bayshore.” I stand up, ready to get moving when I realize all I have on is my pajamas.

  “I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “We’ll get you some new clothes, but first…” Banks gets up, taking my hand, and with a mischievous smirk, he says, “We need to make up for lost time.”

  Sullivan and Oliver follow suit and stand.

  “We need to show you just how much we missed you,” Sullivan smiles, his voice deeper than normal, and the sound vibrates through me, awakening something deep inside me.

  “And we did miss you a lot,” Oliver says, and I suddenly feel like I’m burning up. The air around us changes like it’s suddenly thicker. He extends his hand out to me, and I take it without hesitation.

  “We don’t have to do this. All three of us, I mean… If it’s too much, you just have to tell us. We’ll understand.” I appreciate Banks trying to give me a way out, but he doesn’t have to. I want all three of them, and I know they won’t hurt me or test my limits. This isn’t about just sex. It’s deeper than that. This is about forging a connection that cannot be broken.

  “Don’t. This is what I want. To be with all three of you, together.” I admit wholeheartedly.

  “We want that too, but if you change your mind, you can tell us,” Sullivan reminds me.

  “I’ll tell you if I do,” I promise, and we all make our way to the bedroom. Once we reach the bed, Oliver and Banks start to strip me of my clothing. Their hands moving at breakneck speed. Once naked and bare to them, I watch each of them quickly strip out of their own clothing, my mouth watering in anticipation.

  I’ve been with each of them, and with two of them at once but never all three, and while I’m only a little nervous about what’s to come, there is an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies taking flight in my stomach. Warmth tingles low in my belly at the sight of the three of them shirtless—chiseled muscles that look like they could be carved from stone. As they climb up on the bed, no one says a word. Mainly because there are no words to be said.

  Sullivan is the first to make a move, his hands gently cradle my cheeks as he comes in for a kiss. As soon as his lips meet mine, a fire sparks in my belly. I need him. I need all three of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Banks moves behind me, pressing hot mouthed kisses against my flesh.

  I’m practically melting, and they haven’t even reached the most important spots yet.

  “I need to taste you…” Oliver all but growls, moving to his knees.

  Breaking the kiss with Sullivan for half a second, I release a gasped, “Yes.”

  In a second, I’m moved to my back, all three of them hover over me with their eyes overlooking my body like I’m some kind of sacrificial lamb. Sullivan trails h
is hands down my body, while Oliver spreads my thighs. An electrical current ripples through me. It feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.

  Banks leans forward his hot breath fanning against my hardened nipple. The look in his eyes screams hunger. He wants to devour me from the inside out. And I’ll let him. I’ll let him and his brothers do whatever they want to me.

  “Oh, god…” The words just fall from my mouth when Banks’ lips circle my nipple, and Oliver licks me from ass to slit.

  “Fuck,” Sullivan exhales, licking his lips one last time before they crash against my own. Oliver worships me with his tongue, feasting on me like I’m his last supper. Banks alternates between each breast flicking furiously against the tight nub before slowing down, teasing me at a treacherous pace.

  While Sullivan may seem as if he’s doing nothing, he is kissing me like a woman should be kissed, with love and adoration. I moan between our kisses, feeling my pulse pound in my ears, and my body shudders as red hot heat spreads through my limbs.

  “Do you have any idea how pretty you are when you’re coming?” Sullivan whispers into the shell of my ear as he peppers kisses along my throat. “Your pale cheeks are tinted the color of roses, and your chest rises and falls so rapidly. I’ve never seen your eyes so big and bright. Fall apart, sweetheart, and I promise, we’ll catch you.”

  I’d never before thought that the cliché come on command thing worked, but it’s like my body is tethered to his words, waiting with bated breath for his next command. Colorful spots of light appear before my eyes as they drift closed, my entire body shaking, a whole array of fireworks going off inside my belly.

  “Fuck,” Banks exhales, “holy shit…”

  Oliver continues to feast on me, even as I drift down from my orgasm like a feather floating in the wind. From that moment on, I’m melting, becoming a goopy mess of soul-searing post-orgasmic bliss.

  I can feel the sheets growing wet beneath my ass. I’m soaked, lying in a puddle of my own arousal. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but that’s the last thing on my mind. My hands move to his hair, and I hold him in place between my thighs, needing him and the pleasure he gives me like it’s my next breath.

  Oliver spreads me with his fingers and licks my clit with an unbridled hunger. I feel the tingling build deep inside my core again, my back slightly arching off the bed, when Oliver’s fingers move down to my other opening. Before I can think about how wrong this is, his finger is massaging me there, and all that’s left in my mind is how good it feels.

  “You like that?” Banks asks, his voice low and husky.

  “Yes,” I admit in between heavy panting. My moans become even louder when Oliver pushes the tip of his finger inside, probing the tight ring of muscle while simultaneously working my clit with his tongue. Banks and Sullivan have their hands on me too, I have lost track of who is touching me where. All I know is that I feel like I’m being worshiped by these men.

  When Oliver dips his finger into my ass even further, while sucking on my clit for all he’s worth, I’m tipped over the edge once more. I go off like a rocket, soaring through the air, shattering into a million little pieces in the night sky. Tremors wrack my body post-orgasm, and I whimper like a wounded animal as Oliver releases his hold on my thighs.

  He climbs up the king-size bed and lies down next to me, he turns my head so I can see him. I’m still coming down from the second orgasm, my limbs feel heavy and feather-light all at once.

  “I want you to ride me, baby, and while you do that, Banks is going to claim your ass,” Oliver orders, beckoning me with his finger to come to him.

  None of the brothers speak as I crawl on top of Oliver, who is obviously leading the show tonight.

  “What about Sullivan?” I groan as he fills me up with his thickness. It’s so hard to think about anything but the burning fire that snakes up my spine as he bottoms out inside of me.

  A mischievous grin appears on Oliver’s full lips. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. He’ll be coming down your pretty throat while you fall apart over and over again.”

  My chest expands and fills with oxygen, but it doesn’t feel like I’m actually breathing. In fact, none of this feels real at all. Them, me, us being together like this.

  Oliver reaches up and cradles my cheek gently, his touch drawing me from my rampant thoughts. “Is that okay? Is this what you want?”

  Nodding my head, I watch as the brothers arrange themselves on the bed. Banks coming up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass, and Sullivan moving to just above Oliver’s head. Saliva pools in my mouth as my eyes catch sight of Sullivan’s thick cock bobbing in the air. I want it. I need it.

  Air swooshes from my lungs as Oliver enters me deeply, at a new angle, the head of his cock brushing against the back of my channel. I lean forward and wrap my hand around Sullivan’s cock, my insides tingling with pleasure as he releases a hiss through his teeth.

  “Fuck, if your mouth feels anything like your hand, I’m done for.” Smiling, I stroke his dick up and down while the pleasure in my own core burns hotter and hotter.

  Oliver lifts one of his hands, keeping the other firmly in place on my hip, and plucks at my overly stimulated nipples, and then I feel it… something warm and sticky sliding down my ass crack. Banks’ fingers move through the unknown liquid, and I shudder as he reaches my puckered asshole, his thumb pressing against the tight muscles of my hole.

  “Relax, baby, I won’t take this virgin hole until you’re ready. Till you’re spent, nothing but a withering mess.” His thumb presses against the tightness, and without thinking, I push back against him, wanting him there.

  My ass pulses and, even though, there is pressure, and a tinge of pain, it lessens as Oliver strokes me deeply with his cock. Banks moves his finger in and out gradually, so slowly that I almost forget that he’s there.

  The grip I have on Sullivan’s cock tightens, and I lean forward, bringing my lips to the smooth head. He groans as I wrap my lips around him and drag my tongue on the underside. A drop of salty warm liquid hits my tongue, and there is something so erotic about that, I can’t help but moan around his length.

  With Sullivan in my mouth, Oliver in my pussy, and Banks playing with my ass, my whole body is on fire. My senses are overwhelmed, and my brain is flooded with endorphins, making it impossible to think about anything besides what I am feeling right this moment. And what I’m feeling is every nerve ending in me being charged and ready to burst, sending me into oblivion.

  Banks adds a second finger, stretching my tight hole just as Oliver picks up speed. Sullivan is also growing more eager. His large hands cupping my head, holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth, his hard length sliding in and out over my tongue until he hits the back of my throat and I gag a little.

  I didn’t think I could possibly come again since I’d already come twice, but somehow, I am already teetering on the edge again. I’m consumed with need for them. My body screaming for their touch. My mind is on the verge of insanity. I feel like I imagine a drug addict must when they’re trying to get their next fix. Oliver, Banks, and Sullivan are my drug, a fix I crave more than anything else.

  Overwhelmed with need, I suck Sullivan as hard as I can, wanting him to come, wanting to give him pleasure like he gives me. He growls like some kind of animal while his cock swells in my mouth, his fingers twist in my hair, pulling on some strands. I don’t know what it is about that small pain on my scalp, but it sends me over the edge. Pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a beautiful symphony of pleasure. I come hard, moaning around Sullivan, and like a chain reaction, he comes apart as well. Salty warm seed fills my throat as ecstasy ripples through me.

  Oliver’s fingers are digging into my hips as he buries himself so deeply inside of me, I can feel him in my belly. Banks pushes two of his fingers inside my ass deeper than before, the foreign feeling only prolonging my orgasm.

  My vision goes blank, and my body goes limp as I come down from my thi
rd climax. Sullivan slips out of my mouth slowly, leaving a salty train of cum behind on my tongue. He still cradles my head when he kisses me softly before climbing off the bed. As soon as he disappears, I collapse on top of Oliver.

  “I think you are relaxed enough now,” Banks announces, chuckling behind me. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He runs his hand over my ass, and up my lower back, his simple touch feels so intense.

  “Yes…” I half moan.

  Banks removes his fingers and replaces it with the smooth head of his cock. He pushes against the tight ring, and all I can feel is pressure. His cock is much bigger than his fingers, and for a moment, I don’t think it’s going to fit.

  “Relax,” Oliver whispers in my hair and thrusts inside me, rubbing against my clit as he does. The sensation relaxes me more than his words, and I loosen up enough for Banks to slip inside of my ass.

  “There you go,” Banks growls, his voice strained like he is trying to hold back. Slowly, he inches his way inside of me while Oliver momentarily stills. “How does that feel?”

  “I feel… full, so full…” My voice comes out breathy, just like my whole body feels right now. “But it feels good… so good.”

  At my words, Banks starts moving a little more, and a small whimper escapes my lips.

  “Are you sure?” Oliver asks, running his hands over my arms and shoulders.

  “Yes, I want you to move. Both of you,” I urge, and they don’t need another invitation. Oliver starts moving, thrusting again, and Banks starts to match Oliver’s pace. The feeling is new and almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.

  “Fuck, Harlow,” Banks groans behind me as they fall into a rhythm. “You don’t know how good this feels…”

  “I’m not going to last long like this,” Oliver says, his voice strained like he is barely holding on.

  “Me neither, I’m about to come,” Banks growls, and shortly after, I can feel him growing even bigger inside of me, his movements growing frantic, and his hand landing flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me down on to Oliver’s chest. I bury my face into the crook of his neck. Oliver tries to match his brother’s strokes. Both of them thrusting inside of me furiously now, and all I can do is lie there and take the enormous amount of pleasure they’re giving me.

 

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