by Rye Hart
Not yet, I thought to myself. Slow down, Evan. You don't want to cum this fast. You want to draw this out. Savor it.
“Come inside me, Evan,” Hadley groaned. “Please. Remember why we're doing this.”
She was right. We were trying to get her pregnant. That was the reason this whole thing came about to begin with. But, at the same time, I also wanted to enjoy every second of this. If she got pregnant, God knew, we might not ever do this again. If that was going to be the case, I was going to relish every fucking second of it.
I needed to make her come.
Finally, I found my voice, so I pulled my cock out of her and said, “Get on top of me,” I said. “I want you to fucking ride me Hadley.”
I laid down flat against the bed, and Hadley quickly turned around and straddled my body. She gripped my cock tight as she lowered herself down, taking me back inside that tight little hole, a look of pure bliss on her face as I filled her up. God, she was so beautiful, and I was thankful to see her like that. Her blue eyes were wide as she fucked me, her breasts bouncing as she moved up and down on my cock.
Her supple skin seemed to glow, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. I explored every curve of her body, my nails pressing into her soft flesh. She fell forward, her breasts pressing into my chest, and she kissed me with those soft lips of hers. That's what pushed me over the edge. Feeling her smothering me with her tits and her mouth, I could no longer control the pressure in my balls. Try as I might – and I really tried – I couldn't hold off the inevitable any longer.
I held onto her, pulling her into me as her pussy convulsed around my cock. Hadley's lips pulled back from mine, and when she spoke, her voice was a soft, sputtering gasp.
“I'm coming, Evan... Oh God, yes...”
Those words sent me over the top. I thrust upward again, filling her up with my seed as I exploded deep inside of her. In my mind, I imagined what it would be like to impregnate her, to succeed in giving her what she wanted – and that made my climax that much stronger.
We came together, our bodies thrashing in unison until every last drop of my cum had been spilled inside of her body. I held her to my, waiting for my heart to slow, and my pulse return to normal.
She kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, “Thank you, Evan.”
“I think it's me that should be thanking you,” I said.
I kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead, and she smiled at me – a smile that I'd give anything to see every day for the rest of my life.
I was in love with this woman. I always had been, and part of me thought, always would be. Even if she never loved me in return.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JARED
I stood there, my heart racing, my breath shallow, almost afraid to speak. I was naked. In Hadley's room. Not only that, she'd just fucked my brother right in front of me. I'd never had performance anxiety in all of my life but watching the two of them fuck like crazy and then come together, made me feel a little anxious. So many thoughts rushed through my head, all at the same time. I'd been with so many women, I'd lost count. But, standing there, having seen what I just saw, I felt like an awkward virgin all over again.
I was the youngest of the Walker clan, though I was by no means inexperienced. I was also the one who knew Hadley the least. We didn't share the same bond that she and Gabe had had. Or the bond that she and Evan had for that matter. We were friends, but we didn't have that built-in connection.
She'd commanded me to get undressed, but so far, I was just standing on the sidelines, naked, riveted by what I was seeing. I stood there watching the two of them kiss in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the excitement and anticipation within me, a swiftly rising tide.
Hadley rolled off my brother, and I locked eyes with Evan. There definitely was some awkwardness there. Don't get me wrong, I'd had threesomes before, but they were with other girls - never another guy, and never my own brother.
Hadley sat on the edge of the bed, her body literally glowing. Her hair was beginning to dry around her face, wavy and messy, but she was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. She crooked her finger and said two words to me that set my body on fire.
“Come here,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
I was there in a heartbeat, walking over to the edge of the bed. Her tongue licked the lines along my six packs as her big, blue eyes stared up at me. Any chance of my cock going limp with performance anxiety went straight out the window as she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.
She pulled me down on top of her, and there was very little foreplay needed. She wrapped her legs around my waist, sliding her tongue along her lips seductively. I was hard and ready to fuck. Even though she'd literally just come with Evan, she was already ready to go again, arching her back upward and kissing along my neck. Her nails dug into my back as I pressed myself against her wet little opening.
“God damn,” I muttered, “you're insatiable.”
“MmmHmm,” she whimpered, “especially when it comes to my favorite guys.”
Using her legs, pulled me downward onto her, and my cock pressing harder against her opening. Without even thinking twice about it, I braced myself up on my arms and buried my shaft deep inside of her. We both groaned as our bodies connected.
“Getting right to the point,” she muttered, “I like it.”
I moved in and out of her tight little body, my mouth exploring her neck and lips. I covered her face in kisses as we fucked, savoring every second that I was inside of her. Her pussy was still so very tight, and she had amazing control over the muscles inside her, tightening and clenching around me in ways I didn't even know were possible.
The experience was surreal for me. I was still tipsy, maybe even drunk, so my head was spinning, which only added to the surreal glow around it all. Everything about it carried a faint edge of the unreal. As if I was going to wake up and find that I'd just had one of the most intense wet dreams I'd ever had in my life.
I pumped my hips harder, determined that if this was a dream, I was going to enjoy every goddamn second of it. Hadley blew my mind, and I was balls deep inside of her and she was writhing beneath me, scratching the hell out of my back, while she moaned my name.
It didn't take me long at all to feel close to the edge. Hadley must have sensed I was close, and as much as I wanted to pull away, to stop and change positions, just to give myself a moment to catch my breath and calm myself down enough to draw this out, she held on tightly, thrusting her own hips upward.
I pounded myself into her with everything I had. Thrusting long and hard and deep, making her cry out. She dug her heels into my ass as he body tensed. My balls tightened as I prepared to unload myself inside of her. She held on for dear life, arching her back and writhing harder.
“I'm coming, Jared,” she whimpered. “Come with me, baby.”
Just like that, I was on the brink and had no choice in the matter. I gritted my teeth and buried myself deep in her pussy one last time as I let loose, exploding deep inside of her. As my cock throbbed, filling her up with my hot, sticky seed, I thought about the possibilities of making a baby with the woman. Fuck, I never knew how badly I wanted to have a child until that moment. Not just any child, but a child with Hadley – and as I came inside of her, I knew that was the only thing I wanted in life.
I wanted to be with her in any capacity she'd have me.
I collapsed on top of her, and she let out an adorable giggle as she clung to my body.
“What?” I asked, moving off of her and lying down beside her.
I propped myself up on my arm and stared into her beautiful eyes.
“I'm just so happy,” she said.
Evan curled up behind her, his hand resting on her stomach. I held her face in my hand, kissing her lips softly, tenderly, trying to impart all of the emotion I felt for her.
“Good, Hadley. That's all we want – for you to be happy,” I said.
As weird as it might have b
een to be sharing a bed with her and my brother, I had to admit, I'd be willing to do it again if it made her smile and laugh like that again. I could also tell, from the look in Evan's eyes, that he would too.
We shared a smile, holding the woman we both loved, as all three of us drifted off to asleep.
***
I wasn't sure what initially woke me up. Maybe it was the throbbing headache or the light streaming in the windows, nearly blinding me and making the pain in my head even worse, since it felt like my eyeballs were melting out of my head. I found myself curled up with a still naked Hadley, her head resting on my chest. Evan was pressed up against her from behind, his privates hidden from view thankfully. I smiled at the scene before me though. It was weird to wake up like that, sure, but something just felt right about it. As weird as that sounded. Hadley looked peaceful and content, and to me, that was all that mattered.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes. She stared at me, then Evan, and a perplexed look crossed her face. For a second, I was worried that she'd been too drunk to remember what happened. I didn't want that, I wanted her to be happy about it. Not regret it.
“What's that sound?” she whispered.
I listened. There was a noise I couldn't make out. A light tapping. Evan sat up and looked as confused as we did.
“I have no fucking clue,” I said.
The tapping happened again, this time a little bit louder. Then, as if everything started to move in slow motion, I saw the bedroom door opening. We scrambled for the blankets, throwing them over us and covering up just before Grayson's face peeked in from the other side.
“Mommy?” he said, his voice soft.
My stomach dropped. Hadley's face paled and she stumbled on her words.
“Yes, baby?”
“I'm hungry,” Grayson said.
“Alright, Grayson. Mommy will be in to get you ready for breakfast,” she said, her voice tinged with panic. “Just give me a second, okay?”
Grayson nodded. He didn't even look at me or Evan, and I tried not to move. “Just go back to your room, please, baby?”
Grayson nodded again as he stepped out of the room, leaving the door cracked open behind him. Hadley fell against the bed with a groan, burying her face in her hands.
“God, I have no idea how I'm going to explain this to him,” she said, her voice muffled behind her hands. “Or my mother, for that matter.”
“Maybe he won't say anything?”
Hadley dropped her hands and looked at me. “Are you serious? He's four, he's not stupid,” she said.
She groaned and covered her face again, letting out a stifled, muffled scream.
“I'll take that as our cue to leave,” I said, climbing out of the bed.
I hurried and shut the door, then Evan and I got dressed while Hadley remained hidden behind her hands.
I walked over to the side of the bed, knelt down and kissed her. She kissed me back, but with less enthusiasm than she had just last night.
Evan followed suit, kissing her on the lips. Hadley gave him a soft smile and stroked his cheek. “Thank you, both,” she said. “But I really need you to leave, now, before my mom happens to stumble in here as well.”
“Should we sneak out the window, m'lady?” I teased.
She groaned again. “Fuck, I didn't even think about that. Just – try not to be seen, okay?” she asked. “She may be in the kitchen, so you should be able to sneak out the front if you're careful. And quiet.”
“We'll do our best. If we run into her, I'll have to come up with one hell of a story,” I said.
She side-eyed me and Evan punched me playfully. “Don't worry, I'll make sure he behaves himself.”
“Please do, Evan,” she said. “I really don't need a lecture from my mom.”
We hustled out of the bedroom, looking both ways as we stepped into the hall. The coast was clear, so we quietly walked down the stairs, listening for any sign that Mrs. Rose was up and about. There was nothing but silence on the first floor, so I dared to hope she might still be asleep. We hurried down even faster, stepping off the bottom step and rushed toward the front door.
Just when I thought we'd made it and were in the clear, a voice piped up from the top of the stairs, stopping us in our tracks. My heart pounded, and my blood ran cold – I suddenly felt like a teenager getting caught sneaking out my parents all over again.
It was little boy's voice on the stairs behind us. “Hi.”
I flinched as if I'd been hit, and so did Evan. I turned, slowly, gritting my teeth, but putting on the most genuine smile I could muster.
“Hey, Grayson,” I said, swallowing hard and trying to not look so damn guilty. “Where's your grandma?”
“She's still in bed,” he said. “Why were you in bed with my mom?”
I looked at Evan, who decided to take this question, “We were playing games last night, and just fell asleep,” he said.
“What kind of games?”
“Adult games,” I said, and Evan punched me in the arm. “I mean, games for grownups.”
“Oh,” he said. He continued to stare down at us.
“We'll see you later, little man,” I said.
“Bye,” he said.
He turned and went back toward Hadley's room, and both of us breathed a sigh of relief. We slipped out the door and ran across the lawn, into our parent's backyard and into the guest house, laughing like we'd just gotten away with something.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HADLEY
I stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before finally climbing out of bed and throwing on some clothes. My head was spinning and throbbing at the same time, a not-so-delightful consequence of drinking so much the night before and all of the stress currently racking my brain.
Thankfully, I hadn't been so drunk that I'd forgotten what had happened. I remembered everything, in almost excruciating detail. It wasn't regret ravaging my body. It was something – else. Something I couldn't identify. But something that weighed heavily upon me nonetheless.
Everything I'd done last night, with all three of them, I'd wanted to do. I’d wanted all of them – and the sex with all three of them had been amazing. It was everything I'd ever wanted and more. I wasn't lying about wanting the baby either, and if I managed to get pregnant, it would be a dream come true in many ways.
Yet, part of me feared what it might mean for my friendship with the brothers. We wouldn't have to discover who the father was, but that might make things even more awkward. Gabe had up and left after we'd had sex in the hot tub, and I didn't think he'd ever be okay with sharing me. What happened last night might have ruined things with Gabe for once and for all. If everything else that happened between us hadn't already ruined it, sleeping with his other two brothers may have finally put him over the edge.
Except, I'd wanted to do it still. Even knowing the consequences, I couldn't say no. I cared about all three of them so much, it made my heart hurt to think about. They all struck a chord deep within me. It was powerful and overwhelming – and I couldn't explain it.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time that morning. I was conflicted between feeling happy about what happened and feeling bad about it. After all, good girls didn't sleep with multiple men in one night. Did that make me a slut? Did I care? So many questions, and so much guilt, and it wasn't even seven in the morning yet.
Grayson knocked gently on the door again.
“Yes, baby?” I said, wiping the tears that had fallen from my eyes.
“What's taking so long?” he asked.
“I'm coming, sweetie,” I said.
I wasn't sure how I'd be able to face the brothers again anytime soon. Especially Gabe. My head was foggy, and I couldn't think straight. My emotions were all over the place and I was a total mess. Not to mention, the guilt that coursed through my body ran deep. Guilt not just over what I'd done to Gabe, but over what I'd done to Chris’ memory. My mother was waiting for me in the hallway w
hen I finally came out of my room, already dressed and ready for the day. She shook her head when she saw me.
“Wild night?” she asked.
There was disappointment in her voice, making me feel like a stupid sixteen-year old girl all over again. Hell, last night, I guess I'd acted like one too.
“Yeah, I think I'll lay off the drinking for a while,” I said.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and continued scrutinizing me. I knew that look all too well, it was the look that said she knew something, but was waiting for me to tell her. I had one chance to get it right. So, I punted and waited for her to ask the question I saw in her eyes.
“What is it?” I asked.
There was no way she saw Evan and Jared, not if she was still upstairs and was just leaving her room herself.
“Grayson told me you had some visitors spend the night,” mom said, the disappointment in her voice even thicker. “Evan and Jared. Apparently, you were playing adult games and fell asleep?”
I groaned, putting my hands to my face and cursing under my breath.
“It's not like that,” I said.
My mom always knew when I lied. “You think it's wise to be hanging out with both of them? Shouldn't you be trying to fix things with Gabe instead?”
“Listen, mom, I appreciate the guidance, but I don't need that right now,” I said.
She huffed and walked toward the stairs. Then she stopped and turned around, reaching her hand out to my son.
“Come on, Grayson,” she said, not looking at me. “Let's get something to eat and let your mom get herself cleaned up.”
As much as I loved my mother, I knew she was judging me. She was more conservative and old-fashioned than most people realized. She'd stayed married to my dad for thirty years before he passed away, and she never did remarry. She never strayed, even when he was sick for months on end at the end of his life. She was a good woman, the type of woman who was loyal to just one man.
