by Vanessa Vale
He placed his hands on the counter on either side of my hips, leaned forward and kissed me. Sweet, but a little wild, too. Just like him. I tasted myself on him, scented my pussy as my wetness clung to his beard. So dirty, so naughty.
A hand curled around my butt, pulled me close to the edge. His dick was at my entrance, settled, then sank deep. Slow, oh so slow he filled me. Stretched me. Opened me up.
CASH
* * *
Yes, it was a wild and dirty fuck in the back of the shop. The scent of motor oil and gasoline clung to everything. So did grease and grime. Julia didn’t belong here, even beneath her truck changing her oil. This wasn’t her world, and yet, she felt comfortable here.
Enough to let us tug off her panties and get inside her. To fuck her hard and fast… without even getting her bare. She’d come on my tongue, but that wasn’t the kind of foreplay she deserved. I’d barely pulled down my jeans, only enough to get my dick out and covered before I sank into her. Finished in record time, as if all I cared about was getting off. I’d taken her with me, but it had been quick.
I watched Bennett have his turn, her legs wrapped around his waist as he took her. I disposed of the condom and fixed my pants, dropped onto a metal stool because my legs wouldn’t hold me. I was pumped up and exhausted at the same time. I’d never come like that before. Hard, so hard I went blind for a few seconds. The cum kept filling the condom and while she’d said she was on birth control, I worried the quantity of it would either rip the condom or seep out. The least I could do was protect her properly.
“You feel so good, Angel. Heaven,” Bennett breathed as he wrapped an arm around behind her back, keeping her from slipping on the dirty surface. He hauled her up, spun about and walked toward her truck, still inside her. He carefully lowered Julia onto the rolling board on her back. Clearly, he didn’t give a shit the concrete floor was filthy beneath his knees and put his hands on the end bars of the wheeled board. He used it to fuck her. He didn’t even have to move his hips, going hard and deep and as fast as he wanted.
Fuck, that was hot.
She gasped and hooked her ankles at his lower back and took every inch of him.
I tasted her on my tongue, breathed in her scent because her juices had dried on my beard. My dick was rising to the occasion again, watching her get fucked like this. I wasn’t thrilled about seeing Bennett’s ass—like me, he’d barely pulled down his jeans—but it was the look on her face, the abandon, the pleasure she couldn’t hide that had me wanting another round. I loved knowing I’d made her come, that she was finding more pleasure with my friend. That he could take her in such a way. Wild. Rough and filthy.
But this was a fantasy. It wasn’t real. It was blind fucking luck she’d spread her legs for me. She was sweet and kind, fresh and so fucking good. And yet she liked to get dirty, to be naughty as fuck.
My name was written in permanent fucking marker on her pussy.
My dick was back to full attention now knowing it knew exactly where it wanted to go.
I was a bastard. Total. Fucking. Bastard. I’d made her come twice—if that didn’t make me feel like a rock star, nothing did—and it had felt like more than just a quickie in the back of my shop.
It was… everything. She’d trusted us enough to put our names on that secret spot. For me to lick her pussy, get her taste all over my tongue. Bury myself balls deep. Get her off. Again.
I’d fucked before. Often. But it hadn’t felt like this. Not just the pleasure, but the connection. What the fuck was it with her? I was a moth to a sweet flame. It had been like… coming home. I felt like a million bucks knowing I could work her body to such pleasure that she screamed. But it was the fact that I could lose myself in her that scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t fuck and forget Julia. Couldn’t go back to random sex ever again. My dick wanted her. My heart, it seemed, wanted only her.
“Bennett!” she cried.
He was good for her. Smart. Rich. Clearly a good fuck. A gentleman—except for right now using a rolling board like a sex swing. He hadn’t been arrested for rape. He wouldn’t taint her like I would. Like I had, because I’d gotten inside her. Gotten a taste for what could be. What it could be like.
Bennett took hold of the back of one of her knees, lifted it up so he could go deeper. The wet sound of their fucking filled the back of the shop. Julia’s tits bounced with each deep thrust, topped with nipples Bennett had sucked to hard points.
I dropped my elbows to my forearms, ran a hand over my face. Fuck, my fingers smelled like her pussy. As soon as her brothers found out the clusterfuck of what had me leaving Miami, they’d kill me. Perhaps with Liam Hogan, the sheriff, in the mix, I might just get a busted nose, but when they found out I’d fucked their sister… I’d be in a shallow grave somewhere on the Duke ranch. Hell, I wouldn’t even get a burial, just left for the wolves to pick clean.
They wouldn’t let Julia get tangled with a fucker like me. I didn’t blame them. Hell, I respected them for the way they watched out for her.
Bennett slid a hand between them, and I knew the moment he brushed over her clit. I knew what that hard little pearl felt like against my tongue, knew how she reacted to it being touched.
After coming twice already, she was well-primed, highly sensitive and she came again, her head thrown back in wild abandon. Bennett fucked her through her orgasm and came right after, his body stilling deep in her, a growl ripping from his throat.
They were breathing hard and remained entwined.
I stood, the metal of the stool’s legs scraping across the concrete drawing their attention.
“I’m going to duck out.”
Bennett turned his head and frowned. His cheeks were ruddy and he was trying to catch his breath. His mind wasn’t ready for a conversation yet, his dick still buried in the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted, felt. Lost myself in.
He pulled back, his condom covered dick glistening from all that sticky sweet arousal of hers. Julia brought her legs together, pushed the hem of her dress down over herself as she lay in front of her truck.
Bennett found the trash can, carefully got rid of the condom. As he was tucking his dick away, he said, “What the hell are you talking about? We’ll take this back to my place. Right, Angel?” He grinned at her and tugged her up to standing, an arm wrapped around her. “That was fucking incredible, but I want to see what we can do in a bed.”
Her cheeks were flushed; curls had fallen out of the bun. She didn’t even realize yet her tits were out. She was well-fucked and mussed. Gorgeous.
Fuck, this was hard. We’d done that to her and I wanted to get her naked and do it all over again. No. Not with me. I’d just get her all filthy in a way even an auto shop couldn’t.
“Yeah, you guys go for it. I’m heading home.”
A little V formed in Julia’s brow. “Don’t you, aren’t you…”
She didn’t know what to ask.
I walked up to her, stroked my finger over her cheek, looked down at her nipples, now all soft and plump again, then met her green eyes. “It’s not going to work with me, Julia. Sorry. You’ve got Bennett though.”
Her mouth fell open as I heard Bennett swear behind me.
“Not going to work? You… you fucked me and now you’re walking away?”
I nodded once, biting my tongue so I didn’t take it all back.
“It was bad? Is that it? You learned how it could be with me and it’s not good.”
Bennett swore again, gave me a dark look. “Cash. You fucker.”
I nodded once. “Yeah, you’re right. Take care of her, okay?”
I turned on my heel, walked out. Didn’t look back. I couldn’t stand to see the hurt on her face, the anger on Bennett’s. It was for the best. She deserved better than me. This threesome thing made me content in knowing she wasn’t alone. She had Bennett, and I’d have the memories of what we just did as I worked every fucking day for the rest of my life.
9
JULIA
* * *
“You’re thinking too hard,” Bennett said. We were spooned in his bed, his arms wrapped around me. One hand cupped my breast and I felt every hard inch of him along my back.
He felt good. Solid. Comforting. Real.
My mind couldn’t settle, continuously returning to Cash. What we’d done. What he’d said. Two words slayed me.
You’re right, he’d said.
Cash had fucked me, hadn’t liked it, even agreed with me when I asked if I’d been bad at it, then left.
Only this morning I’d had the blanket tossed over my head. Hiding. Protecting myself from what I figured they’d do when they discovered I had a botched wax job. Laugh.
God, that would have been something to recover from, but not this. This was worse. They hadn’t laughed at me. The opposite, in fact. They’d seemed to be into it. I mean, they’d written on me. Claimed me. The possessiveness I’d seen on their faces had me forgetting I was a bad lay. That I had no idea what I was doing. That I was frigid.
Just like the phone sex, I’d just… given over. And it had been amazing. I’d come. Several times and I was not frigid. Still, Cash hadn’t liked it. He’d gotten a taste—literally—and was done. An asshole move, perhaps even worse than Frank.
But Frank had at least been honest in his assholery. Cash destroyed me. He’d been into it. I knew it. I felt it. Saw it in his eyes while he’d been deep inside me.
The connection had been instant. Sure, I’d thought they were strippers, but I’d been able to talk with them. Flirt, just… be.
It made me crazy, and because of it, I was destroyed by Cash’s actions. His words.
“He didn’t mean it,” Bennett said for the fiftieth time. After Cash left, Bennett had taken me home. I’d insisted on being alone, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was right there with me, the feelings I had for Cash I also had for Bennett. But Cash had wounded me. Deep. In a way that had nothing to do with what I felt for Bennett. I didn’t care for them only as a duo, like they were bookends that had to be purchased together.
Still, while Bennett had wanted to stay with me, I’d wanted to be alone. To nurse what turned out to be a broken heart. I wasn’t just upset Cash had found me lacking, but I thought there had been something there. Something real. Deep. Love, even. I’d fallen hard and ridiculously fast and that was what hurt now.
Bennett had given me—after we argued on my front porch—some time alone to lie in bed and cry, but he’d shown up on my doorstep an hour ago, all but dragged me to his house to be with him. It wasn’t his fault what Cash had done. I had intense feelings for Bennett, and holing up in my house wasn’t fair to him. He knew I wasn’t happy, that I’d been hurt. He was mad at Cash because of it. His protective instincts had kicked in and he wanted me close. I… liked that. I knew from watching my brothers that he wanted to take care of me. Needed to, and I fell even harder for him.
His hugs and attention were just what I needed. His hold soothed me.
I should be drinking a bottle of wine and eating a gallon of ice cream with Ava, watching a horror movie on TV, but I wanted Bennett. I barely knew him and yet… I did. This was the first time in bed together and yet we weren’t having sex. He’d helped me undress, standing completely bare before him as he slipped one of his t-shirts over my head. He climbed naked in bed with me and I felt his hard on against my lower back, but he did nothing about it. Just kissed the top of my head, pulled me closer.
This was where I wanted to be. I just wished Cash were here, too.
“He didn’t,” Bennett repeated. The room was dark, only the soft glow from the moon filtered in through the windows. His bed was big, the sheets soft and they smelled like him.
“He said I wasn’t any good,” I replied. “At sex, I mean. He gave it a try, but he didn’t like it.”
Bennett shifted so I was on my back and he was looming over me. His arm snaked out and he turned on the bedside lamp. I blinked up at him. His pale eyes were serious. I felt the heat from his body pressed along the side of mine.
“That’s what you think, that he fucked and fled?”
I shrugged, looked down at his chin, saw his blond stubble. “It hurts, but I understand.”
He frowned. “Understand what?”
I bit my lip, thought of Frank.
“Some guy said you were a bad lay?” When I didn’t answer, he continued. “That’s what you were talking about last night when you said dildos don’t complain when they fuck you.”
I cringed at his tone.
He sighed. “Angel, the guy was wrong. He should be shot for how he hurt you.” Bennett stroked my hair as he spoke. “There is nothing wrong with you. Every inch of you is perfect.”
“I couldn’t come. I was… frigid,” I admitted.
“Frigid? Fuck,” he breathed, closing his eyes for a second. “Cash bolted because it was too good. You freaked him out a little.”
I climbed from the bed. Paced back and forth on the soft carpet. “A little? He left because I was too good. Too good? Yeah, right. That makes no sense. What guy does that?” I waved my arms, pissed off.
Bennett sat up, let the sheet slip to his waist. My gaze dropped to his six-pack abs and my thoughts scattered. He patted the bed beside him. “Come here.”
I huffed, then climbed back into the bed, plopped myself down beside him. The t-shirt I wore rode high on my thighs and he slid the hem up so the material bunched under my armpits. He looked down at me, then ran a hand over my skin. My belly, my hip, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast. “This body… gorgeous. These tits, a perfect handful. Your soft skin, hot beneath my palm.” He moved his hand down between my legs. “This pussy… wet for me. You’re not frigid. You were obviously in bed with the wrong man.”
I was warming beneath his touch, beneath the words.
“I thought… perhaps… you had phone sex with me because you didn’t want me in your bed.”
He shoved his hips forward so his hard on was on display. I hadn’t had much of a look of it earlier in the auto shop, but now I could see how big it was. Thick. The taut skin was darker than the rest of him, the crown wide, and I was distracted wondering how that had fit in me. My pussy clenched remembering, was a little sore because of it. “Does this look like I don’t want you?”
I shook my head.
“You came for us, screamed our names,” he continued. “Fuck, you were the sweetest thing ever. Pretty dress, even prettier lacy underthings. Your creamy tits out for us. Don’t get me started on your pussy, especially seeing our names on that little bare spot.”
I flushed, having completely forgotten it was even there.
“You realize I haven’t had a taste.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied, warming up to his touch.
“Don’t be. Cash is being an ass. He’ll come around. I promise.”
I grabbed his wrist, stilled his hand. Felt the corded muscles beneath my palm. I could barely put thoughts together when he touched me like this. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for being so upset. I shouldn’t be. I… I just met both of you yesterday. It’s not Cash’s problem I got so… attached. He has every right to bail. I mean, it’s not like we were in a relationship.”
“Angel,” he chided. “Relationship? What we have is bigger than that. We’re not dating, we’re not just fucking. One look and I was done.” He pulled his hand from my hold, cupped my pussy again and met my gaze. “I didn’t write my name here just for fun. I was serious. This pussy’s mine. You’re mine. You’ll be Cash’s, too, tomorrow. Just wait and see. He’s got issues to work though, but they’re his to tell you about. Then you’ll understand, forgive, and have incredible make-up sex. But you can let him grovel a little first.”
I smiled then. Nothing had changed, but I felt better. I really had only known Cash and Bennett for a little over twenty-four hours. I’d cried in bed for six of them, upset at Cash. He’d been a jerk, that was for sure, but I shouldn’t have been that upset.
But everything was different with these two. Time was irrelevant. I just knew.
“All right, I’ll make him grovel.”
His hand went to my hip and rolled us so he was on his back and I was lying on top of him. I shifted my legs, straddled his waist. He gripped the bottom of the t-shirt and lifted it over my head, tossed it to the floor.
“Want to go for a ride?” he asked, hands moving from my hips and up to cup my breasts.
“Bennett,” I breathed, letting my eyes fall closed.
“Pussy too sore to play?”
I shook my head, reached back and took him in hand. He really was bigger than the dildo. His dick was hot to the touch, silky soft beneath my palm but rock hard.
Bennett hissed and his hips bucked.
I lifted up, already ready for him. I wanted him in me. Now. And when he slid into me, one thick inch at a time, I opened for him. Remembered how he felt.
“Wait,” he said, tugging me off him.
“What?” I asked, my hands settling on his chest.
“Condom. Gotta protect you, Angel.”
I shook my head and studied his clenched jaw. “Nothing between us. I want to feel every inch of you. I want the heat of your cum filling me. You may have put your name on me, but you didn’t mark me. Not yet.”
Was I crazy to say that? Now, after such a short time? I couldn’t help what I felt for him, for Cash, too. I wanted it all. Nothing between us. No barriers, literally and figuratively. Starting now with Bennett, and tomorrow with Cash.
Bennett froze, eyes searching mine. Whatever he saw, he agreed with, for he moved his hands, rested them on the bed beside him. “I’m clean. I’d never hurt you. Not in this. Not in anything.” And when I took him back in me again, began to set a pace that made my blood heat, my clit throb, he gripped the sheets, practically ripped them from the bed.
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