by Rylon, Jayne
Trent looked at him and nodded. “I know. Me too.”
Then he rolled Holly over so that she was lying on her stomach, her arms at her sides and her legs spread slightly. Trent kept kissing her neck, inspiring her sighs, while his hips began to move, stroking himself through the cleft of her ass.
Owen groaned as he realized what Trent had in mind. If he fucked her there, one of them could fill her pussy at the same time. And the other, well… there were options.
But no matter what, they were going to be inside her together.
No one left behind. No one left alone.
That revelation turned him on so much, there was no way he could stay apart any longer. Lorenzo went down beside them, his thigh touching Trent’s and his cock pressed against Holly’s hip. She must have felt the heat and weight of it because she moaned even before he started humping against her in time to Trent’s motions.
He would have looked to Owen and told him to join them, but when Lorenzo glanced over, he already was. The three of them rubbed themselves against Holly’s smooth skin, content to feel her close to them, until she whimpered and lifted her ass.
“You need more?” Trent asked, taking her cheeks in hand and spreading her so that on his next glide, the head of his cock nudged her tight hole.
Holly gasped but nodded, then cried, “Please!”
Trent tortured them all by being his usual, thorough self. He dipped his cock lower and plunged it in Holly’s drenched pussy, just once, before returning to her ass. He dipped his fingers inside her and slathered them before pressing one to her asshole. Her own natural lubrication eased the way as Trent rubbed around his finger with his opposite thumb.
Every time Holly relaxed, he advanced deeper until she was taking him effortlessly.
Lorenzo and Owen kept stroking themselves against her, keeping their cocks ready for wherever she could use them. Because it was going to be soon, and it wasn’t going to last forever. But it was going to be intense if they did this right.
Lorenzo felt like every foursome they’d ever had before had taught them what they needed to know in order to give Holly the maximum amount of bliss.
“Oh!” she cried out, though more in surprise than anything that sounded like discomfort.
“You okay?” Lorenzo asked as her fingers curled in the sheets. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. There was no doubt now where they were headed. So he drizzled it over her hole and Trent’s hand, making sure there was plenty to go around.
“So good,” she breathed. “I never… Didn’t expect…”
Lorenzo couldn’t help but kiss the side of her face then. “None of us imagined it could be like this. But I’m glad this is where we ended up and that we found each other.”
Owen grunted his agreement as he nudged Holly’s opposite hip with his cock.
“You ready for Trent, coração?” Lorenzo nuzzled her shoulder. “He’s dying to be inside you.”
“I think so.” A hint of trepidation in her voice made him clasp her hand.
“You can take it,” he promised her. “Let him in.”
Holly stilled and her back unknotted beneath his and Owen’s caresses. Unable to resist any longer, Trent withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his hard-on. Watching the blunt head disappear into Holly’s ass as they both groaned and stiffened only made Lorenzo harder.
Knowing that two of the people he was closest to in the world were experiencing so much joy impacted him too. “That’s right, Holly. He’s going to make it so good for you. For us all.”
She shuddered at that before planting her knees in the mattress and angling her pelvis to make Trent’s invasion more effective. Owen took the opportunity to slip his hand beneath her and give her something to grind on as he rubbed her clit.
“More” she gasped. “Fill me.”
“You’ve got all of me,” Trent promised before nipping at the back of her neck.
“Not you. Them.” Holly seemed beyond full sentences. And Lorenzo could relate. He stopped thinking for the first time in forever and simply did what felt right. It was liberating and dangerous, because some of the inhibitions he had kept him from sharing too much—like his heart—and getting hurt again.
He was willing to risk it. Just this once. To show her what things could be like if they were all as brave as she was.
Trent looked at Lorenzo and said, “Give her what she needs.”
Then he wrapped her in a bear hug and rolled to his back, letting Holly blanket him, this time impaled on his cock. Her legs draped over his spread knees, leaving her pussy open and welcoming for…someone.
Lorenzo looked to Owen, who said, “You go. I’m still too close to the edge for that.”
He nodded, not needing to be told twice. Lorenzo crawled into place, his cock naturally aligning with her body. It shocked him when Owen reached out and nudged him, encouraging him to press inside with a rasped, “What are you waiting for?”
Though Lorenzo would have liked to stretch things out all night, he knew they’d pushed their luck already. Holly shot him a wobbly smile, then grabbed for his hips, drawing him to her, impaling herself on his shaft. She was slick yet tight and so damn hot she nearly scorched him.
As his cock slid along the ridge of Trent’s, which he could feel through the delicate tissues of her body, the other man drummed his heels on the bed.
Owen stared at Holly, making sure she was okay as Lorenzo stretched her around his cock. As he’d promised her, she had no trouble taking them both. Instead she cooed, her toes curling as she rocked toward him, rather than away.
“So full,” she gasped. “So good.”
At the same time her hand reached out for Owen, her fingers curling around his shaft. She pumped him, making him hiss.
“You know what he likes?” Lorenzo asked Holly, determined to prove how perfect she was for them. Trent groaned from beneath them, and his cock slipped across Lorenzo’s, separated only by a bit of Holly.
Holly licked her lips, and Lorenzo chuckled. “Yeah, what guy doesn’t? But even more…he’s obsessed with your tits.”
She blinked up at Lorenzo and then Owen as if trying to clear her mind long enough to see if what he said was true. Lorenzo didn’t want her to think that hard. He wanted her to ride the feelings and emotions coursing between them, like he was. It was the only way to protect himself.
So he yanked Owen’s arm.
The man only had two choices: throw his leg over Holly and straddle her in front of Lorenzo, or squash her. And they both knew he would never risk injuring her.
Over Owen’s shoulder, Lorenzo witnessed Holly’s shocked expression morph into a smile. Her eyes sparkled as she put her hands up and cupped her breasts, mounding them together. Lorenzo did what he could to facilitate things by running his hands beneath his balls and collecting the slickness there before reaching around Owen and painting her own arousal and the extra lube he’d poured on her between her breasts.
She was so wet, her chest glistened, and he had to admit his cock jerked at the sight.
Owen, however, was a goner. He used two fingers to press his dick down and aimed the head at her cleavage. Holly shaped herself around Owen’s cock as it poked between the pillow of her breasts and protruded from the other side.
Holly lowered her chin and opened her mouth, taking what she could reach of his tip between her lips. Damn, that had to feel incredible.
Trent stared at the show they were putting on over Holly’s shoulder, moaning as he ground up into her ass from below. Lorenzo couldn’t help himself either—he began to move, pressing into her before retreating, just enough to do it again.
He and Owen bumped into each other somewhat awkwardly as they fucked her pussy and chest, so Lorenzo thought fuck it and put his arm around Owen’s waist, locking them together.
The other guy shot him a what-the-hell-are-you-doing stare before he realized how good it would feel as Lorenzo fucked forward and
the resulting motion forced Owen’s cock between Holly’s breasts. It only took two strokes before Owen relaxed and let Lorenzo drive them both.
Teamed up to provide Holly with as much pleasure as possible, it also guaranteed their own enjoyment. Trent cursed then matched the rhythm Lorenzo set, pumping into Holly’s ass as he retreated. They passed each other with every stroke, only enhancing each other’s efforts.
Holly’s hands gripped herself harder, her fingers pressing on her nipples as the three of them made love to every part of her they could. For Lorenzo, that included her mind and her heart.
Trent whispered sweet encouragement to her as Owen cupped the back of her head and lifted it so that he could feed her more of his length. Lorenzo picked up the pace, sensing the energy crackling between them and the escalating desire that would soon rain euphoria on them all.
He wanted that for them.
Not only for one night, but for the rest of their lives.
Some people might say it was too soon to know that’s what the stakes were in this exchange, but he could honestly say none of their previous experiences had ever been like this. This was who they were meant to be and he wanted Holly—and Trent and Owen—to see it too.
So he fucked faster, and Trent matched him by default, keeping pace as they tunneled deeper and harder into Holly’s body.
Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes began to roll back before she scrunched them closed and shouted. “Yes! Fuck yes! I’m going to come. On all of you. With all of you.”
“Good girl,” Trent murmured in her ear. “Do it. We’ll follow you. Now and forever.”
Lorenzo wasn’t sure she heard him, but his friend’s promise struck a lightning bolt of ecstasy and hope straight to his soul. He roared, and Owen shook in his hold. He kept the other man upright as he caved just a split second before the rest of them.
When the first spurt of Owen’s release touched Holly’s lower lip, she exploded, wringing Lorenzo and Trent’s dick with the force of her orgasm.
Lorenzo’s chest slapped against Owen’s back as he unloaded deep within Holly, flooding her pussy even as Trent pumped his own seed into her ass. The three of them groaned and called her name over and over. If his best friends were even half as entranced by her and what she could do to them, they were mindless with pleasure.
Holly kept coming, her flesh milking him until he was dry. Even still he pumped into her with short erratic strokes as she peaked and began to come back down.
He rode through the climax, dragging every last bit of ecstasy from it before his arm fell away from Owen and he sat back on his haunches, his cock falling from Holly’s body.
After they caught their breath some, he had to move or risk crushing them all.
Lorenzo would have damned his liquefied muscles, except watching a trickle of his fluid slip from her pussy and decorate her flesh made him moan instead. She had to know that she belonged to them now, and that they were hers too.
Didn’t she?
Instead of slowing, his heart rate tripled, damn near causing the thing to burst in his chest.
Yesterday, this had been the point at which she’d walked out on them. Had they done a better job today of showing her how much they prized her and how desperately they wanted her in their lives?
Lorenzo glared at Trent, insisting without words that the man make things right.
If he fucked up again, Lorenzo would never forgive him. How could he when he knew they’d never find another woman like Holly in their entire lifetime?
8
“Holly…” Trent swallowed hard, and all three of the people in bed with him swung laser-focused gazes at him.
Lorenzo tensed, terrified that his best friend might do something to jeopardize the best thing he’d found in a long time. If Holly ran again, Lorenzo wasn’t sure he could take it.
He could lose his best friends and the woman they were falling for in a single heartbeat.
His stomach cramped as he remembered everyone staring at him, while he stood in a tux at the front of a historic church in his hometown, thousands of miles away. The guests had seen his heart shatter when his bride-to-be had left him at that altar, because of a wild night that hadn’t been anywhere near as intense as this one.
And now, for the first time since, he was afraid someone else had the power to wound him like that again.
Trent rolled over so that he was looking down into Holly’s eyes as he caressed her cheek. “I’m so sorry for not having the guts to tell you this sooner, but…”
Her gaze flicked to Owen and then Lorenzo when Trent hesitated. Lorenzo flashed her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, though it felt kind of wobbly.
When she looked back to Trent, he admitted in a rush, “I love you. I think I probably was halfway there back in college, to be honest, but these past few weeks, they’ve been so much more than I could have hoped for. You’re the perfect partner for me, in all the areas of my life. Please, stay. And not for the money. In fact, I—uh—“
Trent looked over his shoulder at them as if asking how he was doing. Owen nodded.
“You should tell her,” Lorenzo confirmed.
“I’ve already deposited five million dollars into your bank account. It’s yours. No matter what you decide to do, with us or while working for our company, I never want cash—or the ability to provide for your mom—to be a factor in your decisions.” Trent’s face flushed then. “If you choose to stay, you’re staying for us. And for love.”
“And orgasms,” Owen chimed in when Holly didn’t answer right away. “We have plenty of those left in stock.”
Her silence stretched long enough that Lorenzo was sure they’d fucked up again.
“You did what?” she asked, her head canting slightly to the side.
“Uh oh,” Owen muttered.
Holly nudged Trent’s shoulder. Not quite a shove, but enough that he plopped to his ass on the bed beside her. She reached for the sheet and pulled it up to her collarbones.
Lorenzo was relieved that at least she didn’t start getting dressed, or flee like she had before. Hardly able to breathe, he stood frozen in place. His whole body flashed cold as he waited for her to speak.
“Are you joking?” she asked Trent.
He shook his head. “You deserve it. You’ve helped me so much already. I wouldn’t have anything without you. Besides, I care for you and your mom. It’s only right. And I want to be sure you’re staying because…”
Trent took a deep breath, then said, “Because you love me too. If you do. I mean, if you could in time.”
Lorenzo was freaking out for all of them now. Because as much as he was scared of being abandoned, Trent was terrified of being unlovable, and Owen had never had someone he could rely on. If Holly lashed out now, she could cause irreparable harm.
Instead, she opened her arms and flung herself at Trent, taking them both to the mattress. She dusted kisses over his cheeks and mouth while Owen and Lorenzo cracked up. Every bit of Lorenzo’s paralyzing fear melted, thawing his heart along with it.
He joined Holly and Trent, with Owen piling on.
Even Moose barked in the background at their antics.
And when they fell into a heap, out of breath, Holly rose to her knees and took turns kissing each of them. Lorenzo tried to show her with every brush of his lips over hers how glad he was to know they were finally in sync.
What they were doing wasn’t for money, or even for pleasure. It was for love.
And if she could care for Trent now, maybe she could feel as deeply for him and for Owen as she did for a guy she’d met while in college, a few years down the road. They’d have to take it one step at a time, but at least they’d be traveling in the same direction from then on.
9
Holly hugged Trent. She rested her head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back then squeezed her before stepping away. “I promise I’ll come home as soon as I can.”
He’d been summoned to the police station to answer some
additional questions the detectives had about his father’s death, Trent’s inheritance, and how that had all gone down. Ford, Brady, and Josh were working some important cases back east, but at least one of them would be joining via video chat as Trent’s official legal counsel.
It was serious shit. Indirectly, he’d been attacked through her. Although she’d been the one stuffed in a trunk, he’d been the target of her kidnapping and the subsequent blackmail attempt. They weren’t in the clear yet, and maybe never would be again. Trent was right: money brought along a ton of pitfalls she’d never considered. The more money, the more issues.
Things had been hard before. Now they were complicated.
“Do that.” She smiled up at him with a measure of false bravado, afraid to make him think she didn’t want him nearby but also needing to be sure he understood that she wasn’t the sort of woman who was too clingy either. “Until then, I’ll be okay.”
“You’re sure?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek in the process.
“I promise.” She smiled up at him, then reached out to her sides without looking. As she expected, Lorenzo and Owen were there to grasp her hands. Their steadying holds made her feel stronger, like she didn’t have to lie to Trent just to make him feel better, although she probably would have if necessary. “Besides, I’ve got your roommates to keep me company until then.”
Trent exchanged glances with his best friends. She didn’t hold it against him that he was so blatantly tasking them with keeping her safe. Not given the circumstances anyway. Ordinarily, she was plenty capable of doing that for herself.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate their presence and the extra layer of protection given that her captors were still on the loose.
“Okay.” Trent leaned in and stole one last, lingering kiss before he sighed and headed for the door. “I’ll text you if I can. When she wakes up, tell your mom I hope she’s feeling better and that…I’m sorry.”
