Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
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T IERNEY
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M y thoughts, like my words, come to an abrupt halt when Colter reaches for me, wraps his arm around my waist to draw me closer, while he cups my face with his other hand. Immediately, my body responds to his nearness with an encompassing heat that sets us both on fire.
I gasp, confused and in shock, but then his mouth lowers to mine, and I forget everything. Colter takes complete possession of my mouth, kissing me until I can barely breathe, let alone stand on my own two feet. He catches me, pulling me tighter, grinding his body against mine the same way he’s doing to my lips. He stamps his possession all over my mouth, sucking on my lips and my tongue.
“Waiting to do that was pure fucking torture,” he murmurs against my lips before he hands me over to Nolan.
“Sweet Tierney,” Nolan says, holding my face with both his hands while his thumbs run over my swollen lips. The agony of waiting for him to claim me is overbearing, so I reach up and kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and sighing at the intimate contact. He lets me explore his mouth and bite his lip. The instant his hands drop from my face to cup my backside, I throw my arms around his neck so I can taste even more of him.
“You taste like ambrosia,” he rasps before he leaves me for Jace. Jace doesn’t take full control of my mouth like Colter. He doesn’t let me explore like Nolan. No. He teases me relentlessly. Makes me so ravenous for his mouth, I growl in frustration. Finally, he gives in and takes control of the kiss. Leaving me breathless.
“Worth every second of waiting,” he says, as he sets me away from him. “Do you know you’ve been the bane of our existence since the moment you tried to kill us with your horse?”
“I didn’t,” I say defensively.
“You did. Because when you threw yourself into our arms and pressed your body into ours, when you hugged us, you killed us for any other woman, Tierney.”
“We always thought you were fucking stunning, but the feel of your body, the scent of your hair, and the sound of your voice saying our names—they did us in for life.”
“I... what?”
“Do you know how hard it was to stop ourselves from stripping you so we could drive our cocks into your sweet, hot body? We wanted to fuck you right there on the beach, your family and friends not far behind.”
“We wanted to claim you and take you home to Lone River,” Colter adds. “But fuck, we had to think real fast. We couldn’t take you. We didn’t think you wanted to be the wife of three ranchers. You were a city girl. We tried to resist you and failed completely when you walked into our lives again with your proposition.”
“The thing is, Tierney,” Nolan says. “If you want us to wear suits every day and be the billionaires you’re accustomed to in your circle, then that’s what we’ll do. Don’t want to live on the ranch? We’ll get you a castle. But you’re ours now. Forever. You’re going to be our bride.”
Tears fill my eyes, and it takes me a minute to realize Sweetpea is doing her signature move on us. She’s doing the figure-eight symbol around me and Colter, me and Nolan, and me and Jace.
Oh. My. God.
“We love you. You’re our forever. Our everything.”
"But you're dressed for the party," I say, still not believing them.
"No, we're not. The minute you sent us that text to say it was over, we knew we needed to claim you immediately. We dressed this way for you."
"But the party... your whole family wants you to be married."
"Have you met our sisters? That whole thing was just a set-up to force us into action and admit our feelings for you. They knew from day one, and when they heard you were coming around to the ranch, they decided on their own brand of matchmaking. They know we love only you, Tierney."
Maybe we should hire their sisters to work at Leashed to Love, I think to myself. What they did was impressive.
It takes me a while to find my voice through all my tears. This is really happening.
“I love Lone River. With all my heart. I love you, Colter. I love you, Nolan. I love you, Jace. Make me yours, please, in every way possible. Please.”
They crush my lips to theirs, peeling off my clothes, touching, kissing, and biting every bit of skin they reveal.
I whimper in fear and desire when they put me on my knees and spend an inordinate amount of time behind me. Jace snatches the coconut oil from my bathroom, and that’s how I discover a different way to come.
They take their time, separating my ass cheeks and pouring the oil into me. I quake and soar, biting my lip so hard I taste blood and clenching so desperately I can’t catch my breath.
They take turns putting their fingers inside me, stretching my most forbidden place, massaging my flesh until I’m so pliable. Two fingers go inside me, then three. The roaring burn that shatters through me leaves me unhinged and dripping wet.
When they fuck me with their fingers, thrusting into my ass harder and deeper so that it feels as if they’re pushing against my womb, I orgasm through a flood of tears. But nothing compares to their hoarse voices as they tell me how lovely I am, how perfect. How theirs I am.
Instinctively, my body only craves three things now. Their cocks inside me, sharing my body. I sob my needs out to them, and they oblige.
Colter picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. The tip of his shaft is a whisper away from my drenched opening.
The instant he lies down on his back, my folds open, and my pussy grabs onto his impossible thickness.
I throw my head back. Nolan is behind me and wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head tilted up. The more he squeezes, the more I clench around Colter’s cock, sinking deeper and deeper into me.
At my side, Jace pumps his cock, gathers his pre-cum on his fingers, then feeds the silky essence to me. I suck the droplets down wildly, swallow it, and look for more.
Jace then rubs the pre-cum that’s on his thumb onto his bottom lip. My pussy quakes around Colter; I cry out soundlessly as Nolan presses his cock to my asshole, painting the rings around the most intimate part of my body with his pre-cum. I’m not going to survive this intense sensory overload.
Jace leans over me. His mouth descends on mine. I kiss him with a franticness that borders on madness, sucking off the pre-cum on his lip until I’m close to biting him to get his taste on my tongue.
I can’t breathe, not with Nolan at my throat while he torments my bottom hole. Not with Colter in my pussy, who brings me down so hard, his mammoth cock bumps my cervix.
I’m going to come. I’m going to come this way.
“You’re our needy little princess, aren’t you, sweetheart? Your perfect little cunt only wants our cocks, doesn’t it?” Jace demands. I nod, with tears in my eyes. I’m theirs. Theirs to do as they please.
“Our cocks, Tierney,” Jace growls deep. “You’re a little slut princess only for our cocks, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I sob.
Jace’s hand slips down to my clit, straining under the weight of Colter’s shaft embedded into me. Nolan penetrates my ass more fully now. I can’t explain the sensation except that it’s brutal and beautiful all at the same time.
Jace slaps my clit so hard, I shudder and disintegrate, and the orgasm that pours out of me soaks Colter's stomach.
But I need more. I need Jace inside me as well. He doesn’t make me wait.
Except the instant I feel his cock lined up next to Nolan’s at the entrance of my ass, panic soars through me, and I shake my head.
Colter reaches up and kisses me slowly, gently. He gets me to lose myself in his mouth, and when I’m lulled enough, Nolan and Jace thrust their cocks inside me.
Everything stills. I don’t breathe. I push Colter away, then I want him closer.
“Ours,” Colter says. “Your body is our home. Welcome us in.”
I want to shake my head and stop everything. They’re too big. But I love them. I am their home. I want to welcome them in. And I do.
I relax, I breathe, and I unclench the tight walls of my pussy around Colter’s cock and the flesh of the most intimate, forbidden part of me to let Nolan and Jace in.
I cry in wonder and pride and love as they simultaneously make their passage into me. Until all three of them are so deeply woven inside me, I don’t know where they begin, and I end.
I’m in a trance-like state, on another level. I’m a queen, and they’re my kings. When they take control of my body, I bow to them. And when they come inside me, flooding me with cum, I bask in their love and hold them tighter to me.
I accidentally matchmade myself. I went around it the long way, but hey, I’m Tierney Vaughn, soon to be Mrs. Lone River. I don’t do things half-assed.