Chapter Eighteen
Chapter
Eighteen
They had game planned this night pretty much the
moment they met her. Shane held her close, her hair draped over his arms.
They’d almost lost her.
Any issues he’d had with Bay not believing him had been
brushed away. His brother had apologized, had made certain he knew how much he
valued Shane. They were solid and would always be. And now they had their girl
and no matter what happened it would be okay as long as Brooke was with them.
Bay had shucked his clothes and planted himself on the bed.
As Shane moved Brooke across the room, Bay rolled a condom on his cock.
Shane stood there so Brooke could watch, too. While she
stared at Bay, he watched her eyes get heated, her lower lip disappear behind
her teeth. Her nipples got hard. Yeah, she liked watching Bay. It gave Shane
the biggest sense of peace because he’d seen that look on her face when she’d
watched him.
This was not a woman who was accepting the second husband to
please the one she truly loved. She loved them both and celebrated their
differences, appreciating what each brought to their marriage.
“You think it’ll fit?” He whispered the question into her
ear, tracing the shell with his tongue. “You think your little pussy can
possibly handle that monster cock? He’s going to fill you up, baby. He’ll
stretch you wide. Can you handle him?”
“I can handle him,” she whispered back. “I can handle you
both. I can take that big dick of yours splitting my asshole, and I suspect
you’ll love it.”
Damn, but his baby didn’t hold back. He adored her easy
sexuality, the way she gave every bit as good as she got. She wanted him hard
and hot and ready to fuck her ass. “I’ll make you love it.”
He was addicted to everything about this woman. His woman.
He eased her carefully down, helping her straddle Bay. His
cock was dying, but he watched as she slid onto Bay’s dick. She groaned and her
ass wriggled as she adjusted. “Tell me how it feels.”
He loved when she talked during sex, when her voice got
husky and low and she spit out some truly filthy, glorious words.
“He’s so big and the plug… I can feel the plug. It wants to
come out but I’m clenching. I like how it feels. I like how it makes me light
up with sensation, but I think it will be even better when it’s you inside me.
When your cock is deep in my ass and I can feel you both moving inside me.”
Shane stripped off his pajama bottoms and boxers and tossed
them to the side. He reached for the condoms and lube. Bay had done a good job
opening her up, but Shane wanted to play more.
Her backside was a sweet shade of pink and her skin was
still flushed from the spanking and the crying that came with it. Holding her
while she cried was one of the most intimate experiences of his life. Knowing
he and Bay were a safe place where this magnificent woman could let go made him
feel ten feet tall.
“You feel so good,” Bay said, his hands on her hips. “I
don’t need anything but this feeling, baby. Wherever you need to go, me and
Shane will be there.” He slid his hand around the back of Brooke’s neck and
dragged her head down for a kiss. “You are my muse so my work goes where you
go, and Shane might start as an assistant, but he’ll be running those sets
before long. No one knows how to take chaos and turn it into order like my
brother.”
“But I like a little chaos.” Shane was touched. This was his
place. The trouble with what he did well was if it all ran right, no one
noticed. Except the people who loved him.
Chaos was inevitable when one lived with two artists.
“I’ll remind you of that when we start having kids,” Brooke
said before Bay took her mouth again.
Kids. He’d never dreamed he would have them, and given how
he grew up, the thought probably should send him reeling. He didn’t know how to
be a good parent since he’d never had one, but he was going to give it his all.
Seeing Henry holding that tiny girl in his arms had done something to his
heart. In that moment he’d seen Brooke holding a kid, the physical proof of how
their souls had melded.
“I think I’ll be happy to handle it.” He had a suspicion he
would be a hands-on dad. “But for now we’re going to concentrate on figuring
out if this is what you want to do.”
By the time they figured out if costume design was her
passion, they would be ready. When she was established she could do a lot of
work remotely, and the travel part would become something of a treat.
But he knew in his heart they would live here. They would
truly build their family in Bliss.
He watched as Bay kissed their future wife, their tongues
mingling. Brooke’s chest was slightly up so he could see the way those gorgeous
breasts moved and how tight her nipples were. He loved playing with her
breasts. He could mold them with his hands and pinch her nipples and make her
squirm.
“She’s killing me, brother,” Bay said, his head falling back
with a groan. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“Not as tight as she’s about to be.” Shane moved into place,
letting go of everything but the need to be with her. He parted her cheeks and
tapped the plug.
Brooke’s spine went straight, her body tightening.
“Asshole,” Bay complained. “You’re the one killing me now.”
He could live with that. It would be a great way for his
brother to go. He chuckled and grabbed the condom, rolling it over his
ridiculously hard dick before lubing it up.
“Just that one touch,” Brooke said breathlessly. “How is it
so different?”
Well, the plug she had was only a bit smaller than Shane
himself, and she’d never worn it while riding another cock. “I’ll show you
different.”
He eased the plug out, watching her greedy little hole
clench as though trying desperately to keep it inside.
He could give her something even better. Anticipation raced
along his spine. He had to take a deep breath or he wouldn’t last, and he
wanted this moment to last.
“I love you, Brooke,” he said, placing a kiss on the small
of her back.
“I love you, Brooke,” his brother echoed.
“I love you both so much,” Brooke replied.
And then he wasn’t thinking about anything except how to get
inside her. Carefully, he placed himself at her entrance, pressing gently
inside. Bay held her hips, keeping her still for Shane’s invasion.
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the
sensation of his cockhead breaching her. Pure pleasure swamped him. So fucking
tight. She was so tight. And right. He had to be careful, had to check that
primal instinct that told him to mark this woman in every way he could. He had
the urge to slam inside her but she was precious to him, so he took his time.
Circling her, rimming her and thrusting in short passages.
He nearly forgot how to breathe when she relaxed and he slid
fully inside.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Bay said, his voice shaky.
“Speak for yourself,” Brooke shot back, sounding
beleaguered. “I’m too full. You’re both too big.”
Bay laughed and Shane felt it, the low rumble moving across
his cock. “We are not. We fit just right. Show her, Shane.”
He carefully eased out, tilting so he rubbed every nerve.
Brooke gasped and her back bowed, coming up off Bay’s chest.
“That’s right, baby,” Bay crooned. “That’s what we want.”
She clenched around him and he damn near lost it. Shane took
a deep breath and gave her another thrust and then a slow retreat. She cried
out, and that was all it took.
They were off, this dance between the three of them his
whole world now.
All that mattered was finding the rhythm that brought them
together, that melded the parts of his soul he feared he would never find,
never feel slide into place like a puzzle he’d known he would never solve.
She was the solution.
She called out, her body going stiff as she rode out her
orgasm.
It sparked his own, shooting pleasure through his body. The
sensation seemed to last forever as he kept thrusting in and pulling out, and
when he was completely spent he fell forward and the three of them were in a
pile on the bed.
The moment was warm and intimate and perfect. It was
everything he’d ever wanted from a woman. She was between them.
“See, that would not have worked in the tiny house,” Brooke
said, still dragging air into her lungs. “I don’t know how my brothers make
that work.” She hissed. “Eww. I did not need to think about that.”
Bay laughed, looking younger and more free than he ever did.
He rolled over and kissed their soon-to-be wife. “Well, baby, we’ll have to
give you something else to think about. We should change places.”
Brooke was smiling even as she argued.
Shane laid back, ready for everything the night had to
offer.
* * * *
Brooke Harper soon-to-be Kent looked around the
gallery and realized everything was coming together. Finally. She’d spent all
of her life working slavishly toward a goal only to figure out the job wasn’t
the destination. They were.
“He’s got such a unique perspective,” one of the New York
influencers was saying as he studied a big canvas Bay called The Cowboy
Retires. It was an oil painting he’d done from a sketch he’d made while on
the rodeo circuit. The painting had a haunting quality to it.
Brooke could never put a real finger on what it was about
Bay’s work that touched her. It was more than his masterful use of color and
shadow. More than the rustic lines of his sculptures. There was somehow a glow
to all of Bay’s work. Like it was lit from within, as though he placed a piece
of his soul in every work of art.
“It says so much.” A second man stood next to the
influencer. This one was gorgeous in his brand-new suit and tie that made her
kind of want to rip them off him. “This painting… I can feel the pain. The loss
of a proud culture as the world moves on from it.”
Shane was hyping up his brother’s work, and he could lay it
on thick.
But then that was what the man did. He was their greatest
cheerleader, the one who hyped them up and held their hands when they were