16. Piper
CHAPTER 16
Piper
I can’t believe this is happening. Tate and Brent are talking about me like… like I’m not even here. But why on earth do I find this conversation so arousing?
Brent looks over at me, his face dark. He’s still naked, and while the bruise covering his torso looks nasty, I can tell that it has zero impact on him in other places, because there’s nothing wrong with the impressive erection that he’s still lightly cupping with one big, callused hand.
“Is that true, Piper?” he says, his hand taking another long tug at his hard length. “Did you want me to walk in?”
I look at Tate, and I feel him encouraging me to say the truth. So I do. I take a deep breath, then nod. “I did.”
The muscle in Brent’s cheek starts to twitch. “Really?”
“You should have felt how wet she was, Brent. She took my cock so well, and when she thought you would see her, with her ass up, taking me like a good girl, she got even better for me.”
My cheeks must be on fire. I’m sure I look redder than a tomato. But it’s true. I can’t deny it. I want them. I don’t just want Brent, or Tate, or Dalton.
I want Brent. And Tate. And Dalton. I want something that feels impossible.
I’m a girl who’s learned to have achievable dreams. I do things that I know I’m good at, because I hate to lose. I hate to be disappointed. And I’m terrified that if I admit how much I want all of them, I’m going to be disappointed. Dreaming of one man for me was too much. I was disappointed then. Over and over again. Why would I reach for three?
I don’t have time to muse about this, though. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Tate’s lips on my neck.
“Should we show Brent how wet you got for me?” he whispers.
I could say no. I should say no. You’re going to be disappointed if you say yes.
“Yes,” I murmur.
Screw it. I want them. They’re right in front of me. And I’m going to do this.
Brent groans, his hand tightening around his cock. “Show me how you had her, Tate.”
Tate tugs on my shoulders, pulling me back toward the bed in Brent’s room. Slowly, he turns me, taking off my clothes as he does. I shiver when I’m naked, but not because I’m cold. Where Tate and Brent’s eyes land on my body, I feel like I’m on fire.
Tate’s nose ghosts down my neck. He’s still behind me, and where I am facing Brent, I can tell that Brent is getting one heck of a show. Tate’s hands cup my breasts, and I groan.
“Fuck me, Piper. Your tits are perfect,” Brent moans.
I’ve always thought they were kind of small. Heck, I’ve been told that they’re small. Hearing Brent say they’re perfect makes me perk up a little taller.
“She likes it when you play with her pretty nipples,” Tate murmurs, punctuating his statement by rolling his fingertips over my nipples, tugging on them hard enough to make me gasp.
Brent growls. “How does she feel now?”
One of Tate’s hands slides down my front. I part my legs slightly, and Brent growls his approval.
“Did you wax for us, Piper?” he grunts.
I nod my head. Truth. I’m telling the truth. I did go the whole way into town to get a wax, knowing that I had them on the schedule. The fucking schedule.
We’re way beyond it. Out of the time that I’m ovulating. There’s no point in having sex right now… Except that I really, really want to.
Tate’s fingers slide inside me, and the obscene noise that echoes in Brent’s bedroom has all three of us panting.
“Fucking hell, Piper,” Tate groans into my neck. “You’re so wet for us, baby.”
“Do you want us, Piper?” Brent demands.
Again. All I can do is nod. I have lost the ability to speak. All I can do is feel.
“Show me how she was. Show me what it would have looked like if I walked in,” Brent says.
Keeping his fingers embedded in me, Tate walks me forward to the bed. He takes his hand from my center, and I whimper at the loss of his fingers. Tate makes a groaning sound, and when I look back, I can see him licking my moisture from his hands.
He looks at Brent. “Fuck me, brother. You need to taste her.”
Brent makes a pained noise. “Next time.”
Next time? The prospect of multiple rounds of this makes my skin feel tight and hot. I groan, and Tate presses his hand between my shoulder blades. However, instead of following exactly, I climb on the bed.
Brent pauses. “Piper?”
On my hands and knees, I look back at them.
“I said I wanted both of you,” I whisper.
They both move. I would honestly laugh at how quickly they position themselves. Behind me, Tate kneels, his thigh pushing my legs apart, and in front of me, Brent positions himself so his engorged cock is right at the edge of my lips. It’s kind of cute, how quickly they got on the same page.
I look up at Brent. His eyes are hungry and dark. It looks like he’s shaking. Gently, I move one hand to where he’s jutting in front of me. When my fingers wrap around the smooth skin of him, his eyes roll back in his head.
“Piper,” he breathes. The word is reverent. It’s filled with worship. And it’s all the confirmation I need.
Slowly, I part my lips and take Brent into my mouth. He’s big, and I’m not quite able to fit him the whole way in, but I do my best.
Brent doesn’t seem to care. His hips are shaking. His hands come up to my face, pulling my hair back, and when I look up at him, he’s staring down at me.
“Fucking hell, Piper,” he whispers. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Behind me, I feel Tate slowly start to notch himself to my entrance.
I shut my eyes and moan. This feels so freaking good.
“Piper,” Tate says, the words strained. “You good?”
I would nod. But…
“I think she’s good,” Brent grunts.
Tate laughs a little, pressing in more. “Is your pretty mouth so full of Brent’s cock that you can’t talk?”
I don’t answer. But I do push my hips back, taking more of Tate than he’s given me so far. He moans at that.
Ha. Take that, Tate.
“Piper. That was bad.” Tate snaps his hips. I gasp, and Brent pushes in a little more.
“She’s taking us, Tate. She’s being a good girl, she just wanted more of you,” Brent growls.
He’s right. I did.
When Tate is fully seated, there’s a moment where we pause. I’m trapped between them, but I’ve never felt so free in my life.
“Piper. I need to move now,” Tate whispers.
I look up at Brent, and he nods.
“She wants you to,” he says.
Tate starts to thrust. The motion moves me forward on Brent’s cock, and I lean into the rhythm that Tate is setting. We get adjusted to the pace, then Tate slowly starts to pick it up, until I can hear the slap of his skin on mine.
Brent growls. “Piper. I’m going to come, but I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I’m about to ask why when Tate loops an arm under my waist, pulling me up. Brent leaves my mouth with a popping sound, and I moan.
“Are you ready to come for me, Piper?” Tate asks.
My mouth opens, then closes.
He’s slamming into me now. Brent moves closer, fisting his cock hard. He’s practically white-knuckled as he grips himself, and for some reason the sight fascinates me.
Tate moans. “Fuck, baby.”
Brent’s other hand moves forward, pinching my clit slightly.
“Come for us, Piper,” he groans.
The feeling of his fingers on my clit, and the pulse of energy from Tate, send me over the edge. I gasp. My orgasm rips across me. I arch, trying to hold onto something as my body is flung apart, ripples of pleasure ricocheting through me. Dimly, I’m aware of hot lashes of moisture on my chest. Covering my stomach. Then Tate grunts, thrusting into me a final time.
Opening my eyes, I pant.
Brent is staring at me. My front is a mess, with white fluid dripping down over my body. He seems fascinated by it, though. He looks up at me. Tate pulls out, and I moan slightly.
Brent trails a hand down my front. He uses his fingers to push some of the warm mess inside of me, and I bite my lip. His eyes flash. “Next time, I’m going to come inside you, Piper.”
Tate laughs. “You better stop getting kicked by horses, dumbass, or you’ll never get your chance.”
Brent shakes his head. “No. I’ll definitely get a chance. Because we’re going to give you that baby, Piper.”
I flush. “I mean, technically, we’re probably outside of the window for it right now?—”
Tate presses a kiss to the side of my head. “Well, all the more reason that we should practice. So that when it’s time, we can really be ready, you know?”
Brent’s eyes glitter. “Next time, I’m going to fuck all of Tate’s cum back inside you. Stands to reason that we should make sure we take every chance to get you knocked up, right?”
I’m going to explode. I look down, then back up at Brent. “I think I should shower again.”
“Was that an invitation?” Tate grins.
I give him a playful swat. “Only if you actually shower this time.”
“I was showering,” Brent says. His eyes gleam, and he looks actually… playful. It’s a good look on him. “You’re the one who interrupted my shower, remember?”
I roll my eyes, hopping off of the bed. “Only because I thought you were like, dying or something!”
“I was dying. Dying to get you naked,” he laughs.
Tate frowns. “What? Brent, making a joke? Hath the end of days come so soon?”
Brent turns, ready to smack Tate on the arm, and I giggle.
“Don’t you have a hog to roast, chef?”
“The hog roast has been proven a success. Move the fuck on, unless you’re interested in being target practice for another horse,” Tate adds.
I laugh, leaving them behind.
In Brent’s shower, I let the hot water soak me. That was… incredible.
What if you didn’t have to choose?
I shut my eyes against the hope that’s beating frantically at my ribcage.
In a perfect world, I might not have to choose. I might be able to have my best friends, my guys, as more than just friends. We might be able to have a baby, together, and raise them. Together. It’s such a powerful vision, so wonderful, that I feel like I’m kind of dizzy, I want it so bad.
The wanting, however, is followed up very quickly by the fear.
I want that. I want it really badly. And I’m absolutely terrified that I won’t be able to have it.