51. Max
***Max***
Ithrew Daisy over my shoulder and took the stairs two at a time while she shrieked and laughed and smacked my ass like that was going to do anything but make me walk faster.
“Max! Maximillian Richard Calloway, I am covered in whipped cream!”
“And we plan on licking it all off of you.”
My brothers were right behind us, and Flynn was narrating the whole climb like a golf announcer, something about form and follow-through, and Daisy was laughing so hard she could barely breathe by the time I carried her into my room and tossed her into the middle of my bed.
She bounced with a yelp, curls flying, sticky and flushed and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.
Wes shut the door. Flynn was already pulling his shirt off.
“Your room?” Daisy pushed up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow at me. “Bold choice.”
“My sheets are about to smell like you. I’ve thought this through.”
Her laugh cut off into something breathier when I gripped her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed. I’d spent all summer taking sips of this woman and telling myself it was enough. I was done sipping.
“Strip her,” I said to my brothers. “Slowly. I want to watch you all touch her.”
Daisy’s breath caught and her thighs pressed together, and my brothers didn’t need telling twice.
Flynn came up behind her and dragged the zipper of her dress down like he was unwrapping a present he’d waited all year for.
Wes knelt and slid the dress down her hips, following it with his mouth, pressing kisses to every new inch of skin.
She was still sticky with whipped cream in places and neither of them seemed to mind.
Her bra went, then her panties, until she was standing between them wearing nothing but the afternoon light coming through my window.
“On the bed, sweetheart.” Flynn walked her backwards and laid her out in the middle of my bed like an offering.
I stayed where I was and let myself look at her.
Her heavy tits rose and fell with every breath, her nipples hard and flushed dark, whipped cream still smeared along one collarbone.
Her soft thighs had fallen open and her pussy was already glistening, wet and swollen before anyone had properly touched her, her lips parted like she was aching to be filled.
Daisy spread out on my sheets was the single best thing I’d ever seen and I planned on telling her that every day for the rest of my life.
They went to work and I watched them do it. Flynn took her mouth first, kissing her slow and deep while his hand covered her tit, rolling her nipple until she whimpered into him. Wes settled between her thighs and dragged two fingers through her soaked lips, spreading her open, taking his time.
“Look at that,” he murmured. “Dripping for us already.”
I moved to the head of the bed and slid my hand into her hair, tilting her chin down so she couldn’t look away from Wes’s fingers working her open. “Eyes open, Daisy. You’re going to watch everything they do to you.”
She moaned, and when Wes pushed two thick fingers inside her and curled them, her back arched clean off my bed.
Flynn ducked and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and I held her head still and made her watch her own body take everything my brothers gave it.
Her first orgasm rolled through her fast, her thighs clamping around Wes’s wrist, her cries filling the room with nobody’s hand over her mouth for once, because the kids were gone and the house was ours and I wanted to hear every sound she’d make.
“That’s one,” Wes said against her thigh.
She was still shaking when she pushed herself up on her elbows, hair wrecked, eyes burning, and looked straight at me. “You. Lie down.”
“Daisy.”
“You’ve been directing traffic long enough, Maximillian.
” She planted a hand in the center of my chest and shoved, and I let her put me on my back because there wasn’t a force on this lake that could’ve stopped me.
She crawled over me, worked my belt open with quick hands, and freed my aching dick.
“You can’t help yourself, but I can. Remember? ”
My own words from the porch swing, thrown right back at me. Then her mouth closed over my tip, tongue flicking my piercing, and she took me deep in one slow slide and every thought I had left went dark.
I locked my hands in her curls and held on while she sucked me like she’d been thinking about it all day.
Behind her, Wes rose up and gripped her hips, dragging her ass into the air, and I felt her moan around my cock as he filled her in one hard thrust. The sound she made was filthy and perfect.
Every stroke he gave her rocked her forward and pushed me deeper down her throat, and Flynn stretched out beside us, stroking her clit, murmuring to her about how good she was, how perfect, how well she was taking all of us.
I was watching the woman I loved get railed by my brother while she choked on my dick, and instead of the old panic, all I felt was full.
“Switch,” Wes ground out, pulling free of her before he finished too soon, and Daisy released me with a wet pop and hunger in her eyes.
She pushed Wes flat and climbed on top of him, sinking down on his cock with a long moan while he gripped her hips hard enough to leave prints and watched her tits bounce like a man hypnotized.
Flynn knelt at her side and she turned her head, taking him into her mouth without being asked, one hand braced on Wes’s chest and the other wrapped around the base of Flynn’s dick.
“That’s it, baby, ride me.” Wes thrust up into her, setting a deep, rolling pace. “Look at you. So full and still hungry. I’m going to fill this pussy up tonight, Daisy. Every drop. You want that, don’t you?”
She moaned her answer around Flynn, who brushed her hair back from her face so he could watch himself slide past her lips. “So good, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”
And I knelt behind her, slicked my fingers, and pressed one against the tight hole I’d claimed at the cove. She jolted and pushed back against my hand, greedy, and I worked her open slow and thorough while my brothers kept her flying.
I leaned over her back and put my mouth at her ear. “I asked you a question on that beach, Daisy. Where you planned on taking a third cock.” I pressed a second finger in and felt her clench around Wes hard enough to make him swear. “Answer me for real this time.”
She pulled off Flynn, gasping. “There. Right there. Max, please. I want all of you. All three. Now.”
“Good girl.”
I lined myself up and pushed into her ass slow, inch by inch, gritting my teeth at how impossibly tight she was with Wes buried inside her. Beneath us, Wes went still, and Flynn cradled her jaw, and for one long moment the only sounds in the room were the four of us breathing.
She was shaking between us, stretched around both of us, and I felt every tremor move through all three of our bodies like we were one thing.
Six and a half years I’d white-knuckled my life, certain that if I let go of anything, everything would come down.
Buried inside Daisy with my brothers, her heartbeat pounding against my chest through her back, I finally understood what I’d actually been holding myself back from.
It was this. It was her. And it was never going to break me.
“Okay?” Wes brushed her hair off her face.
“Finally,” she breathed, and none of us needed any more permission than that.
We moved. Badly at first, out of sync, Wes thrusting when I did until she squeaked and Flynn started laughing and said “left, no, my left,” and Daisy giggled around him, and then we found it, the same way we’d found everything that summer, all at once and like we’d been doing it for years.
Wes rolled up into her from below, I drove into her ass with long, steady strokes, and Flynn filled her mouth, gentle even now, and Daisy took all three of us like she’d been made for it.
“You feel us, baby?” Wes wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her head back so he could watch her face while he said it. “Both of us at once. So deep. This pussy is ours, Daisy. You’re ours.”
She came apart the first time with a scream that Flynn’s cock turned into a muffled, broken sound, her walls clamping down on Wes, her ass squeezing me so tight my vision sparked white at the edges.
We fucked her through it and straight into the next one, and by the third she was crying and laughing at the same time, tears on her cheeks and her body still begging for more, and I never wanted it to end.
Flynn broke first. He pulled back, stroked himself twice, and came with her name on his lips, painting her lips and chin while she stuck her tongue out for him like a greedy little dream.
Wes lasted three more strokes before he slammed her hips down and held her there, growling as he pumped her full, grinding up into her while she milked him, chanting his name.
And then it was just me. Daisy dropped forward onto Wes’s chest, wrung out and soaked and gorgeous, and looked back at me over her shoulder with heavy eyes.
“Come for me, Max.”
I stopped holding anything back. I gripped her hips and let go of the wheel completely, pounding into her while my brothers held her steady, and when I came it hit me so hard my roar probably carried across the lake, her name breaking apart in my mouth, every last wall I’d built coming down at once and nothing, absolutely nothing, collapsing.
We fell together in a sticky, boneless pile, a tangle of arms and legs with Daisy in the middle where she belonged.
“That’s my kidney,” Wes grunted.
“Then move your kidney,” Flynn said.
Nobody moved.
Daisy lay there between us, chest heaving, covered in all three of us and the last of the whipped cream, and then she said the words we had all been waiting to hear.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
It was the first time she’d said it out loud and I couldn’t wait for her to say it again and again.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Flynn said. “Obviously. Look at me. I’m a wreck.”
“I love you,” Wes said into her hair, steady as ever.
“Same,” I said, and Daisy laughed so hard the whole bed shook.
“Same? Maximillian.”
“I said it earlier. It’s still true. I’m not a poet like these lover boys.”
She burrowed back against my chest and pulled Wes’s arm over her waist and hooked her leg through Flynn’s, arranging us around her like she was building a fort out of men. “So what happens now?”
“Now?” Flynn propped himself up on one elbow, and I could hear the grin in the dark.
“Now we take Betty out and I eat you out on the top deck at sunrise. Wes grills you dinner every night until you beg him to stop, which you won’t, because have you had his ribs?
Max builds you a display case for the new bakery and pretends it only took him an afternoon. ”
“It will only take me an afternoon.”
“We take the kids to the amusement park and I kiss you at the top of the Ferris wheel until Charlie makes gagging sounds. We teach Hank to swim to the sandbar. We make you laugh in every single room of this house and then we start on the boathouse.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“And we take turns making you come until you lose count, every night, forever. That’s what happens now. ”
“Forever,” Daisy repeated, soft, tasting it.
“Forever,” Wes said.
“Forever,” I said, and this time nobody laughed at me.
She fell asleep like that, tucked into the middle of us, holding my hand against her heart like she was afraid I’d go somewhere.
I wasn’t going anywhere. Not ever again.
The End.