30. Brody
THIRTY
I could watch Bree for hours—hell, days. Sleep, eat, laugh, talk… It doesn’t matter what she’s doing. I would be content spending the rest of my life simply watching her. And because she’s mine, I’m able to do just that. Every goddamn day. Sure, I have to go to work, so I can’t watch her all the time, but when I’m not working, I get to be with her. She and Hayden…
I glance at my best friend and girlfriend, who are playing Frisbee on the beach. She cracks up whenever she sends it flying in the wrong direction. Her laughter only getting louder when Hayden attacks her, throwing her gently onto the ground and kissing the hell out of her. If it weren’t so glaringly obvious how bad her aim was, I’d almost think she was doing it on purpose just to get a reaction out of him.
She throws it, and he doesn’t even bother going after it, just waits until it lands nowhere near him and then grabs it before going after her. She shrieks and runs, but his steps eat up the ground, and he catches her quickly.
His laughter is boisterous, and his smile never falters. He’s in love with Bree, just like I am. Some guys are possessive and could never imagine sharing a woman with another man, and honestly, if it were any other man, it wouldn’t be happening. But it’s Hayden… My best friend, brother from another mother, the man I’ve loved for years. When I wasn’t sure how I felt about guys, he offered himself up on a silver platter for two reasons: one, he would do anything for me, and two, he knew I needed to know how it would feel to be with a man…to be with him.
That night, I learned that regardless of Hayden being straight, he’s damn good in bed with either sex, and while it was good, it wasn’t enough.
We moved forward, never looking back, and dated a plethora of women, none of them ever being enough…until Bree. I don’t know if it’s fate or the stars aligning or the best goddamn luck, but when she fell for both of us—and we equally fell for her—it was like everything just came together. I get to be with a woman I’m not only attracted to but thoroughly enjoy being around—a woman I can picture a future with—and have my best friend by my side.
Am I gay or bi or whatever? Eh, not really. I don’t look at men and think about them like that. I love women—more specifically, I love Bree. I love the feel of her tight, warm pussy wrapped around my cock, the silkiness of her womanly creamy skin. I love the way her pouty lips curve against mine, and how soft her body is. And fuck, those twin dimples and her smile. I could spend the rest of my life with her and be content.
But when I was with Hayden, I felt something stir deep inside me. Something that I pushed down because I never thought I could have it while also being with a woman. But then Bree mentioned us being together, and those deep feelings clawed their way to the surface, knowing they would be safe with Bree. Because that’s what she does. She makes me feel safe in loving her.
“You look like you’re lost in your own head,” the woman who occupies my thoughts says, dropping in front of me and attempting to give me a quick kiss. Instead, I grab the back of her head, fisting her wet, sandy hair, and crush my mouth back down on hers. There’s an urgency in the kiss, the need to tell her how I feel about her without words.
I love you.
I need you.
You’re everything I could ever want.
Thank you for wanting my best friend and me.
When we separate, her eyes are glassy with desire, her lips bee stung from how hard I was kissing her, and her cheeks are tinted pink. “What’s going on?” she whispers, sensing my inner turmoil.
I consider saying it’s nothing, but instead, I go with the truth since I told myself I’d never hide anything from her again. Not after what happened with Hayden and his dad’s company wanting her to sell out of her lease.
“I love you,” I admit, praying I don’t scare the hell out of her. “I love you, and I need you, and I feel like you’re exactly what Hayden and I were looking for all these years without even realizing it. I love him so much, and the thought of being without him hurt my heart, but because of you, I get to have you both,” I choke out, throwing it all on the table.
Her eyes widen for a second, then they relax, and the most beautiful smile spreads across her face. “I love you too,” she says softly as Hayden drops next to us, oblivious to the depth that the conversation has taken. “I love you both,” she says, looking at him. “I never thought I would want to find love after losing Pete, but now I can’t imagine not having this feeling inside of me.”
She leans in and kisses Hayden and then me. “A large part of me was buried with my husband, and it feels like you guys have resurrected me.”
Hayden doesn’t say a word. Instead, he lifts her into his arms and starts carrying her back toward the boat. I laugh, following, knowing he sucks at speaking his feelings, and he’s about to fuck her seven ways to Sunday to show her just how much he cares.
The moment we’re back on the yacht, he deposits her onto the bed and takes his clothes off quickly before undressing her. I stand in the doorway watching, my heart so damn full as he climbs on top of her, attacking her mouth and entering her simultaneously.
I watch as he fucks her with abandon, as she takes every thrust like she was made for him. Because she was. She was made for us both.
He, of course, makes sure she comes first, screaming his name hoarsely, and then he roars out his own release, only stopping once they’re both spent.
“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his head so their foreheads are touching. “I love you so much.” He glances back at me. “Brody, get the hell over here,” he demands.
I chuckle under my breath, walking over and joining them on the bed. He pulls out, and I can’t help but get hard at the way his cum mixed with her release slowly seeps out of her pussy.
He notices my face and smirks. “If you want to eat her pussy, just do it.”
I glance at her, waiting to see some sort of disgust on her features, but she just looks at me with desire in her eyes. “Or you could work on my ass some more,” she says, biting her bottom lip. I love that she wants to be with us both, and it’s going to happen as soon as she’s ready.
Hayden slides over, making room for me, and I waste no time situating myself between her legs so I can give her another orgasm. With my tongue in her pussy, my fingers deep in her ass, and my cock as hard as a rock, she comes for a second time.
“Your turn,” she says, spreading her legs. “I want you in me… now.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Tugging my shorts down as fast as possible, I guide myself toward her pussy, but she shakes her head. “No, in my ass.”
I glance at Hayden lying next to her, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders. “You heard her,” he says, “stick your cock in that ass.” He turns her face toward his and captures her mouth.
I grab more lube and coat my shaft, not wanting to hurt her too badly. I know from experience it will hurt no matter what the first time, but I want it to at least be somewhat pleasurable for her. I could go at it from the missionary position, or I could flip her onto her stomach and take her from behind. But as I watch her and Hayden kissing and exploring each other, I pull her legs to the side and slide in behind her. Lifting her leg onto my thigh, I guide myself into her tight ass inch by inch. When I get far enough inside that I know she can feel it, her head falls back against mine, and she lets out a loud moan.
“You okay?” I murmur, kissing her shoulder as I slowly go deeper and deeper inside her.
“It hurts, but it also feels good,” she breathes.
Hayden moves closer, creating a human sandwich with Bree in the middle, and bends his head down, taking one of her breasts into his hand and mouth. He sucks hard on her nipple, effectively distracting her and turning her on. When she moans loudly, I push the rest of the way in, filling her ass to the hilt.
“Holy shit.” She sighs. At the same time, I curse under my breath. She’s too tight, feels too good. This isn’t going to last long at all.
I start to move in and out, trying to be gentle, while Hayden inches downward until his head is even with her pussy.
“No way,” she moans, trying to push his head away. “I already came twice.”
“And you’re about to come again,” he says matter-of-factly, grabbing her hand so she can’t stop him.
And she fucking does, hard and loud, while I fuck her ass until I can’t take it any longer. I quickly pull out, not wanting to come in her ass since we haven’t discussed it. As she throws her head back in orgasmic bliss, ropes of cum jet out all over her skin, some even hitting her luscious tits. And if I hadn’t just come, the sight of her covered in my seed would’ve done it for me.
“Wow.” She sighs, rolling onto her back, looking satiated and spent. “I feel like I’m in one of those pornos I’ve watched to see how this would all work. Except, it’s real life, and the guys I’m with are in love with me.”
“Damn right, we are,” I say, lifting her into my arms. “Let’s get cleaned up. The fireworks are due to start soon.”
“I did good, right?” she says as I carry her to the bathroom. When I lift a brow in confusion, she adds, “My ass. It wasn’t too bad and felt really good after a few minutes. That means I’m ready for both of you.” She waggles her brows, and Hayden and I both bark out a laugh.
“I think we’ve created a sex fiend,” I joke.
“Hey!” She pouts. “I went almost five years without sex. I have a lot to make up for. And I have not one but two sexy guys at my disposal. Can you blame me?”
“Nope, sweetness,” I tell her, kissing her pouty lips. “I can’t. And you’re right. We’re both absolutely at your disposal.”