Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KNOX
“What do you need?”
Heather digs her nails into my chest.
“You. Both of you.” She says in a tone so needy my cock stiffens as I stare at her, the need in my own eyes probably evident.
Her words were a little too generic for my taste. I want her to be specific in expressing her needs to us.
“You have us. What do you need, Tesoro?”
She glances at Carter before focusing her gaze back at me as her cheeks redden deliciously.
“I want you both to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
I grip her chin and run my thumb over her lips as she darts her tongue out and licks my skin.
“Can we trust you to tell us if you’re in pain?”
She nods her head answering my question but then opens her mouth to speak as if remembering my instructions.
“Yes, but I promise it doesn’t hurt like you think it does. It’s a little tender, but I’m okay.”
Moving in front of her, I grab the hem of her shirt on either side while keeping an eye on Carter for his reaction.
“Arms up, Tesoro.”
She lifts her arms nervously while watching my brother.
“I don’t think I could handle being touched, but I’m okay with this. Thinking you were dead helped a little. I trust you. You won’t touch me.”
My brother is right. Consent has always been important to me, but the way she respects his boundaries is fucking beautiful. It’s why he can trust her the way he does. It’s why she’s perfect for us.
I toss her shirt behind me and stare at her in a black, lacy bra. Carter reaches behind her and unfastens it, and I slide it down her arms slowly, revealing her gorgeous tits.
“Fuck.” Carter says, echoing my thoughts.
I run my fingers over the scar on her chest and feel a twinge in my heart knowing full well my brother is responsible for this.
“Surgery?” I ask, and she nods. It has been over a month since that night, and I assume she had the operation that same evening.
“I got an ugly scar to remind me of the worst night of my life.”
The worst night of her life? That says a lot, considering what her family has done to her.
Leaning forward, I place three soft kisses over the mark.
“It’s not ugly, Tesoro. It serves as a reminder that we could’ve lost you but were lucky enough to get another chance. To do, and say, all the things we should have before.”
I kiss her lips softly and admit the truth that has taken me too long to figure out.
“Ti amo, Tesoro.”
In case she doesn’t understand, I repeat it in English.
“I love you, Tesoro.”
A solitary tear slips down her cheek as she presses her hand to my face.
“I love you too, Knox.”
I kiss one side of her neck while Carter kisses the other, causing a sweet little moan to escape from her throat as she moves her hands behind her back.
Carter drags his tongue down to her nipple, and I do the same on the other side.
We both swirl around her pink buds before taking them into our mouths and sucking gently.
Her cries gradually change from whimpers to deep, throaty moans, spurring us on.
The sounds of pleasure coming from her, so beautiful, like the most mesmerizing orchestra.
Moving between her thighs, I press my face to her pussy, covered in her thin cotton shorts, and inhale her sweet scent.
Rubbing my fingers over her clit, I groan with the need to taste her on my tongue.
“You’re drenched for us already, Tesoro. Soaking right through your shorts. Did you miss coming for us?”
Another tear rolls down her cheek. Her voice comes out low and broken.
“I missed everything. I didn’t think I’d ever see either of you again. That was more painful than any beating they inflicted.”
Carter catches her tear on his tongue and places his hands on either side of her face. Turning her head so she’s facing him, he speaks low, trying to calm her.
“Shh, no more tears, Little Heathen. We have you now, and no one will take you from us again.”
I hook my fingers into the sides of her shorts and pull them down, along with her pretty lacy panties, and toss them behind me with her other clothing.
“Is this what you want, Tesoro?”
“Yes,” she cries out, and Carter silences her with a passionate kiss.
I spread her legs and pin them back, admiring the view.
“Such a beautiful pink pussy. Do you want to come on my face, Tesoro?”
She whimpers into Carter's mouth as she attempts to buck her hips but doesn’t get far since I’m holding her down.
“Good girl. Show me how much you want this by drenching my face with your sweet cum.”
I settle in between her thighs, and the scent of her fills me as I push my tongue inside and swirl it around, lapping up her intoxicating flavor.
Carter stops kissing her as he circles his thumb in slow strokes on her nipple.
“Carter,” she whimpers.
“Let me suck your cock.”
Fuck. It’s sexy as hell the way she is begging for him to fuck her mouth as I take her clit between my lips.
“Not yet. This is about you. Take the pleasure we give to you. You will get both of our cocks tonight. As much as you want, needy girl.”
I push two fingers inside her pussy and move them in and out of her slowly while I circle her swollen nub with my tongue.
“Knox. Oh my God, don’t stop.”
She arches her back and shakes slightly as she cries out my name repeatedly. Heather once asked me what my favorite song is, and I didn’t know then, but I do now. She’s my favorite song. My favorite work of art. My favorite—everything.
“Carter, our girl is ready for you.”