Chapter 35 #2
With Dennis out of the picture, I got my mom’s inheritance without any issues. It’s still sitting there, untouched. I’m considering donating it all to the Herren Project, a nonprofit that supports victims of addiction and substance abuse. I want the money to help someone.
I smile when we pull into the driveway and come to a stop. While there’s still little piles of snow around, most of it has melted, revealing emerald undergrowth—moss and ferns—and bluish-green spruce pines.
I watch as Sebastian and Brantley gather our belongings. B is holding a bag of groceries to his chest protectively.
“When did you even have time to buy that?” Seb asks, shooting him an annoyed glance while he pulls out my bag. “I told you not to bring that garbage. I want us to have some real home-cooked meals.”
“Having Lucky Charms and ketchup chips on hand is hardly going to negate your gourmet cooking, grumpy bear.”
Seb gives B a hard look, but I see the softness in his eyes. “Fine, but eating in the living room only. I don’t want crumbs in the bed. And no snacking too close to dinner.”
“Yes, Daddy,” B snarks, batting his eyes at him like a brat.
Seb glares, and I snicker, which earns me a glare as well.
“What? I didn’t bring the junk food,” I say innocently.
“No, but you encouraged it. And now I know why you were distracting me in the office this morning,” he says, giving me a pointed look.
Brantley glances at me in surprise, and I give him a wink. The quick blowie I gave Seb was the first time I’ve really been intimate with either of them, other than kissing and cuddling. But today finally felt different—and my body is screaming for an orgasm, stat.
We bring in our stuff, and I start putting a few things away when I notice Seb standing on the deck, staring out at the creek. I walk outside and slide my arms around his waist with a content sigh.
“Are you okay?” I ask, placing my cheek against the back of his shoulder.
Seb glances back at me with a faint smile. “Yes.”
I take a deep breath. “I think I want to go see the barn.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I think it’ll help.”
And that’s how we wind up walking the path through the woods to the familiar clearing. The barn was a completely lost cause. All that’s left is blackened wreckage, unidentifiable except for the shell of what was the tractor.
They never found any evidence of Dennis in the aftermath.
I guess the fire burned so hot there was nothing left of him.
I feel no empathy for the man who’s been my tormentor since I was a girl.
He still haunts my dreams, and I hate him viscerally for it.
But I’ve been talking about the experiences with my therapist, and it’s helped tremendously.
Lincoln’s guys covered up Nedry’s death nicely too. He’s just a missing person now, and no one is around to care that he’s gone.
As I pick through the rubble, something catches my eye, and I lift a charred chunk of wood to reveal my mom’s bracelet. I pick it up and wipe the dirt from it.
“It must be white gold if it survived the fire,” Seb murmurs from behind me.
I turn and find him and B watching me closely. “What do you mean?”
“Other metals probably would have been damaged or destroyed, but gold has a pretty high melting point.”
B shoves him playfully. “How the hell do you know everything?”
“I’m really smart.” Seb shoves him back. “And Marcus and I had to learn stuff like that when we added insurance to the pub.”
“Oh,” I say quietly, looking back down at the white and blue stones. The chain is still broken, so I slide it into my pocket. Something in my heart clicks, like I finally feel the closure I never got when my mom died. I look around a little more, but when the sky starts to darken, we head back.
B brings some logs into the cabin, and we light a fire and settle in for the night. I sit on the couch, curling my legs beneath my body and thumb through the next book in the Shannara series. I feel a gentle hand on my neck, and when I look back, B gives me a soft kiss.
My body responds to the connection instantly, and I turn around and lean over the back of the couch, deepening the kiss until it’s passionate and sloppy, and when B pulls away with a startled expression, I’m breathless.
“Fuck, B. I need you. Both of you. Right now.”
Seb looks at us from the kitchen and pauses when he sees my expression. “What?” he asks, his eyes narrowing. He points a spatula at Brantley. “Why do you look so excited?”
I take B’s hand and shoot Seb a wicked smile, pointing toward the loft with a cant of my head.
“Oh,” he says, understanding dawning, and for a minute anxiety flickers over his features. But he follows us up.
I don’t waste any time once we reach the bed. I push B down and he lands with a loud “Oof.” I climb his body with purpose, pulling off my clothing until I’m straddling him in nothing but a pair of panties.
“Fuck, Fi,” he groans, and he’s already rock hard through his jeans, the ridge of his cock digging against my soaking-wet pussy. He reaches up and pinches one of my nipples, and I moan and lower my face to his in a blistering kiss.
I pull away and yank off B’s shirt. Then, I pop the button on his pants and pull them off. Before I can go farther though, Brantley stops me with a gentle hand on my wrist. He looks over my shoulder.
“C’mere, Bastian. No way you’re getting out of this one.”
I turn and look at Seb. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, watching us with lust-laden eyes, one hand in his pants while he slowly strokes himself. I nod. “Everyone is getting fucked tonight.” Seb raises an eyebrow and licks his lips. “Strip, Seb,” I command.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
B sits up beside me and shimmies off his boxers, and I reach over, giving his cock several firm pulls while we watch the way Seb’s muscles ripple with every movement. The man is a work of art.
B’s eyes roll back, and he whimpers while I play.
When Seb steps closer, I reach out eagerly, stroking him with my other hand.
Jacking off two guys together isn’t really something I ever thought I’d be doing.
As much as I pretended to envy Charlie for her throuple, I didn’t think I was built for this kind of relationship.
But somehow, we all work, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Brantley lies back, and I pause my ministrations when he pulls me down beside him so I land on my back.
Seb yanks me to the edge of the bed, and I yelp in surprise, looking down as he starts to kiss and lick his way up the insides of my thighs.
B’s hand trails along my stomach, and he leans down, licking my curves as if he can’t get enough.
Seb’s breath is hot against my damp panties, and when he shoves them to the side, he takes my clit into his mouth. I arch my back as pleasure radiates down my legs and up my spine. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
B takes one of my nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking, and I start to feel overwhelmed in the best way, my nerves on fire as an orgasm builds in my stomach.
I tense when Seb’s finger circles my hole and thrusts inside. “Uhhh…fuuuck.”
Whatever else comes out of my mouth is nonsense when the orgasm breaks and rolls through my body with surprising force. Seb continues to suck me through it, and when I go limp, he climbs up my body and leans across me, kissing B sloppily.
“Mmm, fuck, I can taste her,” B mumbles into Seb’s lips, and the sight already has my libido wanting more. I pull off my panties and circle my clit with my fingers as I watch the guys’s full lips moving against each other, tongues licking and teeth biting aggressively.
“Touch each other,” I moan. Then I scoot up to the headboard so I can watch the show.
Seb pulls away from B and gives me a dirty smirk just as B spits into his own hand.
Then he fists Seb’s cock. Seb leans back on his knees while B runs his thumb over the head of his swollen dick, swiping precum onto his finger.
B brings it to his lips, sucking it off while Seb watches him with stuttered breaths.
I spread my legs wide as I touch myself, pleasure tickling my pussy in short bursts. Watching them together is so fucking erotic.
Seb reaches for B, and they both stand on their knees, their lips locking again. B lets out a needy whine when Seb grabs their cocks, fists them together, and starts rutting his hips. B thrusts into Seb’s grip, keeping his rhythm. They’re panting and moaning, and it’s so fucking filthy.
“Shit, okay, you guys have to stop,” I pant, pulling my finger from my dripping cunt.
B glances at me as he releases Seb, a bead of sweat dripping from his hairline and down his cheek. Seb shoots me a glare. “Is edging your game tonight, baby, because I’m happy to return the favor.”
I snicker and shake my head. “We need to fuck. Fuck me, Seb. Now.”
Seb’s blue eyes darken, and he pushes a flop of damp, dark hair from his forehead. I lean back against the headboard and spread my legs wide as he crawls between them, his cock hot and heavy against my clit.
I moan at the thrill of pleasure at the skin-on-skin contact and lock eyes with B. He seems to understand what to do immediately. He jumps from the bed before returning with a bottle of lube, clicking it open.
“What are you doing, Stitch?” Seb starts to turn, but I yank his face back and pull his lips to mine. When B dribbles the lube into his ass crack, Seb jumps with a muffled yelp.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
I smile against his lips and spear my tongue into his mouth.
B leans over Seb’s back, putting his mouth to Seb’s ear. “Relax, baby, and fuck our girl.”
Seb growls and pulls back, thrusting into my aching pussy up to the hilt, our pelvises slapping together.
He’s so deep, I see stars. I mewl and whine and whimper beneath him while he pulls in and out of me with deep, measured, yet punishing strokes.
I throw one arm around his neck, my nails digging into the back of his skull as he rails me.
But with his next thrust, he stills. A loud moan leaves his lips, and at first I think he’s coming, but when I look over Seb’s shoulder, I realize that B is entering his ass inch by inch. When he’s fully seated, he pulls out and pushes in again. Seb shudders and groans even louder.
“You’re doing so well, Bastian,” B mumbles, caressing his ass cheek before giving it a smack. “Look how well you take my cock.”
“Oh my fuck,” Seb moans. “I’m so fucking full.
“This is so hot,” I pant.
This time, when B pulls out, Seb moves too. We get into a rhythm quickly, and the force of B fucking Seb’s ass just seems to push him deeper into me with each pump until an orgasm mounts with savage strength, whiting out my vision and skimming over every raw nerve in my body.
“Fuck!” I cry as I come.
The guys aren’t far behind. Seb roars his release, his arms wrapping around me, his fingers digging into my back as he holds his cock deep in my body. B grunts loudly and folds his body over Seb’s, burying his face in Seb’s back as he rides out his release.
Seb collapses between my legs, his spent form going limp, and B lies on top of him, panting as he holds himself up on shaky arms. In our post-orgasm glow, we somehow manage to disentangle our tired limbs and crawl under the covers.
“That was…” Seb starts. B looks over at him affectionately. “I never thought I’d be able to do anything like that, let alone have it feel that good.”
I snuggle between them and bite my lip. “I know I’m not very good at expressing my feelings,” I start.
“Sometimes, I’m a little broken in that department.
But I love you. Both of you. So much. I hope you know that.
And at the risk of sounding super cheesy, I promise I’ll show you. Whatever it takes.”
Seb kisses the side of my head and looks at B while they both laugh.
“What?” I ask, glancing between them.
“Nerd,” Seb says with a smirk, and I raise a questioning eyebrow.
“You totally stole that line from Avengers: Endgame.” B lowers his voice in his best Chris Evans impression. “‘This is the fight of our lives. Whatever it takes.’”
Seb starts humming the theme music from The Avengers
I roll my eyes. “Jeez, way to kill the mood. You guys are literally the worst.”
But even though I say it, I know it’s a lie.
These guys are everything, and I’ve never felt so fucking grateful that despite my flaws, they love someone like me.