Chapter 23 Iris
iris
Beau fumbled with the stupid hotel key as Nash and I kissed him, letting our hands wander, making it hard for him to concentrate on what he was doing. He groaned as I stroked him through his jeans, his forehead hitting the door loudly.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“You better open the door before someone notices us,” Nash said, smacking Beau's ass.
He whimpered, finally getting the door open and we pushed in, with a mess of urgency.
“Nash, shower quickly like your life depends on it,” I snapped, pulling Beau in for a kiss.
“Fuck a shower,” he growled, and pulled Beau away from me.
“You’re filthy,” I snapped, undoing his chaps.
“We are all a little dusty,” Nash groaned, as I rubbed his cock over his jeans teasingly.
“God, I wish you would fuck me in the chaps,” Beau moaned, as Nash continued to kiss him.
Imagining Nash fucking either of us in chaps was a wet dream come true.
“Got any clean ones?” I asked, unbuttoning his jeans.
“No,” Nash panted, taking off Beau’s shirt. “When we get home it will be the first thing we do, fuck you both until you can’t walk while I’m wearing my chaps.”
“Fuck yes,” I said, pushing down Nash’s pants as Beau took off his shirt.
Once Nash was naked, I pushed him towards the shower. “Hurry.”
“Come on, Iris, I need you to sit on my face.” Beau picked me up and I squealed.
Nash glared at us, naked, his cock looking painfully hard.
Beau threw me on the bed, quickly taking off my boots, kissing my leg to the edge of my shorts. He made quick work of getting me out of my clothes and lifting me over his face, towards his cock and the bathroom. He pulled me down, licking me once, making me jolt with pleasure.
“Fuck, Beau, that mouth,” I moaned, palming my breast.
He sucked on my clit gently then with more firmness, sucking as I moaned loudly. My body buzzed with pleasure. Beau’s hand went up my body, grabbing my other breast, pinching my nipple.
“Fuck,” I said, falling forward grabbing his cock wanting him to suffer the same pleasure as I was.
I licked the precum off his slit, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it. He moaned into my pussy, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
I looked up at Nash, stroking himself at the door of the bathroom. He walked up to me, holding his cock close to my lips. I stroked Beau as I took Nash in my mouth slowly, sucking him in as far as he could go, looking up at him as I did it.
“So, fucking beautiful,” he said, stroking my cheek reverently.
My chest tightened from his words, but I pushed down the emotion he elicited. I popped off his cock as he leaned down taking Beau’s cock in his mouth, moaning as I worked Beau together with his mouth and my hand.
Beau slapped my ass, sucking my clit in tandem with fucking me with his fingers reaching that sensitive spot that had me forgetting what I was doing for a moment.
“Holy shit,” I panted, my body lighting up with that familiar tingle of my orgasm.
“Don’t come yet,” Nash commanded, as I laid my forehead on Beau’s hip.
I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper as anticipation heightened my pleasure.
“S-Stop, Beau, I’m gonna come,” I pleaded, feeling the rush when his fingers disappeared from my pussy and I felt Nash’s cock at my entrance. “Oh fuck!”
Nash thrusted into me and I screamed. Beau continued sucking and licking my clit as Nash fucked me with long deep strokes.
My orgasm slammed into me with no warning, sending me into bliss that I never wanted to leave.
Wave after wave assaulted my body as they continued to draw out every drop of pleasure from me.
“Damn, Iris, that was sexy and such a good view,” Beau said, kissing my thigh as Nash pulled out of me.
I hummed, still unable to form words.
“Stay right there, Iris, and help me get Beau ready,” Nash said, grabbing something from his bag.
“Let me move, this can’t be comfort—”
“He said stay.” Beau slapped my ass, rubbing it afterwards.
Nash pushed one of Beau’s legs up and I perked up wondering what was happening. The idea of watching them together had me imagining an array of dirty things. I grabbed Beau’s cock, lazily stroking him as I pushed myself up to get a better look.
“Fuck,” Beau whispered, as Nash rubbed lube around Beau’s hole.
“It’s been a while since—”
Nash immediately stopped what he was doing and I got off Beau.
“What happened?” Beau looked alarmed.
“We don’t have to have penetrative sex,” Nash leaned over Beau. “Or if you want, you can fuck—”
“Whoa, I just wanted to let you know it's been a while since I've had sex with a man,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I want you in me.”
Beau pulled Nash in for a kiss, my chest tightening again at the tender moment. They looked so good together as they fought for control of the kiss. Beau grabbed my hand like he needed to be grounded and pulled me closer.
“Fuck me, Nash,” he said, against his lips.
Nash nodded, kissing down his neck and chest back down to his cock, taking him in mouth.
“Yes,” Beau said, putting his hand through his hair and tugging at my neck. “Kiss me.”
His pleading voice was hard to say no to, so I kissed him hard, swallowing each whimper and moan like they were mine to keep.
“I’m ready,” Beau panted against my lips.
I kissed his cheek, down his neck, biting his earlobe and down to his chest, glancing at Nash who was slipping another condom on.
“Let me know if we need to stop at any moment,” Nash said, lining himself up.
“Just fuck me already,” Beau snapped.
“So impatient,” I said, sucking on his nipple.
Beau whimpered as I sucked and gently bit him. I trailed my hand down his abs, admiring all the bumps along the way until I reached his cock, stroking slowly to get him hard again.
“Yes, please,” he mewled, rolling his hips up.
“You feel so good,” Nash said, watching himself disappear into Beau.
My pussy grew wet from their erotic sounds and slid my hand down to my clit, needing a little relief.
“Are you getting turned on again?” Nash asked, watching me rub myself.
“How could I not?” I whimpered.
Nash grabbed me, pulling me over Beau’s lap. “Fuck him, while I fuck him,” he said kissing my shoulder as I heard that familiar sound of a condom.
Nash held Beau’s cock as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock.
“I’m going to fucking come too soon,” Beau said through gritted teeth.
“Be good and let Iris come first,” Nash said, handing Beau something.
I laid my hands on Beau rolling my hips slowly feeling the pleasure radiate with each roll of my hips. A faint buzzing had me looking at Beau’s hand when he pushed a silver vibrator to my clit. I moaned when it made contact, my hips losing their rhythm.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he moved the vibrator slowly in circles.
“Come on, baby girl, come on my cock,” he grunted, as I fucked him a little faster, chasing my orgasms.
Nash kissed my shoulder as I felt his thrusts into Beau. “That ass looks so good, Petal,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of my ass.
“Yes.” I panted as Beau increased the vibration. “Oh shit!”
I moaned as my body exploded with pleasure.
Beau shouted, his release holding onto my hips tightly as Nash groaned saying something filthy.
I rode out my orgasm feeling like I was floating and when I could finally hear, it was the sound of our breaths.
I leaned on Beau’s chest feeling more content than I had in years, maybe ever.
Nash kissed the middle of my back murmuring praise at us as he cleaned us up. It was still midday, but my eyes felt heavy as a contentedness settled in me. I had never experienced such peace in my life, and I wondered if maybe all I had needed was them.
“Hello?” I answered my phone.
“Mrs. Yarbrough? It’s Silvia.”
It was still jarring when someone called me by my married name since only a few people knew it.
“Hey Silvia,” I said, sitting down in the living room as Nash peeked his head in.
“So, I finally can get you that information you wanted and it turns out that you’re the sole owner of the land,” she said.
“Excuse me? How is that possible?” I was confused.
“Well, it was actually never part of the farm and I’m assuming your parents put your name as the owner of the land,” Silvia said, still leaving me confused.
“It was smart not to include it in the farm and it’s a lot more valuable than you’d expect.
They could have sold it to save the farm, but I guess we will never know why they kept it. ”
“How am I the owner and not my brothers?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I could go back through ownership, but I’m taking an educated guess that your parents gave it to you for some reason,” Silvia said. “Either way, it’s all yours.”
“Can you email me all these documents?,” I asked, feeling a little woozy from the information.
“Yes, if you plan—”
“Oh, did you also find the other documents I asked for?” I asked, interrupting as Nash sat down with me.
“Yes, I don’t know how we didn’t get those two signatures,” she said, as another person spoke to her. “Ok I have to go, I’ll send everything.”
She hung up before I could say goodbye.
“You, ok?” Nash grabbed my hand.
“Yeah, Silvia just let me know that piece of land was mine,” I said, putting down my phone. “And we found the two documents I didn’t sign.”
“Why do you look like something just went wrong?” He grabbed my other hand.
“I just don’t get why they didn’t sell that land to save the farm. Why did we struggle for years?” I squeezed his hands, getting angry. “What games were they playing? Why did they make things harder for us?”
“I don’t know why our parents do half the stuff they do,” he said solemnly. “I wish I knew the answer to a lot of shit my parents did, but maybe it’s best we don’t know.”
“I want to know why they thought it was ok to make me suffer?” I pulled my hands out of his grasp looking away from him. “Why did they think it was ok to pit my brothers against each other and me? They ruined us for what?”
I stood up, knocking down my chair.
“Their stupid ideals. God, Nash. They used to say such mean things about Luke and Theo. Especially Theo, saying he was broken and that…maybe he wasn’t their child,” I gasped as memories of their hatred assaulted me.
“They hated Jude, choosing Theo over him, even though they should have protected Theo. Why couldn’t they love all of us?
Why did their love have to be conditional and transactional? ”
My chest hurt, as I gasped for air, feeling like I couldn’t take a deep breath.
“Hey, I got you,” Nash said, cupping my face in his hands as my lips trembled. “I don’t know why parents are the way they are or why they leave us with these emotional scars, but you are not alone anymore.”
“They took so much away from me for so many years,” I said, my vision blurring.
“Then don’t let them take anymore, Petal,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
The wall I had carefully constructed had broken as I let go.
Nash picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us through my home.
He sat down on the edge of the bed as I held onto him tighter, crying into his neck.
I cried for the childhood I had lost, for the relationships I hadn’t had with my brothers, and for the years I lost due to misplaced hatred.
Nash rubbed my back as I let years of pent-up emotions go. The bed dipped sometime later, and two warm bodies surrounded me. Beau’s familiar scent calmed me as he kissed my shoulders offering me his quiet strength.
I turned around, needing to see him and I threw my arms around him.
He whispered that I was strong and brave and that I was doing the best that I could, saying this was a chance to start forgiving myself and move on.
I fell asleep in between them, feeling more emotionally drained than I had ever felt before, but with them by my side, tomorrow didn’t feel so daunting.
I had to let go of my family’s farm to move on.
It was toxic, with too many bad memories.
I had just gotten my brothers back, made a life I was proud of in Sterling Ridge, and maybe these two men would like to be my new family.