Chapter 17
Janey
I’m still trembling, still full of Brookes, when Mason stands and gently lifts me off his brother’s lap. Warmth slips down my thighs as he sets me on my feet, and my legs feel like a newborn foal’s, shaky and uncertain beneath me.
Mason’s eyes are dark, burning with that quiet intensity that always makes my stomach flip. He peels his shirt off in one smooth motion and drops it onto the floor in front of him.
“Strip for us, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Everything off. Then stand right here with your legs apart.”
Heat floods my face, but I obey. My hands shake as I pull the oversized shirt over my head and let it fall.
I’m naked underneath. Brookes’s release is already sliding down the inside of my thigh as I step out of the fabric and stand exactly where Mason wants me, legs parted and completely bare in the soft glow of the living room lamp.
Both men watch me with an intensity that makes every inch of my skin feel awake.
Brookes leans back on the couch, still half-hard, his dark eyes hooded.
Mason sits forward with his elbows on his knees, his gaze locked between my legs.
Another pulse of heat moves through me, and then it happens.
A thick drop of Brookes’s cum slips out of me and lands on Mason’s discarded shirt with an audible, wet sound.
“Fuck,” Mason breathes, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. “Look at that pretty mess.”
Another drop follows, then another. I’m shaking harder now, mortified and unbearably turned on at the same time. My body feels greedy, still needy even after the orgasm I just had. It already knows what it’s like to be loved by both of them and refuses to settle for less.
Mason reaches out and runs two fingers through the mess on my thigh, then looks up at me with dark eyes. “You’re still dripping for us.”
He leans forward and presses a tender, almost worshipful kiss to the small swell of my belly. The gentleness of it makes my eyes sting. Then his fingers move higher and pinch my swollen clit.
I cry out, my strength vanishing.
He catches me easily and pulls me down onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His cock is big and hard, pressing against my soaked entrance. In one smooth thrust, he fills me completely, stretching me open around his girth.
“Oh God,” I moan, my forehead dropping to his shoulder.
Mason groans, his hands gripping my hips. “That’s it, baby. Take every inch.”
He doesn’t let me ride him right away. Instead, he holds me down, fully impaled, and starts a slow, deep grind that hits every sensitive spot inside me.
Brookes moves closer and kneels beside us.
He cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while Mason fucks me with those devastatingly controlled strokes.
“You feel so good,” Mason rasps against my neck. “So fucking perfect. Warm. Wet. Full of my brother’s cum while you take my cock.”
I whimper, overwhelmed by the heat of his words and the fullness of him inside me. Every thrust pushes Brookes’s release deeper, drawing filthy, wet sounds from my body that fill the living room. Brookes’s mouth finds my other nipple, sucking hard as Mason’s pace begins to quicken.
They work me together, one cock deep inside me, two sets of hands moving over my body, two hungry mouths making me feel adored and undone.
I’m shaking, gasping, lost between them.
My second orgasm hits me like a freight train, crashing over me so hard my vision whites out.
I clench around Mason, crying out as pleasure tears through me.
Mason follows with a deep groan, slamming up into me and flooding me with hot pulses of his own release. He holds me down tight, grinding through every wave until we’re both spent and gasping.
For a long time, we pant against each other. I’m boneless between them, my head spinning and my body buzzing. Mason’s arms are wrapped around me, and Brookes’s hand strokes soothingly up and down my back. I feel claimed and cherished, safe in a way I’ve never felt before.
In the quiet afterward, with their warmth surrounding me and their releases slowly leaking out of me, a deep realization settles into my bones.
This feels right.
It isn’t only the pleasure, though God, the pleasure is incredible. It is this. Being in their home. Being surrounded by their strength, patience, and hunger. Knowing they want me, all of me, and the baby growing inside me.
They’re willing to be whatever we need.
Lovers. Protectors. Partners. Fathers.
Despite all the risks, I find myself wondering if I could let them.