Chapter 1
CHAPTER
ONE
Jude
Four years later
Both of my brothers are on the couch when I walk into the house. Perfect.
“She downloaded a new book today,” I say, dropping the extra copies I bought for them on the coffee table.
Weston immediately perks up, sitting up from where he was sprawled across the cushions and grabs for the latest dark romance book our girl has been enjoying. Before I even sit down, he’s cracking the spine like a psychopath and turning to the first page.
“The trigger warnings are like a page and a half long on this one,” Ezra notes, thumbing through the pages a whole lot more civilized and scanning through the warning the author put in the beginning of the book.
I nod as I pick up my own copy and throw myself down into the chair. “She’s been liking the darker stuff lately.”
Weston smiles, looking over the top of his book. “Like the kidnapping one. That one was intense,” he laughs, shaking his head. It was a lot, even for what our girl enjoys, but damn. I can’t lie, it was hard to put down and I never saw the ending coming.
“My favorite was still when he was her stalker.” I liked the one she just finished, but it was too much suffering for the girl. She must have agreed too, because it didn’t get her nearly as hot and bothered as some of the other ones she’s read.
Ezra scoffs. “I hated the guy in that one though,” he argues, but I’m already waving him off.
“Not the one where he was a dipshit, the one where he was her boss.”
Both of my brothers sigh in their realizations. “When he liked to watch her in her sleep,” West adds, a smile growing on his face. “I love watching Berlyn sleep.”
A thrill races down my spine as the thought of her sleeping face fills my mind. Her body curled up in the blankets, or even better when she gets hot and throws them off of her and we can see her gorgeous curves in the tight tops and short shorts she prefers to sleep in.
My dick stirs behind my jeans and I have to readjust myself. Ezra’s eyes track the movement with a smirk playing on his lips. He glances down at his watch and the smirk transforms into a smile. “She should be getting home right about now.”
I take out my phone and pull up the surveillance of her apartment and Ezra is already turning on the television. I screen share my feed for us all to watch while I flip through the different camera angles in her apartment until I find her in her room.
“Oh,” West exclaims, drawing my eyes briefly away from where Berlyn is dropping her bag on the desk next to her bed. “Has she started?” he asks over the book.
I shrug, unsure. She hadn’t when I left her, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t start reading it on her Kindle somewhere along the way.
His shit eating grin can only mean one thing. It gets good fast.
I drop my phone to the coffee table and reach for my tablet to pull up the Kindle app where I’m signed into her account. It only takes a few clicks to find the new book and realize she has yet to open it. I shake my head. “She hasn’t started yet.”
West’s eyes turn back to the screen where Berlyn is changing into more comfortable clothes.
My mouth goes dry as she unclips her bra and drops it into her hamper, putting her soft skin and full tits on display for us.
My brothers are as speechless as I am, entranced by her every move even when she grabs a sweatshirt and pulls it on, cutting off our view.
West swallows thickly and with a quick glance I can see the thick outline of his rapidly hardening cock in his gray sweatpants as he looks back and forth between the screen and the book still in his hands. The same book Berlyn is likely to start right now on the Kindle she’s grabbing from her bag.
“She’s losing her panties in five minutes,” Ezra bets, his eyes scanning over the pages of the book to catch up on what West saw.
West hums his agreement as he turns the page and I’m quick to pick up my copy to see how they are so certain.
It doesn’t take long to figure it out. The first chapter starts with a man watching a girl sleeping in her bed, rummaging through her drawers, and stealing pieces of her lingerie for himself.
Berlyn lays in her own bed, her Kindle in hand as her eyes scan over the same text I just read. She sits up straighter and her lips part, a rosy hue building in her face as she reads about the way the man begins to touch the sleeping girl.
Ezra was right. There’s no way she doesn’t get off to this.
All three of us go between reading the chapter and watching her reactions as she reads the same one.
It’s impossible to not envision Berlyn as the sleeping girl, trailing my fingers down the soft skin of her inner thighs, pulling those silky sleep shorts she likes off her long legs, pushing her underwear to the side to find what I really want.
To find her already wet as I run my fingers through her slit and wonder what she could possibly be dreaming about to be so ready for us.
A growl builds in my chest at the thought of her dreaming about anyone but the three of us touching her the way that we want to. The way she deserves to be touched and worshiped the exact way she likes. That she fantasizes about so often.
Berlyn’s free hand slides under her sweatshirt and she brushes over her nipples as she continues to grip her Kindle.
“Fuck,” West sighs and grips himself through his sweatpants. My own cock pulses and aches behind my restrictive jeans. None of us will last any longer than Berlyn with how quickly this is progressing.
It’s not only her favorite fantasy. It’s all of ours too.
Maybe because we’ve always known how much she likes it, or it gets her wetter than any of the other shit she reads, how she can never not touch herself when she comes to a somnophilia scene. Or maybe it’s because it’s the one reward we’ve allowed ourselves all these years.
It’s been nearly four years since we decided to make Berlyn ours.
Since we changed all of the plans we had spent years perfecting.
A clean slate had been the basis of it all.
Move away and move up in the world. We didn’t need much.
Each other. A home–something we’d never truly had.
Just enough power and success to be left alone.
To be free of the people who saw us only as the three outcast orphans to be shoved down and stepped on every chance they could. That was all.
Berlyn changed everything.
She never could have imagined what that one small moment would bring her way. We didn’t either. Not at first. But it didn’t take long for us to realize she deserved far more than the simple life we had always thought would be enough for the three of us.
Slowly our plans shifted, everything with the intention of building the perfect home and life to bring her into. We needed to hold back until we were ready. Until we made connections, saved our money, and stole power for ourselves.
Ezra was the one who took charge in getting us to the place where we are now.
He’s always been the smart one of the three of us.
Smarter than I really understand. He’s the type of smart where school always came naturally to him.
Where setting up surveillance on a person was as easy as his calculus homework, which was something he could do practically in his sleep.
He made the things that seemed impossible for me look as easy as breathing.
It only made sense for him to be the one to pursue a college education and get the degree.
We all had our roles. I’ve never been as smart as him, but if there’s one thing I do know, it’s how shit works. I’ve never met anything I didn’t like to take apart and put back together. Surprisingly helpful when we were building our own security system for Berlyn.
West’s deep groan draws me out of my thoughts and I refocus on the screen in front of me. He was right. Not even five minutes into this book and Berlyn is shimmying out of her panties, her Kindle in one hand while her free hand trails over the smooth skin of her belly before dipping lower.
“Do we have this on audio?” I ask, tossing my book down. I don’t want to miss a moment of what our girl is doing.
“Already on it,” Ezra answers just before the audio version of the book comes through our speakers. A deep masculine voice fills the silence that overcomes our group as he describes the sleeping female main character. The way she sighs in her sleep and leans into his hand as he cups her cheek.
A very feminine and familiar moan mixes with the narrator and West’s smirk tells me everything I need to know. Berlyn’s teeth sink into her lower lip as her fingers slide over her clit and another soft moan makes my blood heat and heart race.
The narrator continues his descent on the female character’s body. His fingers trailing down her skin, describing the sweet smell of her shampoo mixing with the heady scent of her arousal, until his fingers find her center.
Berlyn follows the words almost as if it were an instruction manual rather than a smutty novel. All of our gazes are locked on her as she circles her clit with her fingers, memorizing the ways she makes herself feel good.
A deeper but equally familiar moan mixes with Berlyn’s small pants as her fingers dip lower to find her center as she begins to finger herself. She balances her kindle in one hand, lifting it as her back bows as she fucks herself with those delicate fingers of hers.
West’s breathing deepens as his fist pumps around his cock to the same rhythm Berlyn sets for herself.
Fuck.
I lick my lips, imagining her taste on my tongue as I watch her arousal drip down her fingers and thighs.
My hand slips below my own waistband and I grip my cock.
It’s so easy to imagine her fingers being the ones wrapped around me.
Her breathy moans warming my neck before her teeth sink into my skin as she fights to contain her voice.
Oh, fuck.
I free my cock and chase the high the same way both my brothers are currently doing, the same way our girl is doing in front of us. Putting a show on for us. Only ever for us.
Berlyn knows what she likes, always coming back to lather attention on her clit. Her fingers draw tight circles over the little bud and her back arches off her bed, her thighs tense, as she begins to cry out.
It won’t be long now before it will be me and my brothers making her scream for us and she won’t have to choose between attention on her clit or feeling one of us deep inside of her.
My hand tightens over my hardened length as I imagine her taking all three of us together.
Her pretty plush lips wrapped around Ezra as West fucks her slow and deep and I tease her sensitive clit with my tongue until I’m drowning in her arousal.
She’ll never have to choose between what she wants ever again.
We will tear the world apart to give her everything she could even think to desire.
It only takes a few more strokes for me to find my own release, imagining her pretty hazel eyes sparkling up at me, filled with desire. Fuck.
“I need her,” West whispers in a rush, still panting from his own climax.
Ezra grunts an acknowledgement, finding a dish towel to clean himself up before tossing one to West. My dick twitches in my hand, my come coating my hand and t-shirt, but I can’t bring myself to care.
To follow suit and clean myself up. Not when Berlyn is still on the screen, sighing as she rolls over, showing us her full ass.
Not when there’s a chance I’ll be able to see those curves spilling out of her sleep shorts in only a few short hours from now.
My view is cut off when West steps between me and the screen, a now wet towel in his hand as he begins to clean my come off my hand.
He only smirks when I arch a brow at him, but even that view is cut off when he pulls my soiled shirt off over my head and tosses it towards the laundry room off the living room.
The warm towel strokes over my stomach and my dick twitches as West touches everywhere but my dick. I groan, “If you keep that up, I’m only going to get hard all over again.”
His grin turns feral in a way I can only interpret as an invitation, but before I can do anything, a pillow is bouncing off the side of my head.
“What the fuck?” I demand, glaring at Ezra.
“Knock it off,” he scolds. “We have things to discuss.”
West nods, losing the feral edge to his smile as he finishes cleaning up the mess I made and tucks my dick back into my pants before giving his full attention back to our brother.
I’d grumble about it, but Ezra’s next words stop me in my tracks.
“It’s time we make Berlyn ours.”