22. Wren
WREN
I slide my fingers into his beard and look into his beautiful eyes. “I told you I’m done being careful.”
As he kisses me, he strokes his fingers through my slick folds, then to my clit, brushing it over and over with the blunt tip of his finger until my hips are arching into him and I’m panting into his mouth.
Hands grasp my ankles and spread my legs wider, then rough hands slide up my thighs. Rhett pulls his hand away, and my body jolts as a wet tongue swipes over my center.
Boone’s head is between my legs, but Cade’s is right there, too, and oh my god, they start taking turns between my legs, licking, kissing, and sucking, until I’m writhing on the bed, grabbing the quilt in one hand and Rhett in the other.
Pleasure races through me like lightning as the two men tease my pussy like they’ve been trained in exactly how to make me come. And in no time flat, I do.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
Rhett drags his teeth over one of my nipples, as a thick finger presses inside me and a tongue strokes over my clit at a frantic pace.
“Oh god, I’m going to come!”
The three of them keep at it as my body seizes, then throbs, blissful sensations radiating out from somewhere deep.
Cade or Boone presses a second finger inside me, or with the way they have me stretched, maybe they’re both in there. Whatever they’re doing, it feels amazing, and all I can do is surrender to it as my world turns dark with shooting stars.
When I come back to myself, three identical faces are watching me.
“Damn, Wren,” Boone says like a tease, right before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and lets it go with a pop. “That looked intense.”
All I can do is smile up at them for several seconds.
“And we’re just getting started,” Rhett says. “I want you to do that again.”
I’m about to tell him that my body doesn’t work that way when he crawls between my legs and steals my words by pushing his tongue up inside me.
I squeal and thrash, an arm over my face, as if that can save me from overload.
Rhett grips my hips like a vise, keeping me almost still as he flutters his tongue inside me, then presses one finger, then another, then curls them both and rubs a wildly responsive spot that he finds like he’s studied the map for days.
“Oh, shit! Oh my god!”
I think I hear Boone chuckle fondly, but I’m nearly too far gone to know for sure, and then I’m racing up and over another peak, my body clamping down on Rhett’s fingers, sounds coming out of my mouth I seem to have no control over.
I’d pictured what this might be like, but I never expected to feel so much pleasure so fast, and as Rhett said, we’re just getting started.
Together, they take me over the top for a third time, and then Rhett and Cade lie beside me and stroke my body while I try to recover.
Boone appears with a glass of water, and when I can sit up, I gulp it down like it’s the first thing I’ve had to drink all day.
Rhett tangles a lock of my hair in his fist. “You doing okay, Red?”
“Red?” He’s never called me that before.
“I love your hair.” There’s a wicked glint in his eye as he gives it a gentle tug. “It gives me ideas.”
He slides one of his legs over mine and uses his foot to spread my legs apart. “You want us to wear condoms?”
My eyes flare as my gaze goes straight to his erection, then Boone’s and Cade’s. “I’m protected, and I’m clean.”
“We are, too.”
With that settled, he gets right down to showing me one of his ideas. He lifts me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed and licks me again from behind, even though I’ve never been more lubricated.
While Cade and Boone watch, Rhett gets on his knees behind me and gathers most of my hair in his hand.
He keeps hold of it as he lines up the head of his cock at my entrance, then pushes in, slowly, steadily, and thoroughly.
He presses in until his hips meet my ass, and my eyes squeeze shut from the fullness.
He rests there a moment, letting me adjust, probably feeling my walls clenching around him.
When he slides back, I can feel the flared head of his cock dragging on my walls, and the friction is delicious.
I immediately want more, and he gives it to me.
His next pump in is faster, then faster again, and harder, pushing me forward on the bed until I brace my hands and find the leverage to push back.
“You good, Red?”
I throw the man a desperate thumbs-up as he knocks the air out of me, and oh my god, sex has never felt so good. My hair is still in his grip, and he pulls only enough to tip my head back and remind me he’s there—as if I could ever forget.
“That’s a good girl. Take my cock,” Rhett mutters.
Cade moves in to kiss me, like he can’t resist, though it’s nearly impossible to keep my lips on his when his brother is fucking me so good and hard.
Cade shifts his attention to my breasts, taking hold of them as they sway, pinching and twisting, and flicking his thumb over my nipples until I’m crying out with every thrust.
I come again, and Rhett keeps fucking me right through it, until finally, he bends over my back, wraps a hand around my middle, gives a couple of even deeper thrusts, then stiffens, and starts to let loose inside me.
I feel everything. The heat of him, the way his cock throbs deep inside me, the way he empties himself with a grunt that’s primal. His hot cum filling me.
He stays inside me for at least a minute, like he doesn’t want me to spill a drop of what he gave me. His heart beats against my back, and his hand squeezes the handful of breast he claimed while he was coming.
He presses to my shoulder before he withdraws. “Thought I’d take it easy on you this first time.”
Boone, who can see my look of alarm at that comment, laughs, then Rhett chuckles, too. Even Cade grins.
I roll onto my back, my body like jelly, and wave off the offer of a break or even more water. Cade’s closest, and when I reach for him, he climbs over me, his dark, focused eyes scanning my body and especially my face, like he’s making sure I’m okay.
I wrap a hand around the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss. When he slides his tongue into my mouth, my pussy clenches with desire.
“I want you inside me,” I say as soon as our mouths part, and after one more long look at me, Cade gives me what I want.
Propped over me on a forearm, he feeds his cock into me an inch at a time, his eyes never leaving mine.
Even though his body is so very much like Rhett’s, the way he uses it is different.
He’s all smooth control, reacting to my every sound or movement, giving me more of what I like and less of what he thinks I don’t, but I love it all.
He reaches a hand between us and rubs my clit until I’m whimpering. When I start to come, Cade stills inside me, then his cock swells, and he joins me, our bodies throbbing together, his cock pulsing and my inner walls pulling him deeper until he’s spent.
When he pulls out of me, Cade lies beside me, stretching out his arm as a place for me to rest my head. He doesn’t say much, but he settles a hand on my hip, and the gentle stroke of his fingers and the way he makes sure I’m comfortable speak volumes.
Boone comes up and lies on my other side, kissing my shoulder, relaxing beside me while I recover.
Rhett left the room at some point and returns with more water, setting it on the bedside table for me.
He’s still gloriously naked, his cock mostly soft, but swinging long.
The muscles in his strong body flex as he moves, and I’m mesmerized.
Absently, I wonder if I can talk the three of them into building bigger fires in the fireplace and walking around the house naked on a regular basis, the way nature intended.
“Are you cold?” Boone asks as my breathing returns to normal.
I shake my head. “Not with the two of you next to me.” I give Cade a kiss, then roll onto my side facing Boone and kiss him next, longer and deeper, until I feel his cock harden against my belly.
“You want to rest, Wren? We don’t have to—”
I silence him with another kiss, scoot closer, and rest my leg on top of his, so he has no doubt what I want to do next.
When his cock brushes against my hot center, he groans into my mouth, and as we kiss, he notches himself at my opening and slowly pushes inside like it’s the most natural thing, like we do it every day.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he keeps on kissing me as he slowly, leisurely, makes me lose control.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells me as he taps a spot deep inside. “You’re so tight around my cock, so hot, so wet.”
Caught up in Boone, I momentarily forget Cade is still behind me, until he presses in against my back, puts an arm around me, and cups one of my breasts in his hand, thumbing over the nipple.
As Boone fucks my pussy, Cade’s hardening cock nudges my backside, making me wonder if these men could go all night.
I’m up for finding out.
I’m still pressed between the two brothers when Boone tells me he’s going to come.
His dark eyes gaze into mine, and he grins at me with his gorgeous smile, until his body seizes, his face contorts, and he loses control.
His cock pulses, filling me full of his cum until it’s running down my thigh, hot and sticky.
“Fuck, Wren.” Boone sounds wrecked. He kisses my lips, then my forehead, then pulls me close and holds me tight.
Later, Boone cleans me with a warm washcloth, and I drift off thinking about how sex has made these identical men even more distinct. Rhett is all control and direction, Cade is silent focus, and Boone is warmth.
Together, they’re too much and exactly enough, and I’m in the middle of them, chosen and claimed.
I wake up a few hours later, and am with them all again, this time slower, less intense, but no less incredible. We’re a tangle of limbs, warm skin, softness and hard muscle.
I fit between them just right, and the realization makes my throat go thick.
When we’re still again, Boone lifts his head, his hair a mess. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
Cade’s eyes search mine for confirmation. “Sore?”
“Maybe tomorrow I will be. Right now, I feel too good to care.”
Rhett’s arm tightens around me, and his mouth brushes the back of my shoulder. “You’re ours now.”
My chest clenches. A month ago, that would have sent me running. Tonight, wrapped in their arms, my body still humming, I know what it means.
It’s not ownership or some sort of cage. It’s a place, a bond, and a choice.
I slide my hand over Rhett’s forearm where it crosses my stomach, and Cade’s fingers thread through mine, like he can’t resist touching me. Boone kisses my shoulder, letting his mouth linger there.
“And you’re mine,” I say. “All of you.”