Chapter 12
LEAH
I was almost finished updating the website when the door opened. I hadn't bothered to lock it. What was the point when the guys already had a key?
I closed the laptop and looked up to see Connor and Riley step inside, followed by Brooks. He looked at me like this was the last place on earth he wanted to step foot into. He still took a good look around, as if assessing where a camera could go.
"What are you all doing here?" I asked. Especially together. That was unexpected and interesting. So far, no one looked punched, or coerced.
"We brought you a few things." Riley and Connor placed bags down on the table before Riley headed into the kitchen..
"Hope you're hungry." Connor opened one bag and started to pull out plastic boxes, the inside coated with steam that obscured the contents. He cracked each one and poured pasta into the bowls Riley brought over.
"I am now." I inhaled the delicious smell of tomato, truffles and meatballs mixed with spaghetti. "That smells amazing."
From another bag, Connor pulled a bottle of wine. He set it down on the table before dipping his hand back into the bag and coming out with a bunch of wildflowers.
"They're so pretty." I hurried over to the mantelpiece to pick up a vase and carry it over to the table.
"Friend of ours has a greenhouse," Connor said. "Mostly for vegetables, but he has some flowers too." He looked like he thought that was a waste of greenhouse space, but he still slid them into the vase and placed them in the centre of the table.
"This is so thoughtful of you." I managed to find four wine glasses that more or less matched and placed them in front of our bowls.
"It was Riley's idea," Brooks said. He picked up an unopened bag and placed it aside, suggesting whatever was in there was for later.
"They helped," Riley said as he slipped into a chair. "Connor makes a mean pasta sauce."
Connor shrugged. "A long time ago, I thought I'd be a chef."
"What happened?" I settled into my chair and picked up my fork.
"I decided being stuck inside all day would suck, and I like eating better." Connor opened the wine and poured us all a glass each.
"I'll drink to that." Riley grinned and raised his glass.
"Being inside isn't so bad," Brooks muttered, but he joined in the toast before downing a gulp of wine.
"Brooks doesn't like the snow," Riley said, looking amused.
"It's fucking cold," Brooks said. "Couldn't you run off to somewhere warm? I hear San Diego is nice this time of year. Or the Bahamas. Maybe Melbourne."
"I like it here," I said. "I hate heat and humidity." Feeling sweaty and sticky wasn't pleasant. Not unless orgasms were involved.
"I'd melt in a place like that," Riley said. "My mother says I'm part snowman."
"Which part?" Brooks asked. "Do you have a carrot for a dick?"
Riley laughed. "No. Mine tastes much better."
Brooks' face turned slightly pink. "That wouldn't be hard, carrot tastes disgusting."
"It would definitely be hard." Riley waggled his eyebrows. "As a matter of fact—"
"Let's finish eating first," Connor said. "Leah is going to need her strength."
I paused with a meatball halfway to my mouth.
"Am I now?" Okay, I knew they weren't here just to bring me food and flowers. Which made me even more curious about Brooks’ inclusion.
I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too, but there was the question of their willingness to share.
Or was there? Possibly not, given they'd brought him with them.
"Definitely," Connor said. Neither of the other two disagreed with him.
"I hope you brought dessert then," I said.
"We might have." Riley gave a cagey glance toward the last bag. "You'll have to wait and see."
"Be a good girl and finish your dinner," Connor said.
My panties were officially ruined.
Brooks regarded me, his blue eyes intense, curious.
I could almost hear him thinking, processing my response to Connor's praise.
Wondering if it stemmed from my lack of parental attention, or if I just liked it.
I may never know for sure myself. Either way, he was understanding this new thing about me. And now I wondered if he felt the same.
I chewed over that for a moment, but suspected he preferred the opposite. He was so used to being told he was good for jumping through hoops. I bet there was a rebellious side in there. One that was itching to be let out.
"This is so good," I said, washing a meatball down with wine. "You would have been a great chef."
"I'm a better adventure tour operator," Connor said gruffly.
"I second that," Riley said.
"Your parents are good with that?" Brooks asked. "Skiing and snowboarding for a living?"
Connor bristled. For a moment I thought he might snap at Brooks. Maybe aim his fork at his eye…
I put a hand on his bicep, encouraging him to take a moment and think before he responded.
"My dad wants me to take over the Frosty Brew," Connor said finally. "I don't want to. It's not where my heart is." He slid Brooks a gaze as if daring him to contradict him.
Riley looked from him to Brooks and back again and said, "Bro."
Connor squinted at him. "Bro?"
Riley nodded. "Bro." As if the exchange made any sort of sense at all.
"They must get drunk easily," Brooks remarked.
I swallowed down a laugh. "Maybe you guys can speak in English. Try a full sentence or two."
"Connor wants to hire a manager to run the pub," Riley said, looking excited. "I'm guessing Brooks needs a job."
His words were followed by silence as everyone wrapped their heads around that suggestion.
"You want me to run a pub?" Brooks looked disbelieving.
"Why not?" It was me who answered. "You're smart. You know how to handle people. The pub is indoors. Well, most of it. Why couldn't you manage it? If you're planning to stay in town, that is?"
"I hate to say it, but Riley is right," Connor said. "If my dad agrees and you want the job, I can stick around until you're trained. You'll be working for my father, and for me, but you'd have a lot of leeway. And Riley and I could focus on our business."
Brooks shook his head, looking bewildered. "I mean, I guess I could give it a try. It's gotta be better than law."
"You don't even have to wear a suit," Riley said.
"But you could, if you wanted to," I said, half-teasing. People in town would think it was an interesting look, but I doubted it would catch on.
"Fuck that," Brooks said with a snort. "I'll throw all my suits on the fire. I'll keep a few ties though. They might come in useful." He looked over at me meaningfully.
"If I wasn't hard already," Riley said half under his breath.
Connor hummed his agreement.
"Is this where someone suggests we let dinner go down before we have dessert?" I asked. My stepfather would have insisted on waiting between courses. Because only crass people hurried through meals or some shit. Me, I was just there to eat.
"I don't see why we should wait," Riley said. He threw back the rest of his wine and stood, grabbing up bowls and taking them to the kitchen.
Connor and Brooks stood to either side of me and offered me a hand.
I looked from one to the other before accepting both of them and letting them guide me out from behind the table. Without a word, they took me into my bedroom and started to peel off my clothes. Riley hurried in to join, throwing my discarded garments into a pile to the side of the room.
"Is this what you've been watching?" Connor asked Brooks. He trailed the tip of one finger from my lips, down my collarbone and over the curve of my breast. "Watching without touching?"
"Yeah," Brooks said breathlessly. "So fucking perfect."
"So fucking ours," Riley added in a whisper.
"Such a good girl, letting us look at you like this.
" Connor traced a lazy circle around my nipple before sliding his finger back up to my chin.
He lifted it and brushed his lips over mine before turning my face toward Riley.
Riley kissed me softly and slowly, then leaned back so Connor could turn my face toward Brooks.
"Are you sure about this?" Brooks whispered.
"Very sure," I replied.
He locked his eyes on me. "Good girl." He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding between my lips to taste the inside of my mouth.
"You're not good, are you Brooks?" Connor asked. "You don't want to be good. You want to fuck your stepsister because you think it's wrong."
"So fucking wrong," Brooks whispered. "I need to taste her."
Between them, they lay me back on the bed.
Riley slipped out to grab the last bag. He carried it back into the bedroom, opened it and pulled out a bottle of chocolate sauce.
Smiling, he cracked open the lid and started to trickle the cool, sweet sauce over my breasts, down my belly and over the insides of my thighs.
"I might have forgotten to mention, you're dessert." He sat beside me and trickled some of the sauce into my mouth.
I caught a few drops and swallowed. "Mmm, that's good."
"It's even tastier here." Riley put the bottle down and started to lick sauce from my nipples.
A jolt of heat shot straight to my core, leaving me panting for more.
Brooks, his eyes dark, lowered himself to his stomach and parted my thighs with his hands. He licked up one thigh, cleaning the sauce away before working on the other, inching his way closer to my pussy. Finally, he looked me in the eye and tasted my pussy with the tip of his tongue.
"Fuck, you taste better than chocolate." He started licking and nibbling slowly, his finger working its way inside me. Then another.
"I bet I taste good with chocolate." Riley shred his clothes and trickled chocolate onto his cock before kneeling beside me and pressing his head against my lips. "Be a good girl; open up and tell me."
I opened my mouth, taking his cock all the way down to the back of my throat. His skin was a combination of sweet from the chocolate and salty from his pre-cum. I hummed my approval at the flavour. If I could bottle this, I'd be rich.
Connor stripped off and sat on the other side of me, licking the rest of the chocolate from my nipples, grazing his teeth over the stiff peaks.
With Riley tapping the back of my throat and the other two working me so expertly, I couldn't help coming in only a handful of moments. Shattering into an oblivion filled with a million stars before slowly coming back together. Riley pulled out of me to let me catch my breath.
Brooks kissed his way down my thighs while pulling his clothes off and throwing them aside. "I need to be inside you."
Connor looked over at him. "You can do better than that."
Brooks opened his mouth as if he was about to tell him to fuck off, but then he nodded. "Leah, you're going to be a good fucking girl and let your stepbrother fuck you."
He crawled up the bed until he was lying over me. "It's so fucking wrong to want to be inside my stepsister, but I don't care. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to come inside you. I'm going to fill my stepsister with my cum."
"Much better." Connor nodded approvingly.
Brooks rolled his eyes, but pushed my legs apart with his knees. "Be a good girl and tell me you want me."
"I want you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be a good girl and let my stepbrother fuck me."
Those words must have pushed him over the edge, because he lined himself up and rammed himself into me all the way to the hilt.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel better than I imagined. So fucking tight. So fucking mine."
Connor cleared his throat.
"So fucking ours," Brooks corrected.
"Exactly." Riley pressed his cock back between my lips. "So fucking ours."
Giving Brooks a quick glance, Connor worked his fingers between him and me to push his thumb down to my clit. Almost sending me over the edge again.
Brooks eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust, the base of his cock sliding against Connor's hand each time. "That feels… Fuck."
"So good," Riley finished for him. He thrust a little faster between my lips, his eyes half closed as he did right before he came. His orgasm took him a moment later, washing him away and forcing his release to flood my mouth.
I managed to hold it until he'd milked every drop and slid out of me. With a curl of my fingers, I urged Connor over to me. He pressed his mouth to mine, letting me push Riley's cum into his mouth.
"Such a good, dirty girl," Riley said approvingly.
Connor raised his eyebrows and swallowed. "Delicious." He licked his lips.
"You guys…" Brooks grunted and came, grinding against me, crying out his own release to the ceiling. Filling me the way he'd promised he would. "So incredible." He sagged down over me, panting for a moment before rolling off and letting Connor take his place.
Connor rolled me over onto my side, facing him. He carefully draped one of my legs over his and pressed into my wet, leaking pussy. He looked from Riley to Brooks and back again.
"I can't decide whose cum feels better inside her. I think it's a tie." He shrugged and started to thrust slowly. Taking his time and making sure he wasn't hurting me with his deep, hard strokes.
"She's worth the wait, isn't she?" Riley said softly to Brooks.
"Worth every minute of it," Brooks agreed, his eyes focused on me like he was trying to memorise every moment. No one had bothered to get a phone to film any of this, which I didn't mind a bit. It was nice to be in the moment with all three of them.
I really thought that? All three of them? I was here in my little cottage in the mountains, fucking three smoking hot, incredible men. I could hardly believe it was real, but I didn't want to wake up if it wasn't.
Best. Fantasy. Ever.
Connor groaned and then he was thrusting faster, more deliberately before he lost himself in his own orgasm, spilling himself inside me and filling me up further. His face was pink, his hazel eyes glazed with concentration and pleasure. And then he was sagging and pulling me to him.
"So perfect," he whispered. "Our good girl."
In the corner of my eye, I saw Riley nudge Brooks with his elbow. "Welcome to the family."