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FORTY-THREE

Kinsley

I don’t know why I thought going out in public with these two was a good idea. We were at the bar for less than twenty minutes, and I’m already wetter than the splash zone at SeaWorld.

Especially with Wyatt’s hands all over me and Brantley’s promise to make my wildest fantasies come true. Okay, maybe he didn’t say those words directly, but his eyes did, and I’m about ready to take him up on that perceived offer.

Between the night Wyatt and Maverick took my virginity and all the teasing this week from the three of them, I’ve been watching a lot of porn, and I think it’s safe to say I have some ideas about how I’d like tonight to go.

I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with shmouble denetration, and it involves both Ellis brothers.

“I can’t wait to get inside you.” Wyatt pins me against Brantley’s door, those wandering hands of his slipping up my dress. He must be reading my mind, or maybe my face is more expressive than I thought. “It’s been way too long, baby girl.”

With a nod, I pull him down to me and smash his mouth to mine.

He takes control of the kiss, showing me exactly how much he missed me. We’re a mess of tongue and teeth, passion and longing. His hands roam all over my body—grabbing my ass, palming my breasts, wrapping around my hips.

Logically, I know I shouldn’t be so needy, so damn desperate, but with them? All logic goes straight out the window. I’m a mess. A horny, heated mess.

Brantley grunts beside us, his keys jingling as he tries and fails to open the door at my back. He swears, grunts again, but this time the door opens and as it does, Wyatt picks me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his hips.

I don’t know where he’s leading us, but he’s walking through Brantley’s apartment. These two could be walking straight to hell, and I’d dutifully follow. It feels like I’ve been fighting my feelings for them for too long, and I can’t resist anymore. I’m not sure I’m strong enough. They want this, me, and I want them. It doesn’t matter that they’re fifteen years older than me. It doesn’t matter that they’re my bosses. And it sure as fuck doesn’t matter what the world thinks of the four of us dating.

Speaking of.

I pull away, struggling to catch my breath. “Should we call Maverick?”

“You want him on the phone while we fuck you?” Brantley comes up behind me, sweeps my hair to the side, and runs his lips up the side of my neck.

A shiver runs through my entire body, and holy fuck me. That wasn’t what I was thinking, but I sure as hell am now.

“Yes.” My word ends on a moan as Brantley molds his body to mine, sandwiching me between him and his brother, and bites down on my shoulder. “Fuck yes.”

My heart is hammering in my chest, rattling my ribs like that broken copy machine in the back of the office. My body is on fire, and every touch, every single caress stokes the flames.

Wyatt drops me on the bed and takes a step back, pulling his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. Brantley licks along his bottom lip and reaches down, adjusting his hard dick before giving me a smile that leaves me breathless. That damn smile of theirs really is potent. If I weren’t already laying down, it might have knocked me on my ass.

“Hello?” Maverick’s voice echoes through the room.

Wyatt tosses the phone next to me, pulling his shirt over his head in a one-handed move that has no right to be that sexy. “You alone?”

“Colin is in bed.” He answers slowly. “I’m watching a movie. What’s up?”

“Our girl wants you to hear how good we fuck her.” Brantley kicks off his shoes and tosses his T-shirt on the floor beside him. He tilts his head to the side, eyes raking up and down my body while I check out his. Brantley’s chest is wide and muscular, his abs defined, and it’s clear he spends as much time working out as Wyatt.

Except Brantley has a tattoo. A big one covering his right shoulder and upper arm. It’s a stunning black and gray nautical piece with an intricately designed compass and a pocket watch laid out over a map.

I can’t wait to lick it.

“Hold on,” Maverick groans, jostling the phone. “Let me get somewhere more private. You want me in your bed, firecracker?”

“Yes.” Not only do I want him in my bed, but I want him naked, palming his hard cock, stroking it until he loses all control. I want him surrounded by my sheets, my scent, I want to know I’m driving him wild even though we’re not even on the same floor.

I push myself up, kneeling on the mattress in front of Brantley, and run my fingers along the lines of ink, the ridges of muscle. He captures my lips with his, pushing my dress up to my hips. The kiss is chaste but consuming, it’s heat coursing through my body and setting every nerve on fire.

There’s a tension between the three of us as Wyatt climbs on the bed behind me, an anticipation of what's to come. It’s palpable, like it has a heartbeat, a life force of its own. After tonight, there’s no turning back, no pretending nothing happened. Our relationship is going to be a complicated mess of strings, and that doesn’t scare me as much as it should.

Wyatt peppers kisses along my spine, his lips moving down as he unzips my dress. When he speaks, his voice is gruff, gravely. “What do you want, baby girl?”

“I…” I take a deep breath and frame Brantley’s face with my hands. “I want you both. At the same time.”

Maverick’s groan is loud, and the shuffling noise behind him sounds like he might be undressing. “Goddamn. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt, Brant. Let me know how wet our little fucktoy is.”

“Is that how it is? You want to be a dirty slut for us?” Brantley’s smile is wide and maybe a bit wicked as he leans down and rips the lace from between my legs. Jesus. It’s so freaking hot, it really is, but I can’t let him know that or I won’t have any panties left.

I open my mouth to protest—even if it is halfhearted—but before I can get a word out, he slips a finger inside me and I cry out, gripping his shoulders and lean back against Wyatt.

He tilts his head toward the heavens, mumbling something I can’t quite catch, and his eyes flutter closed for several beats. “Fuck. She’s fucking soaked.”

“Such a good toy,” Maverick grunts with a curse, his voice strained, and I can only imagine how hard it is for him to stay put knowing we’re only one floor above him. “You’re always ready for us, aren’t you, firecracker? I bet she’d love to feel both of you inside that perfect pussy. Next time, we’ll fuck it together.”

Wyatt pulls the dress over my head, one of his hands grabbing my hair, and the other travels down my back. Holy fuck . I rock my hips back and forth, pushing my ass against him. I’m not sure which hole he’s going for, but I don’t think it matters. I want it. I want all of it.

Slowly, so fucking slow, his finger skims along the curve of my ass and as he sinks lower, my entire body tenses. Waiting.

“Relax,” Brantley whispers against my lips as Wyatt’s finger glides alongside his brother's, both of them inside my pussy side by side.

Fuck. Fuck.

My nails dig into Brantley’s shoulders, pressing into his skin as I adjust, stretching around them. It hurts, but only for a second before the sensation becomes nothing but pleasure.

They move opposite of each other, one pushing in while the other pulls out, the sensation wreaking havoc on my senses. But right now I need them to fuck me harder. Faster. Dirtier.

I’m so fucking desperate for them to sink inside me, this isn’t nearly enough.

With a low groan, one that rumbles deep in my chest, I circle my hips, raising up and down, fucking myself with their fingers. It’s not enough, but it’s close.

Wyatt pulls my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth drags along the length of my neck. “That’s so fucking sexy, baby girl. Use us. I want you to fuck yourself until your cum drips from our hands.”

Brantley grips my thigh, encouraging me to move faster, to take them deeper while his lips slide across mine. His kiss is teasing, shallow, and I want nothing more than for him to swallow me whole.

I want the two of them to consume me. I want to close the distance between us, slip my tongue into his mouth, and lose myself in his kiss, but I can’t.

Not with Wyatt’s grip on my hair.

I move faster, their fingers plunge deeper, and as Brantley’s thumb finds my clit, I cry out. He presses down and rubs it over and over. My pussy flutters around them, my thighs quiver, and my mouth opens on a silent scream.

“That’s it, firecracker.” Maverick’s breathing is heavy, like he’s stroking himself to every whimper, every moan. “Come for us.”

And I fucking do. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, rolling through my body, and I swear I see stars. The entire world goes black, my legs give out, and my entire soul convulses.

I fall over on the bed while Wyatt and Brantley scramble to get undressed. Then their hands are on me, lifting me up, and before I realize what’s happening I’m straddling Brantley.

He positions himself at my entrance, and as Wyatt pushes on my shoulders, I slide down his thick cock. The groan that leaves his mouth is feral, and I whimper, my head falling back and my eyes closing.

“Goddamn. You feel so fucking good.” Brantley’s hands run up my back, and he unhooks my bra, tossing it beside us.

Maverick curses. “I’m going to wreck that tight cunt later. This is torture. Pure fucking torture.”

Wyatt chuckles, returning to my backside and dribbles something cold and wet down the crack of my ass. Lube. Oh, god. I’m excited but so nervous. What if it hurts? What if I don’t like it? What if I like it too much? What if?—?

Brantley crashes his mouth to mine, his tongue gliding past my lips. He kisses me like a starved man, like he can’t get enough, like he’s been waiting for years for this one singular moment. He’s everything and so thoroughly distracting, I almost forget about Wyatt. Almost. But then the tip of his finger slides in my ass. It burns, but only for a second. He’s moving at a glacial pace as he sinks his digit in a little deeper.

Brantley shifts beneath me, moving his hips, fucking me at a leisure pace. They’re both letting me adjust to this new sensation, but I’m ready for more—I need more.

As if on their own accord, my hips rock up and down. “More, Wyatt. I need more.”

He lets out a soft curse, one that’s the polar opposite of Maverick’s gruff one, and adds more lube and a second finger. It hurts so good. Especially when Brantley works his fingers between us and draws tight circles around my clit.

There are so many things going on, so many sensations, I’m lost. I’m so freaking gone with pleasure, with need, all I can do is feel.

And when Wyatt eases his lubed dick in my ass, I’m a mess. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t… Fuck . A strangled cry works its way out of my throat. I whimper. Moan. Cry out. Whimper some more. I can’t stop.

He moves deeper and deeper, adding more lube.

My nails rake down Brantley’s chest, and he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His green eyes are so dark they’re almost black. His jaw is clenched, sweat beads at his temples, and he’s barely hanging on.

And when Wyatt seats himself all the way inside me, we all let out a collective groan, even Maverick. I never felt this full, this stretched. It’s unlike anything I could have imagined.

“Fuck, baby girl. You take us so well. You were fucking made for us.” Wyatt reaches around and rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“So good.” That’s all I manage to say. I’m not even sure I know my own name at this point. Only theirs.

Wyatt pulls back, and Brantley thrusts forward, the two of them working together to drive me closer and closer to another orgasm. My muscles tighten, and my legs quiver. I chant their names over and over again. I’m so close. So damn close.

Brantley pinches my clit. Wyatt tugs on my nipples. They’re fucking me with long, hard strokes, and I’m pretty sure my entire body is shaking. One more pinch of the clit is all it takes to hurl me over the edge.

I clamp down on their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. There’s a gushing sensation, and I’m pretty sure I squirted all over Brantley’s cock. He only quickens his pace, thrusting into me with wild abandon, his hips slapping against mine before he comes with a roar. Wyatt and Maverick are next, calling out my name, and the entire world shuts off.

Or maybe I blacked out.

None of us move, not for several minutes. I’m not sure I can. Not when I’m sandwiched between them, their hands moving up and down my back.

With a deep breath, I collapse against Brantley’s chest. “That was better than the porn.”

He laughs, running his fingers through my hair. “That was better than anything.”

“Must be nice to have participated.” Maverick chimes in, turning on my shower. “I had to come all over myself instead of inside our girl.”

Our girl.

For the first time in forever, I have a place I belong. With them, I have a home.