Page 18 of Falling for Cocky Cole (Shared by the Carter Brothers #2)

COLE

I stand in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, transfixed by the sight before me.

Ivy, her blonde hair falling around her bare shoulders, kneels between my brother's legs, her mouth working him with an enthusiasm that makes my own cock stiffen instantly.

Caleb's head is tipped back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, his hand gently guiding her movements.

They're beautiful together—a fantasy I didn't know I had until this moment.

The bag of ice I'm holding starts to numb my fingers, but I barely notice.

All my attention is focused on Ivy's lips stretched around my brother's cock, the hollowing of her cheeks as she takes him deeper, the way her blue eyes flick toward me without breaking her rhythm.

There's a challenge in that glance, a deliberate performance that tells me she knows exactly what she's doing to me.

I should feel strange watching this—my brother and the woman I've been pursuing.

But instead, I feel an unexpected thrill coursing through me.

There's something primal and electric about seeing Ivy like this, giving herself to Caleb while knowing I'm watching.

About the way she teases him with her tongue, the same techniques she used on me during our first night together.

Setting the ice in the freezer, I move back to the living room, drawn by an invisible thread.

Caleb looks up at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and something else—permission, perhaps, or invitation.

This should be awkward between us, but somehow it isn't. We've shared almost everything in our lives; why not this?

"Don't let me interrupt," I say, my voice rougher than I intended as I sink into the armchair across from them. I undo my jeans, releasing my straining cock, stroking it slowly as I watch them.

Ivy's eyes follow my movements, her movement on Caleb becoming more deliberate, more showy. She's performing for me, showing me what I have to look forward to. The sight of her naked back, the curve of her spine leading to her jeans-clad ass, is almost too much to bear.

"Fuck," I mutter, squeezing myself to maintain control.

"Too hot for you over there?" Ivy asks, releasing Caleb with a wet pop that makes my cock twitch.

"You have no idea," I reply, standing to strip off my clothes. Shirt, jeans, boxers—I leave them in a pile on the floor, approaching them with a confidence I don't entirely feel. This is new territory for all of us.

Ivy turns toward me as I kneel beside her, her eyes darkening with desire. She reaches for me, her hand still wet from Caleb's cock, and strokes me with firm, sure movements.

"I want you both," she says, her voice husky with need. "I've thought about it... more than I should admit."

"Show me," I challenge her, my fingers tangling in her hair.

She smiles, wicked and wanting, then takes me into her mouth without hesitation.

The wet heat of her engulfs me, her tongue swirling around my head in a way that makes my knees weak.

She alternates between Caleb and me, giving us each a few strokes before switching, her hands working whoever isn't in her mouth.

Caleb's eyes meet mine over her bent head, and there's a moment of silent understanding between us. This isn't just about physical pleasure—it's about Ivy, about giving her something she wants, something that belongs only to the three of us.

"Get undressed," Caleb tells her, his voice gentle despite its urgency. "All the way."

Ivy stands, unfastening her jeans with deliberate slowness, pushing them down her hips along with her panties.

She steps out of them, now completely naked between us, her skin glowing in the soft light of the living room.

She's even more beautiful than I remembered from our first night together—all curves and softness, strength hidden in her slender frame.

"On all fours," I suggest, my voice nearly a growl. "On the rug."

She complies, positioning herself on the braided rug that covers the center of our hardwood floor, her ass raised invitingly, her head turned to look back at us with those clear blue eyes.

Caleb moves first, kneeling behind her. He rolls on a condom quickly, then runs his hands over the globes of her ass, admiring her. I watch as he slides his sheathed cock along the cleft of her ass, then lower, teasing her entrance. Ivy moans, pushing back against him impatiently.

With a single smooth thrust, Caleb enters her, and they both cry out at the connection. The sound sends a jolt of arousal through me so intense it's almost painful. I strip off my remaining clothes and kneel in front of Ivy, my cock level with her mouth.

"Open," I command softly, and she does, taking me in as Caleb begins to move behind her.

The sensation is indescribable—her mouth hot and wet around me, her moans vibrating through my shaft with each of Caleb's thrusts.

I cradle her face in my hands, controlling the depth, watching her take me while being taken.

Her eyes are closed in concentration, her brow slightly furrowed as she tries to match our rhythms.

I remember how she liked dirty talk, how it made her wild. "How does it feel, Ivy?" I ask, my voice pitched low. "Having both our cocks inside you at once?"

She moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.

Her answer is in the way she sucks me harder, the way her body rocks between us with increasing urgency.

I cup her breasts in my hands, teasing her nipples between my fingers as she bobs on my length.

Her skin is flushed pink with exertion and arousal, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the low light.

Behind her, Caleb's rhythm grows more erratic, his breathing harsh.

"Ivy," he groans, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "I'm close."

She responds by taking me deeper, her tongue working the underside of my cock in a way that makes stars dance at the edges of my vision. I'm mesmerized by the sight of her—taking her pleasure from both of us, uninhibited and glorious in her desire.

Caleb comes with a shuddering groan, his head thrown back, throat exposed. For a moment, he stays there, trembling inside her, then slowly withdraws. But instead of moving away, he stretches out beneath her, positioning his face between her legs.

"My turn," he says, and then his tongue is on her, lapping at her center while she continues to pleasure me with her mouth.

The dual stimulation makes Ivy moan around my cock, her rhythm faltering as she struggles to focus through her own pleasure.

I can tell by the way her thighs begin to quiver that Caleb knows exactly what he's doing down there.

His hands reach up to grip her hips, holding her steady against his mouth as she tries to squirm away from the intensity.

Ivy is whimsical and skilled with her mouth, bringing me to the edge then backing off, teasing me with quick licks and gentle suction before taking me deep again. It's maddening and perfect, her blue eyes occasionally flicking up to mine with wicked knowledge of exactly what she's doing to me.

"You're so fucking naughty," I tell her, pushing her hair back from her face to better see her lips stretched around me. "So perfect taking us both."

Her eyes flutter closed at the praise, and I feel her moan vibrate through me as Caleb does something particularly effective with his tongue. Her body tenses, and I know she's close.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling my own release building. "Come for us, Ivy. Let go."

And she does, her orgasm crashing through her with a cry that's muffled around my cock. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the sensation of her moaning around me, sends me over the edge. I spill into her mouth with a hoarse shout, my hips jerking as pleasure courses through me in waves.

Ivy swallows everything I give her, her eyes locked on mine, intimate in a way that transcends the physical act. When I'm spent, she releases me with a final, gentle kiss to the tip, her lips swollen and glistening.

For a long moment, none of us moves, the only sound our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. Then Ivy collapses to the side, careful not to crush Caleb beneath her. We rearrange ourselves on the rug, Ivy in the middle, Caleb and I flanking her like protective bookends.

I press a kiss to her temple, tasting salt and satisfaction on her skin.

Across from me, Caleb does the same to her other cheek, his hand resting on her stomach, fingers intertwined with mine.

It should feel strange, this connection between the three of us, but somehow it feels right—as if we've discovered a new configuration that was always possible, just waiting to be explored.

"Well," Ivy says, breaking the comfortable silence, her voice raspy from our activities. "That was certainly worth coming back for."

Caleb laughs, the sound vibrating through all three of us where we touch. "Stay," he says, pressing another kiss to her cheek. "Stay the night."

"Stay longer," I add, not entirely joking.

Ivy turns her head to look at me, then at Caleb, her expression thoughtful. "We'll see," she says, but her smile holds promise. "This is... new territory for me.”

“For all of us,” I correct her.

"Worth exploring, though?" Caleb asks, the vulnerability in his voice a reminder of how long he's wanted her.

She nods, her hair tickling my chest. "Definitely worth exploring."

I pull her closer, inhaling the scent of her—apples and sweat and sex—and feel something settle in my chest, a contentment I wasn't expecting.

It feels real. No games, no bullshit. I don’t feel the usual itch to move on, to find the door before things get messy.

Lying here with them, I don’t want out. Before tonight, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure it would work.

I figured Ivy might pick Caleb and shut me out.

But I was wrong—and I’ve never been so damn happy to be wrong.

When she accused me of trying to pass her off to him, she looked hurt.

She cared. About me. This wasn’t just sex between us.