He was on the floor in front of her, practically nose to nose.
Trace placed a kiss on her thigh then pulled back from her. The sound coming from behind her told her what he was doing. Building the picture in her mind seemed to trigger her horniness. As Brandon held her gaze, she imagined Trace spreading lube on his condom-covered cock.
“Stop me if you need to, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brandon smirked. “She won’t, but I’ll keep my eyes on her, brother.”
“Good. Rachel, it would kill me to hurt you too badly.”
These two men had already proven to her that a bit of pain was not a bad thing. The right kind of pain enhanced the arousal so that…her thoughts ended as she felt the press of Trace’s condom-covered cock against her back opening.
He used his hands to spread her cheeks, and then he began to press forward, leaning his body into hers. The familiar burning sent tendrils of excitement to her clit. As Trace continued to push, that burn grew and then morphed into a pain both sharp and seductive.
Trace pressed some more, and she gasped as she felt his cockhead breach her sphincter. He slid into her, and Rachel began to shake. She had hoped, and imagined, but reality proved to be so much more.
“Baby?”
“Yes…yes…oh…” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Brandon lifted her chin and looked clear to the depths of her soul. He kissed her, a way too short kiss, then smiled.
“I think she needs you to fuck her, brother.”
“Hang on, sweetheart. Your ass feels so fucking good. I’m going to try and take it slow.”
She’d never heard a man speak through clenched teeth before. Trace’s arms trembled as he continued to hold her ass and move in and out. It felt like a thousand tiny little electric sizzles exploding tiny drops of orgasm all through her body. He moved, slow, deliberate, and the urge to come, the need to scream, began to build. She whimpered and began to try and bounce her hips.
“Hold on, Rachel. Please, I can’t…”
“Fuck me! Oh, please, fuck me!”
She didn’t care if she was topping from the bottom. Her body needed Trace to take her hard and fast. She could have sworn she felt his tether snap, because he began to move faster, and there was nothing measured or smooth about it. He fucked her as she’d demanded of him.
Her scream emerged, a piercing proclamation that the best, deepest, most complete orgasm ever consumed her, heart and mind, body and soul.
Over and over waves of the purest pleasure pummeled her. Ecstasy enveloped her as she came and came, as time slowed down to this moment, this place, and these two wondrous men.
* * * *
Brandon had never been so triggered in his life. He watched as Trace released the handcuffs that had held Rachel’s wrists together beneath her chest and the silken cord that had kept her legs open and anchored to the ottoman. His gaze brushed the stool.
I’ll put it back together in the morning.
Trace lifted their woman and cradled her in his arms. This was their moment, and he gladly gave it to them. Brandon loved the way they curled into each other. He hadn’t said the words, and neither had Trace, but Brandon knew they both already loved her, totally and completely and, yes, forever.
His brother looked up and met his gaze. Yeah. We’re both completely gone over her. Brandon nodded toward the stairs, and then he headed up to get the shower running.
Moments later Trace came into the master bath and handed their woman to him. Brandon held her tight. “How are you doing there, baby? Everything okay?”
“Mmm.” Rachel sighed as she put her arms around his neck and let her head fall onto his shoulder. “Just perfect.”
Brandon stepped under the spray with her and held her until he knew her feet would hold her. Trace entered the shower, and Brandon turned Rachel in his arms to face his brother.
“Thank you, sweetheart. That’s the best thing anyone’s ever given me.” Trace cupped her face and kissed her.
Brandon felt no jealousy, just joy. Since the very first time he’d come to Lusty to visit his Aunt Shirley when she’d been the office manager for the granddads, since he’d understood the dynamics at work in so many solid, loving families in this town, there’d been only one thing he wanted for himself on this earth. His dream had been to have a woman he could love with his whole heart and a best friend, a partner, who could share her and the family they’d build together.
Brandon was grateful beyond words that, within just a few years of that long-ago day, he’d found both.
He brought himself back to the moment. Rachel stood flush against him. His cock pressed into her back at the top of her ass. He flexed, and she sighed then gave her hips a tiny wiggle.
“I want you in my ass, too, Brandon. And I want you both inside me at the same time.”
“Soon, baby. What I want, after we take care of you here? I want you in our bed between us, snuggled down for the night. After I fuck your cunt, of course.” He knew the bold language turned her on. Turned him on, too, come to that. Brandon figured that he and Trace had many years to make up for as he knew, right down to his soul, that she’d never been pampered or loved properly—not in her entire life until she’d said yes to them.
She’s our miracle. It blew his mind to understand that she’d overcome everything life had thrown at her with an open, giving heart. No one would ever blame her for a show of bitterness or anger—and yet, though he knew the anger was there, she never surrendered to it.
“Yes, please. I need you, Brandon.”
His woman did need him. He shut down his wandering thoughts and
