BRENNA

 

Tyler grabs the back of my knee, pushing it open, and slides the other hand up my inner thigh until he lightly brushes against my tender, needy mound. His fingers spread my swollen folds and circle my distended clit.

I lean back against Dean, threading my fingers through his shaggy hair, and let my head fall on his shoulder as Tyler slides a finger inside my slick channel. He pumps in and out, sweeping his thumb over my clit with each pass.

Dean reaches around and cups my breast, teasing the piercings. He pulls hard, causing my muscles to tense around Tyler's fingers.

Behind me, another hand eases along my rear entrance and teases the tight muscle.

“Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Dean whispers and nips at my ear.

Everything stops, and I do a quick count. One. Two—hands on my breast. Three—on my pussy. Four—on my knee. Five? One too many hands.

Everything thing around me dissolves, and I open my eyes, blinking into the darkness. A perfectly good sex dream ruined by logic. I roll over and run into a mountain of muscle. Behind me, heavy arm snakes around my waist pulling me against a hard chest.

Dean. So that must mean Tyler is the mountain on the other side.

So here I am, horny and trapped between two hot guys—my hot guys.

What’s a girl to do?

I take stock of our situation. It’s still dark out, so I know it’s not quite morning. My clothes are gone. I reach out and touch Tyler’s chest, trailing my fingers down until I reach his happy trail. Yep, no clothes either.

“Are you planning on doing something with that hand?” Tyler mumbles, sleepily.

“Maybe,” I say and move lower, surprised to find him already hard. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke. “Is this what you had in mind?”

Tyler grunts and pushes into my fist. “That’s nice. But I think we can do better.”

He rolls on his side until he’s facing me, his hard cock sliding between my legs, and kisses me. His unique taste fills my lips as he slick tongue plunges into my mouth, sliding in and out, tangling with mine. I let out a quiet whimper, and he sucks on my bottom lip, nipping at the tender flesh. All the while, he’s pumping his erection along the cleft of my need, driving me to the very edge of an orgasm. The kiss is so erotic and steals my breath.

Just when I’m on the verge of begging him to fuck me, he retreats and gentles the kiss. Dean, no longer asleep, shifts his hand from around my waist to cup a breast and trails feather light kisses along the arch of my neck. His growing erection presses into my back and moisture floods between my legs.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I say between breaths. “I… Oh, yes. I wanted…Mmmm.” I can’t seem to get to get the words out. I’m so turned on.

“We know,” Tyler says and brushes soft kisses on the corners of my trembling mouth.

“But since we’re all awake now...” Dean whispers and nibbles my ear, just like my dream.

The hard press of his cock against my back is a reminder of his words the other night. The idea of both of them inside me at the same time is both exciting and a bit frightening. Neither one of them is small in any way. I shouldn’t want it, but now that the idea is in my head, I can’t stop thinking about it.

“I want you,” I say. “I want both of you…together. Tonight.”

Dean pulls back and props himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured. We don’t—”

“Yes,” I say, interrupting him. “Please. I want to.”

Tyler looks over my shoulder, and the two of them have a silent conversation. He nods and crawls out of bed. “Let me get a condom and some lube.”

“Wait,” I say. Tyler freezes and turns around. I take a deep breath. In for a penny and all. I look between the two of them and steel my nerves. “I love you. I love both of you. Like you, I’m all in.” I bite my lip and ask for what I really want. “Can we skip the condoms? I’m on the pill and you know I’m clean.”

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t want us to get checked out just to be sure?” Dean asks.

“I know you would never do anything to put me at risk. I trust you both. And I want to feel all of you. No barriers.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

I nod. I never thought I’d fall in love again, but now I have two guys. I tried to fight it, tried to pretend that this was just sex, an adventure, but I can’t deny it any longer. I love them. I want them in my life. I know it’s going to be hard. I know not everyone will understand, but I don’t care. As Liv said, this is my life. It’s time I start living it.

Tonight, I’m going to surrender myself to them, every part of myself.

Tyler comes back with a small bottle of lube. He pours a small amount into his hand and slides his fist down his cock. He crawls into the bed and hands the bottle over to Dean.

“Climb up here,” Tyler says, beckoning me with a finger. I crawl up on my knees and straddle his hips. “Dude, she’s fucking dripping wet. I think our girl is ready.”

With a single thrust, all that thick hardness glides into my channel, eased by the lube and my own excitement. The bed dips as Dean joins us. My heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to leap out of my chest. Fear and excitement war in my head, heating my body.

“Lean forward. Balance up on your knees,” Dean directs.

I hold my breath as he traces the crack of my ass with his fingers. Cool gel trickles between my cheeks, and he starts to work a thick finger inside.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Like that.” He moves in and out, fucking me with his finger as Tyler starts to move beneath me. “Just breathe.”

I take a deep breath just as the head of Dean’s cock presses against the muscle. It burns, and I bury my head in the crook of Tyler’s neck, letting out a strangled whimper as Dean pushes in farther.

“It’s okay. We’ve got you,” Tyler says against my ear. “We’ll go slow and let your body adjust.”

“Okay,” I barely manage. I’m worried this was all a mistake. Dean is only halfway in, and I’m full. Too full. “Dean?”

“Push back,” he says, voice strained. “You set the pace. Go as slow as you want.”

I suck in another breath and push back until he’s fully seated. Dean’s fingers trail down my spine and move to grip my hips.

It feels so… I can’t even describe it. The fullness burns, but feels so good at the same time. I need something. I need...

I pull forward, and both cocks slowly retreat, sending an uncontrolled shiver across my body. Yes. That’s what I need.

Slowly, the two of them build up to a steady rhythm, retreat and plunge. And that full, burning feeling intensifies, but this time in a good way. But it’s not enough.  I want more, so I start to move.

The air is heady with the scent of sex. The only sounds are our labored breathing.

“That’s it, baby,” Tyler says. “Use us. Fuck yourself.”

I rock harder against them, feeling their cocks press together inside my body. A throbbing starts low in my womb, building intensity with each thrust. I moan and grip Tyler harder, my fingernails digging into his flesh.

I lift up on my hands and give over to the moment, letting my body take control. I don’t think I could handle anymore, but Tyler takes advantage of the new position and sucks a nipple into his mouth, causing me to spiral out of control. That throbbing from earlier has spread, and my whole body is vibrating like a live wire.

Dean picks up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m not going to last.”

“Grind down on me,” Tyler says and tugs on a ring.

I try to move, but my orgasm slams into me, catching me off guard. Every muscle in my body contracts and Dean swears behind me. He pumps in again, and Tyler matches his thrust. Their choreographed movements trigger another, stronger climax.

“Oh, my God. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I scream out, repeating the words over and over as the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasm washes over me. Wave after wave hit me and at some point I fall forward, unable to hold myself up.

“That was amazing,” Tyler says, kissing my temple. “You were amazing.”

Dean pulls out slowly. He leans over, sinking his teeth into the back of my neck, and trails kisses down my spine. “Stay there while I get a washcloth.”

I suck in a ragged breath still unable to move and nod. I’m not sure I have any other option than to stay put.

“Brenna? Baby? Are you okay?” Tyler asks, moving the hair out of my face.

Still unable to speak, I nod.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Thank you for this. Thank you for giving us a second chance.”

* * *

The next time my eyes open, the sun is up. But this time, I’m alone. I scavenge a T-shirt from Tyler’s drawer and follow the heavenly smell of coffee and bacon down the hall.

I stop in the doorframe and take in the scene. Tyler is transferring a stack of bacon onto a paper towel, and I’m not sure which looks more appetizing the bacon or him. He’s bare-chested, his athletic shorts hanging low on his hips showing off his ass dimples. Dimples of Venus. Mmm. He was definitely blessed by the goddess of love.

“I’ve got feelers out with some agents I trust,” Tyler says, returning to the stove. “I’m thinking I’d like to work on a mixed-use project downtown. Shops and high-end condos.”

“I’d like to keep it near the riverfront area,” Dean says out of frame.

Tyler turns and sees me loitering. “We were going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he says.

Dean gets up from the breakfast table and frowns. “Back to bed.”

I kiss Tyler good morning. While in his arms, I sneak a piece of bacon from behind his back. When I pull back, I take a bite and shrug.

“That’s nice of you guys, but I’d rather eat in here with you.” I walk over to Dean and kiss him. “Besides, I need coffee. I had these really sexy guys keep me up all night, and I’m exhausted.”

“I believe you were the one that woke us up.” Dean snakes an arm around my waist and drags me down to sit on his lap. “But I forgive you.” He turns me to face him and presses his forehead to mine. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m a little sore.” My cheeks heat. After everything that’s happened over the last few weeks, I’m amazed I can still blush.

Tyler sets down a plate in front of us piled high with waffles and bacon. “Then you need to take a long bath in the Jacuzzi after you eat.”

“The one in the master bath?” I smile and suppress the effervescent giggles that are bubbling up in my chest. “I used to fantasize about taking a bath in there when I was a teenager. It’s big enough for two people.”

Dean cuts up the waffle and feeds me a bite of sticky goodness. It melts in my mouth, and I let out an audible moan.

“Remind me to thank your mother for the cooking lessons,” I say around another bite.

Dean shoots Tyler a look, but he shakes his head.

“Ask her,” Dean insists.

Tyler’s visibly annoyed, and I’m more than a little confused.

“What?” I say, looking between the two of them. “You guys are starting to freak me out.”

Sighing, Tyler relents. “Thanksgiving is in two weeks. Dean wants you and Landon to have Thanksgiving with us down in St. Thomas.”

“But you don’t?” I ask, hurt. I know this is all still new, but I thought everything changed after last night. I thought we were together, really together.

“Our parents live in St. Thomas,” he says, and then I understand.

Tyler blames his dad for tearing us apart, and while I agree one hundred percent, a small part of me is grateful. We were too young to have a real relationship. We wouldn’t have lasted.

I get up from Dean’s lap and take Tyler’s hands in mine.

“Don’t let the past screw with your head,” I say, echoing Liv’s words. “We both needed to grow up, and now we’re back together. And I love you more than the eighteen-year-old me ever could.”

He leans over and kisses my forehead. “I fucking love you.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll book us a charter later this afternoon,” Dean says. “But right now, I’m going to go run you that bath.”

The rest of the weekend is heaven on earth. The guys go out of their way to spoil me. We spend a ton of time together. We rewatch the movie since I missed the ending and the boys try to teach me how to play some first-person shooter game on the Xbox.

I also get to spend time alone with each of them. I go for a swim with Dean in the mornings. In the afternoons, I take a walk with Tyler and Luther through the park.

Sunday night, as the sun sinks over the horizon, the mood in the apartment changes. Real life is pressing in, and everyone feels it. Tyler crawls into the shower, and Dean takes Luther on one more quick walk before we go to sleep. It’s the first time I’ve been alone in three days and the realization that the weekend is about over hits me.

I don't want to leave this cocoon of sex and love. I strip out of my clothes and crawl into bed, hoping Monday never comes.

I’m staring up at the ceiling, trying to hold back time with my thoughts, when my cell phone rings. I don’t recognize the number. A sick feeling settles in my belly as I swipe the screen to answer.

“Hello?”

“Is this Brenna Parker?’

“Yes,” I say, clutching the phone so hard my knuckles ace.

“This is Mrs. Weston, Landon’s band teacher. Landon is missing.”