Stacy
The library in this place is incredible.
I'm starting to get used to this mansion lifestyle. There's an ocean and mountain view from outside my window, a gourmet kitchen, theater, and let me just come right out and say it: there are gorgeous men to fuck.
I don't even have to leave this castle. They come to me.
I thought Kieran was the hottest thing I've ever seen, but then I met Carter. He fucked me so well that I slept like a baby and forgot all about wanting to fix my Percy problem.
Anyway, if I'm going to be confined to this palace I might as well catch up on my reading, and this place is stocked with all the classics, from Dickens to Thoreau, and new reads, too.
I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment imagining that my Heathcliff will come and save me. I know Carter and Kieran are sleeping here too, somewhere. I wish one of them would find me in here and make me come hard as I’m bent over the leather couch I'm currently nestled up in.
Carter is fucking hot but I still haven't experienced Kieran. With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and laid-back vibe, I think we could make some real magic happen.
Mind wanders to some truly naughty places as I imagine fucking both of them at once. Carter's licking my clit while Kieran claims me from behind. There are cocks everywhere, for every hole.
I’ve never imagined something like this before, but I’ve never been confronted with the insanely hot sex appeal that radiates from both of them. The idea of being double stuffed is so crazy hot that I pull my dress up and my panties down, tossing them to the side. Then I begin to touch myself right here in the library.
I don't care who walks in.
Maybe it'll be my fake husband Percy, and he'll know that even though he's trying to ruin my life I can be happy anywhere, even here in this luxurious prison.
I slide my fingers inside my pussy and the juices are already flowing. Gushing, really. I'm moaning loudly, and I spread out my legs, biting on my bottom lip as I feel electric shocks race up my spine.
Who doesn't get aroused by Heathcliff and his brooding personality? I’m already on an erotic edge and this just pushes me over it.
I hear people coming and quickly close my legs, pretending to have been absorbed in the book all along.
Percy's evil face peeks around the doorframe. Ugh, it was him. I should have just kept on going.
"There you are," he says. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I have someone I'd like you to meet."
Just then the most gorgeous, penetrating green eyes stare at me from behind Percy, raking over my body in a way that makes me feel like he’s imagining all kinds of filthy things he could do to me. Oh my God, he’s so fucking hot. What’s up with this house? It's like a place where the sexiest men on the planet converge. Percy excluded.
"Let me guess," I say. "It's your brother."
"I'm Nolan." He steps forward and I take in his built body. He’s all muscles, height, and chiseled good looks. His sandy colored hair is slightly messy on top and his tan skin makes him look like he’s just been hit by sunlight.
I long to graze my lips over every contour and line of his body. Like, I seriously want to lick this guy.
Yum.
I stand and approach them while he continues to check me out from top to bottom, not even bothering to hide it. My gaze drops to his hips, and holy fucking shit. The guy is huge. What is with the men in this family?
"I'm Stacy," I manage to say, but it comes out in more of a gasp because the sudden gush of wetness between my legs has nowhere to go but down. I didn’t have time to grab my panties when Percy showed up.
His eyes peruse everything from my unkempt hair to my blue eyes, to the thin dress I'm wearing and how it barely covers my ass. Fuck, he’s going to know I don’t have panties on soon at this rate because my juices are going to run right down my thighs.
Percy fake coughs.
I snap back to what’s going on, pushing thoughts of my missing panties away and add quickly, "I’m Percy's wife and—surprise—I'm pregnant."
Honestly, none of them could be buying this phony story. I'm not even sure why Percy's aiming to keep up this charade. His brothers see right through it, as evidenced by the fantastic fuck I had with Carter just yesterday.
"Stacy."
The way Nolan says my name makes me shiver with desire. I feel my nipples harden against my bra. They're aching to be free and for him to suck on them.
I immediately add him to my little fantasy I was just getting off to. I could get fucked by all three brothers here in this mansion. Um, yes please!
Then I would surely forget about Percy. He's a distant memory already as I just stand here taking in the awesomeness that is Nolan as he towers above me.
"I have to go," Percy says, though I barely hear him. "I have some important matters to attend to, but Nolan here is going to watch you. Don't even think about leaving, Stacy, because he’s not gonna budge."
"Fine, fine, whatever,” I tell him dismissively. “Just go then."
He turns to Nolan. “And you—stop looking at my pregnant wife like that, you sick fuck.”
Finally, he turns and leaves, and then it's just me and my newest fantasy, Nolan.
"Hi," I stammer, my ears roaring as the blood rushes from my brain straight down to my pulsing pussy. "So, you're really related to Percy, huh?"
God, that’s the best I’ve got?
"Not by blood," he says, his tone all deep and rumbly. I feel it all the way in my clit. "That part should be obvious."
"Oh, trust me, it is." I run the tip of my tongue between my lips, imagining what it might feel like to kiss him. "So, you're my prison guard now?"
His eyes close in on me. "If that's what you'd like to call it." There’s no pretense here. He knows there’s nothing between Percy and me, that our marriage is a total sham.
Being held captive by this incredibly muscular, attractive man is so not a bad thing. Not at all. I almost want to sink to my knees and start sucking his cock right now in appreciation of his pure maleness.
"And you grew up here?" I’m so ready to dispense with the small talk.
"I did, for a while. I'm John's stepson by his second marriage, so I spent some of my childhood here. It's not the same without him."
"I'm really sorry to hear about his death," I say earnestly. Death is always a messy subject and I don’t know what to say, but I know that I want to say something.
"It's okay. Really."
"So, Percy has you holding me captive then. Why are you doing it? Why don't you just let me go?"
He looks at me intently, and I feel nervous butterflies rise in the pit of my stomach. "Do you want to go?"
I don't answer, and thankfully we're interrupted by Kieran.
He slips into the library and my desire is off the charts. Oh fuck. My fantasy come to life. These two handsome guys size each other up, obviously posturing as they see who might win my attention.
God, if this is what it’s like in my new prison, sign me up for life with no parole.