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“Why? How is it just for you, Sam?” She pulled the shirt from his jeans, her nails raking his abdomen with piercing pleasure.
“They’re part of me.” Sam struggled to put the feeling into words, to explain the needs. “If you’re with them, Heather, you’re with all of me.”
“How, Sam?” She pulled at the snap of his jeans. “How is being with your brothers being with you?”
He struggled through the morass of sensations and emotions. Her voice was hot, aroused, searing him as deeply as the touch of her hands seared through his flesh.
“Because, Heather.” He ran his hands through her hair, gripping the back of her head as he lifted her face until she was staring deeply into his eyes. “Because they love you too, baby. Just as deep and just as true as I love you.”
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Heather’s heart exploded in her chest as he whispered the words. His eyes, more gray than blue now, stared down at her, his expression creased into lines of arousal and pleasure as Brock and Cade came around her. Hands moved over her back, her waist, lips smoothed across her shoulder.
“Sam.” She trembled, aroused past bearing yet so nervous she could feel her body trembling. “I’m nervous. Real nervous.” Talking was more difficult than she could have imagined as she saw Brock move from her side and jerk the large Futon mattress from its place on the couch. “You guys really need a bedroom for this,” she gasped as she felt Cade move her hair aside and brush her nape with his lips.
The room dipped and swayed as Sam lifted her into his arms and carried her to where Brock had laid out the overly thick pad in the middle of the floor. Sam lowered her gently to the mattress, then rose only long enough to tear his clothes and shoes from his body.
Heather stared up at him, trembling from the inside out as anticipation and a small measure of fear rushed through her body. She looked at Brock, at Cade. They were naked, their cocks thick and hard, their expressions, adoring. It wasn’t lust, it was love. Affection, sexual excitement and a sense of bonding, just as Marly had sworn it was. They moved as one, their concentration on her, their expressions tender, loving, darkly sensual.
“You’re so pretty, Heather.” Sam came down beside her, his arms enfolding her as he pushed her hair back from her face, his hands trailing lingeringly down her cheek. “So damned beautiful that I can barely believe you’re here, in my arms, as I need you.”
She stared up at him, fighting to breathe, fighting to concentrate on Sam alone as Brock stretched out beside her on his side and Cade knelt at her feet. She licked her lips nervously, her hand gripping Sam’s arm as he stroked her abdomen.
“Only as far as you can go, Heather.” A smile tipped his lips, but his eyes were filled with confidence.
“I’m not scared,” she tried to snap, but her voice was weak with arousal and nerves.
“No, you’re not scared,” he whispered. “You’re a miracle. A miracle to all of us, baby.”
His head lowered then, his lips catching hers in a kiss that had her moaning with rising need as she rose up to meet it. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips, tangling with her tongue as the extreme eroticism of the three men around her began to pulse through her bloodstream.
She turned in his arms, reaching for him, needing the soul clenching warmth that his kiss instilled in her. As she did, she felt hands behind her, below her, heard whispered phrases a second before male lips brushed her shoulder, then the calf of her leg.
She cried out into the kiss, arching closer to Sam as he moaned hungrily against her lips, and a broad palm, Sam’s or Brock’s, enclosed the curve of her swollen breast as her leg was lifted, settled over Brock’s thigh and warm lips caressed to her knee.
“Sam!” She broke away from his kiss, fighting for breath as the sexual intensity rose inside her.
“Just feel, Heather,” he whispered, desperation ringing in his voice as his lips moved down the front of her arched neck. Her head was resting on Brock’s shoulder as his lips and tongue stroked the side of her neck, his hand lifting her breast to Sam’s eager mouth.
Farther below, Cade’s mouth was moving closer, closer to the soaked center of her body.
“Dear God!” she screamed as Sam’s lips closed over her hard nipple at the same second Cade’s tongue swiped through the creamy slit of her cunt.
She climaxed. Just that easily, that quickly, her body pulsed then shattered, the intensity of sensation exploding through her system as Cade thrust his tongue deep and hard inside her spasming pussy, stroking, licking the rush of liquid release that poured from her.
She was twisting in their grip then, hunching against Cade’s mouth as he held her leg up to fit himself deeper between her thighs. Sam’s mouth was suckling hungrily at her breast, then moving to the next as Brock moved behind her, and she was stretched out, her hips arching to Cade as Brock covered her other nipple.
Heather was desperate. Racked by such pleasure, such sexual extremes she felt as though insanity was only moments away.
“Sam?” Cade’s voice was rough, a question, a heated demand as he rose between her thighs.
Looking over the two heads lowered to her nipples, Heather gasped. Cade’s cock was thick and erect, pulling down from his body, heavy and demanding. She watched Sam’s then Brock’s hands as they went to her thighs, lifting them, opening her for the older brother.
“Heather.” Sam’s head lifted, staring into her eyes as dazed pleasure and excitement ricocheted through her body.
They were too much alike. Looked too much alike, responded sexually too much alike. Dear God, it was like fucking three Sams. Her pussy was flooding, clenching in greedy need as her anus clenched on the thick butt plug she had inserted an hour before.
“Sam, she’s using a plug.” Heather cried out as she felt Cade’s fingers at the base of the device.
