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I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. "Shh," I soothed. "Mason's right, he was a right bloody bastard and he can't hurt you ever again. You took care of that yourself, didn't you, sweetheart? We're so proud of you. No more about Palmer. I don't want him in this bedroom with us."
Hot tears rushed down her cheeks again, but this time it was more from overwhelming emotion than fear. "I...I didn't think I would see you again. Oh, your hands feel so good." Her head tilted back and I kissed up the nape of her neck. "All I thought about was you. Getting to you. Being with you. I...I need you. Both of you."
She became bold then, empowered by the threat that danger had held over her. She reached up and worked at Mason's shirt. Her overwhelming emotions shifted to frantic need and her fingers fumbled. "Please, I need you. I need you both. Make Palmer go away. Take me."
Fervently, she kissed Mason's chest that had been exposed. "I know...you have been waiting...." Each pause in her words was a kiss. "I need both of you. I want to truly be yours."
I tugged on Laurel's hair, forcing her head to turn. It wasn't rough, but I wasn't gentle either. Her wild eyes met mine. She needed this. She needed someone to be in charge, to make her forget. To make her let go. She'd taken care of Palmer, and now we'd take care of her. "Together? You want to take us together, sweetheart?"
Instead of answering, she took my hand and put it between her thighs, my fingers slipping over her slick folds. She was dripping wet and I could feel her clit, hard and pulsing. She looked over her shoulder, took Mason's hand and brought it between her legs from behind. A gasp escaped her lips as Mason must have brushed a finger over her sensitive rosebud.
She pressed her hand over my cock through my pants, but I had a clear enough head to tell her no. "You're not in charge, Laurel, your husbands are. We decide when we fuck you and how." I didn't move her hand away, but curled one finger just inside her opening to make her hand fall away. Her eyes slipped shut and she moaned.
Her nipples hardened at my stern words and the touch of my finger.
"Do you want me to fill your arse with my cock?" Mason asked as
he nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.
Laurel angled her head, offering Mason better access, and nodded her head.
"Then we should see if you're ready. Up on the bed on your hands and knees, arse up in the air."
Mason made space for her to move and she readily complied, settling onto the middle of the bed on her knees, then lowered her cheek to the quilt, her green eyes on us. It was the perfect submissive pose, her pussy and arse on perfect display, showing us what was ours. Her pussy lips were the prettiest pink and furled open, exposing her narrow passage and pale pearl. The lovely thatch of fiery red hair was directly below. Her back entrance winked at us, still a hint of slick ointment from our play earlier. With the way she took the plug this morning, I knew she'd be ready for us, but since Mason would claim her arse, he would take the time to ensure she could take him.
I stripped off my clothes with haste and took in the sight of Laurel's perfect body. Her breasts hung down heavily, the nipples plump. My mouth watered wanting to taste them again. My cock bobbed and ached for her. Mason's eyes met mine. He nodded. It was time.
I moved to sit on the bed, my back propped up against the headboard, spreading my legs so they were on either side of Laurel's shoulders. She looked up at me from her position on her forearms; she was so eager, so ready. I crooked my finger. "Come here, sweetheart."
She pushed up onto her hands and she crawled toward me, her breasts swaying beneath her as she did so. She stopped with her mouth just inches from my burgeoning cock. I grabbed hold of the base and stroked up and down the length, clear fluid oozing from the tip and down over my fingers. Just seeing her mouth there, her lips wet from her tongue had my hips shifting.
"Suck my cock, sweetheart."
Her eyes held mine briefly, then dropped to my cock. She licked her lips, then lowered her head, licking the broad head clean, but didn't linger, taking the entire length into her mouth. I hissed out a breath at the hot, wet feel of her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the head, then swirled up and down the length.
I saw Mason grab the jar of ointment and dip his fingers in before running them over her arse. With Laurel's head dipped down over my cock, I could see what he was doing, watch as he easily slipped a finger in. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations making my balls draw up tight.
"She easily took one finger. Take a deep breath, sweetheart, I'm going to add another," Mason told her.
I felt her hot breath on my fist as she breathed in, and then exhaled. Mason worked the second finger in beside the first and Laurel wiggled her hips. She moaned around my cock again, eyes widening at being stretched so.
"Jesus, Mason, I won't last if she keeps making noises like that." I was breathing hard and my hands were clenched in the quilt; she was that good.
I saw his fingers scissor and stretch her open even more, then slip in to the first knuckle. Mason met my gaze.
"She's ready."
Cupping her cheek with one hand, I lifted her bobbing head off my cock. I slipped down the bed so my head was on the pillow and her face was directly above mine. "Climb up and ride me."
She looked down between us at my cock, which was pointing straight at her navel. She put one knee by my hip, then the other so she straddled my waist. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto my cock, seating herself directly onto me so I filled her completely. She was tight and wet and hot and...perfect. This was where I wanted to be, where I belonged.
"Brody, oh, you feel so good, but I want both of you."
Mason leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
"And you will. Right now."
LAUREL
