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“That’s it, baby,” Quinn murmured in my ear. Quinn pushed me forward a little more so nearly half my dick was buried in Brody’s tight body. Brody’s eyes were back on me and I was relieved to see that the worst of the pain seemed to have passed for him. I felt Quinn lift off me a little and then his hand was at my hip, guiding me backwards just a little before pushing me forward. Another inch disappeared and Brody sighed.
“So good,” he said on a groan.
I pulled back and then gently thrust into him, making sure not to go too fast or too hard. I was rewarded with another grunt. I could still feel Quinn at my back, but he wasn’t controlling my moves any more.
I kept up the gentle strokes until my balls finally pressed up against Brody’s ass. I moaned at how good it felt and then leaned down to kiss him and then closed my hands over his where they were lying on the bed. His legs wrapped around my body as he returned the deep kiss. I would have been happy to just lie there like that and explore his mouth, but my body had other ideas and my hips began moving. I kept the pace slow as I worked myself in and out of him, using the sounds he made and the way he kissed me to gauge his reactions.
“More,” Brody whispered against my lips and I increased my pace.
“You feel so good,” I said and then immediately felt foolish for the simplistic statement. He felt so much better than good.
“It’s so perfect, Beck,” he murmured. “Knew it would be,” he said softly and then he was kissing me again.
I began driving into him harder as our hips slapped together. But I stilled when I felt Quinn’s fingers dip between the globes of my ass and brush over my hole. The cool lube felt good against my hot skin and the reminder of what was still to come had me sucking in deep mouthfuls of air in the hopes of staving off my orgasm. Quinn leaned over me as he began pushing his finger inside of me. When he glanced over that spot inside me that had nearly driven me insane with pleasure that night in the bathroom I said, “Don’t prep me too much – I’m not going to last.”
Quinn nuzzled my neck. “Just a little more,” he murmured. “You two are so fucking beautiful together,” he added and then his lips sealed over mine. I groaned as his finger slid all the way in. He leaned past me to kiss Brody. His finger fucked into me over and over even as his tongue drove into Brody’s mouth. I couldn’t help but think it was like he was fucking us both at the same time.
“Quinn, please,” I managed to get out. Between the erotic sight of the two men going at each other, Quinn’s thick finger thrusting in and out of me and the way Brody’s inner muscles were clenched around my cock, I was so close to the edge that I couldn’t even be sure I’d last once Quinn got inside of me.
Quinn took pity on me and reared back long enough to replace his finger with his cock. He held my hips as he began to push into me, preventing me from trying to thrust even deeper into Brody’s pliant body. It wasn’t until I felt his heavy balls brush against my ass that I felt like I could breathe.
Tears threatened to fall as I realized they’d both given me exactly what I’d asked for. Me between them, surrounded. It wasn’t until Brody released one of his hands from mine to brush over my cheek that I realized I hadn’t managed to stem the tears after all. But he didn’t call me on it. Instead, he pulled me down for the gentlest of kisses and then pressed my head against his chest. “We’ve got you, Beck.”
I nodded, but that was all I could do as Quinn began to fuck into me with even, smooth glides. There was no pain, no burn. Just a feeling of rightness. Within moments, Quinn was releasing his death grip on my hips and then he was shoving me flat against Brody as his entire weight came down on my back. His hands closed over my shoulders and his mouth pressed against the back of my neck as he increased the pace. Since he wasn’t holding my hips anymore, every time he drove forward, he sent me deeper into Brody’s body. I began matching his moves as he pulled back, but I allowed him to control how quick and how hard I fucked Brody. I clung to Brody with every powerful surge of our bodies coming together and I reveled in the sensation of Quinn’s strong fingers digging into my skin, his hot breath near my ear. I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the grunts falling from his lips as his passion grew. My own orgasm was so very close, but I fought it. Not because I was afraid of it. But because I never wanted this moment to end.
I never wanted another moment where they weren’t a part of it.
We became a mass of limbs, wet, hot skin sliding over skin, moans, whispers and unspoken promises as we moved in perfect unison.
As one.
I felt Brody’s inner muscles begin to ripple around my cock and I knew that would send me over, so I slipped my hand between our bodies and closed it around his shaft. I’d ended up smearing enough lube on him earlier when I’d pressed my wet cock against his before entering him, so my strokes were smooth. I matched my rhythm to Quinn’s brutal thrusts and within seconds, Brody’s eyes closed and his mouth opened on an agonized cry. A strangled moan tore free of my own throat when he yelled mine and Quinn’s names and then everything went dark as nerve-shattering pleasure ripped through my entire body at once. I spilled into the condom over and over as Quinn fucked into me with jerky strokes. He shouted in my ear as his release hit him and despite that latex barrier separating us, I felt his heat scorch my insides.
I had no idea how much time passed as we lay there together like that. Quinn was heavy on my back, but I loved it. And I loved the feeling of Brody’s semen stuck between us. I felt lips ghosting over my temple – Quinn’s lips. Fingers were playing with my hair – Brody’s fingers.
The sex was over, but they were still with me.
Even as it confused me, it thrilled me. In my heart, I’d known it wouldn’t be over once they’d gotten off, but my mind was slow to catch up. So there was no surprise when we were finally forced to move that one of them stayed in bed with me and peppered me with soft kisses and touches as the other went to get a washcloth to clean us up. And as my tired eyes gave up the fight and drifted closed, I had no doubt that both men would be at my side in the morning when I woke up.
And that they’d also be there when the nightmares inevitably returned.
ChapterSixteen
Quinn
Ikept one eye on Beck as the guests for our dress rehearsal trail ride started arriving and that was only because, despite the fact that he hadn’t panicked after our sexual encounter a few nights earlier or any of the others that had followed, I knew in my heart Brody and I hadn’t “fixed” whatever was broken inside of him. I couldn’t put my finger on how I knew that, I just did. Maybe it was how quiet he got after we had sex. If he didn’t fall asleep right away, then he’d lay between me and Brody and literally cling to us, but he wouldn’t say anything. And no amount of kissing, touching or reassurances that we weren’t going anywhere relaxed him. It wasn’t until he fell asleep that he ever finally looked at peace.
But the biggest clue was the continuing nightmares. They’d become more frequent and more violent. Not towards me and Brody, but towards himself. He’d thrash and cry out the same damn two words over and over and we’d stopped him more than once as his fisted hands had begun striking his own body.
I’m sorry.
Those were the words Beck would repeat on a loop until we woke him up and I’d come to dread hearing them fall from his lips. Because I knew in my heart that he had nothing to be sorry about. Whatever had happened to him, had been done to him. But those words proved his mind didn’t see it that way.
Worrying about Beck left me little time to dwell on my own feelings, which was a good thing, because I was more confused than I’d ever been in my entire life. After losing Griff, I’d promised myself I’d never let myself become so attached to another person that my life didn’t exist separate from theirs. But deep down I knew that was what was happening. My every waking moment was caught up in Brody and Beck and I’d gotten to the point that I couldn’t go more than a few minutes without wondering what they were up to and looking forward to the moment I’d see them again. Even when we were doing something as benign as cooking dinner or watching TV, I found myself needing their touches or their laughs or their smiles. Those things became fuel for me. They were as necessary as breathing.
I hadn’t even had that level of need with Griff.
And that was exactly what I was struggling with the most.
