Destined (7 page)

By her sudden shriek and flex of
her hips, Sinclair alerted him to Ashton’s sensual assault on her clit. Her
hands came up from her death grip on the sheet and scrabbled toward Ash, but
were foiled by Craig being in the way. She shoved at him and panted in short,
sharp breaths before coming right before his fascinated eyes. Her beautiful
face contorted with the sweetest of agony, and she froze in place, her
breathing pausing for an instant before she sucked in a huge draught of air.

Craig knew his brother was petting
her down from her release, the fine dew of perspiration coating her upper
chest. He traced a finger through it and wondered how much she’d given her
brother to taste between her thighs. He couldn’t wait to find out. Sinclair
blinked her pale eyes open, and the crystalline brilliance transfixed him.

“I never…” She tapered off and gave
him a blissful smile.

“Hey, honey.” Ashton glided up to
steal the smile, and Craig marveled at the urge to punch his brother right in
his glistening, slicked mouth. He’d never felt jealous before, not with any of
their other shared women, but it was going to be tough to share even one of Sinclair’s
smiles. But then the feeling passed, having underscored how much she meant to
him. Sinclair deserved everything they could offer her, and they’d take
whatever she gave back. And treasure it.

“Hey.” Sinclair looked at Ashton as
though he’d invented chocolate, and Craig distracted her by a gentle tweak of
her nipple, relishing the way she turned her attention to him.

“Honey, I have to ask.
Before we fuck you.”
Craig automatically soothed Sinclair’s
sudden tension and stared at his brother, who clearly knew something he didn’t.
Sinclair recognized what Ash was asking, by her response.

“I was going to tell you. But I got
distracted. But you should know. I’ve never done this before.”

By Ashton’s caring smile, Craig
figured out she wasn’t referring to ménage, and his heart skipped a beat. How
could he and his brother have pushed this woman away? She’d saved herself for
them. And now he wondered how this was going to play out.
Rock,
paper, scissors?
Inwardly cursing his irreverence, knowing it was his
way of dealing with momentous news and to distract himself, he looked at his
brother.

Ash appeared as peaceful as he’d
ever seen him, if one could get past a raging erection. Craig was so hard he
hurt, so he could empathize. He knew his elder brother would take care of her,
and they didn’t need to decide who would have her first. Craig personally
couldn’t wait to experience Sinclair’s sweet mouth around his cock.

“We’ll make it good for you, honey.”

“You’d better.” Ah, feisty Sinclair
was back. They might choose to take charge in the bedroom, but she’d match them
every place else.
Except when it came to her taking stupid
risks.
Not that he was revisiting that because then he’d have to
remember his and Ash’s actions, driving her from them.

Craig cupped a breast and then
rolled away to fish in the dresser drawer for some lube. Finding none, he
pushed to his feet. “Be right back.”

****

“Ash?”
His
sweet Sinclair snuggled into him.

“Honey?”

“I really want you. Just a little
nervous is all.” Her hair spread out in waves and tangles over the middle
pillow, the darkness such a contrast to the white of the fabric. Her eyes still
slumberous from her orgasm, she pursed her full lips, and he stole a kiss.

Pulling back, he passed a hand over
her beautifully shaped breasts, enjoying how the tips hardened under his touch,
reddened from Craig’s avid mouth. He liked that she hadn’t shaved her pubic
hair, but had kept it cropped close, her labia easily accessible to his touch.
Her scent and taste had driven him mad—witness his aching, throbbing cock—but
he was damned if he’d rush her. He had better control than that, as did his
brother, although he wanted her so bad he could pound nails. He’d heard that
old adage before but never believed it until now. Denying his feelings for
Sinclair all these years made their release and acceptance a truly momentous
thing.

“It’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll
make it good for you.”

“
We’ll
make it good for you.” Craig sauntered in, making Sinclair’s
eyes widen as she took in his naked state and obvious arousal. The tube of
lubrication and strip of condoms dangling from his hand appeared to take her
attention next, and she raised her eyebrows. Ashton touched her shoulder.

“We’ll
both
make it good for you,” he agreed, and reached for a condom.
“This is something you’ll do for us in the future, honey.”

“I’m on birth control,” she
offered. “I’d hoped…”

Loving her blush, Ash explained. “And
we always glove up, but we’re getting tested anyhow, before we ditch the
condoms. You’re a priority. Now pay attention.”

Sinclair’s eyes were like saucers,
and she watched carefully as he ripped the packet open, and after centering the
circle on the head of his dick, he rolled it down.

“Allow me.” Craig squirted a goodly
amount into Ash’s hand and took some onto his own fingers. As Ash coated the
condom, Craig put a knee on the bed and leaned over Sinclair, who flashed her
gaze toward him.

“Open your
legs,
honey. Let Craig get you ready.”

A flush climbed her chest from the
upper slope of her breasts to color her throat and further pink her cheeks. He
squeezed her hand.

“No modesty in ménage, Sinclair.
We’ll know your body like our own in time. And you’ll know ours. Now, spread
wide for Craig.”

Her eyes sparkled at his alpha
challenge, and he made a mental note to talk dirty a whole lot in the future.
Craig’s sound of approval told him she’d done as she was told, but Ash didn’t
take his eyes off her face. She was lovely. And everything they could ever
want. A tiny flinch made him aware she was experiencing some discomfort, but it
immediately passed. They’d never had a virgin before, and he was damned if they
wouldn’t do right by her.

“She’s pretty wet, Ash. Our girl
likes this. But I’ll just make sure…”

“Oh. Oh, not again. Craig. I don’t
think—”

Ash bit back a chuckle and cupped a
breast in either hand. Sinclair’s came up to grasp his wrists, and her
fingernails bit in as she gave herself up to another orgasm. He relished the
tiny pain and enjoyed the way her nipples tightened even more.

“Just a little one, darlin’,” Craig
said, as he dropped a kiss on her belly and clambered up beside her. “Wanted to
relax you some, but not make that sweet pussy too swollen for Ash to plunder.”

“Don’t you fucking scare
her.
” Ash was snapping at his brother, and he knew it, but
he was so possessive and protective of their woman. They’d be working this out
for some time.
Maybe because no woman had ever meant so
much—and never would.
And they had come so close to losing her.

Easing over her lax body, he
carefully positioned and distributed his weight so as not to overwhelm her, and
lowered his lips to hers. She instinctively hitched wider to make a place for
him between her thighs, and the silken skin cradled his hips. He stared into her
eyes and maneuvered his desperate cock against her folds, the head slipping
between them on the copious amounts of lube Craig had deposited there. Tiny
breaths of air tickled his mouth as Sinclair waited for his ultimate
possession.

“Guide me, Sinclair.” His request
emerged on a groan. He didn’t want to spend before he got inside of her, and
nearly went off when her tentative grasp flirted with his control. She placed
him at her entrance, and he worked past the tight muscles guarding her there
before she tensed.

Pressing his forehead against hers,
he somehow kept his eyes open, willing her to relax and feel him. Her hands now
fluttered over his shoulders, little butterfly movements. Craig crooned
endearments alongside, and Ash knew his brother was stroking Sinclair wherever
there was any available skin to touch. Accepting the inevitable, he snapped his
hips and drove past the fragile barrier, her flinch and gasp driving a shard of
sympathetic pain into his gut. He froze and let her adjust.

“
S’okay
, honey.”

Shakily, she nodded, and he took
that as tacit approval to continue. The feel of her slick heat and oh-so-tight
sheath squeezing his cock like a fist he could never hope to replicate, had him
grinding his teeth, staving off an explosion from his anguished balls. He took
most of his weight on his elbows and began to thrust, the drag of her swollen
tissues a sweet torture.

****

Sex didn’t feel terribly great, she
decided, but the sight of her beloved Ashton so obviously doing his best to
make it good for her, while struggling against his own release, and the way
Craig inserted himself into their union to enhance the experience made her
heart race. They were all so close, and that was all she wanted. And then it
got better. The slight pain had passed, and with each rhythmic thrust of Ash’s
sizeable cock, her own rhythm surged and her hips rocked in tandem. Flickers of
energy teased inside her channel, up near her womb, and broke over her belly.
She let her moans of appreciation slip free, and Ashton increased his efforts,
tiny beads of sweat coating his brow, as he rose up to change the angle of his
penetration.

Something soft touched her cheek, a
musky scent filling her senses, and she turned her head to find Craig’s cock at
her lips, the wide head anointed with moisture. The thick pillow she lay on
lifted her face enough to support her neck, and without letting herself think
about it, she opened her mouth and let him slide inside. It was difficult to
multitask, her body responding to Ash’s concerted efforts at driving her to the
heights again. But Craig’s salty taste, and the sensation of him shuttling in
and out of her mouth, much as his brother was taking her pussy, was so freaking
erotic she was nearly overwhelmed. She knew enough to suck the engorged flesh,
and experimented with using her tongue in concert with the movements of the cock
she was bearing down on, to the sound of Ash’s intelligible muttering. Craig
moaned his own encouragement and called her dirty, sexy names.

Losing
herself
in the loving carnality of it all, Sinclair felt the now familiar signals of a
burgeoning orgasm and held hard against it, the throbbing pleasure causing her
to clamp furiously around Ashton, and her throat relaxed to accept and strangle
the head of Craig’s cock. Hot liquid spurted out at his startled shout before
he pulled back, and she swallowed his essence, thrilled with the mastery of her
first blow job. Ashton shuddered, his cock pulsing deep inside her, and his
arms slipped around to hug her close, the weight of him driving the air from
her lungs, but not detracting from his whispered words of love.
 

He rolled her onto their sides, his
softening cock slipped from her channel, and then he turned to deal with the
condom. Craig urged her to face him and cradled her head in his hands. That
lock of hair trailed over his forehead, and his craggy features were softened
with his very apparent feelings for her.

“Love you, darlin’. Hope you got
everything you were looking for.”

It was an effort to form any
coherent thought, and Ashton, now pressing against her back, a heated, muscled
length of comfort with a stirring erection fitting between her buttocks, didn’t
help matters. She could get used to this.

“Maybe,” she allowed, and
suppressed a grin at the way Craig’s eyes narrowed. Ashton was a little more
direct. He pinched her ass again, and she giggled. “All I meant was that I’m
certain you
have
more to bring, what with your
experience and all.”

“We’ll be pleased to have you
benefit from that experience, honey.” Ashton’s promise was a sensual purr, his
breath whispering across the nape of her neck. Craig smiled his assent, and it
was an evil smile indeed.

Sinclair didn’t care what they
brought. She’d had her first taste of ménage and couldn’t wait for bigger
bites.

“This is forever, Sinclair.” Ashton
sealed his proclamation with another breath-stealing kiss.

Craig barely gave her time to
process the depth of Ash’s statement before he, too, kissed her soundly.
“Forever.”

With a sigh, she snuggled between
them. “I always knew we were destined.”

The End

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