Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) (11 page)

“Five years,” he said.

“Maybe three,” she laughed, relief sinking through her. “I want a few and I don’t want to be pregnant and nursing for years straight. And I want you guys to work this…
thing
…out between you. That house isn’t big enough for an elephant to live with us too. We’d get squashed left and right.”

Patrick looked at Sim then sat up, tension straining his face. Sim straightened as well, and she suddenly felt like the battle line between two combatants. A glance to the side showed Conlin and Regan had busied themselves with each other. Con had Regan’s chest flattened against a large tree while he ground into the man’s clothed ass. With them occupied, it was just the three of them. She looked back at Patrick as he studied Sim.

“I’m not ready for sex,” he said. “I don’t know if I ever will be.”

Sim nodded, but she didn’t miss the disappointment in his eyes. Neither of them could push Patrick. Being with Sim had to be his decision in his own time.

Patrick reached over her to cup Sim’s cheek. “I’m not saying I won’t try to get there.”

Sim nodded, and both men appeared misty, but that could have been her own eyes tearing up. She sniffled and they gazed down at her.

“You okay?” Sim asked.

She nodded, feeling as if almost everything had fallen into place. The two of them would be an anchor for her—not to hold her back but to keep her focused on what was important to her. Them, her family, Daly… Being a vet was important but not in her top three. Still, she knew that part would still happen even if she didn’t have her own practice.

But she couldn’t verbalize her answer yet. This weekend was supposed to be about sex not commitments. They needed fun and fantasy and learning to function as a unit.

Scooting away from them, she stood at the edge of the blanket. Quickly, she pulled off her shirt and tossed in on the blanket. Her bra followed.

She shivered as the cool May air licked over her taut nipples. She closed her eyes and cupped her breasts. Knowing she had the rapt attention of at least two of the men, she plucked at the tips, pulling and rolling until she heard them groan. Slowly, she moved a hand down her belly and into her jeans. As she knew she would, she found her pussy slick with her arousal. She moaned, pushing her fingers as deep as she could.

She felt a man against her back, his hands clasping her arms. “Mmm…yeah…” Conlin muttered, and she knew he and Regan were ready to rejoin the party. “Get those fingers nice and wet. I want to suck them off while Regan sucks me off.”

Despite herself, another flow of cream flooded her fingers and she whimpered.

“Keep going,” he told her. “Give those men of yours a show. Use your other hand to open your jeans. Give us your orgasm while we watch.”

His fingers were tight, letting her know he wouldn’t release her until her climax overwhelmed her. Following his instruction, she shoved down her pants. They clung to her, halfway down her thighs. She’d never felt so…torrid. She liked the naughtiness of being partially clothed while she pleasured herself for them. Her entire hand was wet from her juices, and she felt her stomach clenching. Her pussy flexed around her fingers. Her thighs warmed as her climax built.

She dropped back her head resting it on Conlin. He breathed heavily as her masturbation aroused him. His cock pressed into her back.

Her eyes slitted open and she found the other men had opened their pants and were stroking their cocks while they watched her. She imagined one of their cocks driving into her while the others watched. While even people she didn’t know watched. While she was the prisoner for their desires.

Regan climbed to his feet and walked behind them. She startled but didn’t slow as he reached around both of them and pinched her nipples hard.

“Ah…God…” she screamed as her cunt clamped onto her shuttling fingers, fire flowing into her breasts as Regan let go. Behind her, she felt Con’s pants sliding down.

Suddenly, he jerked. “Fuck,” he let out on a guttural moan. “Hard, Regan. Don’t stop, Verity. Come again…”

She wasn’t sure she could keep moving…

Patrick saved her from it. He crawled over to her and pulled off her boots and jeans. Holding her gaze, he rose. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom packet. In moments, he had it on. Lifting her, he brought her down on his cock. She heard more foil then hands behind her—not Conlin’s. He still held her tight by the upper arms. Regan… It was Regan. Cool gel-covered fingers pressed to her anus and she gasped at the cold against her super-heated passage. Determinedly, he pushed a finger inside her and past her clenching ring of muscles. All the while Patrick thrust into her cunt.

Soon, Regan as fucking her with several fingers while Patrick claimed her pussy. Coiling, clenching pleasure tore and built inside her, destroying her resistance, doubling her tension. Another douse of lubricant entered her anus then Conlin’s long width pushed inside, so much bigger than Regan’s fingers had prepared her for.

Patrick and Regan quickly learned each other’s rhythms and pummeled into their lovers in unison. As Patrick drove into her, Regan shoved into Con forcing the man into her. Con grabbed her hand and sucked away the essence lingering on her fingers.

Through a haze, she saw Sim move behind Patrick. He had on a condom too. He held up a lube packet.

“Will you take my fingers?” he asked.

Her world seemed to pause and hold its breath while she waited for Patrick’s response. Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed Sim’s head with one hand and kissed him.

“Just fucking do it,” he said. “Do it before I think about it.”

Grinning, Sim ripped open the packet and slicked his fingers. Patrick’s face contorted, and a deep moan growled from his chest. His pace faltered but he didn’t stop. Conlin steadied her as the strokes grew slower.

Grasping Patrick’s face between two hands, she drew him to her. “I love you,” she whispered. He didn’t respond, his eyes squeezed shut and his breath shuddering while Sim finger fucked him. Patrick’s head dropped to her shoulder. Behind him, she saw Sim adding more lube to his hand and greasing up his cock. Watching her, he spread Patrick’s ass and lined up his cock with the man’s anus.

“I love you,” she whispered in Patrick’s ear as the head of Sim’s cock pushed forward. Patrick’s fingers clenched on her hips and she knew she’d have bruises. She didn’t care. She’d only wished they were permanent so she’d have a forever reminder of this monumental moment.

“Push back on him and let him,” she urged, knowing he knew how to do this. They’d both taken her anally. They’d both instructed her. His hands grew even tighter as Sim moved deeper.

“Shit. Shit…Shit…” he muttered.

She brought her legs up around Sim too and crossed her ankles. All four of the men surged forward. She cried out at the force of being in the middle of all of them. Catching the hair at the crown of Patrick’s head, she dragged back his head and kissed him with all the power surrounding and filling her.

Pressure clamped low in her belly. She could barely catch her breath. Blood screamed past her ears. She was going to come and when she did, she knew she’d set off an explosion unlike she’d ever felt.

“Oh…God…please,” she begged wanting it to last longer yet needing the release that hung just beyond her grasp. “Please…oh God…oh…
Oh!”
she screeched as her body took over and plucked control from her grasp.

She was screaming, writhing, feeling flesh and muscle undulating around her. Patrick’s tongue shoved into her mouth as she heard the men around her losing themselves. Conlin pressed his mouth to the back of her neck. She reached up behind her and held him. Regan kissed her arm.

They tumbled to the blanket in a tangled mess of limbs. Verity couldn’t move, even if she’d wanted to, even if they weren’t all mostly connected. She felt as limp and formless as melted candle wax. As the breeze blew over them and the leaves rustled overhead, her awareness drifted.

Distantly, she sensed Sim petting the side of Patrick’s head and soothing him. The moment was so intimate, tears pricked her lids. Patrick caught her gaze, his face filled with vulnerability.

“I love you,” she mouthed.

The tenderness in his face wrapped around her. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, his eyes returning her words.

“Welcome home, Verity.”

Epilogue

Verity was stir crazy. The house was cleaned to perfection. She’d baked enough cookies to supply the Girl Scouts for their next campaign. She’d sent resumes around until she thought she might run out of paper. There’d been no bites, even from regular veterinary offices. She’d gotten top marks; she just didn’t understand the problem.

Fear was beginning to well up inside her. The past three months with Sim and Patrick had been nothing short of bliss, but she couldn’t find a job. Her father wasn’t budging. He seemed to think he was fine, and indeed, he seemed to be. He also thought she should settle down and give him grandbabies.

She didn’t want to settle down until she knew where this search would leave her. Pain squeezed her chest whenever she considered being without her two men. Daly was her home. They were her home.

But her prospects were looking grim.

She stared down at the desk where she often worked. An email she’d printed lay there. A ranch in Montana had somehow heard of her and was asking her to come interview with them. It was only a couple hours north of here. Maybe something could be worked out.

A long-distance relationship? Who was she fooling? No one would be happy with that.

Shaking her head, she slipped the note into a folder as she heard one of the men coming downstairs. She’d left them alone in bed this morning. They were still discovering their relationship, sex and interaction—much of which included her. The way they made sex three-way never ceased to astound her. Bliss…perfection…all those sappy words newlyweds tossed around.

It looked like she wouldn’t be one of them anytime soon. Restlessness tumbled in her middle. It wasn’t the sort urging her to leave. It begged her to settle down.

Patrick came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Morning, love,” he murmured. He kissed the back of her head while one of his hands strayed up toward her breast.

“Never enough sex,” she accused with a laugh.

“Good to hear,” he replied, deliberately misunderstanding. “Come back to bed so we can exhaust you with our never ending supply of love.”

“You mean of hot, hard, pounding sex?”

“That too, but you know what I mean, brat.” He turned her and captured her bottom lip. “We love you more than life.”

“I love you, too.” Tears pricked her lids and she blinked them away. Please, God, she didn’t want to leave here.

“Now come back to bed so we can mark you up.”

She raised a brow, amused that he knew she liked when they were a little rough. “Now why would you want to do that?”

“Con and Regan are flying in for the weekend. You know how those boys are. Sim and I will barely be able to get a cock in between them monopolizing you for the next forty-eight hours.”

“Poor baby,” she teased. “That’s what you get for introducing me to your friends and letting them have my body.” Already, her body was ramping up at the idea of being in bed with the four men again—not that Sim and Patrick didn’t fully arouse her and keep her busy. She’d be happy with just them forever, but Con and Regan added an extra touch of naughty excitement she loved too.

And maybe while keeping them all busy, she’d be distracted from her job problem.

“Give you to them? Hardly. Besides, we want to remind them that they can’t abscond away with you.”

“Abscond?”

“Sim’s not the only one who uses big words.” He lifted her onto the desk and lifted the big T-shirt she wore. Thankfully, she’d gone on the pill so they didn’t have to worry as much about condoms. His cock pressed to her opening.

She leaned back on her hands and opened her legs wide, smiling at her favorite mechanic.

“Fill her up.”

“Jesus, Verity,” he groaned as he drove forward.

“Save a horse; ride a veterinarian?” she tried pulling him down on her.

“Any day of the week.”

* * * *

They decided indeed to go riding—at the Flying D. Since it was a long holiday weekend, Patrick took off from the shop and they had a picnic—a real picnic with a little extra spice thrown in—before their friends came in.

When they returned to the barn afterward, they dismounted and led their horses inside the clean, spacious area. The Flying D owner, Robert, was inside looking at a small group of horses with a couple of his men. His arms were crossed over his chest as he regarded the four animals. He shook his head, speaking to the men.

Her brow furrowing, Verity handed the reins of her horse to Sim and walked over to her old friend.

“Is the equipment ill-fitting?” she heard him ask as she approached.

“What’s up?” she asked him.

“Looks like I need to get your daddy out here,” he replied. “I need him to check out these mares.”