Trusting Them (24 page)

“Please,” she managed to get out.

“Please, what?” Brock asked.

“I need you inside of me.”

“Brady,” was all that Brock said before his brother rolled her over on top of him and buried himself in one long glide deep inside of her. She screamed at the intense pleasure of being filled in one fell swoop. He groaned and held still while she adjusted to his size. Still, she ached for more—more something. She didn’t know what.

Brock was suddenly behind her pushing her down towards Brady’s chest. She felt something cold against her anus, then the pressure of a finger sliding inside. She stiffened. Surely, they didn’t intend on doing that to her.

“Brock?”

“Easy, baby. I promise you’ll love it. It hurts so good.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

He bent over her back and kissed her from her neck to the swell of her ass. Still that one finger twisted and turned inside of her ass. It pinched a little, but not bad. Then more of the cool jell and two fingers entered her. She moaned at the bite of pain. It wasn’t so bad. She could handle this, she decided. He twisted his fingers, pushing them in and out of her back channel until he was satisfied by something.

Brady remained still though she knew it cost him. He held his arms around her back, holding her tightly to his chest. She squeezed down around him and smiled at the deep moan that issued from his lips.

“I’m going to get you for that,” he promised.

Just when Jeni thought she was prepared for anything, Brock pushed the flared head of his penis against her ass. His hands held her ass cheeks wide open as the head of his cock pushed inward. Jeni whimpered and tried to pull away.

“Easy, baby. Push back. You can take me, baby. Just push back.”

Jeni panted and tried to relax. It burned and pinched more than she thought she could stand until she pushed back. He tunneled past that ring of resistance. He stopped to let her catch her breath then pulled back and plunged in farther this time.

“It burns,” Jeni said.

“I know. I promise it will feel good in a minute,” Brock said.

Once more he pulled nearly out and then pushed forward until he was as far as he could go. His balls banged against her pussy where Brady’s cock remained still, waiting to be able to move once again.

“You okay, baby?” Brady asked, the strain to remain still evident in his voice.

“I’m okay. Do something. Move. Please.”

Brock pulled out then pushed back in and Brady pulled out. They slowly began a rhythm of push and pull until Jeni wanted to scream.

“Harder. Faster,” she finally managed to get out. “Please, faster.”

They picked up the pace. Jeni couldn’t move with them. She could only lie there between them and let them do the work. She was a living vessel for them as they pumped in and out of her. The fullness overwhelmed her. At no time was she empty. One of the men was inside of her at all times. The sensation of floating took over and then the pressure built. It grew swirling inside of her until she thought she would fly apart.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Brock ground out between clinched teeth.

“Hot and tight,” Brady added.

“Please, I need more. I need,” she cried.

“I know, baby. I know.” Brock ground into her as Brady retreated.

She knew they could feel each other through her. The knowledge that they were just as hot and needy as she was spurred her on.

“Fuck me. Please, hard.”

They both picked up the pace and soon she was writhing between them, trying to catch that elusive dive off a cliff. When it came, it broadsided her. She screamed as they both came inside of her. White hot heat seared her inside and out. Then she knew only darkness.

* * * *

Jeni slowly opened her eyes and stretched. Her body was deliciously sore but sated. She had never known sex could be so intense. The weight of an arm across her belly reminded her she wasn’t alone in the bed. She reached back and found Brady, by the feel of his hip. It was leaner than Brock’s. Funny how she’d picked up on that after only a few weeks in their company.

Brock lay on his back with one arm over his eyes. She let her finger trail from his belly button to his neck. He stirred but didn’t say anything. He had to be chilly without the cover on him. She pulled away from Brady, who groaned but let her go. Carefully, Jeni crawled on top of Brock and curled up to go back to sleep.

“Brock?” Brady called softly.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to go check the cattle and see if the hands have everything under control.”

“Good idea.”

Jeni smiled. He wasn’t going to jump up and check on the animals like he would have even twenty-four hours before. Instead, he was staying in bed with her. It did more for her heart than hearing him saying the words.

“I’ll be back in a little while. It’s my turn then,” Brady complained.

“Hmm. Maybe I should get up and cook something to eat.”

“Mmm, sounds good, but in a little while. I want you first. I need you.” Brock ran his hands up and down her back beneath the covers she’d pulled on top of them.

He made slow love to her, bringing tears to her eyes. It felt so good and satisfying, even though her climax had been like a soft sigh instead of the mind-blowing fireworks of earlier in the night. It meant so much more, though, because Brock had meant every kiss and every caress he gave her.

She slipped from beneath his arm and quickly dressed, minus her underwear. Then she headed to the kitchen and fiddled around in the pantry until she decided on pancakes. It didn’t take long to have Brock in the kitchen under foot while she cooked. The smell of coffee drew him to her.

“You smell good enough to eat,” Brock said, taking a nip out of her neck when she passed too close to him.

“Behave. Even if you’re not hungry, I am.”

By the sound of stomping feet on the back porch, Jeni knew Brady was back again. When he opened the door and let all the cold air rush in, she opened the oven door to warm her back up while she beat the batter. He swooped down on her and landed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“How are your cows doing?” Jeni asked.

“The
cows
are doing fine,” he laughed.

“Get everyone fed?” Brock asked after snatching a kiss from Jeni on her way past where he leaned against the counter sipping coffee.

Brady helped himself to a cup of coffee before answering. “Everyone’s fed. I’m hoping the roads thaw out soon. We’re going to need more sweet feed in another couple of days.”

“Electricity’s still out, so they haven’t gotten this far yet,” Brock said.

“I’m going to enjoy the ice as long as we can feed the cows,” Jeni said.

“What do you mean?” Brock and Brady asked together.

“While it’s out, we all get to sleep together in one big bed.”

“Honey, that doesn’t change when the electricity is back on.” Brock exchanged glances with Brady. “You do understand, don’t you? You belong to us now. You’re our woman.”

“So that means we sleep together from now on?” she asked, rolling her lips inward to hide her smile.

“Yep. From now on, you will have one of us hanging all over you at all times.” Brock flicked the end of her nose with his finger.

“I think I could grow to like that.”

Jeni poured the batter for the first pancakes onto the griddle and listened to the sizzle. She would enjoy having them at her beck and call. Provided they gave her some room to breathe. Brock kissed the back of her neck. Then again, who needed to breathe? They would take care of her. All she needed to do was trust in them.

THE END

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