Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (42 page)

“Stop there.” Those words inflamed Javier. “Hear this and understand it, London. You
will make a wonderful mother. You will give our children comfort, love, and guidance.
If you’re unable to be alone with children . . . well, that’s another benefit to there
being three of us. We can all pitch in. We can hire any help you need. We’ll support
you in every way we can.”

“We want a family with you,
belleza
,” Xander murmured, stroking the soft hair at her crown and looking deeply into her
eyes, willing her to understand.

“I feel so blessed.” She smiled with all the love shining in her heart.

“Is that a yes?”

His brother was so pushy, but Javier understood. The thought of London under their
roof, with their rings on her fingers, her belly swelling with their children as they
shared all the years and their love . . . nothing sounded more perfect.

“Yes.” She kissed Xander gently. “But you’re talking like you want me pregnant before
the wedding.”

“Tonight, if possible. I’ve wasted most of my life. I don’t want to waste another
moment to start our future.”

Javier kissed her neck. “I have to agree, little one. I wasn’t really living until
I met you. It seems only fitting that we create life together.”

She bit her lip, then nodded. “You’re right. I know firsthand that you never know
how long life will last. Why wait? Come love me.”

Neither one of them wasted a moment before tearing into their zippers and shoving
their pants down and tossing them aside. Javier was already painfully hard and took
himself in hand, slowly stroking, wishing to fuck it was her hand around him. Xander
looked every bit as ready to be inside her as he was.

Together, they helped her to the carpet, onto her back. London looked a little nervous,
and it was natural. They’d made a lot of big decisions today, life-altering ones.
This was the first of the wheels they’d set in motion. Maybe it was a bit of the cart
before the horse, but they all knew what they wanted and saw no reason to wait.

Javier scooted up to kiss her lips, take her mouth, entwine their tongues. Under him,
she gasped, her back arching. He lifted away and looked down to see Xander with his
mouth fastened on her pussy, eating feverishly, his tongue working her clit.

A flush quickly spread across London’s fair skin. Her breathing picked up pace. God,
he wanted to fuck her.

Tucking a hand under her head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled until she opened
to him. He dove into her mouth, taking everything, stamping himself on her, forcing
her to taste how much he wanted her. Under him, she tensed. Her breathing grew erratic.
He loved watching her arousal grow, loved adding fuel to the fire.

“Does Xander eating your pussy feel good, little one?” he murmured against her breast
before he nipped at the sensitive flesh, then sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing
hard on her flesh.

“Yes . . . yes!”

He took her other nipple and lapped at it, bit at it with his teeth until she hissed,
and began muttering incoherent cries. London was so close.

“Yes what?” he growled in her ear, watching as Xander lifted his head from her cunt.

“Yes, Sir.”

His brother licked his wet lips, then crawled up her body, between her legs, cock
in hand. “I’ve never done this bareback,
belleza
.”

It stunned Javier that Xander hadn’t once forgotten a condom during his multiple female,
big-party life. But the sincerity radiating from his expression made Javier believe
every word.

London spread a bit wider, bending her knees in welcome. Javier pressed kisses to
her nipples, watching his brother ease his naked cock into their fiancée.

Once he’d slid in to the hilt, Xander closed his eyes with a low groan. “Fuck, that’s
the best thing I’ve ever felt. I never want anything between us ever again.”

Wrapping her legs around him, she lifted to him and nodded. “Never.”

Poised on his knees above her, Xander pumped her in a slow, strong rhythm. Javier
sucked her nipples one after the other, alternating and feeling them harden a bit
more with every pass. With his free hand, he stroked her clit lazily.

“When did your last period end?” Xander demanded.

“God, that’s so good, I-I can’t think.”

“Try, little one. For us.” But he didn’t let up his stroke of her hard little pearl.

“Um . . . I think—” she panted. “Ten days ago. Two weeks. Something like that.”

“Likely fertile,” Javier pointed out to his brother.

“Yee-haw,” Xander drawled and fucked her harder.

London flushed and swelled. Her body tensed all over as she held her breath for the
explosion that was moments away.

“She’s going to come.”

“Good,” his brother panted as he thrust faster into her swelling pussy. “We’ll do
it together.”

Around him, the air thickened, rose, waited in anticipation. London gasped. Then she
screamed in release. Under his fingers, her clit turned rock-hard. Her whole body
bucked. And Xander shouted out in satisfaction, pushing into her strong and fast as
he deposited his seed deep inside her.

Then he collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lay limp and still for a moment,
a tangle of arms, legs, breaths. Hearts.

And Javier felt ready to explode. He wanted—needed—to be inside her, coating her womb
with his semen, filling her up with everything he had to give.

Xander suddenly looked up at him and grinned. “That was amazing. You need some of
that.”

“Right now,” he growled.

“You got it. Get on your back.”

Javier wondered why, then he realized what his brother had in mind. And a huge smile
spread across his face. He scrambled into place, then gathered London’s body against
him, slowly bringing her to straddle him. He slid his cock into her soft, drenched
pussy, and the feel of her walls closing in on his bare cock made a shudder roll down
his spine. “Jesus!”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Xander asked as he made his way above London’s head, then grabbed
her chin. “Open your mouth,
belleza
. Suck me hard. I’m going to fuck you again. Go slow, Javi.”

Slow?
“Are you out of your mind?” Already he felt moments from explosion, and the sight
of their girl opening soft lips to Xander and curling her tongue around his spent
cock grabbed him by the balls.

“We had a plan,” Xander reminded with a low rumble.

They had, and he needed to stick with it. He nodded and eased into London’s cunt again,
this time more slowly. He wanted her to come again, this time with him. He wanted
her to associate pleasure with their touch for the rest of her life.

Her breasts hung in his face as he raised his hips and filled her with his cock again,
so he wrapped his lips around her nipples and sucked. Every time he did, she clamped
down on him. Her soft breaths and pants around his brother’s cock were getting to
him. But it wasn’t long before the little berries hardened on his tongue. Her skin
took on that rosy glow he knew so well.

And as he found and mercilessly plied that one spot inside her pussy, London tensed.
“Javi!”

“Yes, that’s our good girl. Feel the pleasure. We’re always going to give this to
you. The night we’re married, as you’re swelling with our children, with every anniversary
we celebrate, with every year that passes, it’s going to be like this for us, love.”

“Please . . .” she whimpered, tightening on him again.

“Xander,” he warned his brother. Time was running out.

Little brother pulled from her mouth with a soft pop. She cried out in wanting, then
gasped when he appeared behind her. Xander fished around in his pants for the tube
of lube. In seconds, he’d unscrewed the cap, coated his fingers with the stuff, and
rimmed her back entrance. Another dollop and a rub of his fingers, and the lube coated
his cock.

“Hold still, Javi.”

He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to tell Xander to make it quick.

“Arch your back, baby. Push out at me and let me in.”

“Both of you at once?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” Xander drawled.

Javier nipped at her breast again. “Every day.”

She sighed happily, then did as Xander demanded. Javier felt his brother sliding into
place, a thin membrane separating them. Together, they filled the woman who would
soon be their wife, the mother of their children. Together, they created the future,
alternating slow pumps into her, whispering assurances, checking her comfort, spreading
kisses all over her.

The crest rose up quickly again, and to his surprise Xander was with them. His brother
held London’s hips. She pressed her breasts to his chest, ravaged his mouth with hers,
tightening and screaming as orgasm washed over her. Javier felt the tension grab him
by the balls. They were heavy, loaded, and as pleasure shimmied down his spine, converging
right in the head of his cock, blood filled him. His heart pumped furiously. Fantasies
of London pregnant and naked, love shining in her eyes as she waited for them, filled
his thought.

God, this orgasm was going to blow him away. But he didn’t try to control it. He simply
let go and gave everything to her. He growled out his release, his spine melting with
ecstasy. Xander joined him with a harsh cry.

Then they fell into a heaping tangle of pants and perspiration. Between them, London
giggled. “Clearly, you boys are going to be devoted to this baby-making thing.”

“You have no idea.” Javier brushed another kiss over her mouth and smiled up into
her eyes.

“But we’ll be happy to show you,” Xander vowed, sliding his left hand over hers and
looking at their rings on her finger.

Finally, they rose together and helped her into the shower. It was a cramped press,
and Javier made a mental note to make sure that whatever house they settled into had
a really big bathroom.

As Xander washed her back with gentle strokes and Javier lost himself in the sweet
heat of her kiss, she stiffened. “Wait, guys . . .”

Reluctantly, Javier lifted his head. “What, little one?”

“I-I don’t really want to move back to Los Angeles. I know you’re from there. I know
your business is, too.” She sighed. “But there’s so many bad memories for me there,
and my mom . . . she would mean well, but she would hover and—”

“It’s all right,” he assured her as he turned her to face his brother, then slid a
hand over her cunt again. Still swollen. Still wet. Always perfect.

He took hold of her hips, then turned her, bending her slightly. He slid into her
from behind. She gasped and met his gaze over her shoulder. In that stare, he saw
surprise . . . with a lingering bit of worry about her scars.

“Shh, I see
all
of you and you’re beautiful, London. You always will be. Wherever you want to live
is fine. We’ll work the business around it, but this—” He eased into her pussy, up
to the hilt. “This will always be home.”

“For both of us,” Xander added. “Damn, I love to watch him fuck you,
belleza
. Take his cock, take our love. That’s it.”

“I want to stay here.” The tension was rising in her voice, then she began to cry
out and push back, demanding more.

Javier gave it to her. “Who knew that when my brother shanghaied me to what I considered
the ass crack of America that I’d actually find everything I could ever want.”

“Thank you for doing that, Xander,” she breathed. “Thank you both.”

“See, I was right.” Xander grinned at him. “I hate to say I told you so, but . . .”

“No, you don’t. But in this case, I have to thank you, too.”

“You’re welcome. Now, shut up and fuck her faster.”

“Piss off. You just want me to finish so you can have her again.”

“Damn straight,” Xander cried, as if he’d voiced the obvious.

Between them, London laughed. “At this rate, we’re going to have to get married damn
quick.”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” his little brother suggested.

“Hmm . . .” The sound was more pleasurable moan than thoughtful musing. “I can’t fly
my mother out here that quickly and . . . oh God, that feels
so
good. Yes!” She tensed, and he noticed that Xander had a hand between her legs, no
doubt helping her orgasm along.

“Then next weekend,” Xander insisted. “That gives us a few days to stay in bed. Alyssa,
Tara, and Kata will no doubt be happy to plan a wedding. All you’ll have to do is
show up and say ‘I do.’”

London dug her nails into Xander’s thighs as she tightened around Javier’s cock. The
swell of arousal reached a crest, this one less desperate, but a deep, powerful roar
that rose up and crested inside him as he filled her with his seed again. God, he’d
never get tired of that. It might be primitive, but it eased something inside him
to know that he could make her his again and again.

He and Xander all but carried a limp London out of the shower and tucked her into
bed. He kissed her softly, contentment like the thickest elixir sliding joy through
his veins.

Xander had other ideas. The second she was on her back, he was inside her again, making
love to her with his whole body, every slow, hard thrust of his cock making her body
writhe. Making her whimper.

“Happy?” Javier asked her.

She nodded, her face an incoherent mask of pleasure, her eyes dazed and drunken with
all the arousal they’d heaped on her all morning. And the day was still young.

“Yes,” she finally managed. “Very happy, Sir.”

Damn it, now he wanted to fuck her again, too. He sighed. They probably needed to
give her a break. And they would . . . eventually.

“Me, too, love.”

“Oh God, count me in. So fucking happy.” Xander gripped her and hammered into her
pussy like a man possessed.

“See the way she’s turning rosy for you?” Javier said to his brother. “The way she’s
lifting her lips to you? Go on, Xander. You know what to do.”

“You just want her again.”

“Always,” Javier bantered back, then looked London in the eyes. “You saved me, little
one. You both did. And I love you two for it. Thank you.”