Yes to Everything (45 page)

Reaching out, she gripped Logan’s bicep with her fingers and he gasped. “The woman I am now, she’s much more interesting.” She stroked Decklan’s hip and he groaned softly. “I know so much more about myself.” Raking her nails down Decklan’s unreal abs before running her nails up Logan’s, she could practically feel them vibrating. One of them whimpered. She wasn’t sure which. Squeezing the muscle of Logan’s ass and pausing in surprise at how firm he was, realizing he was fighting himself not to move.

“I discovered I prefer sex with a rough edge to it.” As she switched her attention to Decklan’s equally firm ass, she quirked her brow in disbelief. “That I can keep going until I’m literally dehydrated.”

Smiling up at them as she came back around to the front of their bodies, she said, “I’ve been educated on my worth, what I bring to the table sexually. I know what I like. I also know there isn’t much I don’t like. Sex is far better when emotions are involved but I don’t think it’s always necessary. I’m also not saying there isn’t emotional involvement on my part for the two of you. I just don’t know that I like myself very much for it, to be brutally honest.”

They reached for her at the same time, Decklan’s mouth descending on hers as Logan pressed himself to her back, his arms around her stomach. They hugged her hard from both sides, their hands roaming her body.

One of Logan’s hands stroked up her stomach to cup the underside of her breast as his thumb flicked over her nipple, his other pressing her pelvis back into the hard ridge of his cock. His lips nuzzled up her neck and his teeth tugged her earlobe. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the delicious scent of her. Decklan’s hands were on the back of her neck and gripping her hip as he licked between her parted lips, coiling his tongue around hers.

Her hands slid almost instantly around Decklan’s waist and Logan’s ass behind her, pulling them tightly to her and making them groan. When she lightly bit Decklan’s tongue, his hand tightened on the back of her head. Another ten seconds and he lifted his head, the twins holding her still as they switched places, their bodies touching her as they circled. Now it was Logan’s mouth on hers, licking between her lips, and gripping the back of her head.

Their hands everywhere created a thrum over every nerve in her body and she dug her fingertips into them harder. Brooke wanted them so badly she was in pain. Logan was taking total possession of her mouth and Decklan was sliding his hands over her through her clothes. When his hand moved from her hip to her mound, cupping her through her jeans, she worked against him and he growled, lightly biting the curve at her neck and shoulder.

They were suddenly more demanding, pressing harder with their hands, working their mouths over her and she came, bucking between them and moaning softly as their grips tightened. “Yes, oh god yes, Brooke. Thank you,” Decklan whispered into her hair. Their hands gentled on her body and she stroked them.

Logan’s mouth played over hers, absorbing the sounds she made as she rode out the first climax not given to herself in so long. They stroked her, kissed her, whispered to her, and she wanted them…needed them. When her muscles began to relax, they lifted their heads and Logan’s voice was hoarse. “Please, Brooke. Please let us love you. Only you. We expect nothing, we’ll cherish anything you’re willing to give us. Please, we ache for you.”

She lifted her hand to touch Logan’s face and nodded. They turned her and Decklan kissed her lips as he lifted her in his arms. Logan opened the door to her bedroom, closing and locking it behind them.

They stood in front of her, taking her hands in theirs and Decklan asked, “Are you sure, Brooke? I don’t want you to regret us. To wish you could go back and undo it. It would kill us to know you weren’t ready.”

Kissing first one then the other, she said clearly, “Please make love to me. I need to feel something again.”

Leaning on the wall to pull off her boots, the twins did the same. Once the second one dropped with a heavy thunk to the floor, they descended on her, pulling her clothes away in tandem. When she stood in front of them naked for the first time, they paused to take her in.

Decklan groaned, “So much more. How we’ve longed for you, Brooke.”

“Stunning, oh my god, I can’t bear it.” Logan pulled her to him and ran his hands through her hair and down her back. Cupping her ass, he pulled her into him and she felt his need for her. It ratcheted her heartbeat up and she was breathing quickly as she rubbed herself against his hard length.

He turned her and Decklan held her against his now naked frame, his cock throbbing between them on her lower stomach. Her hands moved over his back, marveling at the sculpted muscles. He was kissing her, his hand cupping the base of her skull and massaging gently. She sucked at his tongue and he groaned into her mouth, the depth of his feelings obvious in the sound.

Sliding her hand down his hard torso, she edged back and circled him with her fist. Pulling his mouth from hers, he gently tugged her away. “No, baby, this is about you. Neither of us will last if you touch us. I’m barely hanging on to my control just holding you. Let us love you. Let us show you how you make us feel.” He kept her hand against his chest and went back to kissing her.

Then Logan was behind her, the heated skin of his cock pressing into the small of her back as he sealed himself to her. “You’re both so warm and I’ve been so cold. Thank you.”

They lifted their heads and Logan said, “Brooke, we understand so much more than you realize. We love you and we want to make you happy, to ease the pain you’ve been in. We expect nothing from you. Maybe one day you’ll want to give us your heart again. Maybe you’ll trust us to treat it right, to care for you the way you deserve.”

“We will never hurt you again, Brooke. We can wait for you, physically and emotionally. We aren’t the selfish bastards you met years ago. We’ve worked so hard to become men worthy of you. Men you can be proud of.” Decklan bent and picked her up, laying her gently on her huge bed.

They lay down beside her, trading her mouth between them and stroking their hands over her skin. She felt like she was burning alive, nerves numb for too long flaming to life with a force that frightened her. Both men felt her tense and laid their heads beside hers, whispering soothing words that settled her suddenly panicked heart.

“Take it easy, Brooke. There’s no rush, sweet baby, no rush. That’s it Brooke, deep breaths, baby. We’re not going to hurt you. You’re so good, so loving, so loyal…we can wait, Brooke. We can just hold you, keep you warm if that’s what you need right now, baby. This is all about what you need, honey. Nothing else matters. There is no pressure and no expectations. There you go, baby. We won’t hurt you, we won’t rush you.”

Her heart eased, slowing from the painful slamming against her rib cage. They curled around her and Logan pulled the blankets up over the three of them. Gradually her gasping breaths settled, loosening the suffocating sensation around her ribs. They held her hands and she gripped them like a lifeline. Tears ran quietly from the corners of her eyes and she was ashamed when she begged, “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

They tightened around her and she felt their tears, tears they shed for her, for her pain. “No baby. We’ll stay right here. Right here beside you. Close your eyes, pretty girl, take all the warmth and comfort you need. We know, Brooke. We love you and we know, baby.” Decklan was sealed to one side of her body, Logan on the other.

Both of them were warm, their skin, their breath, and she felt some of the painful cold melt inside her. Unable to help herself, her eyes drifted closed, and they held her tightly while she slept. She didn’t sleep long but when she opened her eyes and felt them beside her, she sighed with the first true happiness she’d experienced since the last time Rex had held her snugly next to his huge body. His protective instincts had caused him to wrap himself around and over her, as if shielding her from an unknown threat even in sleep. The feeling of protection from two men was much the same and she soaked it up like a flower seeking sunshine or gentle rain.

When she sighed softly, “Touch me, please touch me,” they took their time, letting her get used to the way their hands felt on her body, the feel of their mouths kissing her. Let her adjust to the feeling of two men caressing her skin and pressing against her.

“Close your eyes, Brooke. Just feel honey. We won’t take anything from you, we only want to give. All we want, all we need, it to love you.”

They watched her lids slide down to shield her blue-green eyes, long lashes settling over her cheeks. They moved in sync, cupping her breasts, thumbs stroking gently over her nipples as they kissed her face, throat, shoulders. Decklan dropped his head and took a nipple to the roof of his mouth as Logan kissed her breathless. Brooke slid her fingers into their dark hair, raking through it and tugging gently. Then they traded places and it was Decklan’s mouth on hers and Logan’s on her other breast.

The sheer dedication of the two men to the art of kissing and heavy petting had Brooke breathless. Her hands stroked their skin, relearning the differences in touching a man’s body as opposed to her own. A small whimper escaped on a sigh and they stopped to nuzzle her neck from either side, and whisper to her.

Logan slid over her stomach, kneading the firm planes with his hands. “Brooke. Sweet lord, you’re so beautiful.” Logan moved over her hip to her thigh, squeezing the muscle and moaning. “You’re long and lean, tight but curvy. You’re so much more than I ever imagined, so perfect.”

Her senses felt scrambled, unable to form a coherent thought but she said, “I’m not a brunette…”

Their faces appeared above her and she stared at them in a daze. “We prefer blonds. We always did, Brooke.”

“We stopped choosing blonds after we met you, Brooke. There was too much of a risk we’d call them by your name. We thought it would help if we chose your opposites. Shorter, dark hair and more rounded.”

“Wh…what?” the stumbled word barely made it out of her mouth in her shock.

“You’re always the one we wanted, Brooke. Always, from the day we met you. If you look at any photo taken before that day, we were always with blonds, baby. We were just too screwed up for you. Toward the end, it didn’t matter who we were with or what they looked like, it was always you we were holding, only you we were making love to. We created our own personal hell with our choices, Brooke,” Decklan kissed her possessively and she moaned as Logan’s mouth returned to her nipple and his palm slid over her mound.

“So smooth and silky,” he murmured and moved down her body. “You smell like vanilla and leather, Brooke. Oh god please let me keep my control. If I don’t taste you, I’ll die.” Settling between her legs, Logan kissed her outer lips and her hips lifted from the bed. He sucked at her gently, slipping his fingertips into her folds and she arched again. “So responsive, you’re a gift we do not deserve, Brooke.”

Decklan kissed over her jaw and into her hair, his mouth beside her ear, “Are you alright, Brooke?” She nodded. “If anything scares you or upsets you, you need to tell us. We only want to please you.” She brought his mouth to hers and kissed him with full sexual aggression, shocking both of them and making her pull back.

He lifted his face to stare down into hers. “Don’t judge yourself, Brooke. Be who you are and don’t try to guilt yourself about it.” His smile sent heat flowing into her heart, “It’s like a dream being here with you.” She stroked his face and he lowered his mouth to her breast, his other hand ensuring its twin wasn’t neglected.

Putting her hands in their hair, she pulled at the dark silken strands as they worshipped her body. She writhed as Logan licked at her, sipping from her body as if she was a fine delicacy. He slipped two fingers inside her body to stroke as he worked over her folds with his teeth and tongue. When he drew her pierced clit between his lips, sucking her deep, she came, her hands fisting in their hair.

“Logan, please, it feels too good.” She was working her hips against his mouth and moaning both their names.

Decklan kissed his way down her body as Logan kissed his way up, changing places. Decklan’s mouth was on her, working her harder now, Logan’s mouth sucking her nipple firmly. They pushed her, needing to give her as much pleasure as she could handle. She pulled Logan to her mouth and kissed him forcefully, tasting herself on his lips.

She wanted more, needed more. “Logan, I want to taste you.”

“I can’t, Brooke. This isn’t about Decklan, or me. This is about you and what we want so desperately to give you.” His face was tense and she smoothed his hair back from his forehead.

“Logan, I don’t want it to be about me. I want it to be about the three of us. You’re both so stressed trying to harness control you don’t need to have with me. I’ve never been a selfish lover and I’m not about to start now. Come to me.” He stared at her without moving and she lost patience. When he leaned close enough to kiss her, she wrapped her fist around his cock. “Come to me, Logan.”

He groaned and she tugged him more firmly, her demand clear, guiding him up the bed. With a low moan, he moved up the bed, holding the headboard for balance. Then she licked along the underside, following the sensitive ridge, and he was gripping the wood for the strength to bear the pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the head, sucking gently as she tasted his pre-come, Logan wasn’t prepared when she took him to the back of her throat.

“Oh god Brooke! I can’t, baby, I can’t bear it. Your mouth is so hot. You’re taking me so deep. Please.” She began to suck him with a talent he hadn’t expected and when Decklan made her come a minute later, she moaned and swallowed hard around him, the vibrations like lightening straight to his balls. Her hand reached between his legs and cupped them, squeezing firmly, kneading him hard. “Brooke, oh sweet lord, you’re killing me.”

Dragging out Brooke’s orgasm as long as he could, Decklan watched Brooke as he continued to curl his fingers inside her, pressing his hips into the bed to control his own need. She was so wet and warm. He wanted her, needed her so bad. Watching her skill, her focus, as she sucked Logan was almost too much to bear.