“Fuck yes,” she pants. “Please fuck me!”
“With pleasure.”
I slide out, her little ring gripping me so fucking tightly, but then I drive right back in, and she squeals. Gavin moves in front of her on his knees, his hand in her hair as she eagerly moves forward to slurp his cock between her lips. She moans wildly, sucking him wetly as I start to fuck her. I grunt, pumping slowly in and out of her, hanging on for dear life as the pleasure washes over me like a wave.
The whole world disappears until it’s just the three of us, Charlotte moaning like a banshee as she saws back and forth between us. Gavin roars as she sucks him deep, swallowing his cock into her throat, only to slide back and then sink that ass all the way down on my cock. I hiss, gripping her hips tightly as I pump into her, fucking her ass deep and good. I slide a hand under her, teasing her clit until she’s shaking and shivering and gasping.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I growl. “You want to come with this fat cock deep in your little ass. You want to come getting fucked up the ass like a bad girl, don’t you, baby?”
She moans, slurping fast and wet on Gavin’s throbbing cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and his muscles clench, and I know none of us are going to last must longer. I thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep as I roll her clit. Her body stiffens, her ass clenches me so fucking tight, and I know.
…I know she’s ours.
“Come for me,” I hiss. “Come for us, baby girl.”
My fingers roll over her clit as my cock slides so deep in her ass, and suddenly, she’s shattering for us. And feeling her start to come is the last thing I can take.
I roar, driving my cock deep in her naughty ass as she squeezes and spasms on me. My balls twitch, and with a roar, I explode into her, pumping jet after jet of hot sticky cum up her ass. Gavin roars, his hands tight in her hair as his cock begins to pulse. She moans, slurping and swallowing his cum as she tumbles from one orgasm to the other, until finally, it’s like her whole body gives out.
She practically collapses on the bed, shuddering in aftershocks as Gavin pulls away. Slowly, gently, I ease my cock out of her ass, groaning as a little trickle of creamy white cum drips from her. I look down, and my cock twitches.
Fuck she looks gorgeous like this—so utterly and completly fucked, cum dripping from every hole, her whole body still shivering in her pleasure, like she’s a goddess. I roll her gently onto her side, moving in behind her to wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. Gavin slides down in front of her, kissing her softly as we both hold her tight between us.
“That—I don’t know what that was,” she murmurs, looking at him and then turning to look at me with wonder and bliss all over her face.
“That was really, really fucking good is what that was,” my brother groans into her lips.
Charlotte giggles. “Um, yeah. That was…” she shakes her head. “That was nothing I’ve ever even imagined.”
“You okay?” I growl gently.
“Oh, I’m better than okay,” she murmurs, turning to look at me. “I’m… I’m fucking fantastic,” she giggles, her face flushed.
“Well, we aim to please,” Gavin chuckles.
She kisses him again before she pulls back with a gasp and looks down between them.
“You cannot still be hard.”
He glances at me, and we both grin. I shrug, chuckling.
“I think you’re to blame for that.”
She giggles, snuggling into both of us.
“Well, a girl could use a little bit of a break.”
I chuckle. “I think that can be arranged.”
“So, what, five-minute breather?” Gavin teases.
She blushes, biting her lip as she feels me growing harder against her ass.
“Okay, a girl could also get used to this,” she purrs.
“We should rest,” I growl. “It’s been a long, long damn day.”
She nods, looking at me deeply.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Gavin murmurs.
He helps her up as I go to the shower and run the water, and then we all pile in again, cleaning off and soaping her up—very, very thoroughly. But even though I know we could both go again, it really is late, and we need to fix this shit tomorrow.
Gavin and I make sure the place is secure, and re-check our guns before we crawl naked into bed with Charlotte.
I know this is insane. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t care. Neither of us do. Because we both feel it, and we both know it’s bigger than anything we’ve ever felt before.
…because she’s it for us. She’s the one. And there’s no denying that in a million damn years.
Gavin moves in behind her this time, me in front, and we hold her tight as the three of us start to fade to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Gavin
“You awake?”
I nod, even though I know Ben probably can’t see me in the dark.
“Yeah. You?”
I can hear my brother grin at my joke.
“Can’t sleep.”
“So I gathered,” I growl. “Same.”
I glance down at the angel in my arms, sleeping so soundly between us, and my heart beats a little faster. My cock thickens and throbs against that tight, curvy ass pressed so hotly against it, and I think about waking her up, but she’s had a very, very long twenty-four hours. Hell, we all have.
And I know that’s the reason I’m not sleeping. Charlotte, I mean, not the danger or the stress of the current situation. Hell, Ben and I have been dealing with conflict and danger our whole lives, and as intense as this is, it’s not even close to the worst shit we’ve gotten ourselves into. No, I’m awake because this time, for the very first time, there’s another element to the danger.
I’ve never had to worry about Ben, just like he’s never had to worry about me. I mean, sure, yeah, the basic empathy for your own flesh and blood, and the brotherly love we share. I don’t mean that I don’t worry about him like I don’t care about him. I just mean I know Ben can handle himself—he can take care of his shit when the shit gets real, same as me.
And that’s how we’ve gone through life—we’ve never had to worry, or watch our footing hoping the other one can keep up. Or worrying that if we dodge, the danger will hit the other one, if that makes sense. But this?
Well, this is different. Charlotte makes it different.
Because for the first time in my life—in our lives, there’s something to care about that we actually have worry about. It’s not like she’s not strong, or wild, or capable of holding herself up during danger. But, it’s different. Ben and I have dealt with enough shit in life to harden us more than most people. The scars we carry are our armor, and as tough as Charlotte is, she doesn’t have that, and this world isn’t something she’s been bathed in.
She’s a tourist to the dark side here, and knowing that Ben and I are what stands between her and the carnage this world can bring down?
Well, yeah, that’s what’s got me up. And I know it’s what’s got him up too.
“Fuck, man,” my brother whispers, so as to not wake Charlotte. “How did we….”