“Sarah, I don’t fucking deserve this.” Reed whispered as I climbed to him, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his demanding thickness from his jeans. “Seriously. I can’t…”
“It’s okay.” I lingered close, kissing his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. “I want this.”
“I hurt you before.”
No more than anyone else had, and nothing I hadn’t survived, forgiven, and needed to forget.
My breath caught as the sea-green of his eyes cracked to jade. He tensed before me, racked with guilt and suffering from the same suffocating confusion and darkness that had trapped me for so many months.
I found my peace, explored my needs under Nicholas’s hand, and took back that part of me offended, violated, and stolen.
Reed hadn’t found that peace. Neither had Max.
The thought of my step-brothers enduring that agony destroyed me, especially when I could help.
I pumped Reed’s cock in my hand, pressing my forehead against his as he sucked in a harsh breath and exhaled a profanity.
“Sarah…”
“I want this,” I whispered. “Do you?”
Reed gritted his teeth. He looked beyond me. “Nick?”
Again, Nicholas offered the smallest of smiles. “Ask her.”
“Fuck yes, Sarah.”
He moved, but I placed my hands on his shoulders, aching for the same relief but still crippled with insecurity. I pushed him back against the sofa. He understood.
They all understood.
I was either lucky or transparent, and I didn’t mind in the least. Every fear tumbled from me when my clothes came off and our bodies pressed close. Nicholas’s gentle hand brushed my hair from my shoulder. I arched. Reed cupped my breast.
Two men touching me, soothing me, wanting me. It was more than I could handle. My wetness teased us, and I edged over Reed’s lap.
He never rushed me. He caressed my curves and whispered soft words of encouragement peppered with coarse expletives as I settled over him.
I held my breath and pushed myself down over his thick, pulsing length.
If Nicholas completed me, Reed treated me to every fun and flirty and desperate shade of desire. I filled with him, curled my hands over his shoulders, and slid against his shaft with a murmur of utter relief.
“Goddamn.” Reed’s head fell back. “You have no idea…”
I did. I knew. That moment of freedom. When the burdens fell away and all that remained was forgiveness and pleasure and the delight of knowing another offered that peace.
I crashed against him, willing his hardness to stretch me, letting his touch tease me. I shared his smile, his groans, the fullness that warmed through me with such dire intensity every little movement carried me higher, slickened me more, tickled me with goose bumps.
My words begged for him, for all of them. I twisted and reached for Nicholas. He met my cry with a kiss, a touch to my hips, and helpful push harder against his brother’s pulsing thickness.
I groaned again. “Max?”
Max paced now, edging from my sight, but not escaping. He watched, eagerly. His profanity rasped harsh, the edge of desperation in his voice.
But he didn’t come to me. He didn’t touch. He didn’t ask for any of the same pleasure I vowed to give each of them.
He blamed himself for everything. How was I supposed to help him?
“More…” I whispered to any of them, all of them. “Please.”
“Fuck, if I knew she’d be like this…” Reed groaned as I tightened, clenched, and shattered upon him, crashing to his chest and nearly weeping with ravished joy. “We should have knocked her up long ago. Fuck. She won’t stop coming.”
Only a problem if I stopped breathing through the pleasure. My mouth dried, and I bit against Reed’s shoulder as his thickness pumped through my core and delivered more shivers.
“I tried to do it before,” Nicholas teased. “She was too stubborn.”
“We’ll just keep her this way.” Reed seized my nipple. He murmured with his mouth full. “She’s insatiable.”
My words gasped incoherently as I bounced against him again, grinding hard against Reed’s hips to tease the little slick nub that needed as much attention as my core.
Nicholas leaned close, watching as my skin flushed and body rocked with shivers. His fingers traced over my shoulders, my neck, down my spine.
He pressed against my lower back, and I eagerly fell upon Reed, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and burrowing my face in his chest. Just more places to kiss, to muffle my groans.
But Nicholas’s hand didn’t slow. He cupped the curve of my ass, traced a teasing line, and then dipped.
He brushed a sensitive, vulnerable, unexplored part of me.
And I nearly leapt off of Reed.
“Shh.” Nicholas’s mocha comfort thickened over me, easing the tensed muscles reacting purely from memory. “I’d never hurt you.”
He wouldn’t, but I remembered what happened so long ago, another cruelty of Darius that meant to steal something that wasn’t his. To hurt me in ways no one deserved to be hurt. To claim a simple dignity. I hadn’t let them near since the day Nicholas rescued me from his father’s office.
I gripped Reed. His hands brushed my cheek, offering a gentle reassurance.
I bit my lip.
Just another hurdle to cross, wound to heal, and confidence to gain.
Except it wasn’t a place we had ever explored. Taking me there wouldn’t have bred me.
Nicholas’s gentle fingers rubbed a soft circle, shuddering every intake of air from me. I hadn’t felt anything quite that sensitive. Reed grinned, nuzzling my cheek and encouraging my movements. I bounced slower, letting Nicholas’s touch press harder.
“Weird…” I whispered. “It’s very, very weird.”
Nicholas shushed me again. “Good weird?”
“No idea.”
Reed laughed. I gripped his shoulders, watching as Max disappeared from the living room. He returned after only a moment. I didn’t see what he handed his brother, but I didn’t let him get away, not when he finally crossed close enough for me to touch.
I took his hand, flinching as Nicholas teased me with a very cold, very slick gel. Max retreated. I met his gaze.
“Baby,” he whispered. “You don’t want me now.”
“I do.”
“I can’t risk hurting you anymore. Not now. Not with…” He watched my expression with a hungry, dark lust. Nicholas’s fingertip gently massaged a part of me I knew Max wanted more than anything. “I don’t trust my instincts, Sarah. And you’re…you’re pregnant, and I’m…”
I gripped his hand, cooing as Reed pressed his hips up and Nicholas’s finger dipped inside a place I hadn’t thought would be touched ever.
Max watched my reaction with a clenched jaw and tightening grip. I gasped. Nicholas edged close, pressing his body closer to mine as he teased me with an invasion that felt completely and utterly different.
I rolled with shivers, head to toes and back again, but the sensation, the stuffed fullness tricked me into a solid stillness. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Yet, even as I endured something so raw and intrusive, I shifted my hips back and drew Reed and Nicholas deeper.
And it was deliciously good.
I groaned without realizing how my voice trembled. All three of my step-brothers chuckled masculine, excited growls.
“How’s that, baby?” Max whispered. “Looks fucking good.”
“Different. Very different.”
“Like it?”
Why lie? “Maybe?”
Nicholas nibbled my ear, encouraging me to rock against both Reed’s cock and his finger. The shivers came again. The moan centered deep in my chest.
“Hard…to think.” I swallowed. The heat pitted in me, faster and more uncontrolled. “I’m gonna…”
And they had me again.
The pleasure sliced through me. Clenching Nicholas’s finger and Reed’s cock drew me higher, and my words fizzled into a gasp of excitement as everything weird and wonderful and thick and strange blended into a delight I hadn’t felt before.
One man fucked me. One man touched me. And one man whispered sensual compliment after compliment.
Nothing could be better than that.
But the Bennetts loved to prove me wrong.
Nicholas shifted as I crashed against Reed. I recaptured my breath, but Reed grinned, Max hummed, and Nicholas removed his shirt. Fingers tightened over my hips, and the cool touch of more fun gel soothed the aching, clenching part of me.