Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) (6 page)

An unexpected spout of anger tugged at him. He should have seen her growing this beautiful. He should have been in her life, sharing their road, loving her, having children with her—

Her fears about being good for nothing but sex and baby-making taunted him. He and Sim would never have made her that.

He sighed. He was thinking too much. This was sex and he’d dissect things later. That would be soon enough to figure out Verity and what the fuck was going on between him and Sim, because shockingly enough, he wasn’t all that pissed with the man—just confused.

Verity shoved at his shoulders, her brows drew together. A pretty blush raced up her chest and neck to her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” she demanded.

What was wrong was that he was being an oddly reflective ass. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Nothing,” he replied, brushing his fingers along her damp cheek. The three of them would be prune-y before they were done. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but she bumped her hips upward. “Then show me.”

“Still pushy,” he laughed. “But you’re perfect.”

Slowly, he brushed her lips with his, showing her how much he wanted her, how much he appreciated her as she was. The kiss deepened as their need grew, their tongues growing bolder as they adored each other. Her pelvis ground up into him as her excitement grew. Her engorged breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples beacons of her desire for him.

Bending, he drew one of the pliant crests between his lips, sucking and lashing his tongue over it while Verity writhed beneath him. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as a release swept over her body.

“Patrick,” she screamed, arching beneath him with rainwater streaming over her face and shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin and her thighs clamped on his hips. She was completely open to him, and in a moment, God, finally, in a moment, she would be his.

Even now, after their exertions, her fresh floral fragrance and her heady arousal captured him, threading though his senses to wrap like a fist around his balls. Fire leapt along his veins. It pooled at the small of his back, waiting, growing, practically sizzling beneath the torrential showers drenching them. Nothing in the storm was as powerful as the passion zinging between them now—even between him, Verity
and
Sim, he begrudgingly acknowledged, though the other man was holding back and waiting for Patrick to have his moment.

Blindly, Patrick reached for one of the condoms. Propping himself up on an arm, he rolled it on with a shaky hand.

“Now, Patrick, now,” she breathed, and he couldn’t agree more. Her portal felt like warm, liquid honey as he fitted his cock to it. Slowly, he pushed inside her passage. Even after Sim had fucked her, she was still so tight, and Patrick groaned as she closed around him. The walls of her cunt squeezed him, pulling him deeper, stealing all thoughts.

Finally…

It was all he could think, the only coherent thing in his mind beyond the overwhelming feel of her body and what it did to him.

Harder…

Whether she said it or it was his inner voice driving him to claim her with more force, he didn’t now, but his hips pistoned into her with unforgiving power. Stronger, deeper, faster until she screamed, and even then he didn’t relent.

“Yes,” she cried, her voice echoing in the rain. “Yes…Patrick…”

He leaned in to kiss her, but was shocked by fingers pushing into his hair. They held tight, turning his head until he stared into brown eyes that were so much lighter than Verity’s, so much more wary yet determined.

“I’ve waited long enough,” Sim murmured, and he dragged Patrick’s head closer to him. His grip grew even tighter as he closed his mouth over Patrick’s then immediately thrust his tongue inside. Patrick gasped. Shock and lust railed through him. His rhythm in Verity faltered, but he kept going, the feel of her so soft compared to the hard man pressed to his side.

He felt her shift and Sim groaned. Through his peripheral vision, Patrick saw Verity press her mouth to Sim’s chest, sucking at one of his nipples. Together, the three of them became a single unit, a being created for pleasure and pleasuring.

Apparently confident that Patrick wouldn’t jerk away—or punch him—Sim released his grip on Patrick’s hair. His hand smoothed down Patrick’s neck, the rough skin and firm pressure of his hand that only a man could have. The oddity pulled Patrick’s balls tighter as tingling interest held him in its thrall. What was this? He didn’t care.

Sim’s hand traveled lower on Patrick’s back, flexing and flattening as they continued to kiss—and even that was strange. The male mouth was so much firmer than the female counterpart. It was as if he’d fallen into a strange ring of pleasure and all he could do was keep moving…keep taking…keep giving.

Verity’s channel fisted around him, leaving him gasping as he tried to keep moving. The gloving of her cunt dragged across his senses and taunted his release to explode into her. He needed it. He needed to claim her again. This woman was his. For more than a weekend.

His teeth gritted. His ass tightened as Sim’s hand strayed lower. It felt so good, his two lovers touching him. Leaning down, he kissed Verity hard.

“Come,” he begged, already feeling the on-coming tremors. “Come with me, Ver. I can’t…I’m gonna…”

“Yes,” she cried. Her sex convulsed around him as she clutched his arms, her hips thrusting upward and freezing as he pumped into her.

“Ga…” he choked then gasped as the force of his release erupted black spots in his vision. His face tilted back into the rain, the droplets pelting his flushed skin then streaming down onto his chest. His arms braced him as he tried to come back to himself and give attention to his lover…two lovers. Oh God! What had happened?

Breathing heavily, he looked down at Verity. She blinked up at him, grinning as he dripped down on her. All wet from the non-stop downpour, she looked like a water goddess come to entice him to his demise…and he’d follow her. He always would have.

“Definitely warm now,” she laughed. She jerked as lightning flashed across the sky. “This was kind of dumb.”

Yeah…and he didn’t want to get his dick fried because he’d wanted sex so bad. Sex with Verity. Deep down, he knew he’d do it again too, even if lightning had been streaking down around them.

“Let’s go inside,” he said. He got up and helped her to her feet, noting she was a little shaky as she stood. He grinned at Sim as his friend moved beside them. “I think we tired her out. No running off by her tonight.”

Verity shoved Patrick while Sim laughed. “You hope.”

“I know,” he told her. “We’re gonna keep you too busy to take off.”

“Hmm,” she replied, crossing her arms over her middle, though he knew from the gleam in her eyes that she liked the idea. Her stomach growled, and she frowned at him. “Does the prisoner get to eat?”

Sim came up beside Patrick and slid his hand to the small of Patrick’s back. “The prisoner will get everything she needs this weekend.”

Chapter Four

Verity smiled as she curled up in a chair the next morning and watched the two men sleep. The sun streamed through the window of Patrick’s eastern-facing room, warming her. She hadn’t bothered to dress. None of her clothes were here save for the ones she’d worn last night. She didn’t want to search them out. Chances were they’d be damp, and worse, the guys might wake and think she’d taken off.

Not a chance. She’d told Patrick she’d give them the weekend and she’d meant it. As Sim scooted into Patrick like a puppy seeking warmth, pleasure filled her. Seeing them so close, she knew she hadn’t gotten everything she needed yet. She
needed
to see them together, but she wasn’t so sure she would. Patrick was obviously unsure of this new development with Sim.

It surprised her that she’d been the one to bring it on—she must have. There was no other way to explain Patrick’s shock. But Sim must have been considering it for a while.

Patrick had seemed wary of Sim after the occurrence on the porch, as if he’d been stunned by his own behavior too and didn’t much know how to react. After the two of them had seen to feeding her—very unglamorous peanut butter and jelly and milk—they’d seen to her sexual needs in Patrick’s California King bed. Both of them had focused completely on her, almost pathologically determined not to touch each other. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought what had occurred earlier hadn’t happened.

Drawing up her knees, she curled her toes into the cushion of the chair and wrapped her arms around her legs. Her chin rested on her knees. In bed, Patrick rolled onto his back, one arm slung over his head. His morning erection tented the light woven blanket.

She grinned. She could get used to this. But where would it leave her? She’d studied for years to become a veterinarian—and not just any vet. She’d specialized in large animals. She couldn’t imagine either Sim or Patrick being thrilled with her running off in the middle of the night to help birth calves or foals. That would be a big part of her work. That and assisting with impregnating stock. Medicating and checking them too.

Working with big powerful animals—her big, powerful men wouldn’t approve, especially if she got pregnant. With these two virile men, it wasn’t an “if”. It was bound to happen. It had happened once before. Her smile slipped as she remembered what had precipitated her terror when she’d been seventeen. She had been pregnant. By which one, she didn’t know but she’d lost the baby before she would have been forced to tell her parents. The guys had known and promised to marry her. She’d seen all her dreams slipping away. She’d run.

That was why she couldn’t stay longer than the weekend. She’d come home to see her parents and see about joining her dad’s practice; she wasn’t sure that was such a great idea now. If she stayed in Daly, she’d stay in Patrick and Sim’s bed.

She needed to be careful. But she’d enjoy this time with them. Her insides felt hollow at the thought of leaving again though. She’d just have to fill herself with the memories of them.

While she watched, Sim edged a little closed to Patrick. His eyes opened and he focused solely on the man beside him. Regarding Patrick with unwavering dark brown eyes, he slid his hand down the man’s torso. The ridge moved beneath the blanket until it reached Patrick’s cock. Verity licked her bottom lip, waiting.

Slowly, Sim jacked his fingers up and down the shaft. Patrick moaned, his hand going down to cover Sim’s.

“Sim,” he murmured. Verity’s pussy clenched at the husky rumble of his voice.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Sim replied. “You feel good, man… Know what? I want to taste you. I’ve wanted to for a long time. Are you going to punch me if I do?”

Patrick turned his head, and Verity saw the sleepy vulnerability on his face as he looked at Sim. “How did I not know?”

“I’m good at hiding it. Besides, I love women. You know that…”

Verity stayed silent, barely daring to breathe lest she distract them from the moment. Seeing them touching, talking intimately, tightened her heart. She bit her lip as Sim let go of Patrick’s cock then slowly drew down the blanket, revealing a tanned, muscular chest. His mouth followed the path. He paused when he reached the curling nest of hair surrounding Patrick’s cock.

Patrick took several chuffing breaths, his head pressing into his pillow. Verity’s fingers dug into her calves as she waited.

“Yes?” Sim asked.

“Damn it, Yes,” Patrick growled. “Hurry up before I change my mind and decide to punch you after all.”

Sim laughed. “So nice.”

Patrick reached down and grasped his friend’s hair then pulled him up so they were face-to-face. “You want nice, then go play with Miss Verity who’s watching so quietly over there.”

The nerves in her stomach jumped at that and she couldn’t hold in a momentary, self-conscious rasp of laughter as they both turned their heads and looked at her with grins on their faces.

“Of course, we knew you were there,” Sim said. He reached out a hand. “Come here and lay next to him while I do this. You should feel how jumpy he is—”

“Shut up,” Patrick growled. Still, he reached out a hand and beckoned her over. Unfolding from her curled up position, she stood. Without worry for her nakedness, she walked over and climbed into the space beside him. The sheet was cool against her side, but he was fiery hot as she pressed close. She rested her head on his shoulder as he pulled the other pillows beneath his head.

He was so tense beneath her that she knew he wasn’t as calm about this as he portrayed. But he wanted it and he wanted to watch. He’d never do anything like this unless he fully desired it. His heart thundered in her ear as Sim bent over his cock. A gasp shot from his lips and his arm tightened around her as Sim took the tip of his cock.

Verity’s vision blurred as arousal coiled in her womb. The sight of Sim’s mouth on Patrick’s cock was beautiful. And the feeling of Patrick taking it. His taut muscles flexed, his back arching as his friend sucked him. Gently, she rolled one of his nipples to deepen his pleasure. Knowing the response that went through her when he pulled at hers, she pinched then tugged at one of the tiny peaks.

“Shit,” Patrick swore. His fingers clamped into her shoulder. His gasps choked as Sim cupped his balls. She saw a finger reaching deeper. Damn… She’d gasp, too. Her anus tightened as she remembered the first time Sim had touched her there…and how it had felt to have his large cock inside her. He’d been there, every time she’d taken both men. Would he fuck Patrick?