Stacy's Destiny (13 page)

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Stacy remained locked against Eric’s chest. She felt so safe, so loved and content, it took all her will to gain control of this out-of-control situation and step back. Eric allowed her just about a few inches between them, but the heat between their bodies was enough to cause an inferno. She knew it, but she was scared. She was no damsel in distress. Relationships that were initiated due to danger or potentially volatile situations were ultimately doomed. She couldn’t allow Eric and Max to make her lose control. They didn’t need to be her protectors.

“I think you should go,” she whispered and immediately felt the tension in Eric’s arms and then him relax. Her statement obviously caught him off guard.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked in a soft whisper then kissed her forehead then along her hairline. Unconsciously she tilted her head back to give him better access to her cheek then neck. Realizing that she gave in so easily to his tactics, she pulled away, and he released her. God, she loved being in Eric’s arms. She thought about nights cuddling on the couch with Eric or Max, and then she thought about both of them together. Her cheeks reddened, and her heart pounded in her chest. She could never do that. How could she even consider that? The more she thought about both men, the more she realized that she could be with both of them. She didn’t want one more than the other. She wanted them both.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me,” he stated, and his expression appeared empathetic and concerned.

“I’m not scared of you, Eric.”

He raised his eyebrows and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked so yummy it was hard to act tough and uninterested.

“I’m not, Eric. I just feel that this is too much for me. You and your brother make me want things. Things I just shouldn’t want and can’t have especially right now. There’s a lot going on, and I’ve always been independent. I don’t like feeling out of control of my life, and that’s what I’m feeling right now.”

“Max and I don’t want to add to your distress. In fact we want to help you through this, Stacy. There’s no need to handle this New York situation alone. Two can be better than one,” he teased then winked.

She held his gaze and absorbed his sexiness. “Three can be a crowd and cause trouble. I won’t come between you two and deal with that right now as well.”

She walked toward the living room couch, and Eric followed.

“You won’t cause trouble between Max and I, Stacy. This thing between the three of us is real, and it’s happening whether you’re ready to face it head-on or not.”

“That’s the point, Eric. I don’t need you or Max involved with my life right now and with all this stuff from New York. I can handle it alone. I’m not your possession, or Max’s for that matter.”

He took two steps toward her, and she was just out of reach of his hands if he were to grab to reach for her.

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. My brother and I are fixin’ to make you all ours,” he stated firmly and with such cockiness and masculinity that she didn’t know if she wanted to punch him or jump his body. He messed with her mind and made her feel illogical. She didn’t know if she should trust him or run from him. His declaration caused her body to tighten with sexual need. It was insane.

The sound of someone knocking on the front door drew both their attention.

“Who could that be?” she asked, and Eric never took his eyes off of her. She felt her nipples pebble and her pussy throb with need. Damn it to hell, she wanted to throw him down on the living room floor and fuck him as if she were experienced and capable. The problem was that she wasn’t and it was complicated.

“It’s probably Max. He stopped into town to update the sheriff, Wyatt, our cousin.”

She reached for the knob and began to turn it while Eric’s words sank in.

“He did what? Why would he do that?”

She heard Max’s deep voice and began to open the door wider. There he stood. All six feet four inches of pure law enforcement Texan. Again her heart pounded in her chest, and she nearly stopped breathing as his dark-brown eyes looked her body over. Did she just cream herself?
Oh shit.

She attempted to remain still and not to shift her legs or give any indication of how turned on she was at the moment. It didn’t take much to get turned on by Eric and Max. She felt the moisture drip slowly down her inner thigh and cursed the short shorts she wore. She didn’t want to look down to check her crotch, but she was thankful that her shorts were black and could cover any evidence of her arousal. At least she hoped they did.
Breathe, Stacy. Just breathe.

“Evening, Stacy,” Max stated, eyeing her from head to toe. She was so acutely aware of his visual evaluation that her body hummed. If certain parts were capable of speech, they would be chanting “touch me.” Her breasts felt more swollen and needy. Her belly felt tight as she anticipated his touch. Would he kiss her just like Eric had, or would he hug her or perhaps pull her up into his arms and kiss her breathless? The anticipation was killing her.

“Stacy, are you all right?” he asked, and she realized she was lost in thought. She looked away from him and tried to focus on being annoyed that Max had gone to tell the sheriff about her situation. Cousin or not, Max didn’t have the right to interfere like that. Plus, he even spoke to the investigator from the DA’s office. Was it her, or was she beginning to lose control of her own life? Abruptly she turned away from him and headed toward the kitchen.

* * * *

Max looked at his brother Eric as Stacy gave him a dirty look then walked away. She was pissed about something, and he looked to Eric for answers. His brother smirked then shrugged his shoulders before he followed Stacy to the small kitchen. Max did the same, and as he was about to question Stacy, she spun around, placed her hands on her hips, and stared at him. He noticed that the abrupt movement caused her breasts to bounce and sway, giving away the fact that she wore no bra. She was adorable and sexy at the same time. Max licked his lips then stepped closer to her. He absorbed the tight tank top she wore, the even tighter black short shorts that clung to her toned upper thighs and also accentuated her mound. Was she wet for him and Eric? He couldn’t help but wonder and hope because right now his cock was at full attention. He was even turned on by her cute little red toenails. He wanted her, and was going to have her. Max stood in front of Stacy and placed his hand on her waist. He placed his other hand on her neck and cheek, caressing her skin as he pressed his body closer. She remained stiff, but she didn’t pull away.

“What are you all pissed off at?” he asked her, looking down at her face. He loved touching her even in the simplest of ways. He used his thumb to caress across her hip bone and remain holding her firmly.

Her eyes widened at his question, and then she placed one hand over the hand that covered her hip bone and the other against his waist as if trying to keep space between them.

“You had no right taking the phone from me today and talking with the investigator. You also had no right going off to tell the sheriff about it either. This is my business, not yours,” she stated firmly until he raised his eyebrows at her tone toward him. He pressed his hips against her, causing her to wedge against the counter in the kitchen.

“You are my business,” he stated firmly.

“And my business as well. The sooner you accept that the better,” Eric added, taking position to the right of Max.

She gasped at their proclamation, but before she could verbally attack him, Max took full control of the situation.

“Get this straight now, Stacy. Eric and I are fixin’ to make you our own. We will protect you, and we will do everything in our power to keep you safe and help you. You, in return, will obey our better judgment and without lip,” he stated softly as he rubbed gently along her waist and up to her ribs. Stacy in response gasped at his apparent gall then practically growled.

“Fuck you!” she replied to his statement in what sounded like the damndest Bronx accent he ever heard.

Instead of losing his cool at her potty mouth, he gave in to his own need to taste her and make her see that denying the attraction between them was just wasted time.

“With pleasure, darling,” he whispered then covered her mouth with his own.

Max kissed her with purpose, and she initially tried pushing against him, but then in a flash, she started grabbing for his shirt and pulling to get closer. Stacy was a real piece of work, and he loved that about her. His hands had a mind of their own as he caressed and fondled every inch of her. In the heat of their kiss, he lifted her up and placed her on the countertop while he plunged his tongue in deep. He tasted every inch of her mouth, unable to satisfy the hunger building inside of him. It was strong and hot. He pushed his hands beneath her tank top and grabbed hold of her breasts. They were more than a handful and felt soft and feminine to the touch. When Stacy moaned against his mouth and thrust her mound against his waist, he lost the battle to take things slowly. He pulled from her lips, both gasping for air, and he yanked the tank top up and over her head.

“Oh God,” she panted as she leaned back with her palms against the counter and he covered her left breast with his mouth. He licked and sucked on the delicate flesh, pulling her nipple into his mouth then nibbling it before releasing it. “Oh please,” she moaned, and he blew a soft breath across her wet nipple, making her arch forward. Eric took that second to cup her right breast before taking a taste for himself.

“Oh,” she moaned louder, eyes closed and looking like a goddess as they ate away at her breasts.

Max rubbed his hand along her inner thigh then pushed his finger tips against her mound. She jumped unexpectedly and both he and Eric caught her. Max released her breast to trail kisses along her chest then shoulder.

“You got my cock so fucking hard right now, baby. Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” he whispered between licks and nibbles against her neck while he pressed his fingers against her cotton-covered pussy. She moaned and grasped his shoulder as she thrust her hips against his hand.

“Tell him,” Eric demanded as he pulled a nipple, rolling it between his two fingers. She gasped, and Max rubbed her mound faster, parting her pussy lips despite the cotton barrier.

She tightened up against them. She pushed against Max’s fingers while she grabbed Eric’s shoulder. Then she screamed her release as Max covered her mouth with his own.
She fucking came.
He couldn’t believe it. It was so hot.

He lifted her off the counter and released her lips. “Was that your answer, baby? You want us, don’t you?” he asked, still waiting for her acceptance of both him and Eric.

“Oh my God, I must be losing my mind. I can’t believe I just—”

“Came?” both Max and Eric stated together, and Stacy blushed then lowered her head to Max’s neck. He held her with one hand against her back and the other under her ass. As she shyly hid from them, he stroked her pussy again, and she stirred.

“We’re waiting on you, baby. Do you want us? Do you want to give this a whirl or what?” Eric asked from beside Max.

She stared at them a moment then took a deep breath. “I’m not very experienced.”

“We got enough experience between the two of us to pleasure you darling,” Max replied.

“We want you. Nothing else matters.”

She nibbled her bottom lip, and they held her gaze. Max’s heart pounded with anticipation.

“Then yes,” she replied as Max carried her toward her bedroom.

* * * *

Stacy’s heart was pounding in her chest. She just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and she wasn’t even having sex. How immature and unsophisticated would Max and Eric think she was? Max placed her gently on the bed and leaned over her as if observing her closely. She stared at him as the softness of the comforter beneath her head provided a feeling of comfort and familiarity. She held on to that like a lifeline as she was about to encounter either the most amazing experience of her life or the biggest mistake ever.

“What’s the concerned facial expression about?” Eric asked as he took position on the bed opposite Max.

She tried taking a breath, but her chest felt tight, and her nerves were getting the best of her. Max touched her belly, and she jumped beneath his fingertips. He paused a moment, and a look of concern flashed across his face, but then he smiled. “You’re so soft, Stacy. So beautiful, isn’t she, Eric?” Max explored her skin with gentle fingertips. He teased her breast, and when he flicked her nipple, she stirred again.

“She is, and she’s all ours to explore,” Eric added, holding her gaze as his fingers caressed where Max’s just were. It caused a series of tiny vibrations to run beneath her skin. Everywhere that Max’s fingers touched, soon Eric’s followed. She grasped the comforter on her sides, trying not to stir and show her nervousness. Stacy glanced  down, feeling as if her breasts appeared larger and her nipples felt erect and hard. She felt an imaginary string connecting to her nipples down her abdomen and straight to her pussy. It was a strong pulling that almost caused her to moan.

“Close your eyes, Stacy, and just feel. We won’t hurt you, and we promise to go slow,” Eric whispered then leaned down, placing what felt like butterfly kisses along her belly. His touch added to the pulling sensation. She inhaled then exhaled, fighting the urge to give in to whatever these two men asked of her, but it was a losing battle. She wanted more and everything, anything they were willing to give. It would be impossible to deny or to resist their ministrations.

“Close your eyes,” Max added more firmly, and she found herself obeying his commanding tone. It turned her on and made her pussy clench then release moisture. She shifted her ass on the comforter, and suddenly she felt someone’s hand over her mound. She peeked her eye open only to be reprimanded by Max right before he kissed her eyelids closed again.

“Just feel, Stacy,” he told her, and she complied. She felt the caressing to her mound increase, and instinctively she lifted her pelvis, wanting more of the sensation. Her clit felt swollen and needy, yet his fingers weren’t inside of her. She wanted them to be. Inhaling, she tried to imagine who was caressing or licking where, and soon it didn’t matter. She wanted both Max and Eric. As fingers delved under the elastic of her shorts and gently tugged them down her legs, reality of the intimacy about to be shared between the three of them surfaced. She reached for the hand that pressed two thick, long fingers against her pussy lips just as he spread them.

“Oh,” she moaned and opened her eyes to lock gazes with Eric, who was now seated between her thighs, and then Max, who somehow removed his shirt without her knowing it. She felt the pounding in her chest again and the attraction to the perfect male specimen before her. She reached for his chest, and he grabbed her hand, placing the palm along the dusting of dark hair in the center of his chest. He closed his eyes as if feeling her touch him were the most amazing sensation in the world. Could it be? Could they be feeling as connected as she was feeling? He had more muscles than she had ever seen on a man. He was gorgeous.

Eric took that moment to push a finger into her as he used his other hand to spread her wider. “She’s all shiny and pink, Max. I can’t wait to taste her,” he whispered in a deep, seductive voice that caused her thighs to shake. She began to close them when her knees hit his thighs. In this position, they both could see everything. She was completely naked to their view, and they were nearly fully clothed.

“Don’t close up on him, Stacy. It’s going to feel so good,” Max stated then licked one nipple as he cupped the other with his hand. The double sensations of having two men touch her at once was overwhelming.

Eric pressed in and out of her pussy, increasing his speed then slowing down so he could add a second digit. He made little circles with his thumb against her clitoris as his fingers caressed against some sensitive spot she never knew existed. Her insides tightened, and she felt the tiny explosions, but a deeper need grew stronger.

“I need to taste her. She’s so wet right now, she’s gripping my finger and holding it so fucking tight,” Eric said then lowered his shoulders between her thighs, making the bed shift and squeak. Her clit hummed as his words sunk in. God, she wanted his mouth there on her. The moment his tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned and jerked in reaction. Eric licked, tugged, and pulled harder then pressed fingers into her in a sequence of thrusts. With his large hands under her ass cheeks, he spread her wider, and she lost it. She grabbed his head and held it snug against her pussy while he flicked his tongue over her clit. He licked her cream and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Max nipped her shoulder, indicating he wanted to taste her breast again, but her arms were stretched down so she could hold Eric’s head in position. Reluctantly she released her one hand, and Max cupped her breast and pulled the delicate flesh.

It was all too erotic to handle as her body tightened again and released. But there was still a hunger inside of her building and building. She wanted more. She wanted them inside of her. The scent of their cologne, the feel of their masculinity all fed her hunger.

Max rolled the tips of her breasts between his fingers as Eric continued his ministrations below. Then she felt Max lean over her chest and suck one of her nipples then the other into his mouth. She opened and closed her mouth in a silent scream.

“I got to have you baby. My cock is so fucking hard honey, I need in,” Eric stated, his explicit words making her feel like never before. She wanted to see his cock, taste his cock, and feel his cock deep inside her cunt.

“Yes,” she told him, and Eric released his fingers jumped up from between her legs and began to undress. Before she could admire the view, Max was taking Eric’s place between her legs and having a taste for himself.

“I’m gonna keep you wet and ready for us, Stacy. We both got big cocks and this here pussy looks so soft and delicate. We don’t want to hurt you. You’re ours, honey, and we take care of what’s ours,” Max stated then licked her folds before plunging his tongue deeper.

“Oh God,” she whispered, turned on by his words and declaration as he stroked her cunt. He licked along the folds then nipped and gently nibbled her clit, making her moan some more. She felt two thick fingers push between her folds, and she screamed another small release as she thrust her hips up, nearly jumping from the bed. Max’s large hand lay over her belly, holding her still. It was a firm hand. A hand used to holding a gun, to reining in a horse, and to touching her possessively, deeply yet gently.

“I’m ready to claim our woman,” Eric stated, and she popped her eyes open at the firm, deep voice. Max released her and began to rise from between her legs but not before scattering more of those butterfly kisses across her pussy then inner thighs. He stole her heart just as Eric was doing.