Winners (5 page)

Sinclair cried out and tried to
grind her apex into Ashton’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Don’t.”

“Ash.”
No
need to say anything else. His brother’s head rose up, despite Sinclair’s
immediate grab to hold him in place, his lower face wet with her juices, eyes
hot with lust. Ash smiled at her, the tender expression underscoring his carnal
desire and she glared back. Did she know what they planned? What they’d been
preparing her for with anal play and teasing?

“Not fair. So not fair. You can’t
leave me like this.”

Ashton flopped to his back beside
her, cock straining toward his belly, and involuntarily, Craig looked down at
his own pulsing, solid flesh. Sinclair called them her matched set, mischief
lighting up her lovely face—and tonight she’d find out exactly what a matched
set could do for her.

“Fuck Ash,
darlin
’.
Work that sweet little pussy on his cock.” God, the way her eyes flared when he
used dirty talk with her.

Sinclair wet her lips, and her
glare faded, a flush of excitement replacing it as she first stared at Craig’s
cock, which preened before her regard. Then she moved to straddle his brother.
A curtain of blue-black hair swung to obscure her face and beautifully reddened
nipples. Ash gently drew back the long strands and set them behind her
shoulders to fall down the length of her
back,
a
visual Craig stored for later, then cupped her breasts reverently. His gentle
hold was apparent as his thumbs drifted over her, and Sinclair’s eyes drifted
shut for an instant before she turned her attention to taking Ash.

Taking a position to watch her
place her sex over his brother’s cock, Craig held his breath as Sinclair
lowered
herself
slowly to accommodate Ash’s size and
length, Ash supporting her with a hand on either hip. She was so little … he
gave himself a mental head slap. They wouldn’t hurt her, would bring her the
best, intense pleasure, and hadn’t he already accepted she was made for them?
Seeing her take all of Ash reminded him to breathe when a satisfied groan
emanated from his brother’s lips, followed by a moan from Sinclair. Craig’s
cock twitched in reminder that it, too, wanted in, and he grasped the base to
squeeze hard and bring himself back under control. The urge to jerk off was
strong, but he and Ash had other plans. He drew on the lubricated condom.

With a hand on the middle of her
back, he coaxed Sinclair to lie flat against Ashton. Ash cuddled her close and
kept her from moving, their moves orchestrated by numerous such experiences,
except this one was momentously different. They loved Sinclair, and she loved
them. This was play
and
commitment.

“We’re both taking you tonight,
Sin.” Punctuating his comment with a kiss on her shoulder, he palmed a round
buttock, squeezing to ensure she knew his destination. Aside from a tiny
shiver, she didn’t respond, and Craig hurried to continue. Popping the lube
open, he applied it generously against her star opening and on his fingertips,
the bottle dropping to roll across the floor. Not his most graceful
preparation, but he blamed it on his shaky hands, shades of Ashton.

The firm tissue of her back
entrance gave before the press of one finger, as she accepted the invasion the
way they’d taught her, although her buttocks clenched.

“Relax,
darlin
’,”
he urged, and waited for her to adjust before adding another digit, parting the
two fingers slightly, the hot, dark walls within grudgingly accommodating the
additional width.

Always a quiet lover, Sinclair
muttered into Ash, who crooned against her temple.
“
S’okay
, sweetheart.
Let Craig get you ready.”

Craig flashed back to the way he’d
stretched her virginal channel in preparation for Ashton’s foray into paradise,
the same night she’d eased his need with her sweet mouth, and eased yet another
finger inside to join the others.

“Too much.”
He stopped instantly, rubbing her hip with his free hand until she again
relaxed,
her faith in him not to hurt her making his belly
clench. There was no mitigating some level of discomfort when he would come to
put his cock inside her tiny back hole, although the end result would be worth
it. He might not be able to fully understand the pleasure of double penetration
from a female perspective, but he intended for it to take Sinclair past every
delight she knew thus far. His and Ash’s release had become secondary.

“Touch your clit, Sin. Work your
hand in there where you and Ash are joined, and play.
Now.”

A little shuffling and an
adjustment allowed her to do as he commanded, and he took advantage of the
distraction to stretch her further. “Don’t you
come.
”

“Every time you
order her around, she gets wetter, Craig.”
Ash spoke through set lips,
and Craig knew his brother was nearing the end of his patience—or control.

“Bossy old man.”
A thread of humor and petulance ran through Sinclair’s muffled comment.

“You come before we say and I’ll
redden this nice ass and start all over again.” He smacked her once to prove
his point.

Craig felt the clench all around
his fingers, and Ashton groaned. “Fuck’s sake. Can
we
…”

Carefully pulling free, Craig
grabbed the wipes and cleaned his hand, quickly, before Sinclair’s body had a
chance to close up. Separating the ripe cheek with a hand, he pressed the head
of his cock against her anus in a steady, determined motion.

Ashton urged Sinclair to breathe,
his hands rubbing over her upper arms, up to her shoulders and back down, and Craig
popped through the remaining stricture of taut flesh.

Sinclair bucked, inadvertently
driving him deeper and pulling back from Ash, who immediately held her steady.
They all froze in place, the room full of Sinclair’s frenzied panting and his
and Ash’s deeper breaths.

“Jeez.
Holy cow.
You guys…”

“Let us have you,
darlin
’. Let us take care of you.”

“But—”

Craig somehow held his position,
although the sweat beaded along his hairline and along his upper lip. His hips
had a mind of their own, wanting to surge forward and plant him right to the
fucking hilt in a narrow well of heat he could barely resist. He felt his
brother’s cock twitch as if in response.

“Relax. Trust us.”

And she went boneless, melting
across Ashton’s chest, sliding back down on his cock, to Ash’s heartfelt groan.
Craig choked in the face of it.
Trust, the magical word.
He pressed deep into Sinclair’s body until his pelvis bumped her ass, his sac
against her wetness, and she accepted him.
Glorious.

“Okay?”

“Yes.
Really
full.
Please. Something...” She didn’t know what she was asking for—but
he did.

“You hang on, now.” Craig took hold
of her hips.

 
Catching Ashton’s eye, he withdrew a little
before surging back in, his brother pulling partway out to match his thrusts.
The sweat dripped from his brow onto Sinclair’s right shoulder, and he traced
his tongue over the droplets, the result of
her own
exertions mingling and bursting on his tongue. He and Ash caught the rhythm and
worked in and out of Sinclair. Whatever blood wasn’t fueling his cock hammered
in Craig’s temples as he felt their woman’s body dew further, her skin heating,
and he vaguely heard her stuttering breaths and incoherent moans and cries of
pleasure.

When she began to shake
uncontrollably, her hands clawing at Ash, Craig slowed his movement, and he and
his brother plunged deep together, a wide wedge of cock that drew a scream from
Sinclair as she shattered, her channels clamping to compress and constrict
their straining flesh. Craig echoed his brother’s shout of release and shuddered
against the strength of it. His body didn’t wish to obey him, and it took a
major effort of will to pull out in one smooth glide and manage to deal with
the condom, before dropping to his side.

“
Gonna
clean you up in a sec,” he promised.
If he could force
himself to move.

Sinclair might have said something
articulate, but he couldn’t be sure. Ash lifted her slack form and set her
between them, reaching for a wad of tissues. He gave some of them to Craig,
along with a wry look. Craig lacked the energy to force a smile, but figured
his brother could read his joy anyhow. For sure he read it in Ash.

****

All she wanted was to sleep. After
that …
experience
was too simple a
word to describe what they’d just shared. Sinclair had no modesty or self consciousness
left when it came to her men. They’d told her they would learn her body as
she’d learn theirs, and weren’t kidding. But she didn’t want to wash up—or be
washed up. She wanted to doze and enjoy what had just taken place. She wanted
to drift on something so huge it defied description.

Oh, her bottom would likely remind
her that something bigger than her doctor’s finger had been up there, and for
an extended period of time at that, fighting for space against the other big
cock sheathed in her pussy, but she’d already decided it was worth it. Any
minute doubts she’d harbored about ménage and not being able to meet Craig and
Ashton’s needs had been dispelled tonight, and she could admit there had been
the occasional niggle about falling short. Especially when she saw Melinda
Roberts sashay into the feed store as Sinclair pulled up to pick up Ashton’s
order. She hadn’t been able to go inside, instead driving home and telling Ash
she forgot the errand. He’d smack her ass if he knew she fibbed—over Melinda.
Especially over Melinda.

The orgasm had been spectacular,
her vision narrowing into a long dark tunnel before exploding into a myriad of
lights as her body sang and spiraled. But it was the closeness that left its
mark. She’d given her trust and had been claimed, absorbed between the loves of
her life, imprinted.

Craig tenderly cared for her,
cleaning and soothing her affronted flesh. Ah, she’d be as good as new in a day
or so.
And then you’ll be up for round
two.
Suppressing a giggle, she was glad she hadn’t said
that
out loud. Probably longer than a
day or two, and her guys didn’t need any more encouragement, those loving
pervs
,
who’d
won her heart.

She snuggled into her place between
them and drifted off, still high on endorphins. Two sets of lips kissed her
goodnight, and two pairs of hands smoothed the sheet over her.

Chapter Five

“Ready?”

Candy nodded and gave Reece her
best smile. Truth to be told, she felt very little anxiety about meeting with
her father. She couldn’t imagine anything he could do that would change
anything or make any further negative impact on her life. She and Reece had
talked about her trust fund and while he wasn’t inclined to let her spend the
money on him, or in any way detract from his ability to take care of her, he
wasn’t unreasonable either. The money would be there for their children, if
that time came. It was too soon to think of Reece’s babies—they’d only just
found one another again. But she did think about a little boy who’d toddle
after his daddy, and a sweet little girl who’d worship him.

Exiting the vehicle,
his own
SUV, Reece came around and held her door. She loved
those gentlemanly touches, almost as much as she loved his caveman persona. It
was fascinating how he effortlessly assumed the roles when the situation called
for it. She climbed out and took his hand as he drew her toward her daddy’s
home. She idly wondered what would be done with her suite now she was gone, but
aside from retrieving some personal things, didn’t really care. They traveled
up the walk, the flowerbeds framing the slate tiles beginning to wilt in the
face of the coming fall season.

The imposing front door opened, and
Roslyn stood framed in the entrance. Her stepmother hadn’t aged much over the
years, in part due to a strict beauty regime, but also because of good
genetics. Candy had met Roslyn’s mother over the years, and their bone
structure held against time. The other woman’s red hair was maintained at the
hair dresser, but otherwise, she looked similar to when she’d married Candy’s
father. Roslyn smiled at them, a surprisingly sincere smile that reached her
eyes.

“Candy.”

“Hi, Roslyn.”

“I’m glad you came.” Roslyn sounded
sincere, too, and Candy smiled politely. She really had no quarrel with her
stepmother. She supposed she could have met the other woman halfway in the
past, accepted her overtures as a parent, but she’d been an uncertain, reserved
child, compliments of her father’s rejection. Ah, she knew what to label it
now, and the reasoning behind it didn’t excuse him.
Nor
Roslyn, who hadn’t tried very hard.

“Where’s Emerson?”

Roslyn’s eyes flickered in response
to Candy’s deliberate omission of a paternal label.
“In his
study.”

“I’ll head to my suite and pack up
my stuff before we meet.”

“Oh, well. I suppose that makes
sense.”

Reece interrupted any comment Candy
thought to make about none of this making sense, by taking her elbow. He seemed
to know her thoughts before she did.

“I’ll give you a hand.”

She led him back outside and around
the main house, taking the path to the addition that housed her private
quarters. It had always given her a sense of privacy, this winding walk away
from the place she grew up in. Reece whistled as they went inside.

“Nice.”

“It was home.” She emphasized
was,
and he dropped an arm around her
shoulders and squeezed. It was a bright and airy space, and she’d furnished it
accordingly, but her shop was more to her taste.