The Confession

Heavenly arched against his mouth and dragged in a breath, her muscles seizing up. Then she bore down on Seth’s driving digits, her deafening scream cutting through the heavy air. He pinned her under him with an animalistic stare while she wailed and quivered and jerked.

She’d barely eked out the last warble of her cry when he lifted from her cunt, his eyes burning. “More, angel. I want more. Now.”

“Seth…” she whimpered.

“Your little wail says you can’t, but that pouting pussy says you can. And you will.”

He gave her no more time to recover before he latched onto her puffy flesh again.

As Heavenly shrieked and shuddered, Beck brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her face. “Don’t hold out on us.”

He wanted her teetering on a spine-bending precipice. And this time, he’d keep her from falling over—until her begging pushed Seth past his resistance and he mounted her snug, swollen sex, forgetting all about his tragic past.

“I’m not,” she swore breathlessly. “It’s just…”

“You’re suffering, I know. But you do it beautifully,” Beck whispered as he brushed a light kiss over her lips. “You won’t disappoint us, right? I’ll even help.”

Cupping the back of Heavenly’s knee, he lifted one leg higher. As if that gave Seth ideas, he shoved the other toward her chest. He pounced again, tonguing her manically.

Heavenly closed her eyes, a broken moan escaping her throat.

“There… She’s entirely spread out for you, pussy and ass,” Beck murmured. “She makes you need her, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” Seth snarled between laps at her clit.

“Makes you want to get inside her?”

“Yes.”

“Makes you desperate to show her that you own her?”

“Fuck, yes.” Growling, Seth withdrew his fingers from her cunt. They glistened under the golden light glowing from the nightstand as he dragged the digit down to her gathered rim and stared at Heavenly with demanding eyes. “Take me. Give me more.”

He didn’t wait, just started working beyond her taut ring and fixed his mouth over her pussy again.

She gasped, her heavy exhalation shuddering in the air when, somehow, he ate at her with even more gusto.

As Beck watched, need and impatience jerked at his mental leash. He held on by reminding himself their future was at stake. He couldn’t afford to fuck up tonight. Somehow, someway he had to convince Seth that marrying their girl and making babies with her was the right path—the only path—to happy ever after.

And he had to believe Seth was ready for that. Hell, he’d willingly taken Heavenly bareback at the lodge. Beck was convinced Seth would have continued doing it if Zach and his tragedy hadn’t stirred him up. But now that the PI had made peace with his brother, it was time for their lives to get back on track, right? Beck fucking hoped so.

Soon, the rise of her keening cries echoed off the walls and rang in his ears. She was on the edge again.

It was time for Seth to make a choice.

Ignoring the condoms on the nightstand, Beck reached for the tube of lube beside them.

“Take this.” He placed it in Seth’s hand. “Stretch her open. Get her ready so we can squeeze inside her tight little holes and fill her with our seed.”

Seth tore from Heavenly’s pussy and pinned him with a stare both weighty and unreadable.

“No. No! Don’t stop.” Heavenly’s whole body trembled. “I-I’m close. I need—”

“Us inside you. Yes.” Beck looked Seth’s way. “Hurry, man. She’s struggling. She’s suffering. She’s primed. It’s time to fuck her.”

“Please.” She jerked her head, shaking fingers pinching her own nipples before skimming down her body. She reached her swollen cunt and fumbled for her clit. “Please.”

Seth glanced between his own weeping cock and the lube in his hand, then at the condoms.