When Rivals Love (Bayshore Rivals 3)

My vision goes blank, and my body goes limp as I come down from my third climax. Sullivan slips out of my mouth slowly, leaving a salty train of cum behind on my tongue. He still cradles my head when he kisses me softly before climbing off the bed. As soon as he disappears, I collapse on top of Oliver.

“I think you are relaxed enough now,” Banks announces, chuckling behind me. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He runs his hand over my ass, and up my lower back, his simple touch feels so intense.

“Yes…” I half moan.

Banks removes his fingers and replaces it with the smooth head of his cock. He pushes against the tight ring, and all I can feel is pressure. His cock is much bigger than his fingers, and for a moment, I don’t think it’s going to fit.

“Relax,” Oliver whispers in my hair and thrusts inside me, rubbing against my clit as he does. The sensation relaxes me more than his words, and I loosen up enough for Banks to slip inside of my ass.

“There you go,” Banks growls, his voice strained like he is trying to hold back. Slowly, he inches his way inside of me while Oliver momentarily stills. “How does that feel?”

“I feel… full, so full…” My voice comes out breathy, just like my whole body feels right now. “But it feels good… so good.”

At my words, Banks starts moving a little more, and a small whimper escapes my lips.

“Are you sure?” Oliver asks, running his hands over my arms and shoulders.

“Yes, I want you to move. Both of you,” I urge, and they don’t need another invitation. Oliver starts moving, thrusting again, and Banks starts to match Oliver’s pace. The feeling is new and almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Fuck, Harlow,” Banks groans behind me as they fall into a rhythm. “You don’t know how good this feels…”

“I’m not going to last long like this,” Oliver says, his voice strained like he is barely holding on.

“Me neither, I’m about to come,” Banks growls, and shortly after, I can feel him growing even bigger inside of me, his movements growing frantic, and his hand landing flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me down on to Oliver’s chest. I bury my face into the crook of his neck. Oliver tries to match his brother’s strokes. Both of them thrusting inside of me furiously now, and all I can do is lie there and take the enormous amount of pleasure they’re giving me.

They come almost simultaneously. Oliver holding me close to him, and Banks leaning over my back, kissing my shoulders until he stills inside of me.

I’ve never felt so spent in my life. I’m physically drained but emotionally full. This was so much more than sex; it was us becoming one. Four people coming together and proving how much they belong as one.

“I love you,” I murmur into Oliver’s skin.

“I love you too,” Oliver replies.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” Banks says in between kisses to my heated skin.

“I love you too, Harlow, we all do.” Sullivan appears next to the bed. I turn my head to look at him. “I ran a bath for you. It’s ready when you are,” he smiles, and all I can think of is how I got so lucky?

3

It’s weird to be back in Bayshore, maybe because I didn’t think I would ever return here. It all looks the same, like the college town I remembered it to be. With bars, coffee shops, bookstores, and small 24-hour convenient stores on every corner; to fill every student’s needs.

“We’re going to drop you off at the gallery, but we won’t leave you there alone. We’ll be right outside in the car,” Oliver explains as if we are planning some kind of super-secret mission.

“I’ll be fine. It’s an art gallery, and it’s not like anybody would expect me to be here. I’m just going to walk in and see if Shelby is here so I can talk to her. If she isn’t, I’ll walk right back out, and we’ll think of another plan, okay?” I look between the guys and wait for all three to give me a small nod before I open the door and get out of the car.

I can feel their eyes on me as I walk down the sidewalk toward the storefront of the gallery. A pounding forms behind my eyes and the sense of deja vu overcomes me. I continue walking until I’m in front of the glass door, my hand on the handle ready to pull the door open when the memory rushes in like water flooding a basement, seeping in through all the open cracks.

“I’m looking for Shelby. I’m sorry to show up here, I know she is working but this is kind of an emergency.”