Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

I was a bastard. Total. Fucking. Bastard. I’d made her come twice—if that didn’t make me feel like a rock star, nothing did—and it had felt like more than just a quickie in the back of my shop.

It was… everything. She’d trusted us enough to put our names on that secret spot. For me to lick her pussy, get her taste all over my tongue. Bury myself balls deep. Get her off. Again.

I’d fucked before. Often. But it hadn’t felt like this. Not just the pleasure, but the connection. What the fuck was it with her? I was a moth to a sweet flame. It had been like… coming home. I felt like a million bucks knowing I could work her body to such pleasure that she screamed. But it was the fact that I could lose myself in her that scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t fuck and forget Julia. Couldn’t go back to random sex ever again. My dick wanted her. My heart, it seemed, wanted only her.

“Bennett!” she cried.

He was good for her. Smart. Rich. Clearly a good fuck. A gentleman—except for right now using a rolling board like a sex swing. He hadn’t been arrested for rape. He wouldn’t taint her like I would. Like I had, because I’d gotten inside her. Gotten a taste for what could be. What it could be like.

Bennett took hold of the back of one of her knees, lifted it up so he could go deeper. The wet sound of their fucking filled the back of the shop. Julia’s tits bounced with each deep thrust, topped with nipples Bennett had sucked to hard points.

I dropped my elbows to my forearms, ran a hand over my face. Fuck, my fingers smelled like her pussy. As soon as her brothers found out the clusterfuck of what had me leaving Miami, they’d kill me. Perhaps with Liam Hogan, the sheriff, in the mix, I might just get a busted nose, but when they found out I’d fucked their sister… I’d be in a shallow grave somewhere on the Duke ranch. Hell, I wouldn’t even get a burial, just left for the wolves to pick clean.

They wouldn’t let Julia get tangled with a fucker like me. I didn’t blame them. Hell, I respected them for the way they watched out for her.

Bennett slid a hand between them, and I knew the moment he brushed over her clit. I knew what that hard little pearl felt like against my tongue, knew how she reacted to it being touched.

After coming twice already, she was well-primed, highly sensitive and she came again, her head thrown back in wild abandon. Bennett fucked her through her orgasm and came right after, his body stilling deep in her, a growl ripping from his throat.

They were breathing hard and remained entwined.

I stood, the metal of the stool’s legs scraping across the concrete drawing their attention.

“I’m going to duck out.”

Bennett turned his head and frowned. His cheeks were ruddy and he was trying to catch his breath. His mind wasn’t ready for a conversation yet, his dick still buried in the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted, felt. Lost myself in.

He pulled back, his condom covered dick glistening from all that sticky sweet arousal of hers. Julia brought her legs together, pushed the hem of her dress down over herself as she lay in front of her truck.

Bennett found the trash can, carefully got rid of the condom. As he was tucking his dick away, he said, “What the hell are you talking about? We’ll take this back to my place. Right, Angel?” He grinned at her and tugged her up to standing, an arm wrapped around her. “That was fucking incredible, but I want to see what we can do in a bed.”

Her cheeks were flushed; curls had fallen out of the bun. She didn’t even realize yet her tits were out. She was well-fucked and mussed. Gorgeous.

Fuck, this was hard. We’d done that to her and I wanted to get her naked and do it all over again. No. Not with me. I’d just get her all filthy in a way even an auto shop couldn’t.

“Yeah, you guys go for it. I’m heading home.”

A little V formed in Julia’s brow. “Don’t you, aren’t you…”

She didn’t know what to ask.

I walked up to her, stroked my finger over her cheek, looked down at her nipples, now all soft and plump again, then met her green eyes. “It’s not going to work with me, Julia. Sorry. You’ve got Bennett though.”

Her mouth fell open as I heard Bennett swear behind me.

“Not going to work? You… you fucked me and now you’re walking away?”

I nodded once, biting my tongue so I didn’t take it all back.

“It was bad? Is that it? You learned how it could be with me and it’s not good.”

Bennett swore again, gave me a dark look. “Cash. You fucker.”

I nodded once. “Yeah, you’re right. Take care of her, okay?”

I turned on my heel, walked out. Didn’t look back. I couldn’t stand to see the hurt on her face, the anger on Bennett’s. It was for the best. She deserved better than me. This threesome thing made me content in knowing she wasn’t alone. She had Bennett, and I’d have the memories of what we just did as I worked every fucking day for the rest of my life.

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