“Easy,” Cole said again. “Good girl. Just take a minute. Shh.”
I wiggled my hips, relaxed my hands on the sheets, arched my back, took the time to adjust. I breathed deeply, willed the silly tears away.
I licked my lips, felt Cole’s chest rise and fall, felt his big hands on my hips. Declan caressed a hand down my spine, cupped my bottom. The scent of sex swirled around us, musky and heady. This wasn’t a little rutting in the dark. Hell, it wasn’t even a quickie on the kitchen table. This was all out fucking. Hot and wet, noisy and sweaty. And I loved it.
I wiggled some more, pushed back and Declan slid in a touch deeper. Cole glanced over my shoulder.
“Ready for more?” Declan asked.
I nodded, my long hair sliding over my bare back.
“Say it, sweetheart. Say you want your men to fuck you together.” Declan’s words were so carnal, so dark, I shivered.
“I want you…I want you to fuck me together,” I whispered, as if I needed to be quiet before the storm.
Cole lifted me up so he slipped from me until only the broad head clung to my swollen folds as Declan slid in more and more. As he pulled back, he applied more lube, easing his way in deep.
I pressed against Cole’s chest with my hands, arching my back, rocking my hips as much as I could, my clit rubbing against Cole. It was too much. They were too much. God, we were too much.
“I’m…I’m going to come,” I gasped. My eyes were closed and I felt sweat bloom across my skin. Cole’s body was so hot beneath my palms. Declan’s breathing soughed in my ear as I felt his hips press against my bottom.
“I’m in. Fuck, Hannah, you’re perfect.”
Yes, he was in all the way. So deep, stretching me so open.
He pulled back slowly as Cole plunged deep.
“I’m…it’s too much!”
“Come,” Cole said, picking up his pace. While I sensed Declan was holding back, he took me in full strokes now, the still tight entry clinging and squeezing his entire length as he moved.
I did come. Perhaps it was because Cole commanded it, but I knew it was just too much. I’d been holding back in life, with my relationship with them and I’d missed out on the pleasure to be had.
And now, I gave myself over to it. I didn’t keep anything from my men. I writhed on Cole’s lap as I came, my inner walls milking their cocks, wanting them deeper and deeper still.
Declan placed a hand on my shoulder as he crammed me full, shouted out when he came. He held me in place as he did so, but slowly loosened his grip, let his hand fall away. He carefully slipped from me and I felt his seed follow. Moving to the side, he allowed Cole to grip my hips and flip me onto my back. He pounded into me then, not holding anythin
g back. “God, Hannah. Yes. I love this with you. I love you.”
His wild rhythm had me coming again, although I doubted I ever stopped the first time. I brought my knees up, clenched his hips, but he took my ankles and raised them to his shoulders, going even deeper.
He thrust once, twice, then came. I went with him. No limits. No restraints.
I collapsed on his chest, our sweaty bodies clinging, his cock softening within me.
I felt Declan slide in beside me. Cole turned, placed me between them.
“You’re ours,” Cole said, repeating the possessive words. Yes, they were possessive and now, I felt they even might have been obsessive. Nothing like Brad. They’d been perfect. Perfect for me.
Brad had ruined my life, forced me to flee everything I knew. Yet because of it, I’d found where I belonged. Good from bad. Light from dark.
I reached out and grabbed Declan’s bare thigh, put my other hand on Cole’s chest.
They’d claimed me, branded me as theirs…and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“You’re mine,” I vowed.
I’d have the rest of my life to try, but I knew I’d never get enough of them.