“Why’d you run, Megan?” Cody says. His hand comes to rest below his brother’s, hovering just above my curls.
“You have to stop,” I tell them.
“Tell us why you ran.”
“No.” The ice is disintegrating under my feet. Soon I’ll be in the water, clinging to a lonely chunk of frosty white, like Jack in Titanic.
“Tell us.”
“No!”
“Tell us!” Brock roars, and something in me snaps.
Both of You
Megan
I try to buck off their hands, to get away, but it’s hopeless. In an instant each of them has one of my arms pinned above my head, and one of their legs over each of mine, holding me down. Holding me open.
Cody cups me, just barely touching my sensitive flesh, the heat of his hand soaking into my soft folds. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering with need. He slides a finger inside me, and my traitorous body takes over, my hips arching up, asking for more.
“You want us,” he whispers.
“Why are you doing this?” I plead. “Please, just tell me.”
“Because we’re not finished with you yet,” Brock answers.
And there it is. They’re not finished yet, but they will be soon — like every other woman they’ve bedded. Pain lances through me, and I close my eyes to hide it, but it’s too late.
“Megan?” Brock says softly. “Sweetheart, look at me.”
My eyes screwed tightly shut, I shake my head. Cody’s finger moves, stroking slowly in and out of me. A tremor runs through me and I tighten around him.
Brock’s mouth comes to my ear. “We weren’t kidding, you know. We’re not leaving without you, and if we have to tie you to our bed until you come to your senses, that’s what we’ll do.”
My temper flares, my eyes snap open, and I give him my best glare ever. “Why can’t you two just move on to your next fuck toy?”
Their heads snap back in unison. “Fuck toy?” Brock repeats. I’m too angry to notice his expression, not to mention his tone of voice, so I keep right on going.
“That’s right. You know it and I know it. And I’m sorry I misled you, because I know you were just looking for a good time and I thought I was too, but that’s not me. All right? I’m done.”
The words are scarcely out of my mouth before Cody pulls his hand away. For one sickening second, I think I’ve won. Until he rolls on top of me, shoves my knees up around my head, and fills me to bursting with one hard stroke.
Even as wet as I am, it’s a shock. But not the bad kind. I cry out as my head goes back against the pillows, my hips surge up to meet him, and my arms go around him.
“You. Are not. A fuck toy.” He punctuates each pause with another thrust, his voice a low growl. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us.”
“Cody,” I gasp. The heat in his eyes is melting me from the inside out, incinerating my emotional armor, turning my deep freeze into nothing but steam.
Brock’s hand comes between us, going straight to my clit, circling and pressing in. I cry out again, sensation gathering in my core, building and building. “Let it happen, babe,” Cody urges me. One light pinch from Brock, and I shoot so far over the edge I’m almost in another galaxy, my nails scoring his brother’s back as I explode.
Cody rides me through my climax, then as soon as I start to come down, he pulls out and Brock takes his place. “Oh my god,” I moan, sensation already spiraling up inside me again. Brock’s even rougher than Cody, and it feels amazing.
“Look at me,” he orders, and I manage, with effort, to focus on him. “We’re keeping you. Exclusively. You and us, no one else. You understand?”
“Brock,” I whimper. I hear his words through a haze of pleasure and can barely believe them.
“Tell me you understand, Megan.” He’s pounding into me, sending me higher and higher.
“I can’t—” I gasp.
“This is not a fling.” Brock drills into me while Cody’s hand finds my clit, and the orgasm arcs through me like lightning, but Brock doesn’t stop. He fucks me even harder.
“You know,” he grits out, his hips pumping, his cock pistoning in and out of me.
“Know what?” I pant, still coming, my system revving like it’ll never stop.
“The truth, sweetheart.” He wraps my legs around his neck, plunging even deeper inside me. “You’re the only woman we want. What’s happening between us, it means something. It’s real.”
My world shifts beneath me and it has nothing to do with the unbelievable physical pleasure he’s giving me. It feels like pure light has just poured through me. “Brock,” I whisper, overcome.
“You done fighting us?” he says in a deep, low, impossibly sexy voice.
And I am. The last of my resistance disappears like mist in sunlight. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his head down until my lips touch his ear. “The truth is … I’m falling in love with you.”
As soon as I say it, he slams into me, pouring himself out inside me. My spasms milk him for every drop, and then he pulls out and his brother’s there, driving deep, his pace just as urgent as Brock’s.