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  He’d barely finished speaking before she’d aligned his cock at her entrance, preparing to take him into her pussy.

  “Oh, God, yes!” She feverishly rode up and down on his shaft—seemingly in a race for the finish line now. For several seconds, all I could do was watch. Her bold moves were so fucking beautiful…

  Thankfully, I shook myself out of it. In a flash, I realized exactly what she was doing.

  And exactly what was required to stop her.

  I reached out, putting full reverse thrusters on her by grabbing a handful of her hair. At once, she stilled.

  Fletcher glared daggers over her shoulder at me. I scowled back. Yeah, fuck you, too. He’d fallen just as deep into the minx’s little trap. In a minute, the bastard would be thanking me.

  “I’m on to you, Natalia.” I pressed my chest against her back, rumbling directly into her ear.

  Her eyes popped wide. “Wh-what?”

  “Do you think if he spends himself inside your cunt, no one will take your ass today?”

  “N-no. I-I didn’…”

  “Nice try, Tolly.” Fletcher’s aqua-blue eyes twinkled in the afternoon sun. He grinned, catching on but never getting angry with our girl. Not that I was truly angry, but sometimes the woman would only listen to full Dominant mode.

  “I-I wouldn’t do that,” she protested again.

  “No. Not you,” I rebutted dryly, pushing the lube into her hand. “Now rub this on his dick, like he asked you to the first time.”

  She huffed softly, curling her fingers around the lube. With another pout, she slid her body off his cock. The dude’s dick jutted straight up, now glistening and twitching in anticipation of her touch.

  Talia didn’t let us down. She slathered on a good amount of lube all the way to Fletch’s base before snapping the lid shut.

  “Damn,” he grated. “That’s…good, beautiful. So fucking good. I’m so hard for you. Can’t wait to do this.”

  His sensual celebration didn’t ease her nervousness one inch. She looked back to me for more instruction, grinding her lower lip with her teeth. I wished to hell I didn’t find that so captivating—but only because I knew exactly what joy she was bound for.

  “Straddle him like you were before.” I let my voice soften. “And relax. You’re going to feel so good, baby. I promise.”

  She settled once more across my brother, leaning her hands on his chest. He moved forward again, kissing her with passion and force, easing a lot of her worry away—though not all. Couldn’t fault the guy for trying, though. As he kept kissing her, he caressed and tugged on her breasts. Her nipples rose like tight little berries in the breeze.

  “We’re going to go really slow, okay?” he whispered.

  Talia nodded.

  I stroked a hand down her back, scraping my nails softly over her skin, watching goosebumps form in my wake. Because I couldn’t help it, I used my other hand to grasp myself through my jeans. My balls were tight and painful. My cock moistened the denim with more pre-cum by the second. I’d played voyeur to Fletch plenty in the past, but this had to be the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed—and he wasn’t even penetrating her yet.

  Fletcher continued kissing Talia, sucking and nibbling her lips, while lining up the head of his cock at her back entrance. Carefully, he circled over her opening a few times, coating her sweet hole with lubricant so the initial entrance would be easy.

  “How’s that look, D?” he asked me. “She all slicked up?”

  “Affirmative,” I managed to reply—not easy, since it required a thorough stare at the juncture of his cock and her rosette, waiting for him to breach her in such a forbidden way. “You’re clear for advance, man.”

  For the love of fuck, my dick nearly screamed. Advance already.

  Fletcher kissed Tolly again, with infinite more gentleness. “You’re in control of this baby,” he coaxed. “The motion’s just like when my cock’s in your pussy. Just lower yourself onto it. The head will be the worst part. Take it fast or slow. That’s up to you, too. It helps to open your muscles and push back at me, like you want to push me out instead.”

  Talia snorted. “Is that an option?”

  “No.” Fletch and I ordered it in unison.

  “Just go easy,” Fletcher assured. “Keep the ring relaxed…”

  “Oh, because you’ve done this before?” she snapped. “Had something that size up your bum?”

  “Well, no,” he stammered. “But it’s my understanding—”

  “Fletcher?” she interjected.

  “Yes?”

  “Just be quiet.”

  “Yes, dear.”

  Her determined look was adorable, until Fletcher distracted her with another string of fervent kisses. From my vantage point, I watched the head of his cock sink into her ass. Slowly, it disappeared between her cheeks.

  A rosy flush spread up Tolly’s back and shoulders. The normal tan of her skin soon returned. She had worked through the first-time anxiety and discomfort, and I was so fucking proud. I showed her so with a lingering kiss to the slick flesh between her shoulder blades.

  “You’re amazing, baby,” I rasped. “How does that feel now?”

  A long pause went by before she answered, between harsh gasps. “So…much. Oh, my God. So much.” She panted, utterly frozen above Fletcher’s torso. She looked confused about whether to move or be still.

  “It’s okay, love. Take it nice and slow. It’s all pleasure from here. Slide down a bit more. You can do it. Lighten up those nerves.”

  Fletcher shifted a hand down her belly, to her clit. He began lazy circles on the hard nub, widening Talia’s stare.

  “Ohhhh shit,” she moaned. “Ohhhh, Fletcher.”

  “You’re doing great, baby.”

  “I-I don’t know if I can take this too much longer.” She tremored, looking around with a panicked stare. “Are you going to come in there?”

  “Don’t worry about me, baby.” He didn’t stop caressing her clit. “This is all about you right now.”

  A tiny snarl left her. “Seriously?”

  Fletcher grinned. “I have an idea.”

  “I was afraid of that.”

  She ended that in a sharp yelp, as Fletcher executed a few deft moves to place her under him. The guy even had the guts to ask if she was comfortable, without surrendering a millimeter of his cock from her body. After giving her a second to grasp her bearings, he slowly started to move. With a forearm braced on each side of her face, he loomed over her as if taking her like a stuffy missionary—only there was nothing stuffy about this scene. My cock was right there to remind me of that exact fact.

  “How’s this?” he murmured. Genuine concern filled his voice, even when he chided her for the simple nod she gave as answer. “Say words, baby. We need to hear it. You know that.”

  “It’s…good,” Talia conceded. “It feels really good, actually.” She ran fingers from the back of his neck to the back of his skull, tangling in his hair. “Thank you for taking over.”

  Though I could no longer see his face, I knew my buddy was smiling. The energy of it permeated his voice as he instructed, “Okay, baby, let’s move a little. Tell me if it gets to be too much, yeah?”

  “Yes.”

  Her answer was so sexy and breathy, I had to squeeze myself again, staving my orgasm. Her face only intensified the torment. She looked up at Fletch like he’d protect her from one of the world’s ugliest monsters, even though he fucked her in such an intrusive way. Many even found the practice foul, but to the rest of us, it was connective and pure, the most sincere form of surrender and possession.

  Fletcher pulled his hips back slowly, sliding his cock almost completely from her ass. He stilled for a beat, then another, before gliding all the way back in. His hips bumped her ass cheeks, and his balls pressed into the valley between them. Again and again he lunged, several more times, filling the air with his groans and her gasps. Finally, he angled her legs up then out, wider than before.
r />   “Oh, my God. Fletcher.”

  “Feels so good baby,” he responded. “So fucking good. So warm. So tight in your sweet ass. Okay?”

  I couldn’t find words—so I watched like a mesmerized voyeur. No more directions, no more encouragement. I was purely, greedily, fascinated with the way they loved one another.

  Talia’s breathing had gone ragged. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were glassy. All the signs pointed to her body’s race for a monumental orgasm. She was on the edge…

  Almost there…

  Because of his height, Fletcher’s body easily stretched over hers. He had full access to everything else about her, as he kept stroking his cock in and out of her ass. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly at first, increasing the pressure as her breathing spiked. When she moaned, unable to take that anymore, he moved and repeated the treatment to the other breast. By the time he was done, both peaks jutted into the air, stiff and bruised, a red tinge to the normally brown areolas. They’d probably be sore tomorrow, reminders of how thoroughly she’d been fucked in the meadow before our return to the real world.

  Fletcher reared up, staring intently at her passion-filled face. “You like it now, baby? Feeling my cock take your ass like this?”

  “Yes,” Talia gasped. “Oh…my…yes.”

  “Good.” He growled in satisfaction. “Because now I’m going to make you fall apart—and I want to watch. I want to see you crumble as I come in your ass.”

  Her mouth opened to protest, but he slammed down, kissing her senseless. Talia moaned again from under him.

  “Are you ready?” He pumped faster.

  “Yes. God, please, yes. Fletcher. Please!”

  He wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her body to him. With a long, lusty snarl, he thrust harder into her ass. His head curved in, and he buried his face in her neck. “So good,” he whispered against her skin. “Invading your tight hole like this. Your sweet, wicked little body. I feel it shuddering for me, baby. I feel your ass trembling, your clit vibrating, your blood rushing…wanting to come for me. Wanting to come hard as my cock plows into you…”

  Her head arched back. Her face, painted in ribbons of the sun, was exquisite. Her hair tangled with leaves and apple blossoms, like a modern-day Eve succumbing to carnal sin—and loving it. “Fletcher. Oh, my God…”

  “Now, baby,” he finally snarled. “Come with me, Tolly—now!”

  She bowed her back toward him, her mouth dropping in a silent scream. Fletcher went completely still, his teeth openly gritted. They clung to one another for what seemed like an eternity—in what had to be the most beautiful, earth-shattering climax I’d ever witnessed, without being a part of. I found myself wishing I’d thought to record it with my phone, but the footage would be a shitty substitution for what the real thing had been. The energy of it. The power exchanged because of it. The heart-stopping beauty of it.

  Our girl now knew the magic of anal. Her joy filled me with such bliss, I didn’t even care about being just the observer. Honestly, I felt…blessed. Fulfilled. Humbled. Blown away.

  I waited until the two of them started emerging from the post-coital bliss, then stretched out on the blanket with them. When Fletcher carefully pulled out, I helped him clean her up before tucking her against me, spoon style, and stroking her from shoulder to elbow and back.

  Unbelievable. I was actually spooning with a woman and liking it.

  Fletcher dozed off for a while, content to have her leg thrown over his hip. A sated smile spread across the bastard’s face.

  I began threading my fingers through Talia’s hair, toying with the ends of the silky strands. “You okay?” I posed in a whisper. “Not too sore?”

  “I’m good. Fine, actually.” She slowly turned, trying not to wake him. Fletch was softly snoring, content after the explosive orgasm. “He was really gentle. You guys are so amazing.”

  “What is it?” It was a low demand, given as her forehead discernibly crunched.

  “I just—” She shrugged and blushed. “Did I…do something wrong?”

  I grunted hard. “Good God, girl. What would make you ask that?”

  Talia smoothed a fingertip over my neck. “Well…you didn’t join in. Like, at all.”

  “And my dick’s still not speaking to me because of it.” I added a chuckle but she didn’t respond in kind. “Honestly, I was so blown away watching you two,” I tried to explain. “It was more than enough. It was…incredible. Sometimes with you two, it’s just like that for me.”

  Finally, her concern seemed to lift. A little. “Hmmm.” She patted my pecs. “You know what I think, Mr. Newland?”

  “Oh, God,” I groaned. Mr. Newland. That could be a good thing or a bad thing.

  “I think that behind all this tough-guy exterior, there’s a nothing but a big ol’ teddy bear waiting to get out.”

  I snort-laughed. “Only when it involves the two of you.” My gaze narrowed. “By the way, tell anyone else your theory and I will tie you to my bed and have my nasty way with you.”

  She pressed a few fingers over her mouth. “Not your nasty way.”

  “Very nasty.”

  “Oh…well. Maybe I’ll have to test that theory?” Mischief twinkled in her eyes, pressing gold flakes into the luxurious chocolate of her gaze.

  I raised a brow, trying for menacing—which clearly didn’t work, since she dissolved into a fit of quiet giggles.

  Christ.

  I was definitely losing my touch. Going soft. As a god damned teddy bear.

  Being head over heels in love might have had something to do with it.

  And that sounded just fine to me.

  * * *

  I hated flying commercial. Even in first-class, for which we’d paid eight times more, it had been tedious. Because of it, the ‘teddy bear’ was a little—fine, a lot—grumpy as we waited for our bags to come off the carousel. Still, the pause gave me an excuse to touch our girl once more. I toyed with Talia’s ponytail while she leaned against me, her hoodie-covered back to my front. Fletcher stood facing her, turning her into our cute sandwich filling. His hands splayed her waist and he kissed her smiling lips.

  As soon as he let her go, she sighed with obvious contentment. “That was a fun vacation. I had the best time, you guys.” Her peace radiated, a separate sunshine of its own, fueling the we’re-the-shit-and-we-know-it look I traded with Fletch. For just a few more minutes, life was our perfect bubble of existence. I yearned for the authority to give Father Time the day off.

  “I dread what’s waiting in my inbox.”

  Now, I wished for the freedom to knock my buddy’s block off. “Now?” I snapped at Fletch. “You really can’t wait?” Normally, I was the one anxious to dive back into work.

  “Brother, there are at least seven fires needing my attention five minutes ago.” He grimaced as a buzz came from his pocket again. “Make that eight.” He looked back down to Talia, an open mope on his face. “I wish we were back in the meadow.”

  Talia sighed again, though not with as much ease. “Me, too.”

  Fletch pressed in, ready to kiss her again, but a burst of giggles made the three of us turn. A group of coeds nearby, dressed in matching T-shirts, leggings and high ponytails, gawked and whispered at our blatant affection.

  Immediately, Talia stiffened. She jerked, trying to pull out of my arms.

  Trying—and failing.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” My voice was low but serious.

  “Ssshhh,” she retorted. “I don’t want to cause a scene, okay?”

  “We aren’t ‘causing a scene’, sugar,” Fletch chided. “Just standing here like everyone else, talking about our trip and work for tomorrow.”

  Her lips, so perfect and berry red, pursed. “People are staring.”

  “No,” I interceded. “Teenagers are staring.”

  “And wishing they were you,” Fletch added.

  “I don’t—”

  I silenced her by whi
pping her around—and impaling her with my stare. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with us? Or me, at least?” I charged. “I mean, Fletch I can understand, especially with that hair. But me, Tolly? Really?”

  At least that made her laugh a little, just as the conveyor belt lurched into motion. She was saved from the discussion—for now. I had to push things to the back of my mind, but they would be revisited, likely the next time I had her strung up and on the edge of a screaming orgasm. Yes. Best to wait until then. I smiled at the thought. I’d make damn sure she had a thorough lesson in letting go of insecurities about people watching the three of us in public. Let them all watch, as far as I was concerned. They’d only walk away steeped in envy, jealous they didn’t know a love as profound as ours.

  After retrieving the luggage, we loaded up the Range Rover and headed toward the condo. As the familiar, bold silhouette of Chicago’s skyline appeared on the horizon, I smiled at the sight greeting me in the rearview. Fletcher was sprawled across the back seat, his head in Talia’s lap. She toyed with his messy golden-brown hair, a sublime slant across her elegant lips.

  “You really do need a haircut again,” she murmured absently.

  Fletcher emitted a sleepy hum. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll handle it. Just not right now.”

  She mock-frowned. “How does this grow so fast?”

  “Genetics?” He mumbled his answer into her thigh, drifting off from her soothing attention.

  We pulled under the front awning of our building, a skyscraper with a mix of old and new to the architecture. We’d picked the place for practical reasons—it was close to FF Engineering, Fletch’s company, as well as the major construction projects I was involved with—but it had never felt like home until Tolly had become a part of the picture. Ironically, we hadn’t met her through either of our professional pursuits, either. It was the task force for which we’d volunteered on for our buddy, Killian Stone, that had led to the woman who changed our lives.

  As we unloaded our bags, the night doorman rushed out to help. “Welcome home, gentlemen—and Ms. Perizkova.” He was a new guy but scored major points by including Talia in the greeting.

  “Thanks, Maurice,” I said, shaking hands with the smiling guy. “Where’s Ralph? I thought he was on nights?”