Chapter 33

33

* T heo's POV*

My entire body is buzzing like a live wire, anticipation coating every inch of my skin, electricity skittering through my body, making it hard to breathe. I tell Isla to turn over on her stomach, and she does, those wide, guileless eyes looking up at me before she lays her cheek on the bed. She's so fucking beautiful. Miles of creamy skin covered in the sexiest smattering of freckles. I want to discover every single one. Connect them with my fingertips. My tongue. My cum. I groan, lifting her by the hips enough to push a pillow under her hips, putting her perfect heart-shaped ass on display for me. I trap her legs between my knees, sitting back, palming the round globes of her ass cheeks and squeezing, spreading her until she pushes back into my hands, her pussy weeping for me.

I've never had a problem with coming too fast, but I know my control will fly out the window the second I’m inside her. That moment I sunk my cock into her pussy the first time is going to be branded into my brain forever. I felt her relax underneath me, her muscles loosening to allow me in before gripping me tight. I nearly embarrassed myself on that very first thrust.

I lick from the top of her crack to the base of her spine. "You've had anal sex before?" I ask, my voice rough, my eyes glued to her ass and the way her muscles ripple under my touch.

She coughs, then clears her throat, making it obvious that the question makes her uncomfortable.

"The truth, Isla."

"I've done some butt stuff," she says, looking back at me, her cheeks scarlet. She's so goddamn pretty when she blushes for me.

"What does that mean?" I ask, sliding my thumbs up her crack, reveling in the way she writhes beneath my hands.

"A finger," she mumbles, burying her face in the bed.

"A finger," I repeat, stunned. Fucking hell. "That's all?"

She nods, gasping as my thumb circles over her puckered skin.

"I wish you had told us that, Isla. It'll take a bit before you're ready for all three of us."

"What do you mean?" She looks over her shoulder at me, green eyes filled with questions.

"I mean that it takes time to be able to fuck someone in the ass and have them like it."

"Oh."

My cock twitches at the thought of claiming her virgin ass. "We'll have to order some things tomorrow."

"Like what?"

I don't answer right away, all of my attention focused on her body. I spit on her, rubbing it in with my thumb before pressing against that tight ring of muscle. Her moan draws a noose around my balls, pulling tight. Fuck.

"We need to order a set of graduated butt plugs so we can stretch you slowly."

"Will three weeks be long enough?"

"As long as we all use them every time, it should be." I crawl backward, lowering myself to the bed and burying my face in her ass.

"Theo!" she shrieks, trying to twist away from me.

"If you don't like it, I'll stop," I pant, breathing in her arousal like it's the elixir of life.

She doesn't say anything .

"Talk to me, Isla."

"I like it," she whispers, her neck flushing.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed. Embrace what feels good. There's no point hiding from it when we only have one life. We need to wring every drop of pleasure from it." I growl as I spread her wide, licking her, fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts of my tongue.

"Fuck, Theo!" she moans, pulling her knees up a little as she pushes her ass back toward me, her body begging for more.

I slide a finger into her pussy, groaning as she clenches around me matching the movement of my finger with my tongue. I add a second finger, turning my hand so my palm is facing down, massaging her inner wall, focusing on the spot that makes her twitch.

"I'm close," she whimpers, her entire body trembling.

I push up to my knees, pulling her hips back. The sound she makes as I slide my thumb down her crack and push inside nearly breaks me. I grip my cock, sliding it up and down her slit, holding the crown on her clit, pulsing there until she's a sobbing, squirming mess. I notch myself at her entrance, giving her a second of warning before I slam into her. I push her chest down into the bed, fucking her ass with my thumb as I rock my hips against her, the ridge of my crown catching on her G-spot with every thrust.

As her body grips my cock, all I can think about is how there's no way I'm going to last as long as she deserves. I had so many plans for tonight, including edging her until the only thing she could remember was my name. But now, with her silky smooth skin beneath me, one hand reaching back to grip my knee, the other fisted in the sheets, and the sounds coming from those perfect lips, fucking hell. I was kidding myself. There's no option but to come and come hard.

"Isla," I rasp, my lips moving against her shoulder.

"I know, me too," she pants, her body moving against mine.

"Will you turn over for me, baby? I need to see your face." I help her turn onto her back, gripping her ankles and wrapping them around my waist .

"Good girl," I murmur, sliding my palms along her calves and up her thighs, need battering me from all sides. "I wanted to last forever for you, Sunflower, but you're too fucking gorgeous. I've been on the edge since your dress dropped to the floor."

"I don't need you to last forever, Theo, I just need you to make me come."

Fuck. I swear my heart nearly bursts from my chest, swelling with love for her. I hold her gaze, drowning in pools of luminous green as I flex my hips, nudging at the entrance to my own personal heaven. I thrust into her, our groans mingling as I press my lips to hers.

"If I die like this–with my cock buried between your legs–I would die a happy man."

"Don't die. Just fuck me. Please."

I can tell she's close by the way she writhes underneath me, her back nearly breaking to get closer to me. I drop my weight, pushing myself forward the slightest amount so my pubic bone rides over her clit as I move over her.

"Look at me, Isla." Her eyes snap open, her gaze spearing me in the chest. Like a knife twisting in my heart, carving her initials into me, branding me as hers. A mark I will wear with pride on my sleeve for the rest of my days.

"Do you feel that?" she whispers, her eyes wide with wonder, her fingers brushing over my jaw.

"Yes," I chuckle, sliding into her, then farther, pressing her into the bed.

"You know what I mean," she gasps, her back arching even as she rolls her eyes at me.

"I do know what you mean," I murmur, tenderly kissing the corner of her mouth. "It's like the stars aligned and our souls locked together." She stares up at me, shocked, not saying anything. I clear my throat. "At least that's what–"

She stops me with a finger on my lips, pushing her hands into my hair and pulling me down. She frames my face with her hands, sucking on my bottom lip before pushing her tongue into my mouth. The tension between us ascending up to dizzying heights as I slowly pull my cock out and then push forward, sliding back in, her clit rolling between us. I swallow her cry, picking up the pace. She rakes her nails down my back, latching on to my ass, pulling me closer until my control breaks.

"Come with me," I say roughly. Our kiss is forgotten, mouths open in desperate ecstasy, breathing each other's air as we reach for the summit. I shorten my strokes, and she rewards me with a moan that has my balls drawing up tight.

"Isla–" I pant.

"Don't fucking stop," she begs, her eyes locking on mine as her face crumples. The first tremor of her pussy around my cock makes me fold. Her eyes close as her orgasm grips her, and I drop my head to her shoulder, slamming into her. I roar my release, burying my cock as deep as it will go, her pussy squeezing out every last drop.

"My ears are ringing," she pants, laughing in the way you do after a mind-blowing orgasm.

"That was incredible, Isla. You’re so fucking amazing." I push fiery strands from her forehead, kissing her temple. "Let's get washed up."

"I don't know if I can stand, Theo. My arms and legs are all shaky."

"As they should be. Give me a minute. I'll run a bath." I look down at her, and a peculiar sense of protectiveness washes over me.

"What's that look for?" she asks, pushing to her elbows.

"I know I'm grumpy sometimes–"

"Sometimes?" she asks, interrupting me.

"Fine, most of the time, and I know I'm not the best at communicating, but I hope you know how fucking important you are to me, Isla. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."

"You're not going to lose me, Theo. I wouldn't have slept with you if I was planning on leaving."

I sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her into my arms. "Tell me you love me, Isla." My voice is husky, desperation lacing my words.

She places her hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to meet her eyes. "I love you, Theo. I love you and your brothers more than I ever thought I could love anyone other than family. The three of you have taught me so much. I'll never be able to repay you for what you've given me."

"We'll never be able to pay you back for ripping the pub out from underneath you," I mutter, a bitter edge to my voice.

"You still don't understand, do you?" she asks, shaking her head slowly. "You guys gave me a gift, Theo. I would have been eighty-five and still working in that pub. I would never have had a life. Never taken any chances. Never dated the three of you, that's for sure. Things happen for a reason. Even you snatching the pub out from under me. If you want to pay me back, help me create a successful brewery. Then we can call it even."

"Deal." I can't bear to let her go, so I carry her to the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with her balanced on my thighs as I fill the it with water, dumping in a generous amount of bath salts. I stand, holding her tightly to my body as I climb in, settling her between my legs as steaming rises around us.

"God, that feels good," she sighs, pulling my hands around her stomach and burrowing back into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Better than sex?"

"Never." She covers a yawn with her hand, her eyes fluttering closed.

I would do almost anything to stay here like this forever. Just the two of us. But I know from experience that eventually I would want to give her more, and that's where my brothers come into the picture. The three of us are a perfect match for this complicated, feeling, independent woman, and I can't wait to show her what that truly means.