3. Talen

Talen

three

"Just give it a few more weeks, and if she doesn't come to us, we'll tell her everything about how we feel about her," Torin says, looking between Tarek and me.

"Fine, but if you fuck this up for us, you're dead to me, got it." I glare at Torin; I can feel my eye twitching as I stand up and place my pizza box on the coffee table. "I've lost my appetite."

"Same." Tarek throws his pizza box on top of mine, a wild look of desperation on his usually cheerful face.

This is horse shit. We've waited almost two years for Britt; I don't want to wait another minute to claim her. It's not just her body I crave. It's her mind. I've never met anyone like her before.

Growing up, she spent more time at our house than she did at her own. There were times when Teagan would be at hockey practice, and Britt would still come over. I don't know how many times we sat at the kitchen table, just the two of us, in comfortable silence as we worked on our homework assignments.

There would be times when she would look at me through her black-rimmed glasses and ask me a homework-related question, her large, expressive brown eyes looking even larger behind her glasses. I didn't know it back then, but I know it now: I've always been in love with Britt. Putting that love on hold for my brothers was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

But I'm done waiting. I'm giving Torin one more month, and that's it. I'll claim her with or without my brothers.

The doorbell rings, interrupting our conversation. Torin answers the door while Tarek retreats to the kitchen, leaving me with my thoughts of Britt and our one night together.

Make love to me.

She'd said it to me in a cute little British accent when she found me sitting alone in my father's study. After Teagan told us Britt wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be at the Halloween party, I didn't feel like partying much myself.

The highlight of the annual Halloween party is seeing Britt's face when she blows out the candles on the cake my mom makes for her every year. Without Britt at the party, there was no point in celebrating. I decided to hide away from Tarek and his weird dance routine. He somehow managed to convince Torin and me to perform with him. It's part of Tarek's strange sense of humor. He's gotten in trouble with Mom more times than I can count from one of his crazy stunts.

We're grown-ass men now; he should have outgrown his childish behavior, but unfortunately, he hasn't. Always having to be the life of the party has to get old after a while, but not for him. Tarek always has to be the life of the party.

Sometimes, I wish I was more like Tarek. Maybe I would have claimed Britt that night. Instead, I'm afraid I scared her off by calling her a dirty little slut. I've never said that before during sex. There was just something about the way Britt responded to me that made me do it. There was a flare of desire in her eyes when I called her that. Or the way her body swallowed my cock when I pushed against her asshole.

Even now, my cock hardens at the thought of taking her ass while Tarek and Torin fill her other holes. The idea of sharing Britt should disgust me, but it doesn't. I don't know how many times over the last two years I've jerked off thinking of that scenario. I can't wait to make it a reality.

I can picture her perfect pouty lips swallowing Torin's cock as her saliva runs down her chin as he fucks her mouth—her eyes widening as he hits the back of her throat. I'd gently place her on Tarek's waiting cock, a moan escaping her lips as her pussy adjusted to his size. I'd take my time playing with her asshole, thrusting the jeweled butt plug I'd buy her. Watching as her tight hole fluttered around it, stretching her out to take my huge cock.

The sounds of our grunts would be the only sound in the room until Torin was shooting his load deep down her throat, commanding her to swallow every last drop. I'd threaten to spank her ass if she let even one drop escape. I'd hold out for as long as I could, taking my time to destroy her ass thoroughly. I'd watch as she clawed at Tarek's chest, branding him with her nails as I railed her from behind.

Torin clears his throat and I realize I'm still in the living room with the movers shuffling in and out, unloading our boxes.

Torin finishes telling the movers where to put our stuff, and I desperately try to shake the dread that creeps into my body at the thought of having to wait to claim Britt. My body is demanding I claim her. Needing a distraction, I grab a box and rush up the stairs to unpack. The sooner we all get settled, the sooner we can claim Britt.