CHAPTER TWENTY

MIRA

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Daniel’s grunt pulses between us. The heat of his cock burns up my arm as I stroke him. As I rub his smooth shaft from tip to base.

Part of my brain can’t believe I finally get to do this. Can’t believe I’m naked in his backseat, legs thrown open wide around him with zero shame while I palm his beautiful dick.

Daniel is nothing like Kalen. Not in any shape or form. But his cock is all man. Big and intimidating just like Daniel is. I’ve felt it rub against me hundreds of times, swollen and needy, but it doesn’t compare to this.

“Is this mine, Daddy?” I peek up through my lashes in time to watch the sharp tightening of his jaw.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, baby. All yours.”

I brush my thumb over the head, gather the slick droplet pooling at his opening and rub it over the thick cap.

All the while, I never take my eyes off the man I would give my soul for. I watch him watching my hand like he’d been given a second chance at life.

“I can have it whenever my pussy is wet?”

Daniel growls through his teeth. His fingers carve dents into the leather headrest. The knuckles bleached white.

“Mira...”

I stifle my giggle and distract my brain by pumping my fist along the thick, pulsing vein winding down his cock.

“I need it again, Daddy. My little hole needs—”

Strong fingers catch my waist, and I’m dragged up and across his lap. My legs are pulled wide over his thighs. My back against the firm wall of his chest. His cock is a throbbing appendage brushing against my soaked opening.

“Once I’m done stuffing your tight cunt, we’re going to have a long conversation about that fucking mouth of yours.”

I reach down and grip him, hold him in place while I bring myself down. I don’t muffle the shaky whine of his name as I let his head breech me.

“You don’t like it?”

His grip tightens. They dig into my hips, cutting bruises into my skin. His hot breath rushes across my shoulder blade.

My only warning.

I’m slammed down on him, forced to take every inch to the hilt before I’m ready and the pain ... the sweet, sharp pain rips the oxygen from my lungs, crippling the scream locked in my chest. The world shudders and rocks, and I feel the quake in my dark bubble of velvet agony. My core clenches hungrily around the steel wrapped in silk forced deep, deep inside my channel and my body heaves with the pressure. The scorching inferno tearing through me.

“Does this feel like I don’t like it?” Daniel is saying when the alarm bells in my head dull to a roar.

His hands are punishing weights pressing me down, holding me captive to the beast wedged inside my seizing heat. His lips are at my nipple. His teeth hurting. Nipping. Biting. Tongue soothing while he fingers my clit.

My brain takes too long to register the impossibility. It struggles to rationalize how he’s secured my hips while still stroking my nerve bundle and licking my breasts from behind me.

My eyes snap open and my head jerks off Daniel’s shoulder. I don’t know what I’m looking at for a second. There’s a dark head at my chest.

“Christian...”

It hadn’t been the world shuddering, but Christian getting into the truck, into the backseat. His broad frame takes up the seat next to us, his body bent at the waist to tease me.

Heavily lidded eyes lift through thick lashes to find mine with my nipple still caught between his teeth. His fingers glide with unhurried strokes between my folds while his brother keeps me impaled...

“Oh God!”

My head drops back against Daniel’s shoulder. My fingers fist in Christian’s hair, urging him to keep sucking my nipples. To tease my clit. I arch my back and roll my hips. The motion drives Daniel deeper.

“Such a good little toy,” he growls into my ear. “So tight and wet. I’m so deep inside your sweet cunt, Mira, and you’re taking me so well.”

“I want it, Daddy,” I choke out, desperate. On the edge. “I want it.”

“I know you do, baby. I can feel how close you are.”

“How close?” his brother coaxes.

Christian pulls the leg closest to him up and over his shoulder. The position is too deep, too awkward. My limbs aren’t used to the angle, but his mouth has replaced his fingers on my clit and I forget the pain. The discomfort. I swear and thrash. I bounce on Daniel’s perfect cock while his brother fuses his lips around the very heart of every nerve ending in my body and pulls with light, maddening suckles.

Not enough.

It’s not enough. Even with my hand pressed into the back of Christian’s head, my hips rubbing and grinding, it’s not enough.

“Please. Christian, please. More. I’m so close.”

“Let her cum, Chris. We can’t play with her here.”

Daniel palms my breasts. He cradles their weight and strums the peaks in perfect sync with Christian’s intensified sucks.

“Yes! Please, God, yes!”

“Fuck. You’re squeezing my dick so hard, baby. I’m going to fill your unprotected pussy up again.”

I don’t hear the rest of his promise when the wave of release crashes over me and I cum all over his cock. All over Christian’s tongue. My channel grips the solid bulge stretching my walls and I feel it twitch and shudder as it sprays ropes of hot cum up inside me.

“It’s so much,” I gasp, even as my shuddering body milks him.

Daniel chuckles darkly into my ear. “It’s all for you, little doll. Every drop.”

Pills. I’m definitely going to need to get back on them immediately because with the amount I can feel him emptying in me, there is no way he’s not going to knock me up.

He’s still rigid when three sets of hands pull me up and off him. Dislodging him from my body. It’s not rock hard, and the veins aren’t pulsing, but he’s still in a glossy, stiff state that makes my belly tingle.

The sensation releases a thick splatter of cum down my thighs and between my feet to soak into the floor of the truck. I catch sight of my tattered panties chucked to one side, the straps torn. There is nothing to catch the mess he’s created.

“We should move,” Daniel says softly, refastening his jeans, eyes searching the cars around us. “Getting caught fucking in the parking lot of a family establishment won’t end well for any of us.”

“You started it,” I retort, and yelp when his heavy palm smacks my ass.

“Dress. Now.”

But I don’t miss the ghost of a grin he shoots me before kicking open his door and hopping out.

I glance at the other man watching me. His powerful body is still tilted in my direction, but he’s leaning back against his door, one arm draped across the back of my seat. Our eyes lock and I tingle at the penetrating stare he levels on my face.

Christian leans forward and captures my chin. He tilts my face to his and strokes his lips over mine. It’s done with such gentle devotion, my chest cinches. My head rushes. I gasp and he lightly flicks his tongue in to tease mine.

“You’re fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, barely drawing back, not even when he sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip. “You did so good.”

Warmth spreads across my heart and spills into my cheeks. He just smiles and tilts his face to plant a kiss to my brow before following his brother out of the truck, leaving me to dress alone.

My legs are still coursing with tingling ripples of electricity when I nudge my door open a few minutes later and step down onto the footrest. There’s a sweet, aching thrum between my thighs I can easily get used to, and a tender spot at the crown of my head from getting slammed into the car door that I find hilarious, but I regret nothing. It was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m dying to do it again on a bed, with both men fully naked.

Daniel appears before me, his golden eyes taking me in with that mischievous little smirk that makes my face warm.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I grumble, not really meaning it; I love the way he looks at me.

His strong hands settle on my waist and holds me steady. I instinctively twine my arms around his neck and lean into him.

At eye level, I’m at the perfect height to brush my lips over his, still a little giddy on the fact that I can. Yesterday when he was keeping me at arm’s length and touching him practically sent him out of his skin feels like a million years ago. I’m not entirely sure how it all changed, but I don’t care.

“Like what, pretty doll?” he growls in that tone that reminds me I’m not wearing panties because of him. “Like my cum isn’t running down your pretty thighs right now?”

“Daniel!” I gasp, amused and horrified.

He snickers as he leans in and catches my bottom lip with his teeth. He nips and tugs until I moan.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to use your pretty cunt as my own personal cum dump. To just bend you over wherever you’re standing and pick a hole.”

He’s soaking the crotch of my jeans. He’s liquefying my insides and releasing his seed back down my body. He’s making me want to drag him back into the truck and force him to clean his mess.

Instead, all I can do is press myself deeper into him and whisper, “Take me home, Daddy.”

Daniel kisses me. It’s slow and consuming. I’m a puddle by the time he allows me air again.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.

I shake my head. “I loved every second.”

He strokes my cheek lightly, that way he does when he’s comforting me. “You were perfect, baby girl. You make me very happy.”

Unadulterated happiness drizzles through me in a sweet rush that makes my head foggy and my heart race. I bump my nose to his because all words have failed me.

He smiles and draws back to help me down. His warm fingers stay protectively wrapped around my hand as he closes the door behind me and turns to the man over his shoulder. “Let’s eat.”

I expect us to head back inside to order food. I’m starving. It’s already well after noon and we haven’t had a thing to eat, and I’m beginning to suspect, between the two, I’m going to need all my strength. But Christian moves to the passenger’s side door and pulls out two greasy bags and a soggy drink holder. I guess he was ordering while Daniel had me bent in half in the back seat.

“Oh, you are the best person in the world,” I whimper, hurrying over to grab one of the bags.

“Hear that?” He smirks at Daniel, who rolls his eyes. “I’m the best person.”

“She’s only saying that because you have food,” he mumbles, grinning.

I block out the rest of their teasing and tear open the bag to the greasy scent of deep-fried meat and warm bread. I inhale deeply while thrusting my hand inside for a crisp, golden fry.

I’m munching and moaning around the delicious morsel when Daniel guides me to the back of the truck. The tail bed is open, and he hoists me up onto the edge. He and Christian hop up on either side, sandwiching me between them. The bag is taken from me. A single sachet of fries is stuffed into my hand while they divide the food.

An easy sort of silence settles over our little group. A comfortable calm I know I could easily get used to.

The back of the truck is facing the restaurant and the steady stream of vehicles and people. No one else seems to notice the possessive hand Christian has on my upper thigh or the gentle strokes of Daniel’s palm along my back. No one cares that they’re sitting too close. That we are connected from hip to knee. Everyone has their own lives and worries. After the last few days, being around normal people feels so good.

I exhale around a mouthful of fries and let the tension melt from my limbs. I didn’t realize just how wound up I’ve been since arriving to Jefferson until I’m breathing, actually breathing without every wisp getting caught around the weight in my chest.

I get that it’s not normal. What I did with Daniel and Christian not ten minutes ago isn’t a usual or commonly accepted thing. I get that even in the usual sense, most people wouldn’t understand my attraction and desire for two men. Hell, I don’t understand it. All I’ve wanted for nearly a year is Daniel. He’s been my world. The center of my entire universe. He’s always been enough and would always be enough if Christian decides to leave, but I ... there’s something about Christian. There’s something in me that craves him. It likes the way he looks at me. The way he touches me. It likes that Christian doesn’t tiptoe around my feelings.

Daniel is always honest with me, but I know he cushions his words. He protects my feelings and tries to ease me into everything.

Christian is brash and rude. He’s insufferable and an asshole, and I like it. I like that he’ll call my bullshit. I like that he argues back — heatedly. I like that despite his rough edges, he’s sweet and kind. He makes me laugh even when I’m pissed enough to hit him.

They make me feel balanced. Like together, they create one perfect man, and both want me.

How crazy is that?

Still, I know he won’t stay. For him, this is probably a passing amusement, a way to make good of a bad situation. Once we leave, he’ll return to his apartment and his life, and we may occasionally see him on holidays and maybe we’ll fuck, but eventually, he’ll move on. He’ll find himself a girlfriend and I’ll have to pretend like I haven’t cum all over her boyfriend’s cock.

Or would they tell her? Would Daniel share her, too?

Christian gets to have me. Daniel’s fine with it, but does that mean if Christian found someone, Daniel can have her, too?

Suddenly, the fistful of fries I’d gulped down hits my gut like a rock.

I barely like the idea of Christian with someone else and I know I can’t keep him. I know he can’t stay. I can’t risk more blood on my hands. I’m already feeling too much for the guy and he’s only been in my life a few days.

But Daniel with another woman? Is that what he wants? Is he hoping that by sharing me, I will share him? Can I share him?

No.

No. Never. I won’t.

Maybe that makes me selfish and greedy, but he’s mine. I waited a long time to get him and I’m not letting some faceless bitch put her grubby hands on him.

“Mi?”

My head jerks up. I realize he’d been talking to me, and I’d been glowering at my untouched burger. I have to smooth out my frown, pull back the urge to snarl at him that he’s not allowed to have another woman. That needs to be a calm, rational conversation, not me screaming at him like a lunatic because I’ve worked myself up into a frenzy over a hypothetical scenario.

“Yeah?”

Good. No hint of crazy in my tone.

“I was thinking we find a grocery store while we’re here and stock up. I want to avoid going into Jefferson if we can help it.”

He’s not going to hear an argument from me. If he told me we were packing up and leaving that very night, I would tell him to just leave everything; I can get new stuff.

But I tell him that sounds fine. I get a kiss on the side of my head and left to return to my cycling spiral of madness.

“Eat your burger, brat,” Christian drawls into my other ear, pulling me back out.

It takes me a second to realize the man is trying to order me to eat. Worse still, I had every intention of eating my burger ... as soon as I stopped creating fake scenarios in my head, but his audacity has me setting my burger aside to glower at him.

“No,” I retort.

That earns me an arched eyebrow and a curved lip around the burger he’s demolishing. “You sure?”

I don’t like the challenge in his tone. The warning. It unnerves my confidence and prickles my suspicions, but I’m committed now.

“I’ll eat it when I want.”

Christian blinks his beautiful eyes slowly and offers a shrug. “Okay then. You’re a big girl who can make up her own mind.”

Wait. This feels like a trap.

I dart a glance towards Daniel and get an unhelpful grin. I must have missed something in the conversation.

Damn it.

“Why? I mean, I am, but...”

Christian smashes his wrapper between his big hands and chucks it into the empty food bag. He brushes his palms down his thighs like he’s ready to get going.

“Wait. Where are you going?” I demand.

He hops off the truck bed and stretches. “I’m going to take my baby for a spin. I’ve never been to Mayfield. It’s a nice day. Thought you’d want to come for a ride, but you don’t seem interested.”

Double damn it!

I love that bike. I love being on it. But now my pride is on the line and I can’t have him thinking he can order me around if he promises to take me on a ride. Although, this definitely feels like a stupid hill to die on. I could just eat the thing. I am still hungry. But fuck sakes!

“I’m fine.”

The lie is brutally evident in my grumble. In the sharp purse of my lips in defiance. My annoyance is only fueled by him having the upper hand no matter what.

“You want to play that game?” His low, commanding growl is nothing to the long, blunt fingers settling on my knees and shoving them apart. He gets between them, ignoring the palms I slap against his shoulders. He captures my jaw. Drags me forward. “I’m not your daddy, you little brat. I’m not going to coddle you when you’re being a little shit. I’ll rip off your tiny shorts right here and spank you until your ass is purple and you can’t sit for a month. Now, eat your food like a good girl or start pulling down your pants.”

Fuck!

Why am I so turned on right now? Why does the thought of disobeying him just to call his bluff and hopefully lose make me shift with need? I have to physically stop myself from daring him.

Instead, I’m gathering up my burger and unwrapping the paper.

He hasn’t released me or stepped back. He burns into my soul with his eyes the whole time I take a bite. He waits for me to swallow my first mouthful with great difficulty before dipping his thumb into the corner of my mouth, collecting a spot of ketchup and bringing it to his lips.

I watch him suck the red stain with my stomach on fire and my nipples sharp, sensitive points.

“Finish,” he orders.

I do, because I am weak for these two when they get all tough and manly on me. I have zero regrets. No shame. I’d have taken my shorts off if he’d told me to because I am so fucking turned on right now I can’t even taste my food.

“Little brat,” he mutters. “Should still tan that pretty ass.”

He leans in and nibbles on my neck with open mouth kisses. He trails his tongue along my pulse, down my bobbing throat to dip into the hollow. Both my arms close around him. Half-eaten burger and all. I hold him as he tastes my skin and slides warm hands under my top.

My gaze jumps to Daniel over his brother’s dark head dipping lower down my chest. His attention is on my face, studying my every expression while nibbling unhurriedly on a fry.

He doesn’t look away even when Christian finds my breast. When he cups it in his palm. When I hiss and shiver with the brush of his fingers over the peak.

“I’ve always been an ass guy,” he groans into the side of my neck. “But I love your tits. They’re so perfect in my hands.”

I have to bite my lip to keep the moan in check. All the while, I can’t break the hold Daniel has on me, the raw desire on his face as he savors my torture.

“You’re not eating, Mira,” Christian growls into my ear. “Do you need more motivation?”

The thought of getting spanked sounds amazing, but I definitely don’t want to wind up on some stranger’s social media feed. I’m fairly sure Christian’s massive frame blocks me entirely from the families crammed inside the restaurant, but still not going to take any chances.

So, I bring the few remaining mouthfuls to my lips and take another bite. Then another. I finish the burger while Christian rolls my nipples. Squeezes my breasts. Nibbles on my neck.

Even when I’m done, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t pull away. He hooks one arm across my back and drags me to the edge of the flap and the hard, toned ridges of his abdomen.

God, did he expect me to grind against him here, in the middle of an open parking lot? Because I will. Fuck it.

“I’m taking her,” he tells Daniel, both hands on my ass, squeezing and pulling me close. “It’s my turn in her pussy.”

Daniel doesn’t protest. His eyes are on my legs pulled wide around his brother’s ribs. The denim bunched tight against my sopping mound.

I’m barely breathing when he sends one hand across my naked thigh, along the hollow indent of my hip to push into the leg hole of my shorts. Without panties, his fingers dip seamlessly between my slick lips, finding my clit.

Rubs.

“Daniel.”

He doesn’t stop.

Christian finds his way under my top once more, to my breasts. Over my nipple.

“Oh shit! Fuck!”

Two seconds.

It takes them two seconds to make me cum. Two seconds to send stars sparking behind the eyelids I press into Christian’s shoulder.

Daniel pulls away first and goes right back to eating with fingers still shiny with my release.

“I’ll get the groceries and meet you guys back at the house,” he announces like nothing just happened, like I’m not gasping for my life in his brother’s arms.

Christian frees my breasts and pulls back enough to smirk into my heated face. “Say bye to your daddy, brat. I’m not giving you back to him until I’ve had my fill of your little cunt.”