“Oh fuck, sweetie, I’m not going to last long like this,” Graham grunted under her.
Less than a minute later, the three of them found a rhythm together – giving, receiving and experiencing pleasure. She never thought she could have experienced something as intense as the feel of two powerful men, claiming and sharing her body – but here she was. And it was so good – too good, if that could be possible.
“Holy fuck, your beautiful ass feels good, baby,” Dane growled.
“Oh my,” she gasped, breathless.
She found her body revving up, racing toward the finish line of another orgasm. As she came close to coming again she felt Dane’s cock thicken and harden in her ass and with a low grunt of satisfaction he slammed into her ass, releasing his seed.
His body trembling within her ass set her off a second time. She bit lightly into Graham’s shoulder as her body was overcome with a second orgasm. Her orgasm sent Graham toppling over the edge as well.
“Oh my God sweetie,” he gasped. Grabbing onto her hips he pulled her tight to his cock as he released.
She barely felt Dane pulling out as she collapsed into Graham’s arms completely spent. She indulged in the feel of his depleted shaft remaining in her as she took a moment to catch her breath. As she pulled up and looked down at Graham and saw the look of hunger in his eyes still remained, she came to the realization that she may have bitten off more than she could chew with the Porter brothers.
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~ Genevieve ~
Genevieve groaned softly as she slowly woke. Her entire body ached, but in a good way. It took her a moment to remember where she was and what she’d experienced the night before. The blackout drapes covered the sunlight from shining in, only allowing a sliver of sunlight into the room, just enough to see the two men in bed with her, one on either side of her.
Dane was sprawled, spread-eagle on his back, a proud hard-on reaching for the ceiling while she was wrapped in Graham’s arms, his hard, warm body spooning hers, his arm wrapped around her waist. It felt good to be in his arms, and she wished she could remain there all day, but she knew she couldn’t.
As she continued to wake up, the gravity of what she’d done occurred to her. She was wedged between two men she barely knew, her body coated in the evidence of their afternoon and night together. This wasn’t going to end well for her. No man would share a girl with his brother, spending the day fucking every hole she had and then seriously consider being with her after that. She was disposable. A day of entertainment. A night of turning a girl who was virtually a virgin into their Vegas whore. While all these thoughts rushing through her head, it really wasn’t the two men sleeping on either side of her that she was angry with – it was herself.
With regret and a heavy heart she slowly wiggled out of Graham’s grasp. Attempting to wiggle from Graham was a task in itself; each time she was almost free he’d reach for her in his sleep and pull her tight again. Once free, she carefully squirmed from the king-sized bed. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked down at the two men. If she had been strong maybe this could have ended differently. But she’d been weak and let her body control her sense of reason.
She needed to get out of there. She needed out of Vegas as soon as possible; the first flight out. Quickly as she could without making too much noise she got dressed and wrote a note saying a quick goodbye. On impulse she gave them both a kiss on the cheek before she exited the suite.
They’d had their fun time in Vegas, tag teaming some chick they picked up in a casino so neither of them would come after her. She wanted to feel good about never seeing them again, because never seeing them again would mean she’d never have to think about what kind of whore she could allow herself to be… Then why did the thought of never seeing them again make her feel so fucking bad?
Chapter 7
The Present – Graham Graham knew there was a big chance he wouldn’t be welcome at her boutique. If she’d been cold with his brother then he didn’t even want to imagine how cold she’d be to him – but he needed to see her. He needed to explain and seek her forgiveness at the very least, and have dinner with her if the best-case scenario were to come about. His brother, Dane, had been able to dismiss what had happened in Vegas as just another “thing” that happened, but Graham was unable and unwilling to do that.
He needed to know that she was all right. The way she fled Vegas without a word to either of them, leaving just a brief, impersonal note, made him think she wasn’t close to being okay with what happened. A part of him wasn’t sure he was either. But the past was the past and he hoped they could move on from it.
Despite the sign on the door stating the shop was closed, he tried the door and was rewarded with the knob turning and the door swinging open. A soft chime sounded as he stepped past the threshold, announcing his arrival.
He spotted her immediately as she made her way from the back of the store and his cock jerked alive. Visions of her sandwiched between him and his brother came to mind, followed by thoughts of her on her knees taking him into her mouth. And the sounds of her screams as she came…
Sweet Jesus I have to stop thinking about it. He shook his head of the images; getting rock hard with no way to relieve the pressure, aside from his own hand, wouldn’t do him a bit of good.
Squaring her shoulders she glared at him, her green eyes flaring up with anger. “What are you doing here, Graham? Your brother was already here to take my statement.”
How did she know? As soon as the thought came to mind the two-inch scar along the left side of his jaw reminded him of the difference between him and his brother. It was a part of him now so he usually forgot it was there, unless someone brought it up.
“I’m not here for the break-in. I’m sorry to hear about that by the way.” His eyes scanned the store, without proceeding further into it. He immediately noticed the smashed-in showcase and then the broken cabinets at the back of the store – the showcases all empty.
“Yeah. Well. It happens, I guess.”
“Are you okay? Are you insured?”
“Yeah. It happened sometime overnight, I wasn’t here. And yeah, I’m insured, not that it’s going to do me any good in trying to get new stock.” She moved closer to him until he was only a few feet away. He could faintly detect the scent of roses – so sweet. It fit her. The scent reminded of him having her bundled into his arms…
“If there’s anything –”