Текст книги "Capital Risk"

Автор книги: Lana Grayson

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It was worth bloodshed to right that wrong.

“I don’t blame you, Max,” I said “I forgive you.”

“Don’t.”

“You can’t stop me from forgiving you.”

He scowled. “I won’t believe it.”

“Then I’ll say it again and again, all day, every day, until you get sick of hearing it.”

“Do you want me to fucking leave?”

That was the last thing I wanted. “Just stay. Here. With me, with us.”

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore, baby.”

“If you leave, you’ll hurt me more than ever.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” Max held his arms out. “Want me to get the belt? Want me to beat you again? Fuck you like a goddamned animal?”

My hand crossed over my belly. “Not particularly.”

“That’s all I’m good for.”

“Not true.” Why were we fighting about this? “We can comfort each other.”

“I don’t deserve to be comforted.”

“I do!”

Nicholas’s hand brushed mine, but Reed hadn’t moved. My chest tightened.

We wouldn’t survive this if we weren’t together, unified, healed. My step-brothers suffered from guilt, an ugliness that stole their smiles and bound them in despair. I knew what it felt to lose myself in that darkness. I didn’t wish it upon anyone, least of all the men who tried so hard to save me.

Their intimacy had once offered me strength. I could do the same. Mend their wounds and offer them forgiveness and bind us together, again. For me. For the baby. For each other.

It just took a little confidence.

“Do you know what I want?” I whispered. “I want to feel you guys again. Not in pain or fear. I miss the pleasure and the closeness. I miss being with you.”

“You want us to fuck you?” Max made it sound coarse and raw.

I shook my head. “I want us to be together. I want to be safe and sexy and protected again.”

Reed froze. Max didn’t believe me. Nicholas kissed my hand.

Didn’t they feel the same way? Hadn’t they missed the simple pleasure of just enjoying each other? We had nothing else in this world except for each other, and the best way to prove our affection was in the sensual and wicked moments we shared.

I wouldn’t let what happened ruin our bond. Not when it meant so much to all of us. They just needed the same confidence I had to rebuild.

I stood, facing my step-brothers. My fingers curled in the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, tossing the material away. They each exhaled a sharp, excited breath as I gripped the waist band of my shorts. They eased down next, revealing me, tiny, pink and brazen.

They gazed at my body, searching my softened curves and offered secret. Months ago, my nudity would have terrified me. Now? These men never leered, never gloated, never meant to hurt. Every touch delivered with Nicholas’s loving confidence, Reed’s gentleness, and Max’s dominating intensity.

I missed it.

And I knew they missed me.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Reed sighed. “Goddamn, you look more beautiful than ever.”

I heard it from Nicholas, whispered again and again in the darkness as we pressed together, moved together, loved each other. It sounded just as good from Reed. Max’s unsubtle adjustment of his jeans revealed he felt the same.

Nicholas took my hand, curling his fingers within mine. My quickening pulse blended with the calm, confident beat of his heart. His one touch would forever tease into an uncountable number of embraces, but each time he held me in his arms was as thrilling as the first, as passionate as the last, and as promising as every whispered vow he ever offered.

I meant to slide in his lap. He had other ideas. He guided me against the couch, my body resting over his legs, head against his chest. I stretched over the sofa, toward Reed.

And his dimple turned mischievous.

Reed grinned, but he still didn’t reach for me. Not until I nodded, not until my trembling breath offered him every permission.

Nicholas and Reed were so very different, and I loved it. Reed’s touch didn’t mirror Nicholas’s soft pressure. Nicholas so often savored and delighted, but Reed explored and played.

His hands brushed over my curves, my waist, the softness of my thighs. I gave a tiny sigh as the warmth of Reed’s fingers dazzled my already flushed skin. Nicholas eagerly tasted my pleasure, leaning to steal a kiss. Reed’s lips drifted their own path over my body. I arched for him, murmuring against Nicholas. My nipples tightened, still so newly puffy, under Reed’s hand.

“Good?” he asked.

Oh god, yes. His fingers rolled over my breasts, and I eagerly panted for more.

Reed’s eyebrows arched, playful and devious. “I gotta try this.”

Christ, he was a like kid in a candy store, eager and excited and wiggling with a brazen arousal.

I gasped as his mouth sealed a perfect fit around one of the darkened little tips. He suckled, hard, and the sensations blinded me in sharp, overwhelming bursts. Every lick drove a sizzle of excitement into my core. I tensed, falling into Nicholas’s grasp as his brother’s lapping, pulsing tongue teased me until I groaned.

Nicholas nuzzled at my neck until I twisted and offered him a chance to kiss and nip at the heated bit of my flesh just above my shoulder blade.

Too much. Never enough.

Within seconds I felt as though I were devoured, as though we had never parted from each other. My slit slickened, practically shuddering with the need I had denied for so long.

Reed sensed it. He pulled from my nipple with a garish pop, chuckling as I mewed against the chilly air swirling around the bud. He even blew on it, just to watch as it tightened and trembled for the return of his mouth.

I never should have taught him what I liked.

But it had its perks.

Nicholas whispered warm and gentle words as he adjusted my hips. His brother’s attention drifted lower. Reed’s lips pressed below my breasts, over my navel, and, in a soft peck, over the little bump.

I bit my lip. Nicholas’s teeth pressed hard against my neck. His hand slid over my curves until it captured where his brother had kissed.

He was never jealous, never once faulted me for taking my pleasure with his brothers. He never punished them for taking me.

But when it came to Bumper?

I welcomed Nicholas’s heated palm, the rough rub of his fingers, the pride of his touch against the tiny bump. It was primitive. It was dominating. It was a consequence of our lovemaking that never should have happened.

Except I loved that little bump as much as I loved Nicholas, both for reasons I could never understand and for the most obvious explanation.

We belonged together.

We needed each other.

But I also needed Reed and Max and every promise they’d offer to help us survive.

Reed kissed a gentle path over my heated slit. He grinned, savoring just the sight of my puffiness and desperate heat. His hesitance with each passing second tortured me like an eternity. I whined, twisting my hips. His breath tormented the petals already too warm, too waiting, too wanting.

Reed poised to sink upon me, but his fingers tightened over my legs.

“This okay?” he didn’t ask me.

Nicholas released my tender neck, nipped between his teeth. “Ask her.”

Reed winked at me.

“Please,” I said. “Don’t tease me now.”

He laughed, “But that’s no fun.”

“We have plenty of fun.”

“Not nearly enough.”

Reed grunted as he dove between my legs. My thighs parted, and I gave my silky softness to him.

And he took it.

I gasped in gratitude. Nicholas threaded his fingers through my hair, whispering sensual words, encouraging me to arch higher, spread my legs wider, and enjoy everything Reed offered me.

And he offered me everything.

Reed understood pleasure. He devoted himself to it. His domination was the opposite of the restraints and chains Max preferred. While his brothers captured their pray, tangled them a thick web of possession and strength, Reed let my own desire trap me under his will. I twisted and begged for him to do all the terrible things his brothers promised under threat.

In some ways, Reed was the most dangerous Bennett of all.

I savored every lick and suckle, every press of his thick tongue against the swollen bud, every delicious and rolling shiver that flicked from his attention against the most sensitive, hottest part of me. The hormones and desperation, fear and relief, delights and shames blended away into the single tremor of absolute pleasure.

I missed this.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

Even if it was nothing I ever should have wanted, nothing that anyone, any woman, any person should have ever enjoyed. I loved each of my step-brothers in my own way, and nothing could break those bonds. Not now.

Reed’s tongue dashed over my slit, rolling and rubbing and deliberately seeking every pleased mew I uttered. Nicholas held me, touched me, kissed me.

But I was still missing one.

Max watched us, the dark intensity of his stare more intimidating when cast from the corner of the room. He meant for the alcohol in his hand to shield him from whatever he felt from our movements.

But nothing numbed a person more than isolation and separation.

And nothing healed more than a touch.

“Max.” My voice hitched as Reed’s tongue slipped within me. “Please.”

Max shook his head. “Just enjoy yourself, baby.”

“I’ll enjoy it more with you.”

I didn’t remember becoming so greedy, but two step-brothers weren’t enough. Reed groaned against my folds, and the hum buried inside me. I curled my fingers against Nicholas’s grasp, bending to capture his lips and take a deep, passionate kiss. The pressure built. I shuddered in their arms as everything pulsed hard, fast, and undeniable.

“Gonna come?” Reed parted from me to lick his finger. He grinned as he captured my clit once more and pressed against my entrance. He pushed his finger inside, groaning just as I did. “Let’s see it, Sarah. I gotta see it.”

I arched, accepting as much of him as he could give. A finger wasn’t enough, not when I knew they could give something better. I clenched over him, riding the shivers cast from the nibbled intensity of his lips against my bud.

Nicholas’s tongue tickled over mine, capturing my cries. He greedily hoarded them for his own.

It was overwhelming. I grasped at Nicholas, moaned for Reed, and desperately wished for Max’s touch.

Reed pumped his finger inside me, no longer faint or teasing. Again and again, his tongue swirled over me, and with each swipe of his expert and devoted lick, I crashed high, bursting with need and dizzying myself with every swept crest.

The orgasm rippled through me in a quiet plea. Nicholas took my hand, Reed the other. I squeezed as my breath lost in amazement. The shock of energy consumed me in a raw, honest burst of pleasure. I wept in a final shudder.

Reed grinned, licking his lips with exaggerated excitement. “Moved to tears? New record.”

Damn hormones. My voice was weak, trembling like my legs and arms and every bit of me twisted in oblivion. “Who’s keeping score?”

“I am.”

“Of course you are.”

I swallowed, glancing at Max, still sullen, ignoring the drink in his hand and the bulge in his jeans. I called for him again.

He shook his head.

Why?

His refusal hurt more than anything he did to me in the past, any beat of the belt or crash of his hand or his forced weight crushing me in muffled fear. It wasn’t his fault for what happened that night. It wasn’t his fault for the attack at our beach house or that I had been taken again.

Why did he act as though he were the cause of my every sorrow?

“Max…” I whispered again.

His voice hardened, rusted with an inflicted loneliness. “No, baby.”

I ached. How could I have such beautiful, perfect pleasure from Reed and Nicholas and still ache for another’s touch?

I groaned, accepting another of Nicholas’s kisses as I threaded my fingers through Reed’s hair. I thanked both of them with breathless murmurs.

Reed panted as he stared at me, at my body, at my wetness. His muscles tensed and flexed, and the hardness testing his jeans seemed painful.

I looked to Nicholas, shivering under the eager gold of his hunted gaze. Everything had changed. Our roles, our needs. I was no longer offered to his brothers to be bred and dominated. Now, it was my choice, our will to let the pleasure guide our desires.

I wanted comfort. Normalcy. That healing moment.

And I’d earn it for all of us.

I shifted from Nicholas’s lap to tug Reed’s shirt from the lean, strapping muscles of his chest. His build wasn’t as dramatic as Max’s or defined as Nicholas’s, but the swimmer’s strength rippled beneath his skin. He promised the same protection, the same power.

Just as much fun.

“Sarah, I don’t fucking deserve this.” Reed whispered as I climbed to him, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his demanding thickness from his jeans. “Seriously. I can’t…”

“It’s okay.” I lingered close, kissing his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. “I want this.”

“I hurt you before.”

No more than anyone else had, and nothing I hadn’t survived, forgiven, and needed to forget.

My breath caught as the sea-green of his eyes cracked to jade. He tensed before me, racked with guilt and suffering from the same suffocating confusion and darkness that had trapped me for so many months.

I found my peace, explored my needs under Nicholas’s hand, and took back that part of me offended, violated, and stolen.

Reed hadn’t found that peace. Neither had Max.

The thought of my step-brothers enduring that agony destroyed me, especially when I could help.

I pumped Reed’s cock in my hand, pressing my forehead against his as he sucked in a harsh breath and exhaled a profanity.

“Sarah…”

“I want this,” I whispered. “Do you?”

Reed gritted his teeth. He looked beyond me. “Nick?”

Again, Nicholas offered the smallest of smiles. “Ask her.”

“Fuck yes, Sarah.”

He moved, but I placed my hands on his shoulders, aching for the same relief but still crippled with insecurity. I pushed him back against the sofa. He understood.

They all understood.

I was either lucky or transparent, and I didn’t mind in the least. Every fear tumbled from me when my clothes came off and our bodies pressed close. Nicholas’s gentle hand brushed my hair from my shoulder. I arched. Reed cupped my breast.

Two men touching me, soothing me, wanting me. It was more than I could handle. My wetness teased us, and I edged over Reed’s lap.

He never rushed me. He caressed my curves and whispered soft words of encouragement peppered with coarse expletives as I settled over him.

I held my breath and pushed myself down over his thick, pulsing length.

If Nicholas completed me, Reed treated me to every fun and flirty and desperate shade of desire. I filled with him, curled my hands over his shoulders, and slid against his shaft with a murmur of utter relief.

“Goddamn.” Reed’s head fell back. “You have no idea…”

I did. I knew. That moment of freedom. When the burdens fell away and all that remained was forgiveness and pleasure and the delight of knowing another offered that peace.

I crashed against him, willing his hardness to stretch me, letting his touch tease me. I shared his smile, his groans, the fullness that warmed through me with such dire intensity every little movement carried me higher, slickened me more, tickled me with goose bumps.

My words begged for him, for all of them. I twisted and reached for Nicholas. He met my cry with a kiss, a touch to my hips, and helpful push harder against his brother’s pulsing thickness.

I groaned again. “Max?”

Max paced now, edging from my sight, but not escaping. He watched, eagerly. His profanity rasped harsh, the edge of desperation in his voice.

But he didn’t come to me. He didn’t touch. He didn’t ask for any of the same pleasure I vowed to give each of them.

He blamed himself for everything. How was I supposed to help him?

“More…” I whispered to any of them, all of them. “Please.”

“Fuck, if I knew she’d be like this…” Reed groaned as I tightened, clenched, and shattered upon him, crashing to his chest and nearly weeping with ravished joy. “We should have knocked her up long ago. Fuck. She won’t stop coming.”

Only a problem if I stopped breathing through the pleasure. My mouth dried, and I bit against Reed’s shoulder as his thickness pumped through my core and delivered more shivers.

“I tried to do it before,” Nicholas teased. “She was too stubborn.”

“We’ll just keep her this way.” Reed seized my nipple. He murmured with his mouth full. “She’s insatiable.”

My words gasped incoherently as I bounced against him again, grinding hard against Reed’s hips to tease the little slick nub that needed as much attention as my core.

Nicholas leaned close, watching as my skin flushed and body rocked with shivers. His fingers traced over my shoulders, my neck, down my spine.

He pressed against my lower back, and I eagerly fell upon Reed, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and burrowing my face in his chest. Just more places to kiss, to muffle my groans.

But Nicholas’s hand didn’t slow. He cupped the curve of my ass, traced a teasing line, and then dipped.

He brushed a sensitive, vulnerable, unexplored part of me.

And I nearly leapt off of Reed.

“Shh.” Nicholas’s mocha comfort thickened over me, easing the tensed muscles reacting purely from memory. “I’d never hurt you.”

He wouldn’t, but I remembered what happened so long ago, another cruelty of Darius that meant to steal something that wasn’t his. To hurt me in ways no one deserved to be hurt. To claim a simple dignity. I hadn’t let them near since the day Nicholas rescued me from his father’s office.

I gripped Reed. His hands brushed my cheek, offering a gentle reassurance.

I bit my lip.

Just another hurdle to cross, wound to heal, and confidence to gain.

Except it wasn’t a place we had ever explored. Taking me there wouldn’t have bred me.

Nicholas’s gentle fingers rubbed a soft circle, shuddering every intake of air from me. I hadn’t felt anything quite that sensitive. Reed grinned, nuzzling my cheek and encouraging my movements. I bounced slower, letting Nicholas’s touch press harder.

“Weird…” I whispered. “It’s very, very weird.”

Nicholas shushed me again. “Good weird?”

“No idea.”

Reed laughed. I gripped his shoulders, watching as Max disappeared from the living room. He returned after only a moment. I didn’t see what he handed his brother, but I didn’t let him get away, not when he finally crossed close enough for me to touch.

I took his hand, flinching as Nicholas teased me with a very cold, very slick gel. Max retreated. I met his gaze.

“Baby,” he whispered. “You don’t want me now.”

“I do.”

“I can’t risk hurting you anymore. Not now. Not with…” He watched my expression with a hungry, dark lust. Nicholas’s fingertip gently massaged a part of me I knew Max wanted more than anything. “I don’t trust my instincts, Sarah. And you’re…you’re pregnant, and I’m…”

I gripped his hand, cooing as Reed pressed his hips up and Nicholas’s finger dipped inside a place I hadn’t thought would be touched ever.

Max watched my reaction with a clenched jaw and tightening grip. I gasped. Nicholas edged close, pressing his body closer to mine as he teased me with an invasion that felt completely and utterly different.

I rolled with shivers, head to toes and back again, but the sensation, the stuffed fullness tricked me into a solid stillness. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Yet, even as I endured something so raw and intrusive, I shifted my hips back and drew Reed and Nicholas deeper.

And it was deliciously good.

I groaned without realizing how my voice trembled. All three of my step-brothers chuckled masculine, excited growls.

“How’s that, baby?” Max whispered. “Looks fucking good.”

“Different. Very different.”

“Like it?”

Why lie? “Maybe?”

Nicholas nibbled my ear, encouraging me to rock against both Reed’s cock and his finger. The shivers came again. The moan centered deep in my chest.

“Hard…to think.” I swallowed. The heat pitted in me, faster and more uncontrolled. “I’m gonna…”

And they had me again.

The pleasure sliced through me. Clenching Nicholas’s finger and Reed’s cock drew me higher, and my words fizzled into a gasp of excitement as everything weird and wonderful and thick and strange blended into a delight I hadn’t felt before.

One man fucked me. One man touched me. And one man whispered sensual compliment after compliment.

Nothing could be better than that.

But the Bennetts loved to prove me wrong.

Nicholas shifted as I crashed against Reed. I recaptured my breath, but Reed grinned, Max hummed, and Nicholas removed his shirt. Fingers tightened over my hips, and the cool touch of more fun gel soothed the aching, clenching part of me.

First he teased.

And now Nicholas sought to claim me fully.

I tensed as Nicholas rose behind me. I prepared for him to lift me from his brother and seize me for himself.

That wasn’t the plan.

“Hold tight to Reed,” Nicholas whispered. “And relax.”

As if my insides weren’t already simmering with heat as I rode Reed beyond my pleasure. A thread of dominance shadowed Nicholas’s words. His command bit with gentle attention. I did as I was told, loving how Reed’s cock thickened inside me.

Nicholas planned for far more.

His cock warmed, desperate and hard. He pressed against the vulnerable, secret button. I shifted. Reed didn’t let me off his lap.

They both wanted their turn.

At the same time.

My eyes widened.

“You can’t be serious…” I silenced as Nicholas pushed against my bud. “Whoa. Wait. We’ve never done that before…”

Max’s smile was cold. “Never had a reason.”

Reed wrapped his arms over me. “It’ll feel good.”

Sure. Right. Why was I believing three men who had never let anything touch them there?

I gripped Reed, but I tensed too much for Nicholas to move.

Max leaned over the couch, taking my cheek in his hand. It wasn’t a soothing gesture, his never were, but it distracted me. He pushed his thumb in my mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered.

I did, one long draw, just to watch as his jaw tightened.

Nicholas pressed hard, and I murmured over Max’s thumb.

Oh God, they’d split me in two.

And I’d love it.

My mind instantly and completely blanked to everything but the overwhelmingly intense sensation of stretching and surrendering and welcoming something entirely too big, too fierce, too everything into a part of me that hadn’t ever accommodated anything so powerful.

Tight. Full. Aching.

He didn’t push in all the way, and God, it didn’t matter. I had all I could take, all I could ever need.

I collapsed against Reed as two men claimed me. As their cocks buried inside of me.

I melted.

Fell limp.

Rode a blizzard of chills that shocked me into a cascade of warming shivers and a torrent of blistering heat.

I tensed and liquefied, hurt and ached with pleasure, and thought of everything and nothing. The only thing that mattered was to be connected with these men, to feel how deep and intimate and passionate they could be.

Reed stayed still as Nicholas took control of both of us, edging deeper into the vulnerable part of me and somehow moving me against Reed. His slowest, most deliberate of pushes immediately found a rhythm with his brother. Nicholas surged an inch forward, Reed edged just an inch out, and I lost myself in the wicked, spinning, and extreme delight of it all.

I sucked hard against Max’s thumb, the only thing preventing me from moaning in constant struggle. He knew that wasn’t what I needed. I looked at him, begged with parted lips and a single nip against his thumb.

I had Nicholas and Reed. But Max refused the pleasure, refused the closeness, refused me.

We had to begin again, to fix what was broken, so that we could move beyond the darkness.

“M—Max…” I couldn’t speak as I thickened with raw energy. “Let me…”

Help him. Heal him. Whatever he wanted, whatever would finally ease his guilty conscience and forgive himself for what he had done. It was only a nightmare now, the force of his body only one in a series of horrors I forgot. I wouldn’t let that separate us or challenge our bond ever again.

“Fuck.” He pulled away. “Baby, I can’t make you do this.”

“Want to.”

“You’re better than me. I won’t drag you down. I won’t have you hate me.”

“Never.”

“Always.”

My groan enticed him. Max’s strength existed in his muscles, not his will. I reached for him, bringing him near. He climbed the couch and let me lean, careful to not disturb the pulsing, trading, delicious pumping of Nicholas and Reed within my clenching body.

His cock unleashed from his pants. Max hadn’t permitted me to pleasure him before, not when cocks and seed meant we could only explore each other in one way.

God, if I had only known.

If we had known.

A man in my core, a man tucked deep in a secret and sensitive part of me, and one tasted upon my lips? I was filled and stretched, used and worshiped, cherished and adored. And I had them all. Together. Within me and around me and dedicated to me.

Sealed inside me in a way I had never imagined but would forever need to happen again and again.

I took Max as deeply in my mouth as I could. I did the same for Reed and Nicholas, desperate for the few gentle strokes to yield into a squealed moment of sharp sensation. It dueled between pleasure and pain, excitement and complete sensory overload.

My body and mind couldn’t keep up, and I eventually fell into a lust-warmed limpness, balanced against Reed, offering myself to Nicholas, welcoming Max’s thrusts into my mouth.

His salty excitement teased my tongue, and I shivered as each alternating stroke thickened them with shared desire.

The tension coiling in me stilled my movements, stole my breath, and shocked me with its power.

I sucked hard against Max if only to prevent myself from crying out for all them, any of them, more and less and everything confusing that I suddenly desired more than anything.

Nicholas’s weight pushed me against Reed, and their hands, their legs, their cocks tangled me within their need and my own inhibitions. Everything stripped. Everything warmed. The thin, tiny bit of me that separated them left me so full, so unbelievably stuffed with their hardness.

Their furiously contained desire growled in profanities and promises. I drove my own body back to accept more of them. The heat overwhelmed me. I arched as Nicholas wrapped an arm over me, his hand tucking low.

He held my little bump.

And I was lost.

My tightness crippled both of them, and Reed shouted first, jamming his hips upwards as the heat splashed inside me. I welcomed it as my body ground against the shared bliss. Nicholas didn’t last either. He kissed my shoulder, held my tummy, and pushed deeper than he had before. I couldn’t groan, not with Max’s pulsing, jetting cock erupting within my mouth. I swallowed, eagerly, savoring his salty seed as wave after wave of heat crashed inside all of me.

Max pulled away, leaving a mess upon my lips I eagerly licked up. Reed swore, again and again.

Nicholas merely held me.

And I shuddered in absolute stillness as my body accepted everything from these men. I flew, I crashed, I shuddered, I cried, and each of them comforted me, loved me, relieved me with soft touches and perfect encouragement.

Again and again I twisted, and they eased everything that overwhelmed me with absolute devotion. Nicholas pulled me away, cradling me in his arms, resting me on my side, kissing my flushed cheeks and parted lips.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Both of you.”

His hand hadn’t left my tummy. I covered his fingers with mine. “I know.”

“Never hesitate to ask for us. All of us. Any of us.”

I nodded, amazed and breathless.

It wasn’t a normal relationship. It wasn’t good or safe or conventional. But I needed them. All of them. Together with me.

If only so we could prepare for what happened next, if only so we could enjoy each other for a single moment in time.

Because I feared what would happen in the coming days.

And I was right to fear.