“Mmh.” I moaned, already close as pressure built inside of me. I recognized the pressure from the angle of Knox’s cock, but I didn’t tell him what was coming. “Harder,” I begged like their perfect little slut, and clenched their cocks tighter as I neared my orgasm. “Harder!”
They both snapped, fucking me hard and giving me everything I needed, and it erupted inside of me. I screamed and Knox cursed as I flooded his cock with my juicy orgasm, having only squirted three other times in my life thanks to the two massive men sandwiching me and fucking me senseless. Brody growled, a primal sound as Knox pulled out and rubbed my clit furiously as I drenched his thighs.
“That’s it.” Brody bit my shoulder. “Squirt for us, whore.”
“Fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm kept rolling through me as Knox hammered back into me. Within a few more thrusts and a lot of incoherent pleas and begging, both men roared as they orgasmed, filling me up in both holes until it dripped out of me.
We fell into a pile of tangled limbs and twitching muscles right there on the living room floor. As the post-nut dazzle, as Knox liked to call it, faded from my body, I didn’t feel as overwhelmed with guilt as I had when I started processing my feelings, thanks to Brody’s firm hand.
My men knew me, inside and out, and even when I felt like my entire world was crumbling down inside of my brain, they were always there to hold it all together for me.
“We’re going to be alright, aren’t we?” I broke the peaceful silence that had blanketed us. Brody took my hand in his, and Knox rolled over, pressing his lips to my cheek.
“We’re always going to be just fine,” Brody reassured me, squeezing my hand and Knox agreed, pulling me into his warm embrace. “We can make it through any big change in life, as long as we do it together.”
Chapter 11 – Brody
Ibusted yet another knuckle on the exhaust I was trying to replace. Distraction and manual labor hardly ever went well together.
But distracted was all I’d been for days now. Since Hannah came clean about her sexuality.
Knox had been afraid when he found out that she would want to leave us for a woman, but I didn’t doubt her commitment to us. Not for a second. I also wasn’t dumb enough to think that if we didn’t allow her to explore this newfound interest, it would fester inside of her like a disease.
Causing harm to the only woman I’ve ever loved, which was the last thing I wanted. So I pushed in favor of letting her explore. I wanted her to have the chance to test the waters with herself and her desires.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to at least be a witness to it, and not for the creepy, typical perverted male reasoning most would want to watch.
I was Hannah’s first kiss.
After she was done kissing me, she turned and kissed Knox.
I was there on the day she found out she was accepted to her dream college four hours away from our hometown. I held her hand and reassured her she would be okay without us for a few years. Even though she backed out and stayed local to stay near us.
The night she lost her virginity, I lay next to her when Knox slid inside of her for the first time. And then I took my turn.
That was how it had always been.
For all the big moments in life, all three of us were together before we even understood what that made us.
I needed it to be that way for this too.
But then, I found out who the mysterious Lex was, and everything tilted out of balance inside of my head.
Hannah thought I knew Lex from some important part of life when, in reality, I’d only ever interacted with her for twenty minutes on the side of the road once.
But that was all it had taken for me to realize; we were oil and water.
We’d never mix. We’d only ever battle each other for our rightful space.
Two Doms couldn’t share space within a relationship; not completely. Never mind the fact that Lex was as lesbian as they came, and Hannah wanted a woman that we could all share. It had a destined failure before it even started.
But that didn’t mean we couldn’t give Hannah what she wanted for her first time with a woman. Even if it was only for one time.
“Hey, anyone home?” I ducked out from underneath the hotrod I was working on and found Dallin standing at the open garage door.
“Hey, man.” I wiped my hands on a rag and then shook his. “What brings you out here in the middle of the day?”
“I had a meeting a few blocks over, I thought I’d stop in and say hey.” He put his hands in his jeans pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. He was up to something.
“Spit it out.” I sighed, leaning back on the car lift post, and settling in for whatever bombshell he was here to drop on me. I had known Dallin for a few years now, and the man never ceased to surprise me.
He chuckled and relaxed a bit. “I want to apologize.” He ran one hand over the back of his neck. “I may have stuck my nose somewhere it didn’t belong, and I hear it may have backfired.”
“Lex.” I surmised, raising one brow at him, and he shrugged with a small smirk. “I should have known you wouldn’t have bailed on Hannah like that for the article unless you were up to something.”
“Actually,” He chuckled, “I genuinely had to reschedule it at the very least because of the expo next week. And then Reyna told me some things that Hannah had been asking her—” He faded off.
“Good god,” I groaned, “You knew my girl was into girls before I did?”
He laughed and shrugged again, “In my defense, you not knowing, sounds a lot more like a problem within your relationship communication than it does about my wife’s over-communication.”
I scoffed and nodded in agreement. “We got comfortable,” I admitted. “We stopped seeing her and reading her the way we used to. She said she wasn’t sure until she met Lex, but we should have seen the signs that she was curious, at least.”
“I agree.” He nodded, “But I’m not perfect either and can admit that sometimes in my marriage we’ve all gotten too relaxed as well. We stopped dating each other and making time to learn more. There’s always more to know.”
I headed over to the large lounge area and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, handing him one and then taking a seat in one of the leather chairs. The area was for clients and us to talk about builds and details, but the garage was empty, giving us the privacy for the conversation I needed. He sat in one of the other chairs and watched me closely.
“What did Hannah say to Rey?” I asked after a while.
