Page 58 of Liar
Declan could only nod, and I watched as he got off the bed, leaving me a mess on top of my comforter. He watched his brother take off his shirt, a look of thoughtfulness on his face behind his red cheeks. “Go ahead.”
“Are you sure? You did put in all that work.”
“I don’t mind, really.”
I watched the exchange between the two brothers, about to make a smart comment about them being so kind and considerate toward each other—I mean, in the beginning, they were both ready to give me up because they knew the other cared for me—but all logical thoughts halted the moment Will bared himself to the room, not a single shred of clothing left on his body.
A chiseled, hard abdomen, a chest that made for a great pillow, arms that could easily hold you close or hold you down. And, of course, that wasn’t mentioning the rock-hard dick that stood at attention, ready for service.
Ready to service me, more like.
Will came back to me, pinning me down, and I turned my head to the side, locking eyes with Declan as he shrugged off his clothes. I felt my thighs being pushed apart, and it wasn’t a moment later when Will filled me up with one thrust of his hips. Declan’s cheeks were burning now, our eyes locked.
For whatever reason, knowing Declan was there, less than two feet away, watching as his brother fucked me, turned me on in so many different ways. I let out a moan as Will pumped himself in and out, as I refocused on the brother currently inside of me. We’d leave my sheets in a wet mess, but I didn’t care. I’d run the laundry after spring break was over.
Once Declan was free of his clothes, he moved closer to the bed, running a hand along my face and tilting my chin towards him. Will propped himself up, giving Declan the space to get on his knees beside the bed, lean over and kiss me.
Kissing Declan while Will’s cock was inside of me fueled my wanton nature, and I moaned right into Declan’s mouth. Will went at me harder, fucking me with gusto, and I cried out. Mere moments later, Declan’s lips tore off mine, and he set a hand on his brother’s shoulder, stopping his thrusting.
“Mind if I cut in?” Declan asked, half-lidded in his gaze.
Mind if I cut in. Like he was asking to come between his brother and a dance partner, not his current lay.
Will did what I knew he would: he nodded and withdrew himself from me, even though I knew, without a doubt, he would’ve pounded me away, fucked me to oblivion, had Declan not interrupted. His cock was slick with my juices, and it was impossible not to stare as the brothers switched places, Declan now positioning himself between my legs.
As Declan pushed in, Will let one of his hands roam my chest, again tweaking my nipples. My lungs rumbled with a moan, and my body got used to Declan’s length quickly. Comparing the brothers’ dicks was not something I should do, but it was impossible after being filled by Will and now Declan.
Let’s just say Will had the girth, but Declan had the length. Both felt amazing, because they both knew how to use them.
My whole body moved against the bed as Declan fucked me. He withdrew his hips, burying himself in me fully. Frigging stars exploded in my vision as another orgasm swept through me. Having both brothers here was too much. Feeling Will’s hands on my chest, his lips against my shoulder, was way too much. My inner core clenched, and I cried out as I came, my body doing everything it could to milk Declan for all he was worth.
Declan’s shoulders slumped, and Will moved to the side as his brother came. Above me, I watched Declan tremble with his own orgasm, his thrusting becoming swifter and harder as he emptied himself inside of me. When he pulled out, he didn’t go to crawl off the bed; instead, he rolled toward the wall, still on the bed, but off enough to the side that he could watch Will take me.
And Will needed no invitation to return, for before I could blink, he was on top of me once again, only this time, he spun me onto my side, hoisted a leg into the air, and penetrated me from behind, allowing me to once again meet Declan’s stare as he fucked me.
Declan might play coy sometimes, but he liked getting down and dirty just like the rest of us. Why else would he have inched closer and kissed me again, while his brother pounded away at me from behind? Why else would he literally devour my moans, swallowing them up greedily? Declan was a dirty freak like us.
And so was Will, apparently.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It wasn’t too long before Will orgasmed, his balls slapping me as he filled me up, his chest shuddering behind me with a groan I felt in my very core. Declan was still kissing me, still taking the breath from my lungs, and my mind overloaded with pleasure. Both brothers found their happiness in me, and I would do my damnedest to stick by them through thick and thin.
They were mine, and I was theirs.
Will’s grip on my leg relaxed, and he was slow, unhurried in pulling out. Once he did, he remained at my back, wrapping an arm around my stomach and placing a single kiss on my shoulder. “I love you, Ash.” Whispered words that made me swoon.
Declan finally pulled his lips off of me, adding, “Same. I’ve loved you for so long, Ash. I’d be nowhere without you.” After he inched closer, I was firmly tucked between their two sweaty, hot bodies. A brother sandwich from heaven.
I took Declan’s arm, the scarred one, and I lightly traced a finger over it, noting the sorrow hiding in his expression. After letting him go, I rolled over and traced the thick white scar on Will’s abdomen, where Ray had stabbed him. Regardless of what happened, no matter what the truth was, they were mine.
What these two didn’t realize was I would be dead without them, and that…sadly, that wasn’t an exaggeration by any means. They’d saved me, literally. I owed them everything. My heart, my body, my life. I never wanted to know a life without either of them.
Chapter Twenty-One – Declan
The car ride passed quickly. Beacon Hills was a staple for people around Midpark and Hillcrest, an easy, expensive place to take a quick little trip. A small vacation, a weekend getaway. A lot of families owned cabins around Beacon Lake. The Briggs, Salvatores, and Scotts were not one of them though, so Travis had to rent out a cabin.
Ash rode with Will and I on the way there, and she blasted whatever music her heart desired, singing along at the top of her lungs. Her pink tips were newly dyed—she’d done them last night after Will and I…uh, you know. She wore skinny, torn jeans, practically her whole knees showing beneath the fraying fabric, along with a baggy t-shirt that was halfway between modest and sleazy.
