This time, he doesn't need to urge me to move. I grab hold of his shoulders and grind against him, loving how slick I am from Harley's cum, loving that Hunter can feel what his brother has done to me. He kisses me deeply, hands on my back, holding me close. The bed shifts behind us, and Harley is there, his hands stroking my ass and hips, over my thighs and stomach. His mouth finds the most sensitive spot on my neck, and he licks my skin possessively. "See how perfect you are for us," Harley whispers in my ear. "See how well we fit. It's gonna be like this with all our brothers, you'll see. They'll show you what it's like to be owned by eleven men. We'll show you how good it is to be ours."
Eleven men.
Just the thought of the other men on the other side of the door sends my head spinning. Two men, I can handle, but eleven seems totally unfathomable.
"Fuck," Hunter says from beneath me. His hips are moving, thighs clenching as he matches the push and pull of my hips. Harley's finger finds my clit, which is still slick from his release and swollen to the point of pain.
"You're going to come again," he says with so much certainty that, despite how wrecked I feel, I actually believe him. I think these men could tell me anything right now, and I'd believe it.
"That's it!" Hunter shouts, "Don't stop!" And I can't because I'm so close that my movement has become something involuntary. My orgasm is whip-fast, a white-hot burst that steals my breath. Hunter's is deep and long and intense, his cock pulsing as he crushes me against him.
I'm boneless and mindless when he finally finishes and sets about laying me back on the bed to rest. Someone retrieves a towel to clean me between my legs, then they lie on either side of me, finding a blanket to cover us all.
What happens next is nothing like I'm expecting. With Justin, he'd always find a reason for us to get up and then for me to leave. Harley and Hunter settle in next to me for what transpires to be cuddle time. I'm not used to physical affection. I'm not used to relishing the strength of a man's body at rest. They ask me questions; silly things like my favorite color and flavor of ice-cream. They tell me it's their birthday next week and all about the silly traditions my dad had to celebrate. And I find myself relaxing in their presence and relishing everything about these two amazing brothers.
And for the first time, a glimmer of hope that this could really work blooms inside me.
15
“Maggie, your phone is ringing.”
I open my left eye and find Harley’s face right in front of mine. He’s smiling broadly, and I close my eyes again, squealing inside. Oh my God. It really happened. I reach my hand behind me, and it meets something very hard and very long. Hunter’s there, and he’s got morning wood. I’ve never woken up in someone’s bed before, and now I’m here with two guys. Two!
“Where’s the phone?” Hunter says gruffly, planting a warm kiss on my bare shoulder.
“My purse.” My voice is so husky, and then I remember why. We were up talking until the small hours. Talking and laughing, and other stuff that makes me blush like a tomato.
Hunter rolls out of bed and strolls to my purse; the ringing is still emanating from it. I turn, catching the sight of him from behind. Powerful thighs and an ass that could have been hewn from granite. When he turns, he’s looking at the screen, but I’m looking at the cock that rocked my world last night. I think about that cute little emoji face with the exploding brain because that is what I feel like right now. Mind obliterated.
“It’s your mom,” he says. When our eyes meet, I see a little flicker of embarrassment. Holding my phone when my mom is calling while he’s naked seems like a small step too far for Hunter. Considering what he did to me last night, it’s hilarious.
“I better take it,” I say. “I haven’t spoken to her since I got here, and she must have had enough of waiting around for me to make proper contact… Mom.”
“Maggie. Are you okay? I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m okay, Mom.”
“That’s good. So did your dad really leave you a house in his will?” My heart drops a little in my chest. She hasn’t even pretended to make this call about me. It’s all about the money.
“Yeah.”
“That’s amazing.” I hear a long exhale of breath that reveals just how worried she’s been about the financial implications of me being pregnant. “So, are you going to list it with a realtor?”