I looked out my window, focusing my attention on the tree outside. I was there, in my happy place, away from the dangers of Leo and everything that had happened in California. And part of me didn't really want to speak about it.
But another part of me felt like I could, finally, tell someone about all that I'd experienced. Because I found myself comforted by Ben and Quinn's presence. I felt as if they could keep me safe from Leo. I felt like I could trust them.
“We started dating shortly after I moved out to California,” I started. “I was young, naive, and stupid. He was older, handsome, and filthy rich. He promised me that he knew some people in the industry and could help get my career going. Like an idiot, I fell for it. Months went by, I moved in with him to save money since I couldn't afford rent on a waitress's salary. And then I finally saw the real him –”
I stopped speaking for a moment as tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped them away angrily. Frustrated at myself for being so emotional. For being so weak.
“At first, he was just a dick,” I said. “He yelled a lot, bossed me around. Told me what I could and couldn't wear. Where I could and couldn't go. And who I could and couldn't see. But, he wasn't violent. Not at first, anyway.”
Quinn reached out and pulled me close, holding me to him. Comforted by his presence, I leaned my head against his chest and melted into his embrace.
“You don't have to say anymore,” he said. “I think we get the picture.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
Feeling all of the same old anger and shame that Leo inspired within me, I didn't want to say anything more and was glad that Quinn wasn't going to press the issue. His shirt smelled of him, a manly scent that brought comfort to me right away. I relaxed in his arms as Ben stroked my back. I could have easily fallen asleep there.
I looked up at Quinn, stared into his honey brown eyes, and couldn't resist any longer. I pressed my lips gently to his. He kissed me back, just a chaste meeting of the lips, but my entire body tingled. Never had I felt so safe with anyone in my entire life. Ben had the same effect on me, but both of these men at once? I couldn't deny that I just wanted to curl up with all three of them and let them love me.
It was all so surreal that it was making my head spin. Not half an hour ago, they'd been beating Leo downstairs and I thought my life was going to end. I thought I'd either die of the humiliation of it all or Leo would somehow drag me kicking and screaming back to California – and nobody would stop him.
And yet now, here we were, cuddled together, my body crying out for their attention, my soul needing to be nourished. I'd been mired in misery for so long that my mind, body, and soul, cried out for affirmation of life. I was alive, and I was somebody desirable, somebody worth loving.
I kissed Quinn again, this time with more passion. Pushing past his lips, our tongues met, and I gasped – it felt so good to be kissing someone I knew wasn't going to hurt me. I knew Quinn would never hurt me like Leo had. Both of us just seemed to let go with one another in that moment, almost forgetting about Bennett who was still rubbing my back gently as I made out with his brother.
My shirt fell down off my shoulder, exposing my skin, and I felt a tingle of surprise when Bennett kissed it. His lips brushed my flesh, dotting it with kisses that caused me to shiver from the sensation. Reaching my arm around, I touched the back of his head, running a hand through his hair as he continued kissing his way down my shoulder.
Quinn moved down to my neck, his lips kissing every inch of my skin. My eyes were closed, my lips parted, a soft moan of pleasure escaping them. It was the strangest feeling in my life, and yet, I was in heaven. Being surrounded by both of these men who'd fought to protect me even though we hardly knew each other, put me in a state of comfort and bliss. And I never wanted it to end.
I turned my head and Bennett's lips were there, touching mine as his brother kissed the side of my neck. His tongue pushed into my mouth, much more forceful than his brother's, and he held my face in his hands as our kissed intensified, grew more passionate.
I laid back down on my bed, one man on each side of me, and they laid with me. Their bodies were wrapped around mine, holding me closely, protecting me from the evils of the world.
No one said a word. We just laid there, and I felt their hearts beating against me – Quinn's in the front, Bennett's in the back. I felt both of them growing hard against me, as they held me close. Neither one made a move, though. They just held me. An awkward silence descended upon us all, the moment absolutely saturated with expectation and anticipation.
The aching need started low in my body and grew more persistent. I tried to resist and found that I wanted to touch them – and have them touch me back. My body pressed up against Quinn's, his cock rubbing against my pelvis. I rubbed my body against it, moaning lightly. Quinn stared at me, wide eyed, then looked back at his brother as if trying to decide if we should do this or not. I knew it had to be weird for him, so I stopped. Pulling back from Quinn though, meant my ass rubbed against Bennett. I felt his swollen member against my body and that only made the aching inside of me grow more intense.
It was Bennett who started to kiss the back of my neck, pressing himself deep into me. Closing my eyes, I let myself succumb to the sensation. Weird and awkward or not, Quinn apparently, did not want to be left out. He kissed my lips, and I felt his cock pressing into me again too.
“Yes, yes,” I muttered, wrapping my legs around Quinn's body and pulling him into me.
His lips moved lower, down to my neck, – and then lower still. Pushing down my sweater, he kissed my collarbone as I whimpered softly. Bennett nibbled on my ear lobe, his hands moving to my breasts. Of the two, he was the one most dominant, which surprised me only slightly. Quinn liked to pretend he was an alpha, but he really wasn't. There was no pretending with Bennett though.
If either brother had doubts about what we were doing at that point, it was all thrown out the window quickly. Bennett lifted my sweater over my head, exposing my lacy black bra. His hands massaged my breasts, teasing the nipple until I writhed, pushing myself against his brother. Bennett pressed himself against me harder, rubbing his erection against my ass as his brother removed my bra.
Quinn's hands fumbled at the snaps for only a moment before my breasts fell free from the contraption. He leaned down, taking one of my stiff nipples between his luscious lips and sucked.
I shuddered, grabbing onto his head and letting my hands get tangled in his long, auburn locks. My own hands moved lower on his body, stroking his cock through his jeans. The gravelly moan from Quinn's throat sent me over the top and I grabbed at his belt, undoing it as quickly as I could. I needed to feel his cock for myself, to see if it was as large as it felt underneath his pants. Once his pants were unzipped, I slid my hand down and grabbed hold of it. Quinn threw his
head back and groaned as I gripped him tightly. I stroked him, my hand barely wrapping around the thick base of his rod.
Bennett reached around and slipped his hand down the front of my leggings, pulling my body closer to him as he searched for my sweet spot. Finding my clit, he circled it gently with his finger, causing me to jump slightly, and to press against him even harder.
His fingers moved toward my suddenly drenched opening as I continued stroking his brother's cock, and before I knew what was happening, he slid a finger inside of me. I moaned, my head falling forward onto Quinn's shoulder as Bennett fingered me – moving in and out of me, almost at the same pace as my hand moved on Quinn's dick.
I continued pressing my ass against Bennett, rubbing his erection with my body, and he ground against me nice and hard. The sensation of him against me, and his finger inside of me, was almost too much. I so badly needed one of them inside of me. My body felt ready to explode.
As if they could read my mind, Quinn and Bennett pulled down my leggings, working together to get them off of me. My hand had slipped from Quinn's cock, and I reached for it again. This time, however, I positioned his erection against my body. Quinn rubbed against my clit with his shaft, while Bennett's held my body still, rubbing himself against my ass. I took Quinn's dick in my hand and guided him to my opening, and when he slid forward, he pressed into me.