Sparks of electricity zip down my spine. They journey into the root of my cock as I drill her faster, harder, my breathing ragged and sweat coating my skin. “This enough cock for you?” I demand as my orgasm explodes out of me, as my muscles seize and clench in rapture. Brecken’s fingers work her cunt until she’s convulsing, coming, choking on Roo’s shaft as he spills everything into her.
“There you go,” he croons. “Good girl. Does your arse hurt? Did Luca fuck it good?”
Winter nods, her swallows loud as we gather our breath, as the last spurts of my release jet out of my cock.
Brecken licks his fingers clean as I pull out, a whimpered hiss sounding from Winter. My body is flushed with endorphins and momentary fatigue. I soothe both palms over her buttocks, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin. It’s marked pink on one side from Brecken’s swats and flushed all over from getting railed. I flip that paltry scrap of material back into place, offering Winter a semblance of decency after what we just did.
“Goddamn,” I praise, standing on shaky legs and coming towards her and Roo. She’s sucking on him still, cleaning him like a cat does its fur. Her tongue laves and licks, even as he softens.
“Can a woman live on cock alone?” she muses, running a finger along his inner thigh.
“We’ll keep feeding you ours and you can let us know,” I say wryly.
A soft laugh. “I once joked with Emily that having your cocks every day, seven days a week was doable.”
“Pretty sure we’re giving that hypothesis a run for its money,” Reuben answers, a warm smile on his face. He smooths a thumb over her cheek as Brecken and I climb onto the bed next to her.
“I think you’ve corrupted us,” Brecken offers, kissing her temple. “I thought I’d tried some things before, but Jesus. I love this filth of ours. I love what we do with you.”
His rare confession has Roo and me sharing a knowing glance. Seeing my brothers happy is all I want, but seeing Brecken warm to this arrangement, to know that it’s working for him, for us, fills me with hope.
But he was very close to confessing something we’ve agreed not to confess.
“Same,” she whispers, folding gingerly onto her haunches. She sits up, her make-up smeared, her lips puffy, her tits falling out of her dress. In turn, she looks over each of us, a soft smile on her face. “I, um, I wanted to let you know, and this feels like a good time to say it, that I’m falling pretty hard for you all. And before you ask, this isn’t sex endorphins speaking. Or the earlier booze.” One by one, she holds our eyes, telling us individually, “I love you. Each of you. I love this lifestyle, and loving all of you is so effortless. You make it so easy.”
My heart flies out of chest. As I wrap a hand around Winter’s nape and drag her in for a hungry kiss, I’m aware of the collective sigh of relief from my brothers. Of their eagerness to seal this moment in our consciences.
Releasing her mouth, I keep hold of her jaw as I tell her, “I love you too, Winter. The feeling’s entirely mutual.”
Her smile devastates me. It’s so unquestioning. So committed.
Brecken hauls her over his lap. “Come here, woman, and tell me again.”
She laughs quietly, saying, “I love you, Brecken Sainz.”
“And I love you,” he states emphatically. “But hopefully you already know that."
I catch his deep sigh as he holds her tight to his chest, and then he stands, dropping her to a waiting Reuben.
“C’mere,” he says, dragging her body over his still naked form. “Say I, Winter Harris, love you, Reuben Moore.”
Laughing, she repeats his edict, running her hands over his light brown skin.
Soon, we need to have a conversation with Winter. Having promised to never lie to her again, it feels like I’m failing her. But Dad’s stipulation needs some time, and while we needed to be clear on our respective feelings, what comes next is still a mystery.
“This is what we’ve all been hoping for,” I say aloud. Encased by Roo’s arms, Winter turns to look at me and holds out a hand. She does the same for Brecken, both of us reaching for her so that we’re all connected.
“You give me so much,” Winter shares. “I feel so loved and spoiled and cherished.”
“Because you are,” Brecken returns. “But you give a lot back. We’re demanding, needy, and when the work doesn’t monopolize us we want to be consumed by you instead.”
“Sold,” Winter jokes.
“You get to move in here permanently,” Roo tells her. “It’s what we all envisaged.”
“I know. And I will, but Emily, Betsy, and Justin are visiting me in a couple weeks. I want to be in my employee room for that.”
“Where are they planning on sleeping?” Brecken. Of course.