In an instant, I found myself lowered into the water again, my legs on either side of his hips.
“Put my cock inside you,” he said.
It was an order I had absolutely no difficulty obeying. With greedy need, I reached out and wrapped my hands around his swollen shaft which was thick and heavy with his arousal. I guided him to my core, sinking down a bit, gasping at the stretch required to take him inside. “Oh God, you’re huge!”
“Need some help?” he asked, a self-satisfied grin on his face.
“Maybe it’s impossible,” I teased as I sank down another inch.
“I think I’m just right,” he said and while I knew I should roll my eyes at the fact that we were discussing the size of his cock, I was far more interested in satisfying the need burning within me.
Banks grabbed my hips and held me immobile for a moment before he pulled me down. Though I was sure I could not take any more, he proved me wrong. Thrusting upward, he buried several inches of his cock within me. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my body trembling, my cry escaping as he thrust again, then again, showing no hesitancy, no mercy as he continued to impale me on his cock until he was finally fully seated. A rush of pleasure ripped through me with a force that took my breath away. I whimpered as Banks groaned, lifting me and pulling out almost all the way, just to thrust his hardness back into my body.
He’d spoken the truth. It wasn’t gentle, wasn’t easy and, God, I didn’t want it to be. I gave myself over to him, to his needs as he rammed into me again and again. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of lust pulsing in every cell of my body. I arched my back when Banks slipped a finger to my clit and circled, increasing the pressure in my pussy.
“You’re so fucking tight. Your cunt is like molten heat around my cock,” he growled as he lowered his mouth to the crevice of my neck and bit down.
A moan escaped my lips as Banks thrust into me, again and again, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. The building pressure threatened to overflow at any second. He plunged in and out, deeper with each pounding motion. Setting up a rhythm, he rocked me to an orgasm.
I cried out his name as erotic bliss poured through me. His eyes were locked on mine, his hand sliding into my hair, pulling me close so he could crush his lips against mine. I felt his cock swell even more within me and saw his jaw clench. With a cry of ‘Goldie’, he followed me to release.
It seemed like hours had passed as we lay entangled in each other’s arms, luxuriating on the soft bed of ferns Banks had moved us to, the late afternoon sun drying the water from our skin. Banks ran his fingers through my hair, occasionally giving soft and alluring kisses, mostly leaving the sting of a nip of his teeth everywhere his hand grazed. I rested my head on his shoulder, rubbing my fingertips along his bare chest. Without another moment’s pause, he rolled me onto my back, bracing his weight on his hands.
“If I knew being with you was going to be like this, I would’ve made you mine a long time ago,” Banks murmured, his tongue sweeping along my bottom lip before his teeth took a bite.
The sting zipped through me. God. I wanted him in every way. With every look, every touch, every breath we shared, all I knew was that I wanted… needed more. Having sex with Banks was better than I’d ever imagined, and being in his arms… well, I never wanted to leave his embrace. I didn’t want this moment to end. Had I lost my mind? I was actually considering being with all of them… with every single Barrett brother, and they didn’t mind one bit.
Rules of monogamy forever shattered.
Banks ran his fingertips down my face. “Hey, where did you go? Something changed just now.”
I shrugged. “Nothing really.” No way would I confess that I’d been thinking about his brothers while in his arms. “I’m just taking this all in, I guess.”
He tucked me close, caressing my stomach with slow strokes of his fingers. “There’s a lot to take in lately. The move, building our lives... being with all of us.”
I snuggled closer, playing lightly with his chest hair. It seemed he already knew exactly where my thoughts had gone. “Is that what I am doing? Really? Being with all of you?”
“We aren’t easy men, Goldie.”
“I’m not an easy woman.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I’ve figured that much out.” He kissed the top of my head. “My brothers and I agree on this. We want things a certain way in a relationship. We expect to be in charge. A lot of women wouldn’t be willing to accept that.”
“I’m not most women.” Though I wasn’t exactly sure what he was getting at, nor was I sure I truly was willing to accept a man could be inchargeof me.
He laughed again. “Yes, I know this, too. I can tell you one thing, though. We may be demanding, bossy, stubborn, and overprotective, but we counter it by making sure our woman is forever cared for.”
Our woman?I couldn’t muster up the courage to ask what he meant by that, or what that would look like. This had started out as a twisted game of sorts. A strange one, perhaps, one in which I had accepted the part of being their fake wife… but his words, the tone in which they had been said had me questioning if the game was becoming something more… something real.
Gramps and Granny G had shown me what love looked like, had taught me what it meant to truly care for someone you’d chosen to give your heart and soul to… but three? Forget the legalities… I knew the law would never accept multiple partners, but was it even possible to love three different men at the same time? The question wasn’t one I could honestly answer, so I took a lesson from Scarlett O’Hara—tomorrow. I’d think about it then, but for now, I wanted more of the man I was with.
I managed to roll Banks onto his back only because he allowed it. My blood raced as I began to trace a hungry trail down his body. Kissing, licking, and doing a bit of nipping of my own, I tasted my way down to his hardened shaft, moving lower and lower until the tip of my tongue touched the tip of his cock. Loving the moan the move drew from him, I looked up, my eyes finding his, lust evident in the depths.
“You promised to feed me,” I said.
He grinned. “Our picnic is in the saddlebags. Let me go get it and—”
“No!” I shouted when he reached for me, to move me off of him.