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  Porter stood in front of the stove, stirring something in a big pot. He was in different clothes than what he’d worn to work this morning. There was over a foot of snow on the ground, and he was barefoot in a pair of well-worn jeans and just a t-shirt. Porter cooking was quite the sight, and it wasn’t the delicious scents that made my mouth water.

  He looked to me and smiled. “There’s my girl.” His gaze heated as he took in every inch of me. He came over, took over fixing the sleeves. “I like you in my shirt.”

  All of a sudden, I felt shy. Earlier, he’d settled between my thighs and had been ravenous, as if my pussy was his only source of sustenance. He’d been insatiable even, and hadn’t done anything about his own pleasure. I glanced at the front of his pants. There was a thick bulge—my pussy clenched remembering exactly how big he was—and I had to wonder…

  “You never… I mean, don’t you need to—”

  He lifted my chin with two fingers and I met his eyes. “Say it, sweetness.”

  “Don’t you need to come, too?”

  He grinned. “It was all about you earlier.”

  “And now?” I questioned.

  “I licked your pussy so you want to suck my dick?”

  I blushed, thinking about kneeling before him, taking his dick as deep as I could into my mouth. He was huge and after spending the weekend together, I hadn’t done more than lick the pre-cum from the tip. He’d kept me occupied pleasing him in other ways. I still wasn’t sure if I could take him all in my mouth, even if I gripped the base. But I wanted to try, wanted to feel his hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer. I wanted to hear his sounds of pleasure, to feel the power knowing I did it to him.

  “Mmm, keep thinking those thoughts, sweetness.”

  I frowned. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

  He grinned and slid a knuckle over my jaw. “Besides the flush on your cheeks, your eyes get all foggy and your breathing picks up when you’re aroused. Besides, your nipples are poking against my shirt.”

  I glanced down. Traitorous nipples!

  “You want to suck me off, my dick’s all yours. Anytime. But right now I want to know how you’re feeling.”

  I shrugged, thought of the mess that was my life, but had no new answers. “Any word from Liam?”

  “Only a text that said they have a warrant for your brother’s arrest, but haven’t found him.”

  I frowned, wishing things hadn’t turned to this for Tommy. At the same time, I was going to have to figure out how to pay my bills without working for Dr. Metzger. “I’m pretty pissed at him at the moment, so he better hide because if I get my hands on him before Liam does—”

  “Easy, tiger.” He pulled me in for a hug, and I felt a kiss pressed to the top of my head. Against my belly, I felt his dick, long and thick and it pulsed, swelled. “You don’t have to worry about your bills, your mortgage. Liam and I are here to help.”

  The front door opened and closed followed by the sound of boots hitting the floor. Liam was here, but I didn’t pay him much thought. No, all my thoughts were on Porter’s words. You don’t have to worry about your bills, your mortgage. Yeah, right!

  I pulled back, paced the large kitchen. All the rooms were supersized, perhaps planned that way by Porter since he was so big. Circling the large island, I turned and faced him. “You can’t pay my bills for me.”

  I placed my palms on the cool granite as Liam came into the room. He came around and kissed me on the head.

  “Before you ask, Tommy hasn’t been found,” he said. “There’s nothing new. He’s probably hunkered down somewhere.”

  I nodded, thankful he’d told me right away.

  Porter kept his gaze on me even as he crossed his arms. “You don’t need to kill yourself working two jobs when you have two men to help with things now.” Clearly, he didn’t want to talk about Tommy and was like a dog with a dang bone.

  I pushed Liam away and narrowed my eyes at Porter. “Men? You think me having you and Liam in my life now is going to solve my student loan debt? That’s not how it works.”

  “It is if you move in here and we pay them for you.”

  My mouth fell open and I stared at him, then Liam, who still said nothing on the subject, which meant he was in complete agreement, or he knew how to save his own hide. “You don’t get it!” I all but shouted.

  Porter moved and leaned against the counter on his side of the island. “Explain it to me then.”

  “To us,” Liam finally said. “I want to know the answer to this, too.”

  I put my hand on my chest. “I give up my house, one of my jobs and I become beholden to you. Both of you.”

  Porter’s eyes narrowed. “You’re our woman, you’re not beholden to us,” he countered.

  I looked at the ceiling, the recessed lights bright. “You’re setting me up to fail! If I rely on you, then what happens when you leave?”

  Liam stilled. Porter was quiet for a moment, then he spoke, but his voice was low, almost a whisper. “I’m not your father, and I’m not going to bail. I’m not Tommy and won’t use you. While I didn’t put a ring on your finger the other night, I vowed before I fucked you bare that this was forever. I have no intention of leaving, but you seem to think this is temporary.”

  I bit my lip, eyed them both. “I want… I want it to be forever, but I’m scared. Men leave. At least they do for me. I can’t rely on anyone but myself, especially when it comes to money. I need to be financially independent.”

  “This”—Porter circled his hand in the air indicating the three of us—“this is all new, but it’s real and deep and serious,” he added.

  “Very fucking serious,” Liam concurred.

  “I hear what you’re saying,” Porter continued. “But you have to understand you’re with two men who put you first. We don’t want you to work two jobs, not because we don’t want you to be self-reliant, but because you work too much. We wouldn’t be who we are if we let you push yourself so hard if we can make things easier.” He sighed. “We open your car door for you.”

  I nodded.

  “You let us because it’s the gentlemanly thing to do. Same goes for walking beside you but closest to the street. And carrying grocery bags. We do all of that not because you can’t take care of yourself, but because it’s the right thing to do. You’re our woman, and it’s our job to take care of you.”

  “And our mothers would kick our asses if they heard we behaved otherwise,” Liam added. He looked to me. “Who helped me stuff and lick all those envelopes for the mill levy survey?”

  “I did,” I said. Before election day, the sheriff’s department had to send out notices to everyone in a certain mill district about a measure on the ballot. Liam had been tasked with the job, and I’d gone to the station to help him one rainy Saturday. We’d done that instead of going to lunch and a movie.

  “Why did you help?”

  I frowned. “Because there were thousands of them and you would have worked all weekend.”

  The corner of Liam’s mouth went up. “Did you help because you thought I couldn’t do it?”

  “No, of course not.” I shook my head. The idea was actually silly. “You needed help.”

  He came over, tapped the tip of my nose. “Exactly. You’re working at Dr. Metzger’s office and the hospital so you can pay off your debts. No other reason. We want to help you with that, not because you can’t do it, but because helping will make it easier for you.”

  I relaxed, let the anger fade. They were just trying to be nice. Like they said, gentlemanly. Still… “I understand your point, but there’s a big difference between money and licking things.”

  Liam’s eyebrows went up. “I’ve got something you can lick.”

  I laughed and rolled my eyes, the tension diffused.

  “It’s all about trust, sweetness,” Porter said, coming around the island, stepping close, close enough to settle his hand on my waist. “We’ve all fallen hard and fast, but we’ll work on it.”


  My heart thudded and I glanced between the two of them. We might have been hot and heavy all weekend, they might have vowed forever, but this was the first time they’d said how they felt about me. “You’ve fallen for me?”

  They stared at me as if I’d grown a second head.

  Liam put his hands on his hips, stared at the floor for a minute, then looked at me. “I don’t know if I should spank you or fuck you so you know how I feel about you. Woman, I’m sharing you because I love you.”

  “Perhaps spank, then fuck,” Porter offered. He tipped up my chin. “We said forever. We claimed you. Fucked you bare. Of course we’ve fallen for you. I love you, Jillian Murphy.”

  A feeling of lightness, happiness, elation pumped through my veins and I couldn’t help the smile. “Well, I love you, too.”

  Both men beamed, as if their favorite football team just won the Super Bowl.

  “Love is why we want to make things easier, not because we’re men,” Porter said.

  Liam chuckled. “Well, I hope you love us because we’re men, otherwise we need to have a talk. I’d say being in love is a good start toward trust, huh?” Liam asked.

  “Definitely,” Porter added. “You might not trust us merging bank accounts, but you trust us with your body, giving you pleasure. That’s far more precious to me. Liam, you should have seen her earlier, naked, legs over my shoulders, writhing as I ate her pussy.”

  Liam groaned and moved in on my other side.

  I could feel my cheeks heat. “I thought a gentleman didn’t kiss and tell.”

  “I share you with Liam,” Porter countered. “No one else.”

  “Like right now,” Liam said, his voice dropping deep in what I now thought of as his sexy voice. His finger slid down my neck and across my shoulder, moving the flannel to expose a few inches of my skin. “Two dicks, baby. Right now. Where do you want them?”

  Porter brought his finger up to my lips. Tapped. “Here?” He switched directions and worked it down the center of my body, between my breasts, circled my belly button, then moved lower and dipped into my pussy. He groaned, probably feeling how wet I was, and said, “Here?”

  I shivered in anticipation of here or here.

  As he continued to slowly finger fuck me, Liam’s hand slid up my thigh, lifting the shirt and cupping my bottom, his thumb dipping between my cheeks. He found my back entrance and I gasped. While his touch was gossamer soft, I went up on my tiptoes surprised by the burst of heat and sensation. He was touching me… there. “Or here?”

  12

  LIAM

  * * *

  Seeing Jill in Porter’s shirt had made me stop in the kitchen doorway. The flannel was an obvious sign that Porter had gotten her out of her scrubs. That, combined with her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed was evidence she’d been fucked and fucked well. The feeling in my chest wasn’t jealousy, but something else entirely.

  Fear.

  If Jill could be so well satisfied by Porter, why did she need me?

  Irrational feelings, I knew, but they lingered. Even after a weekend where we’d gotten to know each other even more, in bed and out. Friday night, after we’d had our way with her for a few hours, she’d slept in Porter’s bed, wrapped in his arms while I took the guest room. Saturday morning, when the sun was just coming up, I’d picked her up, carried her back to my bed and fucked her, kept her well occupied until lunch. Porter had left us alone to play on our own. Saturday night, she slept with me. Well, sleep wasn’t the right word since I’d stayed between her lush thighs for hours, then she pretty much passed out. On Sunday while watching football, Liam and I had passed Jill back and forth, from his spot in his favorite recliner in front of the big flat screen and to me on the couch, playing. Fucking. She slept with Porter that night before leaving for work this morning. I’d heard his headboard slamming into the wall, her cries of pleasure. Knew she was well taken care of.

  Between all of that, Jill didn’t play favorites and seemed to want us both equally.

  But fucking didn’t make everything right, for as I’d hung up my coat and ditched my boots by the front door, I’d heard them having a heated conversation.

  Now, knowing she had issues becoming financially dependent, we had to be careful. No way would she continue killing herself with two jobs, but she was prickly as fuck about it. She might not admit it to herself, even after saying she loved us and wanted forever, we’d be living together soon enough. Her house was small, too small for Porter to move around in. Hell, it was tight for me, too. And if… no, when we had kids… it was just too small.

  Porter’s house would work, plenty of bedrooms and plenty of land. Or someplace else. While the Hogan ranch belonged to me and my brother equally, the main house was his home now. Since there was plenty of acreage, I could build a place of my own easily enough without getting in his way. Where we lived with Jill wasn’t the issue. It was when.

  She was protecting her heart. It was obvious. She’d admitted she was scared. Love was fucking scary. But it was worth it.

  Jill was worth it.

  And the way she responded to us, so passionately and with complete abandon, she was perfect.

  I could tell by the way she went up on her toes as my thumb brushed over her tight asshole that I’d surprised her. “Ever had a dick in your ass?” I asked, kissing along her shoulder. She smelled like Porter’s soap, but beneath, all sweet, warm Jill.

  “No,” she breathed, rolling her hips as Porter worked his finger in her pussy, only to have her shifting nudge the tip of my thumb against her tight rosebud a little harder. Her head fell back against my chest, her eyes closed. “But… oh god!”

  No doubt she could come from this, from our finger play, but this wasn’t what I wanted. It was time to see if she liked a little ass play, because eventually we’d take her together. I dreamed of her being between us and having us in her pussy and ass at the same time. Two men, two dicks at once.

  All weekend long, we didn’t even mention ass play. There was enough we wanted to do with Jill to leave that out. But now, it was time to see how she liked it… because ass play was something I really liked and wanted to do with Jill. Just thinking of getting my dick in that tight hole had me rock hard. I looked to Porter and he nodded.

  “But what, sweetness?” he asked.

  “No, I haven’t been fucked in the ass.” She licked her lips and I watched her face. “But I prepared myself for both of you.”

  Porter’s hand stilled and I froze. Porter’s eyes held the same mix of surprise and confusion as I felt.

  “Prepared?” I asked. My dick, which was already hard, now had a zipper mark in it from my jeans. Shit.

  Porter slipped his finger from her and she whimpered. Her eyes opened.

  She blushed a fiery shade of red. “I told you I wanted both of you all along, but was too afraid to say.”

  We nodded and watched her fidget.

  “Well, I ordered a butt plug set online and used them.”

  Porter stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so serious, as if he were cross examining a witness in the courtroom, but the way his dick bulged in the front of his pants ruined the effect. “Are you telling me you were walking around with a plug in your ass while we were dating?”

  “What?” Her eyes were like saucers. “No, of course not. Well, you saw me on the couch.”

  “You had a plug in your ass then?” I asked. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Our girl had been playing with herself while her ass had been filled?

  She shook her head. “I… god, I’m messing this up. Not that time, but other times when I touched myself, in bed, I put one in. To see what it was like.”

  “Holy shit,” I muttered, this time aloud, imagining her on top of her bed, on hands and knees, reaching back and working one deep inside that virgin hole. Our girl was an anal tease. “You liked it, I’m assuming, made yourself come with your ass crammed full, if you did it more than once.”

  I didn’t think it was
possible for her to get any redder, but she did. She nodded.

  Porter turned on his heel, flipped off the burner on the stove, then called over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. “Meet me in the family room.”

  I took Jill’s hand and I had just pulled her down onto my lap on the couch when Porter returned, placing a bright pink silicone butt plug, still in its packaging, and a small bottle of lubricant beside it.

  “I got this to get you ready for us. I was going to wait a little while since we haven’t even fucked you together yet.”

  “He’s right,” I said, sliding her flannel off her shoulder so I could kiss it. The top swells of her bare breasts were visible. “Porter’s fucked you, baby. I’ve fucked you, but we’ve never taken you at the same time. Only our fingers in the garage that first night.”

  We’d never exactly talked about it, but fucking her solo had been to get her used to the idea of a threesome relationship. To fool around, to play and fuck with someone else watching. It was for Porter and me, too. It wasn’t like we were used to being with a woman with someone else around. Now, I was comfortable watching as Porter fucked Jill and probably he felt the same way. But this relationship wasn’t about exhibitionism, it was about a threesome.

  “That changes now,” Porter added. He glanced at me, but I didn’t have to say a word. We were in sync on this. It was time to claim our girl together. “It’s time to get two sets of hands, two mouths, two dicks involved in making you come.”

  “You’re going to fuck my ass… now?” Her words were a breathless squeak, as if she was equally excited and afraid.

  “Do you want your ass fucked now?” I asked, held my breath. I’d never taken a woman’s ass before. Only played. Fingers, toys, but that was it. If this was what she wanted, hell, I’d happily give it to her because I wanted it, too. “If you have needs, baby, it’s our job to take care of them.”

  “I… I—um…”

  I undid the top button of her shirt. The garment being so big, it was all that was keeping it on her shoulders and the flannel pooled about her waist. Leaning her back, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucked until she gasped, until her hands went to my hair.