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She gagged a few times, her reflexes working overtime. Jules spanked her whenever she whined, gently caressing her globes right after each smack fell against her ass.

Finally, Brogan’s pace changed. She sucked harder. Her fingers toyed at the base, pinching the taut skin right above his scrotum.

“Fuck, baby! Where’d you learn to do that?” Brogan asked, his head falling forward, his hips pumping faster.

She applied a little pressure and sucked him to her throat. Humming against his size, she squeezed him with a tight suction and firm lips.

Jules spread her open and shoved three fingers into her pussy. At the same time, Brogan further encouraged a quick head-bob. Her mouth continued to swell with his size as his penis snaked down her throat. Soon, his cum slid across her tongue and drizzled down her throat.

“Ah, yeah,” he cried out, fucking her mouth. “Drink it, subbie. That’s right. Swallow my cum. Oh, baby, that’s my little sub. Oh, yes, keep your little trap closed and suck. Take me.”

His hips jerked and jerked. She didn’t think he’d ever stop coming, and Jules’s fingers fucked her harder and harder until his lips dropped to her ear and he gave his permission. “Come for me.”

Her body fell apart at the hands of Brogan and Jules. Brogan’s dick occupied her mouth, and he held on to her breasts, kneading them in an erotic pattern, allowing his rough calluses to scrape across her nipples.

Jules’s tongue skimmed over her back, and his attentive fingers filled her. The hot heat surrounded her, and her release left her wilting away in front of the Evans brothers, the men she had waited her entire life to love.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, Jenna awoke in the middle of a bright bloom. Flower petals, a mix of tulips and roses, were sprinkled across the pillow next to where she’d slept. Bouquets of various floral arrangements were placed strategically throughout the room.

She appreciated the beauty surrounding her as she relived her experiences from the previous night. She remembered feeling various sensations during her restless sleep. Jules held her, then Brogan.

They each had their own unique way of cuddling. Most of the time, Jules spooned behind her. Brogan kept his distance at first, but eventually he’d closed the distance between them. Whenever he’d draped his arm around her, he’d drawn her bottom against his erection and pressed his length against her hip.

She’d asked them to make love to her. They’d denied her. Jules had provided a sensual kiss each time she’d made the suggestion while Brogan had caressed her arm with complete tenderness. She longed for a deeper connection, and they seemed to understand her need for intimacy. Still, they refused her.

With her arms stretched over her head, she started to drop them to her sides and realized then, she was loosely bound. Her gaze quickly traveled around the room. A plastic tube-like pulley was attached to the ringlets. She jerked and the cuffs only tightened.

“In time, subbie,” Brogan said, entering the bedroom. “First, we’ll let you play with our toys. You’ll like that, won’t you?”

“I want to please you,” she said.

Placing both palms on either side of her head, Brogan gently lowered himself to the bed. He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Good morning.”

“Good morning to you,” she said saucily.

He was more godlike than manlike, even with his scars. Naked, Brogan had entered the room just as he’d apparently left—without a stitch of clothing.

As he towered over her, she examined him in the daylight. One scar bothered her more than the other. A zigzagged pattern from his chest to his navel looked as if he’d endured a devastating injury. Another one, about the size of a kitchen knife blade, marked its place above his left hip bone. Apparently, someone aimed low with devastating intentions.

His eyes followed hers, and they looked darker, a little saddened by her interest. “I don’t want to talk about these.”

“I do,” she whispered.

“Someday, not today,” he said calmly and then added something certain to change the subject. “I heard from Heath. Serena made it to Birmingham and she’s sitting with Fiona.”

A surge of unexplainable guilt washed over her. Here she was in the middle of the mountains with Serena’s uncles while Fiona fought for her life. It didn’t seem fair, or sane.

Brogan asked, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I should be with my family right now.”

“Maybe you already are,” Jules said, entering the room with quite possibly the largest breakfast tray she’d ever seen. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” she said, eyeing Brogan’s cock. Her stare drew a chuckle, a hearty one, and she smacked her lips and added, “Please let me.”

Jules set the tray on the bed and said, “Wanna little meat with your breakfast, I see.”

Her mouth watered, and she watched the sparkle of pre-cum glisten from the tip of Brogan’s dick. She wanted to touch her tongue to his slit, and give his dick a good-morning kiss. That’s when it hit her. “Brogan,” she said, “You’ve never really kissed me.”

Brogan glanced at Jules and said, “Past lovers have told us that Jules kisses better than I do. Be happy with what you have, subbie.”

“But I want you to kiss me. Make love to me, too. You haven’t had sex with me.”

“You’re pretty damn good with my dick, and I seem to remember you going at me like a candy cane, sugar. There are many forms of sex, sub.” Brogan yanked at his cock, using a wide, open hand.

Her mouth watered. “Can I taste you?”

Jules slapped her pussy. “Not yet.”

She jerked. Glaring at Jules, she said, “I wasn’t asking you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t sass. You might stay like this all day if you do.”

She shot Jules a smile and then averted her focus away from him in order to study Brogan again. “Can I touch your scars?”

Brogan’s jaw tensed. His expression changed in an instant. He looked harder, more dominant, and quite pissed off because she wouldn’t leave his history in the past.

Brogan’s gaze held hers, and he gave the pulleys a hard yank, releasing one wrist and then the other. He gripped the back of the headboard and rose over her, aiming his cock at her lips.

Jenna kissed the tip of his dick. “Hmm, you taste wonderful.”

“Then take what you need, lover. Make me feel like an appreciated man this morning.”

Her mouth consumed his cockhead. She slipped her tongue over the crest before she returned to the tip and kissed the mushroom head again, marveling in the way his excitement formed a thin, transparent attachment between her mouth and his meaty shaft.

Sucking his cock, she pumped him with her hand, leaving him long enough to kiss his stomach. She licked along the same path where a deep wound had left behind a life scar, a permanent visible memory.

Jenna wanted to take away his pain. She wanted to consume the dark memories, absorb them for her own, ease away his troubles, and heal him once and for all.

“You can’t kiss away my past,” Brogan said, his gaze shifting from Jenna to Jules.

“I can if you’ll let me. Who did this to you?”

Jules swallowed hard.

Brogan looked away.

She continued to move her mouth over him. Her tongue traced his breastbone, and then her mouth covered the base of his neck. She sucked in, her tongue licking a pattern, tracing the veins along the side. She whispered in his ear, “I want you to kiss me.”

Jules sat down on the bed and opened a jar of strawberry jam. “I think we should have breakfast.”

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as he spread the jelly over a slice of bread with a butter knife. She took it from his hand. Dipping the knife into the jam, she lay down on the bed and coated herself with the sticky sweetness. Carefully, she covered her areolas and then the valley in between her breasts.

Brogan flinched.

“It’s all right. I promise.”

“Sweet mercenary, I should spank you for this,” Jules said, dropping his head to suck her nipples.

Brogan shifted his weight, obviously uncomfortable. He watched as Jules moved between her breasts, licking the jam from her skin. She lay perfectly still, indulgent, satisfied the ploy for their divine attention, paid off.

“Let me suck your dick.” She fingered the tip of his cock. “Please, Master.”

He pumped his cock between two hands, tilting his head as he studied her. Then to her surprise, he guided his dick to her lips.

She greedily consumed him, sucking him to her throat and humming against the shaft as she blew him to kingdom come. Then, she released him and went lower, suckling his balls between her swollen lips and matching his guttural growls with soft whimpers of her own.

* * * *

“Dear God in heaven, have mercy!” Brogan shouted as her mouth closed around him. He felt like she deliberately tricked him and then laid a crop to his sac. He gasped for air and pulled her to him, taking her away from Jules in the process. He held her nape and fisted his dick, taking control before he gave it all away to one red-hot little vixen.

“Brogan,” Jules said. “Tell her what you want.”

He framed her face. “She knows what I want.”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” he insisted. “I want you to submit to me and promise to—”

“And promise what?” she interrupted him.

Jules looked at Brogan and shook his head. There was an unspoken understanding between the men. “Flip over,” Brogan ordered.

“So you can spank me?”

“Yes,” he replied. “And don’t question me. Just do as you’re told.”

Her nipples beaded to perfection. He’d noticed that about her before. Whenever he made quick demands, she responded to his voice appropriately.

Jules tossed the lube to the bed. The energy in the room changed and Jenna willingly placed her palms against the mattress, coming to her knees. Crouched in a position perfect for spanking, Jenna jerked as Jules dragged his hand across her bottom. She lunged forward the minute he squeezed the cool lube between her cheeks.

“Easy, lover,” Brogan said, curiously observing her.

She bit her bottom lip and purred like a precious kitten. Good God, she was more tempting than a room full of experienced submissive women.

“Stand up, subbie,” Brogan said hastily.

“Brogan,” Jules muttered. “Easy, you take her easy.”

“She doesn’t want me to be gentle. Do you, subbie?”

She shook her head and Brogan bit out. “Back on your knees, Jenna.” He moved toward her quickly as she presented her ass for his pleasure.

“Look at these shapely globes.”

“You’re in for a treat, bro.”

“You had first dibs on her pussy. This ass is mine,” Brogan growled.

Then, Brogan parted her ass cheeks. He doused his cock with lubricant and then slipped inside her bottom, impaling the first layer of skin and going for the gusto when he slammed his dick forward and started what he already considered the fuck of a lifetime.

* * * *

“Oh, gods, Jules! He’s hurting me!” she screamed out, clutching the blanket in her hands.

Brogan pulled out and stopped immediately. Pulling her hair, he yanked her back and kissed her neck. “Don’t tell Jules, baby. Talk to me. I’ll never hurt you on purpose. Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No, just…just give me time to stretch. Don’t slam inside me like you’re fucking my pussy.”

“Here now, what language,” he said, slapping her ass before sliding inside her tight bottom once more. Good grief, her nasty mouth played havoc on his balls. He was ready to fucking blow!

This time, he inched inside her ass, using more self-control than he’d ever wanted to claim. She bucked against him and fell forward. He slapped her bottom and said, “Up on all fours, subbie. You’ll take it better on your knees. Come on, baby. Let me get some of your pretty little bottom. Give your Master what he needs.”

Jules sat in front of her with his back against the headboard, bracing himself with his palms on either side of his hips. “Come here, Jenna. I want my pretty baby sub sucking my dick.”

Brogan pushed her head down and, gripping her left hip with his free hand, drove into her ass, hammering between her cheeks like a wild man ready to come, but he wasn’t about to cross over that wall of ecstasy yet.

He pressed down on her shoulders and knew her breasts were mashed against Jules’s thighs. That turned him on as much as the slurping sound of oral sex.

“That’s it, baby, get you some of Jules,” Brogan growled. He dropped the hand guiding her closer to Jules and gripped her waist with both hands.

Using a forceful sling, he tossed her body back and forth in an erotic movement. He pumped his cock into her tight ass, sinking balls-deep into her clenching tight hole. Ah yes, he was good and ready to explode. He gave Jules the signal, winking and nodding.

And Jules knew precisely what to do.

* * * *

Jenna was scared, and so completely consumed by lust that she imagined herself coming hard and fast the second they penetrated her together. Her back was to Jules, and he pressed his cock against her bottom, whispering a few sweet nothings, most of which she couldn’t understand, while Brogan cleaned up and then sheathed himself.

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