Three Men and a Bride (2 page)

Drake headed into the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, she was wearing the revealing, red lace outfit.  She drank in the sight of him standing there, his broad, muscular chest naked, a white towel draped loosely around his waist.

“I hope you’re not too tired.”  His eyes simmered with heat as he strode toward her, then he swept her in his arms and kissed her.

She clung to him, allowing all her pent up lust to rush to the surface.

“God, I want you.”  She stroked down his solid chest.  Her fingers brushed against the towel, then she tugged it free.

His cock was already at half-mast.  She wrapped her hand around it and stroked, as heat simmered inside her.

“I’ve missed this monster inside me.”  She squeezed, then tugged him forward as she backed up to the bed, then sat down and brought his cockhead to her lips.

“It’s only been… ah…”—he sucked in a breath as she took him into her mouth—“…a few hours.”

She drew his big cockhead from her mouth and smiled.  “As I said.  Too long.”

She licked him like a lollipop, then stretched her lips wide as she swallowed the plum-sized head again.  The feel of his hard flesh inside her mouth stoked the flames building within her.  She stroked his shaft with her hand as she sucked.  Within moments, his cock was rock-hard.

His cock still in her mouth, she glanced up at his face.  Suddenly, she imagined that it was Craig standing in front of her, with
his
cock in her mouth.  Then Abel stepped up beside her and offered her his cock to suck.

She released Drake’s big cock and stood up.

“Come sit down,” she said, taking Drake’s hand and leading him to the upholstered armchair against the wall near the bed.

He sat down and she sat on his lap, her back to him and his hard cock beneath her.  She rocked forward and back, stroking him with her body.  Wetness pooled between her legs at the feel of the hard ridge beneath her.

His big hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed and stroked them as she glided forward and back on his erection.

“Damn, sweetheart.  That feels so good.”

He nuzzled the back of her neck and she reached for his cock and pulled it up between her legs.  She leaned back against him as she stroked his cock, enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts.  He slid his fingers under the cups of her bra and tweaked her nipples.

Thoughts of Abel and Craig leaning down in front of her and licking her nipples, then sucking them into their mouths sent a flash frenzy of heightened lust through her.  She flicked her clit, imagining it was Drake doing that while his brothers sucked her nipples enthusiastically.

“Oh, Drake.  I want you so bad.”

His cock twitched in her hand.

“Me too, baby.”

Unable to wait a minute longer, she tugged the crotch of her thong aside and lifted her body, then drove down on his huge, solid cock.  She gasped as it drove into her.

She loved how it filled her so deeply.  He teased her nipple while his other hand slid down her torso, then found her aching clit.  He stroked it lightly with his fingertip and she groaned at the intense sensation.

What if Drake lifted her right now and slid into her back opening, then Abel stepped forward with his equally large cock and slid it into her, too.

His finger flicked on her clit again and she moaned.

“Oh, God, I’m so close.”

He grasped her hips, lifting, encouraging her to start moving.  She moved up, then down, his cock pushing into her again.  She felt lightheaded.  She pushed herself up again, then dropped down again, moaning at the intense pleasure of his cock stroking her passage.  She imagined a cock gliding into her ass, too.  The thought sent quivers through her and she moaned.

She bounced up and down, again and again, taking his big cock deep inside her.  Suddenly, bliss blossomed within her, stripping her of conscious thought.  She wailed as he guided her hips up and down, continuing her mind-shattering orgasm.

His pelvis jerked upward as a fountain of liquid heat erupted within her.  She moaned again at the incredible sensation.

Finally, she collapsed against him, his big cock still inside her.

“Fuck, you are incredible,” he murmured in her ear.  “I’m so fucking lucky to have found you.”

Then he swept her up in his arms, his cock slipping from inside her, and carried her to the bed.

* * *

Marie woke up to the sensational feel of warmth between her legs.  She gazed down at a male head nuzzling her pussy.  Dreams of Craig stroking her body while Abel went down on her still fresh in her sleepy brain, she moaned.  “Oh, Abel,” she murmured as her fingers twined in his hair.

He gazed up at her.  “Abel?”

Jerking wide awake at the sound of Drake’s voice, ice water flooded her veins.   She cleared her throat.

“Are you
able
to come again so soon?” she said, keeping her voice almost steady.

He prowled over her with a wicked grin.  “Just watch me.”

He dragged his big cockhead the length of her slick pussy and then teased her opening.  When she moaned in frustration, arching against him, he chuckled then drove into her in one hard, deep thrust.

“Oh, God, yes.”  She clung to him holding him tight to her body.  Then he drew back and thrust again.

His big, hard cock glided into her again and again, the thrusts faster and deeper each time.

“Oh, yes.”  She gulped in breaths of air as his body slammed against hers over and over, pleasure swamping her senses.

“I’m so close, baby.”  He said each word between thrusts.  “How about you?”

She nodded enthusiastically.  “Make me come,” she pleaded.

He drove in again, with a twist this time, throwing her over the edge of sanity.  The orgasm exploded within her, and she gasped.

Still he thrust, driving her pleasure higher and higher.  She floated in freefall, enjoying the bliss of a complete departure from physical ties as she floated on a cloud of [sheer] ecstasy.

He groaned and heat filled her, then he collapsed on top of her.  She welcomed his weight grounding her as she slowly drifted back from heaven.

He kissed her and rolled to her side, then pulled her against his body.  She rested her head against his solid chest, loving the sound of his heartbeat against her ear.  Calming.  Carrying her back to a deep and pleasant sleep.

* * *

Marie woke up and glanced around the strange bedroom.  It took a moment for her to realize where she was.  This was the master bedroom in Drake’s house. 
Their
house.

It looked different in the daylight. Bright and spacious, with sunlight streaming in the big windows.  Last night in the soft lighting, it had felt close and intimate.

Drake wasn’t in bed with her, but she smelled coffee brewing so he was probably downstairs.   She glanced at the clock and realized she had just over an hour to get ready for work.  Drake said he could drive her and this evening they would go to her place and pick up some of her clothes and her car so she had her own transportation.

She got up and headed for the bathroom.  From the damp towel draped over a hook on the door, she could tell Drake had already had his shower.  She opened the glass door and stepped inside, then turned on the water, thinking about how nice it would be if Drake stepped into the shower stall with her.

As she ran her soapy hands over her body, her thoughts turned back to last night.  The sex between her and Drake had been incredible, better than anything she’d experienced before, but guilt washed through her at the realization that it was because of her hot fantasies of his brothers joining them that had pushed up the intensity.

After her shower, she dried off, then blow dried her hair and put on her makeup.  She would arrange to see Lori this weekend and she could tell Lori about all of this.  It would be good to talk about it.

Ten minutes later, she walked into the kitchen, dressed and ready for work.

“There’s my beautiful bride.”  Drake, handsome in a gray suit and burgundy tie, gave her a kiss, then guided her to the table.  “You sit and I’ll bring your breakfast.”

He brought her a cup of coffee, then went to the stove and served up a plate of pancakes and bacon, then set it in front of her.

He sat down across the round table from her with his own plate of food.  “So I was thinking of having Craig and Abel over tonight for dinner.  What do you think?”

She pushed the bacon in front of her with her fork.  “Um, maybe not tonight.  I’d like to take a little more time to settle in first.”  She really didn’t think she could cope with having them over yet.

He nodded.  “Maybe Thursday would work better.”

“No, I don’t think so.  It’s a work night and I think it’ll be a stressful week with so many changes in our life right now.  I really need to get my stuff packed up at home and bring it over here.  That’s going to take some time.”

“I’m sure they’d be happy to help.”

She gazed at him.  “I’d rather it be just you and me.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Okay, then Saturday night.”

“Well…”

“Marie, I’m sensing that maybe you don’t like my brothers.”

She gazed into his concerned blue eyes and felt terrible.  She rested her hand on his.  “No, Drake, it’s nothing like that.  I was just hoping we could invite my friend Lori.  I have been so looking forward to her meeting you.”  She squeezed his hand.  “You understand, don’t you?”

He smiled.  “Of course.  Invite her over.  I’d love to meet her.”

She smiled.  “Great.  You’ll love her.”

And she would wangle a little time alone with her friend and once she got a chance to discuss her problem with Lori, she was sure Lori would offer some insight and advice that would help her figure this whole thing out.

“Then we’ll put a priority on having your brothers over.”  She smiled.  “I really want to get to know them.”

And that was the truth.  They were Drake’s family, so they were very important to her.  She wanted to love them just as much as Drake did.

Just not as intimately as her hormones insisted on.

* * *

During her lunch break at work, Marie picked up the phone and dialed Lori.  She’d sent her an email to let her know she’d gotten back all right and to give her their new address and phone number, but she wanted to talk to her in person.

“Hi,” she said when Lori answered the phone.

“Hey, how’s married life?”

Marie smiled.  “Pretty darned good, actually.  I really want you to come and meet Drake.  You’ll love his house—I mean our house.”  She giggled.  “I really have to get used to that.  Anyway, we’d love to have you over for dinner on Saturday.”

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Oh.  How about Sunday then?”

“No, I can’t this weekend.”

“Really?  Are you sure?  I’ve been looking forward to talking to you.  It’s been a pretty exciting time and I want to share it with my best friend.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Well, maybe we can meet for drinks early next week.”

“I don’t know.  It’s pretty busy at work.  I really want to see you, but I can’t really make any definite plans right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

“I’m really do want to hear all about how you met Drake and the wedding.  Did you get my gift?  I mailed it to your apartment.”

“No, not yet, but I’ll check for it when I go over there to pick up my clothes.”

After she hung up, Marie wondered what was going on.  She was disappointed that she couldn’t talk about her problem with her best friend, but even more she was worried that there was something wrong.  Lori didn’t sound like herself and she certainly seemed to be avoiding getting together.

Was she jealous of the fact Marie was married now?  That wasn’t really like Lori, but Marie had heard of other friendships that had faded away after one friend got married.

She really hoped that didn’t happen with her and Lori.

* * *

“I’m really disappointed she can’t come over this weekend,” Marie said over dinner.

Drake nodded sympathetically.  “Hopefully she can come the following weekend.”

Marie pushed the food around her plate.  “I don’t know.  It was like she was avoiding me.”

“I think you’re just being sensitive.  A lot’s changed in your life and you want to share it with your friend, but hers is business as usual and if she’s busy at work she has to deal with it.”  He squeezed her hand.  “It’s the same as you and my brothers.  You have a lot to do to get settled in, and I understand that.  Otherwise I‘d be thinking you were avoiding them.”  He smiled.   “But I know better.”

Guilt washed through her and she stared at her dinner.

“But, since we have Saturday free now, how about I invite them over?”

Her stomach clenched and she pushed her dinner aside.  He frowned and gazed at her.

“What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t keep avoiding his brothers without making him think she didn’t like them, and she really didn’t want him to believe that.  But wouldn’t telling him the real problem be worse?