Unexpected Lovers (19 page)

“I love you, Brett.” She turned her head slightly as she felt Ryan’s lips against her shoulder. “I love you, Ryan.”

“I love you so much. You have no idea,” Brett said, before he brushed her lips with his.

“I love you, princess. Now stop talking and start fucking.”

She laughed, but it turned into a hearty groan when both men started to move at the same time. Brett took one nipple between his teeth and bit down, sending electricity zinging straight to her clit and bringing her to the brink in seconds.

“Shall we alternate?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah,” Brett agreed.

Their thrusts changed, alternating between them, Brett pushing into her pussy as Ryan withdrew from her ass. It was incredible.

The feeling of having them both inside her at the same time, both loving her at the same time, had her heart swelling in her chest and tears falling on her cheeks.

Heat rushed up her legs and burst through her pussy, sending cum spilling around Brett’s cock. Within moments of her climax, Ryan pumped into her quickly before he groaned and shuddered. Seconds later, Brett slammed into her pussy several more times, his own climax sending cum deep into her vagina.

Brett buried his nose in her neck, and Ryan kissed her shoulder as they all tried to catch their breath.

“You’re amazing,” Brett murmured.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you have in this position.”

“No, I don’t. I love you, Whit.”

“I know, Brett. I was kidding.”

Ryan slipped out of her back hole and moved to their side. When she rolled off Brett, the emptiness she felt made her frown.

“I think I really need a shower now.”

Ryan waggled his eyebrows. “Mmm…sounds like fun.”

She chuckled, not believing her luck. “Good Lord. You two will keep me busy for a long time to come. It’s a good thing you both have full time jobs, or I wouldn’t be able to walk.”

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Whitney sat sipping orange juice at the dining room table with a silly smile on her lips when her father came downstairs.

“Coffee, Dad?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Coming right up.”

“Where are Brett and Ryan this morning?”

“Work.”

“Ah.” He gave her a knowing look.

“What?”

“I take it by the smile on your face, you made up with them.”

Heat crawled up her neck and fused to her face as she slipped back onto the seat of the chair. “Yeah. You could say that.”

“That would explain the noises I heard.”

“Daddy!”

“I’m kidding, daughter.” He held up his hands in surrender with a laugh. “I didn’t hear anything, I promise.” His face sobered. “I take it you’ll be staying here when I take Laura home.”

“I don’t know. I should go home with you and help, but I want to stay here.”

“I understand, Whitney.”

“I know you do, Dad, but Mom won’t understand, and I don’t know how Laura will feel. I don’t want her to think I’m abandoning her if she needs me.”

“Then talk to your sister.”

“I guess I should.”
How will I explain loving two men to her? I hope she can understand.
“I’ll go to the hospital after I take a shower then. Do you want to stay here or go with me?”

“I’ll go, but I’m going to give you some time alone with her. Don’t worry, honey, she’ll be happy for you. She hated Eric anyway.”

Whitney laughed. “I know. She couldn’t stand him.”

Two hours later, the two of them walked into Laura’s room to find her crying.

“Oh honey,” Whitney said, sitting on the side of the bed with her sister and wrapping her arms around Laura’s shoulders.

“What am I going to do? I can’t go on without Matthew.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like the pain will ever heal, but someday you’ll move on. You’ve got a baby to take care of now, a part of Matt that will be with you forever.”

Laura sniffed and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “How did you get so smart, sis?”

“Believe me, I don’t feel very smart sometimes. Look at the mess I made with Eric.”

Whitney looked over her sister’s head to lock eyes with their father.

“Yeah, but someday you’ll find the perfect guy for you,” Laura replied, tipping her head back.

“That brings me to something I need to talk to you about.”

“I’m going to leave you girls alone a bit to talk,” Aaron said, moving toward the door. “I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to get some coffee.”

“Sure, Dad,” Laura answered with a frown.

Whitney and her father exchanged a knowing look before he disappeared out the door.

“What’s up, Whitney? You’re acting strange.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something. How would you feel if I didn’t go back to L.A. with you and Dad?”

“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you be going to back home with us?”

“Well, honey, I’ve met someone here in Flagstaff.”

“I’m happy for you, sis. If you need to stay here then I understand.”

My sister needs me. I’m being selfish by wanting to stay here.

“You know what? Never mind. I’ll come home with you and help you. You’re going to need it with the baby coming and everything.”

“Are you sure? You know I’d love it if you could. It’s going to be hard going home without Matt.”

Whitney wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders and prayed Brett and Ryan would understand.

* * * *

Whitney sat on the leather couch in Brett’s living room, tears rolling down her face when he walked through the door.

“Aw, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he asked when he pulled her into his arms. She curled up against him and rubbed her nose on his shirt.

“It’s Laura,” she murmured.

“She’s okay, isn’t she?”

She nodded.

“Then what, honey?”

“I went to the hospital to tell her about you, me, and Ryan, but I couldn’t, Brett.”

“Oh.”

Raising her face, their gazes locked, and he brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m proud to be with you two. Really I am, but it’s hard to make people understand how you could love two men. It’s not normal, is it?”

“For most people, no, it’s not, Whit. For us, it works, and that’s what is important.”

“I know.”

Her nose found the crook of his neck, and he had to suck in a ragged breath to keep from burying himself in her warm heat.
Right now she needs me to be the understanding lover, not the overbearing brute after what’s between her legs.

Her lips brushed his neck.

Shit.

The rough pad of her tongue flicked against the skin, and a groan rumbled in his chest.

“Whit,” he murmured. “You’re torturing me, here.”

“Good. Make love to me, Brett.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want your hard length deep inside me.”

Pushing to his feet, he swept her up in his arms and headed for his room. He knew there would times when he would be alone with her and times when Ryan would have her to himself, but up until now, it hadn’t really happened. Yeah, the first time she’d been with either of them, he’d had her for a short time alone, but Ryan had joined them afterward, taking away the cuddle time Brett craved. He’d get it this time. Holding a woman after sex was special to him.

They reached the edge of his bed, and he gently laid her on the spread.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered when he skimmed his fingers across her cheek. He cupped the back of her head and tugged her closer.

“Make love to me.”

“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. Very slowly.”

Cheeks flushing with desire and eyes sparkling like diamonds, her face held him spellbound for a moment as he stared. His woman, his friend, his mate. The love he held in his heart for her encompassed his entire soul. He never thought he’d ever feel this way toward anyone after Corrine, but his feelings for Whitney amazed him beyond anything he could think of. And to share her with Ryan made her all the more special.

One knee pressed into the edge of the mattress as his lips locked with hers and his palm slipped across her breast. He settled over the top of her, chest to breast, and licked her lips.

“Brett, please.”

“We aren’t going to rush this, sweetheart. I want to savor every second with you.”

Skimming his mouth across her cheek, he made his way to her ear and nibbled the lobe with his teeth. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, matching the rapid tempo of his, when he continued his journey down her neck. When the buttons on the front of her blouse were free, he slipped his hand inside and palmed her breast through her bra.

“I love black lace.”

“I know. Why do you think I wore this today?”

“For me?”

She nodded. “And a skimpy little thong.”

“Damn.”

Frown lines settled between her eyebrows. “I missed you so much,” she murmured.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart. You have no idea how hard it was to keep from coming to L.A.”

Her fingers trailed across his face. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For putting you and Ryan through hell the last few weeks. I can’t imagine how you must have felt knowing what we shared, but not being able to tell me.”

“It’s over now. We’re together again. That’s what counts.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, and I plan on showing you just how much for several hours.”

A wicked giggle burst from her lips. “Several hours, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

With a quick flick of his fingers, the front of her bra lay open, giving him free access to the round flesh he craved. One hand skimmed across the nipple of her left breast while he encircled the right one with his tongue. He sucked it between his lips, and she moaned softly as she arched toward his mouth. He slid his hand across her flat stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans and released the button with a twist of his wrist.

“Too many clothes,” he whispered against her skin. Two fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear.

“Definitely.” With a slight shift of her hips, she gave him better access to the treasure he sought.

One finger glanced over her clit, and she whimpered her need as she spread her thighs farther apart. Pleading eyes met his when he shifted above her. “Patience, sweetheart.”