Brighid was so embarrassed she wanted to cry and just let the ground open up and swallow her whole. How embarrassing? Her heart pounded inside of her chest. Two men she’d slept with, had a one-night stand with, were at the same place, hanging out with the two newest men she was attracted to. What were the odds? Really? Fucking really? Something like this can only happen to me.
She covered her face and just sat there. There was no place to go. Pat and Tobin knew where she lived, and she and the girls had taken a taxi to get to the place because they couldn’t all fit in her small car and her friends planned on drinking.
She felt the presence of all four large men as they stood around her. They probably hated her, thought she was a slut. She felt so dirty and low. Two men she’d slept with one night as she threw caution to the wind and followed her heart and her body’s attraction to Reece and Rusty. Then there was Tobin and Pat. Oh God, Tobin was going to hate her, and Pat might, too. Then one of them bent down and placed his hand on her knee.
“Look at us, Brighid,” he said, and she uncovered her face and stared at Rusty.
Dark hair, dark eyes, tattoos along his arm and wrist. He looked calm but serious. Her heart raced. He was so good looking. God, and his body? His body was to die for, and now he wore a sexy grin and one damn tight black T-shirt that showed off his muscles big time. She swallowed hard, wanting to smack herself because the sight of him made her breasts swell and her pussy throb. Holy crap, I am a slut. I’m a sex-craved ho.
The tears filled her eyes.
He gave a soft smile. “Damn, baby, we’ve been trying to find you. Now you just shocked the hell out of all of us.”
“It’s not what you think. Well, I mean it is. I mean I met Tobin and Pat. They saved me, and, well, we hit it off. Wait. Did you say you’ve been trying to find me?”
He chuckled and gave her knee another squeeze. She wished he would stop doing that. She couldn’t concentrate. She went to reach up to touch him but then pulled back. She couldn’t do that. Not with Tobin and Pat standing there.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said to her.
“Me? What are you doing here in Treasure Town? How do you know Pat and Tobin?” She glanced up at them. Pat sat down next to her and smiled.
“I mean I just met them a few days ago. I had a flat tire, and then some car nearly ran us over,” she started to explain as if she needed to make them understand that she wasn’t cheating on them, but really, she sort of was in a way only because she felt guilty.
“We’re brothers,” Pat said.
“What?” She stood up, and Rusty and Reece stepped back.
“Oh my God. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. It’s crazy.” She covered her face again and felt as though she was on fire she was so embarrassed.
“Oh God, Oh God, oh God,” she rambled and heard Pat chuckle. Then she felt his arm go around her waist from behind. He pressed up against her, and she tightened up. He kissed her shoulder.
“This shouldn’t be embarrassing. It’s perfect,” Pat said to her.
She pulled from his hold, and Rusty took her hand and brought her close against his chest. He ran his hand along her waist to her lower back as he stared down into her eyes.
“It’s crazy as damn hell but fucking perfect.”
“You were made for us,” Pat said very seriously.
Brighid’s heart was racing, her hands were sweating, and her body was so oversensitive even the feel of Pat’s leg against her thigh was making her feel on fire. She didn’t know how this was going to go down. As she started to wonder what would happen first, who would touch her first, undress her, and fuck her first, she became more aroused and needy.
They were all in the truck, and Tobin had just pulled onto the main road when Rusty turned in his seat.
“I need you so badly it aches,” he said in a deep, rough voice that seemed to significantly affect her body. He grabbed her hips, lifted her up, shoved her skirt to her hips, and pulled her onto his lap. “Fuck slow. I need you.”
She needed him, too, as she pressed her lips to his. She lifted up and felt his hard, large hands move along her bare thighs to her panties. She gripped onto his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair, plunged her tongue into his mouth, savoring his taste, and then jerked as her panties were torn from her body.
A moment later, fingers thrust up into her cunt, and she widened her thighs and began to ride them. Pat was leaning in behind her, thrusting, stroking her cunt as Rusty unbuttoned her blouse. Pat’s thick, hard fingers grazed the crack of her ass as he pulled them from her pussy and stroked over the sensitive spot. Then his fingers plunged back into her cunt as his teeth trailed along her back. Together, they undid the top and even her bra. Rusty released her lips and then pulled her clothing up over her head and tossed it to the side. He cupped her breasts.
“Holy fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous. I love these big tits. I dreamt of them since our first night together.” He opened his mouth, and she watched it descend onto her nipple and breast, where he suckled hard. Her body convulsed, and cream poured from her pussy.
“Fuck, yeah, she’s coming, Rusty, all over my fucking fingers,” Pat said, and Rusty pulled from her breast. Pat pulled his fingers out and trailed them over her ass. He applied a little pressure to her anus, and she gasped and rocked back.
“I need you now. Help me,” he said to her.
She felt Pat’s fingers leave her pussy, and then she began to undo Rusty’s pants with him. As he pushed them down, he lifted his hips and shoved his pants from one leg. Pat pulled her to him and covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. His hand came around her side under her arm and cupped her breast. When he pulled back, he looked so carnal. He licked his fingers.
“You’re fucking delicious.”
He then pressed his fingers to her mouth. She didn’t know how to react, but they had her feeling like some sexual goddess, so she played the part naturally. She held his gaze, slowly moved closer to his wet fingers, and licked her own cream from them.
Rusty grabbed her hips and lifted her up. He gave her a shake, and she focused on him.
“You’re on the pill, right? I mean we didn’t use any protection the first time and you’re good, right?”
“Yes,” she said, and he smiled.
He reached under her, aligned his cock with her pussy, and pushed her down as he thrust up.
“Oh.” She gasped, tilted her head back, and felt his cock push deeper. He lifted her slightly and then shoved back up again until he fully penetrated her cunt.
“Fuck, I missed this pussy, this body. Fuck.”
He grunted, and then they both began to fulfill their needs. With every thrust up and down, she felt her pussy tighten and Rusty’s cock harden. Her breasts bounced up and down, and she used her thigh muscles to lift up and down along with his counter-thrusts. She wanted to feel more of his body and those sexy muscles. As he thrust upward, gripping her hips tightly, she lifted his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
He was so fine her heart skipped a beat. He had tattoos along his arms and one on his wrist. His pectoral muscles contracted and moved with each thrust he made.
“You’re gorgeous,” she said and lowered to lick his skin and then suckle his neck.
He squeezed her ass as he wrapped his arms around her, and they moved at record speed. He pressed her ass cheeks apart, and she felt the cool air against her overly warm body. Her anus clenched with need and the thought that she would have anal sex tonight aroused some deep inner need.
The truck stopped. She heard car doors open and close, and then he was lifting her up and placing her along the empty back seat. Pat had disappeared for a moment, and she looked for him, but Rusty began to thrust harder, faster into her.
He was relentless with his strokes. The leather in the back seat chafed her skin slightly, but she didn’t care. Rusty had a thick, hard cock, and she was coming closer to orgasming once again.
He lifted her thigh higher. Her knee hit the leather seat, and she used it as leverage to get him to fuck her harder.
“Harder, Rusty. I’m almost there. I feel it.”
He rocked faster, deeper. Her hair hung over the seat of the open passenger door. The cool evening air was a sharp contrast to her perspiring skin. She squeezed his arms, tilted her head back, and moaned.
“Rusty, oh God, Rusty, faster, I’m almost there.”