Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) Read online

  Gently, he cupped her cheek. Desire sparked in her gaze, but he’d been trained in body language and unless he missed his mark, Verity wasn’t completely comfortable with this anymore. Innocence seeped off her and he knew she hadn’t been with many men since the two of them.

  His thumb smoothed along her bottom lip and pulled it free of the abuse inflicted by her teeth. Unable to resist, he slid his arm around her waist and drew her close, taking the place Patrick had had when Sim had walked in the door. A soft, pleased sigh escaped her. Her lips parted. Not needing more of an invitation, Sim tipped his head and captured her mouth.

  Verity moaned and her body seemed to melt up into him. Her free fingers curled into his shirt as they kissed. Something inside him shifted, revealing long hidden feelings. He’d missed her.

  “’Bout fucking time you came home,” he growled. “I want to know exactly where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing.”

  “Later,” Patrick murmured. “She only agreed to a weekend.”

  Sim’s head shot up and he glared at Patrick. “What?”

  “She only agreed to a weekend.”

  “I heard that,” he grated. “But why?” He shook his head and turned to her. “Never mind. We’ll discuss that later, too.”

  Without letting her answer, he took her mouth again. The taint of anger lingered in his belly. Suddenly, he understood Patrick’s earlier tension. This needed to be fixed, but he’d take the weekend and go from there—of course, now that Verity was here, he was ready to get what he wanted from Patrick too. It seemed like it had been a lifetime of wanting on his part—wanting Verity and having her missing; wanting Patrick but unable to say anything.

  Sim slid his tongue against hers, and she made a soft sound. Warmth filled him. Her palm skimmed up over his pecs and around his neck. She felt like ambrosia against him. Enflamed with desire, he held her tighter. His cock went ram-rod hard in his jeans. He pressed into her, letting her know just how much he wanted her softness.

  “Yes,” she murmured between kisses.

  “Are you ready for us?” he whispered, palming her small breast. It was firm and so perfect in his hand. The hard nubbin at her peak thrust into his touch. He captured it in his fingers, pulling and rolling the tip while Verity pushed into him, her guttural groans wrapping around his cock.

  Her eyes were fogged by desire as he stood. Patrick rose as well. Together, they grasped the bottom edges of their shirts. She captured that lip between her teeth again and nodded.

  “So beautiful…” she murmured.

  Patrick reached in his pocket. “Are you going to run if I release you?” he teased.

  She lifted her hand and grinned as the cuff clanked on iron. “You’ll have to see.”

  “Brat,” he laughed. “I bet those steps are getting uncomfortable.”

  “Not as uncomfortable as other parts of me. Let me go,” she begged. She shifted and arched her back. “Let me go, and let me at you.”

  Sim’s cock turned as hard as the steel that held Verity. He held out his palm. “Let me,” he told Patrick. “It will be my first time with her in my arms and free since she left.”

  “It feels damn good,” Patrick answered, placing the small key in Sim’s hand. “Be good, honey,” he advised her. “I still like to give spankings.”

  “That doesn’t help. She liked them, remember?” Yeah, she was definitely perfect for them. Sweet. Just kinky enough for both her dominant men.

  Verity laughed and sat up as soon as the cuff was free. Her gaze connected with Sim’s, and slowly, she lifted her arms. Her brow raised and she waited.

  Sim wasn’t dumb. He knew a hint when it smacked him in the face. Quickly, he stripped away the cotton tee. His breath caught at the revealed expanse of her creamy flesh. Before this night was over, he’d kiss every inch of it, including the tiny, square-shaped birthmark just above and to the right of her navel.

  Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the vulnerable juncture of her shoulder and neck. Verity grasped his shoulders, her head tipping back as he sucked at the tender spot. He felt her shiver as it coursed through her. It ignited his attraction into undeniable lust. Gathering her close, he lifted her into his arms. A moment later, he sank onto the plush carpet before the fireplace and covered her with his body.

  “Verity,” he murmured as he kissed his way to her ear. He captured the lobe in his teeth then laved the afflicted spot. “Tell me you want this.”

  “Yes,” she sighed. Her fingers threaded though his hair as she groaned. “And I want you… Both of you.”

  Verity had never felt so right as she did at that moment.

  Patrick kissed the other side of her neck. “You know we still like to share.”

  She nodded, barely able to breathe. She loved the feeling of being between the two men, and they knew it.

  Adjusting his position, Sim hooked his fingers in the top of her bra and pulled down both cups. Verity gasped as the cool air wafted over her exposed nipples. Immediately, Sim covered one taut peak with his mouth, drawing hard and pulling the bud into his heat. Her pussy contracted in yearning at each demanding suck. She cried out as Patrick joined, taking her other nipple. Each man captured a wrist—and she was bound again. Her arms were held above her head in firm grips while their free hands skimmed simultaneously down her torso, the slightly callused skin heightening her arousal as it abraded her flesh.

  They worked in tandem as if they were one. How many times had they done this?

  She pushed away the thought. It didn’t matter. Even an inkling of worry evaporated as Partick’s teeth scraped over her nipple while one of the men flipped open the button on her pants then rasped down the zipper. Together, they slipped their fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. How could something, so sexual and so unfamiliar in recent years, feel like coming home?

  She knew they’d find her pussy wet and needy. Her whole body seemed tight and ready to explode into action, well, more likely reaction. Her nipples seemed to throb beneath their mouths and her muscles contracted, flexing, readying, as small shudders started through her.

  The orgasm swept through her at their first skimming touch over her clit. Unexpected waves of rushing pleasure had her hips thrusting upward, searching for more. Her fingers scrabbled at the floor as they continued to hold her down with their hands and bodies, giving her pleasure without letting her move. She was helpless to contain the wild sensations claiming her as the men owned her, taking what was theirs.

  Heat rushed to her face, while her body continued to quiver from the torrid, unexpected release.

  “Mmm, yeah…just like that,” Patrick murmured. “We want you to have a lot more like that.”

  She closed her eyes, falling in with the sensations spiraling through her body. She loved the bondage…being tied up or held down. She’d often wanted it and it had scared her. Funny how she’d started fantasizing about more. She tugged at her hands, wanting to touch the men, but they held her fast. She’d known they wouldn’t easily let her go.

  “Relax,” Sim instructed.

  “I want to touch you,” she begged.

  “Later.”

  Their hands on her pussy moved forward, deeper, each of them sliding a single large finger through her swollen folds. Her labia spread for them while she moaned at the invasion. She lifted her hips in the hope of enticing them deeper.

  They wouldn’t be hurried.

  Verity bit her lip, a trapped cry echoing through her head at the sensation of two hands on her cunt, two hands circling her wrists, two mouths on her breasts, two muscular legs holding hers open, and two solid male forms pressed to either side of her.

  Finally, the tips of their fingers probed her opening. Slowly—far too slowly to appease the gnawing need in her middle—they each inserted a digit, the two together feeling too tight in her narrow passage. She hadn’t had sex in so long. Both of them pushing inside was almost too much.

  She wouldn’t stop it for anything.

 
Lifting her hips to meet the thrust, she cried out as they reached as far as possible, their knuckles pushing against the puffy lips of her cunt. Holding deep, Patrick released her captured wrist, but before she moved, Sim caught it in his large hand. Patrick reached between them and shoved her pants down past her knees.

  “Better,” Sim murmured as the cool air licked at the inside of her burning thighs. Her knees fell wide, further pressed open by their legs.

  “More,” she begged. She needed hard and fast. The first orgasm had been barely an appetizer to start this feast of delectable pleasure. She needed them to fill her.

  “As you wish, princess,” Patrick murmured.

  The men began a slow, hard-thrusting motion. One reached up and caressed her clit with his thumb while the other stroked the ultra sensitive skin between her cunt and anus.

  Overwhelmed by sensation, she squirmed to get away—yet, it was the last thing she wanted. They wouldn’t let her anyway; they knew her well enough to give her that. Still, she managed to get one wrist free. A moment later, Patrick captured it. The struggle only incensed her arousal; knowing she was utterly safe heightened every desire.

  “Please,” she begged, unsure what she really asked for. Harder drives, more of their touch and their mouths, their cocks? She wanted it all and more.

  Patrick kissed her neck, leaving nipping bites all the way to her ear. “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “I can feel you squeezing our fingers. Mmm…just like that.”

  A thumb—his, she supposed—grazed her clit, and her hips jerked upward.

  “You like that?” he continued then repeated the motion, drawing a strangled groan. “I can tell you do. Your cream is all over my fingers.”

  “Come,” Sim said into her other ear.

  “Scream,” Patrick enjoined. He bent over her chest and grasped her nipple between his teeth, just hard enough to make her gasp but not quite hurt. His tongue whipped over the tip, and lightning slashed through her body. Their fingers shuttled in and out of her as she shook, a massive climax rolling through her, holding, building, smashing through her reserve. Their caresses never let up as her hips lifted from the cushions, and her thready cry mingled with the men’s aroused breathing.

  They kept stimulating her, even while the orgasm receded and a languid heaviness flowed into her limbs. Gentling swells of pleasure drew her towards the next climax she knew would explode deep inside her body. Already it coiled, twisting ever tighter.

  It had always been like this. She wanted more and more and more. It terrified her that one man would never be enough. She’d never be content with one fast fuck and going to sleep. She needed the marathon of drugging climaxes. And she needed this next one…quickly.

  But suddenly, they were gone just as release loomed within her grasp. She blinked up at them. Patrick was removing the rest of his clothes while Sim shifted along her body. He grabbed cushions from the couch and helped her to prop up on them. An approving sigh growled from her as he knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. His damp fingers clasped her knees and he studied the flesh laid bare for him.

  “Don’t make me wait,” she begged, when he lingered. She reached out and slid her fingers through his silky hair, drawing him to her. “Yes…” she gasped as his hot breath bathed her wet folds. His tongue made a long swath from front to back before his lips took her clit. She grabbed the pillows unable to keep from crying out as she lifted into him. He slung his arm across her belly to keep her down.

  Overtaken by heady delight, she cupped her swollen breasts and watched Patrick through a hazy gaze. He stood off to the side, taking in the whole scene.

  She bit her lip, studying him. He was the thing of dreams, the embodiment of every military pin-up guy she’d ever seen. He and Sim both made her mouth water with their impossibly wide shoulders and slim hips. His muscles appeared rock-hard and sculpted as he pushed his pants down his thighs. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps around her. And that other impressive mound… Being up close and personal couldn’t happen too soon.

  She glanced down at Sim to see him pause and stare at Patrick in much the same way she was. Something torrid clenched in her middle. Sim wanted Patrick as much as she did, and it turned her on more than she could have dreamed. Quickly, Sim looked away from the man they both lusted after and caught her eye. He gave her a quick smile and a wink. This was a secret between them. For now. She knew it wouldn’t be too long before Patrick knew Sim’s attraction. The idea of the three-way reciprocal love sent a flood through her. She needed to see them together.

  Before she could think on it any more, Sim parted her folds and leaned over her, drawing his tongue along her crevice once more. Tremors snaked through her. Her head fell back on the cushions, her eyes squeezed shut. So good! This felt so good. Sim’s grip tightened as he licked and thrust into her. The touch, so dominating, reminded her that she’d belonged to these men—and she did again for the weekend. She knew she’d give herself completely over to them until Monday.

  The sensation of fingertips along her jaw brought her gaze back to Patrick. He’d moved to stand over her. His green stare probed her. With a flick downward with his eyes, he directed her attention to his white briefs. The thorny tattoo around his upper arm seemed to stretch as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband. The bulge framed by his fingers was magnificent. It throbbed as he paused. As he pulled away the fabric and pushed the garment down his legs, his thick cock rose from a bed of dark curling hair. She licked her lower lip, looking at the glistening tip and longing for that droplet on her tongue.

  Patrick grasped the shaft at the base and stroked upward. “Want this?”

  Mutely, she nodded. More than anything…

  He gave the length a few more strokes while keeping her gaze, but he didn’t seem bent on touching her. Kneeling, he straddled her and captured her hands, bringing them from her breasts to above her head—he’d always been the one more interested in holding her like this. He inched forward until his cock was right in front of her lips. Verity inhaled deeply of his musky masculine scent mixed with the smell of slightly damp flesh and soap. Though he’d showered, his heady fragrance still came through.

  Holding his gaze, she opened her mouth. Sim pushed two fingers inside her as Patrick slowly fed her his cock. She groaned as they both fucked her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the shaft gliding across her tongue. He sank to her throat, but she couldn’t hope to take him all. She pulled back before she choked then pushed forward again. Carefully, she relaxed her throat muscles, hoping to swallow more of him. It was difficult with her awareness divided. Sim’s ministrations pulled her focus as much as Patrick’s cock. Had she died on the way to Daly and been cast into a sexual nirvana? Could this moment last, replayed over and over?

  She drew hard on Patrick. He’d give her his release before this was over. He moaned, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling ever so gently. With a chuckle, she let up until she reached the head of his shaft. Quickly, she lapped away the droplet there then encompassed his tip with her lips once more. He groaned as she swirled her tongue along the pinnacle of his cock, flicking at the sensitive spot just beneath the crown. Though he held her hair with one hand and her wrists with the other while Sim held down her lower half, the pleasure she gave him filled her with exquisite power.

  Sim pinched her clit, and she cried out around Patrick’s shaft. Sim’s tongue flicked across her folds while his fingers plunged into her. Ribbons of erotic bliss twisted through her as Sim filled her, but she wanted Patrick fully pleasured, too.

  Rolling her eyes upward, she studied his face. Eyes closed and lips parted from the sensations running through him, he guided her forward and back on his cock. Her tongue stroked along the thick veins in his arousal, tasting every bit of the rigid length. Twisting free a hand, she reached for his balls. He growled his approval as she cupped the full sac.

  Suddenly, another hand joined hers as she fondled Patrick. Sim. She laughed around Patrick’s cock. Her oth
er man was ready to stake a claim. Delighted at Sim’s action, she let her fingers slip away.

  “Fuck,” Patrick swore. He surged deep in her mouth. Hot seed spewed into her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she struggled not to moan as Sim redoubled his efforts at her cunt. His fingers pounded in and out. He curled them into her g-spot, sending pleasurable shocks through her.

  Patrick pulled free his semi-erect cock as a shattering climax ripped through her. Her scream echoed off the bricks surrounding them, momentarily drowning out the pounding of the rain on the skylight. Then a buzz filled her hearing, muffling everything as a second wave jolted over her.

  Patrick reached down and twisted her nipples, heightening the sensations that sizzled down her limbs. Sim lapped frantically at her cream, only drawing more and more. Her fingers fisted into the cushions as she shook.

  Finally, gasping for breath, she sank backward and sprawled without a care for ladylike grace or propriety. How had she neglected this for so long?

  Before she had time to consider, Patrick twisted to glare over his shoulder at Sim who sat back on his heels and out of immediate reach.

  “What the hell, man?” Patrick exclaimed.

  Sim lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “What? You didn’t like it?”

  Though her view of Patrick was in profile, she saw his forehead crease in a scowl, but he didn’t answer—unless one counted the low growl from deep in his throat a reply. Rising, he scooped her up and headed toward the back of the ranch-style house. She kicked off her shoes, socks and the clothing that had remained bunched about her ankles. From the look on Patrick’s face, she wouldn’t be needing the garments any time soon.

  It amazed her how easily she’d fallen into this. Despite the abnormal circumstances and the way Patrick had manhandled her over here, she felt safe and completely at ease.

  She should have remembered Patrick’s determination. He’d always surged forward like lightning, tackling everything headfirst, without hesitation. If she’d known he was here, she might not have come back to Daly. The prospect of being the three in their threesome still scared her. She’d fought too hard for her life. She wouldn’t exist for only sex and procreation—well, beyond this weekend. The sex was mighty fine right now.