by Shayla Black
Jesus. He was getting carried away. Letting his desire move far too quickly.
They’d only just convinced Brooklyn to join them in their bed. And now, a few hours later, he’d already moved twenty spaces ahead in the game of Life, ready for marriage and kids and ’til death do us part.
He tried to settle his thoughts, but the image of Brooklyn carrying his baby took root and he glanced at Logan. Logan gave him a rueful, somewhat worried smile and Elijah realized their thoughts were clearly traveling a similar path.
Brooklyn was theirs. Their secretary, their lover, and God willing, their wife and mother of their children.
All they had to do was convince her to stay with them. And not just for one night, but forever.
She wiggled her ass impatiently, managing to distract him. She might have started the night an innocent, but she was a quick study.
Elijah had always considered himself a dominant lover, the type to take charge, to control what happened in the bedroom.
He didn’t have a doubt that Brooklyn would constantly challenge him for that position. She was already making demands and damn if he wouldn’t do anything to please her. The expression wrapped around her little finger flashed through his brain and he grinned.
God help him and Logan if Brooklyn ever gave them a daughter.
“Elijah,” she said. “Fuck me.”
A few hours ago, she was blushing and trying to hide her breasts. Now…now she was giving them everything he’d always suspected hovered just beneath the surface.
He tightened his hold on her hips, then gave in to what he wanted. What she wanted.
He pounded inside her tight pussy, taking her hard. She brought out the beast in him, but it appeared he had the same effect on her.
Logan’s sudden intake of breath captured Elijah’s attention and he realized their little wildcat had sunk her teeth into his best friend’s chest. Logan cupped her cheek, held her against him.
“Do that again,” Logan demanded. “Leave your mark on me, baby. Just like Elijah and I are going to leave ours on you.”
Elijah thrust in a dozen or so more times before withdrawing completely, placing four firm slaps on her ass when she snarled and reached back for him, demanding he finish what he’d started.
He wouldn’t let this night end so quickly. He was determined to draw it out until the dawn. And then, even longer.
He was fully aware of the fact that Brooklyn had been on the verge of a second orgasm when he pulled out and she did not like being forced to wait for it.
When it became apparent she couldn’t drag him back inside her, the little minx shifted, trying to sink herself down on Logan.
Elijah grasped her hips firmly, holding her in place as Logan pinched her nipple, then bit her shoulder.
“Slow down, baby,” he murmured. “We’ve got all night.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she whined.
Elijah slapped her ass again. Just once. Hard enough to capture her full attention.
“Logan took your virginity one way,” Elijah said. “Now I’m taking the other.”
Brooklyn settled down instantly, then licked her lips, though he couldn’t tell if it was nerves or desire driving that response.
Logan shifted, opening the nightstand drawer and grabbing a tube of lubrication, then he moved out from under her, placing her upper body on the mattress. “Keep your head on the pillow and that cute ass up.”
She shifted into position without hesitation as he and Elijah knelt behind her.
Logan uncapped the lube, squeezing some into her ass as she wiggled and groaned.
Elijah slapped her again. “Hold still.”
“Please don’t ask that. I’m too close,” she confessed.
Elijah knew that. He’d actually planned it that way. She was riding the razor’s edge, her body demanding satisfaction. He hoped that would help distract her from any discomfort.
The more they explored together, the more he could see Brooklyn’s need for a rougher touch. She liked her pleasure mingled with pain. It was yet another way she was perfect for them.
But anal sex wasn’t something that could be rushed.
He pressed one finger inside her anus, using the lubrication to ease his way. He pushed it in and out several times, letting her become accustomed to it before stretching her more by adding a second and then a third finger.
He and Logan weren’t small men, but Brooklyn wasn’t shying away from them, wasn’t intimidated by their girth and length.
Once she started pushing back against his three fingers, he knew she was ready for him.
He pulled his hand out and spread more lube over his dick, coating the condom. He never wanted to do anything that hurt her more than she could endure.
One night—not tonight—he and Logan would take her together, claiming her pussy and ass at the same time. That was their favorite position, their favorite way to share their lovers. But he had to initiate her to anal sex first, had to take care to make sure she loved it as much as they did.
Sliding in slowly, he felt the moment Brooklyn sighed with pleasure, her body softening. He set a steady, easy pace.
Logan lay down next to her, looking up at her as she remained on her hands and knees. His partner reached out to stroke her clit. One touch and she came.
Brooklyn was so responsive, so in tune with them, their desires, their needs.
They were never letting her go.
Elijah held his breath for a moment and let her ride out the storm. Then he let go as well. Half a dozen thrusts later, he was there, coming so hard his teeth rattled.
Brooklyn fell facedown onto the mattress, as he rose and walked to the bathroom to clean up.
When he returned, he brought a warm, wet washcloth that he ran over her body, along her slit. Brooklyn’s legs parted for his ministrations, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes.
Logan grinned at him. “Sleeping beauty,” he murmured.
“I’m not asleep,” Brooklyn said, her voice hoarse from so many screams, so many cries. “I just OD’ed. On orgasms.”
Elijah chuckled. “Didn’t realize that was possible.”
“With you two?” she said, cracking one eye open the tiniest bit. “Not sure how anyone has ever survived. That was… There isn’t a word to describe it.”
She was right. There wasn’t.
Elijah placed the washcloth on the nightstand and lay on his back next to her, reaching out to take her hand. Logan shifted to lie on his side, his hand lightly resting on Brooklyn’s bare stomach.
Brooklyn released a long, relaxed sigh. “I could stay like this forever.”
Logan placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “So could I.”
“Forever won’t be that hard to achieve,” Elijah said.
Brooklyn and Logan both looked at him.
“All we have to do is make sure we’re all three together in bed every New Year’s Eve at midnight and let the magic take its course.”
Brooklyn laughed. “It’s a date.”
Epilogue
Brooklyn sat in the corner booth at Pat’s Pub with Darcy, listening to the band play. It was New Year’s Eve again, and as she sat with her friend, she was amazed by the difference one year could make. Her theory about the magic of this night had proven to be true.
Last year at midnight, she was wrapped up in the arms of her lovers, a place she hadn’t left in 364 days. She and her sexy boss-husbands had given new meaning to the concept of sexual exploration, indulging every fantasy their kinky minds could conjure. There were very few positions—if any—they hadn’t tried.
“Here’s to the New Year,” Darcy said, lifting her margarita.
Brooklyn followed suit, pretending to take a sip. If she’d turned down the offer of a drink, Darcy would have instantly known she was pregnant. Brooklyn had only just found out herself today for sure and she wanted to tell Elijah and Logan first.
Not that either of them would be surprised or disappointed. She�
��d planned to make an appointment to see a doctor and go on birth control in January, but Elijah and Logan had gotten out of bed on New Year’s Day, impulsively booked flights, and whisked her away for three weeks in Paris. Somewhere in the midst of the trip, they had professed their love for her and proposed.
It had been a whirlwind romance, but when Brooklyn considered it, it didn’t feel rushed. After all, they’d gotten to know each other during her first two years of employment. The three of them had become friends first, so that when they finally took a chance and embraced the possibility of more, the relationship just fell into place, perfectly, quickly.
She’d accepted their marriage proposal, she and Elijah eloping on Valentine’s Day the legal way, just a few hours before she and Logan pledged their love to each other privately. After that, condoms went away as both men wanted to be fathers—to quote Logan, before they were too old to pick the kids up. Not that thirty-five was all that old, but like Brooklyn, her husbands longed for a large family as well. Elijah claimed he wanted at least three, while Logan insisted they shouldn’t stop until they had enough for their own football team. Brooklyn always sided with Elijah in that debate.
Regardless, she’d snuck a pregnancy test this morning, delighted when it came back positive. Then she made her plans for New Year’s Eve. Tonight, at midnight, she planned to be in bed once more between her gorgeous husbands, the fathers of her baby.
Brooklyn slipped her hand beneath the table and rubbed her stomach, thrilled by the tiny life inside her.
“Ladies.”
Brooklyn glanced up as Elijah and Logan approached the table. Logan bent over and gave her a kiss that had Darcy rolling her eyes.
“How long is this honeymoon going to last?” she teased.
“Forever,” Brooklyn responded.
“And that’s my cue,” Darcy said, standing up instantly. Her best friend was one of the few people in the world who knew the truth of Brooklyn’s relationship with Elijah and Logan. Darcy actually had two uncles who were living in committed ménages with their partners and had for years. She had been completely supportive of Brooklyn’s “secret” marriage to two men.
“What?” Brooklyn laughed. “I think we can control ourselves while we’re here.”
Darcy raised one eyebrow. She was Brooklyn’s confidante, the person she told everything, so, of course, they’d spent countless girls’ nights out, gabbing about Brooklyn’s escapades with her new husbands.
“Stay and have a drink with us,” Elijah said.
“Nope. I think Brooklyn needs the two of you to herself.”
Brooklyn was puzzled by that until Darcy picked up her own empty margarita glass and Brooklyn’s full one. She took a long drink of Brooklyn’s margarita, then winked at her. “Call me tomorrow, Brooklyn. We need to talk.”
Brooklyn giggled and nodded. “I promise.” So much for her poker face. Her best friend could read her like a book.
She’d claimed a circular booth in the corner, so both men slid in, sandwiching her between them, just as they had every night since last year.
After they’d returned from the Paris trip, Brooklyn and Logan had given up the leases on their places and moved into Elijah’s house. They’d begun talking over the Christmas holiday about possibly buying a larger house, something Brooklyn suspected her husbands would want to move the timeline up on considering they were starting their family.
Elijah gave her a kiss on the cheek. “How much of a head start on this evening’s party do you have?”
She laughed. She had left home exactly one hour earlier, so that she could steal an hour with Darcy to celebrate the holiday. “None.”
Logan gave her a curious look, but Elijah’s was more speculative, knowing. Not that Brooklyn was surprised. There was very little she could ever get by her husbands.
“None?” Elijah repeated.
“I’ve been thinking about our plans for tonight,” she dodged. “Trying to make sure we’re in exactly the right place at midnight so we set up our year perfectly.”
Logan chuckled. “You and that damn midnight magic. I vote for a repeat of last year. Elijah and I buried deep inside you while you scream our names and tell us we’re the world’s greatest lovers.”
Brooklyn rolled her eyes. “Funny, I don’t recall ever saying that last part,” she teased.
Logan reached under the table and squeezed her leg playfully. “It’s inferred.”
“Is it?”
Logan squeezed her knee. “For someone who claims to suck at this holiday, I think you’re actually pretty good at it.”
Elijah cupped her face, turning her head to look at him. The man was impossible to distract. “Why aren’t you drinking?”
His question and the tone of his voice caught Logan’s attention.
Brooklyn smiled and shrugged. “I don’t need alcohol. When I’m with you, I’m light-headed enough.”
“Try again,” Elijah said. He was adopting a stern voice that might have carried some sort of weight if the ends of his mouth weren’t tipping up in a smile.
“What are you guys doing late August/early September this year?”
Logan’s mouth dropped open. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He didn’t wait for her to reply, but turned to Elijah instead. “Is she…telling us…”
“I was going to give these to you at midnight, but you’re the most impatient men on the planet.” She reached into her purse and pulled out two small packages.
Elijah and Logan unwrapped them, each pulling out one baby booty—one pink and one blue since she didn’t have a clue if she was having a boy or a girl yet.
Logan hooted loudly, drawing the attention of every person at the tables surrounding them, before grasping her cheeks in his hands and giving her the kiss of the century. No doubt the other patrons assumed they were celebrating the New Year early.
Elijah’s joy was quieter, more contained. “Brooklyn,” he said, the huskiness of his voice telling her just how much her news was affecting him. He took her hands in his. “This is the greatest gift any man could ever ask for.”
“So you’re happy?” She’d never questioned they’d be delighted, but she wasn’t sure she’d expected the depths of his joy.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “You are beautiful, perfect.”
“Ours,” Logan said, reminding her of the three of them sitting in this pub last year, the two of them making the same proclamation.
“Mine,” she corrected, fighting back tears when Elijah’s hand dropped to her stomach, touching her, his eyes filled with wonder.
“Change of plans. We’re leaving,” Elijah said.
They’d planned on ringing in the New Year here at the pub, taking in the fireworks at the waterfront, even though Logan had tried to change their mind earlier, insisting they would never make it to midnight.
Logan grinned widely. “So we’re doing my plan? Magic at midnight?”
Brooklyn laughed. “Wicked at midnight.”
“Wild at midnight,” Logan added.
“Are you two finished?” Elijah asked, clearly amused by their antics.
They both nodded.
“Good. Let’s go home.”
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sp; The woman in his bedroom closet gasped and swung around, his red tie pressed against her chest. Her eyes—the stunning blue of a topaz—were wide open, and her mouth was parted in shock. For a moment, he could do nothing but stare. Her full, kissable lips were painted red. Red? No. It wasn’t red. More like scarlet, the color of temptation.
He had an instant response to the sweet, spring-like scent of her, until—
Jesus.
“Lizzie?” Braden blinked. It took him a moment to place her. He knew her, but at first he hadn’t recognized her at all.
For most of his life, Elizabeth Ryan had been a fixture in his house. She was the daughter of his housekeeper—the much younger, off-fucking-limits daughter of his housekeeper, he mentally amended.
A few years ago, she’d gone away to college, and he hadn’t seen her since.
But now, she was back, more beautiful than ever, standing in his closet, near shelving that held his shoes and winter sweaters.
“Braden.” She remained in place, as if shock had momentarily paralyzed her. “I…”
While he waited for her to go on, he swept his gaze over her. In the past four years, she’d changed considerably. Her cheekbones were more pronounced. Her curves were fuller, enticing. But still, even in heels, she wouldn’t reach his chin.
She cleared her throat and tried again. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Obviously.” It wasn’t often that he escaped the office to come home in the middle of the day, but if he were guaranteed to find her in his bedroom, that might change. Shit. What the hell was he thinking? This was Lizzie he was lusting over. He shook his head to get rid of the outrageous thought. “Care to explain yourself?”
“My mom recruited me to help her out. You know, for tomorrow’s party. There’s a lot to be done still, and she needs the help.”
Braden nodded. Lucky him, this weekend he was hosting his grandparents’ seventieth anniversary party. A year ago, his mother had announced the event would be held here, at his house. Her royal decree hadn’t surprised him. His grandparents had built the River Oaks mansion in Houston in the 1950s, with an eye toward entertaining.