A Bride for Two Mavericks (23 page)

“Yes, ma’am.” Silas obliged as he kneeled above her, his azure eyes filled with adoration and hunger.

“Don’t even begin to think this is over, darlin’. This was just the beginning.” Max was clearly trying to sound tough, but his raging cock revealed the need inside him. Her tongue took a swipe at his gorgeous prick, a taste she couldn’t resist as it glistened with a drop of cum. His eyes nearly rolled back with pleasure as he lay down and pulled her hips over his.

“Take it, Audrey. Take what’s yours,” he said, grabbing her hand and forcing it onto his massive erection. Without a moment’s hesitation, she firmly held him in place as she enveloped him inch by inch. After the initial shock of their union, she slowly began to pulse up and down around him, the sensation immediately causing both of them to moan with pleasure at the perfection of their union.

Just as she had begun to lose herself to the moment, Silas silently closed in on her backside. He turned her face towards his and kissed her tenderly as she continued to rock up and down in rhythm with Max.

“I’m ready,” she whispered to him as she felt him against the tender crevice of her ass. He groaned the moment he heard the words, and reached for the tin beside the bed filled with the slick stuff that eased his entrance.

Silas hesitated for a brief moment, smoothing both hands over her backside after he’d prepared his enormous cock for what was yet to come.

“Please,” she heard herself beg softly as he tortured her with the wait. Without pausing one second more, he entered her fully, the sensation causing all three of them to simultaneously groan with the ecstasy of the moment.

She fell forwards against Max’s chest, the pleasure immediately enveloping every one of her senses. Silas firmly held her around the waist as the men developed a building pace, each thrust building on the last as Audrey began to lose control of herself.

The heat of their bodies moving in perfect cadence pushed her over the edge of what her body could handle. “I can’t take it anymore,” she screamed.

“Come for us, darlin’,” Max roared as she felt him on the verge of his own climax.

“No,” she moaned insistently. “I never want this to end.” She tried her damnedest to put off the waves of pleasure tumbling through every part of her, but she knew it was impossible to wait. The humming escalated inside Audrey until it broke over her in a burst of sheer ecstasy, the forceful rush of her orgasm consuming her body in relentless swells.

As she came, both men seemed to lose themselves in the overwhelming power of the moment, Silas and Max immediately letting go of all control as Audrey’s body shivered over and over again with pleasure. Just as the waves of sensation had begun to slow, the feeling of both her lovers’ cocks on the verge of explosion caused her body to erupt all over again.

“Oh, fuck,” Max managed to utter as she felt him detonate deep inside of her. Silas merely groaned, the words clearly escaping him as he let his body fall over Audrey’s. Implanted deep inside of her, she felt every inch of him let go, the feeling of their synchronized orgasms proving too much for even this workhorse of a man.

The three of them writhed in the perfection of the moment, their burning bodies breathlessly attempting to recover from the wild experience they had just shared. After several more silent, peaceful minutes, the lovers disentangled themselves, Max and Silas flanking Audrey in the massive bed.

“I don’t want this night to be over,” she murmured as both men wrapped their arms around her.

“It doesn’t have to be, baby,” Silas said as he brushed her hair away from her eyes.

“Oh, really, Silas Abrams. And what should we do with the rest of the evening, then?”

Max chimed in then, clearly trying to gather his courage to say something. “We’ve been doing some planning, Audrey. We wanted it to be a surprise, but this time we thought we’d ask your permission first. Will you come to New Orleans and elope with us?”

She was speechless, her heart pounding as the realization of it all washed over her.

“We’ve already booked the hotel and made all the arrangements,” Silas added. “All you have to do is pack a bag.”

“What are we waiting for, then? It appears I have a lot of packing to do.”

The three of them grinned at one another as they leaped out of bed, eager to prepare for the memorable journey ahead.

“I love you both so much,” Audrey said quietly as the three of them looked at each other, their naked bodies still recovering from the pleasure of the night. Each man took turns embracing her, the love for her radiating in their eyes.

“I can’t wait for you to be our wife, baby,” Silas said as he kissed her on the forehead.

“I won’t wait for you to be our wife,” Max teased as he gave her a firm tap on the ass. “Now start packing so we get to New Orleans by day break!”

She smiled to herself as she planned her impromptu wardrobe for all the unknown adventures ahead. Life would never be boring with these two, that was for damn sure. She couldn’t wait to get started on spending the rest of their lives together.

Epilogue

Audrey opened her eyes as they finally untied the blindfold and let her take in the scene. She had already smelled the ocean air and heard the gulls as they emerged from Silas’ plane. She immediately soaked in the warmth of the sun hitting her bare shoulders as they walked down an unfamiliar street in a place she couldn’t recognize.

The flight was the longest the three of them had taken together, lasting several hours after they departed New Orleans. Despite the engine sounds, she had immediately fallen asleep after taking off, the dull roar of the machine in flight lulling her into a peaceful rest. As they emerged from the plane, she attempted to gain her bearings after the long journey, but was unable to figure anything out without her sense of sight. As they continued walking in silence, all she could gather was their proximity to the sea.

When she was finally freed of the dark mask, the blinding azure blue of the water all around her filled her vision.

“Where are we? I must know!”

“We’re in Miami, darlin’,” Max finally said as they approached a long dock.

Standing in front of her were a line of the most elaborate yachts she had ever seen, the most handsome of which stood right in front of her. Clearly embossed on the side of the fine ship was its name—the
SS Rousseau.

“We thought now that you’re an Abrams we’d give you something to honor your maiden name,” Silas joked as she gazed at the beautiful vessel.

“Who said I was taking your name? Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I have to,” Audrey teased in response.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” Max replied. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s…” Audrey was at a loss for words. It was all too wild to comprehend. “It’s too much. You bought this for me?”

“We started designing it three years ago as a distraction to the pain we were both feeling. It took this long to build it, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect,” Silas explained. “We’ve been wanting this for a long time, and this was the best possible reason to finally finish it. So what do you say we take our honeymoon to Havana?”

“Havana? Really? I’ve heard so much about it.”

“It’s wild, Audrey,” Silas replied. “You’ll love it. It’s like paradise on earth. The sand is made of crushed diamonds, the water is pure aquamarine…”

Both brothers helped her step aboard the luxurious ship, immediately eager to give her a tour of their unique creation. Max showcased the interior of his design proudly, explaining each detail and space.

“It feels just like home,” Audrey said as they entered the elaborate yet comfortable dining room.

They wandered from room to room, through several lounges filled with lavish areas for rest and relaxation, a music room complete with a grand piano, and a room just for playing cards.

“Soon, once you’re fully settled in Male Order, we’ll bring the boat back to Galveston and have a group of our friends and family on here.
Rousseau
can accommodate twenty guests onboard if we like. Although we might want to keep this a secret from everyone in town until we get nice and comfortable here.”

She looked at Max for a long moment, imagining all the future had in store for the three of them.

“The children are going to love it,” he added quietly. She blushed deeply, the future’s possibility seeming endlessly filled with promise.

“Audrey, I want to show you something,” Silas said as they reemerged onto the deck by the elaborate swimming pool. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bow of the ship and up a ladder into the control room.

“The
SS Rousseau
can reach a speed of fifteen knots with her quadruple steam expansion engine, but it’s almost silent too, once she’s out on the water. It’s a modern feat I’ve been trying to achieve for years.”

He continued giving her a tour of the seemingly endless knobs and dials until he looked up at her and smiled. “Is this interesting to you? I’m sorry. I just can’t believe all of this is real.”

“You mean the yacht? Or…”

“The yacht, sure. But I meant us. I meant you,” he replied, playfully pushing her backwards onto a control panel and kissing her roughly.

“It’s all real, Mr. Abrams. I will love you always, as long as you promise never to tear another article of my clothing again. Then you know you’ll be in trouble,” she said as she pushed his hands away from fingering the buttons of her dress.

“That sounds like a dare, Mrs. Abrams.”

Max stuck his head in the entranceway of the room and joined them as Silas prepared the ship for departure.

“What am I missing in here, you two?” he inquired as he stepped towards Audrey and pulled her petite frame into his arms.

“We’re nearly ready to leave shore. Is everything ready, Max?” Silas asked as he finished his preparations.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life,” Max quietly responded as he lifted her mouth to meet his lips.

As the ship pulled away from the dock, Audrey opened the glass doors at the front of the control room and stood at the edge of the bow on its tiny, open air upper deck. She took in a deep breath, the ocean breeze filling her lungs as the land disappeared behind them.

Silas called to her as she closed her eyes, letting the sun pour through her.

“Mrs. Abrams, it’s time for you to take the wheel.”

“Gladly,” she replied. She stepped inside, two sets of eyes intensely watching her as she grabbed the reins of their ship and steered them on the proper course.

“Next stop, paradise,” Silas said with a grin as both men stood by her, taking in the sight of nothing but clear waters ahead.

THE END