Authors: Cooper McKenzie
“Cole and Dawson are married to Summer.” The two men raised their hands from where they bracketed their wife. “Evan and Frank will be marrying Autumn on Thanksgiving morning, and Garrett and Hawk belong to Winter. Bridget is the amazing mother of the clan, and her husbands are Thomas and Michael.”
Martin looked around the table then at Anna. “See, I told you I could do it,” he said proudly.
Anna could not help the laugh that escaped. “Yes, dear, you certainly did. I’m sorry I doubted you. What you didn’t say was that Summer is almost five months pregnant and will probably give birth before Christmas, and that Autumn is nearly two months along and they’ll both be having twin boys.”
Martin stared at her in shock. “Did I know Autumn was pregnant?”
“I doubt it, Martin,” Evan said as he and Frank looked at their wife-to-be, “since she hadn’t bothered to tell us about it yet.”
“I didn’t? Oops, my bad.” Autumn giggled as she looked at her men. “Well, I am pregnant.”
The two men cuddled her close, softly asking questions at such a rapid pace she could not begin to answer them all.
“Excuse us, everyone, we’re going to take this conversation home,” she finally said as she pushed from her chair.
Adam, Brock, and Spring began to stack dishes and clear the table as the other Sullivan siblings drifted away. Only Summer and Winter remained behind. They moved to sit across the table from the trio who remained behind.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Winter asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.
“What do you mean?” Anna returned as she pushed her lunch plate away only half eaten.
“I think what the word artist is trying so badly to ask is are you, Dad, and Uncle Robert planning to join us in triad bliss?” Summer asked, putting an elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm.
Chapter 4
Anna’s face burned hotter as she dropped her attention to her lap. At some point during the meal each man dropped the arm closest to her to their lap then moved their hands to rest on her legs. Now they shifted their hands and began running their palms up and down the insides of her thighs.
“And what if we were?” she heard Martin say. He didn’t sound defensive, but rather inquisitive. “Would that upset you kids?”
“Not at all. I think it would be great,” Winter said.
“And, Mom, you did tell us girls that having a second man around was every married woman’s dream,” Summer said with a grin.
“You said that?” Robert asked as his hand ran up until his little finger pressed against the lips covering her clit.
“Uh-huh,” Anna answered as her arousal flamed higher as Martin’s pinkie joined his brother’s pressing into her sex. “Kids, we’re going to have to talk about this later. Right now I’m going upstairs to take a nap.”
With that, she pushed her chair back so the hands teasing her fell away. Without a glance to see whether her men were following, she started back the way she’d come less than half an hour before. As she started up the stairs, she grinned to herself when two more chairs scraped against the floor and she saw her men marching across the main floor after her.
She wished she had time to shower and change into something sexy, but then she remembered she had not brought anything sexy with her. Besides, as horny as Robert had been, whatever she put on would not stay on long. So maybe she should just strip as soon as she reached the room and not worry about it.
* * * *
Martin looked at his brother as they began to climb the steps. “What did she do to you? Earlier, I mean.”
“Best damn blow job I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, yeah. Anna gives head like no one else.”
“I want to play while she’s sucking on you,” Robert said, sounding like he was asking for permission.
By this time, they had reached the third-floor balcony. Instead of immediately walking to the room, Martin stopped and looked at his brother. “If this is to work, we are all equals. Sure there may be times when either you or I or even Anna want to set up a scene, but don’t ever think you have to ask for my permission to give her pleasure.”
Robert nodded. “It’s going to take a little getting used to.”
“For all of us, brother,” Martin said as they began walking again. “Anna has been reading all these books about threesomes, and I’m sure she’s been talking with the girls. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve been talking with Thomas and Michael and getting some pointers on how to deal with the triad life as well. Their biggest piece of advice was that communication is key. When important decisions need to be made, we make them together. We as men lay down the laws and then have to stand together to reinforce them. And when one or the other of us wants to be with Anna alone, the other cannot feel jealous for he may be with her in the next day or so. They also said that we need to put Anna’s needs ahead of our own.”
“Sounds like some very smart thinking. So, shall we go in and talk to our woman first or love her boneless and talk later?”
Martin grinned and raised one eyebrow in response.
Robert chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
* * * *
Not sure what to do with herself as she waited, Anna began to pace. She knew what was expected and was growing more aroused by the thought of sharing herself with two men. Her fear came in that maybe they would decide not to share her. Or that Robert would take one look at her naked body, grab his clothes, and head back to DC.
After all, she was not the same skinny but curvy little thing she was in college. She had had children and matured and, she admitted when looking in department store mirrors, had not stayed in as good a shape as she could have. But she hated to exercise and had been taught from the cradle that ladies don’t sweat, especially in the South, which was almost impossible when the temperatures reached into the nineties and the humidity was forty percent or higher.
She jumped when the door opened suddenly and the two men walked in.
“You’re not naked,” Martin stated, sounding a little disappointed.
Anna felt her lips twist into the smirk that she often gave her husband when he stated the obvious. “I didn’t want to seem presumptuous just in case you guys just wanted to talk.”
“Oh, we’re going to do that, too, but I think we should get comfortable and loosen up first,” Robert said as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Martin followed his brother’s lead, pulling off his shirt at the same time he toed off his dock shoes. In less than a minute, the two men were down to their underwear.
“Anna? What’s wrong, baby?” Robert asked once he saw that she had not disrobed with the same haste that they had.
Not sure how to explain that all of the sudden she was as nervous as she had been on her wedding night, Anna shrugged and turned away. “It’s nothing.”
She gasped silently when a hand grabbed her shoulder and swung her around so she was facing the brothers. The two men studied her silently for nearly a minute.
Finally, Martin smiled and pulled her into his arms. “You are so full of shit, love. What wrong?”
Knowing she could not avoid it, Anna dropped her chin until she was staring at the patch of hair that began at his collarbone. Not looking into Martin’s eyes made sharing her fear easier. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had sex during the day, and Robert has never seen me naked.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t have a thing to worry about,” Robert said as he eased forward until he gently pressed against her back. His hands slipped between her belly and Martin’s as his brother wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Anorexic little model types have never done a thing for me. And you’ve been the ideal that I’ve measured every other woman against. Now how about you let us make you a little more comfortable and we’ll cuddle on the bed until you feel better?”
Anna was surprised at the relief his words gave her. “Okay,” she whispered.
Immediately Robert’s hands slid down to her hips to the hem of her sweater. He then slid them back up under the sweater to the fastening of her pants. As he did, Martin eased back, grabbing the sweater and pulling it up over her head. So many hands touching her, moving her around that Anna had a hard time keeping up with what they were doing as Robert slid her pants down her legs.
She did not fight him when he knelt behind her and lifted first one leg and then the other free of her clogs and the bunched-up material of her pants. Only when he stood and pressed his hot skin against hers did her mind catch up. By then Martin had reached around her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off her as well.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as Martin moved in and pressed close along her front. “That feels wonderful.”
Having the two men take control freed something in her spirit, and she relaxed between them. She wrapped an arm around Martin’s waist then reached behind her and slid the other around Robert’s back, holding the two men and marveling at the arousal that began to build.
As one entity, the three shuffled across the open space to the bed, breaking apart only long enough to crawl into the center of the huge king-size bed. Martin lay on his side facing her while Robert spooned in behind her.
While Robert caressed her skin and kissed his way along her shoulder and licked the back of her neck, Martin kissed her deep and wild, building her arousal even further. The fear that she could not please these men faded into nothingness.
“Tell me what you did to Robert before lunch,” Martin said as he began tracing patterns across her collarbone and down to where the cups of her bra began.
“I opened his jeans and pulled out his erection. Then we kissed. When I tried to French kiss him, he pulled away,” she started, her voice soft and husky. “He said he was too close to coming and didn’t want to mess up my sweater.”
“Really?” Martin’s voice sounded strangled, telling her from long experience that he was highly aroused.
“Yes. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, and he stood in front of me. I licked the head of his…cock, and then began to suck on him.”
“Show me,” Martin said, rolling to his back, then pushed himself up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard.
“You have to stand up beside the bed.”
“No, I’m going to sit here and you’re going to come over here between my legs and show me what you did. Before you do, take off your panties. That way Robert can lick your pussy while you suck on my cock. If you are a very good girl, maybe Robert will even fuck you with that big cock of his. Would you like that?”
Anna recognized the thread of power in Martin’s voice. Though they had tried BDSM games a few years earlier, they found neither of them enjoyed pain. Martin preferred to please her than demand things from her, though he did like to be in charge of their loving. He had even tied her up a couple of times, which they both liked. Mostly he just used a certain tone of voice when he wanted her to do things his way. They also had discovered she had a submissive streak when it came to sex, and willingly let him take the lead, especially in situations such as this.
“Mmmm, I’d like that,” she said, leaning forward and rubbing her lips against Martin’s thigh that was only inches away.
When she tried to move from his arms, Robert tightened his hold. “No need to get up, baby,” he said. He reached down and jerked at the side of her panties, easily tearing the fabric. “Turn over, baby.”
When he loosened his grip on her, Anna rolled over. The submissive side of her soul melted as the two men took command and gave her instructions. She watched the pleasure in his eyes as Robert tore that side of her panties then pulled them from her body and tossed the scrap over his shoulder.
He then patted one ass cheek and said, “Go suck on Martin’s cock.”
Robert moved away as she rolled over and then crawled over her husband’s leg. Martin spread his legs wider as she settled between them with her lips only inches from his erection.
Though curious about where Robert had gone, Anna did not concern herself too much as she settled her arms along the outsides of Martin’s legs. Once she was as comfortable as she could be on elbows and knees, she leaned in and nuzzled her nose back and forth across the base of the erect cock lying before her. Then she used the tip of her nose to draw a line up its length, breathing deeply of the masculine scent she found there. She could not help but smile when his cock twitched and he drew in a sharp breath at her actions. This was not the first time she had caressed him this way, but each time he reacted just as strongly.