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  Connor climbed up the bed, dropping a kiss on her lips. Her essence coated the front of his face.

  “What happens now?” she asked.

  He smiled down at her, the bad boy in him coming through.

  “Jake is going to fuck you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Connor wiped a hand across his face and licked his fingers. She was a fucking tasty woman. He stood at the side of the bed as Jake climbed between her legs. This is what he loved. He loved to watch his friends take pleasure in a woman. Zoe had her eyes on Jake as if he was the only guy in the room.

  Did she not realise she held a connection with all three? Connor knew the other two were worried about his feelings for her. He also knew they felt left out with how Connor and Zoe had bonded. There was a bond between them, but not one his friends should be frightened of. They shared a mutual bond of pain and fear. Each had their own cause. With time he imagined them sharing that fear. Not too soon.

  For now, he wanted to watch his friend drive his cock inside her cunt. Brent looked tired from the head she’d given him. Connor watched him kiss her lips as Jake very slowly eased inside her body. Her pussy was tight, and he’d done everything he could to soften her up for all three of them.

  They knew Connor would go last. His size and width meant a woman needed to reach climax a few times. He didn’t want to hurt Zoe, especially not on their first time.

  He needed her far more than she realised. There were times he felt like a drowning man. Most of the time, he let himself go under the surface of the water. The moment he met Zoe, he’d known she was his safety ring. The lifesaver he’d never had in all of his adult life. The sex and the risks he’d taken along the way had brought him to this point.

  Her eyes closed as with the final push Jake was inside her tight heat. His cock pulsed. Connor fisted his shaft easing the liquid over the head of his cock.

  His time would come with her, and when it did, he would possess every single inch of her.

  *****

  Her cunt was tight and so fucking sweet. Jake stared down at her feeling the stares from his two friends. Their stares sent a prickle of awareness over his body. He loved them watching. For years he’d gotten off being watched. His friends and a woman filled all of his darkest fantasies.

  Zoe was his, and in a few short hours they would all own her. There was no way she was leaving Law Castle. He’d lock her up and throw away the key before he gave her that chance. Her pussy tightened around him.

  He ran his hands over her body feeling every curve and indentation. She was a full woman who could take the pounding he was about to give her. Jake knew by the end of the night she’d be unable to move for the rest of the day.

  From the look of Brent, he would be ready as soon as Jake finished. He smiled, staring down at her.

  “Why have you stopped?” she asked. Her eyes were huge and her pupils dilated. She was as far gone as all of them.

  Did she have any idea what being with them in this room symbolised? He knew the answer to that. She didn’t have a fucking clue, and for now that was what he wanted her to believe.

  “I’m giving you a chance to get used to me.” He smiled down at her, seeing the bewilderment in her eyes.

  “I’m ready.” Her fingers went to his buttocks. He felt her nails sink into the flesh of his ass.

  “You’re a feisty one,” he said.

  “No, I want you to fuck me.”

  He glanced over at Connor. The other man nodded. Jake wanted to know if she’d be ready for him to fuck her hard.

  Jake pulled out of her tightness and saw his cock glistening with her juice. Fuck, she was tight, wet, and soft. All the combinations he liked in his women.

  He made sure he went slowly, drawing it out. She glared at him. Jake waited making sure she was unprepared for his next move. Zoe looked ready to cancel their moment. She wanted a hard fuck, and he would give her a hard fuck. Jake held her hips in his hands, and with all of his strength, he pulled her down as he slammed inside her. Hard. The sound of flesh slapping together was a dream to him.

  Zoe cried out. Jake didn’t let up. He let six months of need and frustration go as he fucked her, not giving her a chance to move away.

  Her hands clawed at the sheet as Jake watched his cock appear and disappear inside her body. It was like playing an erotic version of peek-a-boo.

  “You ... feel ... so ... fucking ... good,” Jake said, pounding inside her with each word. Her moans turned to whimpers as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock. Her release came, and he pulled out of her. His cock was soaking wet and the tip leaking copious amounts of cum. Jake hadn’t climaxed.

  She stared up at him dazed. He moved her onto her knees staring at her full ass. Her tight little asshole called to him. Jake ignored it. Fucking her ass was not on the agenda tonight.

  Soon. He’d have her ass, soon.

  He ran his hands over her ass feeling the plump weight of her. Her hips were full and rounded. Her waist looked smaller compared to the shape of the rest of her body, curved in and natural. Jake placed his hands on her waist and pulled, feeling her voluptuous hips keep his hands in the same place.

  His cock stood out in front of him.

  Jake grabbed the length in his fist and pressed the head to her gaping pussy. She looked red, swollen, and beautiful.

  From this angle he watched his cock sink inside her cunt. He wished he could film the moment. She felt so fucking good. He wanted to cum inside her. Fuck. His mind and heart were all over the place.

  One night would never be enough. He’d never felt like this with another woman. Jake wanted this feeling to last, but the insecurity of the moment made him feel it wouldn’t.

  Shit, get a grip.

  Slamming his shaft inside her, Jake pushed all the thoughts to the back of his mind. His doubts could wait.

  With his hands on her hips, Jake pounded inside her watching her ass and his cock move with each thrust.

  His own climax was close. The feel of her under him and watching her take his dick was better than any scenario he’d thought out. She thrust against him, taking more and accepting everything he gave her.

  Jake thrust inside her one final time and exploded. His cock jerked inside, and his semen shot inside her body.

  He didn’t give a thought to protection. And he didn’t care.

  ****

  Brent watched Jake climax. He knew his friend had forgotten a condom. They had been waiting for Zoe for a lifetime. Were they jerks for not using a rubber? He guessed they were. He was debating grabbing one when Jake pulled out of her. Zoe lay on the bed, her body moving with each of her indrawn breaths. She smiled up at Jake. For a second, Brent watched the two. Zoe stroked Jake’s face with a loving smile on her own. He wanted her to stare at him like that. She looked so beautiful with her hair wild and her body naked.

  “You’re amazing,” Jake said.

  “No, you’re amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  She looked so open and vulnerable. It tore at his heart at the thought of her closing down on them again.

  Jake rubbed his nose against hers, which made her giggle. The sound seemed strange coming from Zoe. He’d never heard her giggle.

  Connor tapped him on the back. “It’s your turn. Go and make her yours, Brent.” He stared at the couple as Jake got off the bed and took a seat in the corner. They’d put three chairs in the room so they could watch or take a breather. At the time of designing the room it had seemed pretty impersonal to Brent. Now, he saw the intimacy in the design of the room. Connor was the youngest of all three of them, and yet, moments like these, it felt like he was the one in charge of everything.

  Brent sat down at the head of the bed. Zoe rolled over and stared at him. He didn’t say anything. He simply admired the slope of her back and the swing of her tits as she climbed up the bed.

  “Do you want me, Brent?” she asked.

  His cock stood up, hard and proud from his lap. “I want
you, Zoe. Do you want me?”

  She climbed over his legs until she straddled his pelvis. Her pussy rubbed against his cock.

  Zoe wrapped her arms around him pressing her body to his.

  “I think you know the answer to that.”

  He stroked her face, smoothing the hair off her shoulder. The rest of the room melted away. Brent forgot about Connor and Jake. He only saw Zoe. Her scent teased his nostrils. The smell of vanilla and honey. Two smells he loved the most.

  “What changed, Zoe?” he asked. He held the back of her neck with one hand while the other cupped her waist.

  “Nothing changed, Brent.”

  “You’ve been fighting us for six months, and that’s all changed.”

  “I’ve been fighting the wrong thing.”

  “I don’t understand,” he said.

  “I want you, Brent, and that scares me.”

  “Why?” He really needed to know the answer. He didn’t want to start something and then be accused of something else later on. Zoe was a hot and cold person. At the bar, she was cold, and now she was red hot. He didn’t understand it.

  “Where I come from, three men wanting one woman is not a good thing. Fucking three men is a bad thing.”

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” he asked when she remained silent for several moments.

  “For now that’s all you need to know.”

  He stared into her eyes. She looked so fragile as if she was going to shatter at any moment. He didn’t like it.

  Brent pulled her down, kissing her lips. “You can ride me.”

  He lifted her up and slowly eased her down onto his shaft. Never did he take his eyes off her face. He saw the desire flash inside her eyes. She was a responsive woman. Her hands tightened on his shoulders until he was seated deep inside her.

  “I’ve never been on top before,” she said.

  “Good, I like being your first.” Brent took his time caressing her body, drawing out a response until he was sure she was ready to let go. She cried out and whimpered each time he pressed up and she pushed down. Her sounds were highly erotic and addictive.

  He knew he was lost as she kept her eyes on him. Brent felt the pull of her gaze, and the feel of belonging swept over him. It was amazing, and he felt complete at the same time. He teased her clit as she rode his cock. She splintered apart in his arms, her release consuming the both of them as he found his own release inside her body.

  If this was how Connor felt then he knew they’d found the right woman. This feeling inside him was the kind of stuff he wrote about. It was instant, breathtaking, and worth every second of the rejection she’d given them the last six months.

  She collapsed against him, her head resting on his neck. He stroked her hair smiling at how wonderful it felt to have found the right woman.

  Connor came into view. It was his turn to claim her. Brent hoped to God, Connor’s passions didn’t scare her away.

  Chapter Ten

  Zoe felt warm and safe. Brent held her with his tattooed arms and wrapped around her. He stroked her hair. Normally she’d find the stroking creepy, but this time she found it loving.

  Loving? She pushed the word back. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, even though she knew the warmth inside her had everything to do with those emotions.

  Leaning back she stared up at Brent. He was gazing over her shoulder. She turned and gazed at Connor. His face was hard as he looked at her. It was his turn. Brent helped her move off his now flaccid cock, and seconds later he left the bed, leaving her with Connor.

  There was an intensity surrounding Connor. He stared at her without blinking. She knew in some part of her brain that he needed her. A desperate, intense need had gripped him.

  “Do you have any idea how amazing you look with Jake and Brent?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Zoe didn’t know what to say to his statement.

  He reached out taking her hand and pulling her close to him. “You looked so fucking hot letting go. Did you like Jake fucking you from behind?”

  “Yes,” she said. Goose-bumps broke out along her arms as he kissed the corner of her mouth then went to her neck to nibble where her pulse pounded at the base.

  “Do you want to do it again?” he asked.

  She gazed over to where Jake sat watching them. Zoe couldn’t make out his face. Going on her instinct alone she nodded her head. “Yes.”

  “What about Brent?”

  “Yes. I want to do them both, Connor.”

  “Good.”

  He kissed her lips stroking her body, softly. His touch felt out of place compared to the way he stared at her. Zoe thought he looked like a beast ready to pounce at her.

  “I’m yours, Connor,” she said.

  “I know.” He moved off the bed and took her with him. Zoe went willingly. When they were standing on the carpeted floor he turned her to face the other two men. “Look at them, Zoe. They’re getting hard for you. They’ve already fucked you and come, and they want you again.”

  She whimpered, her pussy tightening unbearably. She saw their cocks thicken as she looked at them. They were ready for another round.

  Connor turned her back to face him, his hand wrapping her hair around his fist. He pulled her close slamming his lips down on hers. The beast was finally coming out of the cage. Zoe submitted to him. The hardness of his kiss made her gasp. She opened her lips to take some of the sting out of the pressure of his mouth on hers.

  His hands were tight as he ran them down her body. Connor slapped her ass, then gripped the flesh making her yelp from the pain. “If I’m scaring you tell me to stop,” he said.

  She saw the vulnerability flash in his eyes a second before it disappeared. Zoe knew about the need to forget the pain. She’d done it herself in the past. Fucking to lose your past had been easy for her.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I want you to let go, Connor.” She caressed his cheek then moved her fingers into his hair. Zoe tugged on the strands and let her own personal demons loose. They were both in this together. If Connor wanted to use her to forget then she was more than happy to oblige.

  She went on her toes and slammed her lips up to meet his. Zoe pulled on his hair as he pulled on hers. Her desire washed over her. The darkness of her own needs consumed her. She scored his back with her nails, taking out her need on his flesh. He growled pulling on her hair and pushed her off him.

  Zoe stared at him waiting for him. Jake and Brent ceased to exist as their battle of wills commenced. She pushed against him as Connor pulled her closer. They kissed and rubbed against each other. Connor pushed her down to the bed, lifting her hands above her head and pinning them down.

  She fought him.

  “Calm down,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Zoe still fought as his hand moved down her body. He cupped her left breast his thumb teasing the nipple to a hard point.

  She felt the heat shoot straight to her cunt. Connor chuckled and did the same with the right breast. Her moans echoed around the room as he played her body like his own personal toy. His touch set her on fire and made her aware of how much he liked control.

  With her hands still trapped he opened her legs and settled between them. She felt the thickness of his cock pressed against her pussy. Out of all three men Connor was the biggest of them all, and he knew it. She understood why he’d let them have her first. He showed darkness, and yet he was willing to wait for her to grow accustomed to his size with Jake and Brent.

  She knew her multiple orgasms would have softened her up along with the penetration from both men. This wasn’t sharing, she realised. Tonight was the three of them taking turns with her. She knew in that instant that this room and moment meant a hell of a lot more.

  Connor let one of her hands go. “Put my cock inside you,” he said.

  “No.”

  “Do it, Zoe.”

  He released one of her hands and moved it between them. She wrapped her fingers around him and pu
mped the shaft a couple of times. “Now.”

  She rolled her eyes then put the head against her entrance. Before she was able to do any more, he caught her hand then placed it at her head. Connor had both of her hands now at either side of her. His weight was pressed on them keeping her down. She licked her lips as the tip of him eased inside her.

  A glint in his eyes and the tensing of his muscles were the only signs she got of his intent.

  Connor seated himself inside her hard. She winced as he scraped along her inner walls. He was larger than she imagined. She saw him gritting his teeth as the last few inches pressed all the way. Her legs were wide open to accommodate his body.

  “Do you want to leave now, Zoe?” he asked.

  She stared at him unable to think past the combination of pleasure and pain. Her heart was pounding, and so was every single nerve ending in her body. Connor’s intent was clear. He was going to fuck her, hard. Harder than anything she could imagine.

  Was she ready for this? Not only was he going to fuck her, the bond between them would be in place. She would belong to him after this moment. Zoe had no idea why she felt that, but she knew it was true. How many other women had stuck around?

  She knew her answer from the look in his eyes. None. They took what he had to offer and left.

  “Connor, I don’t think—” Brent began to talk and was cut off by Connor.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  Glancing over his shoulder she saw Jake and Brent ready to intervene. She frowned. Did they fear for her? Underneath all the pain inside Connor she knew he’d never hurt her.

  “Answer the questions, Zoe.”

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “Are you sure about that?” he asked. He smirked. She saw the upset a second later. He thought she was going to tell them to pull him off.

  How many times had people given up on her after her parents died? All of them. Every single foster parent and person had given up on her. She’d begun to believe throughout her life that she was worthless. That she didn’t deserve any kind of look. Until three men had walked into The Dugout six months ago and never gave up. For six months they’d pursued her in one way or the other. They’d never given up on her.