CHAPTER 200

MOONA POV

I don’t know how long they will hold me there, but I never want to move.

I’m scared I’ll fall apart without their arms around me. I’m scared I’ll shatter into pieces and never pick them all up again.

I remember all the times the guy who called himself Peter touched me. I remember all the times he told me that that was what love felt like.

But love feels nothing like that, and I know it now.

I want to forget every second I ever spent with him. I want to feel how much I’m loved for real this time.

I want to feel kind hands on my body. I want to feel kisses that give, not kisses that take.

I want them. The only two men who’ve ever counted.

I need to know I’m still theirs and they’re mine, and words aren’t enough.

Words will never be enough now I know how easily a random guy like Mathew Connor could speak whatever he wanted in my ear.

I’m still in their arms as I press my lips to Cain’s neck. Brian is still pressed to my back as I reach for him.

Cain doesn’t respond at first as I kiss my way up to his jawline. He breathes and strokes my hair but doesn’t kiss me.

“Moona, you don’t have to,” he begins, but I know.

I told him so.

“Make love to me,” I whisper and it sounds so hollow. “I need to know you love me. I need to know you still want me. Both of you.”

“We should call the police,” Cain says, and I know we have to, but it can wait, just a little while. I tell him that, too.

It’s Brian who gathers my hair into a ponytail and kisses the back of my neck. It’s his lips that replace my frightened shivers with better ones.

“Whatever you need,” he whispers, and I finally come to know how much these past few weeks have changed all of us.

There’s a rawness to his words that speak to my soul. A tenderness in his touch that’s outside any guideline he holds himself to at work every day.

He’s more than his job. He’s more than the lines they make him colour inside.

“I need you,” I whisper. And I do.

I do need them.

I need them both like I need air.

Cain reaches for my arm and takes my bruised wrist in his hand. He presses it to his mouth as though he can kiss it all away, and maybe he can.

His tongue feels so good against my tender skin.

Brian tugs at my hair enough to tip my head back, and his mouth finds mine and kisses deep.

His fingers slip inside my top and his strokes across my nipples drive me crazy.

More crazy.

Cain pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. He kisses my fingers and guides them to his belt, and I help him unbuckle himself, before he helps me out of my jeans.

Brian tugs my top over my head and pulls my bra off with it. I’m naked in a heartbeat with my legs around Cain’s waist. His cock is big against my belly and it’s a relief

.

To know he still wants me like this is a relief.

I twist to help Brian out of his suit, but he’s already mostly there. He sits back on the wrecked sofa and guides me half on top of him, and then tugs at Cain’s arm to beckon him closer.

Cain shuffles next to Brian and I straddle the middle of them. A thigh against each dick as I rise to my knees.

It’s the most natural thing in the world to present my tits to two hungry mouths. I pull my shoulders back proud, as proud as I’ll ever be, offering myself up exactly as I am to the two men who mean so much.

I love the way they suck and nip. I love the way the sounds of their mouths match the squelches from their dicks as they take themselves in hand.

Tonight’s the night I want them both inside me. Tonight’s the night I need to feel them both make me theirs at the same time.

“Let us see you,” Brian whispers and I don’t understand at first. He stares up at me through hooded eyes and gestures to me to stand for them.

I’m so nervous as I get to my feet. So naked in my vulnerability as I stand tall for two pairs of hungry eyes.

“Beautiful,” Cain whispers, and picks up pace on his dick.

“Perfect,” Brian adds and my cheeks burn.

It’s amazing to watch them there, watching me.

I shift my thighs apart and dip my fingers between them. I’ve never felt so exposed in my dirtiness as I do right now, standing all alone as their eyes rove all over me, from the wetness they’ve left on my tits, to the wetness I’m dribbling between my legs.

But they love me.

I can see it in their gaze, in their expressions, in the way they work their dicks as though just the sight of me is everything.

“We’re really doing this,” Brian rasps. “The three of us, forever.”

It sounds like more of a question than a statement.

Cain answers it.

“We’re really doing this,” he says. “The three of us. Always the three of us.”

A look passes between them that I can’t read, but hope one day I will. A look that reminds me how these guys have known each other their whole entire lives, how they’ve shared decades before I was even born.

“Just bodies,” Brian rasps, and my breath hitches.

He lifts his hand from his thigh and hovers it between them, and I can’t breathe, can’t even think.

“Just fucking bodies,” Cain growls and takes his hand from his dick.

“Fuck,” I whimper as Brian takes Cain in his hand. My own fingers frantic on my clit as he grips another guy’s dick and works him up and down.

Cain tips his head back and grunts, and then he does it.

He really does it.

He reaches out for Brian’s cock and swears under his breath as he takes it.

Two men work each other’s dicks as they stare at me. They work each other’s dicks as I play with my needy little clit for them.

I’ve never been as horny as I feel as they touch each other. I’ve never been so in awe of the way two people can give so much.

“You’d better get back fucking over here before he makes me shoot my fucking load,” Cain growls, and I do.

“I want both of you inside me,” I whisper as I clamber back on top. “I want to feel both of you at once. I want you to both love me at once.”

I spread my legs wide across their laps as fingers push inside and open me up. “You need to be ready,” Cain grunts.

“Nice and wet. Stretched ready for two.”

“Stretch me, then,” I moan, and they do.

Oh fuck, they do.

Wet fingers slip back to my asshole and it burns as they push their way inside.

Three fingers turn to four in my hungry pussy and I groan at the stretch, bouncing up and down to open myself up for more.

I’m gonna take them. I have to fucking take them.

It’s all I want.

“Tight,” Cain growls, “so fucking tight.”

I hear the noises I’m making and I know they can do it. I know they can open me up enough to take them both.

“Harder,” I hissed. “Please, I want this.”

“On his dick,” Cain tells me. “Now.”

It’s a beautiful pleasure to drop myself onto Brian’s big hard cock. I ride him like a desperate whore, because that’s how I feel inside. Desperate for dick, but only theirs. Desperate to be taken by men who really do want me.

Men who’d do anything to keep me.

Cain’s fingers keep ploughing my ass and it hurts, but I don’t care.

“Relax,” he growls and nips the back of my neck, and I know he’s getting ready. I know he’s really going to do this.

I hear him spitting. I hear him rubbing it around his dick.

And then he pushes both me and Michael down flat onto the sofa and pins us underneath him.

I love how tightly I’m sandwiched. I love how my cheek is tight to Brian’s shoulder as Cain’s big dick presses against my asshole.

“Both of us at once,” he rasps, and pushes the head inside.

Oh fuck, the stretch. It burns like white heat.

“Take us,” Brian whispers in my ear.

“Take us like only our good girl can.”

“I’ll be your good girl,” I whimper as Cain pushes deeper. “I’ll always be your good girl.”

And I am a good girl as Cain slams home. I’m a good girl as I grit my teeth and beg for more. A good girl as I push back onto Cain’s big dick and milk them both at once.

“I want you to come inside me,” I tell them. “I want you both to fill me up.”

“We’ll fill you up with more than our fucking cum if you’re not careful,” Cain barks, and the thought sends me over the edge.

I come between two dicks. I come between two men I love.

And they’re right there after me, grunting and thrusting and spurting inside me.

They keep me pinned when they’re done. I love the warmth and the weight as we all catch our breath together.

And finally, when we’ve gathered up our clothes and wiped down the mess we left on the wrecked sofa, Cain calls the police.

It’s the first time they’ve ever really listened to me.

But then again, it’s the first time I’ve ever really told them the truth.