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plastic bubble. “Just a note from a friend.” She dropped the note on the

ground behind her, hoping he would forget about it, then tried to smile

but didn’t quite succeed.

“Uh-huh.” He looked disbelieving, but resigned as if he were going to

let it go for now. “So you’re telling me a ‘friend’ of yours just dropped off a

note asking how things are going.”

Okay, so he’s not capable of letting it go.
Brianna lifted her chin. “Yes,

that’s what I’m saying,” she lied. What’s the worst he could do anyway?

Spank her? Bring it on. She blushed.

Cole stared at her for long seconds, almost scrutinizing her, before he

finally spoke, breaking the tension. “Fine. If that’s the way you want this

to go, I’ll drop the subject. But don’t think it won’t come up again.”

Of course not. After all, you’re the blackmailer, you’re the one running

the show. Me, I’m just along for the ride.

And what a ride it is.
No way could she deny the way they made her

feel.

“Well, baby,” he said, interrupting her thoughts, “you need to go

shopping. Want to get out of here for a while?”

“Absolutely!” she squealed, genuinely smiling this time, his words like

a mantra from Heaven. Maybe she could sneak away from him at two

and meet Caroline after all. She was too intrigued by the prospect of

finding out what the woman thought she had not to. “What are we

shopping for?”

“Oh, as much as I love seeing you like this,” he pulled her out of her

seat and between his legs where he proceeded to ravish her belly with

small kisses, “you do need clothes. But Tyler will go with you, I’ve got

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work to do.” His thumbs brushed against her mound before shimmying

beneath the elastic of her swimsuit and nestling between her folds.

“You’re wet, Bri. I hope you weren’t out here pleasuring yourself.” His

thumbnail scraped lightly along her labia, then up to her clit. She

moaned.

“No, I was just thinking about you. And you would know that since

you’ve been watching me since I walked out the door.”

“Mmm. Well, okay then.”

He lapped at her belly button and grasped her hips with both hands.

She missed his touch between her legs and whimpered. His laughter

broke through her sensual fog.

“You taste like coconuts.”

“Yes. What? Oh, yeah, my sunscreen,” she babbled. God, she was

turning into a begging slave to her own desires.

“Show me your nipples.”

Brianna whipped her head around, looking for anybody who might be

outside. Namely her brother. He didn’t have to be able to see to know

what they were doing.

“He’s with his teacher, Bri, let me see your breasts.”

Damn. The man could read her like an open book. She sighed, then

complied with his wishes by tugging down the cups of her bikini so her

breasts spilled out.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

His lips never hesitated, just latched on and suckled strongly,

shooting a heated path of need straight to her womb.

“How do I get invited to this party?” Tyler growled.

“Just come o-over,” Brianna stammered.

He stepped up behind and sandwiched her between them. His stiff

cock prodded her backside through his jeans. His hand circled her

throat, shifting her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. She

tilted her head to give him better access.

Tyler made the strangest noise in her ear as his hands wandered over

her belly.

“Coconut. Yum.”

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Cole laughed. “Yeah, coconut has suddenly become my favorite fruit.”

“I don’t think it’s a fruit,” Brianna murmured. Cole stopped licking

her nipple and moved down her tummy, dodging Tyler’s possessive

fingers and sweeping just below the elastic of her swimming suit.

“What would you call it?”

“I don’t… Oh, God.” Her eyes squeezed shut and she dug her

fingernails into Cole’s shoulders when his thick finger pushed aside the

fabric at her crotch and stabbed into her.

“What was that?”

She moaned. This was an insane time to have this meaningless

conversation. “A nut.” His finger twisted inside her heat, stroking her Gspot and forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her head fell back to rest on

Tyler’s chest. She felt him nod against her head a split second before

Cole pulled out of her, leaving her agonizingly empty. Which they seemed

to do a lot.

Tyler tugged the bikini bottoms off her hips and patted each leg,

silently asking for her to step out of them. Then he abandoned her

backside.

She opened her eyes to see Tyler lying on the lounge chair, his back

propped up so he wasn’t laying completely flat, his legs straight and

together. He’d shucked the jeans in record time because she hadn’t even

heard him move. His cock jutted out from his groin, saluting her.

“Sit on his cock, Bri.”

She braced herself with her hands on Tyler’s chest and forced her

shaky legs to straddle his hips, holding her vagina just over the broad,

purpled head of his erection. A shiny drop of pre-come had gathered in

the slit and Brianna couldn’t help herself. She slid backwards, leaned

over and licked the sticky saltiness off. Tyler hissed and bucked his hips

upward, making her take most of his cock into her mouth.

A sharp slap stung her butt, and she jerked forward, releasing Tyler

and realigning her slit with his swollen dick.

“Don’t do that again,” they both growled.

Brianna smiled even as they grabbed hold of her hair with their fists,

each pulling her toward them. The semi-pain had her nipples hardening

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into sharp peaks and her pussy flooding. Cole placed his hands on her

shoulders and pressed, while Tyler forced her head down with his hands

still locked in her hair.

She sighed as he disappeared inside her sheath. She loved their

cocks inside her, the feeling of fullness, as they pumped into her.

Sometimes it was hard and fast, sometimes slow and long, but always,

when they finally gave her permission to come, it was earth shattering.

At last she was seated to the hilt. Tyler’s fingers released her hair and

latched on to her nipples, pinching and pulling on them, increasing her

need.

Cole’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades and soon she was

pinned against Tyler’s chest.

“Get on your knees, Bri, but do not let Tyler slip out of you.”

Cole let his hand slide down Bri’s sweat-slicked spine, leaving the

bikini tied in the back, when what he really wanted was to relieve her of

the cumbersome material completely. For now, he liked the way her

breasts were pulled tight together by the fabric twisted around them. Her

nipples stood out, begging for a good suck, as Tyler manipulated them

with his fingers.

Cole stroked his fingertips to the small of her back, listening to the

mewling sounds coming from her throat. Through punishment, he and

Tyler had gotten rid of some of her very loud screaming in the last couple

of days. She was still a screamer but they were working on it and both of

them could live with what they had now. It was a mixture of humming or

purring, like a kitten when content, and the downright squealing like a

cat in heat.

That’s what Bri was, a kitten with sharp claws and all. And she was

theirs to keep forever. He felt like shouting to the world how much he

wanted this woman as his wife. First he and Tyler had to convince her of

their plan. Cole couldn’t explain why it made him feel so damn good.

His index finger trailed over her tailbone then along her butt crack,

ending at the tight rosy bud of her anus. He withdrew a tube of ointment

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from his pocket with his free hand as he pressed into her back hole to

his first knuckle.

“Shh,” he soothed as her back arched against his hand and she

groaned loudly. They’d played with her ass as often as they could in the

last two days, preparing her to take them there.

He withdrew his finger, smiling as she squeezed her cheeks together

and let out the breath she’d been holding. Over her shoulder he met

Tyler’s glistening eyes as he watched Cole prepare to fuck her ass. With

one hand Tyler held her head to his shoulder so she was unable to move.

“It’s time, Bri.”

She whimpered, but Cole didn’t know if it was in protest or want.

“Relax, little one,” Tyler crooned in her ear. “It’s time to feel us both

as we fuck you together.” His palm stroked up and down her back,

rubbing at the tense muscles there.

Cole stepped out of his jeans, glad to be free of the confining denim,

his cock bobbing against his abdomen. Pre-come oozed from the head of

his dick at the sight of her pussy clenching Tyler’s cock. He swung a leg

over the lounge so he stood directly behind Bri’s beautiful ass. The

perfect height for him.

“I love your ass, baby.” He grabbed each globe with his big hands and

kneaded them, watching as her flesh separated and bunched beneath his

fingers. The tight ring of muscles circling her back hole contracted and

expanded.

“Oh, God,” she cried and Tyler yelped as her sharp teeth dug into his

chest, leaving a mark.

Cole spread the lubricant over his throbbing dick, wiping at the slit

when it released another drop of come. He spread her crack with his

finger and thumb, placed the tip of the tube against her anus, and

squeezed a good amount of it inside the puckered hole. She squirmed,

backing up to cradle his cock between her cheeks and he pressed his

length against her. The head of his cock peeked out at him and he

groaned.

He pushed Bri forward, just enough to where his tip slid down her

crack to position itself on her tightly puckered hole. He rested one hand

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on her shoulder and with the other he held his cock, guiding it as he

began to enter her. Her muscles spasmed around him and he could have

come right then.

“So tight. Relax baby, let me get it in and you’ll be fine.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. It will burn ‘til you get used to it,” Cole answered. “Take a

deep breath for me.”

As soon as she did, her anus loosened for the briefest second and

Cole drove his cock home. Brianna’s head shot up despite Tyler’s hand in

her hair and she screamed against Cole’s violation of her ass.

“It’s done, Bri, I’m in.” He leaned over her and licked along her neck.

“Do you feel us both baby, deep inside you?” He soothed her with his

tone, let her adjust to the sudden fullness of possessing both their cocks

this way.

She gasped for breath beneath him, not the wheezing of an asthma

attack, thank God, but just her getting her bearings.

Tyler’s hands caressed her front while Cole ran his over her back,

adding to the sensations inside her. Cole slid his hand around her waist,

easing between her and Tyler’s bellies, and fingered her clit. The tiny nub

was swollen and ripe, and Bri was so worked up he felt her tremors on

his fingertips.

She was on the brink of an orgasm. He wouldn’t be able to keep her

from having one if she was this close just from them entering her. It

wouldn’t be right to try either.

Cole pulled out, allowing Tyler to push in.

“I’m gonna come,” Bri cried.

“Go ahead, baby. Whenever you want.”

They quickly set up a rhythm leaving all three of them gasping for

breath. Bri wrapped her arms under Tyler’s armpits and grasped his

shoulders with her hands, her knuckles turning white.

“You like that, little one? You like when you’re full of cock?”

Bri groaned in response to Tyler’s questions. No answers were

needed. A climax ripped through her vagina, contracting all of the

muscles in her lower body, squeezing both his and Tyler’s penises. Cole

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growled and pumped himself harder as her anus milked his cock. He’d

never felt this good. Never.

“You close?” Tyler panted, something Cole had never heard him do.

He knew Tyler was just as affected by Bri as he was.

“Oh yeah,” Cole answered.

Bri was slumped between them, her orgasm having shattered her

stamina, as they slammed into her over and over. Her muscles continued

to spasm against their cocks, sucking Cole closer to the edge. Two more

thrusts and he was a goner.

He buried himself in her ass as Tyler’s hips lifted. Now both of them

were as far in as they could go. Cole’s cock jerked as his sperm shot out.

“Oh God. Cole. Tyler.” She collapsed between them as they spent

themselves.

The harsh sounds of their breathing were all that could be heard.

Cole stood, still embedded in her tight ass, and rubbed his thumb along

her spine. Bri didn’t even move.

“You still alive, baby?”

“I not shnur,” she mumbled against Tyler’s chest, her nose smashed

into his pec.

Cole laughed and began to ease out of her, making Bri whimper as he

did so.

“Shh,” he soothed.

“God, little one. You nearly killed us.” Tyler’s fingers threaded

through her hair as he lifted her head to look into her eyes. She shook