Falling for the Other Brother (12 page)

Erica smirked. “Oh, you know you’ll be happy to get back to the man cave.”

“No, really. I’d rather stay here. You never know when a live sex show is going to break out and the food is awesome.”

“Speaking of sex…” Erica stopped talking when both of the guys burst into laughter. “What?”

“Nice segue,” Colin teased.

“Best ever,” Trevor agreed. “Keep talking. I want to see where this is going.”

Erica fought a smile. The recent events seemed to have settled things between them and all of them, herself included, were crazy happy and content. It was a vast improvement on the past month or so when the future had been impenetrable.

“We need to talk about the having kids thing.” God, here she was about two minutes into a relationship and already angling for kids. “I’m… Well, I’m not getting any younger.”

“I know,” Colin agreed, and laughed as she smacked his arm. “I don’t mind starting trying right away.”

Relief suffused her and she looked at Trevor, who was watching from his chair with a naughty grin. “I think your brother is willing to do the honors, although I’m not sure what changed his mind. He seemed very adamant about not being a donor anymore.”

Trevor’s grin softened into a smile, but his eyes dropped. “I made that decision after the accident.” He looked up at Colin then back at Erica. “With him wanting to have kids but not able to produce sperm anymore, I knew my only donations from that time on would be to his future wife. Although”—the wicked glint returned—“I didn’t count on being so lucky as to have the option to donate in person. Or as Rhonnie called it, hand-deliver.” Trevor winked and Erica felt her cheeks go warm. “Much more enjoyable prospect than the old magazine and cup routine.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll just keep your enjoyment to the necessary minimum,” Colin grumbled, though his contented tone belied the implied jealousy.

“Another thing. We’ve always used condoms, and—”

Trevor was already nodding. “No worries. I got tested last week—had a feeling this might come up. Or maybe I should say I hoped it would. No diseases so we’re good to go.”

Erica blinked at his preparedness. Really, between assuredness of the two brothers, she felt like she was constantly catching up. “Okay, well that’s good.”

Something else suddenly occurred to her. “Along those lines, I know at some point you’re probably going to date someone else, but if we’re going bare…”

How did you ask a young single guy to remain monogamous to you when you weren’t even dating him?

“I get it, and I’m willing to put off sex with another partner until I’ve done what I’ve
come
here to do.” He waggled his eyebrows at the pun and Colin and Erica groaned. “Best case scenario for all of us is to knock you up ASAP.”

Feeling like the luckiest woman in the world, Erica thought about her future now with a sense of wonderment and expectation. In love with one brother, and loving them both, together they’d grow a family.

She eyed the hallway to the bedroom then sent what she hoped to be an inviting look to both of her men. “No time like the present.”

Colin rose from the couch and met Trevor’s inquiring look with a shrug. He honestly wasn’t sure how he’d react when the time came, but he was going to try his damnedest to keep any jealousy at bay so he could give her this.

He pulled Erica to her feet and led the way, repeatedly kissing her on the way to the bedroom, putting all the love he had for her in every touch of his lips. As his arousal grew, the light kisses were no longer enough. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue in to duel with her, needing the passionate response she was always willing to give him.

In the bedroom, Erica reached down and helped Colin unfasten then slide his jeans to his ankles, smoothing her hand down his backside and thighs with a touch that left him breathless. She tugged him down on the bed then knelt down in front of him to remove his boots and slip the pants off. Colin impatiently tore his T-shirt over his head and sat naked, his growing erection jutting out. A soft warmth enclosed his cock and he groaned as Erica slid her mouth down over the head then pulled off.

“Sit up against the headboard,” she instructed then turned to Trevor while she quickly stripped. He watched her with a slight smile and Colin knew he should probably feel jealous, but thankfully he was so far avoiding that emotion.

“And where do you want me, boss lady?”

“Hmm, well, you undressing would be a good start and then we’ll see,” she answered then crawled up the bed towards Colin, pressing his legs apart until they were spread wide. A sensuous grin crossed her lips as she looked up at Colin from under her dark lashes and cupped Colin’s sac in her small hands. She stroked his scar and rolled his ball in a manner that was fast becoming a regular part of their bed play, and went a long way towards assuaging the last of Colin’s negative feelings about his body.

“Is this all right?” she teased, and he groaned.

“Erica, baby, if it were any more right, I’d be tossing you down and fucking you, and to hell with Trevor trying to get you pregnant.”

She ran her fingers along the sensitive crease above his thighs then loosely held his cock. Erica looked fascinated as clear liquid welled from his slit, and she slid her hand up to touch it, rubbing it over the head of his cock in a super light, teasing touch that was driving him insane. When she lifted her finger to her mouth for a taste, Trevor and Colin groaned in unison.

Trevor was now as naked as they were and he joined them on the bed. “Sorry, Colin, I had no idea she was that much of a tease. I think turnabout is fair play, don’t you?”

Colin was moving before the last few words were out of Trevor’s mouth. He arranged Erica into an almost identical position as he’d been in against the headboard, only lying flat, then ran his whisker-rough cheek over the inside of her thigh. She gasped in response, and he inhaled her sweet scent as he laved the scratched area with his tongue, licking in tight circles closer and closer to the trimmed, red curls of her pussy.

He sucked at her smooth outer folds then used his thumbs to spread her labia apart, stroking the sleekness he uncovered with his tongue and his thumbs in turn. She squirmed restively and he stilled her with an iron grip on her hips then ran his tongue up to her clit, teasing it until it was swollen and taut.

Meanwhile, Trevor had moved to Erica’s side and was tonguing and nipping across one pale breast. He watched as Trevor stroked the other with his hand, plucking the nipple to a tight stand. Colin turned his attention to Erica, who was watching both men with desire-hazed eyes.

Colin lapped lower at the new burst of moisture that was his for the taking then took the entire area around her swollen bud in his mouth and suckled and tongued it mercilessly until she was crying out and heaving helplessly against him as she came.

He barely allowed her to come down before slowly entering her with both thumbs, stretching her sensitive entrance and again flicking her nub with his tongue, keeping her off balance before withdrawing his touch completely and watching in satisfaction as her pussy attempted to grasp his retreating fingers.

“Nice,” Trevor praised. Trevor dipped in to lick her clit once, and Colin heard Erica catch her breath. Then both men moved their attention upwards, suckling and lapping at her breasts, paying extra attention to her sensitive nipples.

Trevor moved between her thighs and cupped Erica’s curvy ass with one hand as he used the other to place his shaft at the entrance of her pussy.

Colin rested his cheek against hers as he draped himself atop her while Trevor pressed deep inside her with a slow, steady motion. She linked her arms around his neck.

“Okay?” he asked, pulling back to look down at her, and she nodded. He braced himself on his elbows above her and gave her a tender kiss. He reached down between Trevor and Erica to get a thumb on her clit, riding it there, letting it stroke on each thrust.

Her eyes locked on his as she moaned and came with head thrown back and back arched. Her climax seemed to trip Trevor’s orgasm, and he and Erica strained together, gasping their fulfilment.

Soon afterward, they shifted positions until Trevor was spooned behind Erica with Colin in front, kissing her full mouth periodically as they relaxed, sated. Colin was relieved that the experiment with sharing Erica’s attentions had gone well and without any unexpected negative reactions. He supposed that the love between them all, though it varied in intensity and type on each side of the triangle, kept things from becoming too difficult.

This just might work out after all.

Epilogue

“Is Trevor home from LA yet? I haven’t heard from him at all today.” Erica dodged other pedestrians as she walked along the sidewalk towards Rhonnie’s restaurant.

“No, I don’t think he’ll be back until tonight sometime. And it’s a good thing I’m not a jealous man with how concerned you are about my brother’s whereabouts.” Colin’s voice held a teasing grin.

“Not concerned, just curious, and you know I talk to you way more than I ever did to him.” So much so that she’d had to set herself a strong rule to not reach out to Colin while she was at work or she’d never get anything done. It was tempting since he worked from the home office he’d set up in her former guest room, and he had never yet turned a call away because he was too busy to talk. That didn’t stop her from having him on speed dial the moment she stepped out of the building for lunch or at the end of the day.

“So you’re meeting Rhon for lunch?” he asked.

“Yes. Wish you could join us.”

“Hmm. I’d love to see you too, but I’m heading out in about an hour to give a proposal presentation to that new client, and I need to wrap things up.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go.” She had just reached the restaurant anyway. “Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Knock ’em dead.” She grinned at his laugh in reply and they said their goodbyes. She tucked her phone back into the slot of her purse and reached for the door. It flew open and she stepped back.

“Thank God you’re finally here!” A waitress she knew by sight but not by name grabbed Erica by the hand and tugged her inside.

“What? Is Rhonnie okay?” Immediately concerned, she rushed after the girl, who headed straight back through the doors to the kitchen.

As soon as they entered the surprisingly quiet kitchen—it was the lunch rush and she could almost hear a pin drop—she heard Rhonnie’s stressed-out voice, shouting, “How the hell you thought this was a good idea is beyond me!”

Erica burst into Rhonnie’s office and stopped dead. Rhonnie was bent nearly in half, breathing heavily, with one palm flat on her desk and clutching the phone with her other hand.
Oh man
. Her usually unflappable friend was evidently in labour and falling apart at the seams. She could hear a masculine voice on the other end of the line and she plucked the phone from Rhon’s unresisting grasp, running her other hand soothingly along her friend’s shoulder.

“Barry?” she asked, cutting his placating voice off.

“Er? Oh thank fuck. She’s having a meltdown and won’t listen to anyone. Get her to go to the hospital already, would you? I’ll meet you there.”

“Tell him to bring the car seat! They won’t let me bring her home without the car seat!” Erica winced as Rhon yelled right in her ear.

“God! Yes! I will bring everything. Tell her, Erica. And get her out of the office!”

After assuring Barry she’d get her there, Erica hung up and looked around. Rhon had her hand in a death grip and groaned. Erica knew that first babies always took a long time to come but who knew how long Rhonnie had been at this?

“Rhon. I need my hand back, hon. Let’s go have a baby, okay?”

Rhonnie met her gaze. She looked terrified. “I changed my mind. I can’t do this.”

“Oh, come here.” She pulled Rhonnie into a hug. “You can and you will. Don’t you want to meet this little sweetheart you’ve been taking such good care of for this long? I know I do.”

Rhon gulped in a breath then another and finally nodded.

“Good.” How the hell was she going to get Rhon to her car?
The hell with it
, she decided, and she pulled out her phone to call her assistant. Within minutes she’d cleared her schedule for the day and arranged for a hired car to pick them up in the service alley.

She sat with Rhon while they waited for the text. Her friend seemed to have got herself a bit more under control and she gave rational orders left and right to her relieved staff. Erica smiled as she wondered how together she would feel when her time came.

“And what are you laughing at?” Rhon scowled at her, but there was little heat in her tone.

“Oh, just trying to decide whether I’ll freak out in about seven and a half months.” She braced herself.

“What? And you’re just now telling me? Jesus.” Rhon smacked her hard then abruptly pulled her into a hug. She backed away enough to look down between them at Erica’s still flat stomach with a smile. “Seven and half months. You guys didn’t waste any time, did you?”

Erica shook her head, tearing up a bit at the joy in her friend’s expression. “No—probably happened the first time without the condom.”

“La, la, la.” Rhon covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear about the yucky mechanics of it. Ugh.”

Erica’s phone pinged, and she glanced at it to confirm it was the car service. “The limo’s out back. Can you walk okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Ooh, first class service. Oh”—Rhonnie stopped short halfway to standing—“grab the towel out of my hospital bag. I don’t want my water to break all over the nice seats. I mean, if it was just a taxi, I wouldn’t care but…”

Erica laughed and lifted the bag. “Come on, mama. Let’s get you there.”

* * * *

Around midnight, they had just been moved from Rhonnie’s birthing suite to her permanent room when a knock came on the door. “You have a visitor.” One of the nurses came in, followed closely by Colin.