"Wait." Connor searched around in the back of his jeans before pulling out his phone. He held it up in front of him and nodded. "I wanted to capture this moment. Go on Riley, fuck our woman."
"With pleasure." Riley pushed himself the rest of the way inside me and moaned. "You're right, she does feel like fucking heaven. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them while thrusting slowly and carefully.
The floor was hard on my hands and knees, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I'd never been with two men at the same time, much less with one filming us.
"You should see yourselves," Connor said. "You're fucking hot. You can watch it with Riley's cum inside you."
My face heated, but I might watch out of curiosity. Hoping like hell I looked as good as I felt.
Riley thrust a few more times, frantically, before crying out my name as he came, filling me with even more cum, until it was overflowing, spilling back over his cock and down my thighs. Warm and sticky.
He sagged against my back, holding me with his hands still around my breasts.
"Now you're fucking ours," he whispered. "Let's get you cleaned and comfortable."
He looked worried as he helped me to my feet. As if it was only just occurring to them it might be a bad idea to fuck me on the floor.
I might hurt tomorrow, but today I didn't care. I'd never been so thoroughly fucked.
34
LEAH
"I thoughtit would be a bigger mess," I admitted.
"Because it's two men? Or because one is my brother?" Whitney asked. She grinned at me before turning her attention back to the string of lights she was putting up between the pub and Snowdrop Café.
"Because they asked me to help." I held the end of the string, keeping it from tangling while she fastened it in place. "I figured it was because they were disorganised, but they're not." All the invoices were accounted for, and the emails up to date. Even the social media pages and website only needed to be added to as needed, not overhauled.
"You sound impressed." She climbed down from the ladder and moved it over a metre or so. Lights in one hand, she scrambled back up.
"Probably best if you don't tell them that," I said wryly.
She flashed me a grin and teased more string up from my hands. "I wouldn't dream of it. They wouldn't fit inside any of the buildings in town if their egos were any bigger."
"Do you mind me working for them?" I asked. I moved the string along in my hands to give her more slack.
"Of course not, why would I?" She fastened the next section in place before moving the ladder again. "If it means you'll stick around town for longer, I'm all for it."
"As long as me spending more time with your brother won't make you uncomfortable." What would I do if she was? She'd quickly become one of my closest friends, but my feelings for Connor and Riley were complicated at best.
The physical attraction was undeniable, but the emotional attraction grew quickly. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. At some point, did they expect me to choose between them? Could I? If they had to choose, would they choose me, or each other?
"I might question your life choices and taste in men, but you could do worse than either of them," she said. "Don't tell them I said that."
"My lips are sealed," I said.
"Of course they are." She stepped back to inspect her work so far. "Thanks for helping with this. The fall festival is one of the best times of the year. This place really comes to life. And we can have pumpkin spice everything."
"I can get behind that." As far as I was concerned, cinnamon and nutmeg were the taste of autumn. The perfect compliment to turning leaves.
I glanced across the street to where Fiona and Holly were putting up another string of lights. They were talking about something, and laughing.
"Can I ask you something?" I turned back to Whitney.
"Of course you can." She picked up the ladder and carried it over to the other side of the café's doorway.
Holding up the string of lights, I followed her carefully. "Riley and Connor, they're close."
