Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“Do you realize how special you are?”

Cyn turned her head in surprise. Cooper’s voice had dropped a level and his soft tone held a meaning she didn’t understand. He brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing back a stray hair that had slipped from her bun. His touch was tender and she was tempted to close her eyes and savor the contact. His warm skin was a hell of a lot better than the cold plastic she was going to use to pleasure herself later this evening.

“I’m not special, Cooper.” She’d been fortunate to have been born into a life of privilege, but what good does wealth do a person if they let it consume them? Giving is what kept her soul at peace with itself. “Having money makes me no different than anyone else. The only thing it provides me with is the ability to have nice things,” Cyn confessed, about to pull away when he placed his thumb on her chin.

“No, Silk. You use that as a shield to make everyone think you don’t care. You always have,” Cooper said softly. “But we know you. We know that you are kind, thoughtful, compassionate, and sincere. You have a heart of glass and we want nothing more than to make sure it is never shattered. It might have been us that put a fracture in it years ago, but it’ll be us that will fill it with love if you let us.”

Cyn needed to move. She needed to leave the diner and go back to her room before she did something stupid. His promise of protecting her and shielding her from any more hurt was something she knew she craved more than life itself, but she also knew that wasn’t how life worked. Why did people insist on being sentimental? Didn’t they know that words didn’t need to be spoken? Elise and Shea understood how she operated. Why couldn’t Cooper and Brody?

“Please move,” Cyn whispered, looking frantically at the door.

“Why? So you can run?”

“Isn’t that what you did?” Cyn asked, countering his question. “You and Brody left me for the military. You chose that life over me.”

“We chose to create a life that would lead us back to you,” Cooper said harshly. “It was our only option, other than to live off of you. And don’t you dare say you would have been okay with that, because we wouldn’t have. For other men, maybe—but for us, it is our job to take care of you. We accomplished what we set out to do. Has it cost us you in the process? Only you can answer that, but we pray that you give us a chance to prove to you that our intentions are honorable.”

Cyn tore her gaze away from his and looked across at Brody. His expression was just as serious as Cooper’s and his eyes were filled with affection. They obviously hadn’t gotten the memo telling them she didn’t like sentimental crap like this. Hell, that was one of the main reasons why she never announced her good deeds, because that meant she would have to listen to how grateful someone was. And here they were, laying their emotions out on the table and expecting her to have some sort of reply. Her chest felt tight and she glanced at the door one more time. They weren’t really going to make her stay here and confess her well-guarded feelings, were they?

“Silk, talk to us,” Cooper urged, bringing her attention back to him. “Say something, so we aren’t left hanging.”

Her breathing went shallow and she blinked away moisture that was building up in her eyes. She looked from Cooper to Brody and then back again. Her chest was starting to hurt under the pressure of all the emotions they were making her feel, so she did the only thing she could. She kissed him.

Brody was glad that Cooper had decided to revise their plan. He didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary to have Cyn beneath him. They had talked over their strategy before heading to the B&B, pushing up their timeline. Deciding to lay it all on the line, Brody had let Cooper take the lead, knowing his brother was a hell of a lot better when it came to words.

Unlocking the front door of their house, Brody slammed open the door and flung his keys on the side table. Turning, he saw that Cooper had Cyn up against the porch railing, her red leather skirt hiked up to her waist. Was she wearing a red thong? Brody suppressed a groan and adjusted his jeans. Seeing them together was the most erotic sight and it brought back memories from when they had loved her together. Knowing they would need to get her body adjusted to taking both of them again, Brody took deep breaths to steady his mental state.

“Let’s get you inside,” Cooper said, lifting Cyn up and giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. The fact that she loved to wear stiletto heels was a bonus, according to Brody. Hell, everything she wore was becoming his weakness. “Brody, get the door.”

Cooper’s words made Brody tear his gaze away from Cyn’s smooth ass, which was now resting in his brother’s palms. With shaking hands, he slammed the door shut and proceeded after them through the kitchen and down the hallway to where Cooper’s bedroom was. He had taken the master bedroom, with plans for the three of them to share. Brody was staying in one of the smaller rooms, as he had never really needed all that much space. He was glad that Cooper had had the foresight to have ordered the special-made bed that was slightly larger than a king. It was perfect for the three of them.

Brody figured Cyn wasn’t the type to just lie there and let them love her, so when she lowered her legs down Cooper’s sides and started to unbutton his shirt, it came as no surprise. What did catch him off guard was when she got impatient halfway through and took the fabric in both hands and pulled. Buttons popped off, clicking on the hardwood floor.

“Slow down, Silk. We have all the time in the world,” Cooper said, trying to take her hands in his.

Cyn was having none of that. She pulled Cooper toward her and claimed his mouth. Needing to be a part of what they were doing, Brody quickly removed his clothing, not caring where they landed. He could think of nothing else but feeling her skin. The leather skirt and red thong would have to go. Coming up behind her, Brody reached for her sweater. Before he could pull it up over her breasts, she spun around and placed her hands on his chest. Brody had to close his eyes against the sensation because he’d been dreaming of this for so long.

“I want to taste you again,” Cyn whispered, her words causing him to open his eyes. There was longing in her brown eyes, something he was elated to see.

“Anything for you, Cyn,” Brody murmured back.

Her lips touched his and took him back to when they were teenagers—the softness in her kiss, the sweetness of her flavor, and the moistness of her tongue. Instead of the frantic foreplay that he had witnessed earlier, she seemed to have finally taken Cooper’s words to heart. Slowly, she explored the recesses of his mouth and he let her. For some reason, she felt she needed to control this moment and that was fine with him. He would give her the world if he could.

Brody felt her fingers trail down his chest and over his abdomen. Her fingernails lightly traced the line that led to his cock, which was now throbbing with the need to have her hand wrap around him. Instead of doing exactly that, Cyn bypassed his dick and cupped his balls. The feel of her warm hand surrounding his sac almost brought him to his knees.

Cyn tore her mouth from his and gradually made her way down his body. Her movements were graceful and sensual. Before her knees hit the hardwood, Cooper had taken the rest of his shirt off and had thrown it to the ground, cushioning her sensitive skin. Her skirt was still wrapped around her waist and Brody saw that his brother couldn’t resist following her to the ground. Right when he saw Cooper reach for her ass, Cyn’s mouth closed over his cock and he had to close his eyes.

“Fuck,” Brody said, the word practically hissing through his teeth.

The intense warmth of her mouth was overwhelming. She used her tongue to massage the underside of his cock. Lavishing it with her moisture, she managed to bring him to the brink of release within a matter of seconds. He grabbed a hold of her head, not caring that her hairpin went flying. He needed her to pull back and let him gather his control. She sucked harder.

“Cyn,” Brody said, his voice hoarse, “there’s only so much I can take and I want to be snug in your pussy when I come.”

“Let me see if I can distract her,” Cooper said.

Brody opened his eyes and watched as Cooper slid his hands under the strings of her thong. He felt Cyn hesitate, her suction lessening. Cooper brought the thong down to around her knees, leaving them there. He wrapped his hand around her stomach and down to her mound. Brody couldn’t see if she was bare, trimmed, or natural and he was grateful when Cooper told him so that he could imagine the sight.

“She’s bare, Brody, just the way we like our pussy.”

Cooper must have found her clit, because Cyn’s fingers dug into his ass cheeks. The movement had her pulling him closer to her, and his cock sank deeper into her throat. Her muscles closed around his tip as she swallowed, and he had to widen his stance to keep standing. His knees were weak, and his sac had drawn up into his body, indicating that it couldn’t hold his cum any longer. Brody did the only thing that he could do and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

* * * *

Cyn felt Cooper’s fingers slide between her folds. Brody’s cock was dangling in front of her, but he was holding her head in such a way that she couldn’t reach him with her mouth. In truth, she wasn’t sure she could do Brody justice right now, with Cooper massaging her clit. It had been way too long since she’d had sex and her clit loved the attention.

“Cooper, rub faster,” Cyn instructed. She still had a hold of Brody’s ass, which was a good thing, because she needed to be able to hold on to something.

“Do you like what he’s doing?” Brody asked, tilting her head so that she was looking up at him. His green eyes were dark with lust. She remembered how they became almost black when he found his release. She wanted to see that again.

“Yes,” Cyn said, her voice trembling. “Cooper, right there. Don’t move, please.”

“Too bad, Silk,” Cooper responded, removing his fingers from the engorged tissue. “We want you on the bed.”

Her entire body felt like it was about to go up in flames. One more stroke would have sent her over the edge and now her body craved it like it begged for chocolate on the first day of her period. Brody released her hair and took a hold of her hands, pulling her into a standing position. She felt her panties brush against the top of her feet and stepped out of them. Within seconds, both men had her undressed and standing naked between them.

“Make love to me,” Cyn pleaded, wanting that electrified feeling back.

She refused to think about what this meant. When Cooper had described how they felt about her at the diner, he had ramped up her emotions to the point where she couldn’t use words to explain what she felt. Kissing him had seemed the logical thing to do at the time, regardless of his warning that it would mean something more than she was willing to give. Now wasn’t the time to analyze the situation, so she pushed aside the warning bells that were going off inside her head and mentally covered them with a soundproof lid.

Brody led her to the massive bed against the far wall, and she took a moment to look around her. The room fit them to a tee, with its masculine furniture and dark wood. There were browns and reds throughout the area, including the pictures that were hanging on the wall. The huge mirror on the dresser showed them as they walked by. Cyn saw that her hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was tousled from Brody’s handling.

“Up you go,” Brody instructed, helping her crawl onto the bed. It wasn’t only massive, but it was also tall. Instead of letting her use the wooden stepladder that was located on the side of the bed, Brody lifted her up. She used her hands and knees to make her way to where the luxurious pillows were. When she rolled over, the goose feathers that filled the fabric cushioned her head. Cyn liked their style more and more. “Spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”

Cyn obliged, wanting to see his expression when he saw her body splayed out for his taking. They had known her physically as a teenage girl. As a woman, her body had filled out in all the right places. Cyn knew she had an attractive figure, but it never hurt to have a man show his appreciation. Leaning her legs to the side, Cyn glided her hands down her body. Cooper had joined his brother at the end of the bed, having shed his remaining clothes. Both men watched as she used her fingers to open herself wide.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Silk, seeing you like this is heaven,” Cooper said, taking his cock in his hand. Pulling, he stroked it several times until she saw the glistening of his pre-cum. “Lick your fingers.”

Cyn lifted her hand and licked her middle finger only. Knowing what he wanted, she placed it on her clit, making little circles like Cooper had done earlier. She kept up the motion and would have given herself an orgasm if Brody’s voice hadn’t interrupted.

“Finger yourself.”

It felt as if her body was floating and it took everything Cyn had to keep her eyes half opened, not wanting to miss their expressions. Her touch felt so good. Not as wonderful as theirs, she admitted, but it would get the job done. She didn’t want to stop the rhythm she had flowing, but the heat in their expression changed her mind. Her juices were flowing and her middle and index finger slipped right inside her passageway. The muscle immediately clamped down, eliciting a throaty moan from her that rang out in the room.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Cooper asked, his voice just as harsh.