“Oh yeah,” I ask, “what’s that?”
Asher steps forward, braces his hands on either side of my shoulders, backs me up until I’m pressed against the front door. “What’d I say about worrying you’re too much for us?” he asks.
I think back to that first time we were together, him putting my leg over his shoulder and growling at the idea he couldn’t handle my size. “That you were going to fuck me against the front door to prove a point.”
“A vow’s a vow,” Brayden says.
Asher skims one hand up my thigh, under the hem of my skirt, to where I’m not just wet—I’m already soaking. “First, these have to come off.” He peels down my panties, then hitches my legs around his waist, fingers already undoing the button and zipper of his pants. He shoves them down just enough until his cock is notched against my entrance. “Does it feel like I can’t handle you?”
I shake my head. “No.” Though it comes out breathy.
“It sounds like she might need some more convincing,” Brayden says. He’s next to us, watching, close enough I can lean to kiss him, so I do.
Midway through the kiss, Asher adjusts me, pushing inside, his cock buried deep. I’m held up by his strength and the solidity of our front door. He fucks me hard, until I can feel him everywhere, in my pussy, in the back of my throat. Underneath my sternum, right next to my heart.
“You are not too much,” he says. “It’s just you’ve been with weak men before.”
Men whose faces all smudge together in memory, blur away, erased, driven out by Asher’s cock inside me and Brayden’s hands caressing my face, the two of them taking up my entirefield of view. Tears start to gather in the corners of my eyes—not ones of desperation or overwhelm. Happiness, like I have so much inside me it needs to flow out. “I’m close,” I say.
Then Asher stops. Pins me with a look. “You don’t get to come until you promise us.” He thrusts once, hard, enough to draw a whine.
“Promise what?” I gasp.
“That you won’t talk aboutour wifethat way.”
“Will it get me fucked like this?” I tease.
“Sav.” Brayden says it seriously. “I love you—welove you. But we can’t love you more than you love yourself.”
My heart doesn’t just pulse; my entire body does, enough that Asher growls, drives into me deeper, kisses me and whispers the words on my lips. “We love you,” he says, like he doesn’t think I believe him.
“That’s the first time you’ve said it.”
Brayden shakes his head. “That’s the first time we’ve said itout loud.” Because he’s right—we’ve said it to each other in a hundred different ways. But hearing those words matters, the way Asher is holding me up matters. The way they’re looking at each other matters.
“I love you too,” I say, because it’s true, because the words have been inside me for so long it feels wrong to keep holding them in. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
I lean down, press my mouth to Asher’s neck, the curling black line of his tattoo, the scarring underneath. “You don’t have to—” he begins.
“I love you,” I say. “All of you, including the parts of yourself you think are unlovable.”
Asher comes, then, swiftly, franticly, fucking me against the door, filling me, leaving my pussy soaking. He sets me back down and I only have a moment of my feet touching the floorbefore Brayden lifts me, peels down his underwear and shoves into me with one beautiful brutal stroke.
He cups a hand on my low belly, bears down as he fucks his way inside me, lighting up every nerve. “Bray—” I gasp, the words just beyond me.
He grins and hitches me up higher, body strong against mine. “I love the way you look when I’m inside you,” he says. “I love all the noises you make. I love how you lose control. I love your pretty little pussy all filled with his come. I love how much you make me want to be better so I can love you that much more.”
My legs start to shake, my orgasm overwhelming me, a sea that rises and crests and threatens to pull me under. Brayden’s hips convulse and as he comes, he thrusts hard enough that I’m going to feel it tomorrow, that I’ll wake up in the morning and know that he and Asher were mine and I was theirs.
He puts me down on shaky legs, and doesn't wait. Spins me around and drops to his knees, face pressed to my ass and pussy, licking me clean, two fingers hooked inside me coaxing another impossible climax from me.
After, we all stand there for a moment, our breathing filling the front hallway. My legs are still shaking. Before I can sink down, Asher catches me, arms around me. We stumble over to the couch, Asher setting me gently down, the two of them on either side of me, holding me up.
“I think I got the message,” I say once I catch my breath.
“Think?” Asher says, and he leans to press a gentle kiss to my lips and another to Brayden’s.
“We’ll have to do that all again tomorrow,” I say. “Just to be sure.”
