Page 37 of Broken Love

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I cup Windsor’s face in my hands. Her arms are wrapped around her legs, trapped between us. “Fuck, no, sweetheart. You mean the world to me…to us. I love you more than I ever thought I could, but the fact you’ve been hurt so deeply, and we haven’t been able to do a damn thing is eating at me, and I have to wonder if you’re better off without us.”

Tears stream freely down her cheeks. “That should be my choice.” Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with heartbreak.

“Sweetheart.” Pressing my head to hers, I close my eyes. “I wish that were true.”

“Don’t fuck this up, Tucker.” Tanner’s snarled warning leaves me empty inside.

“Do you mean it, Tuck?” Windsor asks, pulling away from me.

Do I? That’s the question of the day.

I’m shaking my head before I speak. “No. I don’t. But I want you to have options outside of us.” The tormented words tear from my throat. “What happened today never should have. We locked this building down last night, and still, that asshole was able to harass you.”

A merciless laugh breaks past her lips as she looks at me like I’m nuts. “Do you honestly believe that’s the first time I’ve had to deal with a man like him?” I blink twice before sharing a look with Tanner. “You have no idea, do you?” We both shake our heads as Tanner moves in next to me, reaching out a hand and placing it on the top of her foot.

“Explain it to us,” Tanner asks quietly.

“Men do that to women all the time. Especially if we’re alone. Have you never noticed a single woman avoid being near you?” Contemplating that, I nod. I didn’t think much of it at the time, however. “We do that. We separate ourselves from being in small spaces with men because too many take advantage and believe what that guy did today. That a simple look or a friendly response is an invitation for more when it’s just a girl's way of trying to avoid confrontation.”

Inhaling sharply, her words hit like a ton of bricks falling from our castle in the sky, shattering the illusion that all men think the way we do. Women should be cherished. Learning they don’t is like a bucket of ice water pouring over me until hypothermia sets in.

“Jesus, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I’ll never understand the predatory mindset of men.

“So when I tell you I want this with you two, I mean it, Tucker. You don’t get to run away from me because some asshole can’t handle being told no. You don’t get to do that to me, especially after you tell me you love me.” The conviction in her voice grows, and I can’t help but be proud of her.

Gripping the sides of her face, I drag Windsor forward and gently claim her lips, giving her time to pull away if she chooses. She doesn’t, and I soar with gratitude that this woman wants us as profoundly as we want her.

Crawling onto the bed, I take her down to her back so I’m lying over the top of her. I feel Tanner grasping her pants and pulling them from her body. I don’t hesitate to push my shorts off as our tongues tangle in her mouth. Slipping a hand between us, she’s soaked and ready for me.

I don’t waste a second sliding my aching dick between her folds, all the way inside her tight pussy. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be in the world than exploring her body, especially when I pull away and she lets out a little sigh of contentment with a stunning smile on her face.

“I love the feel of you.” She caresses my face as her legs hike up my hips, holding me in place.

Kissing along her jaw, I suck on her throat before asking, “How about the feel of both of us?” She sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes go wide as I pull back.

Licking her lips, her gaze shifts between us before she nods eagerly. “I’d really like that.” Rolling over so she’s hovering above me, her body drops down until we’re wholly connected, and I’m deeper inside her body than I’ve ever been.

Tanner

As soon as Tucker flipped over, I headed to the bathroom, anticipating what was about to happen, and my dick was so hard I felt like I was about to nut any minute. Seeking out the fresh bottle of lube we’d bought for our trip with Windsor, I bring it back to the bedroom before removing my clothes and climbing onto the bed.

Dropping the bottle next to Tucker’s legs, I hold Windsor’s hips as she slowly moves up and down my brother’s dick. Pressing my chest to her back, I know she feels my hard length against her when she lets out a moan and reaches a hand back to grip my neck.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like this.” Peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder, I bite gently, leaving tiny bruises she’ll carry for a few days. “I need you to understand that once I’m in this ass, Windsor, there’s no turning back. No running away for any of us.” She nods, but she’s too lost in her pleasure. “This is as binding as saying our vows as far as I’m concerned,” I growl in her ear until she pauses and turns her head to meet my eyes.

Chewing her lip, it’s obvious she wants to say something. “Forever?”

“Yes,” I hiss when she brings my hand down to play with her swollen clit.

Closing her eyes, her body arches as an orgasm crashes through her. Tuck’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he strains to hold onto his control and not succumb to her delightful body before we take her together.

“I like forever,” she finally sighs as her body collapses onto Tuck’s chest.

“Good, because it was forever, anyway,” Tucker growls into her hair as he holds her so I can ready her for my dick to slide into her sweet ass.

The silence in the room is punctuated every so often by the soft sounds of Windsor moaning and sighing from the light touches of my brother and the way I can’t stop running my fingers across her body—admiring her pale perfection and needing to mark her.

Grabbing the lube, I pop the top and squeeze a small amount onto two fingers. Using one hand to steady her lower back and push her down, Tucker brings his hands back and spreads her cheeks for me. “Fuck.” The word is torn from me. I’ve been an ass-man my entire adult life, and seeing her tight pink rosebud has my mouth watering for a taste.

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