Page 76 of Her Sweet Surrender
“I can speak as a mother. I know to the depths of my soul that Kylie would never want you to abandon your baby.”
“I wasn’t supposed to do this on my own!”
“I know,” Brie said with compassion. “None of this was supposed to happen…but you can’t give up on the one thing Kylie loved even more than you.”
Fire flashed in Faelan’s eyes, and he said in a cold voice, “Go away.”
“Faelan, I—”
“Not another word, Brie,” he warned. “Leave me the fuck alone and tell Asher to do the same.”
When she didn’t move, he pointed his finger. “Go now!”
Brie knew she’d hit a nerve, but she desperately hoped he would consider what she’d said. Turning away she headed back to the gravesite, her heart heavier than before.
Instead of going to Marquis Gray’s house that night, Brie returned home feeling bereft.
She sat on the couch hugging her pillow for hours, completely unaware of her surroundings—lost in her sadness.
Sir finally broke through the haze, holding his hand out to her. “Come. Let your men love you.”
Brie looked up to see Rytsar standing beside him.
Taking Sir’s hand, Brie was pulled into his arms and the two men walked her to the bedroom.
They undressed her with gentle hands. Once naked, Sir picked her up and carried her to the bed. Both Sir and Rytsar quietly shed their clothes and joined her.
Brie felt dangerously empty—as if she were a black hole of sorrow that could consume them if they got too close.
But neither man hesitated, requiring nothing of her as they caressed her body and left trails of kisses over her skin. They were so tender in their lovemaking that it brought tears to her eyes.
“Let it out,radost moya,” Rytsar murmured, kissing her on the lips.
Brie resisted, unwilling to submit herself to the pain, but Rytsar would not let it consume her. He slowly pressed his cock into her, filling the void in her soul.
His strokes were slow and measured—his touch tender and sweet—but she looked up at him, too numb to respond.
Never breaking eye contact with her, Rytsar rolled with Brie so they were lying on their side. Sir spooned against her, pressing his lubricated shaft into her tight resistance as he whispered. “I love you.”
Brie closed her eyes, the tears squeezing through her eyelids despite her best efforts to keep them back.
The men were persistent in their love, drawing her in with their need to connect with her. There finally came a point when she could no longer resist them, and everything she’d held back came bubbling out.
“Da,” Rytsar growled in encouragement when the tears began to fall freely.
Soon, Brie began sobbing as she gave in to their lovemaking, needing the emotional connection that taking both men at the same time created.
It sustained her as she gave in to the uncertainty and pain caused by Kylie’s death. They rode out her sorrow with her, unified as one so she could bear the devastating weight of it.
The torment of her grief was matched by the strength of their love. In that way, she withstood the tidal wave that engulfed her.
Afterward, she lay in their arms, their spent cocks still buried deep inside her. She was emotionally exhausted, but her heart was less heavy. She turned her head and gazed up at the ceiling in silence, indebted to them both for their intervention.
Brie eventually broke the silence, needing to voice her thoughts to them. “Faelan is facing my greatest fear…” She turned to look at Sir, her brows furrowed in pain. “I will never forget how terrified I was when I thought I was losing you.”
Sir stared at her, his eyes full of compassion. “But you stayed strong.”
Feeling profound guilt, she confessed, “I was no different than Faelan, Sir. I ignored everything, including our child…”
