Page 20 of Treasured

Creed

I've been lustingafter Tracy all night. Hell, I've been like a horny goat whenever I thought about her for the last six years. Now, it's finally going to happen. We're going to claim our mate. I can hardly believe it's true. But here she is, in our house, in the master bedroom that we nearly turned into a weight room.

As much as I was angry at Maxine for forcing us to go over to her house and crawl around in her disgusting attic, I can't help but feel grateful to her now. Tracy gazes up at us with such trust in her eyes I vow to myself that I will always strive to be worthy. Worthy of her.

It's not as though Jake and I have discussed how to go about doing this. But somehow, instinctively, we know what to do and work in tandem.

I bend down to kiss Tracy. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. She opens her mouth to me and the kiss deepens. Her hair is splayed out on the bed behind her and I run my fingers through it.

She reaches up, grabs my braid and gives a slight tug. Fucking hell. My cock throbs with the sensation of her taking hold of me like that. I can only imagine what it will be like when she wraps her hand around my cock.

The kiss ends and I gaze into her eyes. So beautiful and soulful.

Jake has his hands sliding up the insides of her thighs. He's already got her shoes off because I heard them clunking on the floor as he tossed them aside. Tracy’s dress looks beautiful on her, but I'm sure it will look even better on the floor next to her shoes.

I ease her up and open the zipper at the back of her dress allowing it to fall forward down her shoulders. She looks at me somewhat hesitantly and I pause. “I know you've never done this before, Tracy. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though. We’ll figure this out together.”

She pauses for a moment and smiles up at me. “I know in my mind that I should feel shy about this and I do a little bit, but mostly I just want to be with you. For you to touch me and for me to touch you. Everywhere.”

Jake and I both release strangled moaning sorts of sounds at her words.

“Oh God,” Jake says, his voice thick. “I want that more than anything. Let us love you, Tracy. Let us show you how it can be for the three of us together.”

For two brothers who have done nothing but have cross words and angry glances recently, Jake and I are of one mind. Tracy's pleasure. She wriggles out of her dress and my hands skim down the length of her arms. Jake slides the dress off her hips and tosses it onto the floor. She's wearing only her bra and panties and I cannot take my eyes off of her. My gaze rakes over her, taking in every inch of her beautiful creamy flesh. She's ours. Finally. Our mate is here with us. Where she belongs.

“Sort of seems like the two of you are wearing way too many clothes. Don't you think?” Tracy glances at us. We're both leaning over her on the bed. She reaches up and starts opening the buttons on Jake’s shirt. Rather than being overwhelmed with jealousy that she's touching him instead of me, I take the opportunity to slide off the bed and strip down to my boxers. They hardly leave anything to the imagination since my cock is rock hard, the tip of it protrudes from the waistband of my shorts, but I figured we should try to take things slow.

I guess no one told my cock that.

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Jake

Tracy's hands work the buttons of my shirt and then she yanks it from the waistband of my jeans pulling it down my shoulders, capturing my arms. She leans up and kisses me while my arms are trapped by my shirt. Sure, I'm much stronger than she is and could easily get out of this situation, but why would I? I like the way she’s taking charge. She won't have that opportunity for long, but it’s good to know that she's comfortable asserting herself with me.

Our kiss ends and she looks up, her eyes gazing at my face and then her view goes lower down my neck toward my chest. And she stops, reaching up with her fingers to touch the necklace I wear.

“Is this?” She gapes at me with wonder. Her fingers skim over the chain until she touches the ring that hangs there. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes. It's the engagement ring we wanted to give you. I've worn it around my neck ever since then. I just wanted to have something to give me hope that we would all be together again someday. Even at those times when it seemed pointless. We tried to move on, but like we told you, we were useless at it. Now I know why. You're the one for us. Only you.”

I'm tempted to reach around, unhook the chain from my neck and put the ring on her finger, but I remember how she reacted before. We were moving too fast, she'd said back then. And even though things seem very different now, that old hurt resurfaces. The wound of her rejection opens up again slightly and so I leave the ring where it is. For now.

“Wow,” Tracy says. “Thank you. That's about the sweetest thing I've ever heard.”

Tracy continues removing my shirt and it ends up in the heap next to the bed. I look over and Creed has stripped down to his boxers.

While I finish undressing, Creed straddles our girl. She looks down at his cock and then she slips her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. “These seem kind of pointless, don't you think?”

“I was trying to take things slow,” Creed says.

Tracy laughs. “I think we're kind of past that point, aren't we?” She stares boldly at him until he slips his boxers down his legs and kicks them away. For someone who’s never done this before, Tracy sure knows what she wants.

As I watch, she takes hold of his cock between both her hands. She's tentative at first, but then her confidence grows.

“I've often imagined what this would be like,” she says with a sigh. “It’s much better than anything I ever dreamed of.”

“It's better than anything I've ever dreamed of too,” Creed says. He leans down and kisses her.

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