Page 88 of The Third Son


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Oh, fuck.

Tanner slid under her. Facing Arien away from him, his hands on her hips, he guided her down onto his thick cock.

“Look at that.” Kellan got between their legs, placing her feet up on his brother’s thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”

Hands squeezed her breasts from below. Tanner pinched her nipples. He fucked her while his brother watched, jerking himself in front of her.

He reached out, his thumb rubbing over her clit. Up and down. Up and down. Then he leaned over and kissed her there.

Kellan licked and suckled at her clit, his brother inside her. Limbs shaking, Arien fell back against Tanner’s chest.

“Want us both, wife?”

“Oh, God.” She could barely speak. “Yes.”

And four of his fingers, along with Tanner’s cock, were wedged inside her gushing pussy.

“Fuckkkk.”

“C’mon, baby cakes, I wanna see this sweetness dripping off my wrist.”

“God,” Arien repeated the word again and again, her voice climbing an octave with each delicious stroke.

Just when she thought she was going to explode, Kellan pulled his hand away. Licking her wetness from his fingers, he tipped his chin at his brother and lay down beside her.

Gently, Tanner positioned her, straddling her trembling legs over Kellan’s middle. Rubbing her shoulders, he leaned over from behind, kissing the skin beneath her ear. “You got this, pretty girl. I love you.”

His palms rubbing her nipples, Kellan proclaimed the same, then kissing her, he pushed himself inside. Fingers squeezing the breath from her throat, he fucked her, saying the words, “I love you,” over and over.

Tanner gripped her bottom, his wet tip poking at her cheek, his thumb circling the hole. That’s not the entrance he took, though. He went lower, stuffing his dick inside with Kellan’s.

Sweet fuck.

So full. If felt so strange, yet so incredibly wonderful, filled up with the two men she loved.

Kellan put her arm behind her back. Tanner held it, and gripping her hip with the other, he and his brother found their rhythm.

It was glorious.

Savannah Mason, wherever you are, I hope you’re living your best life.

Because fuck that world outside the gate. No one should have to hide in the girls’ bathroom or walk down the hall in shame. Loving them both was right and beautiful and perfect.

A heart can’t lie.

This would never feel wrong.

Arien was where she’d always ache to be.

Between the cowboys who loved her.

Arien sat Benjamin in his swing. Waving his little fists, he grinned a gummy smile, swaying back and forth, while she and Grams unpacked the groceries for Thanksgiving dinner. Just shy of six months old, they needed to keep him occupied somehow to complete the task. And if they were really lucky, he might fall asleep in it and nap.

The island, and every square inch of counter space, was taken up by bags and boxes that needed sorting. “All this for one meal.”

“Looks like we brought the whole store home.” Grams chuckled, pulling her shoulder-length curls through a hair tie. A few strands escaped it, framing her flawless face.

“You ain’t kidding.” Arien blew out a breath, delving through a bag of produce. “I don’t remember there being so much last year.”

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