Married to the Beasts (Sin City Beasts #4)

by Stephanie Brother

I bend to look at her face. “Is that what you want? If so, I’ll arrange it, but I’d like to stay married.” She’s biting her lip, but her body settles into mine again, so I continue. “I’d like you to stay for a while and see where things go.” “I’d like that, too,” Bron adds. Rafe clears his throat, then says, “Yeah.” She’s silent for several seconds, then asks, “Do the three of you … always share a bed?”

“Only when we’re sharing a woman.” There’s another long silence before Hazel asks, “And is that something you do regularly … share women?” “We have in the past.” Pretty frequently, in fact, especially when we were starting out, but no need to mention that right now. “But it’s true that nothing happened last night. My brothers are into you, and last night, you seemed to be into them, too, so that’s how we all ended up in one bed, even though it was just to sleep.”

“If you’re interested in my brothers, I’m not going to be greedy and keep you all to myself,” I say. “I see your sister’s in a poly relationship, so I figure it’s no big deal.” “Is that what this is, a poly relationship?” “This can be whatever you want.”

“It isn’t just about sex,” Bron says, “not by a long shot, but the three of us can make you feel real good.” He slides one of his hands up her leg, past her knee, toward the bottom of her dress, and I give him a warning look, not because I’m possessive, but because Hazel isn’t ready for this.

Hazel sits up, shifting into a position where she can see my face, as well as my brothers’. “This whole situation, waking up married to someone I just met, doesn’t seem real. It’s true that I’m attracted to all of you, but I’m not sure I can stay.” The way my stomach sinks takes me by surprise. “I was only in Vegas for the night. I live with my mom a few hours from here, and she’s probably worried about me. My younger sister is there, too, and I feel like I need to be there to help out. I can’t just run off …”

I must have been drunk enough last night to be more impulsive than usual when I asked her to marry me, but I’m glad I did. She’s stunningly beautiful, of course, but there’s something about her that makes me feel calm.

Last night, she was just a woman having fun, and today, she’s more concerned about her family than she is about what we can do for her. But we can do a lot for her, and I’m looking forward to it.

“You think she’s a virgin?” Rafe asks. When I shrug, he arches a brow. “The idea of a virgin has never appealed to me, but fuck if I don’t love the thought of showing her how good it can be.”

She spreads her legs for me, and my cock goes hard when I see she’s not wearing anything beneath the pink lace. Knowing she was waiting for us and wanting this makes it even better. Before I can fully dive in, though, she scoots backward. “You’ve all been making me feel good, but I don’t want things to only go one way. I want to make you feel good, too.” Conal starts to say something, but she continues. “Will you all teach me what you like best?” Fuck. My cock is not only hard now, but threatening to burst out of my jeans. I don’t just want that pussy. I need that pussy.

When my fingers finally slide over her clit, she comes in a matter of seconds, her hand grasping for my arm as the waves overtake her. Before she’s fully through it, I kneel in front of her and eat her out, taking her over the edge again, loving how her cries fill the tiled stall. While I was still standing, her eyes kept going to my cock, which is now throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I’d love to fuck her gasping mouth, but I’ll save that for another time. I should make this more romantic, but I can’t wait any longer. I turn her around, brace her hands against the wall, and ease my cock inside her wet pussy as slowly as I can. She starts to moan before I’m fully buried, and it takes powerful self-control to hold back. I pull damp strands of her hair back from her shoulder. “You okay?” She nods quickly. “Yeah, good. It’s just … wow.” “Keep breathing. Relax.” I cup one of her breasts in my palm and pinch her nipple between my fingers. When her inner muscles soften, I ease in further, slowly, slowly, until my hips press against her ass.

I cover the back of her body with mine and lean in close. “Can you take more, babe?” When she nods and lets out a ragged breath, I lift one of her legs and push in deeper. “Fuck me, Conal,” she says, and my god, I could fall in love with this woman. I rub my finger over her clit in time with my thrusts until she starts to come apart again. “Oh! Oh, fuck!” Her cries, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the scent of her filling the shower, the incredible sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping me like a vise—all of it spurs me on even when I want this to last forever. All too soon, lightning shoots down my spine and my balls tighten. “Oh, shit!” I don’t know where the clarity comes from, but not a second too soon, I realize I’m not wearing a condom. Hastily, I pull out just as I start to come like a volcano, thick threads of cum erupting out of me, streaking Hazel’s backside with white. Fuck. I always use protection, always. I can’t believe I forgot, and I doubt my sweet little virgin bride is on birth control. Correction: Formerly-virgin. I don’t buy into the concept of virginity as some sort of virtue or prize, but it feels damn good to know I was the first one to give her this experience. More shocking than the fact that I went ungloved is the sudden realization that the thought of Hazel pregnant with my kid doesn’t bother me. At all. In fact, a part of me I didn’t know existed until right this minute is silently rooting for her to get knocked up. Turning Hazel ...

“I got carried away in there.” I nuzzle her neck as I slip a hand inside her robe. “Mmm, I’m glad you did.” “I forgot to put on a condom, honey, and I never forget. You’ve got me so distracted.” “I do?” “You have no idea.” I strum my fingers along her thigh, but intentionally keep them closer to her knee. “Are you on birth control?” She shakes her head, her eyes widening. “Fuck, I’m sorry, but I pulled out before I came, and I was just tested recently, so I’m all clear. My brothers are too. Rafe makes sure we stay on top of that shit.” She nods, her body relaxing again. “Maybe I should get on the pill or something, so we don’t have to worry about it.” “I won’t fuck up again. You don’t have to worry.” “Still, it’d be nice … with no condom.” I groan and pull her into a tight hug. “You’re gonna have to stop talking about it, or I’m gonna keep you in bed all day.” “I wouldn’t mind.” She giggles, then squeals as I hold her tighter still. “How are you feeling, by the way?” I brush my hand lightly over her pussy—over the robe, since I don’t trust myself. “I feel okay. I might be a little sore, but overall, I feel incredible.”

“Did you have a good day?” We’re curled up so close in my little bed that Conal’s mouth is right next to my ear. “Yes. You?” “Mm-hm. Your mom is great.” “She is.” “You’re pretty great, too.” He cups my breast in his hand, then heads south, his fingers slipping into my underwear. “Don’t you dare do anything that’ll make me be noisy. Everyone will be able to hear us.” “That sounds like a you problem, babe.” He chuckles softly and continues to torment me, but at a languid pace. My orgasm builds up slowly, and rocks through me like a dream.

“Can I take care of that?” “You don’t have to do that, babe.” Instead of answering, I pull the sheet back, peel off his boxer briefs and wrap my mouth around his tip, swirling and flicking my tongue and teasing the ridge. “Babe.” The word is a low, tortured groan. I pop my mouth off his cock just long enough to say, “Sounds like a you problem, babe.”