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“Please . . . ” she whimpered, tightening on him again.
“Xander,” he warned his brother. Time was running out.
Little brother pulled from her mouth with a soft pop. She cried out in wanting, then gasped when he appeared behind her. Xander fished around in his pants for the tube of lube. In seconds, he’d unscrewed the cap, coated his fingers with the stuff, and rimmed her back entrance. Another dollop and a rub of his fingers, and the lube coated his cock.
“Hold still, Javi. ”
He gritted his teeth and fought the urge to tell Xander to make it quick.
“Arch your back, baby. Push out at me and let me in. ”
“Both of you at once?” she whispered.
“Oh, yeah,” Xander drawled.
Javier nipped at her breast again. “Every day. ”
She sighed happily, then did as Xander demanded. Javier felt his brother sliding into place, a thin membrane separating them. Together, they filled the woman who would soon be their wife, the mother of their children. Together, they created the future, alternating slow pumps into her, whispering assurances, checking her comfort, spreading kisses all over her.
The crest rose up quickly again, and to his surprise Xander was with them. His brother held London’s hips. She pressed her breasts to his chest, ravaged his mouth with hers, tightening and screaming as orgasm washed over her. Javier felt the tension grab him by the balls. They were heavy, loaded, and as pleasure shimmied down his spine, converging right in the head of his cock, blood filled him. His heart pumped furiously. Fantasies of London pregnant and naked, love shining in her eyes as she waited for them, filled his thought.
God, this orgasm was going to blow him away. But he didn’t try to control it. He simply let go and gave everything to her. He growled out his release, his spine melting with ecstasy. Xander joined him with a harsh cry.
Then they fell into a heaping tangle of pants and perspiration. Between them, London giggled. “Clearly, you boys are going to be devoted to this baby-making thing. ”
“You have no idea. ” Javier brushed another kiss over her mouth and smiled up into her eyes.
“But we’ll be happy to show you,” Xander vowed, sliding his left hand over hers and looking at their rings on her finger.
Finally, they rose together and helped her into the shower. It was a cramped press, and Javier made a mental note to make sure that whatever house they settled into had a really big bathroom.
As Xander washed her back with gentle strokes and Javier lost himself in the sweet heat of her kiss, she stiffened. “Wait, guys . . . ”
Reluctantly, Javier lifted his head. “What, little one?”
“I-I don’t really want to move back to Los Angeles. I know you’re from there. I know your business is, too. ” She sighed. “But there’s so many bad memories for me there, and my mom . . . she would mean well, but she would hover and—”
“It’s all right,” he assured her as he turned her to face his brother, then slid a hand over her cunt again. Still swollen. Still wet. Always perfect.
He took hold of her hips, then turned her, bending her slightly. He slid into her from behind. She gasped and met his gaze over her shoulder. In that stare, he saw surprise . . . with a lingering bit of worry about her scars.
“Shh, I see all of you and you’re beautiful, London. You always will be. Wherever you want to live is fine. We’ll work the business around it, but this—” He eased into her pussy, up to the hilt. “This will always be home. ”
“For both of us,” Xander added. “Damn, I love to watch him fuck you, belleza. Take his cock, take our love. That’s it. ”
“I want to stay here. ” The tension was rising in her voice, then she began to cry out and push back, demanding more.
Javier gave it to her. “Who knew that when my brother shanghaied me to what I considered the ass crack of America that I’d actually find everything I could ever want. ”
“Thank you for doing that, Xander,” she breathed. “Thank you both. ”
“See, I was right. ” Xander grinned at him. “I hate to say I told you so, but . . . ”
“No, you don’t. But in this case, I have to thank you, too. ”
“You’re welcome. Now, shut up and fuck her faster. ”
“Piss off. You just want me to finish so you can have her again. ”
“Damn straight,” Xander cried, as if he’d voiced the obvious.
Between them, London laughed. “At this rate, we’re going to have to get married damn quick. ”
“Is tomorrow too soon?” his little brother suggested.
“Hmm . . . ” The sound was more pleasurable moan than thoughtful musing. “I can’t fly my mother out here that quickly and . . . oh God, that feels so good. Yes!” She tensed, and he noticed that Xander had a hand between her legs, no doubt helping her orgasm along.
“Then next weekend,” Xander insisted. “That gives us a few days to stay in bed. Alyssa, Tara, and Kata will no doubt be happy to plan a wedding. All you’ll have to do is show up and say ‘I do. ’”
London dug her nails into Xander’s thighs as she tightened around Javier’s cock. The swell of arousal reached a crest, this one less desperate, but a deep, powerful roar that rose up and crested inside him as he filled her with his seed again. God, he’d never get tired of that. It might be primitive, but it eased something inside him to know that he could make her his again and again.
He and Xander all but carried a limp London out of the shower and tucked her into bed. He kissed her softly, contentment like the thickest elixir sliding joy through his veins.
Xander had other ideas. The second she was on her back, he was inside her again, making love to her with his whole body, every slow, hard thrust of his cock making her body writhe. Making her whimper.
“Happy?” Javier asked her.
She nodded, her face an incoherent mask of pleasure, her eyes dazed and drunken with all the arousal they’d heaped on her all morning. And the day was still young.
“Yes,” she finally managed. “Very happy, Sir. ”
Damn it, now he wanted to fuck her again, too. He sighed. They probably needed to give her a break. And they would . . . eventually.
“Me, too, love. ”
“Oh God, count me in. So fucking happy. ” Xander gripped her and hammered into her pussy like a man possessed.
“See the way she’s turning rosy for you?” Javier said to his brother. “The way she’s lifting her lips to you? Go on, Xander. You know what to do. ”
“You just want her again. ”
“Always,” Javier bantered back, then looked London in the eyes. “You saved me, little one. You both did. And I love you two for it. Thank you. ”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, then panted toward orgasm.
“You’re welcome,” Xander drawled, then grinned at Javier. “Now fuck off. ”
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