“Why is that?” he asked then changed his mind. “No, forget it. Nothing matters but how we feel and what we all want. You feel it, too. You want us, want more of how we make you feel.”

  “I don’t know if I can have sex with you.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  The tear escaped her eye.

  “Someone…someone hurt me,” she whispered, and her voice cracked.

  Watson felt instantly sick to his stomach and mad. So angry that he stepped closer and cupped her cheek.

  “Who? When?” he asked.

  “Not too long ago. Things aren’t over yet.”

  “You mean you’re still involved with him?” Dell barked at her.

  “No, no, I’m not. It’s complicated because he hurt me so much, and I can’t move on. Well, I thought I couldn’t move on and that there was no end to the loneliness and the pain, but then you three came along, and it’s like nothing else matters, but I’m not whole. I don’t know how to explain it. I’m ruining this.” She tried to wiggle from his arms.

  “No. This is right, and we can make you feel good and to forget about the pain he caused you,” Fogerty said, obviously not wanting to let her go, and he walked her to the stairs and right to his bedroom.

  Watson glanced at Dell as they followed, and he could tell that Dell was angry and concerned, as well. There was more to Amelia than they knew right now, but it obviously didn’t matter because they all wanted to make love to her and claim her.

  * * * *

  Fogerty was feeling way too much. He had questions, and he wanted answers, but he wanted Amelia to be his. He wanted to share her with his brothers and protect her from this guy, whoever he was and however he seemed to be able to control her still. It was obvious she was battling between wanting them and giving in to the desire and still maybe feeling vulnerable and emotional about what had happened to her. He would get his answers, but first, he wanted to prove to her that real men knew how to love a woman right.

  He set her feet down on the rug and reached for her shorts. She gripped his wrists. He shook his head. “Put him out of your head. We’ll deal with that later. Right now my brothers and I are going to show you how real men love their woman.” He undid her shorts and pressed them and her panties down as tears hit her eyes.

  “Oh God,” she said, panting.

  “Easy, baby. Nice and slow. We won’t ever hurt you. Never,” Dell said and stepped in behind her and kissed her neck.

  She closed her eyes, and Fogerty lifted her foot to step from her sneakers and shorts then the other, and then he lifted her thigh high and slid fingers to her cunt.

  “Fogerty!” she cried out and came. Just like that, she came.

  “Sweet. So fucking responsive and sweet for us. You’re going to be our woman, Amelia,” Watson said, and he and Dell began to undress her the rest of the way. Then Watson kissed her lips as Fogerty stroked her cunt.

  “Your body knows, baby. It will learn our touch, our caresses, and our cocks.” He pressed a soft kiss to her belly. Everything meant so much. Every kiss, every touch, ever gaze of their eyes, it all was overpowering to Fogerty, and he knew this was different and real.

  “Condoms, do we need them?” Watson asked.

  “Oh God, maybe you should. If you’re active. I was only with—“

  “Shhh. No name, no talking about him or mentioning him. You are ours.” Fogerty nipped her breast as he thrust his fingers faster.

  “Oh!” She came again.

  “Condoms?” Dell pushed for an answer.

  “I have an IUD,” she panted.

  “One at a time.” Fogerty slid his fingers from her cunt, and Watson took over. He pulled her into his arms as Fogerty got undressed. Watson laid her on the bed and spread her thighs as Dell lay on her side and cupped her breast. He leaned over her, and Fogerty watched in anticipating.

  “You’re everything we’ve ever wanted in a woman, a lover, a mate. We won’t hurt you ever. Know that, Amelia. Trust us.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She reached up and held his head and kissed him back, and Fogerty felt relieved. She would accept his, accept them, and they would make her their woman tonight.

  She was so beautiful. Her long blonde hair was still pulled back in that ponytail, but strands were wild and loose by her neck. Her gorgeous blue eyes held his as Dell released her lips and then kissed along her breast and down to her thigh.

  Watson licked her cunt, and she gasped, tilted her pelvis up, and reached down, but Dell took her hands. “Put them above your head. Accept our control, and the connection we have.” He raised her arms up and kissed along them then down to her hip.

  Watson plunged his tongue into her cunt and then slid it along her hip. Dell licked along her pussy lips and then plunged his tongue into her cunt, and she shivered and shook. All the while Fogerty stroked his thick, hard cock, holding her gaze.

  “Want us?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said, and he was so fucking relieved. His brothers continued to kiss her skin and her breasts, moving on either side of her on the bed, and Fogerty lowered down and gripped her hips so her ass and pussy hung over the edge of the bed, and he stared at her glistening cunt. She tilted her hips upward.

  “Fogerty, Dell, Watson, oh God, please. Please don’t hurt me. Please let this be real.”

  Fogerty’s chest tightened.

  “Oh, it’s real. As fucking real as it gets.” He slid his palms against her inner thighs, spreading her before he lowered his mouth and feasted on her cunt. She pushed against his mouth, and he trailed his tongue out of her pussy, between her pussy lips, and then over her anus. She nearly shot up off the bed.

  “Such a nice tight bud,” he whispered, blowing warm breath against both holes and then exploring her with fingers and tongue. He slid his tongue back over her asshole. She shivered.

  “Oh.” She moaned.

  “I’m coming in, Amelia,” he told her and then pushed the tip of his cock against her pussy and began to slowly push into her cunt. She was super tight, very warm and wet, but he had a thick, hard cock, and she was petite.

  “Let him in. Let him claim you his woman,” Dell said, and Watson pinched her nipple as Dell licked and sucked on her other nipple. As soon as Fogerty worked his cock into her cunt, she cried out, tilted her hips upward, and he thrust all the way in.

  “Fuck,” he exclaimed, panting for breath. She actually took his breath away. Fogerty gripped her hips, and his brothers moved to the side to watch and wait their turn. Even that turned him on. They would share Amelia, claim her together and make her their woman. Their worlds were about to change forever.

  He thrust and thrust, and she cried out and grabbed onto his arms when he lowered over her completely. He cupped her cheeks and saw the tears in her eyes and a stray tear fall.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, and she was all choked up.

  “No. You feel incredible, Fogerty. I feel too much,” she said, and he shook his head.

  “Never too much. Let go, baby, and we’ll catch you.”

  * * * *

  Amelia was in heaven. She felt as if the binds that had held her down and made her fear living and moving on in her life were cut away. Here she was making love to Fogerty, knowing that Dell and Watson were next. She was going to be in a ménage relationship, and nothing else mattered but them. She let go as he asked, and she absorbed every sensation. The way his thick, hard cock felt as if it penetrated her womb. He was so big, and one look at Dell and Watson and she knew they were, too. She couldn’t even think straight as the feelings consumed her with every stroke of Fogerty’s cock and every kiss from his lips. She ran her hands along his arms and to his neck and tilted up toward him as he suckled against her throat. She felt free, alive, and she let her orgasms take her away.

  “I’m there, woman. Your body is so hot, your response so powerful, you fucking got me.” He thrust again and again, and she held his gaze as she watched him come inside of her. She saw the veins by his eyes pulsate, the fine wrinkles by his eyes, sexy, seasoned, tighten, and then he came. He kissed her thoroughly, and she hugged him tight.

  “It’s only the beginning. Now let Watson and Dell claim you as their woman, too.” He trailed his mouth along her neck then over her breast as he eased his cock from her pussy and gave her a wink.

  Watson was right there to take his place.

  She locked gazes with those dark blue eyes, and he had such a commanding expression.

  “Are you the leader, Watson?” she asked him, not even knowing why.

  “In the field, but of course, in the bedroom, we all are.”

  He lowered down to kiss her belly, tickling her. She laughed and ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair and then felt his fingers slide into her cunt. She lifted her thighs up, and he used his palm to push her foot up to the edge of the bed. He moved his mouth from her skin and then eased her other foot up so they were close to her ass, and then he pressed them to the side, truly exposing her cunt and ass to his and Dell’s viewing. Fogerty returned to the room, wiping his cock as if he’d washed it.

  He held her gaze while he used his finger to push into her pussy and then over her asshole. He slid his finger into her asshole, and she gasped.

  “Watson.” She reached for him, but he shook his head, and she nibbled her bottom lip and fell back to the bed.

  “This body is ours. Every inch of you will belong to us, and every inch of us will belong to you.”

  She could hardly breathe. The deep, serious expression on Watson’s face as he stared at his fingers moving in and out of her ass and cunt was crazy. These men knew a woman’s body well. It made her wonder how old they were, how many women they’d taken and shared together, and even how many they had alone. The thought brought on this feeling of jealousy and fear. She suddenly wanted to be so good for them, so incredibly amazing for them that they would never want another woman ever but her. Another shocking thought. How could she want that? Could she want that? Could she have that? Did she deserve this depth of emotion and desire? What about her problems, her life, her past, her fear of Cavanaugh? A tear fell, but he didn’t see it. Then she felt the stroke to her cheek wiping it away and gasped, turned to the right, and saw Dell.

  “No tears, no fear, we feel the power of this, too, baby,” he whispered.

  Watson pulled fingers from her body and leaned over her to kiss her lips.

  “Mine now. Mine.” He held her gaze, slid his palms along her wrists, and brought her arms above her head and thrust right into her cunt.

  “Watson,” she exclaimed on an exhale.

  His thick, hard cock invaded her tight cunt, and she lost her breath. Lost any ability to think and just felt overwhelmed instead. He thrust in and pulled out, his eyes locked to hers, and then they would roam over her full, sensitive breasts as they rocked from his thrusts.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, so hot, and sexy. I don’t deserve you,” he said, shocking her, but then he kissed her and gripped her hips and thrust over and over again into her.

  She was panting for breath, overwhelmed at how her body instantly exploded with another orgasm. His mouth suckled against her neck as his one hand cupped her breast and his other hand slid under her ass and gripped her there as leverage to stroke his cock into her pussy deeper and deeper. She rocked back against him, wanting, needing him as badly as he seemed to need her, and then he grunted and came. She ran her hands over his thick, wide shoulders, barely getting her arms around to reach his back, he was that much bigger. The cords of muscles felt incredible against her palms and under her fingertips as he held his cock inside of her and just breathed against her neck. He suckled, licked, and then nipped at her.

  “Incredible,” he said.

  As Watson lifted up, he slid a finger along her jaw, tilting her face up toward him and just stared at her while she caught her breath. “You’re stunning, so goddamn young and exceptional. Fuck.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

  She reached up and cupped his cheeks and moved toward him, not wanting to release him, but then Dell cleared his throat.

  “I would like to make love to our woman, too, if you guys could maybe share a little better,” Dell teased.

  Her cheeks flushed as she pulled from Watson’s lips, and Watson gave her a wink and tapped her hip. “Later,” he said with a promise in his tone that made her aroused all over again.

  Then Dell was there. He stood at the edge of the bed. And she went to close her legs because his stare was intense and wild, but he gripped her calf and shook his head.

  “Open for me. Offer up this body.”

  Holy shit.

  She slowly opened her thighs. The desire to please him, to make Dell and his brothers need her was powerful indeed. When he stroked his cock, slid his thick, large palm up and down the shaft showing her how hard he was, how experienced he was, she shivered with a bit of intimidation.

  “You okay? Not sore or anything?” he asked, surprising her and also getting a reaction from her she hadn’t expected. The tears filled her eyes. Never, never ever once in her relationship with Cavanaugh, had he asked if she were okay. If she was hurting or sore because he took her so hard, so violently. Dell narrowed his eyes, released his cock, and Watson and Fogerty were right there, too, and she feared she’d fucked up and let them see too much vulnerability.

  “Amelia?”

  She shook her head and reached for him.

  “Kiss me, Dell. Kiss me, make love to me, and caress me with those big, hard hands gently, compassionately, please. I want you, too. I want to feel more of what the three of you make me feel. Please, Dell, please.” A tear fell, and he lowered over her and kissed her.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and poured her emotions into that kiss. She wanted to be rid of her own insecurities and fears, her past, the abuse, the pain she still felt and the trepidation that simmered deep in her core. She urged it to leave her body and to accept these men as her saviors, her protectors, her life changers. My God please!

  His hands were everywhere. Over her breast and then under her ass as he kissed her back and then gripped her ass and slid a finger along the crack. She wanted him there. Wanted to do whatever they asked. Wanted to bind herself to them. He released her lips to suckle her breast and to grip his cock to align it with her cunt.

  “You’re incredible. You’re ours now, sweet Amelia. Ours.” He slid his cock into her very wet, needy cunt, and she gasped then exhaled.

  “Yes, Dell. Yes, more. I want all of you. More.”

  He rocked his hips and thrust harder, deeper while suckling on her neck. When he lifted her up and then turned around and landed on the bed like a pro, she was even more turned on. She was above him thrusting over him when she felt the hands on her hips then the large palms run up and down her back and her ass. She gasped and looked over her shoulder to see Watson.

  “Easy, sweetie. We’re not him. We’re not ever going to hurt you.”

  She licked her lips only for him to grip her hair and kiss her. She felt Dell’s large palms slide up her body to her breasts and cup them, gripping them hard and then softly arousing her further. Her pussy creamed, and she moaned into Watson’s mouth.

  When he released her lips, she felt the bed dip on the other side, but her eyes were glued to Watson’s for a moment.

  “Trust us?” he asked her.

  She fought all the sensations, the fears of her past, the pain, the abuse, the fact that she had trusted and had gotten burned and hurt so deeply that the scars were raw still.

  Dell pinched her nipple, and Fogerty brought her hand to his cock as he knelt on the bed. “Trust us. We feel it, too. We’re taking a chance here, too,” Fogerty said.

  She nodded, and Watson kissed her shoulder and held her gaze. “Slow and easy. Let go and feel.” He trailed his lips down her shoulder, her back, and then pressed her to Dell, causing her legs to widen and exposing his intention. The first swipe of his tongue over her asshole had her tightening up.

  “No,” Fogerty said as Dell rocked his hips upward. “Look what you do to us, to me. This isn’t bullshit,” Fogerty stated firmly, and she looked at his cock then the sincerity in his eyes. “You, baby.” He placed his hand under her hair and head as Watson stimulated her asshole, getting her wetter and wetter. “Taste me, I’m yours. We belong to you like you belong to us. Do it. Feel and take what you need.”

  How could she resist? These three men were gods. They were older, sexy, good-looking, and had superb bodies. They were a fantasy come true, and she instantly cared so much for them. She could love them if she weren’t so fucked up. She pushed the sour thoughts away and lowered her mouth to his cock. The pre-cum dripped on the tip, and she swirled her tongue over it.

  “Fuck.” He exhaled.

  “Fuck is right, Jesus, woman, that mouth.” Dell pinched her nipple as she slid her mouth and tongue over Fogerty’s cock.

  She moaned and then tightened as Watson’s finger slid right into her wet asshole. She wanted more. She wanted to be taken by them together. That way if something went wrong, if Cavanaugh came after her to hurt her, she would have this moment, this connection with Watson, Fogerty, and Dell forever. No one could destroy it or take it away. It was all she had left of her body and her soul to give them.

  “You are so wet. Your asshole is sucking my fingers in. I want this ass, baby. Let us claim you fully and make this official. No bullshit.” He suckled against her back. She nodded her head as she bobbed up and down.

  “Goddamn, she is ours. Take her ass. I’m about to come from this sexy mouth,” Fogerty admitted and shivered.

  She’d done that too big, bad Fogerty. She made him desperate to come. She held on to thoughts of pleasing them and being marked by them to fight her fears, and then she felt Watson’s cock at her asshole.

  “Together, men, like we dreamt of,” he said, shocking her, but then he slid his cock into her asshole, nudged and nudged until she felt a “plop” sensation and then heard them exhale. “Holy fucking shit,” Watson said.

  “That good?” Fogerty asked.