Colters' Lady

Chapter Thirty

Lily peeked at the chicken in the oven and rubbed her hands together in delight. Tonight’s meal was going to cap off an utterly perfect day. She hummed and smiled her way around the kitchen as she gave an absent stir to the potatoes and then checked on the vegetables.

It was so nice to have people to cook for again. She loved cooking. Loved being in the kitchen. It was second only to her love of drawing, and here…here she could indulge in both without judgment.

A few minutes later, she deemed the chicken perfect and took it out of the oven to rest on the stovetop while she finished the potatoes and turned the veggies down to simmer.

She looked at the clock and said a silent yes! The guys were due home any minute and she had everything ready.

She rushed to get the plates set out and the silverware neatly in place. Then she filled glasses with ice and put the tea pitcher within reaching distance.

After all the other food was set out, she transferred the chicken from the roaster to a platter and carried it to the table to carve.

Before she set knife to meat, she heard the door open and the murmur of male voices.

Her guys. Just the sound of them sent a thrill up her spine. She let her hands fall to the table and looked up in anticipation, waiting for them to round the corner into the kitchen Michael was first in, followed by Seth and then Dillon.

“Need help with that?” Michael said as he went around her and came in close to nibble at her ear.

“It smells wonderful,” Dillon said with a moan.

“Roasted chicken with apricot honey glaze along with garlic potatoes and vegetables,” Lily announced.

Seth put his hand to his stomach and staggered back.

Lily smiled and handed over the carving knife to Michael.

“Have a seat, you guys. As soon as Michael carves it up, we’re ready to eat.”

“You’re already hopelessly spoiling us,” Dillon said.

“No more than you’ve spoiled me.”

She went around to take a seat next to Dillon. She made the mistake of looking over at him and saw the fire in his eyes. She flushed and even felt heat surge over her scalp.

He chuckled low and then reached down between them to give her hand a squeeze.

Seth settled in on the other side of her and slid his hand over her knee and up her thigh. He stared intently at her as his hand caressed her leg and then his grip tightened, silently conveying the emotion she saw in his eyes.

She tilted toward him, inhaling his scent. “I do, you know.” Seth’s lips found hers, a gentle smooch. “I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re welcome to come maul me in my office anytime you want.”

She laughed but couldn’t keep the heat from her cheeks as she remembered a much more explicit mauling that had taken place in Dillon’s office at the pub.

“Why do I get the impression there’s something I’m missing here?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow as he portioned out slices of chicken onto each plate.

“I visited Seth and Dillon at work today,” she said with an innocent grin. “But don’t be grumbly. You got your special attention last night before they came home.” Dillon’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Do tell.”

“A massage,” Michael said smugly. “Then she might have had her wicked way with me.”

“And you think you’re the one missing out?” Seth asked.

“Oh hush,” Lily scolded. “You can have a massage anytime you want one.”

“I just want her to come into the office every day for lunch,” Dillon smirked.

Both brothers turned to stare at Dillon and Lily smacked him hard on the arm.

They all laughed together, and the sweetness of the moment surged like honey through Lily’s blood.

They ate, joked. Laughter filled the air. Joy. And contentment.

She sighed as she looked between them all. Perfection.

When they finished eating, Dillon got up and collected all the plates. He dumped them into the dishwasher without so much as a rinse. Lily shook her head.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t stick plates with food on it in the dishwasher,” she said in exasperation.

“Why the hell not? It’s a dishwasher. It washes dishes. If I was going to hand wash them, I wouldn’t need the dishwasher.”

Michael and Seth both laughed but nodded their agreement.

“Besides, now I’m all done and we can move onto more important things,” Dillon said with a wicked grin.

She raised one eyebrow. “Such as?”

“Such as you, naked, in the living room.”

“Oh hell yes,” Michael muttered.

“That gets my vote,” Seth volunteered.

“Is that all you guys ever think about?” she asked in mock surprise.

“Yes!” came the answer from all three.

She laughed and turned, her fingers already at the waist of her jeans. She hurried into the living room, followed closely by the others.

When she reached the center, she stopped and turned to see them all standing still just inside the doorway, their eyes riveted to her.

“What?” she asked.

“We’re waiting,” Michael said.

Her fingers shaking—not from nervousness—she slowly undressed, taking her time with each piece as she pulled the clothing from her body.

She kicked away her shoes and jeans and stood before them, clad only in her bra and panties. Their gazes burned over her, touching fire to her nerve endings. Her nipples hardened, pushing against the delicate lace of her bra.

She reached behind her to slowly unhook the bra and then let the straps fall down her shoulders.

Prolonging their anticipation, she took her time, shielding the cups with her arms before finally allowing the rest of the bra to fall away, bearing her breasts to their avid gazes.

“I’m not doing a solo strip tease,” she said huskily. “And you can’t make love to me fully clothed.” Her words pushed them into motion. They spread out, undressing with speed that amused her. Jeans and shirts and a uniform were tossed in all directions, and then three naked and very aroused men stalked toward her.

“Oh hell,” she murmured as she backed away.

Michael circled behind her, trapping her between him and Dillon and Seth. He pressed into her back, his erection sliding up and down the seam of her ass before coming to rest in the small of her back.

He reached around to cup her breasts, plumping them outward, offering them up like twin prizes.

“Bend over,” he commanded. “Right there over the arm of the couch.” Excitement fluttered deep in her chest, and her pussy clenched tight with need.

He went with her, pressing into her, forcing her to bend until her hands came down to brace against the cushions. All the while Seth and Dillon stood, watching, their eyes glittering with arousal.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then his hand brushed over her ass. A moment later, he found her heat, fitting the broad head of his cock to her pussy.

He pushed into her, full and aching, stretching her to accommodate his width. He pushed again, tilting her ass a little higher and then thrust down, deep, so very deep that she gasped at the incredible stretching sensation.

“Get me some KY,” Michael told one of his brothers, his voice tight and hoarse as he uttered the command.

The soft sound of footsteps told her that one of them was doing as he’d asked. Her mind was alive with the possibilities, with curiosity. Anticipation licked over her skin, leaving her tingly and alive and restless.

With his palms, he spread her ass, opening her further to his invasion. Then he brushed his thumb over her anal opening, stopping to tease and circle the tight entrance.

“I have a definite fantasy about being deep inside your ass,” he rasped out. “You tight around my cock, trying to push me out. Tell me, Lily, do you want that? Do want me in the deepest, darkest parts of your body? Do you want that kind of ownership where you’re helpless beneath me, mine to do with as I like?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dillon muttered from the side.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Michael. I trust you. God, I want you.” The couch dipped in front of her. She raised her head enough to see that Dillon was there, just inches from her, his cock straining upward as he stroked his hand tight over his erection.

“Lift up,” Dillon commanded. “I want your mouth around my dick while he fucks your ass.” She closed her eyes, trembling with the force of the images bombarding her senses.

But she did as he said, pushing herself upward as he moved so that his cock was just below her mouth.

Seth returned, and she heard the squeezing sound of the lubricant and then felt the cool, slick rub over the seam of her ass. Michael gently inserted one finger, smoothing more of the gell inside her opening.

He went back and forth, easing his way in, adding more.

Seth paused beside her to run his hand up the curve of her spine and then to her nape where he gently massaged just as Dillon guided her head down over his cock.

Seth stepped back, and Dillon and Michael took over.

Dillon grasped the base of his cock and guided himself deeper, his hand replacing Seth’s at her nape as he pushed gently.

Michael withdrew from her pussy and then fitted his cock to her ass, giving an experimental push.

She gasped and her body instinctively tightened, rejecting his invasion.

Michael groaned but held her firm, preventing her from pulling away. He pushed, persisting in his advance. She stretched to the point of pain and for a moment, Dillon eased from her mouth, allowing her to breathe easier as Michael forged relentlessly forward.

“Almost there,” Michael ground out. “Don’t move, baby. Let me do the work. It won’t be so uncomfortable when I get inside you.”

She closed her eyes, awash in the conflicting sensations. Discomfort. A little pain. Burning. And edgy, dark excitement that flushed through her body. She trembled, her arms shaking as she tried to brace herself.

“Lay your head on my lap,” Dillon said softly. “Relax. I’ve got you. Put your arms down and let us take care of you.”

She leaned down, pressing her cheek to his firm thigh, and curled her arms beneath her.

Michael continued to inch forward, and she was stretched so tight around him, she wasn’t sure how he’d accomplish his goal. She was about to tell him no, that she couldn’t take anymore, when he powered through and her body caved in around him.

She cried out, part in shock and part in relief as the burning lessened. Dillon stroked her cheek, petting and offering her reassurance and comfort.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Michael groaned. “God, Lily, you can’t imagine how good you feel.” He pushed in further until she felt his balls come to rest against her pussy. Then Dillon lifted her head and fitted his cock to her mouth once more.

“I’ve got you,” Dillon said again. “I’ve got you. Just relax.” He slipped inside her mouth, both hands supporting her head as he thrust upward, lodging himself as deeply as Michael was.

Then Michael withdrew, and she rippled over his cock, her anus tugging at him. The two men began a gentle rhythm, thrusting, withdrawing. Michael gripped her behind, spreading her, clutching and opening her wider as he pushed back inside her.

Gradually, as her body became more accustomed to the dual invasion, she twisted restlessly, fidgeting as edgy arousal sizzled over her, awakening her to new pleasures.

As if sensing her readiness, Dillon and Michael began moving harder, their thrusts deeper and more forceful. Dillon’s hand tangled in her hair, gripping the tresses as his other hand circled her neck, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.

Michael’s fingers dug into her ass, and he began pumping hard and deep against her body. Then he withdrew, holding himself just inside her body before powering forward in one forceful lunge that had her crying out around Dillon’s erection.

She needed release. She needed to come. Her body was tight and straining, her muscles so clenched and needy that she was to the point of pain.

A harsh cry tore from Michael’s throat, and he began fucking her with ruthless, deep strokes. Harder.

Faster. His hips slapping against her ass over and over. He trembled against her and then strained forward, holding himself as his orgasm blew through his body.

For a long moment he rested against her as Dillon continued his deliberate fucking of her mouth.

Then Michael carefully withdrew, leaving her aching and wanting.

She nearly screamed in relief when Seth moved behind her and tucked his cock to her pussy. She arched her ass higher, wanting and needing his possession. He slid inside and immediately began pumping his hips against her as if he was already close to his breaking point.

Hoisting herself upward, she reached down, sliding her fingers over her mound to her clit. As soon as she touched herself, she felt the explosive orgasm burst over her.

If Dillon wasn’t holding so tight to her head, she would have torn herself away and screamed her climax. It rolled over her and through her with excruciating force. She flew in about forty directions and lost awareness of everything but her endless release.

She slumped into Dillon, but he held her, his fingers gently stroking over her cheek as his thrusts gentled. She became aware of the two men still driving into her, Seth more urgently than Dillon.

With a guttural shout, Seth came, his fingers dug into her hips as he held her against his throbbing, pulsing cock.

Below her, Dillon stiffened and began thrusting upward, holding her firmly. Warm semen spilled into her mouth, spurting with each push.

She swallowed rapidly, taking everything he had to give, wanting more as his erection slid over her lips.

Then to her surprise, Michael was back, this time pushing into her swollen pussy, his erection not as rigid as last time, but still hard and forceful. How could he recover so quickly?

She moaned as Dillon’s cock slipped from her mouth and once again he cradled her head on his lap, soothing and caressing her face with gentle hands as he waited for Michael to finish.

Michael didn’t last nearly as long this time. He pumped against her without the patience he’d exhibited when he’d fucked her ass. After several more thrusts, he forced himself deep and held onto her as his body convulsed and his hips spasmed.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the center of her back before carefully withdrawing.

Dillon immediately pulled her from the arm of the couch and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She sucked in air, trying to catch her breath after such a volatile ride. She huddled against Dillon as he pressed kisses to the top of her head and smoothed his hands up and down her body in gentle strokes.

After a moment, the dreamy euphoria started to fade and she gained more awareness of her surroundings. The reassuring thud of Dillon’s heartbeat against her ear comforted her. Made her feel safe and secure.

Then she moved, pushing her legs up so that she was snuggled a little closer to Dillon, and she felt warm stickiness between her legs.

Panic raced through her chest, and her pulse ratcheted up, kicking and pounding at her chest. She twisted free of Dillon and reached down, sliding her hand between her legs. Then she brought her hand up to see semen glistening from her fingers.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “No. No, no, no!”