I looked at Grady and beckoned him over with my finger.
He came over to us. I reached behind me and curled my arm behind his neck, pulling me to him as much as pulling him to me, “Can you handle that you gave me the space to fall for your brother?” I asked as Grady’s hands hovered over my sides, he wanted to touch me but he was genuinely afraid to, his hesitance made it seem like he thought his flesh would burn if it made contact with me. At least he did until I finished that question.
His hands curved along my ribs and he groaned, his lips pressed to my neck and Brendan watched me smile and moan, tilting my head to give his brother better access to the sensitive curve above my shoulder.
I looked at Brendan and he seethed, hurt lingered in the form of fresh tears betraying the anger in his face. “No,” he said, pulling my upper body roughly out of his brother’s grip then holding me to his own body.
I nodded and tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let go. I was able to maneuver so my lips were beside his ear as I whispered, “You left me alone with him for days, B. He dropped everything to take care of me and you didn’t even come to see how I was in that time, didn’t call…but, now that you’re jealous you want me again? Either be there for me and love me when it’s hard to or let me go so I can love someone who can.”
He broke eye contact with me and looked over my shoulder to his brother, “Do you actually love her or are you just trying to piss me off?” he asked.
“I wasn’t trying to piss you off,” he said.
Brendan looked back at me, he brought his hand up to my cheek and held me, “I’ll try.”
I kissed him and lifted myself into a kneeling position so I could move back towards Grady and kiss him too. Brendan’s grip on my hips tightened, but he didn’t pull me away. Grady retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer then came back over to me.
I grabbed his hand, “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said, nerves starting to creep in at the prospect.
He stroked my cheek and kissed me, “I’ll go slow,” he said as he pulled away and guided me to bend forward and lean over his brother again.
He undressed and was true to his word. He ignored his own hard-on for a while as I continued to fuck Brendan and Grady began to lube and finger my asshole. He was gentle and patient, working me up until he could get two fingers in my ass without me wincing. Grady guided himself into me and Brendan whined as he felt me tightening on him in response.
I kissed B, distracting myself from the subtle pain of the fact that Grady was significantly thicker than the two fingers he’d been using. I gasped mid-kiss and Brendan rubbed the back of my neck, “You okay?” he asked.
I nodded and looked back at Grady as he made a gentle thrust into me, it made me bite my lip and groan as I closed my eyes. With Grady worked halfway into my ass, Brendan began to move in me again and I whined, “Fuuuck.”
When one pushed in the other pulled out and they kept that rhythm until Grady was fully inside of me, holding my wrists behind my back. Brendan brought his hands to my thighs and used his thumbs to play with my clit. Then they started pushing into me together and I felt every inch of each cock.
My body tensed and I leaned my head back onto Grady’s shoulder. He kissed my neck then whispered to me, “Fuck us back, Raven, arch your body and push back to…ugh,” he groaned as I forcefully rocked my hips between them, pushing towards Brendan then pulling them back to Grady. I was breathing hard and moaning as they worked with me.
Grady let go of my wrists so he could grasp my hair and hip, pulling me so he could kiss me as I moaned. Brendan thumbed my clit with one hand and grasped my other hip as he watched me moan and arch in pleasure.
Then Brendan sat up and slid his hand up from my hip to my upper back, pulling me to him so I could kiss him, too. I put my hands on his shoulders and used him as leverage to fuck myself on their dicks a little harder and faster. They both groaned and I gasped as I came hard on them, my ass and pussy pulsed with their cocks pushed deep inside of me.
I looked Brendan in the eyes, “You really do love me, don’t you?” I asked in a gasping breath.
He nodded and I kissed him then ran my hands through the back of his hair, “I have to go home to divorce my husband. How do we get me here for more than a visit? I want to be here, with you,” I said.
I felt him twitch inside of me as he held me down on his lap.
Grady was still fucking my ass, and with Brendan done he took over the rhythm and grunted in my ear as he got closer. Grady grasped my throat and rubbed my clit as Brendan kissed and sucked on my tits, I squeezed Brendan’s soft dick inside of me as Grady brought me to another, almost violent orgasm. I moaned and clenched my fists. My head leaned back on Grady’s shoulder and my back arched while my eyes fluttered. Grady pushed deep into me and came inside of me, there were more spurts of warmth from him than his brother.
They held me there until my body stopped trembling then they maneuvered us so neither one had to pull out of me and we could lay side by side on the bed. I twisted my upper body so I could look back and forth between them. I looked at Brendan, “Why didn’t you come to see me?” I asked.
“I was being stupid,” he said, “Grady said you didn’t remember us being together that night but you still remembered being with him and Nat. I knew it wasn’t something you could control, but it still hurt that I was the only one you forgot.”
“So you didn’t check up on me because you got upset over something I had no control over?” I asked.
Grady interjected and I turned to face him, “He checked up on you every few hours. He just didn’t come to see you.”
I looked back at Brendan, “I remember you rejecting me, and then I remember waiting for someone to show up at my room. Grady said I had arranged to meet someone?”
“Something like that,” Brendan said as he pulled himself free of me. Grady followed suit though he was reluctant to let go of me.
The brothers helped me up to my feet and I ignored the slight dizziness as I leaned on them, “If you don’t want to divorce your wife,” I said as I tightened my grip on Brendan’s arm, “I can marry Grady to stay here and given some time I know I could bring Ceri around to joining us.”
Brendan scowled, “I do not want you to marry my brother, Raven,” he said as he gripped my arm.
We got cleaned up and I spent the rest of my extended trip with either one or both of them, Nat stopped by a few times but both brothers refused to let him around me as drugs and recovering from a concussion don’t mix well. When Grady finally cleared me to fly home, neither one of them wanted me to go.
I shouldn’t have brushed off their concerns.
I had to go back to divorce my husband, to face him and tell him what he undoubtedly already suspected. And I did that. He took it well, he understood. He listened to me and tried to change my mind, stressing that he loved me and that should matter, reminding me that he rescued me from a bad home life.
But I stayed strong and told him, honestly, that I didn’t love him and I never did.
He granted me the divorce. I didn’t ask for anything. It would be easier for me to start over anyway. Once everything was final and I reached out to Brendan, I found he’d blocked me on everything. I resorted to emailing him and he just wouldn’t respond. I reached out to Grady and got the same cold shoulder.
They shut me out.
I could still see their social media though. Brendan and Ceri seemed to have worked things out and Grady was seeing a nurse from his hospital. They all looked happy. I struggled for a while, particularly emotionally. But it only took me about a year to save up the money to make that trip again.
Once I was there, I left a note on each of their doors. The one thing I was certain of, thanks to Nat reaching out to me wanting to know if I had any plans to go back and visit, was that they still lived in the same houses.
Brendan knew where I’d be, and I had to wait, so I sat there in the grass and fussed with my skirt as I watched various cars pass me by without even slowing down. The sun had almost set and I was starting to think they weren’t going to show. I listened to the sounds of the ocean crashing on rocks below me, the dampness of the grass was somewhat comforting as I ran my hands over the neatly cropped blades.
I was about to stand up when a car pulled over on the side of the road behind my rental. Brendan and Grady got out and they both stood by the car. They looked like they saw a ghost as they looked towards me.
I sat in the clearing, right before the tree line and they made their way down to me.
“Raven?” Brendan asked as he looked me over.
“Why are you here?” Grady asked as he ran towards me.
I got up and backed away, “Don’t,” I said, backing up faster as they moved towards me.
They stopped advancing on me, still looking like they couldn’t believe I was standing there, “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
Brendan walked towards me, “I…are you okay?” he asked.
They were splitting off from each other, trying to make sure I could only keep one of them in my line of sight at a time. I stopped backing up and let them approach me. My focus was on Brendan, it always was. I looked him in the eye as he got within arm’s reach of me, “Did you just stop loving me?” I asked.
“No,” Grady said as he came up on the side of me, “neither of us did.”
“Then why’d you block me out?” I asked, pulling away as they both reached out to me. I stumbled and they each grabbed onto me, pulling me to my knees then down on my back on the ground, each had an arm on my shoulder and their other hand pinned my wrists down beside my head.
“We didn’t. You shut us out. We called, messaged, e-mailed…you stopped responding to us,” Brendan said.
“He did something,” I said, “my husband, I mean. He let me divorce him, but a few days after it was official, you stopped responding to me. I thought…I thought you were getting back at me for wanting to be with both of you. Let me divorce my husband, knowing I was going to say I didn’t want anything from him, then leave me to my own devices.”
“I went to Virginia to look for you, Raven. All I found was an angry ex-husband and a black eye,” Brendan said with a slight laugh. He smiled as he looked over my face.
“I… wasn’t going to come, but I couldn’t think of a more beautiful place,” I said.
Brendan looked behind us then back down to me, “You were going to jump weren’t you?” he asked.
“Fuck,” Grady said, “I thought you were being paranoid,” he said to his brother.
“I was hoping I was wrong and she just wanted to meet somewhere romantic,” Brendan replied.
“Do you think my parents knew what my tendencies would be when they named me?” I asked as I looked up at the darkening sky.
“Your tendency to be clever and cheeky?” Brendan asked, his voice catching.
He wiped the tears from my cheek and I smiled, “Yeah,” I said.
Brendan leaned down and kissed me, trying hard to smile as he pulled his lips from mine, “If you jump, I’m going with you and I really want a life with you, Raven, not a death.”
I lifted myself and looked at him, “Then let’s create a life together,” I said.
He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, you’re not going back to the states without me, ever again,” he said as he kissed me and started to pull me up to my feet.
Grady was laughing, “That’s not what she meant, you idiot,” he said.
I was blushing and Brendan looked from me to his brother then back to me, a clearly confused look on his face. Grady leaned over and whispered to him. Brendan’s attention turned back to me and he started kissing me again then looked back to Grady, “Go home?” he asked.
Grady nodded, “Yeah, just remember what we agreed to, little brother,” he said as he left us there.
“What did you agree to?” I asked as he kissed my neck and pulled my dress up and over my head.
“When we were planning for you to come back… he wants us to move in together, the three of us. I get to marry you but we both get to be with you as long as you want us to be,” he said.
“And you’re okay with that?” I asked as he slid my panties off of me, tossing them into the grass beside us.
“No,” he said, looking into my eyes, “I want you all to myself.”
“Good,” I said as I unzipped his pants and pulled him to me, “I’m not in love with him, I got caught up in infatuation and being cared for.”
Brendan smiled and guided himself into me, “So you only want me?” he asked with a slight thrust as I moaned.
“Yes,” I said, “will he be okay?” I asked, one of my hands grasped Brendan’s shoulder and the other grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into me as I put my feet flat on the ground and bent my knees beside his hips.
“I don’t want to talk about my brother right now, ‘Ven,” he said.
I nodded, “Then fuck me, B.”
His hand grasped the back of my neck as his other held my hip steady. I lifted my legs and they rubbed along his shirt and thighs as he pushed himself into me. His hand pulled me up to him and he kissed me as he came in me. He groaned and I laughed, my brow furrowed as I looked him in the eye.
“Sorry,” he said, blushing at the quick finish.
I bit my lip for a second then looked him in the eye, “I wasn’t laughing at that,” I said. “I came here to jump. I was getting up to do it when you pulled up. I thought…”
He kissed me to quiet me then pulled back, “I don’t want to think about that either. You didn’t, I’m here, I love you and I never stopped. Your husband is an asshole and I’m excited to see you break my brother’s heart for some sadistic reason,” he said. “But, for now? Let’s get in that car of yours so I can take you home to do this properly,” he said.
I looked around at where we were. The pinks and purples of the sunset filled the sky, “This was the first place you held me, it’s the perfect place to do this,” I said.
He smiled and ran his hands over me, “It’s the perfect place until the police show up and we get ticketed for indecency.”
I pushed him and guided him over onto his back. My hips moved against him and I sat up and took my bra off. “Take a risk with me, B.”
I felt him stiffening inside of me as I moved along him, my hands on his chest as he gripped the back of my thighs and rubbed my ass. His hands slid up my back and pulled me to him in a deep kiss. I stopped moving on him and he pulled back from the kiss, “Why’d you stop?” he asked.
“I’m not ready for you to get off again,” I said with a smile.
“So you’re just going to torture me?”
“Only in the best way, my love,” I said with a big smile.
His grip on my hips tightened and he closed his eyes as he guided me back and forth on his dick, “Torture me later, fuck me now,” he said as he opened his eyes again.
The sky was darker than it had been, but I could see his soft blue eyes clearly, “Yes, sir,” I said as I started riding him again.
We both smiled and his hands moved around to my inner thighs. I bit my lip as his thumbs rubbed along my clit. God, how I missed him. I leaned back a little and he groaned as he watched my body move over him.
“You’re so beautiful, Raven,” he said.
I smiled, blushing as I moved a little faster and harder on his dick, “Cum with me,” I whispered more to myself than to him.
He lifted his hips a little to make it easier for me to move harder on him, to push him deeper into me. I rocked on his hips as he brought me to my crest. I moaned and collapsed against him, kissing him hard then whimpering as his hands grasped my writhing hips and held me down on him while he released inside of me.
I lay down over him, my hands and forearms in the grass beside his head as I breathed hard beside his ear, “I love you, B,” I said as he rubbed his hand along my side.
“I love you too, ‘Ven,” he said.
We lay there for what felt like hours before I moved to lay beside him instead of over him. We watched the moon rise in the sky and I pointed out a few constellations to him. At least I did until I started shivering and he realized I was fucking freezing.
He grabbed my dress and pulled it back on me. We got my panties and bra from the ground and he tucked away then zipped his jeans back up and we headed back up to the car. He drove me back to his brother’s house and carried me inside.
It took a while, but he did divorce Ceri and marry me. Thanks to some of Grady’s lawyer friends I never had to leave. Grady wasn’t too broken-hearted when I let him know I wanted to just be with Brendan. I think he expected it. Brendan and I go back to the cliff periodically, we’ve yet to get caught, but we did get two kids out of our delinquent behavior.
Some people say to leave things alone, to let time do its thing and heal the heartache of an old wound. I used to believe in that too and had resigned myself to an unhappy existence with a man I didn’t love.
Then I tried to kill myself and my husband allowed me to see a therapist that encouraged me to take risks for my own happiness. So I cut open my most painful wound and took a chance that it might fester and kill me.
But it didn’t.
It drained of the ache that I had become accustomed to then it healed. There’s barely a scar from it now.