HUGE 3D: A MFMM MENAGE STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 5) Read online

  Running my hand over his shaved head, I marvel at how velvet and warm he is. Dylan starts to stir so I move down to his chest, dropping a soft kiss here and there. I can just make out when his eyes flutter open in a cute, sleepy kind of surprised way.

  I put my finger up to his lips. “Shh.”

  He looks at me as though he wants to say ‘what the fuck’, but I shake my head.

  I need to be the one to do the talking here.

  “I’m sorry, Dylan, for all the things I said and I…just…I want…” I trail off because how do I explain to him what I want without telling him how I feel. He reaches up and pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, his eyes lingering on my lips. Every nerve seems to buzz to life. There’s a sleepy, laziness to the way he’s looking at me that’s so sexy I have to squeeze my legs together. “You know how I feel about you,” I say softly.

  He shakes his head. “No, Milly. I don’t,” he whispers.

  I trail one finger down his cheek, watching its progress, fascinated by how the softness of his skin at his temple turns course over his shaven face. I lean in and press a tiny soft kiss to the corner of his lips. Maybe I can show him what I mean, but Dylan draws back as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

  I sign. He has every right to expect more than just an apology. He wants to know where my heads at, and if I can’t explain what I want and how I feel, how can I expect any of my stepbrothers to believe in me.

  I close my eyes because I know it’ll be easier to speak this way, without seeing his reactions. Maybe I’ll be able to pretend he isn’t there. Maybe that’ll make it easier.

  “I’ve pretended for a long time, Dylan. Pretended that I didn’t feel anything for you guys. Pretended that anything I did feel was all just physical rather than anything deeper. I’ve found a million reasons why being with you all is a terrible idea. I’ve pushed you all away and denied that there is anything there, but I’m miserable, D.”

  At this point, Dylan takes hold of one of my hands and kisses my palm gently.

  “This is all crazy,” I continue. “I know it is. I can’t see how any of it is going to work out, but my heart is with you and Dane and Drew. It has been from that first week when I moved in and we were all goofing around in the pool. I saw you all. How much you love each other and your dad. How willing you were to make me and mom feel at home. I saw the light in each of you and I wanted to rest in it.”

  I feel a tear trickle from the corner of my eye and drip onto the pillow.

  “But I’m scared, D. My heart is sore and I can’t take any more hurt.”

  I open my eyes slowly because I’ve said it all. I’ve said everything I feel in my heart and I need to see him now to know what he’s thinking.

  “Don’t you think we feel all that too?” he asks. “We’ve all been through difficult times and we know what we’re asking of you in crazy in the eyes of most people, but we want what we want and we feel what we feel and there is no pushing that away, Milly. No without us all being miserable.”

  He kisses my palm again and I wrap my arms around his big body, resting my face on his warm chest.

  “Can you forgive me?” I ask him

  “For being scared?” he asks. “Of course.”

  “For what I said.”

  Dylan strokes his huge palm over my head. “Nothing to forgive, baby. It’s been hard waiting for you to realize what we’d be giving up, but it was the only way to make you see.”

  “Is that what you were doing?” I ask, frowning.

  “Sometimes you only see what you had when it’s gone,” he says softly.

  “I know,” I say. “It’s been the hardest time, like all the light in my life had dimmed.

  There’s a shifting under the sheet he has thrown over him, and he’s pulling me down, letting me lie on him as he cradles the back of my head. Instead of talking more, Dylan slides his free hand up my nightgown, resting it on the small of my back.

  Our kiss goes from small and soft to longer, drawn out, and more frenzied. With each press of his lips and slide of his tongue I feel him talking to me, telling me how he feels and what he wants. I feel his cock stirring against my thigh, his hands grabbing my hips harder. I want to take my time with him, but with only so many hours in the night and two more stepbrothers to get to, and my own lust boiling just barely under my skin, it’s impossible.

  I slip my hand between us and stroke his thickening cock, Dylan hissing under his breath.

  “Is this what you want, Mills? Are you sure?” he asks, holding my hand firmly. “Because I don’t think I can take it if you change your mind again.” I can feel his breath hinging on whatever I’m about to say next, and see the hope in his eyes. Even though he’s physically so big and strong, he’s as vulnerable as I am.

  I nod. “I’m sure, D.”

  He must see the truth in my eyes because Dylan lets go of my hand and allows me to keep stroking him, his head hitting the pillow as I pull myself over on top of him. His hands slide up under my nightgown again, cupping my ass with a sigh. “Damn, Mills. Are you trying to drive me crazy slipping in here in just this flimsy thing and no panties?”

  “That was kinda my plan. Make you so horny you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

  “Best. Plan. EVER,” he says, smiling against the hollow of my throat and running his fingers down the seam of my ass. God, that makes me shiver.

  Dylan runs his hands up along my ribcage, holding me in place as he drops his mouth to my cleavage. It’s amazing how just a few minutes ago I was nervous he’d reject me and now I have him rolling his hips against mine, wanting to claim me all over again.

  He slowly pulls the hem of my nightgown up and over my head, tossing it aside as he pulls us both upright with me sitting in his lap facing him. Picking me up easily, Dylan lays me back until I’m pinned underneath his enormous body, the outline of his muscles lit up by the lamp.

  With another slow, tantalizing kiss, Dylan’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me. It’s delicious and I can’t help but gasp as he pulls away, kissing along my jawline.

  I run one hand over his shaved head, loving the feeling of his hair’s texture and imagining it between my thighs, while I lace my fingers on my other hand with his.

  Dylan’s mouth ghosts down my neck until I feel his warm breath on my breasts, giving me goosebumps up and down my body. He pins both of my arms down and looks at me with a devilish expression that sends a jolt right to pussy. I squeeze my thighs together tightly and throw my head back as Dylan’s tongue slowly circles my pointed nipple.

  “Jumpy, are we?” he teases, doing it again, this time to my other nipple.

  All I can do is remember to breathe as he licks and sucks on them, every caress making me more lightheaded.

  It becomes crystal clear what Dylan has in mind when he trails his mouth down to my navel, spending a minute or two there, gripping my hips hard as he kisses my belly, nuzzling where I’m warm and soft.

  I’m practically squirming the moment he releases my hips only to slowly push my legs apart, scooting down the bed until his face is only a few inches from where I’m aching. Lost in my own pleasure, it takes me a moment to catch up. “Wait!”

  “Wait?” he pauses.

  Taking in a deep breath, I quickly nod. “This is supposed to be me apologizing to you, right? I should be trying to make it up to you…those things I said…I shouldn’t have said any of it—”

  When I try and sit up, Dylan pushes me back. “Milly, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve accepted your apology. And then some. If you want to make it up to me, then please, please, let me lick your pussy,” he replies, his face somehow even closer to me. “It’s just waiting right there, so close… close enough for me to…”

  I have to throw my arm over my mouth to keep from being too loud and waking anyone up. Dylan’s tongue gently strokes over my clit. It’s a touch as soft as a butterflies wing but I feel it in the roots of my hair. Fuck. I shiver again and he chuckles. “That’s
it, girl,” he says softly, doing it all over again. He teases me and teases me, licking enough to arouse but not enough to make me come. My hips buck, my hands reach to press him into my pussy harder. It’s only when I’m frantic he penetrates me with his thick fingers, pumping them in and out of my pussy in a way that makes my toes curl. I’m a shaking mess, clawing at the sheets, writhing as he holds me down. I’m squirming in anticipation.

  “Please…” I gasp.

  “Please what?” he mumbles, his mouth still working where I’m pink and wet.

  “Please let me come…”

  He chuckles again and it sounds a little like he’s planning to make me wait. Then he sucks on my clit and I’m coming and and coming and coming, shoving my fist into my mouth to keep myself silent.

  When I return to reality, Dylan is next to me, stroking my hair.

  “I don’t care what you think you did wrong, Milly. You deserve this and so much more. Don’t forget that, all right?” Tears well up in my eyes at his sweet words. “But don’t get too cozy.”

  I turn to look at him not really understanding what he’s getting at. “And why not? You got other plans or something?”

  Dylan just chuckles again, untangling his hand from my hair and smoothing it down. “No. But as much as I’d like to be a selfish prick and keep you in my bed all night, I think it’s time for you to spread the word, so to speak.”

  I follow where he’s pointing his finger—out the door. “Very sweet of you to share,” I mumble against his cheek, giving him one last slow kiss before sliding back out of his bed. I grab my nightshirt from the floor and pull it back on. Dylan’s standing next to me pulling on his boxers. “What are you doing?” I ask him.

  “Coming with you, baby. Don’t think I’m gonna miss out on the fun.”

  23

  My heart’s in my throat, still pounding like crazy. I still can’t believe this is happening. It feels like some kind of crazy dream that I’ll wake up from.

  I ease down the hallway, terrified to make any noise, especially now I have Dylan in tow. The last thing I want to do is call attention to myself in the middle of the night, only a few feet away from Drew’s door with some serious sex glow and bed hair.

  Standing outside of it, I take in a deep breath.

  “What are you doing?” Dylan asks, shifting from foot to foot in what looks like anticipation. If I was worried about my appearance being a giveaway, Dylan’s huge boner would definitely do the job.

  “He’s gonna be angry with me,” I say. Of all my stepbrothers, Drew definitely has the worst temper and seriously knows how to hold a grudge. What if he doesn’t forgive me? What if he decides I’m too much of a hassle and moves on to someone else?

  “Nah, just frustrated. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t convince you.”

  Dylan turns the handle this time but he lets me walk in first.

  Unlike Dylan’s room, Drew’s is totally dark, complete with blackout curtains to match his darkly painted walls. If I didn’t know any better, I’d be a little creeped out. I’ve only seen his room a handful of times, so I shuffle carefully across the floor to his bed.

  Wait. Where is he? My eyes adjust to the dark and there’s no lump in his made bed, no Drew. I catch my lip between my teeth.

  “What do you think you’re doing, Milly?”

  Drew’s breath ghosts across the back of my neck. I don’t know how I didn’t realize he was right behind me, not with his presence so obviously there. He leans in closer, dropping his mouth to my ear. “What are you doing in my room?” He inhales, his fingertips just barely grazing my side. “Smelling like sex?”

  Dylan moves and Drew turns his head quickly. “Smelling like sex with my brother behind you.”

  Trembling, I want to turn around and face him. I want to tell him how sorry I am and how much he means to me, but it doesn’t feel that simple with him. Especially not when he takes hold of my hair and tilts my neck to the side, his other hand slipping up my long t-shirt.

  It’s embarrassing how loud I’m breathing as he puts his hand between my legs. I know I’m wet on my thighs. It’s been trickling down since I stood up from Dylan’s bed. If he keeps it up I won’t be able to hold myself up for much longer. “So wet, Milly,” he says with a slight chuckle that feels as dark as his room. “And no panties. You been fooling around with Dylan?”

  I shudder under him, whimpering when he takes his hand away. The power he has over me is so intense and he’s barely done anything…yet. Closing my eyes, I try and focus on answering him and not how delicious it feels as he tugs on my hair. “Yeah.”

  Drew’s quiet for a moment, still setting my skin on fire under his touch along my stomach and up between my breasts. “What did he do to you? Did he make you come?” he grumbles along my neck, his lips barely touching me.

  I nod because the overwhelming sensations are making it difficult for me to talk. He’s got complete control over me, grabbing my hair and giving himself access to my body, but he barely touches me, leaving me wanting him even more. I squirm when his thumb brushes across my sensitive nipples, once, twice, until he rolls them between his fingers. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be even wetter.

  “Did he fuck you?”

  “No he didn’t,” Dylan says. He’s come closer now and my eyes have adjusted to the dark. I’m between them and feel so tiny.

  “Stay out of this,” Drew hisses at Dylan. I feel the tension between them but there must be some more silent triplet communication because Dylan backs off a little. Drew turns his attention back to me. “If you came in here to fuck me, Milly, you’re out of luck.”

  “What?” I gasp. I mean, I knew there was a possibility that he wouldn’t want me anymore but I was so hopeful after Dylan that things would be okay. My shoulders slump.

  “You think it so easy. Turn up in my bedroom dressed like that, smelling like that but saying nothing about what got us here in the first place. You pushed us away and now you want to draw us back. It’s not that easy, Milly.”

  “She knows that, Drew,” Dylan says softly. “She told me how she feels.”

  “And you believe her? You want her?”

  “Yeah, Drew. Nothing’s changed for me.”

  Drew relaxes his grip on my a little. I can feel his resolve slipping but he’s still not convinced, and I get it. He needs to hear how much I need him.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I say softly. I reach back and slip my fingers into his hair, trying to soothe him. “I made so many mistakes. I said horrible things. I denied everything, but I don’t want to do that anymore. It hurts too much.”

  Drew curves himself around me, taking in everything I’ve said but not reacting. Does he believe me? Will it be enough?

  “Tell me how much you want me,” Drew orders pressing himself even harder against me, his cock throbbing. “How much you want this.”

  He won’t let me spin around so I stay put, licking my lips. “I don’t just want you, Drew. I need you.” I reach behind me to try and stroke him but he pushes my hand away. “Please. I want you so bad I can’t stand it. Let me show you how I feel.” I’m surprised when tears well up in my eyes.

  “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” He grinds himself against me, his cock poking me harder as he lets go of my hair and grabs firmly on my hips to hold me in place. I take hold of one hand and bring it to my cheek, showing him my tears.

  For a second he stiffens as though I’ve slapped him in the face.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry, Drew. I was wrong for saying all those things. I was just scared and the thought of our parents trying to keep us all apart made me crazy. I can’t let anyone push us away from each other. I need you. I need all of you, please.”

  Drew drops his face to my shoulder, kissing me gently. “No, I’m sorry, Mills. I’m sorry for making you cry. I never want to be the reason for your tears.”

  With his hands still on my hips, Drew pushes me to walk forward until I’m st
anding in front of a bare wall. He takes my hands and puts them above my head and raises my shirt over and off of me. I’m totally naked and at his mercy—both of us know it. Pressing me against the wall, Drew pushes my legs apart and my breasts squish up against the cold wall, my nipples standing out. I squeeze my thighs together the best I can, shaking in anticipation for what he’s about to do.

  He’s slid down to his knees until I feel his mouth on the lower part of my calf while he firmly massages my other leg. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. In those little shorts you were wearing when Dad introduced us. These beautiful. Amazing. Toned. Legs,” Drew says, ending every syllable with a kiss. And as his mouth skirts up the back up my calf he moves to the other side. “Stay put,” he demands, pushing my thighs apart.

  Sucking in a breath, I try to regain my composure. But the truth is I’m utterly at his mercy.

  “It’s hard for me to decide which part of your gorgeous body I like the best, though. The three of us have tried to figure it out, but really…” his mouth moves upward, his warm tongue trailing up the back of my thigh, “it’s impossible.”

  I bite my lip as his breath rushes up my backside.

  Drew’s hands cup my ass from underneath, heaving both round cheeks. I feel his thumbs brushing up underneath them, spreading me until I’m completely open and vulnerable to the close proximity of his mouth. I can practically feel his grin as I shudder.

  “This is the kind of view I live for, right here,” he mutters, placing a kiss on each side of my ass, squeezing it together. He stands up slowly until his cock rests where his mouth just was.

  I can’t help but back up and try to grind against it, desperate for him to fuck me like this. I pout when Drew pulls back for a second and chuckles in my ear.

  “Uh-uh. Say it first, Milly.” He slides his hand down to cup my ass again, this time pushing his fingers past my already wet slit, his breathing ragged. “Tell me what you want us to do to you.”

  I moan uncontrollably as Drew thrusts his fingers deep inside my quivering pussy, his thumb rubbing all around my clit. “Oh god…I want you both to fuck me, Drew, Dylan. Please, I’m begging you. Just fuck me.”