Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (best books to read for knowledge .txt) 📕

abandon her. She thought she"d die if he or Brandon weren"t touching her somewhere, somehow.

“Ouch,” he murmured, her guilt assuaged by his warm chuckle and the string of kisses down her thigh. She loosened her fists marginally. “Let go, Kitten. I promise you"ll be glad.”

Goose bumps roared over her skin. Christ. How did his voice get so sexy like that?

She looked at Brandon, who stared back unblinking, his face flushed, his vision still locked on whatever Patrick was doing behind one of her legs.

Soon the cool, smooth head of the lubricated butt plug pressed against her anus.

Oh, yes. She"d forgive Patrick abandoning her pussy for this.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and relaxed every muscle in her body. She was pretty sure her meditation and yoga coach hadn"t had this in mind, but good god, it worked just fine.

Brandon and Patrick groaned as long and as loud as she did as Patrick eased the plug in, their combined voices ending with a shared gasp, her body jolting when the tight ring of sphincter muscles went from fully stretched to clamped down around the neck, locking the considerable shaft in and the anchor out.

Yes, that’s better, she thought with a smile. The burn was exquisite. She wanted to laugh with the unbridled joy coursing through her veins.

“Fuck, Kitten, that was hot.” Patrick growled, his cheeks pink and his breath short.

He was telling her?

He began working her clit with his finger, flicking it relentlessly. She moaned, arching beneath his touch, begging for more of his attention as the next wave lifted her higher still. She couldn"t stop the roll of her hips, the force grinding the plug against her sensitive muscles, heightening her awareness of the heavy presence in her body.

She couldn"t wait until Patrick got to experience it himself. She watched the way Brandon stared at her stretched hole before turning his eyes to Patrick"s ass. So close.

They were so close.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind did Brandon crawl up behind Patrick on the bed, his beautiful face glowing with need as he reached out to steady himself by grasping Patrick"s raised hips.

She watched Patrick"s eyes go wide, transforming his face from erotic awe to nervous desire. She held her breath, her body quaking beneath his, and hoped.

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When Patrick"s lips curled into a slow, seductive smile just for her, her orgasm roared up and out, her ass clamping down on its invasion as she writhed against him.

He battered her clit with his fingers, pressing harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure.

Amazing as his touch and the burn in her ass was, it alone hadn"t sent her over. It was knowing what awaited him. The power of that intimacy.

And that the wait was over.

Patrick focused on keeping Destiny"s orgasm rolling through her for as long as he could while trying to ignore the wall of heat that was Brandon, only inches behind him.

Brandon"s hands stroked down the length of his back and Patrick"s fingers faltered, his ass clenching.

Shit. He wanted this. Destiny and Brandon had given him the space, prepped him as much as they could and let him decide. He"d never been more certain of anything.

Thinking about what was to come sent a thrill down his back in the wake of Brandon"s warm touch.

Hell, yes, tonight he was ready.

Looking at Brandon, he could see how much the wait had cost him. And still, there was only the question in his eyes, not a demand. Patrick gripped the lube in his fist and slapped it into Brandon"s palm.

“Do it, Cub, please. I want it. I want you.”

He hoped they"d all agree to ignore how high his voice had gone, particularly in contrast to the way he"d been growling at Destiny just moments before. Nerves. He was such a dork.

As if proving his own point, he jumped when hard thighs pressed against his a moment before Brandon tucked his cock into the valley of his ass and lay himself along his back.

“Are you sure? I can wait.”

“I can"t,” he replied bluntly. Just the feel of Brandon"s skin along his convinced him that he"d waited too long as it was. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheek along Bran"s.

“Please. This is what I want. With you.”

The look Brandon gave him sent blood surging into his cock. Shit, he shouldn"t have waited two weeks. Hell, he shouldn"t have waited twenty years.

But then, some things happen in their own time for a reason. Looking down at Destiny, spread like a goddess beneath him, he was beginning to understand how fucking lucky he was that things had unfolded as they had. If they"d stuck it out even one of those times they"d been “on again”, he"d never have known Brandon as anything but his friend. Never been his lover.

He"d never have known the joy to be had in his arms.

Brandon"s cold, lubed finger pressing into him brought that point home better than anything else ever could have. Sighing, he dropped to his elbows and returned to 202

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Destiny"s pussy, making love to her with his mouth while using one hand to thrust the plug further into her sweet ass.

Her immediately and frantic response was an excellent distraction from what was happening to him, but there wasn"t a moment, no matter how fine her taste on his lips, or how loud her moans, that he wasn"t absolutely and acutely aware of Brandon and his actions.

And they"d accused him of having magic fingers?

Eyes crossed, he hummed against Destiny"s clit between his teeth, thrusting two fingers deep into her pussy to rub along her G-spot. Brandon"s second finger slipped into his ass readily enough and he too crooked his fingers and massaged the hard knot of Patrick"s prostrate.

His cock rocketed back to full hardness, pressing against Destiny"s calf. His hips twitched, beyond his control, desperate for relief from the building pressure.

Destiny"s fingers in his hair went from hard knots to gentle tugs upward.

“Patrick, come here,” she whispered, pulling him forward.

Brandon didn"t hesitate