MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIENDS
SARAH
Jaxon, for one, looks a lot more mature. He was 23 the last time I saw him. That was six years ago, a few days before my wedding. They had offered to throw me a bridal shower as a wedding gift which I refused. They were-and are still known to be sex gods. Since I had a crush on them, there was no way I was letting them throw my bridal shower.
As I continue to stare at them, Jaxon leans to whisper something into Malachi's ear. Their eyes remain fixed on me. Malachi's lips thin into a smirk as he speaks to Ronan. Ronan's eyes narrow on me, and I swallow hard and look away.
My heartbeat increases rapidly, and I find myself panting. I place my hand on my chest and take in deep breaths to steady myself. The club suddenly became two times hotter, and sweat had formed a pool between my legs.
It was like Aaron said. I was 21 years the last time I saw them. I was hot then. What did they think of me now? Do they share in Aaron's sentiment? Do I look like a prude now?
Gosh. I suddenly feel like an imposter in a hot red dress. I look down at my purse on the table and prepare myself to pick it up and leave. There's no point. Aaron is right. I'm a pathetic prude loser. I've spent all this time at work, trying to build a name for myself that was separate from that of my brother's that I let myself go.
Just as I stand to leave, a waiter approaches me.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
I fight back my tears as I feign a smile while looking at him.
"Yes?"
"Uhmm, your attention is needed on table thirteen. Our esteemed guests there have requested that you join them."
What? Really? Did someone really notice me? Could it be…?
No.
"Where is table thirteen?" I ask, and he points in the one direction I pray he wouldn't.
"Over there, ma'am." He points.
I know what I'm going to see. Yet, I tilt my neck in the direction of his hand and find the HawkThorne brothers staring at me. Of all the women in the club, why does it have to be me?
I swallow hard, terrified I would embarrass myself. They are the second most important people in my brother's life after me. It wouldn't hurt to say hi, right?
I thank the waiter and walk towards them. The way their eyes wander from my face, to my chest, and linger on my cleavage all at the same time makes me squirm. Do they like what they see?
The closer I get to them, the more overwhelming their aura becomes. They conquer space, the scent of their colognes threaten to overpower oxygen as well as everything else around them. No one dares order for a table close to theirs. Everyone who wants to be someone in Durmont knows better than to get on their bad side.
By the time I stand in front of them, I lose the ability to speak until Jaxon starts.
"Sarah," he says out loud. His eyes drop to the flesh of my thighs. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. They are shamelessly checking me out. I can't remember the last time a man looked at me like that.
"It's been so long. You look amazing." He continues, and I smile.
"Well, thank you."
"Where's your little husband?" Ronan's baritone seeps into my ears. That voice was the object of my many fantasies as a teenager. It had only gotten six times deeper and hotter.
I purse my lips to let out some air. It's becoming really hot in my insides.
"He's not here with me tonight. I'm here on my own."
Malachi's right brow raises.
"Should you be? This is a club, and you look smoking hot." He takes a sip of his drink.
"Yes, Sarah. People might be trying to fuck you." Ronan concludes.
Something about the way he says "fuck" makes me want to be bent over their table and taken by him…or them. There had been rumors when I was younger that they liked to fuck the same woman at the same time. It was a thing for them. I find myself wondering how much of it is true.
I clear my throat before I attempt to speak. Malachi and Jaxon exchange smiles when they see how flushed I am. Ronan's face remained straight. It isn't unlike him. He's the oldest of them after all. How old is he now? Thirty-six?
"Well, maybe I am." The words spill out of my mouth before I get the chance to take them back.
Malachi's grey eyes turn a bright silver as they gleam. Jaxon only smiles, while Ronan leans further into his seat.
"Do you mean that, Sarah?" He asks. I drop my gaze from his face to the floor.
"Don't take your eyes off me." He orders, and I obey without thinking twice.
"He asked you a question, Sarah. Are you trying to get fucked?"
I can't find it in me to answer. They know I'm married. What will they think of me if I say yes? I'll be well within my rights too. It's an open marriage after all. What if they ask why? How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me?
"You can trust us." Jaxon adds.
"We're in no position to judge you."
I look up at him and nod.
"Words, Sarah. Use your words." Malachi says.
"Yes." I blurt out.
"Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I'm in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?"
"We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?" Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.
"N…no. Why?"
I can feel my heart about to leap from my chest.
"Sarah Wellspring, would you like to be fucked by us?"
My eyes widen.
"Like all three of you?"
"We never have it any other way."
The rumors are definitely true then. Gosh! They all want me, but should they? I mean, I'm their best friend's little sister and I'm not supposed to be hot, right?
"If you're wondering why…" Malachi says as he rises to his feet. I watch in silence as he covers the distance between us. He towers above me. He's nothing less than a foot and 2 inches taller than me, and I'm 5'6.
His right hand encircles my waist and rests on the small of my back. Heat floods my stomach immediately. I swallow hard and push my chest towards him just a little bit, causing him to stare down at my breasts.
"We've always wondered what you'll feel like."
"Sound like," Ronan adds as he rises.
"Taste like," Jaxon concludes.
Before I know it, I'm surrounded by the three of them.
Hot. Powerful. Amazingly sexy.
If the HawkThorne brothers want to fuck me, who am I to say no? This is my chance to prove to myself that I'm not the problem. I'm not the reason Aaron cheats repeatedly. I am an amazing sexy woman about to fuck three sexy men.
So, I manage a smile.
"Yes. I want to."
"What do you want to do, little Sarah?"
"I want to be fucked," I whimper. The heat between my legs slowly weakens my knees.
"By the three of you."
The next thing I know, I'm in a dark red room in the VVIP session of the club. My red dress has fallen to my knees, and I am naked except for my heel sandals.
My nipples are painfully erect as they all look at me. Their dark eyes take their sweet time ravaging my body.
Fuck. They haven't even touched me yet, but I'm already so wet.
"Come," Ronan orders, stretching his right hand towards me. I step out of my dress and walk towards him. He orders me to sit beside him and I do.
Malachi and Jaxon kneel before me, while Ronan who's seated beside me spreads my legs apart. I swallow hard.
Is this really happening? I'm nervous, eager, and so fucking turned on at the same time.
Their greedy eyes rest on my pussy, and Malachi sucks in a deep breath.
"Tell us, Sarah. Do you want us at once, or one after the other?"
"At once." I whimper.
"I want all three of you at once."
