How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (47 page)

He lay down on the other side of her in the open air, his cock still too sensitive to cover up, waiting for the worst case of blue balls to arrive.

A moment later, Samson pushed the covers off and muttered, “That kind of play has a price.” He groaned as he propped his head up with his forearms.

“She’s worth it,” he whispered.

Sometime later, she proved she was worth it when she woke him up with the head his dick engulfed between her suctioning lips. “Oh fuck me,” he groaned as he arched his back.

She popped loose from him long enough to chuckle and said, “I tried my hardest earlier, but
noooo
.”

“Fill her sassy mouth, will you?” Samson said in a strained, gravelly voice as Ivan looked over and realized she had her hand wrapped around his cock as well.

With the lights still on, Ivan caught the wicked delight in her eyes as she said, “Now you’re mine to toy with,” before she wrapped her plush lips around his dick again, stifling any reply he might’ve made.

She switched between them a few times, bringing one man to the edge before switching to the other. But unlike earlier, they made free with their hands, and the last time she released Samson’s dick from her mouth, he reared up behind her and slid deep with one thrust. Ivan’s control started to unravel as her moan travelled down his shaft and tightened his balls. He touched her jaw to stop her and said, “Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.”

Right then he was praying he didn’t embarrass himself by coming the moment he sank balls deep. He could practically feel it and shuddered as his balls drew up tight. Time for football statistics to distract his libido. That didn’t last long, as Samson pulled out and nudged her to straddle Ivan, looking on the fine thin edge, too.

“Give him your pussy, Cassandra, but don’t tease anymore. We want to come inside you.”

Her eyes flared at his words, but she did as asked, biting her lip as she arched her back and rubbed her pussy against his head, aligning their bodies so he could slide in. The delicious, wet heat engulfing his erection squeezed and tugged at him as he eased in and out until he was as deep as he could go. It was an effort to be still as Samson came up behind her.

“I’ll go slow, Cassandra. Just try to relax.”

Sure, now you want to go slow, fucker, while my cock is buried inside her.

Focused on Samson’s face, he saw the care he took lubricating her and preparing her to take him. His brother might be a sadist, but Ivan was sure he didn’t want to cause her unnecessary pain right then.

She panted, and Ivan saw the uncertainty warring with desire in her eyes, but then her eyelids slid closed, and she took a slow, deep breath and moaned softly. Her cheeks flushed, and her hips flexed, stroking Ivan’s cock with her slick inner walls while Samson worked at stretching her rear opening a bit. Her tight heat liquefied around him, and Ivan had to work to not thrust in counterpoint to her motion.

Samson smiled. “That’s right, Cassandra. I’m using plenty of lubricant.” He applied a condom and then slicked himself up, groaning at the stimulus. He took a deep breath, seeming to need a moment to center himself.

Ivan knew the moment Samson’s cock brushed her rear opening because she clenched hard around his dick. That wouldn’t do.

Tipping her chin up so she’d focus on him, Ivan kissed her and said, “Baby, try to relax. Push against him just a little and it’ll make it easier. You feel so good to us it’s hard not to lose it, but if you tighten up like that, it’ll make it hurt for you. Take a deep breath and let it out slow as he pushes.”

A droplet of sweat slid down her cheek as she nodded and did as he asked. “I’m a little scared. You’re both so big.”

“Come ’ere,” he cajoled. “You’re so tense. Lie on me and relax into it.”

He stroked her slick skin and brushed her hair from her face, whispering encouragingly to her as Samson began a slow thrust and retreat, stretching her asshole a bit at a time to accommodate him. He ignored the ache in his balls, determined to take any amount of torment to make this good for her. Worthy of doing again. Her hot, slick clasp around him grew incredibly tighter, but he kept whispering to her, stroking her back and squeezing her bottom.

“Fuck yes,” Samson gritted out with a nod.

Ivan squeezed again and whispered, “He loves it, baby. It’s like heaven being inside you.”

Cassie whimpered as the head of Samson’s shaft slid past her sphincter, and she opened her eyes wide as she panted and winced. Her body trembled between them as she bit her lip.

“Breath nice and slow, angel,” he whispered, comforting her while delicious agony strangled his cock. “Relax your bottom and trust Samson.”

She blinked, and her trembling settled as she laid her cheek on his chest and went as limp as she was able to.

“Good girl,” Samson rasped out as he sank a little deeper with each thrust until their bodies were locked tight together.

* * * *

“Oh, guys, I need…” She rubbed her clit against Ivan’s pelvic bone, drenching him with her slick juices as she flexed back against Samson’s massive presence behind her.

“Easy, Cassandra,” Samson murmured. “I’m trying to give you a chance to adjust. Oh fuck, you’re right there, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh my...I can’t stop.” She lifted her head, ecstasy warring and winning against the receding pain as she braced her hands on Ivan’s bulky, solid shoulders. He steadied her with his hands at her waist while Samson gripped her hips, rocking in and out in a rhythm that was part heaven with an edge of pain as she rocked between them.

Ivan’s face was flushed, and his blue eyes practically glowed as he watched her. His tender smile melted her heart as he stroked her ribcage, moving with her. She flattened against him and kissed him while tugging at Samson’s hand, pulling him closer so she could feel his heat against her back.

That sensation of being trapped and held by both of them as they made love to her simultaneously ignited her passion into an inferno. The increased friction on her clit was the last straw as heat burst within her and she rode them both to a screaming orgasm that streaked through her entire body, the pleasure heavenly and almost unbearable in its intensity.

Ivan’s shout of ecstasy lasted several seconds as he thrust and rocked hard against her, filling her with every bit of him until he collapsed beneath her, just as wrecked as she was.

Running his big hands up her back, Samson rose above them and held her shoulders as he thrust hard over and over, his motions stimulating her clit and her G-spot against Ivan, bringing her to an unbelievable second orgasm before he stilled and his entire body shook against her as he released a deep, animalistic groan of pleasure.

He stayed completely still and then groaned a second time. “Fuck.” And not a
good
-sounding fuck, as in “fuck me, that was good,” either.

Having caught her breath, she looked up at him. “Are you okay?”

“Leg cramp. And I think my knee locked up on me. Give me a minute. Am I hurting you? Did I hurt you?”

She giggled, and both men growled. “Only in the good way, and yes, I’m fine. Can I help?”

“Yes,” he muttered. “Try not to laugh or giggle anymore.”

Ivan nodded in agreement, making her giggle again before she settled down after she saw him wince.

A few moments later, Samson slowly withdrew and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder blade before rolling to his back. His knee let out a crackle that made her wince, and he stretched out his other leg and flexed his foot to ease the cramp in the back of his thigh.

Still straddling Ivan, who was evidently enjoying the view as he nuzzled her breasts with a big smile on his face, she patted Samson’s shoulder. “Can I do anything to help?”

He sat up and kissed her, barely wincing at all. “You already did everything. You said yes to us both.”

Ivan reached for the bedside table and removed the ring from the box and slid it onto her ring finger. “Yeah, you did. And we’re both moving home. Only…I think we need a bigger bed.”

“And new knees,” she added as she tried to lift up from Ivan and both of her knees twinged in pain. “I’m okay, I’m okay. All that wonderful grinding was worth it. I’m investigating side-lying sex positions and signing up for yoga classes this week.”

“You know I heard someone in town offers striptease classes, too,” Ivan said, laughing when she poked him. “What? You were the one who brought up grinding.”

“So I did.”

With the sun dipping into the Pacific in a glorious Hawaiian sunset of pink, orange, purple, and blue, Cassie gazed into the blue eyes of the man she’d loved for most of her life. She’d never gotten over Samson, could never get him out of her head or her heart, and never wanted to. She said, “I do.”

Samson knelt on the soft sandy beach with his khakis rolled up to his shins. His handsome face seemed to lose years as he smiled up at her and then wrapped his arms around her hips, pressing his lips against her stomach through the gauzy lace dress she’d shopped for when they’d arrived in Hawaii a couple of days before. Samson looked like a happy groom as he rose and stood at her side.

Ethan Grant, Grace’s husband, nodded at Ivan, who took his place, kneeling before her, the twinkle in his eyes making her giggle through her happy tears.

The small group clustered around them in an informal group, with Ethan officiating over the binding ceremony. In addition to Cassie’s mother, Natalia and Mason Cutter, and Joseph and Tamara, Grace had also made the trip with her men Adam Davis, Jack Warner, and little Rose Marie and her rambunctious toddler brother, Grant.

Ivan repeated his vows and slid the narrow diamond-studded wedding band next to her engagement ring then kissed her palm. He made her eyes leak more tears as he pressed her hand to his cheek and gazed up at her. “I love you,” he whispered.

She spoke her vows and slid a heavy gold band identical to Samson’s on his finger. When they both stood before her, she kissed each in turn, and the group surrounding them clapped and hugs were shared.

After the reception luau, Cassie, Samson, and Ivan would leave for a remote cottage on the island while the rest of the group would split off, with Joseph, Tamara, and her mom spending a few days with Mason and Natalia so the kids could get to know them. Adam and Ethan were taking their kids for several days and gifting Grace and Jack with time alone, something they hadn’t had much of lately. Cassie knew Grace’s secret, though. She was ovulating and planned to have so much sex she’d come home expecting Jack’s child. That was her hope anyway.

Everyone else had stayed in Divine and was planning another reception for them the weekend after their return from the honeymoon.

The sound of drums and traditional stringed instruments drew them down the beach to where torches were lit all around a pavilion with a thatched roof, festooned with white streamers and twinkling lights.

Samson and Ivan slowed their steps to match hers as she watched the group enter the pavilion, laughing as little Grant imitated one of the hula dancers. Not to be outdone by her little brother, Rose Marie waved her hands and wiggled her hips, also emulating the beautiful dark-haired dancer as she encouraged them both.

“You gave up having kids of your own to be with me,” she murmured, the pain bittersweet. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Samson said softly, halting her so he could tip her chin up. “I haven’t given up anything. I love your kids as if they were my own. They’re part of you, and that’s enough.”

“We got the better end of the deal,” Ivan said. “And before you know it, Joseph and Tamara will have settled down and had some grandbabies for you to spoil.”

“But not too fast,” she replied.

“Are you still nervous about the helicopter ride in the morning?” Ivan asked, instantly reviving her butterflies.

“Yes, and you?”

“A little,” he admitted with a nod. “But I know the nerves will be worth it for the memory. Everyone says it’s the best way to see the islands, plus we’ll have complete privacy once we arrive.” The cottage was accessible only by helicopter.

“I’ll hold your hand,” Samson said with a chuckle as he drew her close and said, “I love you, Mrs. Cutter, even though you’re a chicken.”

“Hey, I made the airplane trip here, Mr. Cutter,” she said, twirling out of his loose hold to be enfolded in Ivan’s arms and squealing as he lifted her off of her feet and spun her around.

“Careful of your knee, honey,” she admonished. “Both of you. You shouldn’t be lifting me.”

“We can handle our woman,” Samson said with a soft growl.

She growled back and giggled. “It’s not because you can’t handle me but because I have plans for your bodies for the next several days and don’t want injured knees keeping us from our fun.”

Her men closed in at her front and her back as their friends and family teased and hollered for them to hurry up.

Samson tipped up her chin. “It took us thirty years, but we’re finally together,
chiquita
, the three of us.”

Ivan kissed her bare shoulder, sending shivers up and down her spine that made her pussy tingle as they pressed her between them. Ivan said, “And I can’t imagine anything better, unless it’s you always between us.”