Their Virgin (A M/F/M Romance) Page 2

  When we finally pulled up to the curb by her house I noticed her Mom’s car was gone, and for some sinister reason that made me want to jump for fucking joy. Would I get to touch her for the first time today? Would she taste as good as she looked? All these thoughts ran through mind at lightning speed.

  I opened the truck door, my eyes zeroing in on Isabella through the big bay window that looked out on the street. My cock already growing hard at the mere thought of being in her presence again.

  Luke was grinning from ear to ear as we walked up the walkway to the front door. He knew just how fucking hard for her I was and he was going to use it against me at every turn today.

  “Hi…” Isabella greeted us at the door her voice almost meek, a spark of excitement forming in her eyes.

  Yeah, baby, be excited, I’m about to rock your world.

  “Hi, Isabella. Want to show us where were going to be working today?” Somehow I was able to string words together that didn’t include shuck the yoga pants and bend over for me.

  She smiled and my heart exploded, her white teeth fully on display. Her skin was dark and you could tell it wasn’t a fake and bake kind of thing. She was naturally tan just like I was. My eyes raked over her face, her soft feminine features setting my body on fire. I made my way down her body, over her perky tits, and slim, yet curvy waist stopping once I came to her sandal-covered feet.

  “Umm, oh yeah. Follow me. I’ll show you.” She turned on her heels releasing her hold on the door, allowing us to finally step inside. Luke was the first to cross the threshold, his eyes clearly on Isabella’s ass.

  “It’s mine fucker,” I growled under my breath catching up with him just as Isabella entered what seemed to be the kitchen.

  “Not if I claim it first. I bet you her ass is a virgin if her pussy isn’t.” Luke boasted like he knew everything.

  “What was that?’ She twisted back around her dark, almost black, brown hair flipping over her shoulder with the movement.

  “Nothing, we were just admiring the beauty of the house.” Luke smiles, throwing a wink in my direction. Acid fills my veins as anger an emotion I hadn’t really ever felt for my brother starts to build.

  Isabella smiles, her eyes meeting mine. “I love this house. My mom and I have lived here since I was five. Everything you see done here she has done herself.” I admire the way she talks about her mother and I could tell right off the bat that the love she had for her was genuine.

  “Then having us do this work for her will be a blessing right?” I conceded. She tipped her chin up and down, before turning around and guiding us the rest of the way outside.

  The temperature was already rising, and hotter than it was ten minutes ago so I knew it was going to be a warm one, and not just because I was in Isabella’s company.

  Luke and I looked out onto the huge back yard. There was lush grass that covered the ground and a five-foot wooden fence that was in definite need of paint and attention that lined the property line. A small storage shed was situated off to the right side of the yard.

  Focus dude.

  Any other day it would’ve been easy to focus on the task at hand, except for today or any day that Isabella was within ten feet of me. How the fuck was I supposed to operate a drill when all I could think about doing was drilling her.

  “I’ll get the supplies from the truck. Do you want to walk the fence line and see what boards need to be replaced…?” I could hear Luke talking but my eyes were glued on Isabella.

  “Logan…?” Luke urged me onward with a shove to the shoulder as he slipped back into the house leaving Isabella and me alone at last. The way she was looking at me right now made me want to take her into the tiny little shed and do very bad things to her.

  “Let me show you where the paint is.” As if on cue she started in the direction of the shed and I knew then we were both thinking the same damn thing. As soon as she opened the door and stepped inside I did so as well.

  I wanted her, needed her, craved her fucking body, and I was going to touch and lick every single piece of her flesh one way or another.

  “It’s right down here.” She claimed bending over, giving me a full few of her ass. I scrubbed a hand down my face telling myself to take a deep breath. I needed to ease into this, not just possess her like a crazed man, at least not yet.

  “If I’m reading you right…” I bent over her small frame my body pressing firmly against hers, my cock centered against her ass. “Then I think you’re attracted to me.” I panted in her ear, her sweet fucking virginal scent cascading over my senses. She smelt pure, like the whitest daisy in the garden untouched by the wind, or rain, a flower that had yet to be picked.

  She backed her ass up into my groin and my hands moved all on their own gripping her curvy hips tightly holding her in place.

  “That’s because I am.” She purred, looking at me over her shoulder. My fingers sunk harder into her soft flesh as the image of me pounding deep into her pussy formed in my mind.

  “Watch it, sweetheart. I’m a patient man, but with your pussy mere millimeters away hidden behind a scrap of fabric that could easily be ripped away I wouldn’t push me much harder. That is unless you want fucked right here, right now?” I questioned an eyebrow raised, as I nipped at the skin on the back of her neck. She melted into my touch, her soft moan of pleasure nearly making me cream in my jeans.

  “What if I said yes?” The sound of her voice and the words she said caused something to snap inside me. Without thought my hand snaked around the front of her body, clasping around her throat as I forced her body to move with mine into a standing position. Our chests were flush together and I could feel every breath that entered, and exited her lungs. Her pussy was right there, probably soaked for my cock. I didn’t know but I was about to find out.

  “Are you sure about? I’m not sure a virgin like you can handle a cock like mine.” I growled, feeling the jump of her pulse against my fingers.

  She wiggled her ass against my groin, and a deep groan of pleasure ripped from my throat. Fuck I wanted her, so why was I holding back?

  “I want you.” She whimpered one of her hand's findings its way between our bodies, where she gripped my cock tightly in her small palm. My head fell back against the shed wall as her fingers explored my cock on top of my jeans. If it was this good with my pants on then I couldn’t imagine what it would be like with no clothing on.

  “I want your cock, Logan.” I couldn’t see her face, but I could picture her lustful eyes in my mind and knew I needed to touch her. I released my hold on her throat and trailed it down over chest, where I squeezed one tit in my palm. She had to be at least a double D, and I could definitely work with that.

  “I have to know…” I panted, releasing her tit roughly, my hand finding the band of her yoga pants. “Are you really this pure or is it all a game?” My breath fanned against her cheek as I pulled her tighter against my chest, my hand slipping into the front of her pants.

  “Why don’t you find out.”? She taunted me knowing that I was within a second of claiming her with my fingers.

  “If you wish,” I whispered taking her earlobe between my teeth. My fingers drifted over the front of her cotton panties, a devilish smile pulling at my lips. She arched her further into my touch, as one I drew lazy circles around her clit. Not fully touching it but not ignoring it.

  “Ahhh…” Her pant of pleasure was so sweet, so intoxicating. I wanted to eat her right the fuck up.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard, Isabella,” I warned her letting her know what it was that I had planned for her. With every shred of my patience gone I shoved her panties to the side, my fingers grazing against silky smooth skin.

  Fuck yes. I loved a smooth, cleanly shaved pussy.

  My hand crept lower finding her honey hole instantly. She was drenched her juices had to have been soaking through her panties. My grin grew wider as I sank one finger knuckle deep into her tight hole. As I did so she mewled like a cat, clearly
pleased with where I was taking things.

  “Does your untainted pussy want more?” I growled, my finger slipping in and out of her with ease her tight hole squeezing my finger. Pleasure filled my veins, as I continued to pump in and out of her, waiting for her to beg for more because I knew she would.

  “Harder. Faster. I need more.” She croaked her voice cracking as she begged me to give her exactly what she needed for her release. I could feel her entire body tighten in my arms.

  “Logan…” I could hear Luke calling out to me, he was off in the distance but it wouldn’t be long until he was right on top of us, and as badly as I hated too I needed to speed things up a bit. As I slipped a second finger into her, I curled it upwards trying to find her hidden gem known as the g-spot.

  “Logan… He’s coming…” She panted and I could hear the fear in her voice. The thought of being caught scared her.

  “No baby, you’re.” I purred into her ear just as her pussy tightened around my fingers, her entire body convulsed as she came, her warm juices coating my palm with her sweet musky scent.

  I inhaled through my nostrils taking in her scent one last time before releasing her pulling my hand out of her panties, and putting the two fingers I had inside her moments ago right into my mouth.

  She turned around and I noticed then that her hazel colored eyes were sleepy, but filled with excitement as she watched me suck her juices off of my fingers her salty taste lingering on my tongue long after I swallowed every sweet drop of her release.

  “Next time, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to scream my name so loud that everyone will know the man that’s meeting your every need is me.” I forced myself to step away from her and out of the tiny little shed before I did something crazy like rip every shred of her clothing away and bury myself to the hilt in her untainted pussy. My eyes collided with Luke’s across the lawn, that know it all smirk forming on his face once again.

  I couldn’t lie and say he was wrong. Her pussy was way too tight to have been taken by another man hell my two fingers barely fit.

  Yeah, I was a bastard for taking from her, but I gave her a release I gave her passion, and rawness. She had no idea just what I had in store for her.

  Chapter Three

  Isabella

  My body hummed, and lightening flashed before my eyes as I fell apart in Logan’s arms. His fingers played magically against my clit, and pussy as if I was an instrument that was to be played.

  When he pulled his fingers from my pussy I felt lost, and cold inside, that is until I watched him lap up my release off his fingers. He sucked them until there was nothing left, and not a single drop of juice remained.

  Fire filled my belly the desire to let him take me right here with his brother watching was all consuming. I needed him like I needed air, and I didn’t even know him. Not in the least bit. But I would get to know him, inside and out because what had just occurred between us a moment ago would happen again.

  He already announced that by staking claim against my virginity. Knowing that our lips wouldn’t be touching and his hands wouldn’t be drifting at least for a few more hours I walked slowly across the yard, and into the house grabbing my Kindle off the kitchen counter.

  I would read then or at least try too while they worked. I plopped down in one of the patio chairs and turned my Kindle on. My eyes wandering across the yard where Logan painted the old drab colored fence with a new red stain while Luke removed the old wooden boards that looked like they were about a second from falling over.

  What are you doing Isabella? The thought hit me out of nowhere. What was I doing? Letting an older man rock my world like not even I myself could. Having them come over here and work without telling my mother, she was going to kill me and it was only going to get worse once we received the bill from them.

  “Fuck…” I bent over holding my head between my legs. Maybe I could work something out with them so they would let the payment go. My eyes met Logan’s across the lawn he was staring at me, watching me. There was possessiveness to the way he looked at me and I loved it. It made me want him more.

  “Isabella Rodriguez, what is going on here!?” I hadn’t heard my mother pull into the driveway or open the front door, I was so distracted by Logan that anything other than him slipped my mind.

  “Mom!” I rushed from the patio chair meeting her at the sliding glass doors. “I uhh, have a surprise for you? At least it would’ve been had you not shown up out of the blue. I asked the twins if they would come over and fix the fence for you.” She looked angrily at the twins and then me or at least I was sure she was looking at them.

  “Isabella I do not have money to pay for services like, this. It’s very thoughtful sweetheart but you and I could’ve easily done this on one of my days off.” Irritation was rolling off of her in waves and my pulse sped up at the thought of her telling them before I could.

  “It’s…. It’s okay Mom. I asked them if they could donate their time. They were so thankful for a cool drink yesterday that they had no problem helping remove a couple boards and paint the fence.” I smiled lying through my teeth. I wanted to feel bad for doing so, but couldn’t.

  Not when the one reason to tell a white lie was currently in my back yard, shirtless, staining my fence.

  “Isabella.” My mother’s Spanish accent grew thick as she started sputtering off in gibberish, which basically meant she was pissed off about it but that she would let it slide. Which made me jump for joy because I could tell the twins on my own terms what was going on without my mother here to make a big scene.

  “Since you invited them here, make them lunch. It would be the nice thing to do.” I knew I would be dealing with a pissy mother for a couple of days but it would be worth it, eventually. After I got Logan between my legs again.

  As fast as my mother came, she was gone, having to get back to the hospital where she was doing a double shift as a nurse.

  I gave her a hug goodbye and pulled out the lunchmeat, cheese, lettuce, mayo, and tomato, from the fridge. Then I grabbed the loaf of bread on the counter and started making sandwiches. I made two each for Logan, and Luke and then one for myself. Grabbing two bottles of water, and then the sandwiches, which I placed in Ziploc bags before I made my way into the back yard.

  Luke was the first to turn around sweat trickled down his chest and though I didn’t want him as badly as I wanted his brother, I knew Luke would be just as satisfying in bed as Logan would.

  “I come bearing gifts.” I greeted, handing them each a Ziploc bag and water bottle. Logan didn’t say anything he just stared at me, his eyes eating through my clothing and into the deep confines of my chest.

  “Well, that’s different because usually when I come, it’s me who is bearing the gifts but…” Luke was cut off Logan’s robust voice chiming in over his. “Eat your food and be done with it, bro.”

  I could tell from the look in Logan’s eyes that something was bothering him; I just didn’t have the courage to ask him what it was yet.

  “Thank you, for the food. I see your mother stopped by.” Sweat formed against my palms. He noticed, fuck.

  “Yes she did. She said you guys were doing a really good job, and she couldn’t wait to see the finished product.” Nervousness thickened in my belly, my pulse spiking because I could tell he knew I was lying.

  Luke raised an eyebrow at me, “She sounded awfully mad for a second, though. What was that all about?” He didn’t seem to eager, or really that interested in knowing the answer. It was more him, mentioning something that he noticed.

  “Oh that, she was just upset with something that took place at work. I was just talking her off that cliff that parents get on sometimes.” I laughed but it was fake, and I was pretty sure they both could see right through it.

  “Hmmm….” Logan started, just as Luke turned around twisting the cap off his water bottle and downing the liquid. “Lying isn’t a very good thing to do Isabella. In fact, it makes my hand a bit twitchy…” />
  Oh, fuck. My pussy clenched and my body hummed with need. The fire he had started in my belly earlier reignited the flame slowly resurfacing.

  “Lying? Me. Never.” I cooed. Logan grinned from ear to ear.

  “Oh you’re lying, and both Luke and I know it. The problem is we don’t know what it is that you’re lying about.” I wasn’t afraid, not of Logan. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. There was something about him that promised pleasure and nothing else.

  “While I guess you’ll have to take me over your knee then to find out huh?” I taunted wanting him to spank my ass until it was cherry red. Yeah, I was a virgin but I wasn’t a nun. I knew what I liked and didn’t like, and I had a ton of stuff other than fuck. I was just saving it for the perfect time, and the perfect man and or men.

  “Oh, you want your ass spanked now do, ya?” Luke chimed in this time, a wicked glint of pleasure in his eyes. The heat of the sun baked against my neck, and my body grew hotter with every passing second.

  I nodded my head yes, unable to speak.

  Luke licked his lips as if he was ready to take me across his knee right this second. Logan, on the other hand, looked like he would rather fuck me instead.

  “Tomorrow pretty girl. We have some work that needs to be finished here and then another job to do after this but tomorrow, that cunt of yours is mine. Do you understand?” Logan demanded.

  “Yes, sir.” I wasn’t sure where the sir part came from but I read it in one of my erotic novels so I knew men liked to be called sir and master sometimes. If I was being honest though this rivaled anything I had ever read. Nothing got me hotter, or my heart beating faster than these two men. One of which I was certain I was developing a crush on.

  “Good now go sit back down on the patio chair, and play on that tablet of yours while you watch us work. It’ll give you something to flick the bean to later tonight when you’re thinking about us.” Luke smirked, crinkling the water bottle in his hand the pleasure filled glint still in his deep brown eyes.