Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) by Brynn Paulin Page A

as the strokes grew slower.
    Grasping Patrick’s face between two hands, she drew him to her. “I love you,” she whispered. He didn’t respond, his eyes squeezed shut and his breath shuddering while Sim finger fucked him. Patrick’s head dropped to her shoulder. Behind him, she saw Sim adding more lube to his hand and greasing up his cock. Watching her, he spread Patrick’s ass and lined up his cock with the man’s anus.
    “I love you,” she whispered in Patrick’s ear as the head of Sim’s cock pushed forward. Patrick’s fingers clenched on her hips and she knew she’d have bruises. She didn’t care. She’d only wished they were permanent so she’d have a forever reminder of this monumental moment.
    “Push back on him and let him,” she urged, knowing he knew how to do this. They’d both taken her anally. They’d both instructed her. His hands grew even tighter as Sim moved deeper.
    “Shit. Shit…Shit…” he muttered.
    She brought her legs up around Sim too and crossed her ankles. All four of the men surged forward. She cried out at the force of being in the middle of all of them. Catching the hair at the crown of Patrick’s head, she dragged back his head and kissed him with all the power surrounding and filling her.
    Pressure clamped low in her belly. She could barely catch her breath. Blood screamed past her ears. She was going to come and when she did, she knew she’d set off an explosion unlike she’d ever felt.
    “Oh…God…please,” she begged wanting it to last longer yet needing the release that hung just beyond her grasp. “Please…oh God…oh… Oh!” she screeched as her body took over and plucked control from her grasp.
    She was screaming, writhing, feeling flesh and muscle undulating around her. Patrick’s tongue shoved into her mouth as she heard the men around her losing themselves. Conlin pressed his mouth to the back of her neck. She reached up behind her and held him. Regan kissed her arm.
    They tumbled to the blanket in a tangled mess of limbs. Verity couldn’t move, even if she’d wanted to, even if they weren’t all mostly connected. She felt as limp and formless as melted candle wax. As the breeze blew over them and the leaves rustled overhead, her awareness drifted.
    Distantly, she sensed Sim petting the side of Patrick’s head and soothing him. The moment was so intimate, tears pricked her lids. Patrick caught her gaze, his face filled with vulnerability.
    “I love you,” she mouthed.
    The tenderness in his face wrapped around her. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, his eyes returning her words.
    “Welcome home, Verity.”
     

 
     
     
     
    Epilogue
     
     
    Verity was stir crazy. The house was cleaned to perfection. She’d baked enough cookies to supply the Girl Scouts for their next campaign. She’d sent resumes around until she thought she might run out of paper. There’d been no bites, even from regular veterinary offices. She’d gotten top marks; she just didn’t understand the problem.
    Fear was beginning to well up inside her. The past three months with Sim and Patrick had been nothing short of bliss, but she couldn’t find a job. Her father wasn’t budging. He seemed to think he was fine, and indeed, he seemed to be. He also thought she should settle down and give him grandbabies.
    She didn’t want to settle down until she knew where this search would leave her. Pain squeezed her chest whenever she considered being without her two men. Daly was her home. They were her home.
    But her prospects were looking grim.
    She stared down at the desk where she often worked. An email she’d printed lay there. A ranch in Montana had somehow heard of her and was asking her to come interview with them. It was only a couple hours north of here. Maybe something could be worked out.
    A long-distance relationship? Who was she fooling? No one would be happy with that.
    Shaking her head, she slipped the note into a folder as she heard one of the men