Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

was prepared to share with them. But her body? That she could do.

“Boys,” she called after she"d walked past them and up the back steps, “if you two are done giving the neighbors a show, I"m hungry. And I"m not planning on sating my hunger in the driveway.”

For a moment, Brandon looked around for their audience, his expression concerned. Patrick only smiled and shoved him after her and toward the house.

Someone was feeling as impatient as she was.

Oh goody.

Brandon stood in the middle of Patrick"s bedroom and tried to rein in his rioting needs. Christ, they were so beautiful and he was completely in love with both of them.

Yanking his shirt over his head, he tossed it into the corner where Farley curled up on his bed and let out a long-suffering sigh. He apparently knew where this was going to lead.

A slow smile stretched across Brandon"s face. He knew just where it was going to lead, too. Wherever the hell he took them. He was no longer going to let things happen to him. He was going to make things happen. He was going to make love to his best friends.

Looking over his shoulder at Destiny, he shared his smile with her. She looked nervous, like she might still bolt, but there was something else there too. He was prepared to go slowly with her, to gentle her into the notion that they were sticking with her come hell or high water. But when she shucked her coat and continued to hold his gaze, he felt a surge of hope. She appeared to be throwing herself into it without the need for any of his planned persuasions.

Her eyes slid to Patrick, then returned to him, holding him captive. He saw a flash of something warm and good. Something happy.

Was she starting to understand how lucky the three of them truly were?

He was going to prove to her tonight and every night going forward just how lucky she could be.

He turned his gaze to Patrick. His friend didn"t know it yet, but Brandon had plans for him too. He"d determined he was going to make this work and part of that was showing and sharing everything he wanted to do, feel and have in bed with his lovers.

He took a steadying breath. He wanted it all now but wasn"t going to rush Patrick into it, since he was essentially a virgin.

Patrick raised an eyebrow at his huge grin.

Destiny came up behind Brandon and wrapped her arms around his ribs, her hands cupping his pecs and pulling him back against her breasts. She moaned, rubbing against him. Her heels made her taller, granting her more access. He hummed his 169

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approval when her lips latched onto his sensitive neck and started to suck, but he never looked away from Patrick.

Patrick froze like a deer in headlights, his fingers picking at the buttons of his shirt.

He"d been about to take it off, but their staring contest had stalled him. Patrick"s gaze occasionally drifted to watch Destiny working along his neck, her palms rubbing his nipples to hard points, then would return to lock eyes with him again.

Destiny worked her way up to his ear, her teeth nipping at the lobe. He felt more than saw her lift her head and look at Patrick, felt more than heard her soft chuckle.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke into his ear to ensure Patrick couldn"t hear her. “Does he know you"re not always a bottom, my switchy friend?” Even he knew his grin was wolfish. “No. I don"t think he does,” he replied in a normal, clear voice.

Patrick looked at them questioningly.

Destiny gave a full, throaty chuckle. “Shall we begin?” God, she was the sexiest woman he"d ever known. Turning, he pulled her flush against him and captured her lips.

His tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned, meeting his desire with equal measure. The floorboards shifted beneath his feet, then Patrick was plastered against his back, pressing him between them, his hands tugging at Destiny"s blouse.

Brandon"s head swam with the desire roaring through him, his blood pouring south to his soon-to-be painful erection. He could barely control the roll of his hips against his lovers as his hands joined Patrick"s in their quest to divest Destiny of her clothing.

She tore her lips from his with a gasp and stepped away, smiling her Mona Lisa smile as her skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it across the room. Patrick"s chin rested heavily on Brandon"s shoulder as they both stared down the length of her long, stocking-clad legs at the leopard print heels she"d left on.

He didn"t feel Patrick"s arm move until his large palm cupped his erection inside the tight confines of his clothes. He ground his ass back against Patrick"s cock and groaned.

Patrick chuckled in his ear. “Brandon,” he said slowly, his rough voice sending shivers across Brandon"s skin, “I want you to—”

Spinning, Brandon locked his mouth over Patrick"s, grasping his arms with his hands. No way Brandon was going to let Patrick finish the thought. Not out loud, at least.

Tonight, Patrick was going to learn how it worked when he wasn"t in charge. Not that he didn"t love it when Patrick led the way, Brandon thought as he worked his lips over Patrick"s, stealing his tongue into every corner of his lover"s mouth. But tonight he was going to be the one to lead Patrick and Destiny to the edge of reason.

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Destiny wrapped herself around Brandon, her breath hot on his neck as her fingers worked their way between their bodies and she unbuttoned first his pants, then Patrick"s.

When she reached for his fly, he and Patrick shoved away from each other. Not that he wasn"t desperate to feel her long fingers wrapped around his cock—good fucking lord was he ever desperate—but in their current condition, he and Patrick had to take care of their zippers themselves or risk being maimed.

Destiny just laughed as