Roped by the Team

by Brynn Paulin

  “We promised you rope,” Pete told her.

  She grinned, full of bravado despite being tied down. “You’ve promised me a lot of things.”

  “Indeed. You’ll get them all, baby,” he said. “And even more. For a long time to come.”

  Cord leaned over her, redirecting her attention. “We want you to know how special you are to us.”

  She bit her lip. “I know,” she assured him.

  “The only woman for any of us,” Sully added. “No matter what. Wherever Cord and I are.”

  “Sully…”

  The three men stood around the bed, Pete to her left, Cord to the right and Sully at her feet. She felt slightly self-conscious bound to the bed and the center of their admiration and promises. Cord crossed his arms like Pete, nodded to her naked, splayed form then looked at Sully. “The honors are yours, love,” he said to his lover.

  Sully grinned and dove between her legs. His hands braced on her inner thighs, holding her wide. She moaned as his palms moved higher and parted her. His lips closed over her clit, drawing hard on it. His tongue flicked over the tip sending repeated bolts of electricity shocking through her. He seemed ravenous and ready to devour her, but the pleasure from it made her insatiable for more. She closed her eyes, sinking into the sensations. Dear God, that man’s mouth…

  Cord sank onto the bed to her right and settled at her side. His arms bracketing her body, he covered her nipple with his mouth and suckled while she arched beneath him. Bolts of energy seemed to pierce her, and she felt her cream flowing into her pussy. Her body opened for them, ready for more.

  “Mmm…” Sully groaned. “So good. I think our little captive likes this.”

  “Yes,” Moon sighed. “Oh yes.” What was there not to like? Two men fucking her while her fiancé watched in obvious delight. Her eyes locked on him, taking in the pleasure on his face and the slow way he stroked a hand over his cock while he regarded them. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him. Again. A droplet of pre-cum glistened at his tip. His thumb shot out and swiped it away, adding lubrication for his lazy up-down movements.

  Her attention was drawn fully back to Sully as he shifted his mouth. Two fingers rubbed over her sensitive nub while he lapped over her clit, gathering her arousal and occasionally dipping inside her passage. Mounting tension built low in her belly as her body readied for orgasm. Between watching Pete and the two men who knelt over her body she felt the release threatening at any moment.

  She screeched as Cord’s teeth sank into her rigid nipple and her climax exploded. Her scream echoed around them as the spasms went on and on. In the midst of it, she heard the quick rip of a condom wrapper then felt Sully’s hard length pushing through her clenching opening and forcing apart her walls for his invasion. She sighed in relief at the sensation of being filled.

  “Oh God, Moon,” Sully groaned. “So damn tight. Lord, she’s squeezing me like a vise,” he told the other two. His palms skimmed up her legs as he pistoned in and out of her. More hands joined his as Pete moved closer to the bed and Cord sat upright beside her. Their fingers coupled with Sully’s on her body, and though it was only the three sets of hands, it seemed as if they were everywhere.

  Her head rolled on the pillow; her eyes pinched shut. Mindless, she pulled on the bindings holding her as it all became too much. The pleasure stole her control and her senses. She could only moan, writhe and beg for more. She canted her hips into Sully, trying to fuck him as hard as he fucked her. She wanted him to remember this while he was in Kentucky, remember how right all of them had felt together, remember he and Cord had a place here.

  “Moon…” he gasped, his smooth rhythm becoming erratic, “Hell…coming…” He reached out and grasped one of Cords hands where it splayed on her belly. They leaned over her kissing as Sully called out, the sound of his release caught by Cord’s mouth.

  The sight of them was obscured when Pete leaned over her and sealed his lips to hers. His tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers.

  She groaned into him and her fingers clenched into the bindings holding her when another thick cock pushed into her still-pulsing channel. Calloused fingers scraped over her clit once more. Her breast was molded in a large palm. Her toes curled and she pressed her feet into the mattress to gain some leverage to arch into the men. How had she thought this was anything like her youth? She’d never had anything like Pete, Cord and Sully when they acted as a team. There was no similarity between her past and the way they made her feel cherished. They truly cared for her.

  Pete’s lips left hers and moved to her ear. She saw Sully lean over her breast a moment before he devoured her nipple. A choked cry ripped from her.

  “I love watching you with them—watching you with them, but knowing you’re mine,” Pete whispered in her ear. “You’re all mine, Moonbeam Szuzman. Now and forever.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. The sense of belonging conferred by his words, warmed her in a way far different from the white-hot heat roiling through her. It mingled with the passion and made her whole. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t momentary closeness. This was for now and for tomorrow—as many tomorrows as they might want together. And she wanted as many as God gave them. She wanted to grow old, held in their arms, here in Daly. Her true home.

  Pete nipped at her earlobe then moved upright so he had more mobility. He lightly stroked her arms, trailing his fingertips from her bound wrists to her armpits, following his touch with his mouth. He moved to her neck, repeating the process then her chest, her belly, her legs. He caressed, nipped and laved her everywhere. As Pete reached her tummy, Sully moved to kiss her shoulders and neck.

  “Squeeze Cord,” he murmured. “Make him come.”

  Without conscious thought from her, her body complied with the direction, and she groaned at the increased friction.

  Sully’s mouth moved to her pussy. He licked and sucked, shifting from her clit to her folds to Cord’s cock, his tongue flicking everywhere. When Sully turned his head, laying his cheek against her groin, Cord swore.

  “Fuck…Sully…” He groaned, deep from his chest. “Teeth…Hell—”

  His words cut off in a cry as he drove hard into her and threw back his head. The tendons in his neck were evident as his body went rigid. She craned upward, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as he came, and realized that Sully had opened his mouth and bitten down slightly, making Cord fuck her through the scrape of teeth. Pleasure and pain. She loved the combination; why wouldn’t they?

  She sank back into the blankets, breathing hard and tired from the exertion of the climaxes yet right on the edge of another.

  She hadn’t had Pete yet.

  He’d said after, and now, she understood. Not after she’d orgasmed, not after their shower. He’d meant after Cord and Sully. He’d wanted to watch her with them then have her to himself.

  She glanced over at the man who would be her husband. That slight smile was back as he gazed down at her tenderly.

  “Now?” she whispered.

  “In a minute.” He rose, grabbed the empty condom wrappers off the bed then headed into the bathroom while the other two men moved to kiss her. They pressed to either side of her, their arms crossing over her waist as they both hugged her, each with a leg over her splayed thighs. It instilled a strange sense of blanketing comfort yet vulnerability.

  She lurched when wet heat covered her pussy then realized Pete had returned. A warm washcloth stroked over her as he soothed the well-fucked area, somewhat cleansing away the other men. Her gaze caught his as he looked down at her tenderly and she realized he’d always take care of her. She vowed to do the same for him.

  He pushed aside the other men’s legs then drew the cloth along her thighs. Tossing aside the rag, he looked down at her as he massaged the tense muscles leading to her apex. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Not aching too much?”

  “I want you,” she replied, ignoring the actual inquiry to her comfort. The only part of her that ached was her need to h
ave him inside her, completing their circle and solidifying the union.

  “You have me,” he answered.

  “Inside me, cowboy,” she growled.

  He drew his fingers along her cleft making her moan. She tilted her hips into the touch. She was only vaguely aware of Sully and Cord leaving the bed and heading into the bathroom. She heard the shower come on as Pete covered her body, coming mouth to mouth with her.

  “I love you, Moon,” he whispered, so quietly she wondered if he were afraid she’d rebuff the declaration, that she’d deny feeling the same.

  “Pete…” she breathed then his lips covered hers, interrupting the rest of her reply. She needed to tell him. He needed to know. She turned her head, wrenching from the kiss. She struggled against the bindings at her wrists as she fought to adjust her position to look at him.

  As if misunderstanding her action, he sighed and pressed his face to her collarbone. “It’s okay, Moon,” he groaned. “It’s all right if you don’t feel the same yet.”

  “But I do,” she exclaimed, and though she didn’t mind being tied up for fun and games, she really wished she were free so she could hug him tight and reassure him. She could feel it in him, the tentativeness as if he were still afraid she’d run off if he frightened her. That struck her as ironic considering their activities, but she’d never laugh at him. Not about this.

  “You do? Already?”

  “As you pointed out, it’s not really that quick considering our history. And yes, already. I would never have agreed to marry you if I didn’t love you.” She shifted her hips against him, seeking his cock. “Please…”

  “I need to get a condom,” he groaned as his tip pushed slightly inside her.

  “No,” she murmured. “I don’t care about that. I just want you—all of you.” They hadn’t really talked about making a family, but she knew he wanted one and this was a consequence she was ready to take, whenever or however it happened. She was fully committed to their future and wanted it to start now.

  Growling and obviously agreeing, Pete thrust forward to his hilt. A cry burst from her as she met him, drive for drive. “I love you,” she gasped. “I love you.”

  “Dear God, I love you,” he moaned then sealed his mouth over hers as they catapulted into their future together.

  Chapter Ten

  They hadn’t closed the curtains. She woke to the light from a full moon and a million tiny stars blasting through the windows. It wasn’t as bright as the noon-day sun, but there was no going back to sleep. Though the men had thoroughly exhausted her, the four of them had gone to sleep early and she found herself restless. A glance at the clock showed it was three-thirty in the morning. Pete would need to get up soon.

  Deciding to make coffee and maybe breakfast, she slipped from beneath his arm. He mumbled in his sleep then sprawled across the empty mattress. Sully and Cord had gone to their own bed after a second, non-bound round of fucking. She and Pete had talked for a long time, and he was sure to be exhausted this morning.

  She slipped on the clean T-shirt Pete had left on the dresser then headed downstairs. The old stairs creaked beneath her feet. She cringed with each loud sound. At this rate, she’d wake the entire house.

  But someone else was already awake.

  Moon paused in the doorway to the large combined kitchen-dining room. Sully sat at the table, illuminated only by the light over the stove. A glass half-filled with amber liquid sat before him, his hand resting a few inches from it. He stared blankly at the braided rug beneath the dining area. He seemed so deep in thought, she wasn’t even sure he’d heard her come in.

  She studied the dejected slump of his shoulders. Her heart clenched at his forlorn expression.

  “Sully,” she said quietly, not wanting to startle him. She padded across the space separating them and put her hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”

  He shook his head then turned and wrapped his hands around her waist. His face buried in her belly. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him as she tried to comfort him. He wasn’t crying, but she felt the tension vibrating inside him.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. Had he and Cord fought after they’d left her and Pete? Was he upset over leaving this morning? He’d seemed so calm about everything.

  “I can’t do it,” he said, his words muffled in her shirt. He tipped back his head to look up at her. “I’m supposed to go help my family, but I feel as if I’m leaving my real family. They hate me there. Why the hell am I going? Some misguided sense of obligation?”

  Pulling free, she settled on his lap. She stroked her fingers over his stubbled jaw. “They almost killed you, and I don’t believe people change that much in such a short time. They might not hurt you physically this time, but I can’t help worrying that they’ll do it emotionally, punching you with nasty comments. It worries me, and I wish you wouldn’t go.”

  “Yes, listen to her.” They both looked up to see Cord standing in the shadows just beyond the doorway. Pete stood a few steps behind him. As they came in, Moon left Sully’s lap to go into the circle of Pete’s arms. Likewise, Cord drew Sully into his embrace.

  “I’ll go with you wherever you go,” Cord told his man, “but you have to know I’d rather be here with you, where you’re safe from idiots like that, where we can be with the rest of our family. You’re all I have.”

  “Cord’s an orphan,” Pete whispered in her ear, underlining the man’s words. The three of them truly were his “kin”.

  “And my sisters,” she added, breaking from Pete’s embrace. “And their families. You have all of us. It’s kinda a package deal with me.”

  But that didn’t solve Sully’s problem. “Even handicapped, your brother can still run the horse farm,” she stated. “And I’m sure he knows that. He hasn’t been doing everything alone up ‘til now. He’s probably got a foreman and plenty of hands helping him out. They’re just trying to reel you back. We’ll be here waiting for you, if you go, but I think you should stay. I really do.”

  She just couldn’t shake the knowledge that the people who’d supposedly loved him had almost taken his life because of his sexual preferences.

  “I’ll be disowned if I don’t go.”

  “Haven’t you been there and done that?” Cord asked. “You’re not their savior. They haven’t contacted you in all these years. They’ve never apologized. I know you want to be the bigger person, but don’t. You have nothing to prove. You owe them nothing.”

  Sully looked from her to Cord then to Pete. He shook his head then looked apologetically at Cord before turning once more to Pete. “Cord’s staying for now,” he told Pete. “I’m—”

  “Sully!” Cord exclaimed. “No—”

  “I’ll go for one week,” Sully said, ignoring his lover. “Can you hold my job for that long? If I need to stay, then I’ll let you know and Cord can come out there, but I don’t want to assume it will be permanent. I need to know I have my real family waiting here for me.”

  “Of course,” Pete replied, his brows furrowed. He obviously didn’t like Sully’s decision. Neither did Moon.

  Sully turned to Cord. “I have to do this. I have to show them they didn’t break me.”

  “I swear if they touch one hair—”

  “I’ll be okay,” Sully assured him, sinking into his lover’s arms. “I’ll be careful. Then I’ll come home.”

  Moon bit her lip and looked up at Pete. The two of them left the kitchen, leaving the other two to sort things out. In the living room, Pete enfolded her in his embrace as they stood before the bay window.

  “He’ll be okay,” he told her. “Sully’s strong. He knows where he has home and acceptance. We’ll be waiting for him here. Daly will be waiting for him.”

  Moon settled against him, listening to Pete’s heartbeat and knowing he was right. Hadn’t she discovered that herself? Her family and her home had been here waiting, too, and until she’d accepted that, she hadn’t been complete.

  “I don’t like it,
” she said.

  “It will be okay. Remember what I said about life not coming tied up in a bow. There are always loose bits to deal with. Besides, I give Cord three days before he goes after Sully. That’s how much time I figured I had before I came after you.”

  “You were going to follow me?”

  “Yes, and I’d planned to bring you home, just like I know Cord will bring Sully home. When I talked with Robert today, we came up with a plan to hold their jobs as long as necessary. Don’t worry, baby. It will work out. It might take a few weeks, but our whole family will be back together.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Very sure.”

  She tilted her face up to look at him, and he took her mouth, gently brushing his lips over hers before pushing them apart and deepening the kiss. Moon groaned and went on her tiptoes. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she pressed her body flush to his. The shirt she wore rode up, and he cupped her bare ass. He lifted her more fully against him. She sank into him, her fiancé, her future. No matter what happened, she was his, just as Sully was Cord’s.

  She ached for the other two and the short separation they faced from each other—the separation they faced from her and Pete, too. But that was the way of it. They were distinct couples. Sometimes together and sometimes apart, each with their own problems and their own decisions to make.

  “Come back to bed,” Pete said, as they heard Cord and Sully head into their bedroom. He linked his fingers through hers and they headed back to the stairs. “I’ve been thinking about earlier.”

  “What about earlier?”

  “Not using a condom.”

  “Oh… I’m, um, clean,” she said, frowning and feeling a little déjà vu. “You don’t have to worry.”

  “Moon,” Pete chided. “You know I’m not concerned about that. I’m not like that guy. You wouldn’t put me in danger just like I wouldn’t put you in danger. And if there was an issue, we’d work around it. No, I was thinking more about the other result.”