by Becca Van
Pippa felt as if she were on fire. The feel of Mason’s lips slanting over her own made her burn from the inside out. She could feel his hard cock against her stomach and couldn’t help the natural inclination of rubbing her body against his. She felt two sets of hands rubbing against her arms, back, and ass and knew Randy and Chip were caressing her, as well. She felt Mason’s hands on her waist, and he picked her up, her feet dangling above the floor as he wrapped one arm around the middle of her body and the palm of his other hand cupped her ass, supporting her weight. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, but didn’t want to encourage him further. She was so turned on, yet frightened by her own reactions. She was still a virgin, but they didn’t know that, and she had no intention of telling them.
Pippa mewled in the back of her throat as Mason pleasured her with his mouth while his brothers caressed her body anywhere they could reach. His tongue thrust between her lips and teeth, sliding along hers, tangling around her own. He didn’t leave one bit of her mouth unexplored. He ran his tongue over the inside of her cheeks, over her teeth, and tickled the sensitive roof of her mouth. She whimpered and pulled back from Mason, the need for more oxygen a close second to having his mouth on hers.
“What are you doing to me?” Pip panted out.
“This,” Mason replied, walking out of the kitchen, carrying her to a bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed, taking her with him so she was straddling his lap. He pulled her tight into his groin, thrusting his hard cock up into the junction of her thighs. “You’re wet for us, baby. I can feel your moisture through your track pants.”
“Oh God. Please?”
“Please what, sugar?” Chip asked from behind her.
“I don’t know,” Pip sobbed out, not really knowing what she wanted, what she was asking for.
“We’ll take care of you, darlin’. We know what you need,” Chip whispered into Pippa’s ear. She shivered as his hot, moist breath caressed her ear canal. He moved closer to her side, wrapped an arm around her waist, and slid the palm of his hand up her torso until he palmed her breast.. He gave a growl of appreciation as Pip arched into his touch.
Pippa couldn’t believe what she was letting her best friends do to her. She wanted to get them naked, wanted to be nude, as well. She wanted to feel their glorious skin sliding over hers, their hands and mouths caressing her body. She cried out with frustration when Chip pulled his hand away from her breast, but then she felt his hands on the hem of her sweater. He pulled it up and off over her head. Then his hands were on her large T-shirt, and he whipped that up and over her head, too. She was totally naked from the waist up. She instinctively raised her hands and arms to cover her naked breasts, only to have her wrists clasped in two large, warm hands.
“Never, ever, cover yourself to us, baby. You are so sexy. Your little body is so exquisite,” Mason growled out.
Pippa didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything at all. She just stared at him as he stared back at her with hunger in his eyes. Her nipples were hard, pointed tips, reaching out for their hands and mouths. Mason moved his head in toward her and took her mouth with his. The kiss was so carnal she felt her juices dripping from her pussy. She was in way over her head and didn’t know if she wanted to stop.
Chapter Three
Pippa felt as if she were on fire. Liquid heat traveled throughout her blood, making her body and limbs feel heavy, languid. She had to rely on Mason and Chip to keep her from falling to the floor like a blob of jelly. She knew she should stop them before things got totally out of hand, but the pleasure her three friends were giving her was so decadent, so erotically carnal and exquisite, she didn’t know if she had the strength, or even wanted, to call a halt to their lovemaking.
She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Mason moved his head forward. She couldn’t help but cry out with delight as he sucked one of her hard nipples into the warm depths of his mouth. She arched her spine, pushing her breast into his mouth as he suckled and laved her turgid peak. She closed her eyes at the electric shards of pleasure shooting from the tip of her breast down her torso and abdomen to the heat of her cunt. Her pussy pulsed and clenched, her clit an aching throb she needed eased before she went crazy with desire. She could feel her juices slicking her pussy lips with her arousal, making her panties wet with her need.
She whimpered in the back of her throat as she felt one of Chip’s hands slide down over her sensitive stomach to beneath the waistband of her sweats. She moaned as she rocked her pelvis, realizing she was asking for more without words. He slid his large fingers through her hot, wet flesh, and she bucked hard, trying to get him to touch her where she needed it the most. The first flick of his warm, callused fingertip sent her flying to the stars. A scream then a primal growl escaped her throat as her body shuddered, her pussy clenching and releasing in an ecstasy so blindingly bright she saw stars.
“You are so fucking hot, baby.” Mason growled as he shifted her onto the bed and leaned over her supine, satiated body.
“I can’t wait to get a taste of that pussy,” Randy stated as he crawled up beside Pip. “I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”
“What? Oh my God. What are you doing to me? How did we get in here? Let me up. Oh no, I’m half-naked, for goodness’ sake,” Pip wailed as she scrambled to the other side of the bed, trying to pull the comforter with her to cover her breasts.
Pippa froze as she took in the sight of her parents’ bedroom for the second time since she had returned home. Memories slammed into her, knocking the breath out of her lungs as she saw the all-too-familiar room. She remembered getting into her parents’ bed as a small child, climbing in between them in the morning as she soaked up their love and comfort. She could have sworn the scent of her mom’s perfume and her dad’s cologne still lingered in the air.
She could feel the pain and rage of their loss building up in her chest, as if it had been only yesterday Sheriff Jackson had broken the bad news to the twelve-year-old Pip. Her eyes wandered to every surface in the room. Her mom’s jewelry box was still sitting on the wooden dressing table, as if waiting for her to walk back in the room to make a selection. Her mom’s hairbrush was lying beside the jewelry box, strands of hair snared in the bristles. A pair of her dad’s cuff links was sitting on the dresser, as if they had been nonchalantly discarded the previous evening. His comb was beside her mom’s hairbrush. Her eyes stopped on two rings lying side by side, nestled in a padded jewelry case. One of the men moved as if to comfort her. She caught the movement in her peripheral vision and was thankful for the distraction. She faced them then, making sure her face was devoid of all emotion as she held the large comforter in front of her half-naked body.
“I don’t know what you think you were trying to prove. I am not someone you can just fuck to relieve your physical needs. I don’t want you to think that because I let you kiss me that I am willing to have a relationship with you. I am not into one-night stands or even two-night stands. I am not interested in a relationship with any of you or anyone else, now or in the near future. I came back home to work at the newspaper and am only interested in furthering my career. I would like you all to leave. Now, please.”
“Darlin’, we’re not…” Randy began, but hesitated when Pip held up a hand.
“I don’t want to hear any excuses. I’m tired and want to crawl into my bed, alone, to sleep. I will always be your friend, but that is all we can ever be. I want you to respect my wishes. Now, please go home so I can go to bed.”
Pip watched as the three Sage brothers looked to each other and then to her. She was sure they were communicating with their eyes and had reached some sort of agreement. She could see the concern for her in their eyes, as well as their frustration. What she couldn’t tell was whether their frustration was because they hadn’t gotten their rocks off, or if it was because she had told them she wasn’t interested in a relationship with them. Randy left the room first with Chip close on his heels. Mason was a
t the door of her parents’ room when he stopped to look back at her over his shoulder.
“Don’t forget to lock up, baby,” he stated, and then he was gone.
Pip waited until she heard the front door close and the sound of their car engine turning over before she moved to the door. She locked up and stopped in her parent’s bedroom to pick up her discarded clothes. She started the shower and had nearly finished washing, trying to erase their touch from her mind and body, when the first sob hit. How long she stood in the shower sobbing before her legs gave out and she slid to the shower floor, she had no idea. She only became aware of her surroundings when the water in the shower eventually ran cold. She turned off the faucets and stepped out onto the bath mat.
Pippa struggled to dry herself off. Her limbs were so heavy and shaky, her head throbbing, her eyes swollen and as red as her nose. She felt as if she were more than a century old. She pulled her sleeping shirt back on, brushed her hair and teeth, and then crawled into bed. She stared at the ceiling, too afraid to fall asleep, knowing she would only dream of the horrors of that night so long ago that had been forever etched into her mind.
* * * *
Mason sat at the kitchen table drinking beer with Randy and Chip, each silent as they tried to process what had gone wrong, or if they had done something to set her off. They began talking, trying to understand what had sent Pip running scared.
“I know our first mistake was taking her into her parents’ room. I caught a look of horror in her eyes when she realized where she was,” Mason stated. “She tried to hide it, but she wasn’t quick enough.”
“Fuck. How could we have done that to her? I can still see her eyes glued to her parents’ wedding rings sitting on the dresser. She tried to wipe all expression from her face, but I can still see that haunted look in her eyes. She was so calm and cool when she kicked us out. Determined to keep things on an impersonal level. We really fucked up with Pip. What the hell are we going to do now?” asked Chip.
“We ease back and take things slow. We don’t want her running scared again. She’s only just come back home, and there is no way in hell I want to give her a reason to turn tail and run. We keep things on a platonic level. Ease her back into a friendship with us. When she’s comfortable, then we begin to put more pressure on her, but we do it in stages. We already know what a little firecracker she is. We just have to convince her we want her for the long haul. Do you think it was because the three of us were trying to be with her together?” Randy asked.
“Could be. She’s probably never even heard the word ménage before. Plus, I think she could still be a virgin,” Mason articulated.
Mason hid his grin when Chip and Randy groaned out loud. He knew their dicks would be as hard as his. He had just settled down again, and now he was instantly hard, his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans. The thought of their little Pip still untouched had him, as well as his younger brothers, gripping the edge of the table to prevent themselves from speeding back over to her house, stripping her naked, and fucking her brains out.
Mason and his brothers had only ever shared one woman in their life. It had been such a turn-on that they had discussed the possibility of sharing one special woman for the rest of their lives. He and his brothers had been looking and had gone out a few times singularly to wine and dine candidates, the other two nearby so they could watch and listen. Every one of those women had been vetoed by one or the other. Until now. The moment he had walked into Pippa’s house after so many years of her missing from their lives, he had known, unequivocally, that she was right for all three of them.
He knew she was a feisty little thing, had always had a temper on her as a kid. He and his brothers had seen glimpses of the fire she had in that compact, sexy little body of hers and knew, even though she was trying to hide it from them and most likely from herself, she was full of fire and passion, still left untapped. He just had to make her let go of her self-control and reel her in when she did. Because there was no way in hell he was letting anyone else anywhere near her when she finally let go. She was theirs. She just didn’t know it yet.
Chapter Four
Pippa followed the current chief editor, Nate Morgan, around the Shelby News offices. The fiftysomething man showed her where everything was, from the second floor down to the ground floor. The incessant ringing of phones and clacking of nails on keyboards made her relax for the first time since she had arrived back in Shelby. The familiarity of her surroundings was like coming home. She could feel the buzz in the air as reporters wrote articles and secretaries fielded phone calls, and the hum of chatter wound over her like a familiar blanket.
Nate Morgan finally led her back to the second floor and showed her where her own cramped work cubicle was located. He introduced her to staff along the way. She tried to remember everyone, but knew she would be asking their names over and over again until they became ingrained in her mind. She glanced up as a familiar face came into view and had to stop herself from physically stepping back into her own personal comfort zone.
“This is Philippa Grovner. Philippa, this is Alex White,” Nate Morgan introduced.
“We’ve met,” Alex replied, taking a step forward and holding out his hand. “We’re neighbors, actually.”
“Alex,” Pip responded, offering her hand politely. She felt a shudder of alarm travel the length of her spine at the contact of Alex’s hand and the unmitigated leer she could see in his eyes. Even the man’s smile was false, but she was going to have to put her personal likes and dislikes aside if she was going to make a name for herself and travel up the so-called corporate ladder while she tried to gather information on the death of her parents.
“If you’ll follow me, Philippa, I’ll take you to human resources so you can get the paperwork side of things completed,” Nate stated, then led the way down the long length of hallway. Once Pip was finished with the dreaded paperwork, she went back into Nate’s office to find out what her first assignment would be.
* * * *
Pip settled into a routine over the next few weeks. It didn’t take her long to find her feet in her new job. The confidence she had in her corporate world kicked in, making the shy, insecure person she really was take a backseat. She saw the Sage brothers at least once a week, but was more than thankful they hadn’t made any more passes together or separately. She loved having them drop in unannounced for a coffee and a chat, as well as the fact they were getting to know each other all over again. She hadn’t brought up that embarrassing night when they had seduced her out of her clothes and was more than grateful they hadn’t either. She pushed it to the back of her mind where it belonged and got on with her career.
Pip had been working at the paper for just on three weeks, and after a harrowing day of covering a horrific four-car pileup on a freeway fifty minutes outside of Shelby, she was more than ready to call it a day. She gathered up her purse and keys and headed toward the stairs, feeling excitement for the coming evening.
* * * *
He watched the sway of her hips and felt his loins tighten in anticipation. He had planned this out since he was in his early teens. If it hadn’t been for her and her perfect family, he would still have a mother and father. It was all her and her family’s fault he had had to survive the horrors of foster care. He could still remember the screams of his mother as his father strangled her, and then the sound of the jail cell slamming shut. That had been the last time he had seen his father. His father had been murdered in his jail cell in prison. He had raged against her family and laughed hysterically when her parents had been killed in a so-called random act of violence. He had made his plans but had not been sure he would ever have the chance to see them come to fruition. Now that she was back, he was going to have some fun with her before he ended everything and got his revenge with his planned finale.
* * * *
When Pip arrived home, she headed straight for the shower. As she washed her hair and body, she admitted to herself she was a
ctually happy Mason, Randy, and Chip had invited her over to their ranch for dinner. She was looking forward to having a meal cooked for her rather than a quick snack nuked in the microwave. And if she was honest with herself, she was also looking forward to spending more time with her sexy, hunky friends. She’d learned to keep her emotions hidden from the three hot Sage brothers. She also knew they were totally unaware of the way they made her feel whenever they were around. At least she thought they weren’t aware. She worked hard at keeping her emotions and needs at bay, and not showing on her face. She treated them like she had when she was a child, like the good friends they were. She’d had to teach herself to breathe evenly and deeply, as well as to keep her face a blank mask of indifference. She didn’t have the time or the inclination to get involved with any of the brothers, and she was determined to keep their relationship platonic.
