Weekend Surrender

by Lori King

  She shivered when the cool temperature of the room chilled her damp nether regions, and turned her attention back to the other three Brooks brothers. Rogan and Hudson had both managed to pull jeans on, but Sawyer still reclined beside her, deliciously nude.

  “Sawyer, as much as I enjoy the view, if you don’t get dressed I might just jump you again,” she said, playfully running her finger down the indentation in the center of his six-pack abs.

  “Fuck that. Go ahead and jump me, baby. I’m all yours,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  Rogan suddenly scooped her up from the bed drawing a startled yelp from her. “No you don’t. You need a little break. We are far from done playing with you, but I want you to last through the whole weekend, and besides, if you’re going to jump anyone, it should be me.”

  He stood her on her feet next to a large chest of drawers and quickly pulled out a white t-shirt. Smiling, he tugged it over her arms and down to cover her nudity, before he stepped back to take in the view. From nearby Hudson whistled, and Sawyer groaned.

  “What?” she asked curiously.

  “Ever heard that song by Keith Urban? The one that says “you look good in my shirt”?” Hudson’s eyes had darkened with heat, and she felt lust coil in her belly.

  Rogan ran his hand down her arm, before brushing a lock of her brown hair away from her eyes. “Oh yeah, I have never seen anyone look so good in a plain white shirt.”

  Rachel shifted uncomfortably, and wrinkled her nose, “Okay enough of that. I don’t need pretty words—”

  “You need to eat, and rest,” Parker’s commanding tone cut off her words as he pushed Rogan out of the way and grabbed her hand. Spinning her around so she faced the door, he directed her out of the bedroom. She could hear the curses and grumblings of his three brothers as he stole her from their presence and led her into the living room. “But, Rachel, if we want to whisper pretty words to you, you need to just enjoy them.”

  She rolled her eyes as he set her down on her feet next to the sofa. His sigh of frustration was loud and clear. “Sit down.”

  She flinched. “I’m not a dog, Parker!”

  The muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth. She could tell he wasn’t used to being disobeyed when he gave a command, but she was ridiculously pleased when he finally said, “Please sit.”

  She hesitated before letting out a loud huff and plopping down onto the sofa.

  “Thank you, sunshine. We’ll discuss punishment for your attitude later.” He winked at her as he left the room, and she snapped her gaping mouth shut. Sawyer and Rogan stood in the doorway with matching grins on their faces, while Hudson followed Parker to the kitchen.

  “What did he mean by that?” she asked, but only got shrugs in response.

  “Who knows? Parker is a special kind of guy,” Sawyer said as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap.

  She knew she should probably resist just to keep some distance between them, but her body instinctively snuggled into his broad chest. His warm masculine scent filled her nose and she let it sink into her brain. She felt so comfortable in his arms. It was like she was meant to be there. A twinge of unease niggled at her brain. She was getting too close to these guys. If she let herself, she could easily fall in love with the four Brooks brothers, and that would get her hurt. Her entire body tensed at the thought, and Sawyer noticed.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, frowning down at her. His arms were still wrapped around her, with one hand resting on the outside of her upper thigh, and the other cupping her butt. With his naked chest pressed against her cheek, she could feel his heartbeat pick up speed at her silence.

  “Nothing. I’m good,” she whispered, running her fingers over the small patch of hair between his nipples.

  “What happened with Mitch?”

  Parker’s voice was loud in her ears as he came back into the room carrying a tray. The awkward question wasn’t one she had any interest in answering. Especially not when telling the truth would point out her flaws to the four men she had just had mind-blowing sex with.

  “None of your business,” she snapped without moving from her place in Sawyers arms. He seemed to freeze underneath her, and she tilted her head to look up at him. His eyes were suddenly jumping between her and Parker, and it made her very uncomfortable.

  “Rachel, I’m going to ask you again, and this time it would be in your best interest if you answered me with a little more respect. What happened with Mitch?” Ice laced Parker’s voice now, and it tweaked at the feminist in her. Why did he have to ruin the moment by turning into an arrogant asshole?

  “Respect this, Parker, Mitch is none of your fucking business. What happened between us happened, and it’s over now. I’m here with you, but I won’t be for much longer if you don’t get off your goddamn high horse and stop treating me like I’m a child.” She stood and moved toward the hallway door with every intention of getting showered and getting dressed to leave. Rogan’s hand shot out and latched onto her wrist stopping her before she made it that far. The temperature in the room dropped at least fifteen degrees as she stood glaring at Parker, who just glared back in that domineeringly sexy way. Why the hell does he have to be so hot when he is being so bossy?

  “Rachel, he just wants to know if we need to go kick Mitch’s ass for hurting you,” Rogan said, easing his grip and stroking his thumb over the pulse in her wrist.

  She jerked her head over to stare at him in surprise, and then looked back to Parker who hadn’t moved a muscle. “Is that true?”

  His only acknowledgement was a sharp nod, and she immediately warmed inside. That certainly changed things. Pulling her wrist from Rogan’s loosened grip, she took two large steps and leapt up into Parker’s arms locking her legs around his waist, and pressing her bare pussy against his naked abs. Like he was actually expecting it, he caught her with ease, and wrapped one arm around her waist while his other arm went under her ass to support her. She pressed a hot kiss to his open mouth, sucking his tongue into hers, and pushed all of the passion, gratitude, and desire she had for him into the kiss. He responded instantly, squeezing her tightly, and groaning against her mouth.

  “Well hell, if I had known bossing her around would get her all worked up like that, I would have tried it myself,” Sawyer grumbled behind her from his place on the couch.

  She tore her mouth away from Parker, panting hard and enjoying the blazing lust that glowed in his eyes. “Thank you.”

  The muscles in his jaw softened just a little bit, and his lip quirked up, “Sunshine, you’re sexy as fuck when you get all high and mighty. Makes me want to paddle your ass until it’s red hot.”

  Rachel swallowed hard as her pussy creamed at the mental image of him spanking her ass. “I will have to make sure I disobey you regularly.”

  The wicked grin that spread across his face, and the matching groans from his three brothers, made her laugh. It was a whole body laugh as she tossed her head back and just let the joy of these four men fill her up. Parker settled into a chair with her straddling his lap, and his thick cock pressing his zipper against her clit.

  “Mmmm…you don’t feel like you want to eat right now,” she said, trailing kisses down his throat.

  “Well, I want to eat right now, honey, but it ain’t this ice cream I want to eat,” Hudson said from behind her.

  “Ice cream?” She stopped what she was doing and twisted to see three pairs of desire-filled eyes focused on her ass where the t-shirt had ridden up. “Hey, eyes up top!”

  Laughing, Rogan reached for the tray of bowls, and waved one at her. “Come here, sexy. I know you have a weakness for ice cream, and I will happily share mine.”

  Parker swatted her ass gently as she climbed out of his lap to move over to Rogan, and she flashed him a grin. Turning back to his older brother, she frowned. “Hey, why are there only four bowls?”

  Rogan just grinned and waved a spoon at her. “I told you I would share, come here, Rach.”


  When she was settled on his lap, he held up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream for her, and she grinned. “Where’s the chocolate syrup and whipped cream?”

  “I’ll give you cream, baby,” Sawyer muttered under his breath, while Hudson handed over a bottle of chocolate syrup. Rogan quickly added it to the bowl of ice cream and the spoon before lifting it to her lips.

  “Open wide,” he teased, and this time she obeyed without hesitation. As soon as the ice cream hit her tongue, her eyes drifted shut and she sighed.

  “Mmm…that’s good,” she moaned with pleasure. “How did you guys know I have a soft spot for ice cream.”

  Parker snorted, “Sunshine, everyone in town knows how often you visit the ice cream shop. I believe you have a particular affinity to the Chocolate Mountain flavor, or at least that’s what flavor I’ve seen you with.”

  “Yeah, Dotty actually created that flavor just for me, because I love chocolate so much.” She sat in Rogan’s lap staring across the room at Parker with wide eyes. It was astonishing to her that these guys knew her that well. If someone had asked her yesterday about the four Brooks brothers, she would have simply explained they were friends, but not close friends. Apparently, they were closer to her than she thought.

  “Your ice cream is melting, Rach,” Rogan said softly, holding another spoonful up to her parted lips. She took the bite, and then licked her lips with pleasure.

  Rogan’s eyes followed the movement of her tongue, and his pupils dilated. She could feel this cock thicken under her ass, and she squirmed a little enjoying his sharp hiss of breath. His fist tightened on the handle of the spoon as he dipped more of the sweet concoction for her. It was really quite decadent to be sitting half-naked on his lap while he hand fed her. Add to the fact his three equally sexy brothers sat nearby watching and waiting for their turn to share with her, and it melted her mind. Her clit started to throb, and she shifted her position, drawing a groan from Rogan.

  He continued to feed her the ice cream, and she made sure to tease and taunt him with every lick of the spoon. Just as the spoon jingled in the bowl signaling the end of the erotic interlude, she slid from his lap to the floor between his knees.

  “What are you doing, sexy?” Rogan’s jaw was clenched, and his abs were drawn up tight with tension. She could see the fat mushroom head of his cock sticking up over the top of his blue jeans, and her mouth watered.

  “Thanking you for sharing your dessert,” she whispered as she slid his zipper down carefully so as not to maim his twitching cock.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as she darted her tongue out to lap at the drop of pre-cum glistening on top of his erection.

  “Not yet, Rogan, be patient,” she murmured, licking her way down his cock to his balls and back up. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid her lips over his length, sucking hard as he hit her tonsils.

  The sound of his heavy breathing echoed in her head, and she forgot about everything except the feeling and taste of his thick dick in her mouth. She couldn’t quite take him all the way down her throat, so she added her hands to the mix, and began a squeezing twisting motion in combination with her sucking. Pressing her tongue up against the sensitive spot just below the corona of his cock, she hummed softly, and nearly laughed when he cursed again.

  The large vein on the underside of his prick started throbbing, and she pulled back to tease the head a little more. Apparently that didn’t suit his current plan, because he slid his hand into her long hair, and gripped her tightly. Directing her head downward, he thrust up to meet her. Relaxing her jaw so she could take more of him, she let him face fuck her.

  Her eyes opened to watch him, and met his dark brown gaze as he watched. A shiver of lust stroked through her at the need she saw on his face. Swallowing hard, she began a hard sucking motion as he thrust between her lips, and with a shout, his cum began shooting into her mouth. Refusing to lose a drop, she tightened her lips, and swallowed every bit of his cream, enjoying the feeling of feminine accomplishment as he dropped his head back onto the chair and sighed heavily. She didn’t release his cock until it stopped twitching, and she sat back on her haunches. Rogan tugged his hand free of her hair, and stroked it down her cheek with a wink that made her blush.

  Chapter Seven

  “Damn. I want to share next,” Hudson said in a husky voice from behind her. She jumped a little at the reminder of their audience, and giggled.

  “Only if you have ice cream,” she responded with a laugh, as Rogan lifted her up and into his lap.

  She settled her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled his spicy male scent deeply, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running up and down her arm and leg, and his wide chest pillowing her body. Before she could stop herself she yawned widely, and Rogan chuckled.

  “Our girl is damn near asleep, boys. I think it’s time to give her a little rest.”

  Rachel lifted her head and looked around at the other brothers. No one seemed upset at all, and she breathed a little sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, guys. It’s been awhile since I’ve had more than one orgasm in a night, and I lost count of how many I had tonight. I think Rogan’s right, I need some sleep.”

  “Rachel, don’t ever be sorry to tell us what you need,” Parker answered with a frown. He stood and moved to her side, reaching for her. She went willingly, and he began leading her back down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

  They bypassed Hudson’s room this time, and went into another across the hall. She was surprised to find herself in what was clearly Rogan’s room. He had the same bedframe as Hudson, but his room was neat as a pin. There was very little clutter scattered on top of the dresser and nightstand, and the sheets were even turned down at the head of the bed awaiting its nightly occupant. She giggled at the pair of slippers she saw peeking out from under the edge, and then jumped when Hudson spoke in her ear.

  “Yeah, he’s a bit of a neat freak. The rest of us aren’t so much, that’s why Parker brought you in here. We’ll have to make do with switching rooms until we get the master suite finished. Then we’ll have more space.”

  Rachel flashed him a smile. “It has a bed and a pillow so it will work perfectly for my needs tonight. So which one of you is a cuddler?”

  “That would be me, baby. I’m a spooner,” Sawyer said, stepping into the bedroom behind Hudson. Rogan followed, and she was again surrounded by large muscular bodies.

  It’s like I’m in heaven.

  Shaking off the lust that kept fuzzing her brain, she patted Sawyer’s chest. “Good to know. You have to sleep in another bed, because I need my own zip code when I sleep.”

  He looked shocked, and his brothers were all laughing. “What?”

  “Yep, sorry, big guy. I am not a cuddler. In fact, I’m kind of a bed hog, so whomever is brave enough to share the bed with me, gets what he deserves.” She turned and walked away from them, not wanting to be a part of the discussion over who would share her bed. That wasn’t a choice she could make. Reaching the doorway to the bathroom, she turned back, “I’m going to wash up before I sleep. I’ll just be a minute.”

  No one said anything, so she went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She rested her back against it and stared at herself in the mirror over the sink. The woman staring back was tousled and looked like she had been well loved. Her hair was in wild curls around her head, and there was a small love bite on her throat. Swollen lips were reddened, and her eyes were slightly glassy. A whisker burn ran down the inside of one thigh, and she grinned remembering how it got there. Never before had she felt so affected by anyone.

  It was a pity that it was four men instead of just one, because there was no future in this weekend of pleasure. Her stomach dipped as she thought about leaving Sunday. How would she handle seeing them around town? Or God forbid seeing them with another woman at the bar? This whole charade was going to blow up in her face, she had no doubt, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She wanted to suck the joy out of eve
ry possible moment she could so later she could look back on this weekend and smile.

  Straightening her spine, she washed up, and ran her fingers through her hair. There was a change of clothes in her bag, but she wasn’t interested in taking off Hudson’s t-shirt. It felt too perfect to want to remove it. Blocking out the reasons she shook herself mentally because she wasn’t ready to examine those feelings.

  When she opened the bedroom door, she was stunned to find Rogan and Parker both in the room waiting for her. “Seriously, guys? I wasn’t joking. I’m not the best sleeping partner.”

  Rogan grinned and Parker shook his head, “Sunshine, we’re putting you in the middle, that way we can rein you in when we need to. Don’t worry about the two of us, we’ll be fine.”

  She sighed and shrugged, “Okay, but if you hit the floor in the middle of the night, don’t blame me.”

  They were settled into the bed in a few moments, and she lay on her back staring at the ceiling with a man on either side of her watching her. It was awkward. What was she supposed to say?

  “You’re overthinking,” Rogan said softly.

  The darkness hid the ever-present blush that heated her cheeks, and she turned her head to look at him. She couldn’t see the definition of his face, only his silhouette, but she knew he was completely focused on her right now.

  “Tell me why four brothers would ever want to share a woman amongst them?” she asked quietly, expecting them to deny her.

  Parker sighed heavily, and ran his hand down her arm to lace his fingers with hers. “I can’t speak for the others, but for me it’s something I struggled with when we first started talking about it. I have very strong dominant tendencies—”

  “What? You? No way!” Rachel feigned a shocked gasp and lifted their clenched hands to her chest while Rogan laughed.

  “Okay, so I’m a Dominant. It’s not something I do intentionally. It’s just part of my makeup. But as I was saying, having the need to be in control went completely against the idea of a ménage. It’s not like my three brothers are going to stand back and wait for me to direct all of the action, so I wasn’t sure I could make it work.”