by Lori King
“What changed your mind?”
“My dad withered away and died because of a broken heart after mama died. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would have been like for her if she had been alive when he died and suddenly found herself alone. A ménage relationship protects our woman from being completely alone. If something tragic were to happen to one of us, there would be three of us left behind to help console her and make sure she was still loved and protected.
Rachel was silent while she listened to Parker’s reasoning. She was stunned at the depth of emotion she could hear in his voice. He was serious. He wanted a ménage relationship so his woman would always be cared for. It was deeply touching, and it made her heart warm. He might be a bossy prick on occasion, but there was more under the surface yet to be explored.
Rogan spoke up before Rachel could voice her opinion, “For me it stems from the fact I love and respect my brothers, and we all seem to have the same taste in women. I don’t see any reason for limitations on love, and I believe people can love more than one person at a time. I figure if we find the one woman, with a big enough heart, and a strong enough spine to tolerate all four of us, then we should tie her to the bed and never let her go.”
A laugh broke free from her throat, and she reached her other hand up to cup Rogan’s cheek. “I’m not sure that’s the best way to propose it to a woman, but good luck.”
“Why does ménage intimidate you, but my dominance doesn’t, Rachel?” Parker’s question was a valid one, and she took a minute to think about it.
“There are moments when you can be over-the-top bossy, but usually your demands, or requests if you want to call them, are to my benefit. I can’t say I’m perfectly submissive, but I’m happy to let a man lead in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly into pain, so I don’t know if I could ever be a legitimate sub and get my ass beat,” she said trying to sound serious, but smiling anyway.
“Okay, so you don’t want a twenty-four seven relationship with a Dom, but that doesn’t tell us why ménage scares you so much,” Rogan responded.
“Ménage doesn’t scare me, I guess…it’s the relationship part that scares me.” When they were both silent at her admission, she grew nervous. “I just haven’t had any luck with committed relationships. You saw what Mitch did to me, and he's not the first guy that’s cheated on me. In fact, I haven’t had a single relationship with a man where I didn’t get hurt. My own father took off when I was just eight years old after he fell in love with his office assistant, and I watched my mom attempt to date over and over through the years only to get hurt in some way every time. You have to understand I just don’t want to get hurt again.”
“So you’re going to avoid relationships forever?” Rogan asked, and Rachel frowned up at his darkened profile.
“No I guess not. I don’t know. Right now, I just don’t know what I want.”
Silence reigned after that, and Rachel found she was completely comfortable just lying there holding their hands in the quiet of the night. It was an oddly cathartic experience. Neither man judged her for her opinions, or for the fact that Mitch had cheated on her. They didn’t push her to make decisions she wasn’t ready to make, or question her about things she wasn’t ready to talk about. They just listened and absorbed it all.
****
It wasn’t long before the weight of sleep swallowed her, and Parker lay staring down at her while she slept. His hand was still laced with hers and resting on her rib cage where he could feel the even keel of her breathing, and the thud of her heart. A heart that had been damaged, yet longing for love.
He knew his brothers shared his attraction and fascination with Rachel, but until this moment, he had never expected to find himself falling in love with her too. He admired her spunk and her determination. She fought for what she wanted, yet knew when the right time to back down was as well.
This little five foot tall wildcat had managed to rope his heart with her easy acceptance of who he was and what he wanted out of a woman. She hadn’t yet accepted she was theirs, lock stock and barrel, but she would.
Chapter Eight
Sawyer was in the kitchen frying bacon when Rachel emerged from Rogan’s bedroom the next morning. He had spent most of the night wishing it was him in her bed and not his brothers. It was ridiculous to be so smitten with a woman who resisted a commitment, but it was his reality right now.
She nearly brought him to his knees when she stepped into the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in a pair of well-worn blue jeans, a t-shirt advertising the local rodeo, and bare feet. Even her toes were sexy, how was that even possible?
“Morning, Sawyer. Mmm…something smells good in here,” she spoke from across the room, and her body language gave her away. Her nerves were back and she was worried about what they would think of her in the morning light.
Beckoning her with his free hand, he was pleased when she walked directly to his side. “Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in against his chest, and pressing his nose against her still damp hair.
“Better than I expected. I’m not so sure about Parker and Rogan though. Rogan hit the floor at least once last night. Parker was lucky enough to have the side of the bed that was close to the wall.” They both laughed, and Sawyer squeezed her tighter.
“Tonight Hudson and I are taking our chances with you. I’ll be damned if I’ll have you for a weekend and not have the pleasure of sleeping next to you.”
She giggled, “Alright, but it’s your funeral. So whatcha making?”
“Bacon and pancakes. Sound good?” The moan of pleasure she let out had his cock hardening in his jeans and he shifted her so she was pinned between him and the counter top. “Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes. Want a taste?”
He dipped his finger in the sticky syrup sitting nearby, and then lifted it to her lips. Watching in amazement as those plump, pink lips parted for him and sucked deeply at his appendage. His cock throbbed against his zipper, and he pressed it firmly into her belly as her tongue danced over the tip of his finger. She released him with a loud “pop” and grinned up at him.
“Tastes decadent, but you know, I’m not really a bacon kinda girl.”
For just a moment Sawyer frowned down at the little brunette bundle, thinking he had actually made a mistake in selecting breakfast, but the wicked grin that split her face had his curiosity peaked. “Not a bacon lover? What kind of red-blooded Texas girl are you?”
“I’m actually more of a sausage fan…” her hand slid to the zipper that was already stretched to its capacity over his erection, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth when she squeezed his shaft.
“Fuck, Rachel!”
“Shut off the stove, Sawyer. We can eat later.”
He didn’t even hesitate as he flipped the burner off, feeling no remorse for the pancake, which remained on the griddle and would be wasted. If his woman was horny, he was damn sure going to oblige her in some morning fun, especially if it meant he got her all to himself.
Handing her the bottle of syrup, he scooped her up in his arms and whisked her into the office just off the kitchen. It was the closest room with a locking door, and he was determined to make use of its privacy. Kicking the door closed behind him, he sat her down on the edge of the large cherry wood desk, and quickly pushed the few items covering it to the floor. With one step he had the door locked and he was back in Rachel’s arms. Lips locked and teeth clashing as they both reached for the ecstasy they could only achieve together.
He tugged her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor, pleased to find her bra-less and arching up into his touch. Clamping his lips over one nipple, he suckled hard drawing a yelp and a hiss of breath from her.
“Oh my God, Sawyer!”
She leaned back to rest on her elbows, and he quickly pulled her jeans down her thighs. When he pulled them off her ankles, he took a moment to bend and press a kiss to the arch of each of her sexy b
are feet. Her moan of pleasure had him kissing his way up to the glorious V between her thighs.
Her scent was a seductive blend of wild flowers and woman, arousal and springtime. The power of his own need to claim her took his breath away. Feeling like a sap, he tugged her flimsy satin panties to one side and pressed a hot opened mouth kiss to her pussy. She was already wet, and her juices were sweet and tangy.
“Oh my God, Sawyer!” she whimpered, and wiggled underneath his feasting mouth.
Pausing, Sawyer snagged the bottle of syrup from where it had landed next to her hip, and drizzled the sticky sweetness over the dip of her belly between her hips, and in a line down to her sweet spot. She shivered with anticipation, and he nearly dropped the bottle on her.
“What are you doing now, cowboy?” she asked with a giggle.
“Well, ma’am, my breakfast was rudely interrupted, so I’m going to eat out.” He didn’t need to wait for her response. He knew she was just as turned on as he was. There was a light pink flush covering her cheeks, throat, and upper chest, and her lips were parted with her heavy breathing.
The sweet sugar of the syrup paired with the delicious fragrance of Rachel made his knees buckle, and he knelt between her spread thighs lapping up the syrup and her cream furiously. She began to thrust against him, and her fingernails found his scalp. Scoring the skin and tugging at his hair, encouraging him to continue and begging him to stop all at once. Taking in every subtle thrust and arch of her hips, he followed her with his tongue, pressing into her warm cavity before flickering over her pulsing clit.
“Sweet Jesus! Sawyer, let me come!”
“You got it, sexy,” he said it just loud enough for her to hear him over her pants, and then he pressed two fingers into her pussy while sucking her clit between his lips. She shattered underneath him, crying out and shivering with passion. Moisture flooded out of her cunt and over his fingers, and he lapped it up with joy. Bringing her pleasure was more satisfying than any orgasm he could remember having, like a drug, he craved more of it.
Her fingers found his hair and she tugged at him until he rose up over her limp body. “Yes, ma’am?”
“That….was…amazing.”
Pride filled his chest, and his cock twitched in response. “You’re welcome.”
She giggled, “I hope you aren’t ready to call it quits just yet. You know, usually when I partake in a meal I get filled up, and I haven’t felt very full yet.”
Sawyer reached down to release his cock from his jeans while he pressed another kiss to her mouth, “Don’t worry, baby, I will fill you up again and again until you’re completely satisfied.”
He retrieved a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, and slid it on over his aching dick. Taking his cock in hand, he ran it up and down her pussy lips. The little wriggle and whimper she gave were hypnotic, and he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of his cock stretching her puffy pussy lips apart. Easing into her, he savored the scorching hot sensation of her body, and the lusty groan that rumbled out of her throat.
When his balls hit her ass cheeks, he sighed with pleasure and wrapped his hands around her hipbones to hold her in place. “Are you full yet, Rachel?”
“Completely,” she moaned and rolled her hips up to him, making his jaw clench and his balls tighten.
“Good, now hold on, baby.”
He began to thrust his cock in and out of her tight pussy, tipping her hips so he pressed against her G-spot every time he sunk into her. Listening to her whimper, moan, and cry out her pleasure as he brought her back to the edge of orgasm.
“Sawyer, please!”
“Yes, baby, come for me, Rachel, come all over my cock.”
Her body reacted to his demand and she arched violently up off the desk. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his biceps, and her ankles locked behind him with her heels resting on his ass. There was no way she could have known how comforting her hold was, or how much he needed to feel the bite of her fingernails in his skin. She couldn’t possibly know how important it was to him to have those love marks on him to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Rachel’s cunt convulsed around him, and he stopped fighting his own orgasm, filling the condom and dropping his weight onto his elbows at her sides. It was a good fifteen minutes before either took the initiative to pull away and clean up. There was only one pancake casualty, and the bacon was perfectly cooked if slightly cold. All in all it was the best morning Sawyer had ever experienced, and he was praying that it was the first one in a lifetime of perfect mornings with Rachel.
****
Rogan’s voice interrupted Rachel and Sawyer’s playful banter over the breakfast dishes. “Someone looks like the cat that ate the parakeet this morning.”
“I do believe it’s the canary, bro, but I did eat well this morning. In fact, I feasted on the sweetest delicacy—”
Sawyer’s sexy innuendo was cut off when Rachel planted her elbow under his rib cage. “Hush! Yes, you could say I’m in a good mood this morning. I spent all of last night having wickedly hot sex with four delicious brothers, why wouldn’t I be smiling?”
Rogan moved closer and pressed a tender kiss on Rachel’s still puffy lips. When he lifted his head, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the dark desire in his eyes. “I have to admit, sexual satisfaction looks good on you, love.”
Pleasure filled her chest, and she rose up on her toes to kiss him again. This time there was no tenderness, only passion and possession as his tongue forced its way past her lips and stroked over her teeth. It took everything she had to break the kiss and step backwards so her lungs could refill with badly needed oxygen.
“Wanna go for a ride, cowgirl?”
A red-hot blush crept over her cheeks, and she glanced over her shoulder at Sawyer who nodded. “Go on. Make him take you all over our property on a tour. Wear him out and maybe he won’t be so obnoxious later.”
“Well if that’s not reason enough…” Rogan looked at her hopefully, and she laughed.
“I’d love to go riding, and I would love a tour of the ranch. Let me get my boots.” She spun around on her heels and headed for the doorway humming the Big and Rich country song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” as she went, and their joint laughter filled her ears.
****
“I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful spot in my life.” Rachel and Rogan sat atop their horses at the edge of a crest looking down at the pond that separated Brooks Pastures from the Raft Ranch. The oblong body of water was about the length of two football fields and a third of that wide. Trees lined the edges of it except for one end where a fishing dock had been built and a fire pit had been dug into the bank.
“This is probably my favorite place in the world. I like to come down here and think.” Rogan dismounted from his horse, and walked to her side to help her down as well. Tugging her back against his chest, he turned her and pointed. “See that tree right on the curve there, the one with the giant rock near the trunk? That one has an old rope swing in it that my brothers and I convinced our dad to hang when we were in junior high. We would spend hours down here fishing, swimming, camping, and just being kids.”
“It sounds like the ideal childhood.”
“Yeah, I suppose it was. We were lucky to have parents who loved each other deeply, and loved us even more. Someday I want to share that same love with my wife and children,” Rogan spoke softly, but he felt her body stiffen at his words. Knowing he was skimming the surface of a sensitive subject, he patiently waited for her response.
“I hope you are able to fulfill that dream. Your family will be lucky to have you.” The words were tender, and he heard the tension in them, as though she had to force them out of her throat.
“Tell me about your family, Rachel. I only know the town rumors, and we all know how often those are right.”
She turned in his arms, and gave him a half smile while staring up into his eyes, “I’m not sure you’re ready for all of that�
�chaos. Let’s walk down to the bank. Did you know I was a champion rock skipper as a kid? No one could beat me.”
Rogan desperately wanted to argue, but the sway of her hips as she made her way down the steep embankment fogged his brain. Wasn’t that why he brought her here in the first place? To have a wonderful “time out” with her, and a quiet point to talk, away from all of his brothers. A chance to make love to her without anyone else interrupting them. On that thought he followed her, grinning at her pleasure as she began to collect flat rocks.
“The trick is to find the right rock. It has to be flat and smooth, but not too big or it will be too heavy to bounce.” She spun and a rock sprung out of her hand bouncing several times across the glassy surface of the pond. The delighted laugh that bubbled out of her throat filled an empty spot in Rogan’s soul.
“I wouldn’t have taken you for a rock skipping champ. Hudson was always the best at this game, just like I was always the best student, Parker was the heavy lifter and the athlete, and Sawyer was the funniest. We each had our talents.”
She flashed him a smoldering smile, “Oh, I’ve already figured that out. You four are very talented men.”
Suddenly the sensitive sweet side of Rogan disappeared as all of the blood pooled in his balls and his cock slammed against his zipper. “No, love, you haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of our hidden “talents” yet.”
“Really? I mean, I would have thought you would have given me your best game on the first shot, just to make sure you got a second chance…”
His eyes narrowed at the challenge, and he stepped menacingly toward her. Stalking her as though she was prey. “You weren’t impressed? I seem to recall a lot of screaming for an unimpressive event.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t impressed. I just said I was disappointed you were holding back on me. What other little secrets are you keeping bottled up inside of you, Rogan?”
