Wyatt nipped her jaw, his hot breath within the shell of her ear arousing her further. She gripped him by the sleeve but decided to move her hands down his arms in exploration. His arms were thick and muscled, and she expected all the brothers were equally cut. She was tempted to close her eyes and allow them to have their way with her, but she fought for the little sanity she had left. Samantha wanted to remember and savor every second of tonight. Today was about letting go, about trust, and the hope of a better tomorrow. God, she desperately hoped they weren’t toying with her, ready to toss her out the door once they’d had their fill.
What did she have to go back home to? A lonely apartment, an unfulfilling job, and no man. If what these cowboys offered her was true, she wouldn’t squander the opportunity. She wasn’t stupid. Samantha planned to embrace their affection, nurture the budding relationship as best she could. Maybe Cord was right. Three men were better than one in this case.
“How does this feel?” Cord wrapped his arms around her from behind, one hand snaking down her pants to cup her mound. She gasped from the contact. His strong, warm hand over her most intimate part stole her breath.
She nodded, unable to speak but wanting more. “Lift up your arms, darlin’,” said Val, tugging at the hem of her shirt. She felt so surrounded by these tall men, their frames twice as broad as hers.
“No, you have to undress her, Val. Her arms are still stiff from the cold.” Wyatt assisted his brother, carefully slipping her arms from the sleeves of the oversized shirt. She could barely remember mentioning discomfort, not when her whole body was a live wire of erotic need. Heat swirled around inside her, spreading inward from her extremities, inching ever closer to her core. She wasn’t sure what would happen when all that wanton energy collected in her cunt, but she hoped the Carson brothers were experienced enough to guide her through it.
Once Samantha was free of her shirt, Cord bent over and pushed her pants down her hips until they dropped to the floor at her ankles. She hadn’t noticed his tattoo. The black lettering started at the hairline at the back of his neck and ended between his shoulder blades. Had she ever seen anything sexier? She wanted to ask what the symbols meant, but her voice wouldn’t work. Naked and vulnerable, she didn’t feel self-conscious but desirable and more ready than she’d ever been. Her inhibitions faded, and naughty thoughts continually crossed her mind. Were they thinking similar things? Which brother would fuck her first?
“You have a beautiful body.” Val crouched down and kissed her stomach, so close to where she needed him most.
She felt like saying she was just Samantha Brown, nothing special, not deserving of such attention. But they really did make her feel beautiful, desirable—like a princess from a fairy tale.
There were hands everywhere, lips kissing, fingers probing. She wasn’t sure who touched her where, but it didn’t matter. The cowboys were like a single unit with one united goal—her pleasure. Their voices and movements were like silk over her senses. She had no doubt they wanted her, but they had respectable control and skill in the art of seduction. They’d barely started and she already felt overwhelmed with the wondrous sensations trickling through her veins.
“I don’t normally do this,” she murmured. Samantha didn’t want them thinking she was an easy lay, a woman with no inhibitions. This was completely new for her. She had never even enjoyed sex with her previous partners. It had been passionless, quick, and unfulfilling. Now all she could think about was the peak these men could bring her to.
A sinfully decadent chuckle echoed around her. She was too dazed to figure out who it came from. “We know that, sweetheart. You’re a good girl. Just for us.”
Just for us. The desire to be wanted, needed, was so deeply ingrained into Samantha’s psyche that she grabbed at the chance to be the center of attention for the Carson brothers. She’d never really known the love of a man. Sure, she’d had a few boyfriends in her thirty years, but nothing resembling love. Her desire for them couldn’t automatically be blamed on daddy issues because she’d accepted being raised by a single mother and never sought out her biological father. But she did harbor a submissive desire, even though she was used to controlling every detail of her life back home.
Val nipped her hip bone, sending erotic currents spiking up her body. Did he notice the juices coating her inner thighs? Her knees became weak as reality blurred into fantasy. Before she collapsed, her body was hoisted up and carried to Wyatt’s bed, neatly made with a patchwork quilt. It felt cool against her back as they lowered her down, careful not to jostle her. Did they think she was delicate? How long would they be able to play the gentlemen? There was no turning back now. The rugged cowboys stared down at her naked body, and the feral looks in their steel-blue eyes would not be denied.
Chapter Nine
Cord was in his element. It seemed most days all he thought about was sex. Living alone with his brother during the long Canadian winter had him pent up like a stud horse. How long had it been since he’d tasted a woman? It didn’t matter because none of them had been Samantha. She was so different than the girls from town. The blonde, blue-eyed cowgirls and farmers’ daughters he’d dated may have been attractive, but they didn’t have much in their heads. They were either obsessed with their looks, wore too much makeup and enough perfume to mask the manure pile in the summer, or they were wannabe men in women’s bodies. He didn’t want a tough, ball-breaking cowgirl. Cord wanted his woman to be everything Samantha was—sweet, soft-spoken, petite, and intelligent. Not to mention her natural, exotic beauty he couldn’t stop obsessing over.
His balls pulled up tight against his body. He shifted to ease the rising pressure, but his cock was harder than a branding iron.
“You sure you feel okay, sweetheart?” He crawled over her, braced on his knees and hands. The amount of control he needed to summon with her naked body beneath him was immeasurable. He wanted to drop down over her and bury himself in her heat. But he wasn’t going to take her hard and fast. If he had any decency he wouldn’t take her at all. The girl had been through so much already. But he wasn’t a saint and couldn’t resist her when she offered herself so willingly. Her hooded eyes, parted lips, and strong pulse were only a few signs she was ripe for the taking.
Samantha nodded, but didn’t speak. She wet her lips and twisted on the bed. He could alleviate her discomfort, but not yet. Cord had to remember all the speeches their momma gave them about sharing. With two brothers, especially a twin, Cord had to learn at an early age to share his toys and now his woman. He had no problem with the idea. Val was his other half, a reflection of himself, not competition. Wyatt was his big brother, one he admired, and was gone too long most years. If sharing Samantha would keep him home and bond all four of them together, it was a valued bonus.
With the door to the room open, he could smell the wood burning in the small stove downstairs. Although the second level wasn’t nearly as warm as the main floor, it was comfortable enough that he didn’t fear Samantha would be cold. Her skin didn’t break out into gooseflesh even though bare. With her cheeks flushed, she appeared healthy and vibrant—no need to keep thinking of her as his patient. She was very much a woman, her desire coming off her in waves.
He didn’t expect her to reach up and touch him. So far she hadn’t taken initiative, but the simple act confirmed she wanted this as much as he did. Her small, soft hands explored the expanse of his shoulders and then down his biceps. She looked curious and aroused in equal parts.
“Your ink. What’s it mean?” Her fingers lingered near his neck.
“Death before dishonor.”
When she trailed her hands away, he lowered his frame enough so he could reach her pert nipple. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too small or large, and perky. Her dark, dusky nipples begged to be sucked. As soon as he closed his mouth around her soft areola, he couldn’t help but growl deep in his chest from the rush of satisfaction. God, he needed this, needed her.
The rustle of clothing c
onfirmed what he expected when he glanced to the side. Val and Wyatt were in various states of undressing, but the setting sun provided the privacy of a now shadowed room. Without power, the house was unnaturally quiet. He could even hear the distant crackle from the fireplace below and the wind howling beyond the windowpane. The air was thick with the scent of lust, drawing him into its erotic spell.
Wyatt climbed on the side of his bed, dipping the mattress from his weight. Samantha turned to him and smiled, something similar to love or devotion in her eyes. He’d rescued her after all but wasn’t the most refined man to give her heart to. It didn’t matter. Wyatt was an old-school cowboy and would take care of Samantha until his dying breath—that was certain. Cord couldn’t think of two better men for her than his brothers.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, Samantha,” Wyatt whispered in her ear. He played his role well, having bedded many women on his travels in the past. The allure of a drifter, a no-nonsense cowboy, was undeniable to the opposite sex. But he’d never seen Wyatt like this. He was falling for the little brunette, just as he was.
“I like that,” she answered, beckoning him closer with just a look.
Wyatt crawled closer, brushing Cord’s side to admire the beauty of the woman they were about to share. He only wore boxer briefs, and his skin was golden and marred from over a decade of traveling the circuit. There’d been countless scares when Cord thought he’d lose his brother, but he always mended and returned to the ring with little reprieve. It would be nice if he’d give it all up and stay home where he belonged on the Carson ranch.
“I’ll try and be gentle with you, darlin’, but I’ve honestly never seen anything so tempting in all my life.” Wyatt cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her.
Cord didn’t feel even a streak of jealousy as his older brother partook in the woman he coveted. It felt natural and right. Was he a deviant for not finding this repulsive? Apparently his brothers were okay with it, and also Samantha, so he wouldn’t question their burgeoning, unorthodox relationship.
She made sweet little mewling sounds as she kissed Wyatt, making his balls ache to the point of pain. Val sat on the side of the bed opposite Wyatt, fully nude, his cock jutting out from between his legs. They were identical in every physical regard.
“You said you wanted to eat pussy, well, here’s your chance. Take it or I will.” Val trailed a finger along the inside of her thigh, making her squirm.
Cord didn’t need another invitation. He shifted his weight and rose to his knees before spreading her thighs wide. She tried to force them closed, a natural reaction, but he wouldn’t have it. Her pussy glistened. There was only a neat patch of dark curls above her clit, the rest shaved clean. She looked so pure and ripe, he couldn’t wait to indulge himself and her. He knew how to suck a woman to orgasm in minutes, but he’d take his time with Samantha. The thought of her begging nearly made him come on the spot.
Cord lowered himself to the floor at the end of the bed and tugged her body to the edge. Wyatt followed her body down the mattress and moved to her breast, greedily sucking her tit while groping lower down her stomach. Cord swatted Wyatt’s hand out of his way and went to work on her swollen clit. She bucked off the bed from the very first lick, and he knew in an instant no man had gone down on her before. It excited him to be the one to bring her this new experience.
“Relax, sweet thing. Cord knows what he’s doing,” Val reassured as he moved to her exposed breast. “Look at your tits. They’re fucking perfect.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, both brothers eagerly attending her breasts as Cord lapped at her folds and teased her clit.
“Watch your mouth, Val,” Wyatt warned, coming off her breast with a smacking sound. “That’s no way to be talkin’ to a lady.”
Cord raised his head with a chuckle. “There ain’t no place for manners in the bedroom, Wyatt. You should know that.” Wyatt was into kink, BDSM games Cord could only imagine. Keeping her legs apart, he inserted two fingers into her pussy until knuckle deep. “By the time we finish fucking her, her ears will be burning for a week.” Cord pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, hitting all the places he knew would drive her mad with desire. She moaned, panted, and reached for Wyatt.
“Kiss me,” she said. Wyatt shut up and obliged her.
* * * *
Samantha had never experienced his level of pleasure. Her entire body burned from the inside out, every cell an epicenter of sensation. The Carson brothers bombarded her from all directions, licking, sucking, kissing, tasting. It was too much, but she also never wanted it to end.
Her ex never sucked her pussy, had found the mere idea repulsive, but then again, their sex life had been bland at best. Cord’s tongue did magical things to her body, and the dual stimulation to her breasts put her over the edge. She would have exploded if Cord hadn’t stopped, all the men suddenly giving her a moment to breathe.
Cord impaled his fingers into her slick pussy, filling a need she didn’t realize was so powerful. She needed to be filled, to be fucked.
“Do you like my fingers in your pussy? Tell me how it feels when I finger fuck you, sweet thing.” Cord was relentless, hitting her G-spot with a mixture of tenderness and strength. His dirty words in that gruff, nearly incoherent voice drove her wild.
She expected there’d come a time when she’d need to give him permission to let loose, to stop being gentle with her. Samantha planned to give all three cowboys unlimited rights to her body when the time came. Immersed in the erotic fog, she realized how much she wanted to be mastered, to feel the strength and untamed abandon of a man so full of passion he feared harming her during sex. She could take it, even if it hurt. Her pussy spasmed just thinking about the wicked things she’d like the men to do to her body.
“It feels good…”
“Do you want more?”
She thrashed about, shaking her head from side to side. “No. I want the real thing.” She wanted cock. She wanted to be filled until every inch of flesh was thrust deep into her empty pussy.
“Where do you want me? Do you want my dick in here?” Cord thrust his fingers deeper, massaging her clit with his thumb until she was begging him to give her more.
“Yes!”
Cord kicked off his blue jeans, every shadowed muscle rippling as he climbed over her body. She needed to feel his weight against her, his heat, and his cock filling her. Once in position, he stared deep into her eyes. He brushed her hair off her face and kissed her sweetly on the lips, just once.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and tugging him closer. His skin burned against her breasts, so hot and firm. When he nudged her pussy with his cock, her breath hitched. She knew he’d be well endowed being such a big man, but not that fucking big. Would he even fit? He cooed in her ear as he worked his way in, inch after inch forging its way into her cunt. Once fully seated, he let out a shuddered breath before taking in a deep inhale.
“You’re tight,” Cord growled. “You have no idea how good you feel squeezing my cock.”
His brothers sat on the bed watching them fuck. The audience was unusual, but oddly erotic, and right now all she could focus on was the man above her. She was stiff at first when taking in his length, but had loosened up significantly. Never in her life had she felt so full, so sated by a man’s size. It wasn’t just size. He also knew how to use what he had. He pulled out, teasing her, moving slowly until she was practically clawing at him to pummel her, harder, faster.
“More,” she demanded, breathless and hungry. These men managed to stir to life a wanton woman she never knew existed inside her. She’d never felt so alive.
“Fuck her, Cord. Give her what she wants,” said Val, encouraging his twin. The fact the brothers shared her with no ill will, waiting their turn, was so unbelievably sexy. She was the center of their attention and basked in every minute of it.
Cord tucked his arms under her shoulders, securi
ng them chest to chest. He obeyed his brother and began to piston in and out of her pussy with stamina, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone on every thrust. Damn, his cock was hard.
“Oh my God,” she chanted. Something monumental began to grow inside her, morphing and heating as it blossomed. She almost feared the loss of control she’d experience when it erupted, so she held back, not focusing on her looming orgasm.
“She’s ready.” Wyatt’s deep baritone barely registered as she braced herself for release. All sounds were muffled, and the world nearly vanished except for the waves of erotic energy washing through her body. Then it stopped. Cord pulled free of her pussy, leaving her achy, empty, and on the brink of orgasm. She felt robbed, desperate.
“Cord, I need you,” she whined, trying to reach for him. But Wyatt held her down, reached low to play with her throbbing clit.
“Good girls don’t beg.” Wyatt kissed her temple and smirked. “But don’t you worry. We’ll take you back to that place, but with two cocks inside you this time.”
Two cocks? Just as she’d never experienced oral sex, she certainly hadn’t tried anal. It had always been missionary, vanilla sex. She supposed the wild streak escaping now was due to her stifled sexuality. At thirty years old she was just now learning the hype around sexual pleasure, and it hadn’t been overstated. Was she nervous of the prospect of taking two men at once? Yes, but she was too far gone at this point to worry about pain, not when her desperation outweighed any doubts.
All the men worked together, lifting and shifting her into place. Now on her side in the center of the bed, she noticed the Carson brothers were all naked. She wondered when that happened but only busied herself with watching their every move. They moved about with no modesty whatsoever, and why should they with bodies like that? Their cocks were huge—thick, hard, and virile. Val’s bobbed as he walked, and she became mesmerized by the beauty of his body. They began touching her, exploring her, and lowering themselves into position around her. It all felt like a dream, a fantasy, but it was all too real. Things like this just didn’t happen to ordinary girls like her.
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