“How do I do that?” Rachel was really interested in the answer to that question.
Stefan sat back, his hands steepling in front of his chest. He was such a decadent-looking thing. “I think I have a plan.”
* * * *
Tommy Lane watched as his woman clung to another man. He stood in the shadows because it wasn’t time yet to let his presence be known. Liz looked bad. He didn’t like the way she’d changed her hair. When he had her back, he would force her to return to her natural color. The reddish blonde made her look like a whore.
Of course, the asshole she’d been holding hands with earlier made her look like a whore, too. Tommy felt his gut churn as he watched the tall man with brown hair return from the cafeteria. He took a seat beside Liz, and she immediately wound her fingers through his. The man looked surprised at first, but then settled beside her. His pleasure in the touch was obvious. When she’d rested her head on his shoulder, Tommy could feel the other man’s satisfaction as though it was an actual physical thing.
He hated the way the other people in the party smiled and whispered. They obviously liked the fact that Liz was cuddling against the man for comfort. They approved. They couldn’t possibly know she already belonged to someone else. She had lied again.
When, Tommy wondered, was she going to learn?
She belonged to him. He’d known it the moment they met. She’d looked at him with her big green eyes, and she’d wanted him. She’d played hard to get. She was that type. She was a tease. She’d gone out with him, let him spend money on her, and then when it was time to pay up, she’d pushed him away.
Tommy remembered it like it was yesterday.
* * * *
“Thank you for the evening,” Liz said politely. She stood at the door to her little townhouse.
She was trying to play it cool, but Tommy had seen the way she looked at him. She wanted him. “You’re welcome. It doesn’t have to end, you know.”
“I’m afraid I have to be up early for work,” she said.
But her eyes were telling him yes. Tommy pulled her close. Her body was delicate against the rough hardness of his. She was a soft woman, and she needed a man to tell her what she wanted. She needed a man to keep her in line. She struggled, but that was just what women did. They liked to tease a man.
“I want you,” Tommy said, making his intentions plain. He was a straightforward guy. “You belong to me.” He covered her mouth with his. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but he was stronger. She tried to pull away. She didn’t realize that just made him hotter. Or maybe she did. He loved how hard she fought and how easy it was for him to hold her. He couldn’t wait to get between her legs. She would know she was his once he’d fucked her.
Liz cried out, the sound sweet to his ears. He shoved her against the wall and rubbed his hard cock against her, letting her know she had some work to do. It was a woman’s job to satisfy a man, and he intended to make sure she did her job.
“Are you okay, Liz?”
Tommy’s head came up. He saw that two of her neighbors were standing on the sidewalk looking up at them. It was a couple walking their dog. The neighbor was a big man, but the large dog at his side was what concerned Tommy. Liz was able to push away from him.
“Hello, Claire, I was hoping to talk to you,” Liz said suddenly in a shaky voice.
The woman practically ran up the walk. The man stood and watched.
“Let’s go inside and talk,” Claire said, holding Liz’s hand. “You can show me that website you told me about.”
“Good night, Thomas,” Liz said. Tommy could hear her voice trembling with passion.
* * * *
He’d been forced to make a strategic retreat that first night, but he’d thought about her all night. He’d gone home and masturbated just thinking about her soft body.
Then the bitch had stopped taking his calls.
It was just like a woman. She’d used him and then moved on. Someone should have warned her that no one moved on from Tommy Lane. Unfortunately, the ones who had tried in the past couldn’t talk anymore.
Liz Courtney had proven to be a stubborn bitch. She’d sent back his gifts, so he’d shown her. He had left that little yipping thing she called a dog on her doorstep one night with its throat slit. That was when she’d gotten a restraining order. It had effectively put his career on hold. His partner, Eric Weldon, had tried to talk him out of pursuing the luscious Ms. Courtney further, but he’d understood when Tommy told him that he needed closure. Besides, Eric was dirty as the day was long. Tommy had a load of shit on him. He wouldn’t get trouble from his partner. Eric had been the one to alert him that someone in this piss ant town was looking for her. He would get his closure.
She was holding the hand of one brother while the one Tommy had almost managed to kill lay in a hospital bed. He’d decided to kill the cowboy when he’d seen him kiss Rachel. She was staying at his house. God, she was such a whore.
He was going to kill her, and then she wouldn’t have this hold on him anymore. He could move on once she was dead.
Of course, he thought with a smile, he’d fuck her first. She’d know what kind of a man he was then.
Tommy sank back into the shadows. His first attempt at taking out her lover had failed, but he’d try again. Now it looked like he’d have to kill both brothers, and then little Liz would be all his.
Chapter Nine
Rye could feel his hands trembling as Rachel leaned back, and Max spread her legs. Her head fell backward. All that lovely hair was spread out on the bed like a strawberry blonde waterfall. Max was on his belly with his face between her thighs. He breathed in the scent of her soaking wet pussy and then swiped at it with his tongue.
“Oh, God, Max,” Rachel sighed. Her lips parted as Max settled in. She looked down her body to stare at Max with those big green eyes.
Rye watched silently as his brother licked Rachel from her little rosebud all the way to her throbbing clit. From his vantage point, he could see that her clit was an engorged jewel just waiting to explode. It was so beautiful to Rye. Her pussy was bare and soft. It was perfectly plump and juicy.
“You taste so fucking good.” Max groaned and proceeded to show her how much he liked her taste. His tongue swirled all around her pussy. He parted the labia with his fingers. He licked long strokes into her cunt. Even from where he was standing, Rye could tell his brother’s face was getting coated in her juices.
Rachel was in ecstasy. He loved the sounds she made as she moved toward orgasm. Her lovely chest was heaving. Rye could see her pink-and-brown nipples were tight and ready for some man to come along and suck them like the sweet berries they were. He wanted to be that man. He would lick her little nipples and pull them one after the other into his greedy mouth. He would suck them until she couldn’t take it anymore. He would give her just the bare edge of his teeth. He knew just how much to bite down so the little pain bloomed into pleasure. Between his mouth on her breasts and Max’s tongue fucking her pussy, Rachel wouldn’t be able hold off her orgasm. It would overwhelm her. She would come all over Max’s mouth, and then, oh, then it would be their turn. Then they would take their scrumptious lover and fill her up with their cocks.
She would be so small between them. He would press against her back and push her down onto Max’s hard cock. Max would curse because he wanted to fuck, but he’d hold off and wait for Rye. Rye would gently work the lube into the little rosette of her ass. His fingers would go first. He would marvel at how tight she was going to be, and his cock would strain. By the time he pushed into that hot little hole, he would be ready to explode.
“Rye.” His name sounded like a plea on her lips. “Ryan, come here.”
There was no question of refusing her. He moved forward, his hand on his cock. He hadn’t realized he’d been stroking himself while he watched his brother and Rachel. Max never even looked up from his place at Rachel’s pussy. He just ate her pussy like there was nothing else in the whole world.
“Yes, Rachel baby?” Rye would give her anything she wanted. His voice was husky. His hand stroked up and down his engorged cock.
“I want to taste you.”
He shuddered.
“Ryan, fuck my mouth.”
He nodded because there was no way he would deny her. He straddled her chest. The cheeks of his ass caressed her perfect breasts. Her hands came up to cup his rear, and he hissed when she lightly dug in her nails.
“You’re mine, Rye,” she said with purpose. Her eyes were intense on him. “You’re mine, and so is Max.”
“Yes,” Rye heard himself saying as he lined up his throbbing dick with her lush mouth. Her lips teased the tip. “We’re yours. We belong to you, baby. We belong together.”
She sucked him inside, and Rye knew he’d found heaven.
* * * *
Rye woke up with a start. He looked down at the sheets and cursed profusely.
“This is fucking insane,” he bitched as he wiped his cum-covered hand across the sheet. He would have to wash it again. It was the third time this week he’d ruined the sheets on his bed. He’d had more wet dreams since Max had come home from the hospital than he’d had in all of his teen years.
Rye shook his head and headed for the little bathroom down the hall. There still wasn’t any hot water, but he didn’t need it. He needed a fuckload of cold water. He might never take another hot shower again. He changed out of his ruined boxers into a fresh pair. He’d done three loads of his own laundry this week. Rachel was going to think he was a laundry freak. He opened the door and started down the hall to the bathroom.
“Good morning.” Rachel stood waiting for him in the hallway.
Just like that, his dick was back at full attention. She was in a tank top and a pair of Max’s boxers. They were too big and rode low on her hips, leaving a strip of perfect skin exposed. She was soft and sexy in the morning. She looked liked she’d just rolled out of bed. It was all Rye could do to not cup himself and run away. He hoped she didn’t notice his painful condition.
“I’m making breakfast for the three of us.” She had a ridiculously bright smile on her face. She lit up his world. “It’s pancakes and sausage. Max’s favorite.” She touched the middle of his chest. “Tomorrow, it’s your turn. I promise to make French toast, bacon, and grits. How does that sound?”
He clenched his jaw and forced himself to be polite. He did not, in any way, give any indication of what he truly wanted to do. He wanted to drag her back to the bed, spread her legs, and relieve the ache in his groin. Then he would be satisfied with “his turn.” “Yes, that sounds nice.”
She bounced a little. He’d noticed that about her. She was always moving. She had more energy than anyone he knew. She couldn’t stand still. She bounced, and the bouncing made her tits wiggle. Rye decided he was going to throw himself off the roof. It would be an easier death than the death by sexual frustration he was going to suffer from Rachel.
“Good.” She sounded relieved. “I don’t want to leave you out. Now, I have to go back to work today. Can you handle the beast?”
Rye snorted. “I’ve been handling him since we were born, Rachel. I think I’ll manage.”
“If he gives you any trouble, just tell me.” Rachel put one hand on her hip, and Rye loved the sassy sound of her voice. “We’ve come to an arrangement, Max and I. He behaves, and I don’t dump food on his head.”
Rye laughed, genuinely amused at the antics of his brother’s woman. The hospital had been more than happy to release Max as soon as he could physically handle leaving. He was a beast when he was sick. The nurses had been ready to sedate him a few minutes after he’d become conscious. Even Brooke had conceded that he probably deserved it. Only Rachel could placate him.
And she had taken care of him. She’d been the most patient nurse Max could have hoped for. She had followed the doctor’s orders to the letter. She made sure Max took his prescriptions and stayed in bed for the first few days. Unfortunately, even the most patient of women have their breaking point. When Max complained about the soup she made, Rachel very calmly dumped it over his head and told him to go to hell. Rye smiled just remembering the incident. Rye had eaten the soup Rachel gave him, though it had been lacking salt, and declared the meal delicious. Max, after cleaning up, had eaten a bowl himself. He then politely thanked the chef. Rye knew Rachel was discovering the trick to handling Max. Max needed firm, nonnegotiable boundaries. Once they were set, Max knew how to behave. Max had been a perfect angel ever since.
Well, he was perfect around Rachel. He was crabby around his own brother. Rye knew why. Max wasn’t used to being laid up. He was used to working hard every day for at least ten hours. Rachel was forcing him to stay off his feet, and it was killing Max. Today was the first day he was allowed to be back on a horse. Rye also suspected Max was having some of the same trouble Rye was experiencing. Rachel was worried that he was too fragile for sex. Of course, Rye thought ruefully, Max had hope of getting some. Rye was hopeless.
“I’ll make sure he takes it easy.” Rye didn’t want her to worry about Max all day. His breath caught at the way her eyes gleamed in the early morning light. He would be able to handle the close contact with her if it was all just lust. The trouble was he was falling more and more in love with her every day.
She looked wistful. “I wish I could stay, but Stella really needs me. I’ve been off for almost a week, and Jen is getting really tired of pulling doubles. I think she’s looking forward to just working the dinner shift. Stella promised she’d bring in another girl soon.”
“Why do you have to go back to work at all?” He hated the thought of her being on her feet for ten hours. He loved that diner, but the women there worked damn hard. He’d seen how tired Rachel could be after a shift. “You have to know Max would support you, sweetheart.”
He would, too. He just would be very quiet about it. He already intended to send Callie off to buy her some clothes. She barely had enough to make it through a week. Rye was planning on “finding” some old clothes Brooke had left behind and offering them to Rachel. He would have to remind himself to make sure he took the tags off first.
“I know. Trust me, I’ve heard the lecture. Would it surprise you to know that I like to have my own money? I don’t mind working. I like the diner. It’s fun to talk to everyone. I’m just not cut out to be a live-in girlfriend, Rye.” She leaned forward. “I’ve been thinking about getting a place in town. Jen says she has an extra room, and Stefan told me his guesthouse is free.”
Rye felt his body go rigid. He had a sudden and extreme need to beat the shit out of his closest friend. Rye knew what Stef kept in the guesthouse. Stef kept his playroom in the guesthouse. It was where he kept his submissives. If Stefan thought for one second he could take Rachel in and begin training her, he would have to think again.
“I’ll have a conversation with Stefan about that,” Rye heard himself say. It came out more threatening than he’d intended. He consciously softened his stance and his voice. “I think you should stay here, Rachel.”
Her green eyes were guileless. “I will for as long as Max needs me. Then I think I should get my own place. I know this has been rough on you. The last thing you need is your brother’s girl hanging around all the time.”
“Rachel, I love having you here.” He did. He just wished they were together.
She turned, and he caught sight of her perky little ass encased in cotton boxers. It made his mouth water. “I think you love having me cook,” she said with a shrug. “See you at breakfast.”
He watched her walk toward the kitchen and heard Max’s low greeting.
“Morning, gorgeous,” his brother said. Rye knew he was kissing her.
Rye walked into the bathroom thinking about just how much he liked having Rachel around. He turned on the shower. With Max injured, there had been no question of Rye staying with friends. Rye had taken some time off to take care of the stables while Max was down. Working with horses a
gain was making him think about making a permanent change. He’d taken the job as sheriff because, at the time, they had needed a steady income. Brooke had still been in grade school, and money had been tight. Rye had known he was the one who could hold down a job without being murdered by his coworkers, so he’d taken one for the team. He’d started as a deputy. When the old sheriff had retired, Rye had easily been voted into office. No one else wanted the job. But his real love was working with horses, like Max did every day. The stables paid now. Harper Stables had an excellent reputation, and more work was coming in every day. If Rye quit, he could help Max and teach riding lessons. He wanted to work with his brother again.
He wanted to live here with Max and Rachel, too. The last week had proven that to him. Every evening they had dinner together. Max sat across from Rye, and Rachel sat happily in the middle. She was in the middle of everything. When they sat down to watch television, Rachel plopped down between them just like she belonged there. When they went out, she sat in the middle of the long bench seat of Max’s vintage Ford truck. She insisted on the three of them doing things together. They’d watched movies, played games, and talked about everything under the sun. She’d made it easy for him to almost believe he was a part of this little family she and Max seemed to be forming.
What if she could handle a ménage? What if she wants it?
Rye stepped under the cool water and cursed. He was hard again, and the water wasn’t helping. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started to brush his thumb over the head. He was going to go blind. He just knew he was.
* * * *
Max’s hands slid down to cup his girlfriend’s perfect cheeks. He pulled her close and didn’t try to disguise the erection he was sporting. It had been days since he’d gotten inside her. It was starting to make him crazy.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Max breathed as he leaned down to slant his mouth across hers.
Rachel softened against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t protest as his tongue swept in to play with hers. He hauled her up so her feet were dangling. It was the only way to get her little pussy where he wanted it. He rubbed himself against her. He knew it made him a caveman, but he wanted to mark her as his. He wanted her to get a tattoo on that perfect ass of hers that read Property of the Harper Brothers.
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