by Ember Cole
Tanner lets out a snort of laughter. And then Amelie starts to giggle.
“I’m sticky in places I didn’t know could be sticky,” she says. “Can someone let me up so I can shower?”
I untie her wrists as Greyson climbs off the table.
“Vance is going to kill you guys,” Jesse says.
“Tanner pointed that out.”
“New plan,” Jesse says. “We clean up the mess while Amelie showers, then after we’re all unsticky, we go out to breakfast.”
Tanner shakes his head. “You two are messy cooks, but I vote for the twins to be on KP duty all the time.”
17
TANNER
It’s a nearly perfect spring day for East Texas with the bluebells blooming and everything green and lush. Normally I’d be outdoors working around the ranch, taking a ride on horseback, or just kicking back and enjoying the sunshine, but today there’s something much more appealing, and she’s sitting next to me in the back seat of Reed’s pickup.
“We need to hit the feed store and the grocery,” Jackson says from where he’s riding shotgun next to Reed. “Where would you like to go for clothes?” he asks Amelie.
Being guys, it only occurred to us after we got back from breakfast that Amelie arrived on our doorstep days ago with nothing but the clothes on her back, and that she might want more things to wear other than our boxers and T-shirts, not to mention things like shampoo and toiletries of her own. I don’t know how long she’ll be staying with us, but while she’s here, we want her to be comfortable.
“Sorry we can’t get into Dallas today,” Reed says, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “Gridley doesn’t have much beyond the basics, but it’s the closest town.”
“No, it’s fine,” Amelie says. “I just need some jeans and a few other things to get by until I figure out my next move.” She turns to me and smiles. “I appreciate you guys driving me into town.”
“You’re welcome to my closet any time,” Reed says, and it’s clear he really likes seeing her in his shirts. And out of them.
His truck hits a bump in the small secondary road we’ve all traveled a thousand times, jostling Amelie into me. I don’t mind. I wrap my arms around her and don’t let go.
My brothers have all gotten alone time with her, but I haven’t. Not yet. And last night, I was the only one who didn’t get to slide into that gorgeous pink pussy. So I’ll take whatever I can get until my chance comes.
“Hello,” I say, smiling down at her. And then I can’t resist. I tip her chin up and kiss her. She doesn’t hesitate before kissing me back, and that familiar thrum of desire starts its steady pulse through my veins. Will I ever get tired of kissing Amelie? Touching her?
She scoots up on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, taking the kiss deeper. I slide my fingers into her hair and tilt her head just right. I glance up at the mirror to find Reed staring at us.
“Watch the road,” I say smugly, and then allow myself to get lost in Amelie.
My hands travel from her neck to her waist and back up again, and I wish there were nothing between us. Just the memory of the smooth texture of her skin, how she flushes when she comes, the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock, makes me want her again. By the time we break for air, I’m hard as a fence post.
She smiles at me, a naughty glint in her eye. “Hello.”
I love this happy, playful side of her, so different from the terrified, half-drowned version of her we’d first known.
“Hey, no fair,” Jackson says from the front seat. “We want to play, too.”
Reed takes a sudden turn, and we’re on a little dirt path I recognize. It goes down to the swimming hole we used to visit on hot days when we were kids. It might not be warm enough for swimming, but it’s a fairly private spot, and I’m sure the three of us are on the same page as far as alternate recreation.
It’s bumpy and we bounce around the back seat, Amelie laughing.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” Jackson says.
When Reed stops the truck, Amelie scrambles off my lap and out the door.
“What a great place to swim!” She hurries to the water’s edge, tall grass and rocks marking the boundary.
“It’s too cold yet for swimming,” Reed says, “but we’ll come back in a couple months and it’ll be perfect for skinny-dipping.”
Amelie smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness in her eyes. She won’t be here in a couple of months. I might not be, either. The longer she’s at the ranch, the less I can see myself staying behind without her there.
“But there are plenty of other pleasures to be had out here,” I say, and pull her against me, kissing her.
Jackson is behind her and after a moment, she turns to kiss him, too.
It’s an invitation. One that none of us is going to pass up. I unzip my jeans to relieve the pressure of my erection. Reed pulls a blanket out of the truck and spreads it on the ground.
Grinning, Amelie steps back a little, strips off her shirt and bra, then shucks her boots and jeans. She shimmies out of her panties, and then she’s gloriously naked, like some sort of sexy Eve surrounded by all the beauty of Eden…and three horny Adams.
All three of us are gaping at her, but damn, she looks more beautiful every time I see her. Her breasts are round, her hips full, her belly flat. Her pale skin almost glows in the sunshine, and the way the light sets her red hair on fire, she looks like a sex goddess.
“Damn,” Reed says, almost in awe. I couldn’t agree more.
I don’t waste any time in removing my clothes. Reed and Jackson follow suit as she saunters toward the blanket.
I get to her first, kissing her again—I can’t get enough of her lips. I thread my fingers through her hair. She rests her palms on my chest, then slides them up to wrap around my neck. Her breasts are flattened against me, her torso cradling the hardening length of my cock.
Jackson sidles up behind her, stroking her ass and shoulders. He pushes her hair aside to kiss the base of her neck and lick the tendon that runs from collarbone to skull. Not to be left out, Reed crowds in, and she turns her head to kiss him, too. I drop to my knees, kissing down her belly all the way to the juncture of her thighs.
I smile when she gasps. She’s already starting to get wet, so I lick lower, thrusting my tongue inside her. She tastes amazing. I insert a finger gently—she’s got to be sore—and start to move. Her knees quake, and I slowly remove my finger.
“Down,” I say, and my brothers help her to lie down. They lie on the their sides, bracketing her, and I move between her legs.
Finally. Finally I’ll get to sink into her luscious pussy. But first, I’m going to drive her crazy with my mouth.
The three of us work slowly, all of us wanting this to last. Jackson loves her breasts with his tongue and hands, making her arch off the blanket moaning softly. Reed concentrates on her mouth and neck, pressing nipping kisses there, stroking her hair, making her shiver with pleasure. And I move between her legs, gently parting her thighs and getting on my belly, bracing myself on my elbows.
I breathe in her scent. “Mmm. Syrup.”
Reed frowns. “What?”
Amelie giggles and I just laugh. “Don’t ask.”
She’s so gorgeous spread out on the blanket, the sunlight painting her bare skin. My fingers itch for my pencils and sketch pad, needing to draw her, to commit this image to paper. My gaze trails over her, coming to rest on her pussy. I could look at her delicate, glistening flesh all day, but I can’t resist touching her. I part her gently, marveling at the delicate folds before licking her bottom to top with the flat of my tongue.
“Sweet,” I say, and thrust my tongue farther inside.
Her hips buck, but I have a solution. I arrange her knees over my shoulders and grip her hips firmly, then go back to work.
I make sure every centimeter of her pussy gets my attention, flicking my tongue over her opening, then diving deep inside. I lick
her clit while thrusting slowly with two fingers, then suck on it gently.
She’s moaning now, her heels digging into my back, and I know she’s ready for me. For all of us.
I get to my knees and push into her hot, wet depths.
Fuck, she feels like heaven. I knew she would. I grit my teeth, trying to resist the urge to break the slow, leisurely pace we’ve established. She groans out a long, breathy “yessss,” and as I fight my instinct to grind into her, fucking her like some kind of Energizer Bunny on crack, I wonder if maybe I’m in hell instead.
I concentrate on smooth, deep strokes.
“Tanner,” she groans, bucking her hips. “You’re killing me,” she says. “I need you to move faster.”
It’s hard to deny her anything she asks, but I do.
When I’m on the verge of breaking, I pull all the way out and move to the side. Jackson takes my place and begins the long slow strokes, keeping the same measured rhythm I’ve established. Reed kisses her mouth, swallowing her groans of protest. His tongue glides over her lips and thrusts into her mouth, matching Jackson’s rhythm. His hands move over her breasts, teasing the taut pink nipples with angel’s-wing caresses.
I love seeing Amelie receive the attention of my brothers almost as much as I love giving it to her myself. When he can’t take it anymore, Jackson pulls out and it’s Reed’s turn to pleasure our girl.
Reed lies on his back on the blanket. “Ride me,” he says to Amelie. “I want to feel you sliding down my shaft.”
She nods, and Jackson helps her up. She lowers herself onto him, and I groan at the sight of his thick cock disappearing inside her. She shivers as she seats herself, her knees curling beneath her, her hands resting on his chest.
“God, yes,” Reed says, gripping her hips. “Just stay right there a minute, baby. Don’t move.” He’s tense, ready to blow his load, but he’s fighting it. Jackson moves to stand beside Amelie, his wet cock bobbing next to her cheek. She barely hesitates before taking him into her mouth, sucking his long, hard length almost down to the base.
“You are the sexiest creature on the planet.” I move around Reed to stand next to Jackson where she can see me. I widen my stance and start to stroke myself. She opens her eyes to watch, and fire burns through my body.
Below Amelie, Reed is moving, circling his hips to drive deep inside her. Amelie’s face is flushed, her nipples standing at attention. She whimpers, begging for release. Every one of us is at his breaking point. Reed moves a little faster, and Jackson matches him. I stroke myself harder, too, wanting all four of us to come at the same time.
Amelie starts to move her hips now, tilting back just a little to find the angle she needs. Her skin is glowing pink, delicate drops of perspiration forming at her hairline.
“I’m going to come,” Jackson grits out between his teeth.
Reed’s pace increases, concentration tightening his features. “So close,” he growls.
Jackson jerks, gasping as he comes into Amelie’s mouth. I see her throat move, swallowing everything Jackson is pumping into her, and I feel my balls draw up, too.
Then Amelie releases him and reaches for my cock. Meeting my eyes, she guides me into the hot, wet depths of her mouth and sucks hard.
I thrust once, twice, and then explode. She sucks me down, draining every drop. My head swims, black spots dancing in front of my eyes. I breathe deeply, trying to regain my balance.
She releases me then and braces her palms on Reed’s chest. She bucks on him wildly, her face scrunched up and red. He fucks her hard, his hips thrusting into her almost violently. And then she freezes, her fingers curling into the hair sprinkling Reed’s chest. Her eyes squeeze shut; her mouth opens in a silent scream.
Reed is coming, too. He shouts Amelie’s name as he shudders, his thrusts slowing to short, shallow movements as he empties inside her.
She collapses forward onto his chest, her hair a red tangle over his shoulder. Reed wraps his arms around her, breathing heavily.
Jackson grins at me. I return the smile. We’re all at peace, all perfectly sated, in harmony with the universe and this woman.
“I never knew outdoor sex would be so good,” she says, sitting up and looking at all of us.
“Wait until the pond warms up,” I say, and then I could smack myself, because a second reminder that she might not be here then deflates all of us and ruins the mood a little.
“We’d better get moving,” Reed says. “They roll up the sidewalks early around here.”
Amelie gets to her feet and we all dress, mostly silent.
But as we start back up the path to the truck, Reed bends down. “Hop on,” he says to Amelie. And she does, riding piggyback, laughing the whole time.
Jackson and I exchange another glance and continue ahead of them. She’s good for Reed. We’ve all seen the change in him.
It’s going to destroy him when she leaves.
Amelie slides off his back when we reach the truck, and Reed grabs her up and kisses her soundly before she can scurry away. I’m all about getting in on that action, my dick perking up at the thought of round two.
Just then, I hear a vehicle coming up the lane. Jackson, Reed, and I look at each other. Thank God we’re all dressed again.
When the SUV comes into sight, I see it’s the deputy sheriff. Amelie curses and dives behind Reed. It suddenly occurs to me that her father most likely has the police looking for her by now, and it’s equally obvious she doesn’t want to be discovered.
In an unspoken understanding, the three of us make a barrier of sorts in front of her, with the added protection of Reed’s truck between us and the officer.
The deputy’s SUV rolls to a stop, and he climbs out.
“Hey, Mark,” I call out casually. “What’s up?”
We’ve all known Mark since grade school. He married his high school sweetheart and already has three kids under the age of four. I can’t imagine how different our lives are.
“Tanner.” He nods. “Jackson. Reed.”
Behind me, I can feel Amelie shaking, crouched down against the backs of our legs.
“I’m looking for a girl,” Mark says, leaning his forearms casually on the bed of Reed’s truck opposite us.
“Kind of sparse out here,” Reed says, keeping his tone light. “Why don’t you try the bar in town if you’re looking for a woman?”
Mark chuckles. “Right. Jen would have my ass if I even looked at another woman,” he says. He pulls out a picture and starts to come around the back of the truck. Jackson intercepts him midway and takes the photo.
“Pretty,” he says, and hands the picture back to Reed.
Reed looks at the picture for a few seconds before handing it to me. “Who is she?” he asks.
“Hank Carter’s daughter. Ran off a few days ago. He’s fit to be tied.”
I glance at the picture. It’s Amelie, but she looks like a different person. She’s wearing a ball gown that probably cost more than most people make in a month. Her face is fully made up, her hair straightened and coiffed into total submission.
I shake my head and pass the photo back to Reed. “Haven’t seen anyone like that around here,” I say honestly. I much prefer our version of Amelie. Fresh-faced, sex-tousled, with her red hair free to wave and curl around her face like a wild thing with a mind all its own.
“She’s not a kid. Maybe she just decided to go on a trip? Visit some friends or something out of state?”
“That’s what I told the sheriff,” Mark says, tucking the picture back in his shirt pocket. “But you know how it is. Hank Carter’s got a lot of sway around here. Got Sheriff Brown elected. He pretty much does whatever he’s told.” Mark shakes his head in disgust.
He’s a good guy, but he has a family to feed, and there’s no way he’d go against his boss. I have absolutely no doubt that if Mark found out Amelie was hiding not five feet from where he was standing, all the cops in the county would be on our doorstep within the hour, and the FBI, too
, arresting us for kidnapping. If Hank Carter knew the things we’d done with his daughter…hell, we’d be lucky to escape with our balls intact.
For the first time, I realize the danger Amelie is in. Legal or not, the sheriff will drag her kicking and screaming back to her father, who will force her to marry the man he’s chosen for her.
“She can’t have gotten too far,” Mark says. “Her phone’s been off for days. Left her purse at home, so with no money or credit cards, we figure she’s holing up with a friend nearby. But we’ve checked in with all them and they say she hasn’t contacted them.”
“If we see anything, we’ll let you know,” Reed says, his voice harder now. He’s likely come to the same realization I have. Amelie needs our protection.
Mark smacks the back of the truck, making Amelie jump. “All righty, you do that.”
Jackson nods. “Tell your kids we say hello,” he says. “And we’ve gotta meet up for beers sometime soon. Bring Jen.”
“Sounds good. With all the little ones at home, Jen is always itching to get out for a few hours.” He grins at Jackson. “Maybe you’ll finally find yourself a woman, huh?”
Jackson fakes a laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”
Mark gets into his SUV and backs out of the lane. We wave, but I’m pretty sure none of us lets out his breath until Mark is gone.
When it’s safe, I turn to Amelie. She’s pale, much like when she showed up on our doorstep. I hug her to my chest.
“It’s okay,” I say. “We’re not handing you over to the sheriff.”
“I know,” she says. “I just never thought… I mean I knew Daddy wouldn’t be happy, but I didn’t expect him to send the cops after me.” She shakes her head. “I need to leave. If they find me here, especially after you lied about it, you’ll all be in big trouble.”
“Wouldn’t be anything new,” Reed scoffs. “The twins have seen the inside of the county lockup more than once. Nothing serious. Just ornery shit. But still.”
She shakes her head. “No. You don’t understand. I’ve put you and the ranch in danger.”
Fear snakes through me at the thought of her leaving us. “Let’s just calm down,” I say. “Let’s head back to the ranch and talk it over, okay?”
