“No, don’t look back,” Zeke warned.
Brock raked a hand through his hair. “That’s it, she’s dead.”
“Stupid bimbo,” Riley chastised. “You never look back.” Taking his eyes off the action for a second, he tilted his head toward the couch. “Come sit down, honey, before you miss the best part.”
Tink moved quickly past the screen to avoid blocking their view, slipped off her sneakers and sat between Riley and Brock. “She’s a goner anyway. The irritating blonde with big boobs is always the first to go,” she said.
All three of the guys looked at her. Brock’s lips quirked in amusement. Riley and Zeke laughed.
“Then you’d better stay out of horror flicks, honey,” Riley warned. He pointedly stared at her breasts, his gaze lingering for a moment before making eye contact again. “You would definitely be the first to go.”
Brock mumbled something and she had the feeling that if she weren’t sitting between them he would have hit Riley.
She just shrugged, folded her legs underneath her and settled back into the cushions. As the bad guy caught the actress, she pulled a throw pillow over her eyes, peeking around the edge to see what happened without seeing too much.
A thickly muscled arm went around her shoulders and another crossed over her legs to grasp her hip. “C’mere. I’ll protect you.” Riley pulled her soft body flush against the hard angles of his.
From the corner of her eye she watched as Brock tensed and his hands fisted.
Riley’s head bent toward her, his warm breath and full lips caressing the shell of her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered. “He wants you but isn’t going to do anything about it unless pushed.” She shivered as the tip of his tongue traced the swirls around her ear and his teeth nipped at the sensitive lobe. “I’m more than happy to help you with that.”
The scene changed to a couple kissing and groping while slowly making their way across a bedroom. When they reached the bed, the actor picked up the woman and tossed her onto the middle of the mattress. She squealed and he joined her, tugging at both of their clothes.
Riley’s fingers trailed over her shoulder and down her arm, idly tracing random patterns. Tink tried to gauge Brock’s reaction but found it nearly impossible without looking directly at him, which would be too obvious.
Things were heating up between the couple in the movie. The man moved down the woman’s torso and took a pert nipple into his mouth. She arched as he hummed and noisily sucked at her breast before she begged him to fuck her.
“Damn,” the man said. “Need a condom.”
He got up, leaving the heroine lying on the bed in only a pair of red panties, popping her gum and twirling her hair. “Hurry up,” she encouraged the actor.
Strong fingers brushed the side of Tink’s breast. She gasped, dropping the pillow and shifting her legs restlessly. Her bare feet came into contact with Brock’s solid thigh. She was sandwiched between two gorgeous men, her body heating as each breath filled her lungs with the scent of their arousal. The whole thing brought her favorite fantasy to mind—ménage à trois. Technically, since there were three guys that made it an even yummier ménage à quatre.
If only!
Tink lost track of the movie as Riley slid his arm behind her shoulder, those active fingers moving farther down her body, over her hip and onto her thigh. She didn’t even realize she was rubbing her feet along Brock’s jean-clad leg until he growled Riley’s name.
She glanced over at Zeke to see his attention locked on them, one big hand rubbing the thick erection clearly outlined by faded denim.
This time Riley’s husky voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “What’s it gonna be, Tink? You want to hang out and watch another movie?” She shot a quick glance at the television. Until that moment she hadn’t realized the horror film had ended. “Maybe you’re interested in hooking up with one of us?” He moved his warm hand suggestively closer to the apex of her thighs. “Or even takin’ on all three?”
He picked up a remote control in the other hand and aimed it at the DVD player. “I know you want at least one of us, honey. You nipples are hard, your pulse is racing and I can smell your juices.”
The screen flickered and a new movie started. A naked woman stood in a barn—legs spread wide, arms tied to the rafters above her head. The camera zoomed out to show four cowboys stroll in to find her. Tink had no problem picturing herself in the woman’s place. In her mind, the cowboys undressing in the movie turned into Zeke, Riley and Brock.
“Damn it, Riley!” Brock jumped up, hands fisted at his sides, lips drawn into a scowl.
“What?” the troublemaker nonchalantly asked. “You want to keep her to yourself?” He moved his hand upward, over her belly, stopping just below her breast. “You never do that. We always share.” Tink sucked in a hard breath when his hand covered her breast, distracting her from what he’d said.
Fuck! Riley knew exactly what he was doing. As his hand cradled one full breast, squeezing her erect nipple between his fingers, Tink arched into his touch. The oddly, possessive instinct Brock felt toward her erupted in a harsh growl.
Before they’d sat down to watch the movie, Riley had suggested going to get Tink for some group fun. Zeke had been quick to agree but Brock had shot them down, insisted she wouldn’t go for that, because he wanted her to be his. Only his.
One part of him was all for taking the hellion, sharing her, overloading her senses with the pleasure three men could provide. The other part, his Dominant side, rejected the idea—wanted to take her somewhere private, tie her up and gain her submission. Make her his first. Show her who she belonged to. Watch her creamy white skin grow pink and warm under his palm.
She stared up at him from beneath thick lashes, blue eyes dilated with lust, filled with longing. He couldn’t deny her but she had to make a conscious decision.
“You have three choices, Tink. You can go back to your bed in the main house, alone, go someplace private with me or stay here with all three of us. What’s it going to be?”
Riley and Zeke remained silent and waited. Brock fought to subdue the dark side of his nature, uncertain what answer he’d prefer hearing.
“What do you expect me to say? The first one isn’t an option.” She stared into his eyes as if trying to decide what he wanted. She seemed to sense the inherent danger. “I’m not sure if either one of us can handle the second.”
Neither was he. If he had her alone could he control his baser needs? Keep the inner beast straining against the bars of its cage from breaking free? Tink tempted that long-denied part of him in ways no other woman ever had. For her sake, he had to be strong, not give in. Gritting his teeth, Brock kept his mouth shut, refusing to influence her choice.
“I’ve always fantasized about being with more than one man. I’d regret passing up the chance to live the fantasy.”
Brock swallowed hard, gave her time to change her mind. Tink’s gaze remained locked with his, her resolve solid.
“Fine,” he gritted out, “but there will be some ground rules.”
He looked to Zeke first. At his nod of acceptance, Brock turned to Riley, who hesitated then asked, “What ground rules?”
“I take the lead. Nothing happens unless I say so. Your dicks only go where I allow.”
Riley shifted, grasped Tink’s shoulders and turned her to face him. “Is that what you want, honey? There are other choices. You could go somewhere private with Zeke, me or the two of us if you’d rather leave the dictator out of the equation.”
Possessive rage roared through Brock. “That’s not going to happen.”
Tink shook her head. “No, it’s not.” She turned back to face him. “I’d like to experience the fantasy but not without Brock.”
Her expression was equal parts determination and lust, the words causing something in his chest to tighten. He didn’t want to but he gave her one last shot at backing out. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “As long as everyone’s ok
ay with it…yes. I want all of you and I trust you to control how it happens.”
All the blood left the upper half of his body and pooled in his aching cock. She’d just handed him the world on a silver platter. He was determined not to overthink the situation, to give her as much pleasure as she could handle.
Chapter Four
She had a hard time believing this was actually happening—three guys at once. The two letters she’d had published in Penthouse were tame in comparison. All her past experiences were. Riley’s comments earlier about always sharing raised a lot of questions, but Tink pushed those to the back of her mind for later contemplation.
Rising slowly, she glanced at the forgotten porn scene playing out on the television. One cowboy’s torso was stretched out on some hay bales with the woman on top of him, her back to his chest, his cock stuffing her ass. The second cowboy moved in between her legs, contorting himself into an awkward position so the camera could see his cock pressing into her pussy for a steamy double penetration.
The camera zoomed and got an amazing shot of the woman being stretched wide and pummeled by the two cocks, heavy balls slapping against her straining flesh with each forward thrust. Damn, that was hot. And Tink wanted it more than her next breath.
Not to be left out, the third guy stood next to the woman’s shoulder and nudged her lips with his cock. She took the fourth in her hand. She was totally filled and surrounded by cocks. Overwhelmed. Thoroughly used and pleasured.
The idea of taking all three of the cowboys’ cocks into her body at once made her heart pound erratically and turned her blood into a river of molten lava flowing through her body, heating her up and zinging through every nerve ending. Her erect clit beat in time with her racing pulse.
Pointing at the screen, she boldly stated, “I want that.”
All three turned to see what she was talking about.
Zeke looked to Brock, ignoring Riley’s enthusiastic, “Fuck, yeah!”
Brock studied the positioning then said, “Kitchen table. Zeke, get the lube and some condoms.”
As the other two stepped away, Brock moved in close, standing toe-to-toe with her, further warming her with his body heat, cupping the side of her face in one big hand. Electric tingles started where his palm touched her cheek and spread outward. Savannah was right—they had some wicked-hot chemistry.
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
She’d wanted to but hadn’t found anyone she was willing to let take her there. Until Brock. Something told her he’d make it good. “Just my toys.” She held up her hand, making a big circle by connecting the tips of her fingers and thumb. “The biggest about that wide.”
He stroked his thumb idly over her lower lip and his green eyes filled with raw desire. “Recently?”
Reading the concern in his expression, she showed her confidence in him. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Never,” he promised. “That’s why I need to know.”
Not shy about her sex life—or lack thereof—she told him what he wanted to know. “It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a man in anything other than my hand, but my toys get a regular workout.”
“Good.”
She wasn’t sure if the lack of a man or use of toys was what he considered good and didn’t ask.
“I’m going to give you what you want—what you need. If there’s anything you don’t like or if you want to stop, I want you to say red. Say it, Tink.”
“Red.”
“Say it and everything stops. Understand?”
“Yes.” She knew about safe words and understood it was a Dominant’s way of taking care of his submissive. Oh yeah, he’s definitely a Dom!
Leaning forward, Brock pressed his forehead to hers. “You forget Riley and Zeke. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust of a cock is from me. Only me.”
He couldn’t be saying what it sounded like, could he?
She sensed there could be some deeper message behind the words. Or was she reading more into it because of her heightened state of anticipation and arousal? Her entire body pulsed with excitement and lust clouded her thoughts.
He glanced over her shoulder and nodded. “You ready?”
A gush of liquid arousal slid along the walls of her pussy and soaked her panties. Her nipples ached to be touched, sucked. And her ass, damn she was desperate to finally know the pleasure of a real cock filling her ass. “I can’t wait.”
He moved his fingers to her nape and threaded them through her hair, pulling on it to tilt her head. The slight bite of pain along her scalp increased her need, made her feel on edge. Then Brock’s lips covered hers and all thought fled. He took her mouth in a dominant kiss, staking a claim she felt tighten around her heart. His tongue thrust past her lips, tangled with hers, took what he wanted. This message was clear. He was in control of her body, her desire. Her pleasure.
She didn’t fight it or him. Stopped worrying about the strange love-hate thing going on between them. The sexual buzz connecting them was more powerful. Tink willingly placed herself in his capable hands for the night. Just one night of sensual abandon. A night certain to be filled with sheer ecstasy.
By the time he ended the kiss, her entire body was trembling and she could barely breathe.
“Nervous?”
She shook her head. “Excited.”
Brock’s demeanor turned on a dime. All concern and tenderness disappeared behind a cold, steely wall and a hard expression.
“Strip.”
The stark demand in his harsh tone stiffened her spine and irritated the hell out of her. This was what he’d warned her about. The Dominant lover who would command, take and give—all according to his terms. Yet it was the way her body instantly responded, melting for him, that really inflamed her. Ignoring the fight raging in her head, her fingers began working the buttons of her shirt. The satisfied gleam in Brock’s eyes spoke louder than words. The jerk thought she was submitting to his will.
Uh…hello. That’s exactly what you’re doing.
She shook off the idea, refusing to admit the truth to herself even as her shirt fell to the floor, followed quickly by her bra, jeans, socks and panties. Tink stood before him, feeling the weight of Riley and Zeke’s stares burning into her backside, but she remained focused on Brock.
His eyes, which had lost their warmth, took her measure from head to toe, assessing her in a detached, clinical way. She’d never had a problem with nudity or felt shame over her full, curvy figure. Yet under Brock’s direct, penetrating stare she felt more than naked and less than adequate. Her head screamed at her to shield her breasts and pussy from his view, to cover her nudity as much as possible with her arms and hands.
Damned if that didn’t put steel into her spine, make her stand taller and force her arms to continue hanging motionless at her sides. She would not allow him to affect her self-confidence. Something glittered in his eyes and Tink realized her standing up to him was one of the things that attracted Brock.
“God, you’re perfect.”
Finally making eye contact again, he spoke in a low rumble that rolled from his throat and slid straight into her tensed muscles, the praise sapping her strength.
She swayed and Brock’s firm hands grasped her hips, holding her until she was once again steady. His face remained an emotionless mask yet she saw a wealth of feeling flicker in his eyes. Desire was foremost, followed by possession, a flash of jealousy and a growing affection she sensed him fighting.
Without another word, he walked past her, leaving her standing in the center of the room, feeling shaken and at a loss for what to do. The soft rustling of clothes had her turning around to discover Zeke and Riley standing next to the table naked and highly aroused.
Holy shit! Both were chiseled perfection. They were equal in height but that’s where the similarities ended. From his sandy blond hair to his gentle cornflower-blue eyes, Zeke appeared younger. His body had the lean sinew of a runner. Riley’s black hair hung down over his deep blue ey
es, his dark complexion and angular jaw giving him the rakish look of a fallen angel. In contrast to Zeke, his body was more heavily muscled, made more for power than speed.
Their appeal was undeniable. Still, it was Brock who drew her like a bee to the hive. As he pulled off his T-shirt, a purr rumbled up from her chest. A smattering of dark brown hair dusted square pecs, circled dark nipples and trailed down between an eight-pack abdomen. Defined obliques arrowed inward and down toward his groin. Tink licked her lips as she imagined sliding her tongue along the deep V-shaped groove.
He bent over as he removed jeans and briefs in one fluid movement, blocking her view until he straightened again to reveal a powerful body honed by hard work. His legs were thick slabs, strong enough to take a woman standing up. She had no trouble picturing it, her arms around his neck, ankles locked behind his back, his big hands on her ass effortlessly lifting her up and down over his cock.
And what a magnificent cock it was. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she drank in the sight. Thick and long, the base almost as broad as the plump head. Bulging blue veins covered the shaft, which sported a wicked upward curve. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. Oh yeah. That curve would have him rubbing against her G-spot.
She wanted to touch him, breathe in his heady masculine scent, taste his salty essence on her tongue. She just wanted him—any way she could get him. Her pussy clenched, quivering with the need to be filled.
Brock allowed her several long moments to take it all in before crooking his finger at her. “C’mere, Tink.”
Flicking long strands of hair over her shoulder, Tink walked toward him with her head held high. There was no doubting her healthy, secure body image along with her independence and strength. There was nothing sexier than a confident woman.
He looked deeper, past the stone-cold bitch attitude she wore like a shield and caught a glimpse of something that nearly dropped him to his knees. It was the last thing he ever expected to see in the haughty Prunella Lucretia St. Claire-Fitzmoore.
His nostrils flared and his chest tightened, driving the breath from his lungs as shock shattered his perceptions. Buried far down, hidden in Tink’s most secret parts of her soul he sensed a soft, fragile woman. Gut instinct told him that sheltered inner woman would be a natural submissive.
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