by Becca Van
“What happened?” Cain asked.
“Is she hurt?” Danny questioned.
“No, I think she just overdid it and fainted, but I want you to call for the doctor, Danny. I want her checked out. Cain, go and pull the covers back on my bed. Since our woman can’t take care of herself we’re going to have to do it for her. She is going to be moving into the house for the time being and into my bed, where she’ll be under our watch twenty-four seven.”
Bruce had been looking over Cash while he spoke to his brothers. He’d carefully placed her on the floor so she was flat but on her side in case she got sick. His hands held her head gently and he searched her scalp with his fingertips looking for lumps in case she had whacked her head on something when she passed out. He sighed with relief when he didn’t find anything.
“Give me your shirt, Danny,” he said and was glad his brother had heard him since he was already on his cell phone to the clinic. Danny ripped the shirt open one-handed and then cradled the cell between his shoulder and cheek while he pulled first one sleeve and then the other off.
Bruce grabbed the shirt and wadded it up as best he could using one hand, and then slipped it beneath Cash’s head. Then he lowered it gently and began to run his hands up and down her body, checking for injuries. When he couldn’t find anything he picked her up and began carrying her toward the house. He was so mad at her right now. How the hell could she have pushed herself until she passed out? Why didn’t she come to him or one of his brothers when she knew she couldn’t do anymore?
Danny walked with him and finally disconnected the call. “Doc’s on his way.”
Bruce nodded toward the back door and Danny rushed forward to hold it open. He didn’t stop until he was in his bedroom and then gently put her on the mattress. Cain had been waiting for them and immediately moved closer and helped by removing one of her boots, Danny did the other. Between the three of them they had her stripped down to her underwear and in one of Bruce’s T-shirts in minutes. He covered her up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Danny and Cain were standing at the foot of the bed staring at her. Cain looked up and met his eyes.
“No more work for her, until she gets the all clear from the doc,” Cain said in a growly voice.
“Agreed.”
As he reached back to brush some loose strands of hair from her face, he heard a knock on the door. Danny went to let the doctor in.
“What’s going on?” the doc asked as he entered the room. The man’s lips tightened when Bruce explained how he’d found Cash. She was so exhausted she didn’t stir while the doctor examined her. When he was done he nodded toward the door and left the room.
Bruce, Cain and Danny followed him out to the kitchen. “As far as I can tell there isn’t anything wrong that rest won’t fix. No working for at least a week. I want her back in my office Monday next week for another checkup. I think she just pushed herself too hard today and her body rebelled.”
“Thanks Doc.” Bruce offered his hand with gratitude and they shook. “I appreciate you coming out. Do you want a drink?”
“No, thanks, I have a few other patients to visit before heading back to the clinic. I’ll set up an appointment for your woman when I get back and I’ll get my secretary to give you a call with the time.”
Cain and Danny saw the doctor out, but Bruce was still feeling antsy and wanted to be with Cashmere. He hurried back down the hall and was just in time to see her open her eyes. She blinked a few times and looked around the room and then frowned as if confused.
Bruce moved further into the room and then sat next to her hip. She looked so damn beautiful and yet so vulnerable. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and tell her that he would keep her safe and love her until his last breath. But she wasn’t ready to hear any of that yet.
“How did I get here?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No.” She sighed and then reached up and flipped her braid over her shoulder.
Bruce wanted to release her hair from its confines and see it haloed around her stunning face.
“You overdid it and fainted. I found you passed out on the floor of the barn.” He took her hand in his and held it. Seeing her lightly tanned palm and fingers in his huge one showed him just how delicate she really was, although Cash would never admit to that. Not in a million years.
“This has to stop, sweet cheeks. The doctor came out and checked you over and since you pushed yourself before you were healed, you aren’t allowed to work until after you’ve seen him, next Monday.”
“But I have to…”
“Enough,” Bruce commanded loudly, for once not tempering his voice. “You are going to heed the doctor’s orders and we are going to see that you don’t do anything more than go to the bathroom or get a drink. Do you understand? And you will be moving in here where we can keep an eye on you.”
Cash didn’t answer verbally but her defiant, anger-shooting gaze and her body language said everything. Bruce knew he and his brothers were going to have a fight on their hands and he could hardly wait. Cashmere was full of passion she was hiding from them but also herself. He couldn’t wait for her to lose control and see the hungry desire she had burning in her eyes for real.
Bring it on, sweet cheeks!
Chapter Seven
Cash spent the next week resting, since she had no choice in the matter and even if she didn’t admit it to them, the rest had done her good. She felt so much better, with more energy, and was actually looking forward to getting back to work. But she still had the weekend to get through and after she had seen the doctor Monday morning she would get back into a regular routine.
She was currently in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee and the men were outside working where they had been all morning. Cash had decided to make herself useful and had already made lunch of stew and dumplings for when they all came inside. All the swelling had gone down and she only now had a few mottled bruises on her eye and face and she was so pent up, ready to get back to work, she couldn’t settle. Bruce, Cain and Danny were probably going to have a fit at her for cooking for them but she didn’t care, she needed to feel useful now that she was healed.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway and she took a deep breath as she pulled some mugs down from the cupboard and began pouring the coffee. The table was set with silverware and all that was left to do was serve the food and carry it across to the dining area. As she placed the coffee pot back on the warming plate, hard, thick muscular arms wrapped around her waist.
“What have you been up to, sweet cheeks?” Bruce’s voice was so deep and manly she couldn’t help but shiver in reaction when he spoke. Her body reacted to all three men as if she was in tune with them, but she had no idea how to go about relieving the ache their presence caused. But it wasn’t just their presence that got her body responding with desire, if she was honest with herself. Even just thinking about them caused her breasts to ache and her pussy to moisten.
“I made lunch,” she was finally able to answer after taking a deep breath.
“Something smells good, baby, but are you sure you’re up to doing all this?” Cain’s voice came close to her and she turned her head to the left to find him leaning against the counter with his back toward it. He was watching her through narrowed eyes as if trying to gauge her every little reaction.
She looked up and over her shoulder and met Bruce’s gaze. “If you’ll let me go then I can bring everything over to the table.”
Bruce released her waist, but instead of stepping back like she expected him to, he placed his large, manly hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Lucky for her she hadn’t picked up any of the cups yet, otherwise she might have dropped them when she saw the hunger in his eyes. He gripped her hips, and his hands were so big they nearly met in the middle of her lower back. He caressed her hip bones with his thumbs. She wondered what he was doing but she had her answer before she could voice her question. He moved his hands to her waist and then lift
ed her up without seeming to strain. His strength turned her on, making her feel petite and feminine. She clutched at his shoulders for balance, a little uncomfortable with her legs dangling in midair. He turned and then took two steps and lowered her to the other counter on her ass. He was so freaking huge he still towered over her, but then he bent, moving closer, nudging her knees with his hip.
Cash automatically separated her legs and then had to widen them even more when he stepped between them. He bent down until his forehead was pressing against hers and it wasn’t until then that she realized she was panting for breath. “I can’t hold off with you anymore, sweet cheeks. I can’t wait another moment.” Bruce’s eyes left hers and drifted down to her mouth. She gasped but then she sighed when his lips met hers. His lips were soft but firm. He used his mouth to entice and then when liquid warmth began to travel through her blood stream, her body softened, but she was also het up with excitement.
His tongue slid over her the seam of her mouth and she grabbed onto his shirt when she swayed toward him. She’d been fantasizing about what he and his brothers tasted like over the last week and a half and couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her mouth when he slanted his mouth over hers and deepened the kiss. The sound was muffled when he pushed his tongue in and slid it along hers. He ate at her mouth as if he was starving and she responded without thought. Liquid fire traveled through her veins, making her breasts ache and her pussy throb. She was so needy and knew only Bruce, Cain and Danny could quench the flames.
Bruce eased the kiss back from rapaciousness until he was sipping at her lips, and then he finally lifted his head. He was breathing as heavily as she and when a hand touched her knee, she looked up into Cain’s hazel eyes. The muscles in his face were tight and at first she thought he was angry but then she saw the heat blazing out at her and knew he was very turned on.
Bruce stroked a finger down her nose and then he moved away. Cain immediately took his brother’s place between her thighs and she shivered when his hands landed on her upper legs and he began to rub his palms up and down over her jeans. He didn’t say anything but kept his eyes connected to hers as he lowered his head. When their lips met she was shocked at how he ate at her mouth so hungrily. Cash moaned and Cain responded with a deep growl as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was wild, hot, wet, and uninhibited. The more he devoured her mouth the needier she became. She gasped when he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. She felt so boneless and yet so full of tension she didn’t know what to do.
Cash lifted her hands and gripped his forearms and felt the steel of his muscles beneath his warm skin. She wanted so much more. That small taste of touch was nowhere near enough to appease the burning ache inside her. When he moved his arms she released them and groaned as he held her hips and pulled her closer toward him. She could feel the hot, hard ridge of his erection against her pussy even through her jeans and began to rock against him, trying to assuage the throb deep inside.
“My turn, brother.” Cash was only vaguely aware of Danny’s voice close by and then sighed with disappointment when Cain lifted his mouth from hers before moving back from her. She gave a squeak of surprise when Danny stepped forward and scooped her up into his arms. He shifted her until her front was plastered against his and his hands were gripping her ass cheeks, holding her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist for stability, and then looked into his hazel eyes. Danny’s eyes had more green than brown, whereas Cain’s seemed to be an even mix of both colors. She felt like she was drowning in his gaze. He moved so fast her vision blurred and he slammed his mouth over hers. His tongue shoved into her mouth, glided along hers and then swirled around exploring every niche of her interior.
A hard, warm chest connected with her back and huge masculine hands moved between her and Danny’s stomach. They pulled her shirt out from where they were tucked in and then a hand splayed wide over her belly. The muscles beneath her skin quivered and cream dripped from her clenching pussy onto her already wet panties. Danny released her mouth and lifted his head. She was pleased to note she wasn’t the only one breathing heavily.
The fingers against her stomach flexed and then caressed her, causing her flesh to erupt in goose bumps.
“So fucking soft.” Bruce’s deep voice caused her to shudder in reaction as his low cadence washed over her. “I can’t wait to feel all of you, sweet cheeks.”
Cash’s breathed hitched in her throat as her mind went into a whirl. Is that what I really want? Do I want to have his hands on my naked body? Yes! I want all of them touching me, kissing me, making love to me. Wait! Love! I don’t love them. I haven’t known them long enough.
“Don’t you want that too, Cashmere?” Danny asked.
She exhaled and looked up into his eyes again. Yes. She screamed in her mind.
“Thank God.” Bruce groaned.
“Bring her to the table,” Cain said in a deep growly voice.
“Wait!” Cash moved her hands to Danny’s shoulders and dug her nails into his shirt-covered skin.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Cain asked when Danny carried her closer.
“D—Did I…say that out loud?”
“You sure did, sugar.” Danny kissed the top of her head and then bent down and placed her ass on the sturdy timber dining table.
Bruce came over and cupped her chin in his hand. “We want you, Cash. We’re going to make you feel real good, sweet cheeks.”
“Oh God.”
Danny reached for her shirt but he must have been too impatient to undo all the buttons because he grabbed the hem and lifted it up and pulled it from her arms and over her head.
“Fucking perfect,” Cain rasped and she looked up to find him staring at her breasts. Cash looked down and cursed that she had worn one of her lace push-up bras. They made her look more well-endowed than she really was and she wondered if they would be disappointed when it was gone.
Bruce reached out and with a flick of his fingers he opened the front clasp of her bra. She made a grab for the cups when they loosened but Danny, who had moved around the other side of the table, reached out, slid his hands down her arms, and then lifted them above her head. He clasped her wrists in his hands and then pulled gently, so that she began to fall back across the table. Cain placed an arm across her upper back and slowed her backward motion so she didn’t hurt herself. Her chest rose and fell with each gasp she took and her belly quivered when she felt Bruce’s fingers at the button of her jeans.
“I can smell your honey from here, Cash. I can’t wait to get a taste of your cream.”
“What are you doing to me?” she cried out.
Cash turned her head toward Cain when he got up on the table beside her. He was lying right next to her, with his head propped up on his hand. His free hand landed on her belly and then he began to lightly rub up and down on her skin. His hand crept up higher as he lowered his head. She closed her eyes just before his lips covered hers and his hand covered her breast.
Cash sobbed with overwhelming pleasure while Cain kissed her deeply, hungrily, all the while he kneaded her breast. She cried out when his finger pinched her nipple and couldn’t help the instinct to arch up into his touch. Her whole body was one big aching mass of need and she didn’t know what to do to stop the pleasurable pain.
Fingers tugged at her jean’s button and zipper and then her ass was lifted and then jeans and panties were being pulled down her legs. Cash shivered as the cool air caressed her naked flesh. A chair scraped over the tile floor and then her legs were being pushed apart. Warm, moist air wafted over her wet pussy and then she moaned into Cain’s mouth as a hot tongue licked up through her folds.
Danny released her hands at the same time Cain removed his lips from her mouth and then they each placed an arm down by her sides. Danny was still leaning over her from behind but since he was so tall he had no trouble reaching her. He leaned down and licked over the tip of her nipple and when he sucked the peak int
o his mouth, Cain did the same with the other. Two hot wet mouths suckling on her breasts and another licking at her pussy was almost too much to bear.
When Bruce rimmed her cunt with a large, thick finger and licked across her clit at the same time, she groaned at the pleasure and wondered how much more she could take. Her muscles were taut with tension, yet she felt so boneless she knew if she tried to stand she would fall in a heap on the floor.
Cash groaned when the tip of Bruce’s finger penetrated her wet sheath and she tried to arch her hips up in silent demand for more. Two big hands landed on her belly, one up high near her ribs and the other down low so the fingers were touching her mound.
“You taste so fucking good, Cash. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
Cash moaned. Bruce had only lifted his mouth from her pussy enough to talk and the vibrations of his voice sent more pleasure wracking through her sex. Even her ass felt the vibrations and she gasped at the unexpectedly carnal delight. Another gush of juice leaked out and covered her pucker. She was so hot and turned on, the ache inside her was interminable and she wanted relief, now.
She groaned with pleasure when Bruce’s finger pushed into her pussy further and then he began to slowly retreat. Cain and Danny continued to lick and suck her breasts, sending electrical sparks straight down to her pussy until she thought she was going to go out of her mind with need.
“Please,” she sobbed with pleasure and frustration.
“Please what, sugar,” Danny mumbled around her nipple and she arched her chest up.
“I need…”
Cain released her nipple with a pop and then asked, “What do you need, baby?”
“I—I don’t…I…need…”
Cash winced when Bruce pushed his finger into her a little deeper and then sighed with relief as he drew back. His tongue laved over her clit faster and faster and he continued to thrust his finger into her, but shallower this time. She knew that there was something she needed to tell them, but she couldn’t think. Every time the words came to her lips, they drifted away on a sea of arousal as they touched her.
