She sank down about two inches then pulled back up. “Oh, my God. There’s no room.” She never thought about the other cock taking up so much space.
“Sure there is, Miami. Take a deep breath.”
She forced her body to relax and slid back down on his cock. “You’re too big.”
He grinned. “You can do it.”
She held still a moment longer, adjusting to the intense stretching. She wanted to fuck him so bad, but she had to catch her breath. If she ignored the fullness and went down on him hard, she’d be finished in a few seconds. Wanting this time to last as long as possible, she went slow at first. It was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Soon, her willpower gave way to desire, and she plunged then pulled up over and over again until his eyes glazed over. A burning deep within her caught fire. She couldn’t take it slow anymore and increased her speed. As she retreated, she milked his cock.
Clete palmed her tits. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“My plan.”
She dropped her head back and closed her eyes. A palm clasped her cheek and turned her head toward Raven.
“Darlin’, I’m dying here. Can you help me out?” He waved his near-purple cock.
Finally, she’d get to return the favor. She’d been dreaming of sucking him for days.
She leaned over and licked the underside of his dick. Pre-cum bubbled on the surface. When she opened her mouth to invite him in, Raven took hold of her head and guided his cock into her mouth.
“I couldn’t wait.” His words came out a whisper.
Clete grabbed her hips. “Me neither.”
She’d been holding still, divided by so much stimulation. Her pussy took over, and she resumed her pumping action, loving how Clete’s cock filled her.
He tightened his hold on her hips, preventing her from moving. She was about to protest when he slammed into her. Like firecrackers going off everywhere, every cell in her body rejoiced. With Clete taking over, she sucked on Raven’s cock, paying close attention to the large vein running the length of him.
Both of their groans mixed with her moans. The sound reverberated in her brain. When Raven grasped her tit and squeezed her nipple, blood banged through her body, robbing her of her sanity.
“Come for me, darlin’.”
Raven dropped back his head and closed his eyes. She, too, closed hers as the tsunami of pleasure overrode all thoughts. Her climax slammed into her as Raven’s hot juices coated her throat. Her eyes flew open and she gobbled up his cum.
Out of breath, she leaned back. Mistake. The change in angle drove the glass cock deeper into her ass. Clete arched his back so high her knees left the bed. A second later, his hot jism blasted her.
“Jesus Christ,” he yelled.
Her pussy walls nearly broke from his increased size. She opened her mouth and held her breath until the fullness receded.
Raven disappeared and returned with a wet towel. She lifted off Clete, who seemed too exhausted to move. She cleaned herself and her men. Raven moved her to the middle of the bed and lay down beside her.
They said nothing for a while.
Clete lifted up on his elbow. “Can you just imagine what it will be like when Hawk joins us?”
Her stomach clenched. “He doesn’t want me.”
“He wants you as much as we do. He’s yet to give in to his urges. He thinks you’ll leave us. You won’t, will you?”
How was she going to answer that when she didn’t even know the answer? “Can I get back to you?”
“No problem, but mark my words. We aren’t letting you go.”
Oh, my.
* * * *
Once she left the bedroom, she walked slowly to Hawk’s room. The irony didn’t escape her. She’d slept with Raven and Clete and yet she stayed in Hawk’s bed. At least for now, her lust for him had been lessened a bit because she’d been intensely satisfied by Clete and Raven. She still wanted Hawk though. His controlled sensuality excited her. If Raven was right, Hawk hadn’t gotten over the last hurt of betrayal.
She carefully folded the dress, placed it on the bed, and topped it with the most gorgeous necklace in the world. Tonight she’d feel like a princess.
A knock sounded followed by a head. It was Raven. “Don’t take out the plug.”
What? “I’m not wearing this. I can hardly walk as it is.” He seemed to ponder her request. “How about if I sleep with it in?”
“That works if you let me put it back in.”
“I don’t think Hawk would appreciate you putting a glass cock up my ass in his bedroom.”
“Okay, but tomorrow, I’m going to stretch you out some more. It will be more comfortable if you keep that one in. The new one only stays for a while.”
“Why?”
“Because, the new one is closer to my size.”
Oh. “I’ll take my chances. See you in a bit.”
He grinned and closed the door. While the plug had stimulated pieces of her she never felt before, she didn’t want to keep it in for long. She hurried into the bathroom and turned on the water. Once she undressed, she stepped into the shower. Its warmth was divine. Now to take out the plug. Getting a hold of the thing took some doing. She found by bending over, she could basically unscrew the thing out of her ass. She soaped it up and washed it off. Not knowing what to do with it, she left it on the soap-holder shelf.
She washed her hair and body thoroughly, lingering on her pussy. She rarely played with herself, but since her body had come alive, she found delight in touching herself. Her swollen pussy lips, both inner and outer, had gotten a real workout. Perhaps it was her nipples that were the most sore, but it was a good kind of sore. It meant she’d been thoroughly loved.
Love?
No one had mentioned that word. She’d only known them a little more than a week, but she felt more part of this family than her own. These were real men with real emotions. They weren’t anything like her associates at home.
Once she towel dried, she was about to blow-dry her hair when she realized Hawk didn’t have a hair dryer. Clete had close-cropped hair, but Raven might have one. Deciding to chance racing across the hallway with a towel wrapped around her, she opened the bathroom door and halted.
“Oh!” Hawk stood there. He had a pair of pants in his hand, but other than that, he was naked.
His gaze took in the length of her. She expected him to cover himself, but he didn’t. She swore she could see his cock lengthen right before her eyes.
“I didn’t realize you were in the bathroom.”
She had been busy putting on her makeup. “I didn’t realize you were in the bedroom.” Naked and oh, so glorious. “I’m looking for a hair dryer.” When she lifted her hair to wave it, the towel slipped a bit, but she caught it before it fell.
“Try Raven’s bathroom.”
She couldn’t tell if he was angry or just curious. Regardless, she needed the hair dryer and strode toward the door. The air seemed thick, and her heart raced being near him. For a split second, she debated grabbing him and planting one on his lips. Reason intruded. If he wanted her, he could have her, but he needed to be the one to make the first move. She breezed out the door and headed across the hall. Raven’s room was empty. In his attached bath, the hair dryer was attached to the wall, like the ones in hotels. Blow-drying her hair there seemed the only option. She could go back and get her brush, but then she’d run into Hawk again.
Doing the best she could, she dried her hair. It lacked styling, but she liked the straight look. Once she returned, Hawk was in the process of getting dressed. His white button-down shirt was open at the throat, exposing his spectacular chest. While his pants were black jeans and not dress pants, he looked handsome. The matching black boots were polished. He must really love his brother if he were willing to go to so much trouble.
He was threading his belt through the loops when she came in. He nodded to her towel. “A little underdressed, aren’t we? Though, I can think of two
guests who would take you the way you are.”
Funny man. “You speaking of Raven and Clete by any chance?”
He blinked. “In fact, no. I was thinking of Matt and Clay. They live on the property, have their own cattle, and take care of the running of the ranch.”
She waited for the smile that never came. “Do you think I want another man? Or two?”
He shrugged. “You’ve already fucked two, why not two more?”
She raced up to him and would have succeeded in slapping his face had he not caught her wrist. “That’s a shitty thing to say.”
“It’s the truth. You let my brother and my best friend fuck you.”
Now he’d crossed the line. “I didn’t let them. I wanted them to. I care about Clete and Raven. They are both amazing men.” She took a deep breath. “So are you, and you’d know that I believe that if you took your head out of your ass.”
He let go of her wrist and finished hooking his belt buckle. She gently lowered her towel, and let it drop to the ground. She stood there naked, her pussy pumping out juices. She wanted him bad.
“You’ll get tired of us and leave. Pleasure isn’t your type of town. You need the parties and the glitz.” His eyes turned molten as his gaze dragged up and down her body. “Just don’t hurt Clete and Raven when the door hits you in the ass.”
Before she could respond to the false accusation, he stormed out. Stunned, she stood there a minute trying to wrap her mind around what happened. Hadn’t she just told him she liked him? How did that Meat Loaf song go? ’Cause two out of three ain’t bad.
Well, she wasn’t going to settle. Hawk had no right to tell her that she didn’t belong in Pleasure. Sure, she liked a party every once in a while. Who didn’t? But Clete and Raven made her feel special. Hawk had, too, only he must have forgotten.
Damn him. Well, his piss-poor attitude wasn’t going to stop her from having a good time. She owed it to Clete to enjoy herself tonight. Determined to have fun, she retreated to the bathroom to dress.
Even if it killed her, she’d get Hawk to love her. Tonight would be a good time to start.
Chapter Eleven
When Bella entered the living room, Raven’s hair was still wet. He had on a tight, long-sleeved T-shirt, rather new-looking jeans, and boots that were nicer than the ones he wore in the shop. This must be a special occasion. He and Hawk were in deep conversation. When Hawk’s laughter floated in the air, she stilled, savoring the unfamiliar sound.
Raven jerked away from the conversation when he spotted her. “Wow.” His eyes widened.
At least one of the men in the room appreciated the effort she took to look nice. “Where’s Clete?”
“Right behind you.”
She spun around. “You dress up well.” His charcoal-gray slacks and open-throated shirt made him hot.
“So do you.” He leaned over and kissed her thoroughly.
Raven came up behind her and rubbed his cock against her bottom and nuzzled her neck. “Do you think we have time for another quickie? In no way did I get my fill.”
She turned around and lightly shoved his shoulders. “Behave yourself. The guests should be here any minute.” Her laugh sounded good to her ears.
As if she were psychic, the doorbell rang. Hawk got up from his chair to answer it. Weren’t those people lucky to be greeted by Mr. Grumpy. Several voices reached her, but no people appeared. Hawk must have been engaged in conversation. A moment later, four beautiful people entered the room. The woman had on a long, flowing dress, accentuated by an exquisite necklace and matching earrings. Her three escorts were nearly as good-looking as Clete, Hawk, and Raven.
Clete stepped forward, wrapped an arm about Bella’s waist, and introduced her. “This is Bella Andrews, from Miami.” He glanced from her to the foursome. “This is Tammy and her three husbands, Aiden, Jake, and Tank. They’re my neighbors to my right.”
They all shook hands. She’d been about to comment on Tammy’s jewelry when another threesome entered the room. The noise increased as they all hugged.
When they came to greet Clete, he introduced them. “This is Sheriff Justin Bradford and his deputy, Tom Carnes. With him is their lovely wife, Lydia.”
“The sheriff and I have met.” She shook his hand.
She finally figured out the ploy. Clete must have been trying to show her that multiple marriages were common in Pleasure.
“It’s an open bar,” Hawk said. “Help yourselves.”
A few gravitated to the side to get drinks. She’d been about to comment to Clete about his choice of guests when two strikingly handsome men showed up. She waited for the proverbial wife, but they’d apparently come alone.
Clete introduced them. “This is Clay and Matt Stegman.”
“Ah.” The men Hawk had told her about. “You live on the property and take care of the ranch.”
They both smiled, and she could see why Hawk might think she’d want them. While they were good-looking, she had her hands full.
About twenty minutes later, the last of the guests arrived. Bella was in the kitchen getting more cheese for the platter when another woman came in and smiled. She, too, was lovely.
“I’m Brittany. My husbands are busy chatting.” She pulled up a stool when the other two women came in.
Tammy waved a hand. “Too much testosterone in there.”
They all laughed. Brittany grabbed a piece of cheese off the platter. “So you’re from Miami. That’s far away. What brought you to Pleasure?”
She wasn’t sure if she should air her issues, but if Bill or Aldo ever showed his face, she’d want friends to steer them away. Lydia’s husband already knew the story and had probably told his wife about the new girl in town. Bella regaled them with her story, and they peppered her with questions.
Lydia leaned forward. “So how do you like it here so far?”
“I have to admit, I hate cold weather, but I love to ride, and the mountains offer a spectacular view.”
She grinned. “And the men?”
These three women might have been a setup, but as long as they were here, she might as well pump them for information. “Raven is a complete gem. He’s genuine, says what he thinks, and is a hard worker. Not to mention easy on the eyes.”
All three nodded. “Clete’s a no-brainer,” Tammy said. “He has everything a woman would want. He’s kind, sensitive, rich, and good-looking. And did I mention rich?”
Bella waved a hand. “I agree. He’d be a good catch.”
Tammy nodded to her necklace. “You must have caught his heart if he let you wear that necklace. Since I make my own jewelry, he asked me to check out his grandmother’s prized possession. I say he’s hooked.”
Heat raced up her face. “He does seem smitten, as they used to say, but unfortunately, Hawk is being elusive.”
Brittany picked up another piece of cheese. “Brody, that’s one of my husbands, is just like Hawk. I used to call him Brooding Brody. You know the type. Joking one minute, then sour the next.” She drank some of her wine. “Trust me. It just means they want you but don’t think they can keep you.”
Bella looked off to the side. “I’ve assured Hawk that I’m available, but he doesn’t seem interested.”
Brittany shook her head. “With men like him, you have to show him that you’ll be his. I know Hawk’s story. He was devastated by the last woman. He’s gun-shy. Do you plan on staying?” She held up a hand. “Let me rephrase that. Do you love all three men?”
Her pulse raced and her mind whirred. Though she’d only known them a short while, she knew in her heart that these men were for her. “I’m getting there.” They all grinned. She held up her hand. “Can I ask you all a personal question?”
Lydia leaned forward. “What you want to know is if it’s hard to love more than one man at once? The answer is no.”
She inhaled a deep breath then blew it out. “That was one question. The other is do they get jealous?”
The women glanced to each o
ther. Brittany answered. “I’m married to twins and a best friend. They’re all different. That’s the beautiful part. If one isn’t in a good mood, I move on. When he comes around, we all make love together. It’s the best of all worlds.”
“I’m married to the law. Tell me that’s not hard. Usually one of them is on duty, so often I get one-on-one time with the other, but that works for me.”
Clete walked in the kitchen and the women clammed up. “There you are. Miami, this party is for you. Come on.”
Tammy mouthed Miami?
“Nickname.”
The girls picked up the half-eaten hors d’oeuvre tray and followed her into the living room. The men were sitting around having a good time. She glanced around for Hawk but didn’t see him. She leaned over to Clete. “Where’s your brother?”
He looked confused. “I have no idea.”
Maybe Hawk was sulking. About what, she had no idea. She settled between Clete and Raven and enjoyed the banter with the men. The guests told her about their occupations. Two were forest rangers, one owned three hardware stores, and Tammy’s men were involved in either construction, veterinary work, or ranching.
When Hawk didn’t return after an hour, she excused herself and wanted to see what stick was up his ass. She figured he’d be in the shop. Even though it was cold outside, she didn’t bother with a jacket. Moving as fast as she could in heels, she got to the workshop without getting frostbite. When she walked in, Hawk was dressed in his good clothes and was working on a motorcycle.
“Hey. There’s a party inside. You forget?”
He turned back around, continuing to ply the wrench to a socket. Nobody ignored her without hearing about it. She walked up to him and squatted down. “What is your problem? I admitted to making love to your brother and your best friend, but I recall you telling me that ménages were your thing. What changed your mind?”
He held her gaze a long time. “You did.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
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