by Lynn Stark
“Fuck!” Even as Mick lunged to turn the water off, the bubbles were rising and multiplying at an alarming rate toward the rim of the tub. “Damned asshole. I should give him to Logan for a week or two.”
Cherry was nearly hysterical as she began laughing, pushing aside bubbles, trying to get them away from her face as they slid up her chest and around her neck and shoulders. They were sliding over the edge of the tub, onto the tiled floor, which really pissed Mick off as he grabbed towels, trying to stop their advance.
“I’m going to kill that jerk. One less brother won’t make any difference.”
That sent Cherry off again just as she had been getting her uncontrollable laughter back under control. As she tried to fight her way out of the bubbles she grabbed her middle, her butt sliding down along the now-slick bottom of the tub. She went under like the Titanic, floundering, before a strong hand latched onto her upper arm and pulled her up and out of the bubble trap.
“You’re a mess,” Mick growled, but there was laughter in his dark-blue eyes.
He was pushing bubbles off her face, scraping them out of her hair. Cherry pouted up at him. “But you just told me you could look at me all day.”
“It’s true. But you’re still a mess.” His dark-blue gaze dropped to her breasts where her nipples were poking out through a layer of white foam. “A very, very tempting and beautiful mess I want to make love to all day long.” Turning her around, he moved her toward the huge shower stall. “It’s a shower for you now, I guess.” After turning on the water and checking the temperature, he made her sit on the bench. “Stay there until you aren’t stiff anymore. Or until I have this mess cleaned up, whichever comes first.”
“I’d like to make you come first,” she tempted naughtily, batting her wet, spiky lashes at him.
Mick growled, looking like he was going to give in, but shook his head and grinned down at her. “Nope. You need to get rested first. We have a whole lifetime to play now.” He stepped back and closed the door firmly.
As much as Cherry had wanted to kiss and lick Mick’s beautiful cock, sucking him down the back of her throat, the lack of action wasn’t a complete loss. Her consolation prize was that she got to watch a very naked cowboy cleaning up the bathroom. She imagined him wearing nothing but black leather chaps and his hat while he wiped up bubbles. Her pussy twitched with pleasure. Damned, but she loved her imagination!
Tanned skin, bulging muscles, rippling abs, and an ass to kill for were all on display for her personal viewing pleasure. Oh yeah, Cherry could do a bit of staring at him all day, too. Rubbing the steam off the glass, she admired him with a wistful sigh. Maybe if she got lucky he would use that hard cock on Gracie and she would get to watch.
Just as Mick picked up the last of the soaked towels the door opened and a timid Gracie stepped in. She looked around, her eyes widening as she saw the tub full of bubbles and the pile of wet towels. Then she saw that powerful erection thrusting up from Mick’s groin.
Mick didn’t waste any time. He opened the cupboard and took out a condom. It was on his long, thick cock in record time. Then he was picking Gracie up and plopping her naked butt on the granite countertop between the sink basins. She squealed as the cold stone made contact with her warm butt. Cherry’s hand slid between her thighs to find her already rigid clit. She stroked it as Mick pushed his way between slender thighs. Ankles locked behind him. Tiny white hands grasped his broad, sunbrowned shoulders as he thrust into Gracie’s pussy.
Between the erotic sight of the pair and the guttural sounds coming from the two passionate, uninhibited lovers, it didn’t take long for Cherry to come. Her moan of pleasure turned to laughter as she slid off the bench and onto the tiled shower floor.
The door opened and the water was turned off before she was righted by hands under her arms. Lifted, she found herself looking up at a scowling Mick.
“What the fuck, baby! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just got lost in the moment, is all.”
“I’m going to have to wind some bubble wrap around you. You’re just determined to hurt yourself.”
Even as he scolded her Cody was coming into the bathroom, prepared for what was about to happen. Cherry peeked around Mick’s big body to see his brother pushing his thick cock into Gracie. In a matter of moments the joined lovers were thrusting and clenching, pulling and pushing, both vocal in their pleasure as they ground hard against one another.
When they came Cody moved away, leaving Gracie leaning back on her arms, panting. Her slender legs dangled over the edge of the counter. There was a smug, satisfied grin on her face. It widened as Collin came in. He, too, had prepared by putting on a condom. Gracie reached eagerly for him as he stepped up into position between her legs. Those slender ankles locked above his taut buttocks, pulling him in. They went wild.
Mick was now behind her as they watched together. His big, callused hands were fondling her breasts, stroking and molding them, pulling her nipples until she was moaning and grinding her ass back against his thighs.
When Collin finished, he kissed Gracie and left the bathroom on wobbly legs. The man had obviously been drained of his energy. The woman on the counter was waiting, peering toward the door. It wasn’t but a second before Jake was there and taking his turn with their lover.
A strong arm held her close as Mick bent enough so he could reach her pussy. He bit her shoulder, then her neck, as he slid two fingers into her aching flesh. His thumb stroked her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. They were covered by the thick cream of her arousal. The trembling began. Cherry closed her eyes for a moment as she sought her own orgasm. It wasn’t as close as the first, but it was there. Mick searched skillfully for it with his fingers and thumb, his strong teeth stinging her neck. One bite to her earlobe was what sent her over the edge. Fire shot through her veins, scorching her limbs. Her body arched as her slick channel clenched around his fingers. He held her close, safely, against his powerful body until the fiery waves of ecstasy finally receded, leaving her limp and perfectly sated.
Dried, fluffed, and tucked in, Cherry found herself in bed a short time later. She glared at the men as they stood at the foot of it. They were all dressed and ready to work. But they insisted they, their women, had to stay in bed for at least three more hours. Gracie giggled and blushed. She was such a sweetheart. She cuddled close to Cherry, her head on her shoulder, a hand absently caressing her breast.
“We’ll be bringing breakfast to you in a little while. Unless you have to make a trip to the bathroom, you are not to get out of that bed until nine o’clock.” He pointed at the decorative clock on the wall. “We want you to rest. That’s all you need to do.”
“But I want to make breakfast for you,” Cherry pouted, though she was secretly loving the idea of her men pampering both her and Gracie.
“Not today, maybe not even tomorrow. It’s our treat for you two having to put up with our sorry, horny asses.”
They disappeared, one after another, before Cherry could think of a response to that. Sliding an arm around Gracie, she snuggled down against the pillows. As she stared at the ceiling, she knew she could get use to the pampering by their men. It wasn’t the same as being taken care of by her family. This was different. It was a different kind of love.
“I feel like such a slut,” Gracie told her, winding their legs together. A small hand moved down over her stomach to the soft mound of her sex. A slender finger slid between the folds to find the creamy center. “All I want to do is have sex over and over again, and the more the better.”
“If that makes you a slut, then I’m one, too.” Cherry laughed, bending to press a kiss to the other woman’s smooth forehead where her bangs had parted. “They were made for sex.”
“They’re all hot. Do you think we can have babies soon? I really want one.”
Cherry really wanted one, too, but not yet and not until she got over the fear. It was a dream and had been for a long time. Though the doctors had d
ecreed there was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to have as many children as she liked, she was plagued by uncertainty. What if she had problems conceiving? What if something went wrong? Those were the two biggest worries. As much as she wanted to believe the doctors, and rationally she knew that all her fears were ones most all women dealt with at one time or another, she just couldn’t let them go yet.
Maybe she should call Tad and talk to him about it. Her therapist and friend was the voice of reason. They had been talking since she had been in the hospital, about a week after she had come out of the coma. She hadn’t talked at all, since she had lost the ability to speak at that time, but she had listened to his soothing voice as he talked to her about things he knew must be going through her mind. During all these conversations her family had been there with her. They all but set up camp in her room. There was always someone there with her. And when she learned that her men had come to be with her? Wow was all she could think at the time. Tears had stung her eyes, burning down her cheeks the first time she realized there was always at least one of them holding a hand and talking to her. The other one was usually held by her mother, father, or one of her many siblings.
Family. Cherry had really lucked out with hers. They were all loving, caring, and supportive in equal measures.
And her men? They were practically perfect.
Was she going to blow this with irrational, unfounded fears? Cherry asked herself, pushing back the wave of panic she was feeling.
Gracie picked up on it. She lifted up so she could look down at her. Her delicate black brows were drawn close in a frown of concern. “What’s wrong? Your heart is going a mile a minute and you feel like you’re ready to jump out of bed.” A soft hand began stroking her. Gracie nuzzled her neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. We’ll take care of you. Are you afraid to have a baby?” Cherry nodded emphatically, words beyond her at that moment. She didn’t want to freak out and have a full-blown panic attack. That would certainly startle her sweet little lover. “Yes, I suppose after all you’ve been through, it would be another big hurdle to get over. Is there any reason why you can’t have a baby?”
Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, Cherry shook her head. “No. The doctors say everything is good in that department. I’ll probably just have more pain in my legs and back than most women would, because of my injuries.”
“But your baby-making parts are good?”
“Yes. That’s what they tell me. They’re about the only things which didn’t get hurt when those bastards ran over me.”
“That’s a good sign,” Gracie insisted, snuggling close again.
They lay like that in the bed, their heads touching, their hands linked, until the men came in with their breakfast. Four curious gazes looked them over. Frowns dipped their brows.
“Is something wrong?”
Cherry didn’t want to worry the men. She shook her head as she sat up. “No. Gracie helped me with an issue I was having.” She smiled. “It’s better now.”
“Really?” Gracie asked anxiously, sitting up beside her and scooting over so they had room for the lap trays.
“Yes, baby. You actually helped a lot.”
“Well, I hope you’ll feel ready to share soon,” Collin said firmly. “We want to know you’re happy here, Cherry. We know you still have problems, but we’ll help you with them.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We’re not just pretty.”
“Or studs,” Jake threw in.
“Asshole, shut up,” Mick growled. He pushed the youngest brother toward the door. “Get going and let our dads know we’ll be there shortly.”
Jake headed for the door before he swiftly doubled back, dodging bodies, to make his way to the bed. He crawled across it to kiss each of his women, and then scrambled out of the way when Mick started growling again. She suspected it would take some time for Mick to get over the prank. She also suspected they had been enduring a lifetime of Jake’s goofiness.
“See ya later!” Jake saluted both women before disappearing out the door.
Mick kissed them good-bye before following, obviously feeling the need to motivate his playful brother a little more. Cody went next. He was more creative in his farewell, kissing each of the women’s nipples, grinning when he straightened. He rubbed the obvious swell in his jeans before grabbing his hat back up from where he had tossed it on the bed and shoving it on his head as he left the room.
Collin sat down in an armchair, watching the women eat, seeming to enjoy the chatter between the two, and accepting the praise for how good the breakfast was.
* * * *
As soon as Cody left the garage he noticed something didn’t seem quite right. Having needed to get a new pair of gloves out of the storage cupboard, he’d come out to the garage. He then left through the side door into the parking area. He tipped his head as he stared in the direction where the vehicles were parked. Though it was still early, there was enough light now to see that one was sitting at an odd angle. It was their new SUV, the one they had purchased just a few weeks before, in anticipation of Cherry coming to live with them when they learned she was visiting her sister. It was also the one their women had taken to town the day before. Walking around it, he swore up a blue streak.
“Fuck! What the hell?” The two tires on the driver’s side had been slashed. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he called Mick. He looked around the surrounding pastures. Cattle grazing, green pastures, some wildflowers, and birds. “Hey,” he said when Mick answered. “Get back to the house. Someone slashed our fucking tires.”
As soon as he ended the call he punched out another number. The dispatcher at the sheriff’s office picked up on the second ring. He briefly told her what happened and she assured him an officer would be there as soon as possible.
Cody wasn’t surprised when the older Preston men showed up with their sons. They all stared at the tires, then off in the direction of the road, as if clues to the identity of the vandal or vandals would be revealed to them.
“Damn strange they only slashed the two tires. And why did they choose this one?” Daddy Joe asked, looking over the collection. The SUV was obviously the newest, but Cherry’s rental was there, as was a newer pickup and their boys’ old pickup.
“Maybe it’s because it’s the newest one?” Daddy Ron suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. “But so is the rental. I’ve never been able to figure out why people do the things they do. But this is just plain stupid.”
Daddy Matt sighed. “Well, we better look around and make sure everything else is okay. Damn, like we didn’t have enough to do already. We need to get those calves separated today.”
“We need to talk to Cherry and Gracie. See if anything happened in town yesterday.”
“Do that. We’ll look around the house, then down by the road, then we’ll go look around up by our house and the barns.” Daddy Joe’s tone was brisk. It was a sure sign he was pissed. He was usually very laid back. “You guys talk to the sheriff. Come along as soon as you can.”
Cody nodded. “Sure thing, Dad. It shouldn’t take too long.”
His brothers lingered a moment, their expressions ones of anger. None of them could remember the last time someone had messed around on the ranch. Neighbors around Silver looked out for one another. If someone had seen something suspicious, they would have gotten a call, giving them a heads up.
They went into the house to talk to Cherry. What they found made them hesitate. Both women were fast asleep, curled around one another. It was an image they would cherish always. Too bad they had to spoil the women’s rest. They all shared guilt over being so demanding sexually. But, hell, their women seemed to do everything in their power to encourage sex and more sex. Were they going to turn it down? Hell no!
When Mick touched Cherry’s bare shoulder, she turned toward him, blinking her eyes sleepily. “What’s up?”
“Someone slashed the tires on the SUV. We’re wondering if something happened in town
yesterday.”
She sat up, pushing the heavy fall of her blonde hair away from her face. Four pairs of eyes fixed on her full breasts. They were beautiful, mouthwatering mounds of creamy flesh. Gracie remained sleeping, snorting a little as she rolled onto her stomach, her arms above her head. They all smiled at the cute sound, admiring those parts of her petite body which were exposed above the edge of the sheet. Cody’s cock perked right up. He loved those twin dimples above her shapely ass.
“I wouldn’t really call it trouble, but we did meet up with a couple of guys who seem to think Gracie was theirs.”
All the men tensed. “Who were they? Did she tell you their names?”
Cherry nodded. “Yes, they’re Ed and DJ Marks. They were pretty creepy. They showed up at the grocery while we were shopping. They weren’t happy that she didn’t want anything to do with them. She’s already turned them down. They just don’t seem to want to accept it. It all seemed very, very stalkerish.”
The men agreed. But Cody knew that his brothers were angry that neither of the women had mentioned the incident. It didn’t matter how minor it had seemed at the time.
“You can’t keep things from us,” Collin stated in a firm voice. “If anything like this happens again, we need to know. We have to keep you safe.”
That statement brought a frown to Cherry’s brow. “We didn’t intentionally keep anything from you. And, as far as keeping us safe, I appreciate the sentiment. But I’m not a helpless female. I’ll go over to Peaches’s today and get the rest of my stuff. I have my pistols with me. When we go into town, I’ll be carrying.”
Gracie chose that moment to wake up. Evidently she had heard enough to know what was going on. She rolled over, looking worried. “What about when I go to work? You can’t be babysitting me.”
“Work?” Jake and Mick demanded at the same time. “Why are you going to be working? You don’t have to work. You’re ours to take care of.”
That seemed to totally perplex both women. They looked completely lost. “Why shouldn’t I work? I like to work.”
