Broken In: A Cowboy Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  I drove back to the ranch in the best mood I’d had in over a week. It felt good to do something active. Taking control of the problems in my life rather than being a passive recipient of all the terrible karma in the world.

  The boys were surprised when I walked through the kitchen door. Chase and Landon were cooking up steaks and asparagus, which filled the house with the smell of cooked meat and garlic. Daniel was hunched over something by the table.

  “It’s not champagne,” I said, hefting the two bottles, “but it’s the best sparkling white wine the feed store had.”

  “I thought you were going home?” Landon asked. He shared a quick look with Daniel, who began scooping up papers from the desk.

  “Change on plans. Grab four champagne flutes. Just kidding; there’s no way in hell my dad has champagne flutes. We’ll drink out of regular glasses.”

  Chase grabbed the glasses while Landon frowned at me. “We, uhh, only have three steaks…”

  “She can have half of mine,” Daniel said. He left the table carrying something in his arms, but was out of sight before I could see what.

  “I’ll give ya a share of mine too,” Chase said with a friendly grin as he put the glasses on the table. “What’re we celebrating?”

  I popped the champagne, poured four glasses, and told them everything that had happened.

  “A buyer?” Landon asked. “This close to the auction?”

  “Hell yeah, a buyer.” I raised my glass. “To miracles.”

  “To miracles,” they muttered, toasting with me with less enthusiasm.

  I downed half my glass and looked at each of them. “Alright, what’s the problem? I thought you’d be happy for me.”

  “No, yeah, we are,” Chase said. “We’re just, kinda, surprised. That’s all.”

  “Yeah, very surprised,” Daniel added.

  Landon set his drink down—still full—and went back to the stove to serve the food.

  “I guess I can’t blame you,” I said. “I was just as surprised.”

  “Is it a good offer?” Landon asked, carrying the food over to the table. “They’re aware of the debt?”

  “They’re aware of it, yep. And the offer is good enough. More than good enough.”

  “How much, exactly?” Daniel asked as he sat down. “Not to pry…”

  I finished my glass and poured another. “Guys. I don’t want to talk about the details. I want to celebrate. Let’s eat and enjoy tonight.”

  They nodded and dropped the subject, but I could tell they were still thinking about it.

  *

  The mood was far more celebratory after a few glasses of sparkling white wine, plus a few beers after that. Daniel found a deck of cards in his bedroom and we gathered around the table playing five card poker, using silverware as chips.

  “Tomorrow morning, huh?” Landon put down three cards and drew three from the deck. “And you have no idea who they are?”

  “Not a clue.”

  “That doesn’t bother you?”

  I scoffed. “Honestly? They could be the reanimated corpse of Adolf Hitler and I wouldn’t care. I’m just happy they’re taking this problem off my hands.”

  “That’s a real shame,” Daniel said.

  “What is?”

  His hand wave encompassed more than just the kitchen. “Thinkin’ of this place as a problem. It’s got a lot of potential. And I’m sure a lot of memories.”

  I folded my hand. “I guess. It has been nostalgic being here this past week. I’ll miss it.”

  Landon exchanged a glance with Chase, then said, “Too bad you can’t find a way to keep it in the family.”

  “Too bad.”

  Landon won the hand, then dealt a new one out. “I’m just glad you found a buyer willing to take the place as-is.”

  “You and me both.”

  “They’re really accepting all the debt attached to the estate?”

  “Well, not all of it,” I said. “But most. Enough of it to make me hop up and down with excitement.”

  Daniel tilted his head. “Exactly how much are they accepting, and how much are you paying out of pocket?”

  “Why are y’all so interested?” I snapped. I was sick of talking about the details. “It’s my business, and it’s happening tomorrow. That’s all you need to know. Now, I see your spoon and raise you two knives…”

  We played for a while in silence. My outburst had put them into a somber mood. I wondered if it was because our arrangement here was close to ending. If they were getting too attached.

  “I’ve been thinking…” I said. “About which one of you is the best kisser.”

  That got their attention. Chase perked up and said, “Oh? Oh yeah?” Landon was a cool customer behind his cards, but I saw him lean back casually to wait to see what I said.

  “Yeah,” I said, putting two cards down and receiving two from the deck. I focused intently on my cards while the three brothers stared so hard I thought their eyes would get stuck.

  “Well?” Landon said, showing his hand. Two pair.

  The others folded. I put down my three Jacks and grinned as I took the pot.

  “I’ve decided,” I said slowly, “that I’m undecided.”

  The brothers groaned around the table. “You’re a tease,” Chase said.

  “I don’t know about you two, but I’m confident in my kissing prowess,” Landon said casually.

  “Are you?” I teased. I grinned as he flinched at the words.

  “How about we play for it?” Chase gestured at the deck. “Whoever beats your next hand gets another chance to kiss you.”

  “In front of everyone?” Daniel said.

  “Why not? Unless you wither under pressure…”

  “Let’s do it,” Landon said, suddenly intensely focused on dealing the cards.

  My hand was garbage, but I wasn’t unhappy about it. I kept an Ace and drew four new cards, two of which were Fours.

  “Show me what you’ve got, boys,” I said in my most exaggerated seductive voice.

  Chase sighed: he had a King high. Daniel had a pair of Tens. Landon kept his face blank as he showed his five cards: all clubs, a Flush.

  “I’ve only got a pair of Fours,” I said, showing my hand. “Landon and Daniel win.”

  “So we both get to kiss ya?” Daniel asked.

  “You can go first,” Landon said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. “I’m in no rush.”

  Before Daniel could move, I rose from my chair and rounded the table slowly, drawing out the moment and strutting my stuff. Daniel watched with wide eyes as I swung a leg over his chair and sat on his lap facing him.

  I tilted back his cowboy hat and took his head in both my hands, feeling his hard jawline underneath my fingers. I stared deep into his eyes. He was so handsome when he looked surprised, his dark eyebrows climbing up his forehead. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to throw myself into him without hesitation.

  Slowly, I moved my face toward his until our lips touched, connecting like magnets with passionate power. I tilted my head sideways and parted his lips with my tongue, groaning as it mingled wetly with his.

  I gasped as I pulled away. His cock was hard and hot underneath me, and as I climbed off his lap I let my hand drag across his jeans playfully.

  “That doesn’t seem like a fair test,” Landon said casually. “Seems like you were kissing him more than him kissing you.”

  “If you want to concede before even putting up a fight…”

  “Not a chance,” he growled. He was on his feet before I could blink, pushing me hard against the wall. The surprise made his lips taste so much sweeter, and I found myself pressing my chest against his as he held me against the wall. Landon’s kiss was harder, and faster, like we were halfway to bed already with our clothes off. It went on for 10 seconds, or maybe 100, I couldn’t be sure because time held no meaning while I was trapped underneath his hard, muscular body.

  By the time it en
ded I was blushing, my chest heaving against him. His cowboy hat had fallen off during the kiss, revealing his dark curls. His dark eyes sparkled as he smiled confidently.

  He turned away. “Better luck next time, brother.”

  “She didn’t say your kiss was better,” Daniel protested, but I was too flustered to respond.

  Chase still sat at the table, muscular arms crossed over his chest and pouting like a child. I put Landon’s kiss—his wonderful kiss—out of my mind and faced the youngest brother.

  “You look like the kid who missed the ice cream truck.”

  “Whatever,” he said. “I lost the hand.”

  I was feeling frisky. The other two kisses left me wanting more. Much more.

  I sat on the edge of the table next to Chase. “Let’s play another. No drawing. Best hand wins.” I dealt five cards face-up to the both of us. He had two pair: Jacks and Fives. I had three Sevens.

  “I can’t win at anything,” he groaned.

  I picked up one of my Sevens and tossed it over my shoulder. “I dunno. Looks to me like your two-pair wins.”

  He grinned up at me with those crystal blue eyes as he rose, leaning toward me until I was falling back on the table. He pushed in between my legs and planted both hands on the table on either side of me, covering me with his body as he kissed my neck.

  “Ohh,” I said in surprise as he sucked on my collarbone.

  “Hey, not fair!” Daniel protested.

  “She didn’t say where the kiss had to be,” Chase murmured into my skin, a wonderful deep vibration that had me pushing my sex against his body. “Nobody made any rules.”

  “Is there a time limit to this kiss?” Landon asked.

  “I’ll allow it,” I said, biting my lip as Chase’s hand ran up my thigh.

  “I’m heading to bed,” Daniel said. “I know defeat when I see it.”

  “You don’t have to go,” I said. But Daniel was staggering away, drunk.

  Landon, however, remained.

  There were two of them.

  I’ve never done this before, I thought as Chase’s hand ran up my thigh, gripping on the outside of my ass. I hadn’t done anything yet.

  But God, did I want to.

  As Landon eyed me hungrily, I decided to let go of my inhibitions. You only lived once, and soon I would never see these guys again.

  Fuck it.

  38

  Landon

  We were all in a weird mood that night. Maybe it was the champagne. Or Cindy’s surprising news. But for whatever reason, our plan didn’t seem to matter anymore. It was out the window.

  And with it went our inhibitions.

  As soon as Chase finished kissing—if you could call it just kissing—Cindy, I rose from my chair. Chase grinned his little brother grin at me.

  “Looks like I win.”

  “Maybe the first round, but I want another go,” I said.

  Cindy arched an eyebrow. “Who says you get a second chance?”

  I took Chase’s spot and grabbed her waist, dragging her back to the edge of the table. I grabbed a tangle of her hair and squeezed hard, pulling her lips to mine and kissing her roughly. For a split second I wondered if it was the kind of thing she would like, or if it was too much.

  The way she melted into my lips gave me my answer.

  I ran my other hand down her thigh, rubbing her pussy through her jeans without hesitation. Her shock turned to pleasure and she forced her tongue into my mouth, rolling it up and down hungrily. The faster she moved her tongue, the faster I rubbed my hand.

  “Now that’s definitely breaking the rules,” Chase muttered.

  Cindy broke away long enough to say, “You said it yourself: there are no rules.”

  Now her hand found my hardness at the front of my jeans, fingers curling around the imprint of my cock. She ran her fingernails along the shaft, a feeling so amazing I practically blew my load right there.

  She looked up at me. “Do you want there to be any rules?”

  “Fuck no I don’t,” I growled.

  She began unbuttoning her jeans, so I did the same. I couldn’t get the fucking belt off fast enough, dropping my jeans to the floor. I had no idea where this was going but I knew that I wanted it, wanted her.

  Chase began drifting away until Cindy turned and said, “Don’t go. Stay.”

  “Alright,” he said cautiously.

  “Come,” she said, curling a finger at him.

  She grabbed my exposed cock with her hand, a tight grip like she meant business. With a long tug she stroked me, pulling the skin tight across my meat and then back again.

  “New contest,” she purred. “Who can be roughest with me.”

  She spread her legs on the table as if to remind me of my own job. I rubbed my fingers up and down her already soaked pussy, then slid my pointer finger inside, then joined my middle finger. Slowly I moved them in and out, coating my fingers with her juices while she stroked me off.

  Before I could get going, she put a foot on my chest and shoved me away. “The contest is who can be the roughest.” She swung her eyes to Chase. “Think you can do better, cowboy?”

  He shoved in between her legs and jammed his fingers into her pussy. She gasped, and her chest swelled.

  “How’s that?” he asked, his hand pistoning in and out.

  She kissed him in answer, scratching her nails along his back. When she tried to reach for his pants he slapped her hand away.

  “Don’t distract me,” he said with a grin.

  I watched with mild jealousy as Cindy was finger-fucked by Chase. I’d never been into voyeurism, but holy shit was it hot. Like watching porn, but in person. Teasing what I couldn’t have yet. I moved my hand down to my cock, stroking gently. Just enough to keep me hard.

  Biding my time.

  Chase moved his lips to her neck and she tilted back her head, moaning louder and louder. Then she looked over at me and winked, inviting me back in.

  She wanted rough? I could show her rough.

  I came at Cindy from the side, pulling her down along the corner of the table until her head tilted upside-down off the edge, while leaving her legs dangling around Chase on the other side. And while her head hung upside-down, I leaned forward and guided my cock into her mouth.

  She moaned around it and immediately grabbed my thighs, squeezing me forward, giving me permission. I thrust forward, feeling my shaft go deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Before she could gag I pulled back, leaving just the tip inside. Her tongue swirled around it, driving me wild.

  “I think you’re winning,” Chase said, still going to town on her other end.

  I pawed at her breasts and then, deciding they were covered up too much, unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open. I yanked her bra up to her neck, and her full breasts rolled into view. I took a nipple in between my fingers and twisted slightly, just enough to make her groan around my cock.

  “You like that?” I said, shoving it back down her throat.

  She responded by moving her hand between her legs to rub her clit, but Chase was having none of that. “We’re the ones doing the work here,” he said, batting her hand aside and planting his on the flat of her stomach, letting his thumb rub against her clit.

  Back and forth we went, having our way with both her ends. She tightened her lips around my shaft, making each stroke feel amazing. Eventually her hands found their way up to my ass, giving me a meaty squeeze while urging me to fuck her face faster.

  Her moans grew louder, a sensual vibration around my cock. As I held a handful of her breast in my palm I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer—and she seemed to know it too.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gunna come,” I said as a warning.

  Rather than push me off she held me to her face, guiding my thrusts faster and faster. She took more of me each time until I was deep throating her to the point that my balls hit her face with each stroke.

  “Oh God, oh my God,” I groaned as I felt the tingl
ing sensation run up my privates. I let one final roar out as I began to come, and she held my cock in her mouth as deep as it would go, lips tight around the base of my shaft. Rope after rope I unloaded into her as she arched her back and accepted every drop, her gorgeous body practically yearning for it.

  And my climax spilled over into hers; her body undulated on the table, bucking like a bronco as Chase pistoned his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit like he was trying to start a fire. She screamed and screamed, but her sounds were muffled by my still-hard cock in her mouth.

  Finally I pulled away, bending down to take her head in my hands while her eyes widened from the last bursts of her orgasm. She’d swallowed every drop, so I leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly, which pulled a final sigh from her lungs.

  “How’s that for rough?” I asked.

  “Uh huh,” was all she could say.

  I ran my hands over her body, a long smooth caress, while she recovered. She finally sat up on the table, swinging her legs around and crossing one over the other modestly. She gave a playful toss of her head, sending her blond hair flopping to one side.

  “Do you like it rough too?” she asked me.

  I grinned a stupid, post-sex grin. “Did it seem like I did?”

  “That’s not what I meant.” She hopped off the table and put her hands on my shoulders, pulling me down to my knees, then pushing me onto my back.

  And then she stood with her feet on either side of my head and squatted down, sitting on my face.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as her pussy lips spread over my nose and mouth. She was insanely wet, her juices coating me instantly while I inhaled her wonderful womanly scent. She ground her snatch up and down my face, smothering me in it while giving me a view of her perfectly round ass.

  I was hard again like someone had pressed the fucking button.

  “Your turn,” I heard her say. I couldn’t see anything, but Chase’s footsteps came closer and I heard the sound of a metal belt buckle, then a zipper. Then the unmistakable sound of someone moaning with a mouthful.

  “Goddamn, your mouth feels good,” he said.