Arrow stepped out of the shadows and meowed at her as if to ask where the heck she’d been. His food and water dishes were empty. “I’m sorry.” She worked quickly to fill both bowls and the cat dove into the food with great zeal. From his reaction, you’d swear the cat hadn’t eaten for a week instead of a day. And Sam knew darn well the cat caught the occasional mouse to feast on.
The minute she was finished the chore, the first sob broke from her lips. Sam stumbled toward a bale of hay in the corner. Before she got there, strong arms closed around her, protective and sheltering. Arrow hissed his displeasure at the intrusion and darted away. The cat didn’t like strangers and would probably stay away as long as Jace and Darian were around.
Sam burst into tears. As appalled as she was by her emotional outburst, she couldn’t stop it. Now that the dam had burst open, there was no way to close it.
“Everything will be all right, Sam.” Jace held her in his arms as he walked toward several bales of hay and sat, settling her on his lap. Darian lowered himself onto the bale beside them and Jace could feel and see his brother’s concern.
Was there anything that could make a man feel more helpless than a woman’s pain and tears? If there was, he hoped never to find out. Jace ached for Sam, for everything she’d been through and every trial she had yet to face in her life.
From what Tim had told them and what little Sam had shared, he knew her life hadn’t been an easy one. All her family was gone and she was alone. Jace wanted to roar at the heavens, demanding they return her loved ones to her. But that was impossible.
It was probably the reason the tapestry had brought her to Javara in the first place. She was a woman alone, a woman who could make a life in their world.
But she was still too deeply attached to her family and the land they owned. Jace couldn’t fault her for that. All he wanted was to return home. But he wanted her to go with them.
For the first time, he truly understood how unfair the tapestry was to the women it brought to Javara. His entire life, all he’d thought about were the benefits of having a tapestry bride—a woman to love, children, family and a future. He’d never truly understood the magnitude of what each woman had to give up when they stayed.
Like any world, this one had its problems. Sam’s brother had been killed in a war and the land seemed harsh and unforgiving. But Sam had neighbors who cared and people who loved her. She had land and a family legacy.
Asking her to give this all up and step into the unknown with him and Darian was too much.
“Shh.” He rocked her like he would a child, but the woman in his arms was no child and his senses stirred. The warmth of her skin enticed him even as her tears wet his bare chest. He wanted to keep her safe in his arms and he wanted to strip her naked and fuck her. The polar emotions had him on edge.
“Sam, you’re home and you’re safe.” Jace didn’t know what to say to get her to stop crying. He kissed the top of her head before tilting her back slightly so he could see her face. Her cheeks were blotchy, her eyes red.
He dropped a kiss on her forehead, her nose and both cheekbones. She sniffed and he could see her trying to pull herself back together. He rubbed his thumb over her cheek, swiping at the tears rolling down her face.
When she tried to smile at him, Jace lost it. He kissed her. There was no stopping him. He slammed his mouth down on hers, plunged his tongue past her parted lips and took what belonged to him.
Sam gasped, but didn’t push him away. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him as though she’d never let him go.
He had to say something to her before this went any further. She had to know how he felt.
Jace tore his mouth away from hers, not wanting to release her sweet and salty lips. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to bring the tapestry back to Javara and send you away.” He thought he’d mastered his temper years ago, but obviously he hadn’t succeeded as well as he’d hoped. Sam was able to prick his temper where others could not.
“I know.” She rested her hand on the side of his face, the one with the scar. Not that Sam seemed to even notice the mark. He placed his hand over hers, holding it against his skin for a brief moment before turning it so he could kiss her palm.
“What are we going to do?” Emotional anguish spilled from her as she asked the question to which he had no answers. Another tear trickled down the side of her face.
Tim’s suggestions were still echoing in his head. Sam could still return with them to Javara. Jace hadn’t even entertained such a possibility, but Tim was right. Sam could change her mind and leave her world behind.
Tim’s other suggestions left Jace reeling. Either he or his brother or both of them could stay here with her. Jace immediately dismissed the idea of both of them staying. What would happen to their mother? All their people? Hunter Keep?
Maybe Darian could stay here with Sam? He was more easygoing, more able to adapt than Jace was. But how would he live without his brother? They’d been inseparable since they were boys. Jace could still remember the day Darian was born, even though he was only three years old. He’d always felt responsible for his younger brother.
“I don’t know what we will do, Sam.” Jace lifted her until she was facing him, straddling his lap. “But I know what I want to do at this moment.” He tugged her shirt from the waistband of her pants and slid his hands beneath.
He loved the feel of her soft skin against his rough, calloused palms. Jace didn’t want to face the possibility of losing Sam, of never being able to touch her again. He needed to love her, to show in the only way he could how sorry he was for the words he’d spoken in anger.
Jace pushed the shirt up and over her head. Her breasts were encased in a lacy covering that was the same color as fresh ripe berries. It was such a contrast to her plain, utilitarian shirt it made him smile. That was Sam—tough and hardworking on the outside, but soft and womanly on the inside.
His cock was swollen and uncomfortably pressed against the inside of his pants, but he ignored it. He rubbed his thumbs over the hard nubs pressing against the delicate material. Her nipples were swollen, ripe and sweet, and he needed to taste them.
He pulled the material aside and closed his lips around one puckered bud. Sam gasped and tilted her head back.
Darian moved, as though unable to resist any longer. Truthfully, Jace had no idea how he’d held out this long. Darian thrust his fingers into Sam’s loosely braided hair, tilted her head back, swooped down and took her lips in a torrid kiss.
Jace felt the tightening of Sam’s body, the hard jerk followed by the slow melting as she kissed Darian back. He sucked on her nipple before teasing it with his tongue. She squirmed against him, her mound pushing against his swollen shaft.
He growled and tugged at the straps of the garment, pulling it down her arms. Darian helped him free her breasts and rid her of the bothersome piece of clothing. Naked from the waist up, her thick braid of hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire, Jace wanted her and he wanted her now.
Jace started to lift her off his lap. Darian helped by quickly wrapping his arms around her and picking her up, taking her weight from his lap. Jace bent down and pulled off her shoes. His fingers hovered over the fastener of her pants. “Sam?” He didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want. It would kill him to have to stop, but he would if this wasn’t what she wanted.
She shoved his hands aside and his stomach sank. Before he could sink into despair, her clever fingers had her pants open and were shoving them down her thighs.
Desire roared through Jace like a runaway stallion. He wanted Sam. Had to have her. He wanted her to ride him while she faced him, wanted to see her face when he took her.
Her underwear was the color of ripe berries too, lacy and feminine. Another time, he might enjoy seeing her wearing nothing but them, but not now. His cock was ready to explode and he ripped open the front placket of his pants, needing to give the poor abused part some r
elief. His shaft popped free from its confinement, hard and ready.
Sam shimmied out of her clothing and reached for his cock. Jace caught her wrist and shook his head. “I’m too close.” He wanted her to understand just how much he wanted her, how she affected him.
Jace shoved his pants around his hips and sat back, leaning against the wooden wall behind him. “Come here.” He held his arms wide open. “Ride me.”
Sam glanced at Darian who smiled and nodded. She licked her lips and, for a second, Jace thought it was all over for him. He could practically feel those lush lips and that hot tongue against his pulsing erection. As much as he wanted that, he needed to be inside her, to feel the hot clasp of her pussy pulsating around his cock.
Home.
Sam was beginning to feel like home to him, a safe place where he could lay down his burdens and simply be a man.
She crawled up onto the bale of hay and settled over his lap. Jace gripped her hips and guided her opening to the tip of his cock. “I can’t wait,” he warned. He knew they should take her inside and spend hours teasing her, bringing her to orgasm again and again. Should show her how good it could be with them.
Not take her quick and rough in a barn.
Jace hesitated, his hands tightening around her waist. Then she lowered herself and he was lost. Her body resisted slightly as the flared head of his cock tunneled inward. She made a low sound of pleasure before sitting down hard. The walls of her slick channel rippled around his shaft before softening and expanding enough to take him in.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck. Breathing was becoming more difficult by the second, but he didn’t care. He had Sam in his arms. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter Twelve
Sam knew this probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she was past caring. The clock was ticking and time was running out for the three of them. Half her time with Jace and Darian was over and soon decisions would have to be made.
Both brothers were extremely strong, but unlike some men, they were very aware of their strength and tempered it when dealing with her. It was a huge turn-on to have two physically powerful men touch her so gently. It was an even bigger rush when they forgot themselves and got a bit rougher in their lovemaking.
She clung to Jace’s shoulders, enjoying the way the muscles bunched and rippled beneath her fingers. His breath was hot on her neck, and his fingers squeezed her waist as he pushed his cock deeper. Her pussy rippled around him, wet and eager.
God, she was so ready. All either man had to do was look at her and her panties got damp.
“Jace.” His name broke from her lips as he pulled her down, seating his cock to the hilt. He filled her completely, his shaft pressing tight against the delicate walls of her slick channel. He pulsed deep inside her, like a heartbeat racing out of control.
Sam gasped for breath, her body poised on the edge of an explosion.
The air behind her stirred and then Darian was touching her. He eased behind her and palmed her breasts. She moaned, low and long. She loved having four hands on her, touching her, bringing her pleasure.
“So beautiful. So responsive.” Darian rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. “Sweet too.” He held her breasts and offered them to Jace. “Taste her, brother.”
A low rumbling sound came from deep in Jace’s chest, a mix between a growl and a purring sound. He leaned forward and captured a nipple and sucked hard. Sam leaned back, her head and spine pressing against Darian’s chest as Jace tongued her nipple.
“Do you know what I’m going to do after Jace finishes fucking you?” Darian asked.
Sam shook her head, unable to speak a coherent word.
Darian leaned down and nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I’m going to take you standing up with your back against the wall.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I’m going to drive into you again and again and again until you scream my name and your pussy squeezes my cock.” His tongue twirled around the delicate whorls of her ear, making her shiver. “Would you like that, Sam?”
Would she like it? She was on the verge of coming simply thinking about it. Then Jace gently pulled on her pert nipple with his teeth and she gasped, her entire body tightening around him.
Jace left a trail of hot kisses on the slope of her breast, over her collarbone and up her neck. He nipped at her jawline before capturing her mouth.
Sam tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled Jace closer. Darian was still behind her, his hands back teasing her breasts. She was completely surrounded by the Hunter brothers, a situation she was quickly becoming addicted to.
Jace’s tongue dueled with hers, advancing and retreating, leaving her wanting more. She started to move, rising slightly before lowering herself over his hot, hard cock. He groaned in her mouth and his hands cupped her ass, helping her to move over him.
With each advance and retreat, his shaft rubbed and bumped against all the sensitive spots in her pussy. Sam writhed and squirmed, needing him harder, faster.
Jace suddenly moved, lifting her while he was still inside her. His long, powerful arms curled around her back and held her shoulders as he knelt on the bales of hay with her beneath him. His arms protected her from the worst scratches of the hay, but she could feel the rough grass beneath her. She didn’t care. Sam locked her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his lean hips and held on.
Jace’s hips hammered into her, his hold keeping her steady. He powered in and out of her pussy and the heat inside her rose to a boiling point before spilling over. She tore her lips from his and called out his name as her orgasm ripped through her. Jace’s thrusts got even faster and deeper. Suddenly his entire body went rigid and hot liquid flooded her core. Jace didn’t stop, his hips bucking against her until she came again, pushed over the edge once more by the power of his passion.
Her hands fell away from his shoulders and she collapsed. Jace’s arms were still around her, but she could still feel the occasional stray piece of hay digging into her skin. She moved slightly, trying to find a better spot to rest on, but the movement had them both moaning again when his cock flexed deep inside her.
Jace slowly sat up and she stared into his masculine face, his eyes were half closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. He kissed her cheek, her nose and lips, the caress so soft she melted against him.
“My turn.”
Sam turned her head to find Darian watching them. He’d opened his pants while she and Jace were fucking and was stroking his thick cock. The head was red and damp and while she watched a bead of pre-come seeped from the tip. She licked her lips.
Darian laughed and walked forward until his cock was only inches from her lips. “Want to taste?”
Sam reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, which pulsed wildly beneath her fingers as blood pumped through the engorged organ. His cock head was plum-shaped and broad. She leaned down and licked the crown, her tongue finding the ridge that encircled it.
Darian groaned as he pulled her closer, pushing his erection farther into her mouth. Sam tasted him on her tongue—spicy and salty, wholly masculine. She swallowed, felt his cock jerk and knew he liked that.
Inside her, Jace stirred to life, his cock filling her again. Sam moaned, the vibration going straight to Darian’s shaft. He pulled her away and she reluctantly released him.
“I need you. Now.” His pale-blue eyes seemed darker. Darian’s usually laid-back personality gone, replaced by an intensity that reminded her more of his brother.
Sam nodded, knowing Jace would not object. She was coming to trust, to believe the Hunter brothers when they said they could share her, that there would be no jealousy between them.
She wanted them both. God help her, she was falling in love with them both.
Darian lifted her off Jace and she cried out at the separation. Jace’s cock was wet with her juices and his, his shaft erect once again. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled.
She wasn’t empt
y for long. Darian pressed her spine against the smooth post near the wall and pushed into her. He gripped her upper thighs and she wrapped her strong legs around his flanks. She gasped as her sensitized inner core stretched to accommodate him. Gripping his hair, she rode out the sensations pummeling her from all angles.
Her skin was alive, all the nerve endings exposed. She felt the hard beam at her spine, the warm air buffeting her skin, the hard thrust of his cock as he forged his way inside her and his rough hands on her thighs, holding her steady. He leaned inward and her puckered nipples rubbed against his hard chest, sending rivers of desire flooding through her.
“Take me,” he commanded. “All of me.”
Sam forced herself to relax at the same time Darian thrust. His shaft slid all the way home and they both breathed a sigh of relief. But that relief didn’t last long. Darian withdrew and just as slowly pushed back into her. She turned her head to one side. Jace was watching them, his large hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping up and down, keeping time with Darian as he fucked her.
“Look at me.” She turned back to Darian. His jaw was clenched and a muscle pulsed beneath one eye. “No one will ever want you more than I will, than we will.” His hips moved faster, picking up speed with each inward stroke.
Sam didn’t want to think about tomorrow or even two hours from now. All she wanted was to forget her worries and lose herself in the moment. Darian was inside her and Jace was watching them. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist before, but she loved knowing Jace was watching his brother fuck her just as Darian had watched when Jace had taken her.
Darian’s movements grew more frantic, almost rough. Sparks seemed to explode inside her and Sam felt herself coming. Her entire body clenched around Darian, her thighs squeezing around his flanks, her arms around his neck and her pussy around his cock.
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