“To a fault?” she asked, feeling insulted.
“I do believe Hal and I found you in the attic at the source of the fire where you could have gotten seriously hurt,” Billy stated.
“Oh, and in my office with a gun to your head, you decided that you needed to take matters into your own hands when you disarmed the gunman holding you hostage because of your lack of patience with my handling of the situation,” Jake said with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Hey, that guy was molesting me in front of you and all those deputies. A woman has to have her limitations.”
“You could have gotten hurt,” he replied.
“It was a chance I was willing to take, Jake.”
“Well this type of relationship isn’t exactly like staring down a barrel of a gun, sweetheart, but it does involve a commitment, total honesty and exclusivity,” Hal told her.
If only they knew about the barrel of a gun and how true that was.
“Tell me why you want this.”
“My brothers and I are close. The only time we were apart was during our time serving our country. We weren’t stationed together but it didn’t lessen our connection and bond,” Jake told her.
“It’s like we felt whole and complete, but also secure with our brothers. We’re a team, and the trust we have is deeper and more genuine than with anyone else,” Hal added.
Billy caressed his palm under her tank top and over her belly.
“Our friends shared their experiences with us, and their fears as well. We’ve seen some heavy shit in the service, on the force, and in the fire department. Things that could trigger some past experiences or make us react in a way we might need our brothers in support for. We realized pretty quickly that we all want a woman, a wife, someone to share and start a family with. We’ve seen other successful ménage relationships, and we know they are real and concrete. We want that, too.”
“But what about jealousy? What about growing bored of the same woman or wanting or needing her at the same time but maybe she’s not able to provide for more than one man simultaneously?” Michaela asked. Her head was beginning to hurt from thinking about all the things that could go wrong.
“You could handle it. We’ve never felt this close, this attracted to a woman, at the same time like we do with you,” Hal stated.
Billy kissed along her neck and then moved his hand up and cupped her breast.
He blew warm breath against her ear, making her shiver.
“Right now, how do you feel, Michaela?” Jake asked.
She locked gazes with him as Billy continued to massage her breast. She could see the hunger in Jake’s eyes, and she knew if she turned to look at Hal, his eyes would reveal the same thing.
Billy ran the palm of his other hand along her inner thigh and up to the V between her legs. She shivered again, but wiggled her ass, feeling Billy’s cock grow harder and thicker under her ass and back.
“How do you feel?” Hal asked her, getting down off the chair and kneeling on the floor next to the chair she and Billy were in.
“Nervous.”
“No, not nervous, but aroused, excited, curious, and comfortable,” Jake whispered.
“Comfortable?” she asked but then closed her eyes and moaned as Billy pinched her nipple under her shirt and bra while he rubbed his other palm up and down the V between her thighs.
“Three men are with you right now. Hal and I are watching our brother, Billy, bringing you pleasure, and we want so badly to join in and make you moan from our touches, too. But we’re trying to go slow. We want you to feel safe, comfortable, and accepting to each of our touches,” Jake said.
Hal reached over and cupped her chin. “How turned on are you right now, knowing that we’re watching our brother massage your breast and pinch your nipple all while he rubs that sweet little cunt?”
“Oh God.” She moaned and felt the tiny spasms of cream release from her pussy.
“That’s right. You know this is real. This isn’t a game, a fetish, a one-time thing,” Hal added.
Hal leaned forward and licked the seam of her lips before plunging his tongue into her mouth. She immediately grabbed onto his head and kissed him back.
She felt Jake move between her legs and undo the zipper on her shorts as she struggled with allowing them this intimacy and seeing where it led, or stopping them.
When she felt Jake’s lips softly press against her thighs, she moaned into Hal’s mouth. Jake made good use of his fingers by pulling off her shorts.
“That’s it, Michaela. Feel the three of us touching you. Embrace the sensations. Feel comfortable and safe with us,” Billy whispered against her bare shoulder. As soon as she felt the difference in temperature with her shorts off and then Jake’s kisses moving between her inner thighs, she started to feel overwhelmed.
Billy cupped her other breast as he pinched one nipple. Hal stroked his tongue deeper into her mouth as he held a fistful of her hair so dominantly and controlling it awoke some primal need inside of her. Feeling the three amazing men attack her in such a primal way, and that was exactly what it was, an attack. On her heart, her body, her flesh, and her soul. She never felt such deep emotions from touches, and kisses alone. This was an intimacy she knew nothing about. It was a case of emotional overload as she fought between giving in to the sensations or running for her life. It was easier to not feel anything, and have a hollow heart, than to feel like this. She felt desirable, she was safe and sexy, and she felt on the verge of losing herself.
Jake pushed aside her panties and stroked his thumbs along her pussy lips.
“Oh,” she moaned as she pulled from Hal’s mouth.
“Easy, darling. Nice and easy, just relax.”
“I can’t. I’ve never. Oh God, I can’t.” She moaned as Jake thrust a finger up into her cunt and her body exploded.
* * * *
Michaela shot up off of Billy’s lap and nearly stumbled. Jake was there to steady her by her hips, and she looked so fucking incredible and sexy, Billy reached for her.
“Oh God, Michaela, you should see what you look like,” Billy whispered.
She was panting, and trying to step back into her shorts. Her breasts were pouring from the cups of her bra, her thong panties hung revealing a smooth pink mound that made his lips water. But then he spotted the shadow on her chest. The one above her breast on the left side.
He pulled her to him.
“What is this?” He pressed the strap lower and stared at the scar. “A gunshot wound?” His eyes must have appeared as if they were popping out of his head.
Then he heard Hal. “You were shot?”
She pulled away, fixed the strap of her bra and the tank top, and then rezipped her shorts.
“Please go. Please leave,” she stated, turning around and holding herself.
“Absolutely not,” Jake said in that determined, bossy tone of his as he lifted Michaela up into his arms and carried her into the house. Billy looked at Hal.
“She was shot. That is definitely a gunshot wound,” Billy said as he stood up.
“I’m getting a bad feeling here, bro. I’m thinking some crazy shit.”
“We’ll find out the truth. We know how to handle things this time, Hal. Trust is earned, and if we’re going to continue a relationship with Michaela, our lust, our desire to make love to her can’t outweigh the greater need of trust. We know all too well how badly betrayal hurts. Let’s go.”
* * * *
“Put me down, Jake.”
“I will. In your bed.”
“No, Jake. I’m not having sex with the three of you.”
“Not tonight, but you will be ours. I can guarantee it.”
“Oh yeah, how? What are you going to do, force me?” she asked, and he lowered her onto the bed.
“Of course not. But you see, darling, I got this little thing called gut instinct. I’m a law enforcement officer. It means I have a great sense about people.” His brothers walked in and they st
ood behind him.
“And what are your instincts telling you?” she asked him, half not wanting to have this conversation. She was already in emotional overload. Despite the fear of telling them the truth and her story, she was still aroused, her pussy was still wet, and now all three large men were practically suffocating the last ounce of her resolve by taking up every inch of space in her bedroom. They were too sexy, too filled with muscles, attitude, and sex appeal to turn away and deny. They were a lethal force, and she was weak to their spell of appeal.
“You like to keep to yourself. You don’t share any personal information about yourself. You panicked over the release of the video from the department to the Internet, and you immediately made a phone call after I told you about the video. You have a scar that indicates you were shot, and by the looks of it, within the last year. The way you talked about the house looking abandoned and unloved made me feel like you were talking about yourself, and your need to be loved and cared for. You think you’re all alone, and maybe you have been, but that’s going to change.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head in denial. How could he be so perceptive?
She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees.
“I think you should go. I’m tired. I need a shower, and my head hurts.”
He reached out and caressed her hair. Was it supposed to be fatherly, or like a caregiver’s caress to the emotionally distraught child? She knew that wasn’t the case, but her defense mechanisms went up so easily, and she wanted to resist the effects Jake’s caress alone provided at the moment.
“It’s going to be okay. I can spare a bit more patience for you.”
She lifted her head up and stared at him and then his brothers then back to him again.
“I don’t need a father figure, never mind three in my life,” she snapped. When she went to get up, he gripped her tank top and pressed his hand over her waist, causing her to fall to her back and against the pillow.
He leaned over her, and looking into his blue eyes, all she could think about were his lips against hers, his fingers stroking her needy, inexperienced cunt, and getting lost in his embrace as well as in Billy’s and Hal’s. They totally changed her outlook on ménage, and all it had to offer a lost soul like herself.
“Baby, the last thing I intend to do is come off as fatherly. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re all exhausted and I know that you need time, I would have had you stripped naked by now and my cock deep inside you.”
She parted her lips, nearly moaning from his words. He stroked his finger along her lips and jaw as he held her gaze.
“Trust is earned. We’re going to start working on that. All of us, immediately.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, and on instinct, or just her own emotional and physical reaction, she hugged him to her.
“I need time. Please, Jake. I just need time.”
Chapter 5
Jake pulled the sheriff’s truck into Michaela’s driveway. Between his schedule and his brothers’, they had been stopping by to spend time with her and to make her feel more comfortable. After speaking with Hal and Billy, both men were concerned over Michaela’s experiences, and her possible inability to open up her heart to them. It seemed to him that Michaela hadn’t received the love she should have had as a child and young adult.
In an attempt to save a part of the family, she went to see her sister and wound up in a heap of trouble. She didn’t even talk about the fact that she saw her sister get shot and killed. She didn’t even get into the lengthy recovery process from her own injury either. She had been sacrificing herself for everyone else for far too long. She needed them as much as they needed her.
He closed the door, and started heading up the walkway when he heard Ike say hello. He waved to him and then headed inside.
Michaela was probably working in the kitchen. After finishing the living room, hallway, and attic, her next job was the kitchen.
He could hear the hammering, and also the soft music coming from that direction.
He called out to her.
“Michaela, it’s Jake.”
“Come on in,” she called to him as she came into sight.
It was too difficult to hide his laugh at the sight of her. She was drenched. A quick glance to where the sink remained and he saw the culprit.
“What happened?”
“Go ahead, laugh. I know you want to.” She wrung out her T-shirt. He could see her hot pink bra through the wet light pink top. As she carried on about the plumbing in the rotted washer between the pipes and the amount of water that sprayed the place, he just stared at her in awe. She was so damn sexy when she was fired up.
“You should just take off the top. It’s see-through now anyway,” he teased.
She scrunched her eyebrows at him and began to exit the room, but he grabbed her wrist, lifted her up by her hips, and placed her on the one remaining counter.
Taking position between her legs, he cupped her cheeks and hair and stared at her.
“Calm down, I was just teasing you. You look sexy, baby. Absolutely sexy. Even with your temper flared.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m mad, Jake.”
He smiled. “Obviously.” He pressed closer and then leaned down and kissed her deeply. When he felt the cold water against his dry uniform shirt he released her lips.
“I brought over some lunch, but if you need help changing your clothes, I could have you as an appetizer.” He nipped at her earlobe, and she swatted his arm.
“Jake, you’re on duty.”
“I’m on lunch. I could eat you right up.” He licked along her neck and nibbled her skin, loving the taste of her sweet skin.
“I’m going to get you all wet. How are you going to explain that at work?” she asked, running her palms up and down his chest.
“I’m the sheriff. I don’t need to explain shit. Besides, everyone knows where I am. Remember, my brothers and I are making it known that you’re ours.”
She widened her eyes and he kissed her again. This time she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
When he slowly released her lips, she looked so relaxed and calm.
“I need to change.”
He pulled her up into his arms and squeezed her ass. “I’ll help you.”
He started carrying her toward the stairs when she started laughing. “You don’t have time for that. What’s in the bag you brought over?”
“I definitely have time for that, and lunch is in the bag. But you only get it if you’re a good girl and let me have a little taste of you.”
She gave his arm a smack again, just as they entered her bedroom. Slowly he lowered her feet to the rug and then reached for the hem of her shirt.
She grabbed his hands. “Jake?”
“Easy now, sugar. Just a little taste, and then we’ll go downstairs and have some lunch. Arms up,” he told her, and she pulled that lip of hers between her teeth as she slowly raised her arms up. Sure enough, the prettiest dark pink bra he’d ever seen encased her breasts. The tightness of the bra caused a deep cleavage and he reached up and trailed a finger down the center of the mounds.
“This is a really pretty color on you.”
“You think so?” she asked, staring up at him, holding his gaze.
“Better than a plain old white one, I think.” He pressed his fingers into the cup and maneuvered her breast from confinement.
Michaela gasped.
“You’re so damn sexy.”
“I like different color bras, and even panties.”
“Panties, too? That’s a shame.” He used his other hand to undo her shorts and press them down her thighs.
“Why?” She asked him.
“Because you won’t be needing panties around my brothers and me.”
He gently released her breast and pressed her toward the bed. She fell back and landed on her forearms and elbows as he knelt onto the floor in front of her.
/> “Let me pleasure you,” he said, caressing his palms up her thighs as he reached for the matching pink panties. He pulled them down and Michaela moaned. Her thighs were shaking, and she looked so scared, yet aroused.
He wrapped his hand gently around one ankle as he held her gaze. It turned him on to be able to wrap his large hand around her ankle just so. One look at Michaela, and it seemed to be having the same effect on her.
“Open for me. Offer me your pretty, wet pussy,” he told her as he held her gaze and tapped his thumb against her pussy lips.
“Oh, Jake, you’re too much. You’re wild.”
He shook his head. “You do it to me. I want you so badly. Let me have this at least.” He pressed his thumb firmer against her clit and she moaned.
“Yes,” she whispered and parted her thighs.
Jake maneuvered a finger between her pussy lips and then thrust one finger up into her pussy. “Raise your feet up to the edge of the bed.”
She did. He pulled his one finger out and added another digit. In and out he stroked her pussy and watched his fingers glisten with her cum.
“Oh, Jake.” She moaned and began to move her hips against his fingers.
He leaned forward and licked her pussy lips.
“Jake!” she squealed, and then tilted up while she pressed her hips back and forth against his tongue. Her pussy leaked more cream, and he suckled every ounce, unwilling to let any escape, and wanting more of her delicious honey.
She was moving on the bed. Her thighs were spread, her ass over the edge. Using his other finger, he wiped some of her cream to her anus, and she gasped.
“What are you doing?”
“Exploring, baby. You know that when we all make love together, we’re going to be in every hole.” He flicked his tongue against her pussy again, licking, stroking her clit, and then sucking on it.
“Oh damn, that feels incredible,” she admitted, and he smiled but continued to bring her pleasure.
“We’ll take turns fucking this sweet, tight, virgin pussy, that pretty, sexy mouth of yours, and of course this round, sexy ass.” He pressed a finger against her anus and pushed through. In and out he stroked both her pussy and her ass as Michaela exploded.
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