by Kaliana Cole
With great reluctance he withdrew from Em’s body, securing the condom as he slipped from her. He would have loved to feel her against his naked skin, but protecting her was more important than any pleasure. As he rolled away to dispose of the prophylactic, he smiled when Zach and Colby moved in.
He was thankful they had given him space. He hadn’t shared a woman for a very long time, and he held his first time with Emma sacred. He was glad his brothers had respected the sanctity of their joining.
Colb and Zach, on the other hand, were very used to sharing.
* * * *
Two warm bodies bracketed hers. Two very naked bodies. She could feel their steely erections pressed against each hip. Their hands ran over her, tweaking nerve endings, awakening hungers that had just been so spectacularly sated. Whispering heated entreaties in her ears, they brought her back to arousal.
Curiosity made her sit up. She wanted to look at their bodies, map their differences.
Colby’s muscular body wasn’t as heavily developed as Ty’s, but it was strongly formed, tight skin molding each muscle over his lightly tanned torso. A wide stretch of chest hair narrowed to a single, well-defined line of darker hair leading down from his navel. The crease of his hips arrowed in on the widely flared length of his cock.
The mushroom-shaped head was so much wider than the shaft. Ripples of blood vessels crisscrossed his length. Em had an urge to run her tongue up it, to see if it felt as bumpy as it looked. She reached for him, her fingers learning his shape.
She froze momentarily as she felt Zach come to his knees behind her. His body cupped hers as his lips teased along her shoulder. “That’s it, honey, get used to his body.” The harsh scrape of teeth brought her head back to loll against his shoulder. Her tongue swept over her plush lower lip as she squeezed Colby’s rigid stalk. “Go on, Em, do what you want to him, sweet. Give him a taste of that mouth.” His dark suggestion was too much.
She leant down, feeling Zach’s member dig into the crease of her ass as she leant forward. Feminine power embraced her as she heard him swear and thrust a little harder. Her power to affect these big, strong men was staggering.
Purposely, she gave her ass a little wiggle as her tongue darted out to map the enthralling contours of Colby’s hard cock. The swat across her buttock took her by surprise, but not as much as the mouth that followed. Zach laid big, open-mouth kisses over the globes of her ass, his hands kneading deeply in the resilient flesh.
Spine melting with the slightly naughty sensation of Zach’s attentions, Em had eyes only for Colby as she opened her mouth wide and took the oversized head inside. His hiss as her tongue rubbed under the head encouraged her to keep doing it. His open face showed every nuance of his pleasure. Slack lips, slitted eyes, and every now and again, a rictus of pained pleasure crossed his features that she wanted to see again and again. She sucked him hard against her palate, tongue fluttering.
“Oh, God, her mouth is unbelievable. Do something, Zach, I’m not gonna last, and I want to be inside her this time.” Colby’s voice was rough and shaky.
* * * *
Colby knew the moment his brother’s tongue touched her anus. Emma froze, whiskey eyes wild as they locked with his.
Her mouth relaxed, his pride breathing a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be sending his seed shooting down her throat at this early juncture.
She looked ready to bolt. He was about to signal Zach back when he looked closer. She was shocked, that was for sure, but color was high on her cheeks. He felt the hot kiss of air rush past his saliva-wet cock as her breath exploded from her. Her eyes lost focus, and he knew Zach had just breached her tight ring. She was lost in this new, wicked pleasure.
“Good girl,” Colby crooned, his hand tangling in her hair. “Let it feel good. Relax and let him show you how good it can be.” He pumped her slack mouth shallowly over his cock. Now that she couldn’t concentrate on destroying his self-control he could lay back and enjoy, watch the blood-darkened head of his cock slide between her swollen lips.
* * * *
Salacious pleasure ripped through Emma. Fried synapses and tortured neurons sent sparks of electricity dancing along her skin. This was too much.
Too sinful, too decadent, too damn enthralling.
Zach’s tongue taunted with diabolical intent, laving, rimming, spearing through the tight ring of muscle. All thought was washed away. Nothing existed but the steely hands and seductive mouth caressing her ass. The rough hand that twisted against her scalp, prickles of pain adding spice to her pleasure. And the sinfully salty head weeping tears of rapture against her tongue. Nothing but pleasure.
* * * *
Colby reached the end of his tether. He tugged her head up off his erection, watching the darkened head pop from her sultry mouth with awe. She had given in to the pleasure this time, let it sweep over her. There was no cognitive process going on behind those amber eyes. Only baser instincts remained.
“Come here, honey. Climb up here and ride me,” Colby urged her to him, his hand groping toward the drawer for her protection. A foil package was slapped into his hand. He locked his eyes just long enough with Ty to know that he was okay with this, that he wanted his brothers to share in this love. “We gotta get you on birth control, sweet. We’ve all got a clean bill of health, and I’m just aching to feel you drip all over me.”
Slim fingers followed the progress of the latex down his shaft, curious fingers. Colby swore that if they didn’t find an alternative form of birth control damn soon, he was going to teach her how to put them on with her teeth. He sucked in a breath as Zach lifted her to straddle his hips. Colby could see the engorged petals of Em’s sex shining slickly with her arousal.
He fisted his cock, tucking the bloated head against her opening. He saw Zach prevented her from impaling herself. He held her tight, one hand splayed across her ribcage, the other cupping a breast, fingers torturing a peaked nipple. He saw Zach whisper darkly in her ear, saw her eyes roll back as he lowered her slowly. This was a game they had played before, one they had perfected. They knew they could bring a woman more pleasure together than they ever could apart. Loved it, lived for it.
But it was more this time. They had an investment in this woman beyond the physical. A burgeoning emotional attachment that may very well be the real thing. The one who would end all others.
* * * *
The scorching brand of Colby’s dick parted her cunt, the thick head relentlessly forging through the tight entrance. She wanted to sink down upon him, to feel his balls against her ass as she took his full length, but Zach took control of her body. He held her immobile, whispering how he was going to make her wait, how she wouldn’t be allowed to feel all that hot flesh inside her until he allowed it.
“Please, Zach! Let me go, let me have it.” Her impassioned plea breathed along his jaw, making it ripple as he reached for control. He smiled darkly and released his hold. She gasped and heard Colby’s bit-off curse as she sank all the way. Zach’s hands played over every stretch of sweat-dampened silk he could reach as Colby grasped her hips and directed her movements.
Emma had never ridden a man before, never had all that power lay down for her pleasure. It was a revelation. A heady rush. A wicked dream.
Her hips instinctively moved to Colby’s rhythm, though she found she wanted to grind against him rather than lift on his length.
“Next time, sweet,” he promised her. “Next time you can do whatever you want. I need you this time, hard and fast.” He surged within her hot, wet clasp, his thumb reaching down to lay over her swollen clit.
Emma went wild. Faster and faster she humped against him, Zach’s whispered encouragement, egging her on. The starburst hovered just out of reach. Wantonly she leant back, leaning into Zach’s body and changing the pressure within her.
Her breath caught as she felt Colby go deeper, higher inside her. The conflagration so close now, so close she could feel the zaps of pleasure reversing, going to her extremiti
es, engorging her nipples even further.
“Come on, Emma, come for us!” Zach slid his finger to touch her dusky star, and pressed insidiously, and she exploded. Head flung back against the wall of hot, silken iron behind her, she jerked and jolted.
* * * *
Colby’s grip was cruel on her hips as he forced himself in again and again, forging through her convulsing sheath as he strove for his own release. A painful rictus gripped his passion-filled face as he felt the rush of semen from his body, its passage like molten magma through the eye of his cock. He groaned his completion to the ceiling, giving up his essence to the call of her seductive body.
He had barely felt the last tremor when he felt her lifted from him, felt the loss of her tight, wet haven, but he knew Zach wouldn’t take her far. In fact, he found the alluring mounds of her breasts pushed over his face, ruby tips tantalizing his lips.
Still floating in the afterglow, he opened his mouth wide and captured his prize with his teeth. Zach wasn’t letting her come back down. He wanted to drive her higher. They could be hard, forceful, as dominant as they wished, and she would love every second and ask for more.
* * * *
With no preliminaries, Zach thrust his sheathed cock deep inside her. Stretching her wet cunt anew, he began to thrust. The slap of his balls took her square on the clit with each heated drive. He kissed along the delicate ridge of her spine, bit nastily at her shoulders.
Overburdened nerves responded with alacrity to the harsher treatment, overriding reason and reporting directly to the primordial part of her psyche. The part that ceded willingly to a conquering force. That yielded control in a primal quest for new life. Purely feminine, submissive, and giving.
A groan was torn from somewhere deep in her body as she capitulated. Became nothing but a vessel for pleasure. Hers, theirs, it was all the same.
Zach drove into her relentlessly, his cock finding the end of her with every thrust. Pressure against her cervix splintered into shards of pleasured pain. Answering echoes burst from her nipples as they were pinched, twisted, and bitten. Tenderness had no place in the maelstrom of carnality.
The gathering storm loomed large and menacing, frightening her with its intensity. She began to fight it, bucking against the pleasure, tossing her head in denial.
“Come for me, Emma,” Zach demanded, knowing she was holding back on him.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Let go. We’ll hold you, baby, just let go.” Zach reached under and captured her clit between his fingers. He milked it, pinching delicately.
Emma screamed, loudly and brutally, having to let the savage pleasure out somehow. She felt the need to rend flesh beneath her nails, to feel the give of hot skin between her teeth. All of that wild need came out in her scream. She didn’t feel Zach stiffen and join her but his low growl harmonized with the dying notes of her call. Emma collapsed between the men who had just so thoroughly pleasured her.
Unconsciousness beckoned. Her body protested its exhaustion when she felt Zach lift from her. Strong arms gathered her and pulled her in to a large body. Her back cushioned against thick slabs of muscle. Ty. Safe and secure, she gave in to her body’s demand for oblivion.
* * * *
Emma didn’t hear Ty’s phone ring or feel him reach for it. She probably would not have been amused, as the younger two Whelans were, when it was Andy checking if everything was all right.
The patrol checking the hill behind the house had called in a woman screaming. Andy had chuckled at Ty’s dry reassurance that everything was back under control now and promised to call them off before they busted down the front door.
Zach and Colb cleaned up and decided they were starving. Ty was quite content to hold the near comatose woman nice and close while they attacked Beth’s cooking. He needed time to reflect, to weigh and measure. He was blown away by the selfless way Emma had gifted them with her trust. Her unwavering certainty that they would not hurt her, the generosity of her body and her unabashed display of pleasure were staggering, completely humbling.
Letting Emma Duncan go was not an option.
Chapter 9
Warm bodies surrounded hers when she woke. Darkness prevailed, the thin sliver of light under the bathroom door the only illumination. Emma’s stomach rumbled. A lazy smile curled her lips when she remembered the reason for her missing dinner. A stretch proved her body wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon. A delicious ache rode her body, reminding her she had been well loved last night.
She lifted her head cautiously. She didn’t want to wake anyone, but if she didn’t get something in her stomach, its growling would rouse them anyway. She climbed over Colby and escaped. She thought that a better option than trying to get over Ty’s big body.
A shirt from beside the bed made for a hasty nightie. She had no idea where her pajamas had gone. Their life expectancy appeared short around here. The top she wore smelled better than hers anyway. She thought it was Zach’s, but it could have been Colby’s. It wasn’t big enough for Ty. She plucked a pair of thick socks from the top of a basket full of folded washing and pulled them on, stretching them over her bandaged ankles. The hardwood floors were cold.
The kitchen was chilly as she raided the fridge for leftovers. The digital display on the microwave told her it was a little after three. She had just put a bowl of Beth’s chicken hot pot into the machine when she felt someone watching. She turned and found Ty leaning against the doorframe, face inscrutable.
“Hey,” Emma greeted him softly. “Sorry if I woke you, I was hungry.”
He smiled indolently, face still sleepy. He had pulled on some silk boxers, but that was all. “That’s okay, Em. You should have woken me. I would have gotten you something to eat.” His voice sounded just as sleepy. Emma wanted to go to him and pull all that somnolent warmth around her, but the ding of the microwave called her away.
Ty moved to the cupboard for a bowl. “I might join you. I am supposed to be up in an hour anyway. Mondays are track mornings. I’ve got to be down there at five. At least breakfast will have time to settle. There is nothing worse than being ass-up under a horse with a gut full of food.”
Emma sat at the scarred, old table and watched him move about the kitchen as she ate. Why was it that males were oblivious to the cold? Even his little brown nipples weren’t puckered up. That didn’t make them any less mouthwatering, though. Resolutely she fixed her eyes on her food. She was going to miss her mouth otherwise, and chicken hot pot decorating her chin was a look she could do without.
* * * *
She didn’t see the small curl to Ty’s mouth as he sat down. He could feel the weight of her gaze no matter how circumspect she was. It gave him a thrill that a pretty little thing like her found his big, old, battered body worthy of attention. His younger brothers had gotten all the refinement and conventional good looks. He was ruggedly handsome at best. If she liked his body for some reason he wasn’t about to question his luck.
* * * *
“What was it like growing up in Liberty Springs?” Em was curious, and it seemed like a perfect chance to satisfy her weakness.
“We only moved here when we were kids. Our parents were killed in a car crash and we came to live with Beth, Joe, and Ron. Dad was Beth’s sister and hadn’t approved of her way of life, so we hadn’t had much to do with her. But you know how Beth is. It only took her a month to have us all feeling at home and making a new life.
“School wasn’t as difficult as it could have been. I guess people don’t live here if they aren’t open-minded. And for all the home cooking and hugs, Beth was a woman of steel. Fighting was not tolerated, and you couldn’t rely on her sympathy if you got hurt. ‘No blood, no broken bones, no tears.’” He smiled fondly as he talked about Beth. For all Emma had known they were close, she hadn’t realized the woman had raised the brothers.
He talked with fond memories of the football grudge matches with neighboring towns and the brawls that would ensue when
one of the opposition would insult someone’s mother. And explained why that was never a problem here. Respect for women was drummed into the boys of Liberty Springs until it was as natural as their next breath.
“Come on, I’ve got to have a shave.” Ty stood and headed for the main bathroom. “You can keep grilling me there if you want.”
Unable to resist an opportunity to watch him, Em complied. She watched as he laid a towel out on the long marble bench down from the mirror. Before she could ask what that was for, he picked her up and plunked her down on the towel. “Can’t have you freezing that ass off.” He grinned, running hot water into the sink. He took her moment of flushed silence as a chance to ask his own question. “What about you? I know your dad was the late Geoffrey Duncan, L.A. business tycoon, but that is it.” He wet his face down and lathered it with foam.
Watching him carry out this mundane but essentially male procedure captivated Emma. She found she was telling him more than she had ever told anyone about her life. It was only when he asked her sister’s name that she realized she had let the family skeleton out of the closet. “Casey, but she uses Buckley instead of Duncan. John Buckley was the man who raised her. She sees him as her father no matter what the paternity test showed.”
Her father had been somewhat indiscreet a few years after her birth. Emma was glad her mother had not been around to hear of his illegitimate daughter. Emma had met Casey a few times when she was a rebellious teenager. The fiery redhead had been going through the Goth-hair-writing-death-poetry stage when Emma had last seen her, though she called her for Christmas and birthdays. Casey would be twenty-four now. Emma admitted a curiosity in seeing what kind of woman she had grown into. Casey had been starting her own business when Em had spoken to her last, something to do with landscaping.
