by Kaliana Cole
Her gasp as he sank even deeper made him go slow but he stood and turned, sitting on the bed and sliding up against the pillows. He got himself settled and then spread her legs to rest on the outside of his. Big hands slid down to cup her mound, slipping in the wetness as he exposed her folds even further. “Who’s first?”
Zach was closest and wasted no time in getting into position and lining up with her dripping entrance. Ty gripped her breasts as he felt his brother work his way into her body, rolling the diamond-hard tips. His cock was compressed even further as her body strived to make room for both of them.
Zach’s devout “fuck!” echoed his own as he bottomed in her snug pussy. Emma’s cries grew frantic as she was buffeted between their bodies, writhing and twisting as she chased her pleasure
Zach went straight at it hard and fast. “I want to feel you squeeze me, Em, show me how you come for us.” Zach’s need was in his eyes as he beseeched her.
For once Ty felt superior. He was in exquisite agony buried in her tight ass, but his concern for her had tempered his control. He rode the edge but was in no danger of being pushed over.
“Oh, Christ, make her come. I’m not going to last.” Ty found her hand and gave it a push in the right direction. He bet the knuckles brushing against his brother’s groin was going to be the end of him. He was almost right. He felt her muscles squeeze on his cock like she meant to crush it and Zach roared. He thrust mindlessly into her as he came. Ty gritted his teeth and held back the need to join him in pillaging her twitching body.
Colby wasn’t giving Zach any time to luxuriate in the afterglow. Zach rolled away at his urging, blowing like a winded plow horse as he tried to catch his breath, but Colby paid him no mind.
“You look so fucking sexy, Em. You’re such a bad girl. My bad girl.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Colb.”
Ty choked back a laugh. When Emma gave in to sex, she embraced it fully. She didn’t hold anything back.
Colby didn’t tease or test, he just dove right in. Ty caught his breath as the power of the thrust forced her up his shaft. He’d been fairly passive while he shared her with Zach, but Em and Colb were not going to hold back, so neither was he.
He bucked his hips as Colby drew back, thrusting deep. The sound it ripped from Em was primal and triumphant, a yell rather than a moan. It grabbed him by the balls and spurred him on. Again and again they pistoned inside her, one in, one out, driving her higher and higher.
“More, need more.” Emma panted, rolling against his chest with need.
Ty cursed. He had no idea how he could do that. He was giving her everything he had. But Colby gave a feral grin, teeth gritted savagely, and missed a beat. He seized her hips and pulled her down to take both of them at once.
The impact forced the breath from Emma’s body and tears to leak from Ty’s eyes, but it had the desired effect. Three brutal dual thrusts and she came undone, shouting her release to the ceiling as her body milked savagely at their cocks, stripping the remnants of their self-control and bringing a deluge of seed to flood her depths.
A harmony of sated lust echoed in the chamber, a sacred hymn, a song of victory and sweet surrender. Ty gasped for breath and fought to remain aware, to savor the moment and hold it dear, his body less intimately entwined than his heart.
He’d predicted she would own them lock, stock, and barrel, but he hadn’t expected the hold to be quite as profound, nor feel so right. The little darlin’ was theirs, but the Whelans were now the sole property of Emma Duncan.
As Colby rolled to the side and Ty disentangled himself, Emma curled into his chest, not even flinching when Zach wiped and dried her tenderly. “You okay, darlin’?
“I’ll never walk again, but it is going to take a week to get the smile off my face.”
“I hope you can walk. We’re going to need a hand to move in properly, and we’ll need to put the house up for rent.”
“Mmm, about that…”
Epilogue
Two weeks later
“This is the last lot?” Ty lugged the box into the tray of his truck.
Casey turned with a tired smile. “That’s it.” The young woman was as different from Emma as it was possible to get.
At least five-ten with long, red hair in a no-nonsense braid, she looked like some warrior princess. Lean and muscular, strong as a bull, but with curves in all the right places. Ty couldn’t wait to see the Marshalls’ faces when they got the first look at their new neighbor.
Brody and Luke liked petite little bits of fluff that blushed and looked away when the met them, women who were in awe of their masculinity and admittedly good looks. Casey was going to stir their conceited asses to no end. Ty just hoped she had the wisdom to turn them inside out and walk away.
“Who is towing the trailer?” Casey asked.
“I’d better take it. Zach can come with me and I heard Emma say she wants a ride in your truck.”
“She is already in there. Is she always so excitable?”
“You have no idea,” Ty replied, walking away.
Ty had been expecting to be picking up lawnmowers and hedge clippers, not Bobcats and excavators. Casey’s truck that Em was creaming her panties over was a great big burgundy and chrome Kenworth fitted with a rigid tipper. A nine-ton excavator was snugged into the shining alloy body ready for its eighteen-hour trip to its new home in Liberty Springs. He would be towing the tagalong trailer with the Bobcat in his Dodge.
Colby pulled out, and the Kenworth rumbled out behind, the big Cat motor purring sweetly. Zach slipped into the passenger seat and they were off, an interesting convoy, to say the least.
Zach couldn’t wait to see the Marshalls react to Casey either. He knew they wouldn’t be able to resist a crack at her, but he, too, had noticed the man-eater quality in Emma’s sister. She would chew those boys up and spit them out without breaking a sweat.
Ty just hoped she didn’t get indigestion.
They were just outside of Liberty when an old, faded pink Mustang streaked past them and turned up a dirt road into the hills overlooking the township.
“What the...” Zach’s head turned as he watched the erratic driving. “Was that Bailey? What is she doing back in town?”
“Heading out to Jory’s to lick her wounds like she always has, I guess,” Ty answered. Bailey had been running to Jory since she was a five-year-old with a skinned knee. She was thirty now and a married woman. What the hell she would be doing heading out there at breakneck speed was anyone’s guess. “I better call Jory and warn him.”
“On a Saturday night when he’ll be taking a plaything home? I owe him one. Let the bastard find out the hard way.”
“What did he ever do to you?” Ty liked Jory. He was a good man with a good heart, even if he played games a little hardcore for most.
Zach took a breath, a smile creasing his lean face. “Well, there were these schoolkids…”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kaliana Cole is an Aussie girl who simply loves writing. She plunked herself in front of the PC when temporarily unemployed and hasn’t looked back.
She lives with her two exceedingly feral boys and long time, long suffering partner in the foothills of the Snowy Mountains where her time is divided between being good, (mother, lover, neighbor, cleaner and cook) and being bad, (writing raunchy romance and naughty ménage stories, and dreaming up scenarios for upcoming works).
Any time not taken up by this latest love is devoted to her horses, which all seem to have become fatter and naughtier since their owner started writing.
No Bag Limit is her second novel. She can be contacted at [email protected].
Also by Kaliana Cole
Ménage Amour: Good Horses, Fast Cars and Real Men
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