Protecting Bethany

by Honor James

  Sucking hard on her nipple he drove into her harder, faster, his cock rubbing every nerve ending she had in her pussy. Brendan lifted his head and met her gaze, sliding his free hand up her bound arms. “You want loose don’t you?” he asked, thrusting his cock deep and holding it there as he ground his hips lightly around.

  “Yes.” She arched again, her legs tightening. “I want loose. I want and I need to touch you. I want to feel my hands on your shoulders. I want to kiss you and hold you as we both come. Release me, Brendan, please?”

  He looked to be considering it, his fingers tugging on the shirt around her wrists. After a few minutes he tugged and her hands came free. “Deal.” He smiled down at her. Pressing a kiss to her lips he began to thrust again, faster, deeper and god almighty, she was racing back to the edge again.

  Bethany wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. She shuddered and tightened her arms and legs around him tightly. She kissed him back just as desperately and hungrily as he was kissing her.

  Growling softly against her mouth he slid his arms around her and hugged her tight. Sucking on her tongue he nipped at her lip before he dropped his head and put his mouth on her throat. Suckling gently he nipped and teased her with his tongue as he thrust harder and faster into her spasming pussy.

  Her nails raked over his back and she cried out wildly. “There,” she moaned. “Harder, gods Brendan I’m almost there.” Her nails were biting into his shoulders, small crescent marks would be found later she knew, but honestly didn’t care in that moment. His mouth at her shoulder had her whimpering and when he began to suckle her neck, marking her with a hickey, she came.

  He didn’t stop though, just kept pushing his cock into her until he stiffened and shuddered. He let her name out on a moan as he squeezed her to him tighter. When his weight came down over her he was breathing hard and didn’t seem ready to let her go any time soon.

  Bethany’s body was covered in sweat, but such a wonderful sweat that she shared with him. She was panting right along with him and finally licked her lips. “Can we turn on our sides, please?” she asked with another squeeze to him.

  “Shit,” he muttered. Rolling them over he hugged her to him and chuckled. “Sorry, Bethany, I didn’t mean to squish you,” he said softly. Lifting a hand he brushed her hair back and cupped her cheek.

  “It’s all good honey.” She rubbed her cheek to his chest and then pulled back. Grinning she said, “How about you go and dispose of the condom, get cleaned up and then come climb back into bed with me and cover us up so we can snuggle?”

  “Excellent plan.” He smiled down at her. Leaning in he kissed her lips gently before pulling free and rolling off the bed. He padded into the bathroom, thankfully his had one right off the bedroom, and was out of sight for a few minutes. When he came back he turned off the lights and climbed back into bed with her, drawing her into his arms as he tugged up the blankets.

  “Maybe later we will let Connor into the bedroom with us so that he can snuggle with us too.” She wanted that, a great deal. She wanted to sleep with both men around her. She wanted both men to hold onto her while she rested.

  “He’s likely hanging around outside the door,” he said, chuckling softly. “I suppose we could let him in,” he murmured. He slid a hand up and down her arm gently. He also stayed absolutely quiet, letting her make the decision or not to let his brother in. All of that based on the fact that Connor may or may not be out there.

  “Then I think we should let him in. I’m honestly shocked that he let us have our playtime without wanting to be part of it as well,” she admitted. “I’m happy that I was able to make love with you as well. I will want to be able to love with him as well, are you going to be okay with that?”

  He cupped her face and kissed her gently. “I’m a possessive person by nature, being firstborn I think did that to me.” He laughed softly. “But he loves you too, just as I do, Bethany. And this makes you happy which makes me happy. I will be fine with it, you are ours and while it might take a little getting used to, I will get there. Promise.” He pressed another kiss to her lips and then rolled off the bed again.

  “Up and down, up and down,” he muttered. “Just keeps making me get out of my own bed.” She could hear his amusement in the words as he opened the door. “Thought you might be out here.”

  “Didn’t want to interrupt,” Connor said as he slipped in the room. With the light from the hallway Bethany could see the grin on his face.

  Bethany looked toward Connor and grinned. “Thank you for letting me have my time with Brendan.” She reached her hand out to him and wiggled her fingers. “Come on. Get naked and climb into bed with me. I want to feel you against me. I want to have you holding me. Later I will want you to make love to me as well. But right now I just want to feel both of you naked on each side of me. Loving me and holding me. Please?”

  “All right.” He nodded, moving closer to the bed. She got to watch as he got rid of his shirt and jeans, no underwear for her man. He crawled up on the bed on her far side. Brendan eased the door shut the last couple of inches and then rejoined her on the bed.

  When they were both in bed with her Bethany sighed. She was on her side facing Connor, Brendan’s arms around her waist and his body pressed against her back. This was how life should be from now until the rest of time. “Perfect,” she whispered with a smile.

  “Go to sleep, Bethany,” Connor said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Some of us have to get up at an ungodly hour. Namely you.” He chuckled. He slid an arm under her head and hugged her close, his other hand holding one of hers in his and pressed it to his heart.

  Bethany laughed. “Hardy, har, har. You are mister funny man aren’t you.” She did however curl into his heat and sighed. “Good night. Both of you.” Without another thought or breath she was sound asleep between the two men she loved most in the world.

  Chapter Eight

  Three days had passed since she’d gotten her time with Brendan. Unfortunately there’d been some extra work with the new horses that had dragged both men up and out of bed in the wee hours and left them both too exhausted each night for her to get time with Connor. She’d made a comment to Brendan earlier and he’d promised to find her some time with his brother.

  So far, nothing. But she trusted Brendan, if he said he’d find a way he would. She trusted in his word and, for a man raised as he had been, his word was his bond. Old-fashioned yes, but it was just how he was. How all the men on the Graymont Ranch were.

  She was chopping up vegetables for the evening meal when the door opened behind her. She didn’t have to do it that early but she had nothing better to do. With all her nervous energy and sexual need, the house was sparkling from her cleaning efforts.

  The arms that slid around her waist though had her jolting. “Easy, sweetheart.” Connor’s laughing voice was right in her ear. “Brendan said you needed to see me. Told me to fuck off or he was going to beat me over the head. Now, I’m pretty sure I could maybe possibly take him, but he’s damn mean when he gets in a mood. So.” He drew back to let her turn in his arms. “What’s up?” he asked with a smile.

  Bethany leaned back against Connor and smiled. Dropping the knife she grabbed a towel and wiped her hands on a towel. “I am in need,” she said simply. She turned in his arms and grinned. “Please tell me that you have several hours where we can be all alone, where we can get naked with each other?”

  “Naked?” he asked, grinning down at her. “Why Miss Bethany, are you propositioning lil ol’ me?” he asked her. Batting his lashes at her he leaned in and kissed her softly. “’Cause if you are, I’m totally on board with whatever you plan. And yes, we have until the dinner hour to do whatever it is that you have planned.”

  “Thank god. Let me finish these veggies, get them into the pot and then we will find either your room, mine or Brendan’s and we will get naked. We need a good strong door with locks so that we aren’t bothered.” No one would dare, but still s
he wanted to ensure that they would have their alone time.

  “I’d suggest Brendan’s, he was always a little paranoid,” he grinned. “Having a couple younger siblings may have contributed to that. Not saying it did, at all, but we were a pain in his ass on a regular basis. Mom used to say it was in our job description.”

  “Brendan’s it is then. Let’s go,” she said quickly as she shoved the pot onto the stove and turned the heat down to low. “Come on. That will be ready by dinner time.” She assured him and licked her lips. “And I really hope that the condoms are still in the side table,” she said with a smile. “’Cause I want to use all of them.”

  “Oh hell, had you told me that earlier I wouldn’t have worked so damn hard.” He laughed. He let her drag him out of the kitchen. “I don’t know if we’re going to get through more than one of them given what I’ve been doing today.”

  She stopped and frowned, looking at him with her head tilted to the side. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. If you would rather we just sleep so that you can be rested for tomorrow we can.” She sometimes forgot just how hard these men worked. “If you want we can shower together, I will give you a good rub down and then we can curl up in bed together, honey.”

  He tugged her back toward him and lowered his head so they were nose to nose. “Bethany, darling,” he smiled. “You told me you wanted to get naked with me. I’m all ready to rock and roll. I just don’t think I have the stamina to manage a whole box of condoms. Maybe when I was fifteen and a fucking never-ending geyser, probably, but,” he wrinkled up his nose. “As much as it pains me to admit, I am getting just a little bit older and it takes parts a little longer to get up and go, ya know?”

  “Yeah, I know.” Bethany leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “As long as you are certain that you are okay with this. With making love with me this afternoon instead of going right to sleep and napping I will believe in you, trust in you,” she assured him.

  “You’d better, woman. I’ve never lied to you, Bethany,” he said softly. Pressing a kiss to her lips he began to back her up slowly. “And yes, I definitely want to make love to you. Been thinking about it all day long. Getting you naked, sliding my hands over your soft skin and sliding my cock in deep,” he whispered, a smile curling his lips.

  Cupping her ass he lifted. “Legs around my waist, woman. We’re getting upstairs fast, getting you naked even quicker and then having some fun. Right after I shower because, honestly.” He made a face. “I smell like the wrong end of a horse.”

  She began to laugh at that and shook her head. “Or I could get into the shower with you and ensure that you were nice and clean? We know we wouldn’t want to miss any really important parts of your body to get clean and all that fun stuff.” She was teasing him, mostly, not really.

  “Only if you bring a condom in,” he said. Jogging up the steps he squeezed her ass a few times, she wasn’t even sure he was aware of it, as he moved. “’Cause I seriously doubt I’ll have the willpower to resist you for long.”

  “Good answer,” she said with a grin. “You go and get the shower started, I will grab the condom and then you and I are going to ensure that we are both very, very clean. Yes, we will need to make sure to clean every single inch of your body.” Oh how she was looking forward to that as well.

  He smiled slowly and let her slide down his body. “Deal,” he grinned. “We’ll use Brendan’s. He’s actually got a can attached to his room, lucky bastard,” he grumbled with a chuckle. “The bonuses of being first born and getting first choice of bedrooms.”

  “Well the plus is that we get to share it for now, right?” She had no idea what they would do when she got her grandfather’s spread back from her father. She needed to eventually talk to them about that. Later though. For now she wanted to have Connor loving her. “I will be there in like five seconds. Need to grab a condom and get naked.”

  “Hey,” he snagged her hand before she got too far. “Is everything okay?” he asked softly. He was staring down at her in concern, his brow creased and his eyes moving over her face.

  She nodded and sighed. “Just thinking of how we are going to be in the future. I’m trying to take the Mason-Dixon back from my sperm donor and I’m sure that there will be a million things I have to do around that ranch. Just trying to figure out how we are going to have a life. And dammit I want one. With both of you.”

  “Which means we’ll figure it out,” he said softly. “And you do have two guys that would do anything you wanted for just a smile from you. Imagine what you could get with a little skin.” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

  That had her grinning. “The Mason-Dixon is closer to the big city where Brendan works.” By quite a long way. “I will need a new Ranch Manager and since it looks like Blake is taking over this one, would you be willing to take over Mason-Dixon?” She wanted to know before they got naked, before anything happened. “We will still be close enough to your daddy to visit him often, but close enough to Brendan’s work where he can come home every night.”

  “Me?” he asked, looking absolutely stunned. He just kept blinking but she knew he was thinking about it, she could see it in his eyes. “Wow,” he whispered. Sliding a hand up and down her arm he focused on her again. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, there is no one I could think of that would be better for the job.” She told him quietly. Shaking her head she smiled. “Enough of that, honey. Let’s just get ourselves into the shower and worry about everything else later? In a time where we can all sit and talk? Besides, I have to wrangle my ranch back from my father anyway.”

  Nodding he urged her toward the bedroom. Once they were inside he shut and locked the door before sitting on the chair near the door to tug his boots off. She could see he was still thinking, that was Connor. Brendan was usually the quick decision maker whereas Connor thought long and hard on things. Pranks were in reverse though. Connor always came up with them fast and put them into action equally quick like. Where Brendan planned long and hard and set it up in a way that you had no fucking clue it was coming until it did.

  Bethany knew that Connor was thinking, he was trying to decide what to do. “Connor, I thought that you were getting naked? This isn’t you getting naked, mister man. This is you with one boot off and looking like you are about to change your mind any moment now. What’s up, honey?”

  He shook his head and smiled at her. “Sorry,” he said, his cheeks turning pink. “Distracted myself apparently,” he murmured. Tugging off his other boot he dropped it and then stood up. Unbuttoning his shirt he stripped it off and dropped it into the chair he’d just vacated.

  Bethany was undressed and leaning against the wall when he pulled his jeans down. “Holy Moses.” She had known that if Connor was anything like Brendan he would be decadent, all over, but this man was...he was spectacular. “You don’t tan all over. That surprises me,” she said with a hint of a smile. You could barely tell where he wore a shirt in the summertime, the faint color difference of his skin. She liked it. A lot.

  “Unlike my brother I do have a fear of something getting a little too crispy,” he said. Walking toward her he stopped and eyed her up and down with a smile. “You.” He shook his head. “You are fucking stunning, Bethany.”

  Bethany blushed at that and ducked her head. When she looked back up at him she was blushing and said, “Well I’m glad that you think so mister because I’m the last woman that’s going to be in your bed from here on out.”

  “Yeah?” he asked, a mischievous grin curling his lips. “I kind of like that, a lot actually,” he said, easing closer to her. Pressing his hands to the wall by her ears he leaned in and brushed a kiss to her cheek. “You are just too damned cute when you get all flustered.”

  That had her laughing. “Well you getting naked gets me all kinds of flustered.” She moved her hand to the center of his chest and let it move slowly upward until she had her hand wrapped around his neck. “I thi
nk we better get into that shower before I say to hell with showering and attack you here and now.”

  “Excellent plan,” he said, his head close enough she could feel his breath on her lips. “Do you have the condom?” he asked softly. “Because we’re getting in, washing quick and then I plan on jumping your bones.”

  “Yep. In my little paw I have it.” She assured him and held up the little silver wrapper. “I’m all for getting in there, getting clean and you jumping my bones. Totally.” She just hoped once would be enough to sate her appetite for this man.

  He caught her wrist and kissed the fingers holding onto the condom wrapper. Then he tugged her with him into the bathroom, easing the door shut once they were both inside. Letting her go he went to start the shower, giving her a chance to check out the rear end. Literally.

  Bethany had to fan herself. “Holy hell, boy, you have got one heck of an ass.” And it had freckles. Lord love a duck his ass had freckles. She wanted to kiss them, lick them, nibble them. Jiminy crickets she was so over on this man.

  He spun around, his hands moving to cover his ass and glared at her. “Woman, you were not just checking out my ass,” he said. In her opinion, just slightly freaked out by the prospect. “I feel so violated,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest. Okay, now she knew he was messing with her.

  Grinning Bethany nodded. “You had better believe I was checking out your ass. It’s outstanding by the way. A total ten all the way.” She assured him. “Oh and it has freckles. I would love to one day nibble and lick at those freckles.”

  “It does not,” he said, in true horror. Then he frowned and tried to look at his own ass. Which pretty much ended with him going around in circles, much like a dog chasing his own tail. “Does it?” he asked finally, stopping and weaving just a bit.