by Jess Bentley
“Think we can all squish into your truck, Trey?” Joshua asks, eyes on Jessa.
“What about your truck?” Trey asks me.
“Leave it,” I say. “You or one of the hands can drive me back up to get it later.”
“Not sure that’s a good idea with someone running around breaking into our shit,” Tyler points out.
I give Tyler a look. “I don’t give a fuck about that truck right now, Tyler.”
He grins. “I get that, brother.”
Jessa bites her lower lip, and we all quiet. Every damn one of us can’t take our eyes off of her beautiful, full lips.
“Let’s go,” Trey says, gruffly.
We head back to the truck, a big group with Jessa in the middle of us all. She looks so small, with us surrounding her. Especially fidgeting nervously like she is. But I know the fire inside of her, and I have no doubt that she’ll tell us all to go to hell should she decide that this isn’t something she wants to be part of, after all.
In the truck, Trey folds down the middle console in the front seat, and I help Jessa into the truck. I can feel Tyler’s and Joshua’s eyes at my back when I slide in next to her. On her other side, Trey sits in the driver’s seat.
Tyler and Joshua hop fast into to the back seat.
Trey flips the truck around in on the gravel road and we head back toward the ranch. Then, casual as can be, he sets one hand on her left thigh and begins to stroke her softly. Unable to resist, I lightly touch her right knee. From the back seat, Tyler and Joshua, as one, reach out to touch her as well. Tyler settles for playing with her hair, while Joshua strokes her neck.
I slide my hand slowly up her thigh, rubbing and caressing her as I go. Giving her time to tell me to fuck off. But she doesn’t, and I finally reach the cleft between her legs. I touch her there, in her most private place, ever so softly.
She gasps, but keeps her eyes straight ahead. And she bites that lip again.
Fuck. This is going to be amazing.
Chapter 13
Jessa
I’m so worked up by the time we get back to the house, I’m about ready to tear all the men’s clothes off in the driveway for all the ranch hands and whoever else happens by to see. We all unload from the truck and head toward the house. They stay close. Trey and Joshua have each taken one of my hands, Clay gets the door, and Tyler is playing with my hair.
But when I step over the threshold into their home, my stomach drops.
Am I really going to do this? Sleep with four men?
Fuck yes, I am.
Nervous energy makes my stomach flip-flop, and I barely manage to keep my nerves under wraps as we go up the stairs and down the long hallway. Then we step into my guest room.
I turn and face the men as they shut the door behind us. I thought this room to be spacious, but with the four of them in it it’s suddenly too small. They fill it with their size and with their presence. Four big, burly men. All looking at me with hunger in their eyes.
I swallow hard and take a step back. “Maybe we should have a couple drinks first,” I say, only half-joking.
Joshua steps forward, leaving the group, and takes my hand. “We get that you’re nervous. But you can relax and trust us. We’ll take care of the rest.”
His words immediately calm me somewhat. I nod. “Okay.”
Joshua leans in and kisses me softly. He gently parts my lips with his tongue. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the other men moving around me. And then they’re easing off my clothes, helping me undress. Joshua only breaks the kiss long enough for someone behind me to pull my T-shirt over my head. I step out of my pants when instructed to. Someone undoes my bra.
And before long, I’m the only naked one in the room.
But before I can worry about that, there are four sets of hands on me, four mouths. Including Joshua’s, still on mine. I close my eyes and find distinguishing between the touches is impossible. Someone is massaging my breasts as another hand caresses my back. Joshua grips my ass to keep me close to him, reaching between us to graze my mound. I’m lost in a sea of sensation.
Joshua breaks the kiss and smiles down at me. “You are so beautiful. Exquisite.”
The men lead me to the bed, helping me to lay down. And it strikes me that this isn’t fair. “So not cool, guys. You should all be naked now, too.”
As one, they all grin mischievously at me.
“Can’t help it,” Tyler says. “You look better naked than we do.”
The other men murmur their agreement, and I shoot Tyler a pointed look. “I disagree.”
Trey laughs at that, and the other men grin. Then they all start to undress.
Yummy. I watch them all, in wonder that all of these men want me so much that they’re willing to share me. Simply flabbergasted that these hard-bodied, intelligent, good-looking man all desire me this much.
A twinge of guilt. Would they feel the same way if they knew I was pregnant?
No. I’m not going to think about that, not tonight. No matter how long this unique relationship of ours actually lasts—and it may just be for this moment, this night—I’m determined to embrace it until the end.
The men finish undressing, and four long, thick cocks stand at attention for me. Again moving as one, the men approach. Butterflies swirl in my stomach. How can little ole me satisfy all of these men?
Without their clothes to separate them, I can still tell them apart. And I feel like I could even if I closed my eyes and they traded places. And part of why hits me. They stand ever so slightly differently. Clay leans forward, just slightly, like he’s always ready for a fight. Trey stands in perfect stillness, not expecting a fight like Clay always seems to be. Instead, he’s all preparation. Joshua hangs back, eyes evaluating. A man who doesn’t act until he’s considered all potential outcomes.
And then there’s Tyler. His expression is raw and open. Like Clay, he’s always ready for a fight, but unlike Clay, he always seems ready to start one, too. He’s been so hurt in the past, more an orphan than the others, even.
But their eyes are all filled with desire. And I remember that I’m supposed to trust them.
Clay drags his eyes off of me to glance at his brothers. “This is going to be fun.”
Trey kneels between my legs, nudging them open for him. But before he can touch me further, Joshua kisses me again. God, the man is a good kisser—exploring my mouth with patience and restrained passion. The other two caress my breasts, first with fingers, then with mouths. Trey’s tongue touches my clit, and I jump. But eight hands are there to hold me still, to keep me safe.
Trey sucks on my clit, before dipping his tongue inside of me to taste me. I moan against Joshua’s lips. The sensation is overpowering, and I try to close my legs, but one of the men holds my thighs open while he feasts. With all of them touching me, it becomes almost too much but at the same time, better than anything. I come in a blaze of light, my whole body tensing with the feeling.
Still between my legs, Trey chuckles in satisfaction at making me come so quickly. Joshua breaks the kiss, and I watch Trey stroke his long thick cock between my legs. As he gets ready to fuck me, Joshua stands. “It’s my turn. You got her earlier today right?”
For half a second it looks like Trey might argue with Joshua. That our moment of all being okay with this might be over before it’s really begun. That jealousy might win out.
But instead, Trey’s frown twists into a grin and he gestures toward me. “Enjoy, brother. She’s fucking amazing.”
Joshua’s eyes are alight with passion. “I’ll bet.”
Maybe it should bother me that they talk about me like that. But it doesn’t. There’s just too much reverence in their tones. Trey steps back and Joshua settles between my legs. The other two brothers continue to touch my breasts, pinch my nipples, kiss my neck. Joshua pulls my hips up, and eases the tip of himself inside of me. Our eyes meet, and without breaking eye contact, he slides himself into me fully. I close my eyes and moan.
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br /> “Open your eyes,” he commands.
My vision flickers back into focus, and I watch him. Hunger and need are obvious in his expression as he begins to slowly fuck me. My hips are in an iron grip, but I can barely feel it over the sensation of Joshua filling me completely.
“Sorry, guys,” Tyler says. “I’m just not patient enough to wait my turn.”
His words barely penetrate the pleasure I’m reveling in. I’m not sure what he means until Trey and Clay are helping him prop me up with pillows, while Joshua continues to fuck me, ensuring I don’t have the ability to think even if I wanted to.
Then Tyler is pressing his thumb against my bottom lip, caressing my jaw. Forcing me to look at him instead of Joshua.
I open my eyes, to see Tyler with his big cock in his hand, stroking himself. His roguish grin is intoxicating, and I try to lean forward kiss him.
“No, you sexy thing.” His grin widens. “That’s not what I want your mouth for. Not right now.”
Before I can wrap my brain around that, he’s pressing his dick against my lips. My tongue flicks out and grazes the tip of his cock. He hisses above me and pushes himself into my mouth.
God, just like my fantasy. I can’t believe it’s coming true.
Tyler tastes amazing. And if I’m not mistaken, he’s even thicker than his brothers. And the amusing thought hits me that maybe that makes up for the half-inch he didn’t get in height.
Tyler pushes himself further into my mouth, not content to leave all control to me. I suck on his cock and use my other hand to stroke the bottom of his shaft. Between my legs, Joshua is still fucking me, smoothly thrusting into me over and over again.
The sensations are too much. And when one of the men pinches my clit, I come hard. Harder than before. I can feel my pussy milking Joshua’s dick, and he curses and starts to fuck me harder.
Tyler grips my hair, firmly keeping me facing him, but I feel control slipping away as Joshua fucks me harder and harder, losing his smoothness to find his release.
I pull away from Tyler’s dick for a moment, and watch Joshua lose control. It’s an amazing sight to see. His expression twists into total bliss as he loses control. And I feel him spurt inside of me.
Joshua steps back, and Tyler grips my hair harder, turning me firmly back to his cock. “I’m not done with you yet,” Tyler sneers.
Holy crap. That’s hot.
Someone moves between my legs again, but I can’t tell who it is. Tyler is pushing himself back into my mouth, even as another of the men pushes inside of my pussy. Holy shit. Someone is fucking me and I don’t even know who. It’s dirty and hot and just the idea of it is already pushing me toward another orgasm.
Tyler pulls out of my mouth for a moment, and I can finally glance down.
Clay. It’s Clay inside of me. His eyes are locked on me and Tyler. On Tyler’s cock in my mouth. And it’s obviously turning him on.
I try to concentrate on Tyler. I suck and lick and let him fuck my mouth with abandon. It’s dirty and rough and I love every second of it.
Tyler’s grip on my hair tightens almost painfully, and he pushes himself farther into my mouth. My eyes water, as Tyler comes hard, sending a spurt of seed into my mouth and throat. Another orgasm crashes into me when I taste him.
Never in my life would I have expected this out of myself. That I could be so turned on by more than one man taking me at a time. But I love it. I feel like I’m at the center of their universe.
And then they’re moving me. Tyler pulls from my mouth and helps the other men reposition me onto my hands and knees on the bed.
Clay drives himself into me and he bumps my cervix. I cry out at the sensation. It’s not something I’ve ever liked before, but I’m so turned on, so lost in the moment, that the momentary pain is delicious. I get lost in him for a long moment. Lost in the feeling of him riding me with abandon.
Then someone slides a finger under my chin, and urges me to look up. I lock eyes with Trey.
Kneeling in front of me, he is stroking his long thick cock. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about fucking that beautiful mouth of yours?”
Before I can even think that through, let alone come up with some kind of response, he’s pushing his hard dick between my lips. I can taste myself from earlier in the day, but that realization only spurs me on, turning me on more. I open my throat and push myself forward, trying to relax my gag reflex. Above me, Trey moans.
Behind me, Clay’s fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me harder.
“Such a nice, tight pussy,” he grinds out. Tyler and Josh are close, playing with my breasts and clit. Urging me to come again. I don’t know if I can.
And then I feel Clay come hard, deep inside of me. He curses as he comes, grinding into me. I gasp and my throat opens even more. Trey, seeming unable to help himself, begins to fuck my throat. I don’t fight it. I’m all about embracing things today. Taking chances. Continuing to go with this even if it scares me a little.
I trust these men. More than I’ve trusted anyone.
Clay is still inside of me when someone pinches my clit roughly, over and over again, I try to pull away from Trey. Now it really is too much. But he just looks down at me, gaze intense with need. “Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
I come, harder I think than I’ve ever come before. The whole world disappears, and I hear Trey going over the edge as well. I feel him fill my mouth with his seed. I swallow furiously, unable to do anything else as my whole body shakes with the power of my orgasm.
Trey and Clay both pull out of my body, and I collapse on the bed. The world seems far away as the men move me into a more comfortable position. I feel the bed flex as they all settle around me. No doubt they’re exhausted, as well.
“It’s time to upgrade all the guest suites to king beds, stat,” Tyler says, exhaustion plain in his tone.
We all laugh, and no one disagrees. And I fall asleep with my men surrounding me, holding me, giving me kisses.
Chapter 14
Joshua
Two hours after what has to have been the most incredible experience of my life, I swipe a hand towel over my foggy bathroom mirror in a vain attempt to see what I’m doing so I can shave.
Trey, Clay, Tyler and I all manage to fit on the bed with Jessa for over an hour after we were with her. But the queen-sized bed keeps us from spending the rest of the day there—it just isn’t big enough for the five of us. So, after a few kisses, we send Jessa to her shower while we promise to do the same.
I put my glasses on and run my fingers through my hair, mind still whirling. I glance at the mirror but it’s fogged over completely again. Shaving can wait until morning—a little scruff never hurt anyone. I walk out to my bedroom and dig for some clothes. My laptop waits for me on top of my dresser, but for the first time in a very long time, I have no desire to get any work done.
How can it only be late afternoon? It feels like my whole life has changed in a few short hours. Sharing Jessa with my brothers wasn’t weird like I thought it might be. We were in sync. It was... perfect.
I shake off the thought. Jessa will be leaving in a couple of days. Getting emotionally involved with her—any more than I already am—is a bad idea. I need to hold myself back and keep this thing to being mostly physical. It’s probably for the best that she’ll be out of our lives soon. Because as perfect as this afternoon was, it’s hard to say if we could really make a go of it long term. But regardless, I intend to make the most of our time together. And I know my brothers probably feel the same way.
I head downstairs and find out that everyone else has done the same. No doubt their stomachs are all rumbling too. We’re early for dinner.
“Did you all skip lunch?” BethAnn admonishes us, shaking a wooden spoon. “You’re all lucky I finished cooking dinner early, or else you’d starve.”
“Never on your watch,” I tell her, grinning.
She harrumphs at me and tells us all to sit. Jessa tries to arg
ue that we can serve ourselves, but BethAnn shushes her.
“I love taking care of these boys,” BethAnn tells her with a smile. And I know it’s the truth. We pay BethAnn well—very, very well, actually. But the salary isn’t why she has stayed. She’s family, and she’s the closest thing we all still have to a mother—even though BethAnn isn’t quite old enough for the role. Maybe more like an older sister, then, or a young aunt.
It’s almost strange how at ease my brothers and I are with each other. The fact that we all just made love to the same woman doesn’t seem to make anyone uncomfortable. And even Jessa, after an initial moment of shyness, settles in as easily as the rest of us.
After dinner Jessa pleads exhaustion and heads to bed. My brothers and I share a knowing glance. It’s no wonder the poor woman’s exhausted.
Tired myself, I head back to my room and open up my laptop. But I can’t focus on my spreadsheets. For tonight, I can’t make myself care about any of it.
Jessa. I feel things with her. Things I’ve never felt before. I’d better not think about that too much, but it’s a difficult thought to let go.
She’s different. Special.
Her smile can light up a room. And when she looks at you, you feel the weight of her attention, her focus. She’s smart and kind... And damn, she’s beautiful.
I’ve never had a hard time finding a woman, not when I cared enough to put out the effort to do so, which is rare. But many times when I did, I could feel their judgment. I’m different from my brothers, and many times, I’ve felt like I was less than them. Most of that I’d gotten over once I was in my twenties and more confident in myself. But, no one wants the nerd when they can see the more attractive cowboy behind them. Sure, Clay and Trey and I are identical. But we aren’t the same. And women can sense that.
I don’t feel like less when I’m with Jessa.
With her at the forefront of my thoughts, I finally give up on trying to work and go to bed.
But it’s a long time before my jumbled thoughts allow me to sleep.
