by Jane Jamison
What? If Clint hadn’t added another spank right then, she might’ve asked. As it was, she couldn’t speak again. Too many emotions rode through her, wiping her mind clean.
Clint took her by the chin, tugging her around to face him. He kissed her, light and sweet. “You’re our woman. All ours. It doesn’t matter what you say or do. The truth is the truth.”
“But—” What could she say? How could they want her when she was working to destroy what they loved? Guilt swamped her. How could she continue to hurt them?
Hale caught on to her unspoken worries. “Don’t you get it by now, Raven? We want you. Forget everything else except us.”
Yet how could she? Shame threatened to overpower the joy.
“It’s like Hale says. You’re ours. Everything else is white noise.”
She pushed away the awful feelings. She owed it to them to do so. Later, she’d let them surface again.
“We need you, Raven. For more than what you have between your legs.” The sincerity, the need reverberated in Hale’s voice.
Were they making a commitment to her? If so, could she do the same? They hadn’t said they loved her, but they’d talked about marrying her. Still, she’d pushed that aside, believing it to be nothing serious. She’d assumed it was simply a ruse, a ploy to get her to give up her plans of buying more land.
But did they really want her?
Her mind whirled. Their declarations made her wish she could accept them. Could she leave everything she knew, her position and her money for a life on their ranch?
An intense yearning to do so hit her so hard she almost wept.
Push it aside until later. Think about it later. Right now, just enjoy.
Clint wrapped his arms around her to hold her back against his chest. “We’ll figure everything out. You’re ours, in and out of bed.”
Years of fighting to stay strong, of not letting others see her as a weak woman made her deny him. “I can’t. I’m not really a submissive. I’m not a weak woman.”
“No, you’re not weak,” argued Hale. “You’re strong enough to be our sub. Making you happy makes us happy, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t be afraid to be whatever you want to be.” Clint squeezed her, his hand covering her breasts. “Let yourself believe.”
Hale slid his hand between her legs. She jumped then settled into his touch, welcoming his fingers as they slipped inside her. They possessed her, and at the same time, she possessed them. She’d never be able to put it into words, but as Clint had said, the truth was the truth.
Clint nuzzled her ear. “Let go, Raven. Let yourself be free. Let us give you your freedom.”
She blinked, trying to hold back the tears. Freedom? Had she ever really been free, or was her life only an illusion?
Hale moaned, his thumbs massaging her nipples. “Enough. If I don’t get my cock inside your pussy, I’m going to bust.”
Clint pushed against her back. “Get on your knees, sugar, with your hands on the side.”
She did as they ordered, putting her forearms on the side of the truck. “Please, sirs, spank me some more.”
Clint rubbed her still humming butt cheek. “Sure, sugar, but not with the paddle. I want to feel your sweet ass against my skin.”
The slap of Clint’s palm against her flesh made a soft sound, a loving sound. She rocked forward as Hale moved beside her. He sat on the side of the truck with his jeans unzipped. His cock, long, curved, and delectable pointed at her.
“Suck on my cock, babe.”
Pre-cum oozed from his tip, and she parted her lips. With his help, she guided his cock into her mouth. He took the back of her head, urging her to move back and forth, taking his cock as far as she could. He tasted so musky and warm, masculine and hardy as a real man should. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked, her wish to bring him satisfaction the only thing on her mind.
Clint moved behind her. The chill of a cool liquid struck her asshole. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, to feel his cock swelling against her tight rings. He worked her hole, rubbing the gel around and around then adding two fingers.
She sucked in a hard breath then hollowed her cheeks around Hale’s cock. He moaned, tunneling his fingers into her hair. His strong thighs pushed against her shoulders.
“Easy, sugar. Here I come.” Clint pushed his cock against her a-hole and took hold of her hips. Her muscles clenched around him, and for a moment, she wished he was shoving into her pussy instead.
She ached to get both of them inside her and smiled as much as she could with a cock in her mouth. If not this time then the next.
She swallowed Hale’s cock again, driving him inside until she almost choked. Closing her eyes, she let the overwhelming need to have them, to make sure they were pleased, wash over her.
Clint’s motions picked up speed, pushing her forward. His cock stretched the inside of her, turning his assault into conquest. She cried out without releasing Hale’s cock as Clint drove even harder into her. A spank landed on her butt cheek as either a reward or a warning. Maybe both. The initial pain that whipped through her changed into a wave of lust. She pushed back, urging him to go even harder.
Hale and Clint cared for her. Even when their touches were rough, they still held an underlying tenderness that had broken down the wall she’d built to keep feelings out. Every day she’d spent with them had taken her closer to the realization. Yet, until now, she hadn’t accepted it.
Did she love them?
The truth was the truth. And the Yager men were her truth.
But then what? Would she return home, back to the company, and be able to forget them? Or, at best, to put her time with them into fond memories?
She moaned as Clint thrust his hips against her again. Hale still held her hair, stroking it as he murmured soft, sweet words.
She was under their control, theirs for the taking, and yet, she’d never felt so powerful. She’d thought herself strong and unyielding before, but that had been a lie. A pretense she’d learned from childhood. A lie she’d believed until she’d met Clint and Hale. At once, she let go of the past, of the illusions she’d put her faith in and surrendered to them.
She was theirs.
Her body pulsated between them as they took her from both sides. Her climax grew nearer, raging its way out of her. She was alive, trapped between the two men who had taken her and taught her how to really start living.
Clint’s hands found her breasts and her nipples, twisting them, sending more delightful zings into her body. His thrusts slowed down but didn’t ease up.
“Raven, you’re ours.”
Her arms shook as she cupped Hale’s balls. Feeling him tense, she tightened both her hold on him and her mouth around him. He groaned and tried to push her back, but she wouldn’t let go. She wanted all of him, and in this, she wouldn’t give in.
Suddenly, Clint pulled her back, jerking her away from Hale. Still, the sensation of Hale’s taste mixed with the sensation of Clint’s cock filling her ass shook her, bringing her closer to her release. She felt the hot flood of Clint’s cum going against the small of her back. Her climax hit her, releasing in a flood that ran down her legs.
“Fuck.”
Hale took hold of her as Clint turned her loose. Picking her up, he brought her down on top of him. How he stayed positioned on the side of the truck without falling off, she’d never know. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on.
“I need my cock inside your pussy.”
“Then fuck me, Hale. Give it to me.”
“No problem, babe.” He repositioned himself, lifting her up for a moment before bringing her back down.
His cock filled her pussy, tearing into her, stunning her with its width and length. Her body tensed then relaxed, only to tense again as he moved his hips, driving in and pulling out then driving in again.
Her body clenched then tightened even more as the orgasm took her. Her pussy vibrated around his cock as her puls
e thundered in her ears. She cried out, her body shaking in its effort to let her climax fly. He let out a groan as he put his forehead to hers.
Her mind whirled, spinning out of control. When she could hold herself up no longer, she slumped against him.
Raven clung to Hale, digging her fingernails into his back. It had to have hurt, but she couldn’t help it. Emotions warred inside her, whirling around like snowflakes in a blizzard.
What’s happening to me?
For one of the few times in her life, she’d let go completely, breaking down the barrier she’d spent a lifetime building. She’d been so afraid to do so, so afraid she’d give away too much control and get hurt.
Oh God, it feels so good.
“Babe, why are you crying?” Hale tugged the rope off her wrists. “Did we hurt you?”
I’m crying?
Clint took hold of her arms and lifted her away then gently laid her on top of the blanket. He slid his thumb over her cheek.
I am crying.
She should’ve been embarrassed by their stark appraisals, but she wasn’t. Instead, she found their worried looks touching. A sob broke through her battered defenses.
Her parents loved her. Rationally, she knew they did. But no one had ever cared about her. Not until Clint and Hale came along.
“Shit, sugar. You’re scaring the hell out of me.” Clint wrapped the blanket around her then tugged her over to rest her in his arms.
Hale scooted next to them and put his hand on her leg, rubbing it to comfort her. “What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”
“No, no. I’m all right.”
“Are you sure?”
She felt almost guilty for liking the fact that they were so concerned. But, damn, it felt so good.
“Then why the tears?”
She lay against Clint’s chest and did her best to get even closer. If she could’ve melted into his skin, she would have. His strong arms wrapped around her, cocooning her from any harm that might come her way.
“I’m not sure.” She wiped one eye, sniffing as the tears started to stop. “Maybe because it’s such a—” What was the right word? “A relief.” A giggle rose to her throat. “I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
“Like the weight of the world is off your shoulders?” asked Hale. A slight smile lifted the corner of his lips. “When you really get into being submissive, it can help you release all your burdens.”
“Being able to give someone else the responsibility, even if it’s only during sex, can give you the break you need. I don’t have a clue what you go through working for your father, but it’s got to be a hell of a lot. I wouldn’t do your job in a million years. Not for any amount of money.” Clint cleared his throat. “Sorry. No business talk.”
She pulled Hale so close he had to lean over both of them. “I’m so happy right now.” When had she ever felt so good? So simply right?
Hale chuckled and pulled back. “Babe, I love hugging you, but when it comes to hugging my ugly brother, I draw the line.”
“Ugly my ass,” retorted Clint.
“Exactly, bro.” Hale caressed her cheek. “It’s good to see you smile, Raven.”
“I’ve smiled before.” She had, hadn’t she? And yet, she couldn’t remember feeling those smiles. The one she sported now went all the way to the center of her heart.
“Yeah, but it never seemed like those were real.” Clint eased her to the side but still kept an arm around her. “That’s not exactly what I mean. Damn. I don’t know how to put it.”
“I get it, man. It’s like her smile never reached her eyes before.”
Shit. If they keep talking like this, I’m going to start crying again.
“I understand. But I don’t why that is.”
“Because you’re not happy. With your work, with your life, with almost anything.”
She started to argue, to tell him she loved her work. And she had. At least, at one time. But did she now? It’d been a long time since she’d felt any satisfaction other than the satisfaction of getting the job done. Her job was her identity, but was it who she really was? Who she really wanted to be?
“You’re happy here, aren’t you, sugar?”
Why had Clint asked that question? The answer was on the tip of her tongue. Instead of speaking it, she fell back on old habits as the emotional wall she’d built came rushing back up. She moved away, snatching up the blanket to cover her body. “I’m having a great time.”
Clint’s gaze settled down hard on her. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
“Clint, I don’t—”
“He means you’d like living here. With us.”
“We told you. We want you to stay with us, sugar.”
“Stay?” She was too afraid to ask what he meant. Stay as in an extended time? Or could she hope for longer? They’d said as much, but she hadn’t let herself believe them. She’d chalked it up to what men said in the heat of passion. To believe them, she needed to hear them say it again.
“We’ve seen how you are on the ranch.” Clint was so earnest, his eyes shining. “You’re like a different person when you’re out riding or working with the animals. More like what I’m guessing is the real you. The you that you’ve pushed down to become some major player in your father’s company.”
“No. I love my job and my life.” They were one and the same. Yet wasn’t that the problem? For a brief moment, she let her mind go to that place again, to the fantasy of a life on the ranch with the two men who cared for her. The thought alone was enough to send her pulse racing and her breath catching in her throat. Could it really happen?
“I’m surprised you can say that with a straight face.” Hale took her arm, keeping her from standing. “You’re a beautiful, smart, and caring person when you don’t have that damn phone pressed against your ear. Or when you’re trying to close a deal. When you’re just you, out riding or watching television with us, you have a vitality about you. It’s like your soul rises to the surface.”
“I’d razz him about what he just said and how he said it, if it weren’t true,” added Clint.
She stared at Hale then on to Clint and tried to ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach. “Come on, guys, playing Dom and sub with you is fun and all, but I have a life of my own. One I need to get back to soon.”
They were on their feet, making the truck dip as they glared at her then jumped over the sides. Clint turned to get into the driver’s seat, but Hale grabbed his arm. His brother fumed at him.
“You have to make up your own mind, Raven.” Hale turned Clint’s arm loose, letting him get behind the wheel. “Just promise me this.”
“What?” she whispered.
“Promise me you’ll think about it. Not as some high-powered executive but as a woman. Promise me you’ll really take control of your life and make the right decision.”
She gave him all she could at the moment. “I’ll try.”
“Okay. Now keep the blanket around you and get into the truck.”
She couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t smile. Pulling the soft cloth around her, she eased over the tailgate and walked to the passenger side.
Chapter Seven
“I’ve got it handled, Father.” Not Dad. And God forbid she should ever call him Daddy. She’d never thought of him as either of those things. He was Father and then, later, boss.
Raven fought to maintain her composure. If she let her father hear anything other than confidence in her voice, she’d pay for it, then and for the rest of her life. Her father, the great Ronald Ronnell, would bring it up again and again, making it the highlight of every meeting and every family get-together. And if she didn’t succeed in buying the land the company needed, she might as well never show her face in either the family home or the office again.
“Then what’s taking so long? You should’ve had this deal wrapped up two days ago.”
That was her father, all right. Not only did he expect perfecti
on, he wanted perfection fast.
“You have to understand the mentality of the people here. They’re not as influenced by money as most people are.”
“Are you saying I need to fly in and take over?”
Oh hell no.
“I’m not saying that at all. Besides, you’d hate the trip. First a flight, then a long drive until you finally get to the one two-lane road leading into town.”
“I’ve been to worse places.”
She gritted her teeth until her jaw ached. An image of Clint paddling her butt struck her. The craving to let go, to stay on the ranch, to simply get relief for a short time struck her so hard she trembled.
“Raven? Talk up, girl.”
The last thing she needed was her father showing up to take over.
“I only need a day or so.”
“Why so long?”
He acted as though she’d asked for another month. “Just let me handle this.”
“Raven, if you’re not up to the task, now’s the time to say so.”
Did his tone hold a hint of disgust, as though she’d already failed him? Why did he continue to make her prove she could handle business as well as any man? She’d proven her worth several times over. He kept on her more than he ever did any of the other executives. If her performance record was like a few of theirs, her butt would’ve been canned long ago. But “the good ol’ boy” network was firmly in place, and she was no boy.
Her gut churned, tension twisting the growing knot in her stomach. “Father, I’ll handle it. You have to back off and let me do my job.”
She’d taken a risk talking to him in such a harsh tone. Sometimes it paid off, and sometimes it didn’t. Her father valued strength, but push him too far and all hell would break loose.
“Fine. You have two days. If you don’t have everything lined up by then, I’ll send David Stanford to take your place.”
David Stanford. Her father’s right-hand man and a giant prick. One of the biggest “ol’ boys” in the company. He was the son her father had always wanted but never had. If anyone came close to being a clone of her father, it was Stanford. Dealing with her father’s right-hand man was almost as bad as dealing with her father.
