by Lynn Stark
Something deep inside Ellen was screaming for her to run. This new arrival posed a different kind of danger to her. She guessed he was the most serious of the three, while Chance and Chase were lighter, more carefree in nature. Intensity rolled off him in waves.
While Chance and Chase were tall men, this one stood a head taller and his shoulders were wider, which meant the top of her head, even while wearing heels, would only reach those incredible shoulders. He also appeared older than the other two, perhaps closer to her age. Unlike the men he was standing with, he was formally dressed in a black tuxedo, appearing exquisitely handsome, refined, and completely at ease.
It was his eyes that made Ellen feel as if she were a rabbit in an open field, being watched by a hawk in a tree. Prey. She was definitely prey.
Three pairs of eyes were on her as Ellen closed the space between them. Chance and Chase were smiling broadly, obviously pleased by her return. The third man had yet to appear as if he knew how to smile. His features were roughly hewn and set in rigid lines. Ellen shivered as his gunmetal gray eyes swept over her from head to toe.
“Ellen, this is Kane Driscoll.” Chase introduced the man standing between Chance and him.
“Kane, this is Ellen Reed.”
She accepted the large hand extended to her. She felt the calluses as soon as her smaller hand was engulfed by his. It was the hand of a man used to hard physical labor. She had once been well acquainted with the way hands like that felt on her body. She shivered as her hand was released.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ellen,” Kane said in a dark, velvety voice.
Crap. The sound went straight to her throbbing pussy. There seemed to be only one solution to put an end to her misery.
“You as well, Kane,” she returned. “You failed to mention his existence,” Ellen added smoothly, glancing at Chase and Chance.
“Does it make a difference?” Chance asked anxiously.
“It does.”
It made a huge difference to Ellen. Two men with playful natures were enough to tell her she would have a good time in bed with Chase and Chance. Mitch and Jerry had been a lot of fun in bed. They had laughed as often as they had set the sheets on fire with their passion. The addition of the much more intense Kane Driscoll rang all of Ellen’s inner warning bells.
Joining Kane in bed might be taking on more than Ellen was willing to risk. If she was going to take lovers, it would be because she wanted to find relief for this sudden craving she was experiencing, not because she wanted a relationship, which she did not. The loss of her husbands had crushed something inside her. Ellen doubted it could be replaced, repaired, or duplicated. She had had a very special kind of love with her husbands.
Ellen blinked as she realized Chance was speaking. “We didn’t know Kane would arrive in time to make it here to the ball. His flight was delayed in Denver and he told us we should go ahead and go to the ball on our own.”
“Lucky we did, too,” Chase said as he gave her a smile to set Ellen’s heart beating a little quicker. Both Chase and Chance had more charm than she suspected they knew what to do with. At the moment, they were using some of it on her. It was working. She felt herself begin to relax. “Or we wouldn’t have met you.”
“I live in the house behind this one. It was used by the former caretaker. Feel free to make yourselves at home, until I have finished here.”
Ellen was about to turn away to leave them, needing time to come to grips with what she had just set into motion, when Kane stopped her.
“Ellen, I haven’t yet had the pleasure of dancing with you. Would you do me the honor?”
There was only a moment of hesitation on Ellen’s part before she accepted the arm offered to her. Bodies parted for them as they made their way onto the dance floor. The strains of a waltz swirled around them as Kane masterfully led her into the steps of the dance. Ellen was impressed by his skill. There was no fumbling, no hesitation. The music being played during the night was an eclectic selection, most of which had been created within the past fifty or sixty years. Kane danced to the waltz as if it had been created just for him, for them. Glancing up at him was a mistake. Those dark gray eyes were intense, penetrating, with a hint of calculation. He was once again looking at Ellen as if she were prey.
One night. That was all the time Ellen decided she needed to alleviate the desires she had kept buried for so long. One night and they would go their separate ways. She didn’t know what they were doing in Silver, other than attending the ball as Colt Redford’s guests, and she didn’t care. One night was all she wanted with Kane, Chase, and Chance. It didn’t worry her that they were complete strangers. If they were associated with Colt, that meant they had been vetted by him. Colt would know every detail of their lives and that was enough for Ellen.
Ellen excused herself, making her escape once Kane thanked her for the dance. She was breathless by the time she reached the kitchen, where everyone was working diligently. It was difficult to keep her mind on what needed to be done. Fortunately, she wasn’t actually needed to work. It was the same for Randall. They made periodic checks, but left the running of the kitchen to those hired to do it. She checked on the dining room one last time before she felt as if she could leave.
No one looked up from what they were doing in the kitchen as Ellen passed through. She dodged people as they hurried from one place to another. Going into the room off the kitchen, she took her coat from the closet and kicked off the shoes she wore, her feet more than happy to have them replaced by heavy boots. Grabbing the shoes and the hem of the gown she wore, she left the manor by the rear door.
The sidewalk through the grounds to the caretaker’s cottage had been cleared and allowed for Ellen to move quickly along it. Building excitement overcame any guilt she felt for leaving the ball early. Randall was still there, enjoying the night with his lovers and the staff was well trained. She would text Randall to let him know she would be occupied elsewhere. She knew she would have to put up with his teasing, because she knew he had seen her dancing with the three men, but he wouldn’t mind that she had left.
As she let herself into the cottage, Ellen took off the coat and hung it up. She tossed the boots into the bottom of the closet. She went into the living room to turn on two of the lamps, giving the room a warm glow.
Energized by anticipation, Ellen hurried up the stairs. Once in her bedroom, she began to undress. She wanted a shower before the men arrived—if they arrived—because it would do a lot to help her relax. It was something she needed to do, because she felt as if she was about to snap in half.
Grateful for the side zipper, she slid it down and peeled the gorgeous dress off, carrying it to the closet to hang it up. She had worn the gown in a charity fashion show put on by the Kimura brothers, Teddy and Wesley. For men who claimed to have retired from the fashion world, they seemed to still be fully involved in it. They had given her the gown as a gift, something she appreciated.
Wrapping her hair in a towel, Ellen stepped into the shower and washed quickly, using a body wash that would leave her skin feeling soft and silky. She trembled as she imagined strong hands gliding over her body.
Once out of the shower Ellen dried quickly and pulled the towel from her hair. She brushed it out, pleased when it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She didn’t bother to reapply her makeup. If they didn’t like the soft lines beginning to form at the corners of her eyes, giving a hint at her age, too bad. She was a woman beginning the prime years of her life, not a girl just starting out. Ellen chuckled. There would be no false advertising here.
Opening the door into the bedroom, Ellen turned off the bathroom light and came up short as she saw the three men undressing. Her gaze bounced off of each of them. Lordy, if it wasn’t the hottest sight she had seen in a very long time. Faded memories hadn’t prepared her for what she was seeing. Her pussy, already aching for what was to come, began to throb and clench, her juices beginning to flow.
“Hey, honey,” Cha
se greeted, his bright green gaze sliding smoothly over her body until it, she guessed, reached the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
“Hey,” Ellen returned weakly, trying to regain her scattered senses. Although she had known they would likely show up, walking out and discovering them in her bedroom had certainly caught her off guard. Gathering her wits, she walked toward the bed, not singling one of the men out.
Before she reached the bed, Kane was there to remove the decorative pillows piled high against the headboard, tossing them carelessly to the floor on the opposite side. Then he was peeling back the mocha and turquoise bedspread, turning back to Ellen with the lift of a dark brow.
Ellen didn’t know if there was a sexy way to crawl onto the tall bed. She put her foot on the wooden step beside it, trying to appear sexily confident as she got onto the mattress and headed for the center of the bed.
Self-consciousness really set in as she waited for the three men to finish undressing. Ellen leaned back against the remaining pillows and the tall headboard. Her gaze didn’t know where to settle. Chance, Kane, and Chase were about as perfectly formed as men could be. She noticed scars here and there, causing her to wonder about the stories behind each. Rippling muscles, tanned skin, and trails of hair below their navels both tantalized and intrigued her.
When Chase placed something on the table beside the bed, Ellen felt the relief sweep through her body. While she hadn’t gotten to the point of asking about protection, she would never have gotten so lost in the moment to forget to do so. Having had her tubes tied after a difficult pregnancy with her second child, she couldn’t get pregnant. But there were many other things she did want to avoid.
Chance climbed up on the bed to stretch out beside Ellen. Chase took the space on the opposite side. When she would have expected Kane to join them, she watched as he seated himself in the upholstered chair a few feet from the bed. Her gaze roamed over him. He was relaxed, confident, as he sat there naked, his impressive erection resting against his body. So, she thought, Kane was going to watch the action on the bed. A now familiar thrill ran through her. Mitch and Jerry used to take turns watching the other make love to her.
Ellen’s thoughts of the past scattered to the wind as warm hands began touching her body. They were on her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. Hot breath caressed the skin of her neck and shoulder as they began to kiss and nuzzle, their tongues sweeping out to lick at her skin. Her nipples, already hard, puckered until they were painful.
A long, low moan escaped her when Chase took a nipple into his mouth to begin sucking at it. Ellen’s back arched, offering him more. Strong teeth gripped it, tugging slightly, before releasing it to stroke it with his tongue. Chase’s hand stroked and molded her other breast.
When the mattress shifted, Ellen opened her eyes to see Chance moving toward her feet. She watched through her lashes as he took her ankles and spread them wide. Her heart began to pound against her ribs as he moved between them. Chance seemed to know she was watching him, because he looked along the length of her body to wink and give her a mischievous grin.
In the next moment Chance lowered his head to place his open mouth over the center of her heat, his tongue sliding between the swollen folds of her sex to find her clitoris. The rigid nub of flesh was ultrasensitive, causing her hips to jerk when Chance’s tongue touched it lightly.
Ellen knew her orgasm was only a breath away. Chase blocked her view of what was happening between her legs when he moved enough so he could suck her other nipple into his mouth. Her hands lifted. One went to rest on his shoulder, the fingers of the other sinking into his dark brown hair. She held on tightly as she closed her eyes once again, focusing solely on what was being done to her body by the two men.
Her body began to undulate with the ever-growing waves of pleasure radiating over her body. Moaning, she tried to hold onto her control. It was a tenuous thing. She was so close, but hadn’t yet reached the point of no return. It frustrated her and her body tensed. Lifting her legs, she slid them over Chance’s broad shoulders and pulled. If that wasn’t a hint for him to stop his playing, she didn’t know what was. She needed for him to be inside her. Maybe that would enough to shove her over the edge and into oblivion.
Chance had other plans. His tongue stabbing into the center of Ellen’s throbbing heat, before sliding back up and over her clit, did the trick. Her back arched off the mattress and she screamed as pleasure exploded through her. It was so intense it was almost painful. Golden stars and flashes of light burst behind her eyelids as she inhaled a stuttering breath.
Collapsing onto the mattress, Ellen felt boneless. Warm lips continued to pull at the cream-covered flesh between her thighs, licking and sucking it away. Her thighs quivered one last time.
There wasn’t one part of Ellen that ever wanted to move again. She was replete. Satisfaction had been achieved and she knew from past experience it would take a lot to stoke the fires of her passion again.
That didn’t mean she would mind the effort Chance and Chase put into trying, she thought as she opened her eyes. Chance licked from her pussy to her belly button, a devilish expression on his face. Ellen smiled at him. The tip of his tongue dipped into the depression, teasing her, before moving upward. Their bodies were pressed together, from ankle to chest.
They were face to face. Chase had moved away. She heard foil being torn. Chance left her with a brief kiss to the lips. Seconds later the bed dipped. She was expecting to see Chase at the foot of the bed, but it was Kane. He kneeled between her ankles and looked down at her. Her gaze slid over the magnificent hair-covered torso to the cock thrusting toward her from his groin.
Ellen was all but abandoned when Chase and Chance went to kneel on either side of Kane. She watched with intense interest as they bent to kiss and lick the wide head of Kane’s cock, mouthing it together, licking at the pre-cum leaking steadily from the slit. Their moans blended with hers. It was one of the hottest sights she had ever seen. Mitch and Jerry had been straight. They hadn’t ever engaged in any kind of sexual act with one another. This took her into a new realm with infinite possibilities.
Bringing up her knees, Ellen spread them, her hand going to the wet flesh between them. Her fingers played with the swollen lips of her sex, tugging, squeezing, until she felt a spark in the remaining embers of her passion. She stroked her clitoris as she watched Chance worked his way down the length of Kane’s cock. Chase’s head was turned so that he could give his attention to Kane’s balls.
Lifting her gaze from the erotic sight, Ellen found herself looking into eyes so dark they were nearly black. The desire there penetrated her. Kane didn’t need to say a word to her to communicate how much he wanted her.
A touch to the heads of the men making love to his cock and balls was his signal for them to stop what they were doing. They did so reluctantly, looking up at him with pleading expressions on their faces. Kane kissed each on the mouth and sent them away with the flick of his hand. They went, abandoning the bed. Chase gave him the condom and Kane rolled it on. Then he was lowering himself over her, taking her hand and placing it over her head, before he guided the head of his cock to the opening of her cream-filled channel. As he slid into her, his thick flesh stretching her, Kane let the weight of his body settle upon her. His wide chest pressed against her breasts. Lifting her legs enough to slide them over his calves, it changed the angle of her pelvis, allowing his penetration to deepen.
“Beautiful Ellen,” Kane murmured just before he captured her mouth with his. Their mouths locked together, Ellen opening to the masterful thrust of Kane’s tongue. It stroked over hers, teasing and delighting her, until she responded with a passion equal to his. Kane groaned, withdrawing briefly to nip at her lower lip, pulling it slightly, before taking her mouth once more.
As he kissed her with the most erotic skill imaginable, taking her breath away, Kane’s cock pushed in and withdrew slowly, as if he realized some time had passed since Ellen
had been with a man. Once she relaxed completely beneath him, Kane became more intense, his cock driving deep, the head rubbing her in all the right places. When he did so, she would whimper into his mouth and lift her hips, begging for more.
Wrapping her arms around Kane, Ellen was lost to desire, hoping to never be found again.
Chapter Two
Long legs and arms were wrapped around Kane as he fucked the beautiful woman writhing beneath him. He was trying not to let his emotions get involved, but it proved difficult. There was something about Ellen, beyond being incredibly sexy, drawing him to her on an emotional level.
Kane was known for being aloof, almost unemotional, with the exception of Chase and Chance. To them he gave his heart and soul. They meant everything to him.
With practiced ease, Kane shifted their positions, rolling until Ellen was on top of him. Her delighted giggle made him smile as she straddled him. She clamped her knees against his sides.
His gaze roamed over her torso as Ellen lifted her arms to put her hands behind her head. Her full breasts were pulled high, their dark, wine-colored nipples tilted slightly upward. She bit her lower lip as she began riding the length of his cock, her soft heat engulfing him. The cream of her arousal trickled down to his balls. He inhaled her scent, the scent of sex, and the combined scents of their bodies. He watched the bounce of her breasts. The movement so fascinated Kane that he released his grip on her hips to cover her breasts with his hands. The rigid nipples poked at his palms. He rubbed them, knowing the calluses would be rough against the sensitive nubs.
Smiling when Ellen whimpered again, arching her back to press her breasts into his palms, Kane rubbed her nipples harder, creating friction, dragging his palms against them until they pulled and slipped from beneath the heels of his hands. Ellen’s body language was telling. She began to ride him faster, rocking her hips, grinding down hard. He knew what she was up to. She was attempting to stroke her clit against him. Reaching between her legs, he found her clit and began tugging it. She yelped, her body jerking. Kane pinched her nipple with his other hand, alternating between it and the ultra-sensitive flesh nestled in the folds of her swollen, soaked sex.
