He sat on the chair just inside the door and watched her kneel to push up his jeans and pull at his socks.
“Even these are wet,” she marveled as she tugged them off. “I made a hot toddy. You three are going to be sick if you don’t get warm fast.”
His eyes, soft hazel, caressed hers. “Thanks, sounds good. I’ll have some.”
She cupped his cheek. “You’re so cold. Wait. You’ll drink quickly and then we’ll get you stripped.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. “You are sweet.”
If Harry’s hands were big, Will’s were huge. But stiff with cold. “I’m glad you think so.”
“We’ll get to know each other,” he promised as she rose and he waylaid her. “No hurrying with me.”
His forthright words filled her with delight…and longing for him. But what could she say that wouldn’t sound as though she was the town’s newest floozy? “Good to know. With your brothers, I didn’t feel rushed.”
He cocked a long wicked brow. Black-haired like his brothers, he was meatier, heavier, like their prize longhorn.
His very size had her pussy juicing up to take him inside. Just how big could he be?
“Glad you feel that way,” he told her. “They each worried about that.”
From the big bowl, she poured him a cup of the hot grog she’d made an hour ago. She took it to him as he worked on his shirt, undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. “Did they? Had a conference about me, did you, you three?”
He took the cup from her hands and drank a hearty mouthful of the mix of brandy, apple juice and cinnamon. Then he caught her hand and tugged her forward. “Come here, I’ll tell you about it.”
She stepped back. “You will not! You are going into your bedroom and taking the hottest shower you can stand. Then you can come out and recount word for word what you all said about me.”
“Bossy lady, aren’t you?”
“When I want to be,” she admitted. “When I need to be.”
He got to his feet and leaned over her, one hand diving into her hair, his mouth finding her ear. “We’ll let you be.”
“Really?” She laughed as he nuzzled her ear and yet held himself away from her so as not to get her wet. Too bad, she was already, in ways that had nothing to do with his clothes. “I’ve already been told I can’t come without one of you making love to me.”
He let her go then, chuckling, and backed toward the hall. His jeans gaped open, leaving her a scrumptious view of an inch of tanned taut flesh. “Is that so? Well, then you know that in some things, you can have your way. We’ll pamper the hell out of you. But in other things? Like good fucking?”
She admired his playful demeanor as he paused in the hallway to examine her head to toe. “Yes. Tell me, Will. What will you do?”
“I think you know by now, we intend to have you. Often. Our way.”
“And my payoff is many happy orgasms?” She was chiding him, thrilled with the implication but not so enthralled by the concept of being submissive to one man, let alone three.
“That,” he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “and more.”
“What if I—” She began to ask the question that had nagged at her since her self-examination earlier this afternoon.
“What?” He whirled around, deeper down the hall now so that she could no longer see into the kaleidoscope of his fabulous eyes. “What if you can’t handle it? Us? All three?” He grinned. “You can.”
How did these men know her mind?
“Precisely. What if you learn I don’t want more than one good roll in the hay?”
“But you do.”
She stomped her foot. “Stop that! What if I become your worst nightmare? A crazy lady at your door?”
“I’ve met that kind of woman. They are never ladies. And any who showed up here got turned away.”
“Why? Isn’t that the kind of female you would really want here? Horny? Always ready?”
He hooted. “No ma’am! Been there. Did that. Learned that was not the lady I want in my house loving me.”
“But any other woman is going to want more than good lovin’. She’ll demand love, marriage and babies. You don’t want that.”
“Who says?”
“But—”
“You don’t want that. Not yet. Do you?” he asked on a whisper. “But when you do, you better believe we three boys want you to come knocking on our door first.”
And then he disappeared into his bedroom.
Leaving her there to marvel and chuckle at what fortune had brought her.
No looking a gift horse in the mouth, Cara. She rubbed her hands together and did a little two-step to the stove.
I love gifts.
Chapter Seven
Dinner had more banter and laughter than Cara could remember at any table she’d sat at. Three men, tired, freshly showered, handsome with their beautiful stormy eyes and wet dark hair sat and told her stories of riding their land. Saving their livestock from flood and rain. Mending a broken fence as best they could and hoping that the rain stopped soon.
Cara understood challenge and loss even if she had never lived on a ranch and had no firsthand knowledge of how to raise cattle. The talk fascinated her. The men did too.
At the circular table, the men seemed to honor her and each other. There were no snide remarks or back-stabbing, both practices she was long familiar with in New York and Paris fashion. She was certain, because she heard it from her friends, that this was so in other industries too. Not here.
She smiled as Will detailed a story about one recalcitrant bull who refused to come to higher ground this morning. She laughed as Jed told them they better be ready tomorrow if the rain stopped.
“Ready for what?” she asked, her wineglass to her lips.
“We’ll have to get out there fast so the beeves don’t head back toward the low ground. We couldn’t mend all those fences in that downpour today.”
“That means you all should get your rest tonight,” she concluded.
The three men checked each other’s eyes, then smiled at her.
Jed was the first to chuckle. “Tired, are you, baby?”
She sat back in her chair, amused but more concerned for their welfare. “Aside from the fact that I’m trying to be rational here, I have every right to be tired, don’t you agree?”
Harry shook his head and laughed. “She’s got us there.”
“You three must be exhausted too,” she declared. When no one answered, she put down her wineglass and gave them the gimlet eye. “Come on. You’ve been frozen and worked your asses off all day and you’re looking at more of the same tomorrow. So do not tell me that one of you has a little side activity in mind tonight.”
Jed pursed his lips.
Harry clenched his jaw.
Will gazed directly into her eyes and smiled. Sweetly too. “You’re right, honey. We need to go to bed. Not think of doing things in it other than sleeping.”
“Right,” Jed declared, eyeing Will.
“Agreed.” Harry rose to his feet as he nodded at Will. “We’ll help you clear the dishes, darlin’.”
“I can do this.” She shooed them away, wondering if what they were really doing was setting up Will for his first time with her. Part of her, her pussy to be exact, did not object. But her brain, her good common sense, said she was ready for a solid night’s sleep.
“I told you both,” Will lightly complained to the others, “she can be bossy.”
Jed snorted. “Fine by me.”
Harry took plates to the sink and the dishwasher. “Me too.”
Then the two older brothers seemed to disappear into thin air. Will stuck around, putting the rest of her marinara away in the fridge, drying the big pots and pans and polishing the wineglasses.
Their conversation was all small talk, light and practical.
“Dinner was good. Where’d you learn to cook like that?”
“I did a summer internship in Milan when I was in colleg
e.”
“Is that right? Milan, Italy?”
“Yep.” She picked up another large pot and scrubbed the innards. “I thought I wanted to be an art historian, then realized I liked the study of fabrics more.”
“Hunh. How about that?”
“Something else you didn’t know about me.”
“What?” He looked too innocent to be true.
She chuckled. “I know you three have asked around about me. From someone, maybe a lot of someones here in town, you have gleaned a knowledge of who I am.”
“We liked you before you got stuck in front of our gate.”
“Makes me feel special.”
“You are.”
“Because you think I could handle three men? What gives you that idea?”
“People don’t change too much. As a kid, you were always smiling. Whistling in the street. Playing with that little dog of yours.”
“Little Bit,” she said her toy terrier’s name. “You remember him?”
“You. We remembered you with him. He’d do cartwheels on the sidewalk. Damnedest thing I ever saw. You trained him to do that.”
“I did.” She recalled with pride how the tiny white dog would bark and almost smile at her when she gave him treats for his cartwheels.
“We three liked you even when you played pranks on us.”
“Still doesn’t explain how you think the four of us might…be compatible.”
“We wagered that you were right for us. End of story.”
“I must exhibit some extraordinary trait that—”
“You want a man who adores you.”
His statement was part question.
She stared at him. “I do,” she admitted.
“And you have a generous heart.”
“Come on, Will. You can’t read that in the newspaper. Can’t get that from anyone but my best friends or my—” She came to a dead stop. Aunt Bree?
“Any woman,” he declared as though it was law, “who moves to town, opens up a new business but gives one day a week at the local senior citizens’ center is a kind soul.”
This was in-depth research she assumed no man capable of. Let alone three bachelors with reputations for wild lovin’. And all of this was to interest her. “You three have been busy.”
His hazel eyes faceted into a glittering glow. “We did the best we could.”
She grinned at him. “I’d say you did a really good job.”
“Thanks.” He raised his long brows at her, then turned away to put his pot in the cabinet.
“How do you think it’ll pay off?”
He faced her then, his gaze scorching her as he came near and took her in his arms. His body, oh boy, was the solid rock of Gibraltar, all right. And since he’d come in from the cold, he had muscle and sinew that roared with warm fires. Including his cock. Nestled right there where it ought to be against her pleading pussy.
Before he even kissed her, her eyes were closing. Her hands were urging him nearer. Her leg was wrapping around one of his and she was whimpering.
“God, honey, you are on fire.” His lips were in her hair, his giant hands cupping her ass and molding her to his groin. “Say you’ll have me.”
She ripped at his shirt. “Hurry.”
He cursed as he stripped her. “No bra. I knew it. Damn, I wanted a taste of these breasts yesterday. Lucky Jed. Happy Harry.”
She laughed, then groaned as Will sank a hand down the front of her jeans and caught a handful of her mound.
“Hmm. No panties either. Convenient.” Then with a delicacy she did not expect from such a hefty man, he sank two fingers inside her cunt.
She swooned, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Will, my god. Your fingers are so thick.”
“Wait’ll you feel what else I’ve got for you,” he promised and picked her up in his arms. “Come over and let me take a taste of this horny little body.”
He put her on the kitchen table, yanked off her jeans and pinned her to the circular expanse with one hand to her tummy. “Perfect skin.”
Creaming madly for him, she tried to open her thighs to let him see her red pussy, but he clamped her legs together. “When I say, not before.”
She moaned. Eager. Hungry. Swelling and hot. “You can’t make me wait.”
“No? Who says? You?”
His words were gruff but his face was sweetly taunting. “Yeah, me.”
“Oh baby. You do need taming.” He ran his open hands over her mouth, her throat and down her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she cried out. “Want more of that, huh?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Too bad.”
“No. Why?” she pleaded.
“Your two girls already partied today with Harry. I’m here to give you other things.”
“Yeah?” she whispered, her hands going to his crotch and the big bulge that strained the denim there. “Can I name what I want?”
He barked in laughter, his gaze on hers and said, “No.”
“Oh,” she cooed and wiggled in expectation. “Goody.”
He threw back his head then and laughed, and when he stopped, he was dead serious and she was dead crazy with want.
She swallowed hard as he released the belt buckle of his jeans, then slowly unzipped them. At once, his red cock sprang out, headed right for her pussy.
Her mouth dropped open. Jed had been big and Harry, ever so. But…but Will’s shaft was…amazing.
“You think I can take you?”
He palmed his length, his expression sultry. “You want to try?”
She tried to get nearer to him by moving her hips forward.
He grinned. “So eager. I love it.”
“Reward me.”
He took hold of her inner thighs and yanked them wide. “I’d say you smell like you need me.”
She bit her lip. Her pussy pleaded to be filled. “I do. I am swimming in cream. Try me. Taste me. Feel me.”
His eyes narrowed. “Begging me?”
“If that’s what it takes to make you fuck me.”
“Begging is good. I like begging.” He seemed in no damn hurry, but ran a fingertip down the exposed edge of one of her folds. “I like your pussy too. I’ll like watching you gobble me up.” He put the flat of his hand against her mound and massaged.
She undulated with his rhythmic touch. “Do it.”
“Ready to squeeze me inside?”
“Yes!”
He arched up, changed the angle of his body and hit her pussy with the flat of his hand.
She squealed in delight. This spanking was a thrilling sensation that made her cunt pulse and swell. “Again!”
“Spank this pretty pussy again?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Cuz I need you. Need your hand on me.”
He hit her a bit harder this time. The tingle was a warmer glow. She wiggled to get nearer, almost off the edge of the table now. But she cared only about having him, his hand on her fast and soon.
He arched a brow and serviced her with another blow. “Like this?”
“I do.”
“Anyone ever spanked this wet pussy before?”
“No. Never.”
“Good. Mine to tame then.”
“Yes.”
He grinned and slapped her with the flat of his hand. She rolled her head, her channel gushing with so much cream that he exclaimed, “Never saw a woman so hot to have my cock.”
She cuffed him. “Then reward me, damn you.”
He dug in his jeans pocket, extracted a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. Laughing, he grabbed her hips and thrust so far inside her that she screamed.
And he held, sunk inside her, her head flung back, her body arched in ecstasy until she could swear she felt him to the roots of her hair. More, she felt the extraordinary girth of him. Jesus Christ, was he reaming her good. Every woman’s wild-ass fantasy of a man’s huge cock that rubbed and scraped every sensitive inch of her demanding cunt. She wr
ithed, tipping up her hips, commanding him, urging him to ram her, fuck her like they both deserved after such a long, hard day.
Breathless, his cock still buried deep inside her very happy pussy, he pulled her to him and in one long groan shuddered with his own orgasm. He clasped her to him, murmuring raunchy little love words. Then he gave her a huge smacker of a kiss and rolled to one side. He broke away, stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. Then he bent, hauled her up in his arms and strode with her down the hall toward his bedroom.
“You’re mine tonight. All night. And I want to fuck you again. Maybe more than once. You up for that?” he asked as he shouldered closed his door.
She giggled, kissed his cheek. “I have a choice?”
“Sometimes, yeah.” He set her down on top of his mattress, his heavy body pressing her sweetly down into the depths. “I want to party with you. Discover your pussy with my mouth. And tongue your breasts. Want me to?”
“Oh do I.”
Licking her lips as he rose, she caught his hand. “Tell me something first.”
He opened a drawer and caught up a handful of condoms, then came back to her to spread her thighs with his leg. “If I can.”
“How can there be no jealousy among you three?” She had to be certain about this with each man, not ever wanting to come between brothers. Especially ones so respectful of one another.
His dark winged brows drew together. “We worked at it. We trust each other, simple as that. Why do you ask?”
“Because you have such a great relationship, I wouldn’t want to be the cause of any friction among you.”
“You won’t.”
“How can you sound so sure? I mean I worry, you know, that I—”
He caught her chin and held her still. “Listen up, honey. You belong to all three of us now. There is no competition.”
“Even if I spend the night here with you?”
“Even if.”
“But how can that be?” She was flabbergasted. “I’ve never known men like that.”
“You know us now.” He grinned, so self-satisfied.
“What do I know? What?”How could they be so calm, so assured about her?
“That we MacRaes know how to share.”
“One woman?” she exclaimed. He was smoking something!
“One special woman.”
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