Will’s brows knit. “What’s wrong?”
Her heartstrings tugged. Sensitive Will MacRae.
Jed shook his head, his mouth in a straight line. “Yes, you can have a drink. What would you like and why are we having a powwow?”
“I’d like scotch, neat, two fingers,” she told them. “And we are talking because if we four are going to have any kind of quality relationship the way you imply you want with me, then you are going to have to be square with me about how and why I am here.”
“Not obvious?” Harry asked as he entered the kitchen, settled back against the granite counter and gazed at her with curiosity.
“Some of your interest is quite obvious. We like each other. We like the look and—”
“The touch and feel of each other,” Will finished.
Harry laughed, devilry in his eyes. “You are one smoking hot lady.”
“Thanks. You boys are…quite incomparable.”
Harry crossed his arms, then put one foot in front of the other. “Incomparable. I could get used to that.”
The other men smiled.
“But?” Will pressed.
“I came here tonight because I enjoy your company. I want it. I think I might even need it.”
Jed gave her that half-smile of his. “We need you. Want you. Want to keep you.”
“I know.” A wash of sexual desire flooded her bloodstream. “I need to be certain why I’m doing this.”
Harry stared at her. “Okay. Shoot.”
“Evidently, from pieces and bits of this and that, you three can say that you know who I am. Like your dance class instructor, all this seems to be very hush-hush. Okay. If you won’t tell me now, I will learn. Small point to me at the moment and even a bit irrelevant who told you. What concerns me more is that you took the time and trouble to do this.”
“How is learning about you a bad thing?” Will asked.
“The fact that you do know makes me alternately feel cherished and madly sexy, grateful and delighted. Or…”
“Or…?” Will urged.
“Stalked. Trapped. A bird in your cage. And I cannot be that for you. Not any one of you. And certainly not all three of you. I was confined once. I got loose and it has taken me awhile to learn how to fly solo again.”
“All right,” Jed said. “Here it is. You know the situation in the county.”
“The demographics,” she said. “I do. But this is you, all of you, and me we’re talking about.”
Jed went for the liquor cabinet, poured her scotch and came back to set the glass in her hands. “News travels in a small town. Gossips are one thing. Relatives, and you have some here, are another. So we knew you had gotten married. Knew you got divorced too. And then we learned he was the worst kind of scum.”
“Aunt Bree told you this?” She took a drink, loving the warmth of it amid the cool craziness of the topic.
“No. Joel Winthrop,” Will told her. “Your cousin. Just in passing. Then, later, we saw you had bought the store next to your Aunt Bree’s on Main Street.”
“How could you know that?” she asked.
“Land records and purchases are listed in the county newspaper. Someone decided to write an article about the new businesswoman coming to town. Even the chamber of commerce did a bio. So not only were you no stranger to us, but we now had the recent news.”
Harry nodded. “We knew you were coming. We knew what you looked like, what you did for a living, had done, and we even had a good idea what your bank balance might look like.”
She was pleased, proud, wary all at the same time. “Wow. The power of the local community at work, huh?”
“You bet,” Jed said. “And then we began to talk among us about how you used to try to get our attention whenever we drove into town. You used to stare at us. One day in August, you and Eva put glue on our truck seats while we were in the feed store.”
She giggled and then clapped a hand to her mouth. “You were stuck there for over two hours, Jed, until Harry came from home to unstick you. Why didn’t you just wiggle out of your jeans?”
“You wish,” Jed groaned.
“You were a pesky kid.” Harry grinned. “All grown-up though and in our midst, we thought we would see if you might like us. One of us. Maybe. Two of us, better. Three, best of all. Cuz we are one for all here in this family. And lo and behold, honey, you liked us.”
“I did. I do. But did you redo the house just for me?”
“Not initially,” Harry told her. “But we did time the renovations for your arrival back in Bravado. We were planning on throwing a housewarming party and inviting you to come. Hoped we might strike up a friendship. Even see if you might be open to a little one-on-one.”
She tipped her head to and fro. “And then we met by accident and you learned that I was certainly open to one-on-one, over and over again.”
“That made you even more special to us,” Will told her.
Harry made an agonizing noise. “We had had our fill of women who fell into bed with us for our looks or our reputations.”
She choked on laughter. “No foolin’?”
“None,” Harry confirmed, dead earnest. “Sex is good. Bodies are meant to be used, but a woman has to have more than a…”
She widened her eyes at them. “A wet pussy?”
“Yeah,” Harry continued. “We want a woman in bed with us who has some other goodies going on. A brain, some ambition and a sense of humor.”
Jed watched her carefully. “You caught our attention when you were a kid. Now that you are all grown-up, we wanted to see if you could still like us. Want us. And we wanted to see if you had as much fun and spunk to you now. If you were willing to be with us, even in bed.”
“Being attracted to you three has always been,” she shivered, “magnetic. Natural. Easy.”
“But?” Will asked when silence filled the room.
She took a large draught of her scotch. The spirits gave her courage for this last. “I don’t want to be a convenient lay.”
“No woman does,” Will declared.
“And I don’t want you to think I’m a horny broad who can let each of you have me any time you’re ready.”
Jed inhaled, his face fretful. “If we rushed you when you were here—”
“You didn’t. I made love to you, each of you, willingly every time. And I enjoyed each man for everything he showed me, everything we did together.”
The three of them now wore shit-eating grins.
She had to burst out laughing.
She crossed her arms and got back her train of thought. “I want us to be honest with each other about what we want out of this and what we’re getting.”
Each man agreed to that.
“What do you want out of this?” Jed asked, his voice gruff with need.
“I want a relationship with each of you that has the chance to blossom. I want any one of you to say immediately when it doesn’t. And we will stop. I want to be able to enjoy you honestly without that possessiveness I saw in Jed the other day. If I’m in bed with you, I’m there because I want to be. I’m yours.”
Each man sucked in his breath.
“I’m not any other man’s. You will find if you do not know already that I am a traditional kind of woman. I want honesty and loyalty in my relationships. I want tenderness and reason, passion and acceptance. If I can be that for one of you or two of you or three of you, I’m yours. No one else’s.”
“We agree to that, Cara,” Jed said.
“No question,” Harry followed.
“Absolutely,” added Will.
“But above all that, I am my own woman. Free to come and go as I wish. Free to love each of you when I wish or not. Is that a condition you understand? Or am I nutty to think it possible?”
“You’re not crazy, honey,” Will seemed to croon to her, joy dancing in his hazel eyes. “That’s exactly what we hoped you could want and do.”
She tilted her head to one side, almost incredulous. “Really? It is?
”
“It is.” Will scanned her figure. “Finished with your drink?”
“Yes.” She held out her glass to him.
“Are there more things we need to settle?”
“Just one thing.”
“What?”
”Why are the bathroom and my bedroom so huge?”
“Why do you think, darlin’?”
Realization of what he confirmed hit her like a ton of bricks. But her pussy gushed with joy and her nipples blossomed. “You mean, you thought you’d all like to make love to me at once?”
“Whenever you are ready, darlin’. Yes.”
Chapter Eleven
“Now,” she told them, her voice oddly deep and rough to her own ears. “I want you now.”
Each man took a step forward.
She thrust out a hand. It shook. “Let me do this. Please.”
Jed’s nostrils flared in need.
Harry stepped back.
Will clenched his hands.
“Oh you three are as charming as boys. I can hardly bear it.”
“Yeah?” Jed muttered in devilish challenge. “No boys here, baby.”
“Let’s just see, shall we?” She toed off her fancy high-heeled boots, then slowly undid her cotton blouse with one hand, the other going to her belt buckle. When she’d gone home to her apartment, she’d taken a quick shower and shampoo to wash the perspiration and smoke from the Two Step off her body. She was going to them ready for a good talk—and maybe more. And to provide spice to the visit, she packed in her overnight bag three new pieces of silk and lace she really adored.
White lacey wisps of a bra surrounded her large breasts. A skinny, crotchless white panty of the same ethereal stuff. And a white lace garter on her right thigh.
As she shrugged out of her blouse and let it fall to the floor, she was rewarded with the rapt attention of three sets of eyes on her breasts.
“There is more,” she promised them, loving her own aggressiveness, her way forward fueled by guts and desire. Then she wiggled out of her jeans. Both items pooled at her feet.
All three men stepped right up to her. Sinking one hand in Jed’s hair, she took his mouth and made love to him with lavish kisses. Her breasts became painful points, drilling into his chest.
He caught her close but she pushed away. And he let her go.
She turned to Harry and pressed right up against his rock-hard body, rubbing her breasts and taking his hands to her hips where she tipped up to grind his steely cock against her pussy. At their contact, her channel ran with a river of cream.
She caught her breath. Then went for Will.
His massive, muscular body set her on fire, her need to feel his smooth skin under her hand a savage assault on her hope to remain impartial. She caught his face between her hands and claimed his mouth with her own greedy one.
Humming in abandon, she tore herself away and pushed back from them all. With the deliberate moves of an accomplished stripper, she slowly, painstakingly undid the clasp of her tiny, virginal-looking bra.
Her breasts fell free. The men moved, one foot to the other, restless, teeth bared, nostrils bellowing, ready for a rut.
“Take your clothes off,” she ordered them. “I want to see you. Every inch. Every muscle.” They complied. Not too quickly either. Instead, they gave her a slow, steady reveal that fired her desire to giddy heights. At the sight of their powerful honed chests, she vibrated with a small orgasm. But she needed more.
She pressed a hand to her mound to quell the raging storm inside her as they worked at their zippers. As Harry did so with one yank, the other two made her crazy with deliberate provocation. Their tease had her giving in to the spunky kid inside her who had once played tricks on them to get them to notice her. This time, she didn’t want to glue them to their seats, but to glue them to her. With a swish of her long hair over her shoulder, she undulated, widened her thighs, tipped up her hips and with two fingers to her seam, spread her lips to give them a tiny peek of her juicy pussy.
“That’s it!” Jed seized her hand.
“Come on.” Will and Harry were right behind them as Jed led her into the huge bathroom and on into the bedroom where the lights blazed, soft jazz played and her sexual fantasies now had a good chance of becoming reality.
Will hit a control panel on the wall. The top slid open and he hit a button inside. To her astonishment, the platform on which the huge circular bed sat rose a foot higher.
Her questioning glance had Will giving her a strained smile. “The better to see every inch of you.”
Harry hit another button. This time a closet door swung open. This was a closet that she had tried when she was here and found locked. Inside this storeroom, which looked like any other, stood shelves full of pillows. Huge, oddly shaped ones.
Harry walked inside, then emerged with two and put them next to the mattress on the floor. Inverted v-shaped, they made her mouth water. Cara knew at once that these were meant to support her as they fucked her. Ripples of electric delight zinged up her spine as she envisioned herself lying on her back, her legs draped up over the edges, or as she lay on her tummy to be rammed from behind.
She gulped, pointed a finger at the last and said, “Ohhh I like that one.”
Jed led her up the steps to the bed. Tonight, the men had removed the sumptuous duvet and sheets in beiges and browns. Red was the color of the linens. Red to highlight her skin. And theirs. Red to complement every molten move, every sigh, every gasp of pleasure.
Her lips quivered, her mind swam with visions of delirious hours with them.
She lay down on the mattress, one thigh rubbing the other in a modesty that was more taunt than coy postponement.
“Come here,” she beckoned to Jed, her heart as wild as a bird’s. As he crawled up to hover over her, she trailed her hand down his sculpted abs. The lean arc of his hips. The indentation from his bellybutton to his groin and from there to his long, firm cock. She fisted him, her claim on him swift and ribald. What he had done for her, to her, the first time they joined, she craved again. “Will you eat me? Like before?”
“What one brother gets, the others do too.”
“Whatever you want, I’m yours.” She swallowed hard, up to the sexual challenge in spirit and praying she could deliver physically and not disappoint. “Equal in everything.”
He captured her chin, his thumb rubbing the fullness of her lower lip. “No favorites.”
“All for one.”
“One for all,” he affirmed and sank lower, nuzzling every inch of her with languid control. In her delirium to have her labia kissed and sucked, she noticed that Harry had picked up condoms from the dresser, handed one to Will and the two of them had snapped on the latex.
Jed assaulted her breasts, rubbing the nipples together and biting each one. She gulped, proud he liked her girls, pushing them up into his mouth. But he had her pussy on his mind, thank heavens. He liked to eat. Eat her. Unlike the bastard to whom she’d been married who gave her his mouth maybe twice in the four years they’d been together. But Jed slid down her belly, ravishing every bit of skin as he licked and caressed his way to her polished mound.
The sight of his luminous dark head between her thighs had her grunting in joy while her cunt produced a rush of lube that trickled down her thighs. He parted the flimsy fabric of her crotchless panties and fingered her fiery slit like a tender lover. Sinking two fingers inside her, he caressed her walls and made succulent sounds with her pussy juice.
From the periphery, she sensed how Harry and Will came to the edge of the bed. Naked, cocks bobbing and sheathed to fuck her, she noted how the bed was exactly the right height for them to do her good even as they stood.
Her mouth curled in appreciation for all the tiny details they’d thought of to make this romp a seduction she’d never equal with any other man.
Will caressed the bottom of her left foot, biting the tops of her toes. She yelped, struggling to stay still and not miss a moment while
Jed put his tongue to her clit. Harry, his clever hands around her upper leg where the garter sat, rubbed his knuckles against her inner thigh, making her want his big fingers inside her along with Jed’s tongue. God, she was so lost in their lovemaking.
“Lap up that good cream, bro,” Harry urged Jed as she lifted her hips in offering to his deft and greedy mouth.
Cara bucked. Like lightning, realization hit her that the rapture of three men’s hands on her was a novelty she knew ruined her for any orgy less than this. Go with it. Have it! Embrace it! “I have enough sweet stuff for you, Harry. And Will too.”
She found him at her side and reached out to admire the blue helmet of his cock, wrap her fingers around him and draw him near. The challenge to take Will’s massive tool in her mouth was a feast she was suddenly ravenous to begin. Would he ever let her? Would she ever be able to take all of him down her throat? She’d practice on his brothers. Work for Will’s. Her gaze locked with his, the promise given and accepted as he moved away.
Her attention shifted, swerved as Jed took an open-mouthed journey down her folds from clit to asshole and back up again. “Sweeter than before, baby.”
“I want Harry to have a taste,” she whimpered, afraid with all this attention she was going to come like a banshee before she’d had even one man’s cock inside her.
“Sure.” Jed rolled to one side to let his brother dive in.
Harry’s face was drawn as he crawled up and placed his cock at the entrance to her open pussy. “Gonna take a dip in the pool. See how the water feels.”
And damn him if he didn’t slide right inside her as though he’d been tailored to her cunt. Her fist drove into his shoulder at the intensity of his possession. And he yanked out. “Hell. Makes you want to spill right then and there, my men,” he told his brothers, his cock glistening in the drenched condom as he stood back.
Furious, empty, she decided to show them what was what here. She preened, her fingers drawing open her flesh to let all three of them look and admire.
“Plump lips.” Harry dipped a finger inside to satisfy her for a mere second. “I like the way you take care of them.”
Her mouth trembled.
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