by Jan Springer
Soon the suctioning sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, his brothers’ groans of arousal and Callie’s sensual whimpers split the air as the three men made love to her.
Breathing harshly at the awesome sight, Luke’s eyelids became heavy with lust, and he could barely contain the chills of pleasure raking through his own penis as he imagined himself thrusting into Callie.
Each powerful plunge of Cade’s cock between Callie’s luscious, eager lips made Luke groan as he recalled the satiny feel of her hot mouth devouring his erection.
Every solid thrust of Colter’s thick erection into her suctioning pussy had Luke’s hands massaging harder at the length of his engorged flesh.
And each aroused groan from Mac, who by the way his eyes were closed tightly with bliss, was experiencing quite the erotic pleasure merely lying there with his penis buried inside Callie’s oh so tight ass while he enjoyed the movements of Colter thrusting in and out of her, had Luke crying out his own gratification as his orgasm drew closer.
He watched his three brothers make love to his wife and saw Callie’s lips move sensuously around Cade’s cock. She stiffened as she neared her orgasm.
Every nerve and fiber inside him short-circuited from the erotic show.
His body grew taut with desire.
His balls were terribly tight, heavy and full as his fingers kneaded and squeezed them.
Perspiration dampened his skin.
Callie whimpered as Colter’s hips heaved, his cock plunging in and out of her like a piston.
Luke’s hands increased their pressure around his own rod trying desperately to climax himself.
But he couldn’t do it.
Not without Callie.
He needed her so badly it hurt.
He cried out in anguish and suddenly Colter was standing in front of him, his cock ready to burst as he urged him toward Callie who lay writhing on the bed, her fingers desperately massaging her wet clit as she attempted to bring herself off.
Obviously, she couldn’t climax without him either.
With his legs shaking so badly from pent-up emotion, Luke could barely scramble onto the bed to get to his love.
When she saw him coming to her the anguish of unfulfillment left her face, and she smiled around Cade’s cock, once again eagerly sucking and bringing his brother closer to release.
Luke came over Callie, savoring the sight of her cream of arousal branding the insides of her thighs.
His thumb pushed hers away and he slid easily against her engorged red clitoris, slick with the juices of her cream.
Her hands came up and curled over his shoulders, her nails raking painfully against his back as she pulled him down upon herself and Mac.
He kept his eyes glued to her flushed face as he thrust his cock into her tight pussy.
Watched the way her mouth opened in a tortured gasp as she climaxed instantly.
She bucked like a wild woman gone mad, screaming out his name as her pussy muscles wrapped so tightly around the heated length of his penis that Luke thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
He powered his cock harder into her soaked pussy.
In and out.
Faster.
Deeper.
Until he had her crying out, over and over.
Her climaxes were long and hard.
Feral.
One after the other they slammed into her.
She writhed beneath him, weeping out her pleasures as his cock continued to piston into her tight, triple-penetrated body in long and hard thrusts.
Soon he heard Colter cry out his release, quickly followed by Mac and then Cade’s shout of release.
When his brothers’ climaxes slowed and Callie’s orgasm weakened, he exploded inside her, giving himself into a killing pleasure that urged him to call out the name of his lover as he spilled his hot sperm into her warm and welcoming body.
Chapter Twelve
Perspiration covered Callie’s flesh as Cade removed his spent cock from her mouth.
He’d tasted wonderful.
Hot and sticky.
Salty and sweet.
A wonderful combination she knew she wanted to experience again.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as a moment later Luke rolled off her and helped her to get off Mac, whose large, hard cock had impaled her ass beautifully.
She knew what they’d experienced together had been something awesome.
And she’d experienced the wildest orgasm ever when Luke had finally thrust inside her.
She’d tried to climax with Colter’s huge rod plunging into her eager pussy, had hung on the edge of bliss, but when Luke had entered her, he’d been the one to push her over that carnal edge.
He’d made her tumble into something so darkly erotic she knew she wanted to experience a triple penetration again.
She had to admit this Claiming Law wasn’t as bad as she’d first imagined.
With willing partners, it would be a beautiful union for husbands and wife.
Her heart burst with a new love for these three brothers who had decided to save her by agreeing to the Claiming. Her emotions weren’t as passionate as her feelings for Luke but something different. Something gentler. Something she would enjoy.
Although Luke would always be the one who took up most of her heart, his brothers would forever hold a special piece, especially after what she’d just experienced with them.
* * * * *
The morning dawned bright with sunshine and the house was totally silent. When Callie opened her eyes, she was surprised to discover only Luke in bed beside her.
“You look so beautiful when you’ve been properly fucked by four men,” Luke grinned.
Callie giggled, her face heating up with an erotic embarrassment. “I didn’t know my Outlaw lovers would be such experts in the art of lovemaking.”
“And you, my sweet, are our goddess.”
“Keep those compliments coming big guy and I’ll be putty in your hands in no time flat,” Callie whispered and reached up, her fingers lightly stroking the raw, red edges around the healing bullet hole in his shoulder. Sometime during their sexfest, he’d removed the bandages or maybe they’d fallen off in the shower. In all the excitement, she couldn’t remember when.
“Is your shoulder sore?”
He grinned. “I’m fine. Absolutely perfect.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Colter took a look at it before he left. He says I’ll live.”
“Speaking of Colter, I’m dying to know about the story behind that tattoo and those nipple rings,” Callie giggled.
“I’ve asked him on several occasions.”
“And?”
“He won’t say too much. He gets this funny look on his face and changes the subject.”
“I bet you there is a woman involved.”
“Well there was a conscript woman named Ashley… Something happened between them.”
“A torrid romance, I bet.”
“Something along those lines.”
Callie pouted. It seemed Colter wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted to pry the information out of Luke, but held back. She didn’t want to appear nosy. Besides, it wasn’t her business. Not unless Colter decided to confide in her sometime in the future.
“So where are they anyway? It’s awful quiet around here.”
“Cade went to deliver the video and Claiming papers to the judge. He’ll stay there and wait for the papers to be signed. Colter got called away to doctor some farmer who cut off his hand while haying, and Mac had some work to do out in one of the fields. They’ll keep busy while I tend to my newly claimed bride.”
Muscles bunched beautifully in his biceps as he reached out and curled an arm under her neck, encouraging Callie to nuzzle closer to him. Inhaling the strong scent of male, she shivered at the sensual outline of his thick erection sliding along her hip.
Gosh! How could she be so lucky to have a man like Luk
e all to herself?
As always, it was as if he knew what she thought. “You gave the boys some much-needed relief by wanting the Claiming, and I’m not just talking sexually.” He tangled his long fingers into her short hair, and pulled her closer so their lips were mere inches apart. His eyes blazed with such love it twisted her heart. “You’ve brought a sense of stability into their lives. Before you came back to us, my brothers were lost. Colter was brooding over a woman. Cade and Mac were unable to accept a way of life without dating and romancing women. So, you’ve pretty much saved them from a fate worse than death.”
Warmth spilled through Callie at his honesty, but he was leaving someone out. “And what about you? Did I save you from something?”
“You’ve saved me from endless bouts of masturbating.”
She saw his chest heave slightly and knew he was trying to contain a teasing chuckle.
Feigning anger, she jabbed her finger into the tender flesh around his wound, hard enough to make him wince, but not enough to hurt him seriously.
“Is that all?”
“What do you mean, is that all? I’ll have you know carrying around a permanent hard-on isn’t easy on a man, especially when women are scarce.”
Callie pouted. “So? That’s all I am to you? A warm pussy?”
The teasing left his face and he turned stone cold serious. “You’re my life, Callie. I knew it the minute I saw you that first year in high school. Then it really hit home when we were separated.”
“I’m so sorry, I did what I did,” she whispered fighting back the anguish of what her actions had done to them.
“You did what you did because you felt it was the right thing to do, sweetie. I had no right to dictate to you. I should have understood your passion to help the women.”
“You were scared for me, Luke. And I shouldn’t have snuck off behind your back like I did. I promise I won’t ever do that again.”
Her thumb caressed his nipple and his breath quickened, his hot eyes held hers captive. Instinctively, she knew he wanted to tell her something very important.
“Do you know how many times I didn’t care if I lived or died while I was out there in the desert fighting the terrorists? I had so many close calls out there. One day shortly before the government ordered us back home, I was out in the desert scouting for landmines ahead of the troops. We usually did the landmine sweeps in pairs, but that day my usual partner was sick so I went out alone. The monitor always beeps to let me know there is a landmine up ahead. I’d locate it on the computer screen, go out, find it with the handheld detector and flag it so someone from the team behind me could defuse it. Then I’d drive around it and continue onto the next one.
“On this particular day, I’d just flagged the mine and decided to take a leak. I’d shut the handheld detector off because my computer had only signaled one mine in the area. I’d walked a few feet away from the flagged mine when something happened that made me realize I wasn’t sure I wanted to die after all… I stepped on something, and I heard the click.”
“You stepped on one? On a land mine?”
He nodded. “To this day I don’t know why it hadn’t registered on the computer, but yeah, I sure stepped on it.”
A cold wave showered over her as she pictured the explosion that might have ripped him to shreds, left his crumpled body all alone in the desert, his lifeblood draining into the grains of sand on foreign soil.
“What…what happened?”
“I could have stepped off of it so easily, and let myself be blown apart so I could forget about you. I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t think about doing it. But then your smiling face appeared in front of me as it always did when I was in danger… Now that I think about it, maybe that’s why I was always putting myself into unsafe situations, so I could see your face.”
Luke inhaled, and gathered her closer as if he wanted to make sure she was really there with him.
A new kind of fear, one she’d never experienced before, slipped into her.
“What happened with the mine? Someone must have come along and helped you in the nick of time, because I can attest to the fact that all your important parts are in great working order.”
“No complaints?” he grinned.
“None at all, Mister Very Well Hung.”
“Mister Very Well Hung, huh? I think I like the sound of that,” he nibbled on her earlobe, making sweet shivers shimmy up her spine.
“So who came along? I want to thank him for saving your life.”
“Somebody you’d least expect…” He chuckled and continued, “I’d left the radio in the jeep so I couldn’t radio for help. I figured I could wait until the landmine defusers showed up. But later that day I saw the sandstorm in the distance. It was coming in and coming in fast. I had my goggles and mask in my jeep. I knew if I didn’t do something soon that looming sandstorm would choke me to death. So I prayed.”
Agony powered through her.
Not a day went by while she was incarcerated in the lab that she didn’t wonder what Luke was doing at any particular moment. She’d heard from the various nurses that took samples from her that many men had gone overseas to fight in the Terrorist Wars.
She’d prayed so hard that Luke hadn’t been one of them. Instincts had told her he wouldn’t be sitting idly by. Deep inside her, she’d known he’d be fighting for his country. Until now, she hadn’t realized he’d also been fighting himself. Struggling with the decision of whether he should die because she wasn’t in his life anymore. A love like that was powerful. A love like that would last forever.
And she would do everything in her power to live up to that love.
“I prayed like I’d never prayed before,” he continued. “Told the Big Guy upstairs that if he got me out of this situation alive I’d be forever in his debt and then I said something else… I told him that if you were dead I wanted to be dead, too. I told him it was up to him now. Did he want me to die out here? Or, did he want me to live and do something else with my life? So I stepped off the landmine and nothing happened.”
“The mine was faulty?”
“It was faulty to a certain extent. I’d walked about ten yards then it blew me right off my feet. I knew the Big Guy was trying to get my attention. Realized he must have something in store for me, and that’s why he let me live. Exactly what, I wasn’t sure, until that night when I got shot.
“I’d heard the Barlows’ whispering about killing me, and so I knew I had to escape. I remembered how the Big Guy had saved my ass out in the desert. I figured he didn’t want me to have it end at the hands of the Barlows either. They thought I was too injured to run, and so when they turned their backs, I found my strength and hoofed it back to my truck. I thought about our church. I could barely drive there. The preacher found me slumped over in one of the pews, and I guess I was delirious or something. I’d been having visions about you. When I aimed my gun at him and mentioned your name, he spilled his guts. Told me he knew where you were. Told me he’d take me to you if I didn’t shoot him. At first, I didn’t understand what was going on, and then I realized he was serious. He knew where you were. I know it sounds kind of dumb and mushy, but that’s when I realized why He let me step off the landmine and why He let me survive the Barlows. It was because He wanted us married, Callie. So I married you…even though I don’t remember much of it, I was so drunk.”
“You were a cute drunk, hiccupping all over the place.” Callie whispered, and gently kissed his warm lips.
“How about I get cute with you right now…unless your pussy is too sore to accommodate me.”
“Deliciously sore,” she purred, and slipped her hand beneath the sheets to softly scrape her fingernails along his thick erection.
He inhaled sharply.
“And I plan on making you deliciously sore, too, before I give you relief,” she promised, and nipped sharply at his bristly chin, giving him a prelude of things to come.
Then she lifted up the covers and sli
d her head underneath.
* * * * *
It was the distinct sound of a familiar, heavy breathing that she’d been tormented with in the last several weeks of her stay in the government labs that drifted through the layers of Callie’s sleep.
At first, she imagined it was just another dream of Blakely, but when a cool finger trailed up along the side of her neck and settled beneath her chin, she knew it wasn’t.
Her eyes snapped open and terror filled her as a familiar face hovered above her.
Blakely! He was here!
Before she could scream a warning to Luke, Blakely’s hand clamped over her mouth, pushing her head into the pillow.
More faces hovered into view. Hands slipped around her wrists and ankles, pinning her arms and legs down into the mattress.
From beside her, she heard Luke’s surprised shout, “What the hell—” It was quickly followed by a sickening thud and a yelp of pain from him.
Then silence.
Luke! What did they do to him?
She tried to twist her head from the death grip clamping her mouth, but the hand wouldn’t let her budge an inch.
Blakely hovered into view.
He grinned down at her from beneath that black handlebar moustache she detested. Obvious amusement sparkled in his coal-black eyes as he chomped on a stick of tobacco gum.
“You didn’t think I’d let my prize bitch get away from me, did you?” he chuckled, and turned his head slightly to spit a stream of tobacco juice from between a wide gap in his two front, yellow-stained teeth.
She screamed into his hand, wanting to tell him he was a dirty pig, but all that came out was a garbled shriek.
Blakely frowned his disapproval, and his pockmarked face lowered until it was inches from her, the horrid smell of tobacco splashed sickeningly into her nostrils making her gag.
“You’re mine, Callie. And that baby those Outlaws put into you is mine, too. You didn’t think I’d let you escape the lab so easily, did you?”
What?
“Since I consider myself such a gentleman, I could never force myself upon an X-virus resistant woman to make her pregnant, so I had to let you go. I knew you’d end up here. I knew one of these boys would do the job of mounting you… I didn’t expect all of them to do it before I could get to you myself.”
