by Desiree Holt
“Well, get on with it.”
“Okay, then. I’ve got three fingers inside her now and the little pussy is still just as tight. I’m rubbing her clit, pinching it and stroking it and she’s hot as a pistol. Oh, shit, I can feel more cream inside her. You close, honey? Yeah, I think you are.”
“Get her off now,” Cade ordered. “And Shannon, you scream your pleasure.”
“Here we go,” Justin said. “Feel my fingers moving faster, honey? Oh, shit, Cade, I feel those cunt walls quivering now. She’s tensing up.”
“You still working on her clit?” Cade asked.
“Damn straight.”
“Keep rubbing on it.”
“Oh, yeah, Oh, yeah. Bet on it.” He paused. “Here she goes. Okay, okay, here it comes. Here it comes. Oh, shit, yes. God, she’s about to break off my fingers she’s clamped down so tight around them. Cade, she’s coming like crazy.”
And Shannon’s scream of satisfaction echoed loudly in the cab as she jerked in Justin’s grip, the sound stretching out until it surrounded them. Cade had to move one hand from the steering wheel and clamp it over his cock, which was straining painfully at his fly. He ground his teeth together to hang on to his control. He was eternally grateful the ranch was in sight.
“Lick my fingers, Shannon,” he heard Justin murmur in a low voice. “See how good you taste.”
And then he was through the gate, down the long drive and pulling up in the gravel parking area. Mark slammed into the spot next to him two seconds later.
“I hope y’all didn’t use it up on the way here,” he grumbled as he stomped towards them.
“Hell,” Cade said, “we’re just getting started.”
Justin led Shannon into the house, his brothers hot on his heels. He’d refused to allow her to zip up her jeans, only letting her pull them up past her hips so she could walk. When she was standing in the middle of the great room, he knelt to remove her boots, lifting one foot at a time and pressing down on the heel to ease them off her feet. She stood there silent, shaking slightly with need. He could smell her arousal, a musky scent so strong he was sure it permeated the room.
Once the boots were gone, he rose and tugged at her T-shirt.
Although it wasn’t really cold, Cade lit the fire that had been laid in the fireplace. He always thought there was something so sensual about having sex by firelight. Mark flipped on the switch for the CD player that always had a stack of disks in it. The mellow sounds of Reba McEntire floated out into the dimly lit room, singing When’s It Gonna Be My Turn?
Cade came up behind Shannon and put his hands on her shoulders.
“We’re all gonna get a turn, right, sweet cheeks?”
“You bet.” The sound came out on a choppy breath.
“Then let’s get you naked.”
He eased her T-shirt over her head. Only a flimsy concoction of satin and lace restrained her full breasts. He flipped the catch open and then the bra was gone and her breasts were resting in his large palms.
He looked at each of his brothers who gave slight nods. It was understood that Cade, as the eldest, would always take the lead. Everyone got his turn. Everyone got to fulfil his special desires. But Cade was the one who set the tone.
“Justin, you got a taste already,” he said. “Mark gets to move up in line.”
Justin stepped back but not far away, his eyes watching avidly as his brother came to stand in front of Shannon, rest his hands on her hips and bend his head to capture one nipple in his mouth.
“Ohhhh.” The soft sound whispered from Shannon’s lips.
“Feel good, baby?” Cade nuzzled her neck and licked the spot behind her ear then nibbled at the lobe.
“Real good,” she murmured.
Mark took her other nipple in his fingers and tugged and pulled while his mouth sucked until the tip was pebbled and stiff.
“We need to get the rest of her clothes off,” Justin reminded them.
“Well, go ahead and finish what you started in the truck,” Cade told him.
Justin knelt beside the woman, being careful not to get in Mark’s way, and pushed both jeans and panties down until they were around her ankles. Again he lifted first one foot and then the other until he could toss the garments aside.
“Tell us how wet she is,” Cade said, kneading Shannon’s breasts while Mark worked her nipples.
Glancing down he watched Justin slide one hand up the inside of Shannon’s legs until he reached her pussy. When he slipped two fingers inside Cade saws his eyes light up.
“Still wet and ready,” Justin said.
“I get the next taste,” Mark said, lifting his head from her breasts.
“Let’s get to it,” Cade growled.
He stooped, lifted Shannon in his arms and carried her to the big, wide couch against one wall. He set her on her feet only long enough to strip off his own clothes before lying down and placing her on top of him, her back to his front. Shannon sighed with anticipation. She’d played with the Thompson brothers before and knew exactly what was coming.
Cade arranged her legs so one was resting along the back of the couch and the other was draped over his, leaving her wide open to his brothers. Mark, now also naked, knelt at the edge of the couch, spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and took a moment just to look.
“Damn, that’s pretty,” he murmured.
In the next instant he bent his head and licked a long stroke with his tongue the length of her slit. She shuddered at his touch, her bare buttocks flexing against Cade. His cock jumped in response.
I should have pushed my cock inside her ass first.
No. That’s for later. She’ll be damn ready by then.
Justin knelt at the foot of the couch, situating himself so he had a good view and wrapping his fingers gently around the ankle of Shannon’s leg that was against the couch.
“Man, she’s juicy.” His voice was harsh with need.
“Tell me what she looks like,” Cade ordered, cupping Shannon’s breasts and squeezing her nipples.
“Pink and wet,” Justin said. “Just like she felt. Those pussy lips are sure swollen. And Mark’s just lapping it up.”
“How many fingers can she take right now?”
Mark lifted his head. “Let’s check and see.”
Justin moved her leg across his brother’s thigh to open her up more. Against his body, Cade felt Shannon move slightly—wriggling her fine ass against his hungry cock—and he swallowed a groan.
Mark slid two fingers inside Shannon’s tight cunt, added a third and then a fourth.
“Four,” he said in a hoarse voice. “She’s got four inside her.”
Cade shifted both himself and Shannon so he could reach down to find the bare lips of her cunt and spread them wide.
“Lick her clit and finger fuck her,” he ordered his brother in a tight voice.
Mark bent to his task, Shannon whimpering and trying to move in Cade’s tight grasp as Mark’s tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her. Cade felt her body tense on top of his, her cries increasing. She tried to thrust her hips but Cade was holding her too tightly.
And then he felt it, the convulsive tremors that shook her body as her orgasm swept over her. Mark continued to ply her clit and move his fingers in and out of her grasping pussy even as she tried desperately to squeeze her legs together. Justin gripped her ankle and bent to look over Mark’s shoulder so he could get the best view.
At last her body stilled, her breathing sharp and uneven. Little cries still burst from her as Mark lapped at the last of her cream. He slid his fingers from her, the skin shiny with her juices, and painted her breasts and her navel. Then he brought them to his mouth and deliberately licked each one.
“Feelin’ good?” Cade breathed in her ear.
“Yes.” She was still struggling to even out her breathing but her voice held a note of satisfaction.
Mark sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and Justin lounged at the end of
the couch. Both had greedy looks on their faces. The music changed and Kenny Chesney’s Live a Little floated out into the air.
“That’s our theme song, sugar,” Cade murmured in her ear. “Live a little, live a lot. You ready to do some livin’?”
“Uh-huh.” She let out a long sigh. “But I want to know which one of you’s going to fuck me first?”
Cade laughed, a sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. “Why, all of us, sweet thing. You know that.”
“Well, get to it.”
Yes, Cade thought, she was just what he needed tonight. Even though he wished it was someone else in his arms. Pushing those thoughts away he sat up, taking Shannon with him.
“Get the pillows,” he told Mark.
They kept a stack of giant floor pillows by the hearth and now Mark pulled them onto the floor and arranged them so they almost formed a king-sized bed.
“I’m on the bottom tonight,” Justin said. “Cade, we agreed. Right?”
“You got it, little brother.”
He wanted Shannon’s ass, anyway.
Justin down on his back on the pillows, stroking his swollen cock and eyeing Shannon’s flushed body. Cade opened the drawer of a large squat table, took out the box inside and removed a condom, which he handed to Justin. He watched while his brother expertly rolled the latex on to his shaft before removing another one and a small tube.
“Come here, baby,” Justin coaxed. “I’m ready and waiting for you.”
She straddled his body, Cade’s hands on her hips steadying her as she lowered herself on to Justin’s hard erection.
“Lean forward, Shannon.” Cade’s voice was rough with lust. “You know how to do it, sugar.”
As soon as she had taken Justin completely inside her, she tilted her body enough that Justin could cup her breasts and pull one of her nipples into his mouth. With her ass tilted in the air, Cade knelt behind her, squeezed some of the gel from the tube onto a finger then applied it generously to her tight anus.
“Ooooh,” she moaned, as he slid one finger deep inside her.
“Still just as hot,” Cade groaned, adding more lube and a second finger. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you again.”
After sheathing himself, he spread the cheeks of her ass wide again, positioned the head of his dick at her opening then slowly but steadily thrust inside her. He could feel the thick length of Justin’s cock through the thin membrane separating the two channels and the sensation made him even hotter. Harder. His balls ached so badly he didn’t think he could stand it much longer.
“Your turn, Mark,” he instructed his brother. ”Shannon, lift your head.”
For some women what came next might have been awkward but Shannon had played their games with them often enough that she knew the drill. Knew just how to accommodate them. As Mark knelt beside her she turned her head and opened her mouth to allow his cock to slide in over her tongue.
“Got you filled up now, sugar,” Cade crooned, gripping her hips to steady himself.
The music changed again, this time to a heavy, fast, thumping beat and in perfect coordination the brothers began to move.
In, out. Back, forth.
Justin sucked noisily on Shannon’s breasts while Mark and Cade made harsh, sensual sounds.
In, out. Back, forth.
The music pumped its beat into the room and the Thompson brothers pumped their cocks into Shannon. As the music reached a crescendo—a fast drum riff, a squealing guitar, the heavy bass—and exploded in a burst of sound, the three brothers exploded into her body. Cade felt Justin spurting his hot release as his gave up his own, hot liquid against hot liquid. Mark let out a shout as he emptied himself into Shannon’s mouth.
As if on cue, the music changed again, the slow, mellow sound of It’s All Over Now washing over them.
How appropriate, Cade thought as he eased himself from Shannon’s tight grasp and stood to dispose of the condom.
The air was thick with the heady aroma of sex and the sweat that covered each of them. Mark collapsed onto a pillow, stroking his now limp shaft. Justin lay back, spent, as Cade helped Shannon ease herself from his brother’s body. She tumbled to the side, her entire body flushed with the afterglow of raunchy sex, eyes dilated, full lips open and panting.
Cade lowered himself to another of the cushions, dragging oxygen back into his lungs. Fucking Shannon had given him the physical release he’d needed. Why, then, as he closed his eyes for a moment, did another face swim before his eyes? A face framed in thick, lustrous black hair. A face with violet eyes burning with heat. With sensuous lips partly open as if waiting for his tongue or his cock.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He had a feeling he was in deep trouble. And he wasn’t sure how to get out of it.
Chapter Two
Marti leaned on the bar and sipped at the cold drink she’d poured for herself from one of the taps. It was Monday morning, the first Monday of the month, and she was doing the inventory for the month. Sundays they were closed, thank the Lord, giving her time to rest up from what was always a wild and noisy weekend. While Treble Shooters and Spring Valley were definitely different than San Antonio had been—or Austin or Dallas or Houston—and the clubs she’d worked there, she’d discovered there was a lot more action around this place than she’d expected.
Not that she was complaining. The harder she worked, the easier it was to forget all the troubles that had chased her here. She swallowed a sigh as she filled out the inventory order. She’d started a small lunch menu a couple of weeks ago. About a month after she’d started, she realised people would peek in during the day who just wanted a quick burger and a beer. The business was small but steady. The Thompson brothers were surprised at the steady clientele, but pleased.
She liked the people who came into the bar, even if it did get rowdy on the weekends. But hell, she was used to ranch hands letting off steam. They weren’t nearly as bad as the rodeo riders she’d had to deal with.
The Thompsons had pretty much given her free rein once they realised she knew what she was doing. It made for a great work situation, especially with the free apartment on the second floor. Cade, the oldest one, had explained how and why they’d bought the bar, and how they’d fumbled along with temporary help until she’d answered their ad.
Her references had all checked out, but she’d known they would. She was just glad they hadn’t felt it necessary to check into her personal life. Marti sighed when she thought about all the reasons she’d come here to this little town. Her personal relationships had burned her badly—men who said they understood her needs then threw them in her face. When she’d been hired to manage Treble Shooters, she decided maybe she ought to give up a personal life altogether. Less hassle. Finding someone who didn’t think she was weird…
Don‘t go there.
Marti finished writing the inventory. In a minute she’d fax it to the liquor distributor. Yesterday, she’d driven into Kerrville to the grocery to restock her kitchen supplies, so she was all set there. She was startled to hear the back door opening and for a moment she tensed with unpleasant anticipation until she heard Cade Thompson call out.
“Just me, Marti.” His boot heels clicked on the floor as he made his way down the short hall and into the main part of the honky tonk.
“Hey, Cade.”
She sensed him even before he walked up to the end of the bar. It was hard not to sense Cade Thompson. As tall as his brothers, he had the broad shoulders and lean hips of a stereotypical cowboy…but there was nothing stereotypical about this man. His rugged face shouted masculinity, the square jaw and slash of cheekbones setting the stage for eyes as brown as coffee with thick, dark brown lashes. His faded chambray work shirt hugged his muscular frame and was tucked into worn jeans that clung to his hips like an old friend. He oozed testosterone in an amount that Marti was sure should be illegal.
Of course, all the brothers were hot, hot, hot. And Daisy, the waitress who worked at night, was onl
y too happy to share the gossip with her about their high-flying sex lives. Too bad she had sworn off sex. The Thompson brothers might be just what she was looking for.
Nope. Don’t go there. You don’t fuck the bosses.
But holy hell, when she looked at the man approaching, her breasts ached and cream gushed in her pussy.
They hadn’t been in, any of them, since a week ago Friday night, when they’d left with the hot sexy blonde who’d plastered herself all over Cade on the dance floor. Of course, he’d been doing some plastering, too. Marti had bitten back the tiny flare of unexpected jealousy and done her best to banish it from her mind. But that night when she’d gone to bed, she couldn’t help remembering everything Daisy had gossiped about. Couldn’t help imagining the brothers—especially Cade—doing all those things with the blonde. Her sleep had been anything but restful.
Now, as she looked at him, she wished she’d taken a little more time with her appearance, but she hadn’t expected to see anyone. In a hurry to get things squared away in the bar, she’d pulled on an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt and tugged her hair back into a ponytail. Treble Shooters wouldn’t open for lunch for another hour. Plenty of time, she’d thought, to change clothes and swipe on some mascara and lip gloss. She hadn’t expected Cade Thompson to just drop in.
Trying to be casual about it, she grabbed the work shirt she’d tossed onto the bar and pulled it on in an effort to cover the nipples poking against her T-shirt. Not much she could do about her damp crotch, so she just hoped the scent of her musk wouldn’t carry on the air. She grabbed her drink and drained it, wishing it would cool her down, then smoothed back a few strands of hair.
Cade stopped about ten feet from her, his mouth kicking up in that devastating grin.
“Had to run to the feed store and just thought I’d stop by and check on things. We haven’t really taken much time to talk to you, my brothers and me, in the past couple of weeks.”
“I hear it’s branding time out at the Treble T. That must take up all the hours in the day.”
“And then some.” He grinned. “Besides, you run this place so well, you don’t even seem to need us. But I figured as long as I was in town I’d stop in and make sure things were okay for you. See if there was anything you needed.”
