The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  If they didn’t touch her soon she was going to take her book and her fingers to bed!

  She gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Both men still stared at her like predatory lions, hungrily waiting for her to step one foot into their cage so they could grab her and devour her. A shiver of anticipation skittered down her spine, swept between her legs and exploded in her pussy. She pressed her thighs together, hoping they wouldn’t notice. She’d put on a pair of Marci’s snug yoga pants, without panties. She liked that they were stretchy. She hadn’t thought about them clinging to every curve and valley, and pulling tight between her cheeks. Every step made the seam rub over her clit, pussy, and backside.

  “Don’t you have chores to do?”’

  “Yep.” That was Trey. “Just waitin’ for you so we can get to ’em.”

  She paused. “You want me to help in the barn?”

  “The barn can wait. You, however, can’t.” Sam sounded like a lion growling in anticipation of a feast.

  “Why?”’

  The tension in the air suddenly deepened. The scrape of a wooden chair being pushed back made her gasp.

  “It’s Sunday,” said Sam. “Next week will be very busy, for all of us.”

  “So?”

  Slow, steady footsteps approached. She tensed. A very tall, very male body came up right behind her. Heat radiated through her back. He’d showered before supper. A trace of masculine soap lingered, though it was his own scent that surrounded her.

  “So, tonight we are going to use that rope.” Sam’s hot breath warned her before teeth nipped the cord on the left side of her neck. “We’re going to show you what happens when a woman can’t say no.”

  “Can’t?”

  “Chooses not to,” he amended. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment, letting her get used to his touch before sliding down her arms to the water. “You’re finished here.”

  “But—”

  Sam turned her to face the room. “Remember, you can change your color at any time. Just say the word.”

  Trey held out a drying cloth. He motioned for her to put her hands in them. Expecting he would dry them for her, she placed them where he gestured. Instead, he twisted the cloth, capturing her hands. The towel was long enough that he could tie the ends in a knot.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Ranchers don’t need metal handcuffs,” said Trey by way of explanation. “Not when they know how to tie knots.”

  “But—”

  “Rule number one,” said Sam gruffly. “No words, other than red, yellow, or green. Do you understand?”

  “How many rules are there?”

  “One, for now. We’ll add them on as necessary,” said Trey.

  “Why would they be necessary?”

  “Because rules make life more interesting.” Sam’s big hand caressed her bottom. “More enjoyable.” He tapped it lightly, as if in warning. “For all of us.”

  “What happens if I don’t like the rules?”

  “You have your colors. Are you ready, Katie?”

  She licked dry lips. “Ready for what?”

  “You already know the answer to that. State your color, and say no more.”

  They were going to do to her what they’d said earlier. Strip her naked, tie her down on her back using those weird holes in the bedframe, and then torture her with pleasure. She took a breath. This was it. Every day away from her family brought a chance for adventure. She tilted her head to look over her shoulder at Sam.

  “Green.”

  A deep growl reached her ears before Sam swooped her into his arms and strode for the stairs. The gurgling of water behind her suggested Trey had pulled the plug on the sink, just as he’d pulled the plug on her sanity!

  Sam carried her into the dim playroom. Someone had moved lamps around, creating a totally different atmosphere. He set her on her feet, pulled something from his back pocket, and a moment later she was blindfolded. It was if her hearing suddenly increased. The crisp snap as shirt buttons popped, the unmistakable clank of a belt buckle opening, quickly followed by a zipper descending.

  She imagined him naked. Hard and wanting. Her pussy almost ached. It felt…wide. And wet. And needy. Quick footsteps entered the room, then the sounds of clothes being shed was repeated.

  She waited as the dishcloth was untied and her T-shirt and bra removed. Her hands were roped together and lifted. Two mouths, one for each breast, attacked. She wasn’t suspended but if they hadn’t held her hands immobile the pressure of their mouths on her breasts, and her desire to push forward to encourage them, might have knocked her sideways.

  One breast was suddenly cold, the mouth gone. Hands slid inside her yoga pants at each side of her hips. They slipped down her legs, taking her pants with them. Not wanting to have lines, she’d not put underwear on underneath. A swift intake of breath proved it was a surprise. Both breasts were now being ignored. She arched her back to suggest more action.

  “Katie already knows rule number two,” said Trey. She knew it was him by the laugh in his voice. “No panties makes for easy access. Did Lila and Jane tell you about that one?”

  She pressed her lips tight to avoid speaking. Her friends had also made sure she knew the usual punishment for misbehavior. She didn’t think spanking was something she wanted, though she was open to persuasion. Her hands were released.

  Trey’s easy laugh came from her feet in front. “How much do you bet they also told Katie what happens when you break the rules.” A pair of huge hands caressed her bottom, his rough calluses stroking her tender skin. She relaxed under his touch until she remembered she had a pimple. Would he notice?

  “What’s got Katie all tense?” murmured Sam. “Time to do something about that.”

  Trey clasped her ankles and drew them apart. She rocked back and forth, keeping her balance, until her feet were farther apart than her shoulders. He squeezed, which she took to mean she wasn’t to move them. One of Sam’s hand slid around to her belly. He toyed with her, circling her belly button and then dropping to her curls, almost to her clit, and back up again.

  She clenched her teeth and made a noise of aggravation. It wasn’t a word, so it shouldn’t count.

  “Someone’s getting impatient,” said Trey. “Want something more, Katie?”

  She didn’t like hearing his satisfaction at her torment. She would be patient if it killed her! A finger finally touched her clit. She exhaled a sigh. He tapped once then continued the journey. Two fingers, one inside each set of lips, slid over her, tantalizing and arousing.

  “Katie’s ready.”

  Sam had no sooner said the words than she was lifted into the air. Hands around her ribs carried her, then tossed her on the bed. She landed on her back, arms and legs wide. The bed dipped as Sam’s hard body covered her from hips to chest. She got her hands free, but only for a moment. Trey looped ropes around her wrists and tugged them up and out. Sam shifted, and soon her ankles were the same. She had a few inches of leeway with her hands and feet, enough that she could pull her elbows to her shoulders and twist her hips a bit.

  “Dessert is served.”

  Trey, or Sam? Her senses were suddenly overwhelmed with lips and tongues and mouths and fingers. She gasped, writhing and whimpering. None of it made any difference. They did what they wanted. And oh, did it feel good! Time was suspended. Nothing mattered but sensation.

  She didn’t realize the ropes had been released until she was flipped on her front and hauled to the edge of the bed. Someone spread her knees and entered her in one deep thrust. She hissed as he slid in, stretching her tissues. It felt so good to be filled with a hot, hard cock!

  Each stroke was different, aimed to slide along her flesh to hit hidden pockets of nerves. She panted, her tight fists gripping the sheet when he gasped, held himself still for a second, and then furiously pounded into her, roaring. She tried to catch up. She was so close to release when he pulled out.

  She smashed her right fist on the mattress
in frustration. She tried to jerk up but a hand in the middle of her back held her down. Someone leaned close.

  “You weren’t going to complain were you?” It was Sam who murmured. “The other night was about you. Tonight is about us. We’re going to do what we like, unless you say otherwise.”

  He spread her back cheeks. Something wet and cold touched. She clenched tight.

  “Nuh-uh. Relax and let me in.”

  Trey rubbed his finger around her rim. Frustrated and furious she might be, but she wanted this. They both groaned when his finger breached her. He slid in and out as she gradually relaxed. Those fingers were the center of everything. Not just one, but soon two, and then three, with more cold gel each time. By then another hand caressed her pussy, stroking the inside. Now and then it touched her clit.

  “You’re ready as you’ll ever be.”

  His fingers pulled out. She missed them until the head of a cock breached her opening. It was huge!

  “Relax and push me out,” he ordered.

  She panted, but did as ordered. When she pushed, he slipped in. He waited for her to relax then, slowly and steadily, he continued. It was an invasion, something totally alien. He pulled back, the friction of his cock a reward. She felt far more sensation here than when a cock entered her pussy, though when they hit one of her special spots, it was as good. Back and forth, taking his time, Trey filled her, his cock deep and hard. He leaned over and kissed her neck.

  “Good girl,” he murmured. “You like that, don’t you?”

  She remembered just in time to nod rather than speak. He nipped her earlobe.

  “Very good, Katie. You learn well.”

  He pulled out, added more lube, and reentered even slower. She groaned at the sensuous glide.

  “I think Katie’s ready for both of us,” said Trey, his voice tight. “Too bad you already finished.”

  “I’m ready for more,” replied Sam. “If you’re up for it?” His hands sifted through her hair, caressing, then tugging. The short, sharp pain sent a dagger of need through her.

  “What do you say, Katie? Both of us at once?”

  Her mind raced. Marci said it would work, and she was no bigger. Katie’d never felt so wild and crazy, so needy. Who knew if she’d ever have a chance again? Her analytical mind clicked in. How could she ask how it would work if she couldn’t speak?

  “Lift your head.”

  She obeyed Sam’s order, then blinked when he removed her blindfold. He settled on the bed beside her.

  “You’ll sit on me and ride for a while,” he said with utter seriousness. “When you’re ready, Trey will kneel behind you. You’re on top, so you control everything. Got it?”

  She opened her mouth to reply, then shut it with a snap. Instead, she nodded. Trey tossed Sam a condom, and he covered himself. Trey helped her to stand over Sam, feet at either side of his hips. A slow smile reached his eyes. He shook his head, sighing.

  “Damn, Katie. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  She pointed at his fully erect cock. He laughed, far more relaxed than she’d heard him before.

  “Yeah, I guess that does give a clue. Come here, sweetie.”

  He cupped his hands, gesturing for her to sit. She waited, thinking. She couldn’t talk, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t communicate. She leaned forward and shimmied her shoulders. Her suspended breasts jiggled.

  “Oh man, one of these days I’ll put my face right there.”

  It was Trey, from behind her, who spoke. Sam didn’t seem to be able to get his tongue working. She considered stepping closer to his shoulders and then sitting, demanding that he lick her. He must’ve realized she had something in mind because he set his hands on her calves and tugged. She wavered, arms flailing. Trey held her from toppling. Sam tugged again. Trey, the traitor, helped her to land in the right spot. As in his cock sticking up between her back cheeks.

  “You ever ride a man?” asked Sam. She shook her head. “I think you’ll like it.”

  She liked the idea of being on top, in control. Or as much control as she could with two strong men guiding her. She reached behind and took Sam’s cock. She rose up and, shuffling backward, positioned him. He crossed his hands behind his head as if he was on the beach. His expression said she was to go for it. She sat down, moaning as her tissues stretched around his cock.

  She rocked back and forth, trying different angles until she found one that was just right. She leaned forward, placed her palms on Sam’s chest, and gripped his cock with her inside muscles. She ground her clit into his groin. She could feel the coiling, the tension of release tantalizingly close. She leaned forward until Sam’s cock was almost out. A pair of hands grabbed her hips and stopped her from moving.

  “My turn.”

  She turned her head to watch. Trey applied more lube before slowly entering her ass again. She closed her eyes, dropped her head, and just felt. Sam’s cock was barely an inch inside her pussy. All three of them groaned. She’d thought she was full before. That was nothing to now.

  With their help and guidance, she moved back and forth. They moved in and out like pistons. Tension piled even higher. She panted, eyes screwed shut. Nothing existed but their touch. Trey released her hips.

  “Go for it, baby.”

  She did, grinding and pounding forward and back, one man and the other, until finally her coil of tension burst. She stopped, unable to move. She heard a distant bellow, then another. All that mattered was friction from the pair of men who filled her, meeting her needs before theirs.

  Sometime later she slumped onto Sam’s chest. She couldn’t see, nor could she hear over the rushing in her ears and the pounding in her chest. She hauled air in great gulps. Then…nothing.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Mrs. Winterbourne, unless you retire there’s a good chance you won’t make seventy-five. You need to relax. Your family is worried about you.”

  Hildy lifted a haughty eyebrow. She was short and female, and all her life she’d been surrounded by arrogant males. She’d used whatever advantages she could, and would continue to do the same. Her family wasn’t worried about her health. They were upset at waiting to get their hands on the power she held. They were the ones who caused her the most upset, not the business.

  “Doctor Graham, I married a very determined man when I was sixteen and had Walter at seventeen. When my husband died suddenly just before I turned thirty I took over a floundering company while raising five sons. I’ve built Winterbourne’s Fine Furniture into the success it is today. I am not going to retire to bake cookies and knit socks!”

  He leaned forward, clasping his hands on his maple desk. She noticed small irregularities in the finish. It was not one of their pieces. Her refusal to tolerate imperfection had put the Winterbourne company above the rest.

  “Let me put it another way, Mrs. Winterbourne. Your eldest son is fifty-three years old. Don’t you think it’s time Walter has a chance to run the family business? Or do you need to be in a grave first? Because that’s what you’re facing with another heart attack.”

  Walter had no vision, and he was a pompous fool. But he was the eldest. He would not tolerate one of his brothers taking over. They’d known that all their lives. Not that any of them had vision. Only one person in her family had that, and Katie would never hold any meaningful power. She was young, female, and didn’t have the cutthroat abilities her dear sons valued.

  “Walter’s been whispering in your ear, has he?”

  The doctor didn’t try to hide it. He knew not to lie or pussyfoot around her.

  “If I may be so bold, you are an attractive, vibrant woman of seventy. You’ve been without a companion for forty years. Why don’t you take a cruise, go dancing, and meet some men who are not the least interested in furniture?”

  “A cruise? You wish me to surround myself with a thousand noisy people cramped into a floating theme park hotel?”

  “I happen to enjoy cruises. But each to his, or her, own. Do
whatever you like, as long as you get away from the business, and the Internet.”

  “What, go to the Australian Outback?”

  She was acting like a teenager, flailing out. No wonder, as she had the same frustrations. Her family wanted to control her, saying they knew best. But they didn’t know her, her needs, or her dreams. They wanted what was best for them, not for her.

  “You have the time and money to go anywhere you like. You will also have your health if you take a good break and do something entirely different from what you’re used to. But you don’t have to go to Australia. There are cabins in the Rocky Mountains where you can have all the luxuries of home, without the world intruding.”

  Hildy sat back and thought. She’d had to be aware of so much, for so long. A forest fire or typhoon in the Philippines would affect her supply chain. So would an insect infestation or a country changing its export conditions. So much she had to know to keep her company ahead of the tidal wave. At least, it always felt like a tidal wave about to crash down and obliterate her.

  She’d come close to crashing with her bout of pneumonia, which her sons were using as an excuse to clear her out of the way. She’d known it was coming. That knowledge didn’t make it any easier. She’d felt like the Queen of England, knowing she could not hand over her crown to her son, so she’d hoped for an excellent grandchild. While England’s Elizabeth had a pair of grandsons who could each make a good king, she had mostly weaklings.

  “I’ll think about it.” She gathered her energy and stood.

  The doctor rose as well, looming over her. “Please do more than think about it, Mrs. Winterbourne. If you end up back in my hospital we’ll tie you to the bed this time. Now get out of my office, get healthy, and get a life. That’s an order.”

  “I don’t take orders well,” she replied, narrowing her eyes.

  He leaned forward and lowered his voice, making her strain to listen. She knew those tricks though she could never do the height thing since she was barely over five feet.

  “I will say this quietly, and only once. Walter’s making noises about you standing in his way. If you don’t take care of yourself, your family will. You know that phrase about your children choosing your nursing home?” He nodded, emphasizing the point. “I’ve been asked if you are mentally competent. Another doctor who didn’t know you as well might assume your outbursts were signs of dementia, rather than frustration.”