The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  “Ride him,” ordered Sam. “Take that orgasm. Take everything you want. We’re here for you, Katie.”

  Trey grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She exploded, crying out at the wonderful friction. She was slowing, trying to catch her breath, when Trey roared. He heaved into her from below, setting her off again.

  Sam lifted her off just before she sank in an exhausted puddle onto Trey. He lay on his back and pulled her half onto him. His arm rested on her bottom until her breath slowed. Then it began slow circles. She dozed, waking to the sound of deep voices murmuring. A comforter covered all three of them. Her head was on Sam’s right shoulder, with her right arm and leg draped across his body. His heartbeat thumped under her ear. She yawned.

  “Sleepyhead is finally awake,” said Sam.

  His heartbeat sped up. Something twitched against her leg. She reached down and grasped him. Sam murmured his approval. She squeezed his cock. It rewarded her by thickening, pushing against her thigh as it grew.

  “I could get used to this,” she said. “Waking to two handsome men eager to pleasure my body.”

  “How about you do some pleasuring for a change?” Sam kissed her forehead. “We men are plumb tuckered out.”

  Katie didn’t know for sure if they’d want her to stay. The aunts had spoken as if she’d be there next year to help. There’d been some suggestions that she might have to put her feet up the following year as she was likely to be pregnant by then. They assumed Sam and Trey would ask to marry them, and that she would say yes. She’d also heard Trey had insisted until very recently that he was not the marrying kind. She wasn’t going to think about that. She’d enjoy this moment and put what she felt about them in her touch.

  “Close your eyes,” she told Sam.

  He looked up, frowning. Why?”

  “I want you to concentrate on feeling.”

  “I like looking at you.”

  Katie scowled. “Do I have to tie you down or are you going to behave?”

  “She’s got you there, big brother,” said Trey.

  “Sometimes giving up control is a powerful thing,” she said. She’d read it in a book, and was only learning to believe it.

  Sam grumbled, but closed his eyes. There was no question that he was still in control. He was allowing her to have fun with him, the same way she used the stoplight colors to guide two men so much bigger than herself.

  “I’m going to start a bath for you,” said Trey. He kissed her shoulder on the way past.

  Katie lay full length on Sam’s chest. There was so much of him. His arms came around her. She kissed his chest, which was as close to his lips as she could get. From there she went on a journey, kissing every part she could reach. All but his cock. The tip glistened. She wanted to taste him, but that would wait. She wanted to drive him crazy, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Katie, you are playing with fire,” he warned when she playfully nipped his thigh.

  “So watcha gonna do about it, big boy?”

  A low growl was the warning before he rolled her onto her back. He grabbed her legs, pushed her knees past her ears, and surged into her hot, needy pussy. Their mutual groans filled the room. He stayed there, his cock deep in her.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he demanded. “Your man to take over?”

  “Maybe.”

  He slowly retreated, then filled her again.

  “Don’t lie, Katie, especially to yourself. If you want me to make you scream, then say so.” He filled her again, all the way. His face looked down at her, grimacing.

  “Oh, God, Sam. Make me scream!”

  His eyes darkened. “About damn well time!”

  He surged forward, filling her. At the same time, he played with her clit. In this position she was entirely at his mercy, and she loved it. She groaned, guttural and deep, each time he filled her. His magic fingers pulled at her clit. His balls tapped against her backside every time he hit bottom. She shivered, grabbing the sheets as an anchor. Tension coiled, tighter and tighter.

  “Now Katie. Let it go!”

  He pinched her clit. She screamed and exploded. He took her hips in his hands. Two more strokes and he joined her, bellowing his triumph.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Sam whistled as he headed to the house mid-morning for some of Katie’s light-as-air breakfast biscuits. Last night had been fantastic. He’d never made a woman scream before. He intended to do it often with Katie. They’d cuddled all night, like puppies. He’d slept better than he’d thought possible. When he came in after morning chores Katie said she and Lila were taking the very pregnant Madison shopping for baby clothes. The sixteen-year-old would nurse her baby for a few days before the adoptive parents she’d chosen took the child away. Then she’d stay on at the MacDougal ranch until heading back to school in the fall. She was one determined young woman, and more power to her. The police had her attacker in jail awaiting trial. The little shit was lucky the cops got to him first. Madison wasn’t the first girl he’d harmed, but she’d damn well be the last.

  He flipped open the tea towel Katie had wrapped around the hot biscuits and grabbed a handful. As soon as she came back he’d ask her what was going on. He lifted a biscuit to his mouth, already anticipating the treat. The phone rang. It could be about the haying, so he had to answer. He put the rest of the biscuits back and covered them up.

  “Rocking E Ranch, Sam here.”

  “I wish to speak with Katherine Winterbourne,” said a haughty female voice.

  So, someone had tracked Katie down. A relative, or a co-worker? Whoever she was, Sam didn’t like her attitude.

  “There’s no Katherine here.”

  “Of course there is. She called from this number yesterday.”

  So she had called. He couldn’t blame her for not saying anything. After all, they’d pretty much ambushed her in the playroom, and then work was the farthest thing from their minds.

  “You talking about Katie?”

  “I refuse to use that name.”

  “Look lady, I don’t know if she wants to talk with you or not, but she’s not here.”

  “Of course Katherine will speak with me. I am her mother.”

  Sam held the phone away from his ear as he ate the last of the biscuit. That was the extent of his manners toward the woman who’d made Katie’s life miserable.

  “What’s this about?” He mumbled around the last of the biscuit. “If it’s that important, I might mention it to her.”

  “Are you sleeping with my daughter?”

  “Frankly, ma’am, that’s none of your business.”

  “She is my daughter, so it is my business.”

  “Last I heard, anyone over twenty-one was an adult.”

  “My daughter will not throw away her life because of you. She is being irresponsible. She should have been back days ago.”

  “Irresponsible? Katie? You don’t know your daughter, lady. Some cowboy ripped off her bus ticket, her money, and her backpack. She had to hitchhike here. It was the middle of the night, in the mountains, and it was cold. She was attacked but managed to escape. She walked miles, terrified. Since then she’s proven she’s a damn hard worker.”

  “If she’d gone home as soon as she had the money to cover her fare, nothing would have happened.”

  Her mother was blaming Katie for being attacked? “Don’t worry, the sheriff is tracking her attacker down,” he said sarcastically.

  “I wonder if Stephanie set it up,” she murmured.

  “Who?”

  “Walter’s wife. Their daughter Matilda took the job I’d earmarked for my daughter.”

  Sam pulled the phone away from his ear. He counted to ten, sure he’d misheard.

  “Are you suggesting Katie’s aunt might have set her up?”

  “All’s fair in love, work, and business,” she replied airily.

  Sam clenched his teeth to stop himself from swearing. This was Katie’s mother. If things worked out she would be his moth
er-in-law, grandmother to his children. Oh, hell, no! With that attitude he’d make sure she had zero contact with any of them.

  “You don’t seem very concerned about what happened to Katie.”

  “She survived, and learned something in the process. She can put it behind her and move on.”

  “That’s pretty damn callous.”

  “Mister Elliott, we all have things from our pasts that were not pleasant. When we learn from them it makes the experience worthwhile no matter how uncomfortable. One survives and prospers, or gives up and fades away.”

  “Is that how your company works?”

  “Life is all about survival of the fittest.”

  “I guess there’s a few hyenas in your management structure.”

  “We are predators, at the top of the food chain, Mr. Elliott. Not scavengers.”

  “Coulda fooled me,” he muttered. She didn’t catch it, or maybe she ignored it.

  “Unfortunately, my husband is a weak man. I’ve had to push him every step of the way. However, I trained our sons well. It’s time for my daughter to take her place with the organization.”

  All the “my daughter” crap was getting to him. It was as if Katie existed only to serve the needs of her mother.

  “What if Katie doesn’t want to?”

  “I will not tolerate losing the time and expense already put into her.”

  Sam held the phone out at arm’s length, gritting his teeth so he did not tell the woman exactly what he thought of her. This conversation made sense of a lot of things. It also gave him hope that Katie would want to stay. God, surely a fancy job wasn’t worth putting up with family like this!

  “I managed to reschedule her appointment with Walter. I will make airplane reservations and send a car to pick her up tomorrow morning. She must get to that appointment on time and present herself well. Unfortunately she has had issues with Walter, but if she humbles herself enough, he may overlook her transgressions.”

  The careful way Katie’s mother phrased her comments raised Sam’s hackles. It sounded like her uncle had done things to Katie, yet it was up to her to apologize for being attacked, bow down before him, and expect the same, or worse in the future.

  “Katie’s an intelligent, capable woman. There’s lots of companies who’ll treat her better. It’s her life. Why is it so important to you that she works there?”

  “If Katherine does not apologize to Walter, her father and I will be humiliated.”

  Sam waited, hopefully making her sweat. Of course, it was all about them. What Katie wanted, or needed, didn’t matter a damn.

  “So?” he bluntly replied. “Katie’s been humiliated by you people all her life. Why should she care?” The woman sputtered in his ear. “You do know Katie’s face is sunburned, her hands are calloused, and those red curls of hers blow all over the place in the wind.”

  “I have booked her into an exclusive spa for the weekend. They will also provide a suitable wig.”

  “Katie doesn’t need repair, or a wig. She’s beautiful just the way she is.”

  “You would think that.”

  She said it as if she just stepped her foot into something a four-legged critter had left behind. It added fuel to the slow burn that had started with her first words.

  “Look, lady. Katie gave her word to finish a job here first. She said that a Winterbourne always keeps her word.”

  “Only when it’s important to the company. And whatever she’s doing there is not.”

  Sam tapped the receiver against his thigh. It was better than having to repair drywall and replace the phone.

  “I can see why Katie never fit in with you lot. She has ethics and cares about more than covering her ass.”

  “When may I expect her call?”

  He barked a laugh. “You can expect it right now, lady, but that don’t mean it’s gonna happen.” He waited, figuring she was chewing on nails for a bit. Galvanized ones, not her no-doubt perfectly lacquered fingers.

  “Mr. Elliott, when will my daughter return to your ranch?”

  “Well,” Sam purposely drew out his answer. “Probably when she gets here.”

  “I do not find you amusing. I insist she calls me immediately.”

  Sam heard the sound of boots stomping outside, too hard for lightweight Katie. If Trey got on the phone he’d blast the woman so hard her false eyelashes would go flying.

  “You can insist all you like,” said Sam.

  “I will not take no for an answer, Mr. Elliott.”

  Sam found himself listening to a dial tone.

  “What’s up?” demanded Trey as he shucked his boots.

  “Katie’s mother is sending a car tomorrow morning to take Katie to the Missoula airport so she can be returned to the loving embrace of her family. I’m to inform her to call her mother immediately.”

  Trey’s eyes narrowed. “Loving embrace? You mean that slithering snake pit?”

  “Don’t lump snakes in with her family. Rattlers eat rodents, so serve a purpose.” Sam rubbed his stomach, suddenly sour. “The woman thinks she owns Katie. I don’t think I’ll pass on what her mother said. I don’t want Katie to leave.”

  “You ready to ask her to marry you? That will encourage her to stay.” Trey took the phone out of Sam’s hand and set it back on the hook. “Maybe Mommy Dearest just gave you the kick in the arse you needed to get down on one knee.”

  “Can’t do it without a ring.”

  “That’s easy to solve. In fact, needing her ring so you can propose might get Mom out here.”

  His heart jumped. It was his behavior that had kept his mom from returning to the home she’d shared with her husbands and sons. He had a hell of a lot of guilt burning inside him from it.

  “You think she might come out?”

  “She wants us to be happy, Sam.” Trey’s eyes stared into his soul. “She likes Katie. If marrying was the only way to keep Katie here and maybe get some more grandkids, she’d come out.” Trey nodded. “I’ll call her.”

  A huge weight lifted from Sam's shoulders. If Mom was comfortable coming to the Rocking E, and Katie agreed to marry them and stay in Climax, his life was going to be totally different. They’d be a family, complete with dogs.

  “Katie’s mom is sending a car, huh?”

  Trey’s words pulled Sam back to reality. “Yeah. Tomorrow morning.”

  “You know,” said Trey with a devilish grin, “we could tell Tom that we’re expecting an unfriendly invasion. He’s been bored since he and Dorothy got back from England, and they’re fond of Katie. You think he’s still got that chopper with the decommissioned missiles on it?”

  “You mean the hollow tubes that look real?” asked Sam. Trey nodded in reply. “You’re thinking Tom could have some fun with that car our future mother-in-law is sending?”

  “Yep,” said Trey with gusto.

  “The woman did say all’s fair in love, war, and business,” said Sam.

  “Perfect. We love Katie, she’ll be part of our Rocking E ranch business, and Tom will give her a taste of war.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Katie finished washing the breakfast dishes and peeled off her gloves. The bell for the front gate went off again. No wonder she felt twitchy, the dang thing must be broken. She turned to Sam, who sat at the table reading a cattle magazine. He’d been acting strange since she got home from visiting the MacDougals yesterday, as in happy. After supper she’d jokingly asked if he’d won the lottery. He’d put his finger over his lips and said to ask him in twenty-four hours. She’d promised herself she would wait.

  Sixteen to go.

  The first six were the best. Sam and Trey had bathed, then made slow love to her. So slow that she’d had to beg, shaking with need, before they’d let her come. And God, did she come! She’d thought they put the towels on the bed because she was still damp from her bath. No, they’d made her squirt! Even now her face heated in memory, and, if she was honest with herself, eagerness. She’d woken with one man snug
gled against each side of her. It had felt so right she hadn’t wanted to move.

  The day had dawned bright and sunny, perfect for drying the fields. Maybe Sam was happy because they’d be able to finish the haying by the weekend. She hadn’t told them about not having a job or a home to go back to. Sam had enough on his plate. After the haying, she’d explain everything. Maybe by then she’d have a plan. She’d stay for Lila’s wedding, of course. But then?

  Ding!

  “There must be something wrong with the bell at the cattle guard,” she said to Sam. “That’s the sixth”—ding!—”seventh time it’s rung.”

  “Nothing’s wrong with the bell,” said Sam without looking up. “I’m expecting company.”

  “Are you having a meeting?” She tried to hide her disgruntlement at him not bothering to tell her.

  “No, just some family coming over for a bit.”

  “Family?” Katie looked around the kitchen. The breakfast dishes were clean but they were still in the rack. “You could’ve told me! I’ve got to clean up.”

  “You might want to change,” said Sam.

  Katie looked down. Snug black yoga pants and a loose T-shirt proclaiming “Ranchers do it on horseback.” Change her clothes or clean up? Sam stood up.

  “I’ll tidy up here, if you want to head upstairs.”

  The crunch of gravel came in the open window. A line of pickups pulled into the yard. She dashed upstairs.

  Whatever the reason for their visitors, from the excited chatter downstairs it must be a happy one. She shucked her clothes, stuffing them in the bottom of the closet. The fastest way to cover herself would be to put on a dress. It would also make Sam and Trey happy. She’d never worn the white one with red cherries accented by bright green piping. She switched into a champagne-colored bra and panties, put the dress on, and slipped on a pair of black flats. A quick brush of her hair and she was done. She hadn’t yet had a chance to purchase any makeup, so would go without.