Loving Their Dream Weaver
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A moment later, their clothes hit the floor and then they were skin–to-skin, with Penn pressing against her front and Liam her back. He spread kisses over her shoulder as Penn reclaimed her lips.
Suz felt overwhelmed and nearly beyond the capacity of thought when Penn pulled back and looked at her. “Where do ye want me, luv?”
Remembering that Liam had taken her ass the last time they’d claimed the loom, she smiled. “I want you in my ass this time, Penn.”
* * * *
He grinned as his cock throbbed its happiness. “Thank ye, luv. That’s just where I’d like to be.”
Taking a step back, he turned her so Liam could love her. His heart filled as his brother lifted her, his hands cupped under her beautiful ass. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and began to hunch against him, rubbing her clit against the length of his cock.
Penn reached for a small basket they’d tucked onto a shelf the day before. Pulling out the bottle of lube and the hand towel, he quickly prepared himself. This claiming was going to be fast and hot. They were all too emotional and close to the edge to tease or drag out the loving.
* * * *
Liam sat on the bench, so close to coming he prayed he could hold on until Penn joined them. For a man who’d always prided himself on his ability to control his orgasm, he felt like his head was going to blow off his body if he didn’t get inside Suz real soon.
“Lass, ye’ve shredded me control.” He growled as he lifted her up his body until he could suckle a nipple. That put her open, wet warmth just above the head of his cock.
Suz only moaned in response, stabbing her fingers through his hair and holding him securely to her breast. She groaned a protest when he lifted his lips from her body. Her eyes met his and grew impossibly wide when he lowered her down onto his throbbing erection.
“God, ye feel like heaven.” He grinned as she settled fully over him. Then he locked his jaw as she shifted, rubbing her clit against him. “Penn, ye gotta join us now. I don’t know how long I can hold back.”
“Lay back and spread her wide. I’m more than ready,” came the growled reply.
Chapter 10
Penn watched as Liam lay back on the bench, pulling Suz with him. He moved to the end of the bench and found her spread wide and looking oh, so lovely. While Liam held her still, he quickly spread lube over her puckered star and then slipped one finger inside.
“Ah lass, yer so beautiful.” He leaned up and laid a line of kisses down her spine as he added more lube, along with a second finger, and then a third.
“Now, Penn. Take me now.” Suz panted, breathy with need.
“A’right luv. Relax yer ass and let me in.”
He rubbed one hand up and down her back as his other hand took hold of his cock and guided it. Closing his eyes, he fought the urge to slam home as fast as he could. Instead, he inched past her tight ring of muscle as slowly as he could manage. By the time he was fully seated, sweat was rolling off of him and he was sure he would die if he had to hold back more than a few seconds.
“Luv, how are ye feeling?”
* * * *
Suz panted, trying to relax while trying not to move away, as Penn filled her back hole. With Liam already filling her cunt to capacity, she was stretched to a pleasured pain by the time Penn’s abdomen pressed against her ass.
“Move. Now. I need to…” Suz pleaded as Penn wrapped his hands around her hips.
She couldn’t help him as he began to move her hips so she rose and fell, advancing on one brother’s cock while the other brother’s retreated. Penn moved her slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt her. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
“Harder. More. Now.” She growled, reaching up and pinching Liam’s budded nipples.
When Penn began moving her faster, rougher, Liam pulled one hand from his chest and laid it on the loom. “Penn, give us yer hand.”
The brothers laid their hands over hers, all clutching at the wood underneath as Suz slammed her hips back and forth between theirs.
“I’m so close. So close. Now!” She ended on a scream as the orgasm that had been swirling around her like a cyclone closed over her. It picked her up and threw her over the edge into a bliss she wasn’t sure she’d survive.
The wood immediately heated up under their hands and, as before, a warm tingling traveled from her fingertips to spread throughout her entire body. She closed her eyes and saw each of the women who’d preceded her at the loom. Starting with her great-grandmother, she saw flashes of each of the more than twenty women who had sat at the loom before her. She saw them and they smiled back, each sharing their love for weaving and for their McKenzie man who had made such a thing possible. When she reached Sarah, the original Dream Weaver, Sarah looked at her over the shoulder of the original McKenzie man as they loved at the loom the night she invoked the original magic of the loom.
“Good for you, girl. Every time the loom is moved, it must be claimed again. Also, every time ye need to strengthen the magic. Remember to love yer men well and let them fuss over ye once in awhile. That’s what makes a McKenzie man so special, the fussin.’”
When the images in her head stopped, the lust that had been rolling through her peaked again, taking her even higher than before. The muscles of her cunt and ass clamped down on the cocks filling her. The brothers slammed home one last time, holding themselves deep inside her as their growls harmonized with her scream of completion. Their seed pulsed, sending hot, sparkling fire through her, prolong her orgasm until she was certain she would not survive.
Finally the visions stopped and the orgasm retreated, leaving her unable to move, to think, to do anything more than breathe. She didn’t try to stop him when Penn gently pulled from her and went to clean up. He came back a few minutes later and cleaned her before kissing each ass cheek.
Liam lay under her, radiating heat. She didn’t have the strength to fight when he wrapped his arms around her and sat up, lifting her until he fell from her core. After using a damp towel to wipe up, he rearranged them on the bench so that she sat in front of him, facing the loom.
“Try to weave now.” He murmured, rubbing his face in her hair as his arms wrapped around her middle.
Suz picked up the shuttle she’d left on the loom and, taking a deep breath, played with the appropriate peddles. After wrapping the weft thread around the take up bar to hold it snug, she threw the shuttle.
The shuttle slipped between the warp threads easily, the bobbin dropping thread. She caught it with her other hand. “It worked!” Pulling on the beater bar, she went on to quickly complete several more rows.
Turning her head, she looked from Liam to Penn, who’d slid onto the bench next to them. “I can weave again! Thank you.” She kissed Liam first, and then leaned to kiss Penn.
“Ye might want to make a note in that guide of Ruth’s about this so that the future Dream Weavers will ken,” Penn advised.
Suz nodded. “Later. Right now I need to do some weaving.”
“No. Right now we’re gonna talk about what the hell just happened out there in front of the barn.” Liam lifted her from the loom and carried her to the daybed in the corner. Somehow they all fit, with her in the middle of a McKenzie sandwich. “I canna believe ye did such a dangerous stunt.” He murmured into her hair. “The man had a gun and ye walked up to him like it was an ice cream cone. What were ye thinkin,’ lass?”
They leaned over her with remnants of terror in their expressions. She’d done it again. She’d charged forward instead of letting them take care of her.
She shrugged and dropped her gaze. “I wasn’t thinking. I just got so mad. All I wanted to do was hurt him like he’d hurt the loom. He’d destroyed weeks of weaving and trashed the studio and scared me and . . . I’m sorry.”
“She truly has become the Dream Weaver,” Penn said. “To put the loom and the weaving before her own life, she truly is the Dream Weaver.”
Liam nodded and then began to chuckle. “Whe
re did you learn to kick like that?”
“College. I was the kicker on the coed intramural football team.”
That brought a smile to Penn’s lips. “’Twas a verra good kick and just what the moment called for. But next time, how about we try to talk first before ye blast the bad guys away with yer lethal moves.”
“God, please dunna let there be a next time,” Liam said as he settled even closer to Suz.
“So what happens now?”
“Roane is dealin’ with yer ex even as we lay here. The company’s doing well, but we need ta get ye more involved in the workings.” Liam looked at his brother with a grin. “She thinks she doesna have any money.”
Penn grunted with a matching smile. “Luv, ye own a grand company. Yer worth millions and millions. Unfortunately, this might not be the last time somethin’ like this happens. We’ll have ta watch over ye ta make sure no one else tries to steal ye away from us.” He ran his hand up and down her side and she could feel he was relaxing.
“God, help us all,” Liam interjected, as he kissed and nibbled her neck.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What do ye mean, luv?” Penn kissed her cheek as he slipped his hand down her body to play with a nipple.
“The studio’s cleaned and defunked. Do we have to move the loom back to the studio right away?”
Liam looked at Penn in another of their moments of silent communication. Then he dropped a kiss on her nose. “It can wait until we get back from our trip. For now, ye need ta concentrate on weaving a beautiful shawl for Mother Nature and lettin’ us love on our beautiful Dream Weaver. Especially since we’re leavin’ for Scotland in three weeks.”
That tidbit of information had Suz sitting up and trying to climb over Penn. He grabbed her and brought back her back between them. “And where do ye think yer goin’?”
“I’ve got to get to work. I only have three weeks.”
“It can wait, luv. At least until ye’ve worn us out.” He pulled her in and kissed her and then proceeded to show her how much they really did love their Dream Weaver.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but appreciates air conditioning, computers and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir and needle-weaving.
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