She didn’t protest the spanking. Interesting.
“I turned up the thermostat, and you can stay close to one of the fireplaces. We have five.”
Her arms crossed over her ample breasts, pushing them up. Evan’s cock hardened further.
“I still think it’s unfair.” She pouted.
Evan nodded in agreement. “I doubt you’ll find many of your punishments to be fair. But you don’t control things. So best we get started, don’t you think?”
Casey looked uncertain. “Do you want me to kneel?”
So Sin had her kneeling at his feet, did he? Damn, Sin loved playing king of the mountain in the bedroom.
“No, that’s what Sin likes. I like a sexy bottom draped over my lap for a spanking.”
Evan patted his lap and had to hide his smile when Casey practically tripped over her own feet to get to him.
“Careful, honey. No hurry on this. We can take our time and savor this.”
That’s just what he did. She was bent over his knee, her perfectly shaped ass pushed up and begging to be spanked. It reminded him of that first day at Martin’s when she had bent over trying on boots. Her ass was spectacular.
He took his time stroking it, then tickling her thighs. Her thighs parted slightly, and Evan knew she was inviting him to explore her pussy. His fingers delved between her honey-covered pussy lips, only to find her swollen and wet. He slid a finger into her tight cunt and brushed his thumb over her clit. Casey moaned and squirmed in response. He felt more confident than ever she was going to love her punishments.
“You’re very wet, honey. Are you excited about your spanking?”
He pressed another finger inside her, and she gave another half moan, half groan. He continued torturing her clit, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge of orgasm but not enough to go over. Her pussy was clamping on to his fingers, and he rubbed her sweet spot to send her arousal higher. He could do this all day until she was ready for her spanking.
“Please, Evan, for the love of God, spank me or finish me!”
She’s ready.
Casey’s voice was hoarse with need. Her sense of pleasure and pain would be all mixed up at this point. He raised his hand and came down on her creamy globes, leaving a red handprint against the pale skin. She jumped for a second but raised her bottom slightly higher, inviting more. He gave her more. His hand came down over and over, warming up her bottom and turning her skin a beautiful shade of bright pink.
He slipped his fingers back down to her drenched pussy. Her honey was raining on his fingers. She was very near the edge.
* * * *
Her ass and pussy were on fire. Her clit was swollen, and she had to bite her lip to keep from begging Evan to touch her. There was a perverse part of her wanting to prolong the spanking. Her bottom cheeks were burning, but each smack sent a twisting flame of pleasure to her cunt and clit.
“Do you need more, baby? Have you learned your lesson?”
Casey panted to catch her breath as his fingers circled her clit. A whimper was all she could muster in response. She could feel his pulsing cock underneath her and knew he wasn’t in much better shape. He wouldn’t hold back much longer. She wasn’t surprised when he lifted her up and bent her over the cushioned arm of the sofa.
“Yes, Evan, fuck me! Make me come.”
Casey’s voice was strained and breathless. He nudged her thighs apart with his knees while he dug a condom from his pocket.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, honey. Are you ready for my hard cock in your pretty pussy?”
She loved the nasty, dirty talk. She gave it right back to him.
“I need your cock in my pussy, Evan. I need you to fuck me hard.”
She heard his zipper and the crinkle of the condom, then the blunt end of his cock nudging her cunt. His hands grasped her hips and he entered her in one hard stroke, his balls slapping her ass. She was so wet he slid in easily. She felt him pause for a moment and heard his ragged breathing.
“I’m gonna ride you fast and hard, Casey. You want it?”
“Give it to me, Evan. I can take it.”
He fucked her without mercy. His cock slammed into her swollen pussy over and over again, running over her sweet spot until she was dizzy and seeing stars. He didn’t make her wait. He reached around and pinched her clit, sending her straight into climax. It seemed to rip through her like a tidal wave of pleasure, running from her nose to toes. She screamed his name just as he thrust into her one last time. Her tissues were so sensitive she could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as he filled the condom with his seed.
He slumped over her before levering himself off and disappearing for a moment. She jumped when he started cleaning her thighs with a warm cloth.
“Easy, honey. Let me take care of you.”
She relaxed and luxuriated in being cared for by this wonderful man. Evan was certainly different than Sin but no less amazing. When he was done, he lifted her and cuddled her closely to his warm body on the couch, stroking and praising her. She nestled closer, rubbing her face on his muscular chest.
“Are you okay, honey? I got a little carried away. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Casey looked up into his steel-blue eyes. “No, it was awesome. Amazing. Fucking fantastic. And you’re right.”
Evan looked puzzled. “Right about what, honey?”
Casey smiled. “I’m going to be defying Sin all the time. I can’t wait to be punished again.”
Chapter 12
That weekend was the beginning of the best three weeks of Casey’s life. Monday through Friday, Evan and Sin would work at the store and she would watch their bulging biceps as they hammered and sanded. She was fascinated by the play of muscles, but mostly she was fascinated by these men.
Sin was opening up to her a little more each day. He would never be a talkative man, but when he said something, it had real meaning. Evan did most of the talking for them and she found herself challenging him at dinner each evening. Sometimes it was over politics, sometimes over local events, but each time he surprised her with his intellect and grasp of most subjects. These men were rare finds.
She also found her heart aching every time she thought of leaving them. She was falling hard for them and fighting her feelings didn’t seem to be working. Her men seemed just as happy to be with her. They wanted to be with her every day and as much as possible. Neither of them spoke of their feelings, but she could see tender emotions in their eyes. Her men worked hard, they were smart, they were God’s Gift to Women in bed, and they treated her like a princess. She was completely and totally spoiled. At the end of each day, she would either end up at their home, sipping wine while Sin prepared a gourmet meal, or she allowed them to take her out to dinner for the evening at the Inn. Either way, she was a winner.
Each long day would then end with the most amazing sex since, well, sex was invented. She didn’t have empirical proof, but she was sure no one on the planet was getting it as good as she was on a daily basis. Sin’s dominance never ceased to get her motor going. She was spending quality time on her knees, but Sin was spending quality time with his tongue in her pussy. It seemed like a fair trade. Evan enjoyed meting out the punishments and fucking her hard from behind. She was glad they didn’t have any close neighbors, as she was extremely vocal about what she wanted in bed. She was usually hoarse from exhorting them to fuck her harder and faster. She had lost count of her orgasms long ago. Her sexless existence in Tampa seemed very far away.
Kind of. She knew this happiness would be short-lived. Eventually, the boys would be done with the renovations and she would sell the store and move back to Tampa. But suddenly, leaving Spirit, the store, and her men didn’t seem like the great deal it had a month ago. In fact, it was starting to look downright depressing. She liked running the store and talking to the townspeople when they stopped in to shop. She had long gotten over her shyness regarding the merchandise. She was a sex toy expert now. She especially like
d the research the three of them did on occasion when new inventory showed up.
She had thought Sin and Evan would have been done with the renovations by now, but she couldn’t argue with the quality work. The new shelves and showcases were masterpieces of sturdy oak. Sin himself had finished the furniture by hand. She had lost count of the number of coats of protective varnish. The furniture would last for the next hundred years.
Besides, it was her fault they weren’t done. She was a little ashamed that she was trying to distract them from their work. She would change a design ever so slightly, just so it would take them longer. She couldn’t sell until they were done. Until she sold the store, she couldn’t leave. It was motivation enough to distract them as often as she thought she could get away with it. Lorna was giving her a sly smile these days, so she doubted she was fooling anyone but the men.
Evan came from the back room of the store, whistling a tune and bearing hot chocolate. Despite it being the end of March, it was still very cold in Colorado.
“I made you some hot chocolate, honey. This will warm you up.”
Casey gave him a grateful smile. They took such good care of her. “Thank you, that’s so thoughtful. The store is a little chilly.”
“Want me to throw another log on the fire?”
Casey shook her head. The men worked up a sweat and would be uncomfortable if the store was any warmer. “No, I’m the only one that’s cold. I’ll drink my hot chocolate and sit closer to the fire while I work on the books. I’ll be fine.”
Evan looked doubtful. “Are you sure? We don’t want you to be cold.”
“I’m sure. I—”
Casey’s cell phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
“Excuse me, Evan.”
Evan ducked away as she answered.
“Hello.”
“Is this Casey Charles?”
Casey frowned. The man’s voice was unknown. She glanced at the screen—unknown number. Shit, she should have checked first. It was probably someone trying to sell her something.
“Who’s calling, please?”
The unknown man cleared his throat. “This is Jonathan Pettit. I’m trying to get Casey Charles.”
Jonathan Pettit? The Jonathan Pettit?
He owned the most exclusive PR firm in Chicago. He knew everyone that was anyone. Anyone who worked for him was set for life.
Casey took a deep breath. “This is Casey Charles. How may I help you, Mr. Pettit?”
“Please call me J.P. May I call you Casey?”
There was much more warmth in the man’s voice now. Casey tried to slow her racing heart. This was Jonathan Pettit, for fuck’s sake.
“Yes, please.”
“Casey, I’m going to be in Denver for a few days on business and was hoping to stop in to see you. I’d like to talk about an opportunity here at my firm in Chicago. I’ve heard some amazing things about you from Brett Simmons.”
Brett? Her erstwhile ex-boyfriend had actually kept his word and was trying to help her career? Maybe he wasn’t the total asshole she had written him off to be. Maybe.
Casey gathered her courage. “I’m not sure, Mr. Pettit. I’m quite busy these days, and I’m not interested in a junior position. Even if that junior position is in a firm as well thought of as yours.”
She could hear his warm chuckle. “I told you to call me J.P., Casey. This position is far from junior. I don’t want to get into too many details over the phone. Trust me, it will be well worth your time. I wouldn’t insult you with anything less.”
Casey was silent for a moment. This was one of those too-good-to-be-true moments.
“Casey? I was hoping to see you in a few days. I was told you’re in Spirit, correct? I can be there on Thursday. Perhaps we can have some coffee and just chat. Get to know one another. Thursday, Casey?”
Casey nodded, then realized she was on the phone. “Yes, Thursday will be fine. I look forward to it.”
“Good. I’ll call you when I get there, and you can tell me where we can meet. I look forward to this, too. See you on Thursday.”
They hung up, and Casey sat stunned. If this was what she thought, she was about to be offered the chance of a lifetime.
“Hey, honey, you look far away. Is everything okay?”
Casey looked up from her phone at two of the most wonderful men in the world. Her heart lurched painfully. She was going to get the chance of a lifetime, at the most wrong time in her life.
* * * *
Casey wandered downtown Spirit, looking in the display windows and freezing her tail off. She wouldn’t even be out here if Jonathan Pettit hadn’t called her today with what sounded like a job offer. Working for Jonathan Pettit would be a dream come true.
It was what drove her from the store. Sin and Evan were working away, blissfully unaware of the importance of the phone call she had received. When they had inquired about the call, she had made up some excuse about a business colleague calling. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth. How could she say what it really meant?
Gee, guys, not sure, but it sounds like I might be offered a dream job over a thousand miles from here. Thanks so much for the multiple orgasms! You’re sex gods! Keep in touch!
She found herself in front of the Harmony Café. She pushed open the door and looked around for a table. A piece of coconut pie might help her think things through. It certainly couldn’t hurt.
“Casey, over here! Come join us.”
Lana was waving her over to a table by in the back. Casey recognized Hannah, and Selena, too. She had met them when they visited her store looking for something to tempt and torment their men. She had been happy to help out. It was nice to have friends she could talk to. She hadn’t made many friends in Tampa, despite living there for the last ten years. She headed for the back of the restaurant and to their welcoming smiles.
“Hey, what brings you out of the store today?”
Lana was working on a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Casey’s stomach gurgled with hunger. She threw herself down in a chair.
“I’m restless, I guess. I got some news today, and I don’t know how I feel about it.”
Selena gave her an appraising look. “In my experience, you do know how you feel about it. You just don’t like how you feel about it.”
Casey opened her mouth to protest but shut it with a resigned sigh.
“Maybe. How can things be so wonderful and yet so awful? All at the same time, mind you.”
A slice of pie and a cup of hot chocolate was placed in front of Casey. They knew her so well she didn’t even have to order. Her first bite was heaven. Where would she ever get pie this good if she left Spirit?
“I had a job offer. Well, kind of. A PR firm in Chicago wants to talk to me about a job. It would certainly be in the dream-job category.”
Lana frowned. “That’s a huge opportunity. But it seems like you, Sin, and Evan have been getting very close lately. You all seem so happy together.
Casey chewed on her lower lip. “We are happy. Very happy. I’m falling in love with them. Oh hell, I’m already in love with them.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s my dream. What kind of woman would I be to give up my dream for a man? Oops, men. A doormat kind of woman, that’s what.”
Hannah shook her head with a sad smile. “Casey, what nonsense. Dreams come and go. They change. People change, too. And you’re not a doormat if you choose love. Geez, do we look like doormats?”
“No, but none of you gave up your dream job for your men, either.”
Selena sipped at her coffee. “If it’s such a dream, then why are you conflicted at all? This should be a no-brainer.”
Yes, it should. She should be throwing confetti and breaking open champagne.
“It’s not that easy. I really like Spirit.”
Lana’s eyebrow quirked up. “And you love Sin and Evan.”
Casey closed her eyes and let her forehead
fall forward onto the cool table.
“Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.”
Lana pulled her up and patted her hand. “You’ll do the right thing when the time comes. You’ll know, Casey. What is right will seem right. I promise you.”
“It better. I’m no closer to figuring this out than when I got the phone call. Shit, look at the time. I have to go. Thanks for being there for me. You guys are good friends. I mean it. I’ll figure this out.”
Lana nodded. “You better. Sin and Evan are good men. They deserve consideration here. But if you decide to go to Chicago, we’ll support you, too.”
“Thank you. It means a lot to me that you say that. I really need to think this through.”
Casey stepped out into the bright sunlight. She was more confused than ever, and Jonathan Pettit was coming to town.
Chapter 13
Thursday was bright and sunny, with the temperature hovering around forty degrees. Casey marveled at how quickly she had accustomed to the cold. Her blood had thickened up as everyone had predicted.
She hadn’t said anything to Sin and Evan about her meeting with Jonathan Pettit. She kept telling herself there was really nothing to tell until she found out why he was here. She was about to find out now. She was meeting him at the Harmony Café in moments.
She pushed open the door to the café, and her eyes zeroed in on a handsome, dark-haired man, probably in his midthirties. He was dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, but his very presence screamed rich businessman. She made her way over to the table.
“Mr. Pettit?”
He turned from the menu he was reading and gave her a smile. He really was a handsome man.
“Casey Charles? Please join me. I’m just trying to decide what kind of pie to have. What do you recommend?”
Casey slipped off her coat and sat across from him.
“Actually, I suggest the coconut custard. It’s my favorite. But S—um, my friend likes the apple.”
She didn’t want to bring Sin and Evan into this conversation.
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