Carlee moaned and gripped the sheets in her fisted hands. Her pussy throbbed.
SMACK! SMACK!
Each time Ben’s hand connected with her backside, the flames he ignited on her ass traveled between her legs.
SMACK!
“More!” she cried.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She squirmed against his cock.
Dan grasped her around the waist, lifting her from Ben’s lap and sliding her across his thighs.
They felt rough, hairy…wonderful. She rubbed her breasts against them.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Carlee creamed against his thigh. One of them slid their fingers in inside her, but she couldn’t see who it was. It didn't matter.
“Our little warrior is wet.” She turned her head to see Ben massaging his cock with her essence.
A gasp escaped her when a feeling of exquisite fullness filled her bottom.
She rose up on her knees and writhed against Ben, grinding her backside into his groin.
“Easy, little warrior,” he crooned in her ear.
“Fuck me!” she cried. “I want you both. Now.” She glared at Dan. “If you don’t fuck my pussy, I’ll…I’ll…”
He tipped his head back against the headboard and laughed. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll cry,” she moaned.
He sobered. “We can’t have that now, can we?” He leaned over and kissed her nose. “No tears, little warrior.”
Ben eased out of her bottom. She felt empty.
He brushed back the hair trailing down her shoulders. “I’ll slip back in once you get settled on Dan.”
She straddled Dan, her knees on either side of his legs. Dan grasped her hips and positioned her so that her pussy covered his swollen cock. Slowly, she slid down onto his stiff member, sighing with pleasure.
“Place your hands on either side of my shoulders.”
She did as he told her. He pushed all the way in, settling his cock deep inside her.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” She let go of a sigh.
He pumped into her, moving his hips up and down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She felt that familiar sting of Ben’s palm on her ass. Then he filled her, pushing his cock in until her body and mind were filled with nothing but the two of them.
“I love your ass.” He whispered in her ear.
She didn’t know which way to move. Should she push back against Ben or slide down on Dan?
They took their cues from her. When she slid down on Dan’s cock, Ben pushed into her ass. She rose on her knees, just until the tip of Dan’s cock kissed her wet pussy. Ben moved, pulling out of her bottom hole.
She slid down again.
Ben pushed into her bottom.
Ben and Dan stopped pumping into her, long enough so that Ben could play with her breasts. Dan reached for her clit, brushing his finger over the sensitive little peak.
She came hard, grinding her bottom against Ben.
Dan palmed her breasts, sliding the pads of his thumbs across the hard little nubs.
Ben placed a hand over her swollen clit.
“Hard!” she cried. “Rub it again…hard.”
He obliged, pressing against her clit with the tip of his middle finger. He massaged it, rotating his finger in a circular motion.
She came again, her orgasm leaving her breathless.
Dan’s cock grew inside her pussy, while Ben’s widened and filled her ass. They pumped into her again.
She cried out as another orgasm took hold. “Ben! Dan!”
Then she felt their essence pour into her.
They held onto her for several minutes.
All she heard was their mingled breathing.
She collapsed against Dan. He reached over and kissed the top of her head.
“Little warrior.” He murmured. “We’ve worn you out.”
“The hell you did,” she replied saucily. “I’ve worn you out.” Carlee yawned, spoiling the effect.
He rolled onto his side, placing an arm over her waist. Her wet pussy glistened with his juices. She wiggled it against his cock.
Ben crawled up the bed, and lay beside her. She pushed her bottom against his dick.
She let go of a contented sigh.
Dan stroked the side of her head, tangling his fingers in her long curls.
Ben stroked her face.
A feeling of peace and contentment washed over her.
A powerful, savage love beat in her breasts.
It sounded like the drums she'd heard on the reservation all those years ago.
Chapter Fourteen
Carlee was happy. For the first time in her life, she could feel comfortable in her own skin and do as she pleased without any censure.
Well, almost.
Ben and Dan watched over her like two hawks guarding their baby. She once read somewhere that red-tailed hawks mated for life.
Smiling at that thought, she drew up her legs while sitting on the window seat in her bedroom. The day dawned sunny and cold, but Dan was outside, chopping wood for the fireplace in the den. She managed to sneak a peek at him, without moving the curtains and without divulging her hiding spot.
He was magnificent. His long, dark hair trailed across his massive shoulders and wide back. She liked his ass, too. Outlined by his jeans, it was as tight as Ben’s. Round. Firm.
She sighed, clutching her hands around her knees, her clit throbbing.
She wished she could be outside there with Dan, and grab hold of his butt.
…plus a few other things.
Carlee got up from the window seat and took her sketchpad and pencil from the desk. By the time she settled back in her hiding spot, she noticed he had removed his shirt. The sun shone high, his naked torso gleaming from the rays of light cascading from the sky.
She sketched quickly, not wanting to miss one second of the wonderful portrait Dan’s body made. A few minutes went by, and the sun chose to scoot behind a cloud. Dan shrugged back into his shirt. He reached down and grabbed an armful of logs.
Carlee grinned, for she got an excellent look at his tight, round ass.
She heard a knock on her bedroom door.
Jumping off the window seat, she stashed her sketchpad under her bed.
“Come in!” she called.
Ben walked in, the sight of his shoulder holster and gun a constant reminder of exactly why she was hiding in a cottage in Seaside.
He angled his head. “What are you doing?”
“I was uh, um…” She shoved some of her long, curly hair behind her ears. “I was resting.”
He nodded.
“Dan is inside. I’m going to take a break for a little while.”
She walked over to him.
Ben. So serious. So brooding.
She ran a finger over his lips. “Aren’t you going to smile today?”
A corner of his mouth lifted.
“There,” she murmured. “I like it when you smile.”
He walked toward the door. “I’ll be right next door if you need me, but for now, Dan’s in charge.” He rubbed his eyes.
She pursed her lips. “You must be very tired.”
He looked over at her. He had his hand on the doorknob. “A little.”
“You were up all last night. Did you get to sleep much today?”
He opened the door. “You’re not to worry about me, Carlee.”
“Ben?”
He turned and looked at her.
She gave him a little smile. “I like to worry about you.”
* * * *
A few minutes later, she was downstairs in the kitchen, fixing her favorite dish.
Dan walked in, his holster and gun strapped on his shoulder.
“Hi there,” she greeted him cheerily. “Hungry?”
“Not really,” he murmured.
She went back to flip over the pieces of tofu sizzling in the hot oil. “You know, you and Ben have big—” She removed a piec
e of tofu that looked to be getting too brown.
“Big what?” he asked, a grin on his face.
She batted her eyes. “Guns.”
He just shook his head then glanced outside. “Here, let me finish that. You shouldn’t be standing by the stove in full view of the window.”
She sighed and placed the tongs on the counter. “The curtains are closed, no one can see in.”
Dan walked to the stove, moving her aside by bumping his hip into hers.
“I’m not taking any chances,” he told her. He removed several pieces of fried tofu from the pan. “And this stuff looks…” He wrinkled his nose. “Pretty gross.”
“It’s delicious.” She huffed.
He gave her a dark look. “If you’re going to stay in the kitchen, go sit down by the table. That’s not by any windows.”
She walked over to the table, rolling her eyes.
“And quit rolling your eyes.”
She plunked down in a chair. “I wasn’t.”
“You forget.” He aimed the tongs at her. “I’ve known you since you were sixteen. You can’t fool me.”
She heard a piece of tofu sizzle in the pan. Carlee rose from her chair and walked over to the stove. “Hey! Watch what you’re doing. It’s going to burn.”
Dan snapped his brows together. “If you don’t sit your butt in that chair over there, I’ll bust your little ass for real.”
She patted his. “You mean, that spanking I got yesterday wasn’t real?” She reached around and grabbed his balls.
“Cut it out!” He tried to move, but she held on fast. “It’s dangerous to fool around by hot oil.”
“Ben’s upstairs, we could always fool around up there—you, me…him.”
She felt his cock swell in her hand.
He shook his head and sighed. “That’s dangerous, too.”
He turned around and grabbed her arm. Swatting her bottom, he led her over to a chair at the kitchen table. He leaned down, his nose brushing hers. “Now sit here. And stay put.”
She gave him a mock salute.
He smirked. “Wise ass.”
He went back over to the stove and finished the tofu. Grabbing the plate full of fried little pieces, he brought them over to her. “Enjoy,” he told her.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” she asked.
“Tofu’s not my thing.”
She put some of the tofu on another plate. “Yes, I know all about your um…thing.” She grinned.
It felt wonderful to tease him.
“Will I get some more of your thing, and uh, Ben’s, tonight?”
He folded his arms across his chest. “We can’t spend every minute of every day making love to you.”
She rolled her eyes. “More’s the pity.” She raised a hand to her mouth, covering it. “Oooooooooooooops. I forgot. No eye rolling. Hmmmmm…now, let me see. Is that rule number four or number five that I broke?”
“We’re going to have to devise some punishment that you don’t enjoy.” He grinned.
She got up from the table, plate in hand. Walking out of the kitchen, she said over her shoulder. “You could always spank my pussy.”
Carlee heard his sharp intake of breath then something banged and crashed to the floor. “Goddamn it!” he growled.
She kept walking, smiling the entire time.
* * * *
When she reached Ben’s room, the joke was on her because her body responded to the image in her mind of Dan actually spanking her pussy.
Crap.
She rested her head against Ben’s door, trying to calm her throbbing clit and racing heart.
Carlee snapped her brows together when she heard the sound of running water.
She turned the knob on the door. It opened. She walked in, careful not to make a sound. Placing the covered plate filled with fried tofu on the table next to his bed, she sat down on the mattress. The covers were rumpled. She grabbed one of Ben’s pillows and held it to her nose, inhaling his masculine scent.
She tossed the pillow back on the bed and stretched out on it.
The next thing she knew, Ben walked into the room, a towel around his lean hips.
“What are you doing in here?” He snapped his brows together
She raised her head. “I was waiting for you.” She sat up and motioned toward the plate on the nightstand. “I brought you some lunch.”
He nodded. “That’s very nice, but you don’t need to wait on me. I’m a big boy.”
She grinned, her gaze lowering to his towel-clad hips. “So I noticed.”
Ben scowled. He turned and strapped a watch to his wrist. Carlee loved looking at his naked back. His feet were big. Long. Narrow.
What was that old saying about the size of a man’s feet being equal to his cock?
Damn, but she wished he would drop the towel!
“What’s the matter, did you drive Dan insane? Is that why he sent you up here to torment me?”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
He just shook his head.
Carlee wanted to have a little fun. “Why uh, no.” She glanced down casually at the nails of one hand. “As a matter of fact, Dan and I were having a very serious discussion.”
He ran a comb through his hair. “Really?” He opened one of the drawers in the bureau and took out a t-shirt. “About what?”
She smiled. “We discussed spanking my pussy.”
He turned around so fast, his towel slipped. He looked down. “Shit!”
Carlee reached out and snagged the towel. “That's much better.”
He dove for the bed, grabbing his jeans. She snatched those from him, too, clutching them to her chest.
“You can have them if you say, ‘Dan and I will spank Carlee’s pussy.’”
“You’re nuts!” He rose to his full height, his cock stiff and straight.
She saw him shudder.
Carlee shoved the jeans at him. “Here. I can’t stand seeing you shiver.”
He grabbed them from her outstretched hands and shoved his feet into the legs.
She angled her head. “That watch you're wearing looks old.” Carlee got up on her knees, fingering the dial and gold band. The white face of the watch stood out against the bronze of Ben’s skin. “Where did you get it?” she asked softly.
“It was my father’s.”
Ben grabbed the t-shirt from the dresser and shrugged into it, pulling it over his head, shoulders and chest. Then he strapped on his holster and gun.
“Are your parents still alive?” she asked him, suddenly filled with curiosity—she wanted to know everything about him.
She curled her feet under her bottom and settled on the bed.
“No. I actually grew up with Dan’s family. My parents passed away when I was a teenager.”
“Oh. I-I never realized…” She tucked some hair behind her ears.
“Dan’s family became mine.”
She frowned. “Your parents couldn’t have been that old when they died.”
“They weren’t.” He plunked down on the bed.
Carlee bounced from the added weight. She scooted over to give him room while he put a pair of socks on his feet.
His long, narrow feet.
She chewed her lower lip. “How did they die?”
He didn’t reply.
“Ben?”
“What?”
“How did they die?”
He looked directly into her eyes. “Influenza.”
She started to reply, then shut her mouth.
“Remember when you snuck into the reservation—that time me and Dan had those colds? Well, we had the flu, but not half as bad as what a lot of other people got.” He rose to his feet. “Help came, but not soon enough. At least, not for my parents.”
“Oh Ben.” She held out a hand to him, but he didn’t take it. “I-I didn’t realize and…I’m so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him. “But why didn’t you ever talk about it back then? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“But still, it must have been…terrible,” she whispered.
He nodded. “It was, but, that only spurred me on—gave me and Dan—the impetus to get the hell away from the reservation.”
A corner of her mouth trembled. “You were more like brothers than friends.”
“We still are.” He stood and pulled her up from the bed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to rest.”
“Sure.” She glanced at the plate. “If you’re hungry, you can have the fried tofu.” She made her voice sound light.
But inside, her heart felt heavy, like a lead weight.
“I’ll uh, let you know how I like it.” He winced.
“Don’t bother. I already know.”
She walked to the door. Ben followed behind.
Turning to face him, she said, “Have a nice nap.”
“I will.” He stretched up, resting one hand on the door. “Oh and Carlee?”
His voice sounded deep, seductive.
“What?” She whispered, taking a step toward him.
“Closer.” He crooked his finger.
She took another step.
He leaned his head down, pushing aside some of her hair. His lips trailed a scorching path down her throat, settling by her ear. “Dan and I will spank your pussy later.” He whispered.
She sagged against him.
He kissed her hard then shut the door.
Leaving Carlee standing there, the taste of him on her lips, her mouth agape.
Chapter Fifteen
Back in her room, Carlee sketched Ben’s nude body from images she'd saved in her memory.
His form took shape on the paper, her quick strokes fashioning him into a tall, bronzed, Native American version of Michelangelo’s David. When she finished, she sat back and admired her work, knowing that she captured the essence of Ben—in his serious face and tall, muscular body.
She leaned over and kissed his cock, stroking her hand across it.
She did the same thing to his face.
Carlee wished he were there with her so she could do it in person.
She angled her head, studying her work, remembering how she learned that Gaugin, a famous artist, did his best work directly from his imagination. Maybe she liked to do that, too, because memory was so much better than real life.
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