For all brashness in the world, Hailey couldn’t hang on anymore to dignity. Not when the vibrator started to spasm and the slaps kept coming. She could bear no more. She needed them, and she needed them now.
“Uncle!”
All motion came to a stop, though it took her several minutes to follow suit. She’d barely wound down enough to breathe without the air flaring the flames licking through her body. For as hot as her skin flushed, Kyle’s breath felt almost cool across her cheek.
“What was that?”
“Uncle. Enough,” Hailey panted, turning her head in Kyle’s direction to beg. “I don’t want to play anymore. I want to make babies. Please.”
“Is that right?” The deep baritone drawl of Cole’s had a hard cut to it. “You wanna make a baby. You think that pretty plea is going to make me forget about the debt you owe me?”
He didn’t sound amendable, but the rope loosening around her ankle did made her rush to beg. “Baby now, debt later.”
“There’s interest,” Cole warned.
“Don’t care.” And she didn’t.
Hailey only cared that one ankle now lay free while the ropes loosened around her other one. Kyle disappeared, but she knew where to when the ties at her wrist started to come undone.
“Don’t care, huh?” Cole’s hand trailed up her leg as his chest pressed between them. He’d taken his shirt off, and the satiny heat of his skin made her knees flex and rub against his sides.
“No.” Hailey smiled wide as his breath fanned over her pussy. Tempted into forgetting her plans, she slid her knees over his shoulders to arch her pussy blindly up toward his mouth.
“I’ll give you whatever you want for an orgasm,” she promised in what she hoped was a sultry purr. It sounded more hoarse and broken to her, so she slid the hand Kyle freed into his head to add a little pressure.
Cole answered her with a lick straight up her slit, letting his tongue bounce the vibrator in her before making her squeal as he lapped at her clit.
“How about a lifetime?” He growled that suggestion against her tender bud before sucking it into his mouth.
“A. Whole. Lifetime.” Hailey panted out each word on a separate breath as he took her to paradise.
Her second hand came free, and she folded it over Cole’s head, trapping his face against her pussy as she began to ride the vibrations that erupted out of the vibrator. Galloping straight into the blinding horizon, she didn’t take almost any note when a set of hands rolled her and her steed over.
A clumsy move, she rushed to right herself, releasing Cole’s head to lift herself up on her hands. From clutching Cole to her pussy to grinding down onto his tongue, it felt even better on all fours.
Especially when he adjusted his position to right beneath her, his hands biting into her hips as he held his treat in place. He didn’t have to. Hailey wasn’t going anywhere but on an airborne trip straight to the sun. She could already feel the rays beginning to incinerate her, when, suddenly, the bubble popped with the cock sliding free of her ass.
“Oh, no.”
Falling face first into the mattress, Hailey became convinced they were just teasing her even more. Cole kept her burning, moaning, unable to even crawl away from his ravishing kiss. It didn’t matter that it only added to the pain. It felt so good.
Not that they’d let her escape. A hard hand fisting in her hair yanked her back up. Kyle’s growl greeted her ear a second before he nipped the lobe. “A whole lifetime, Hailey. Not just one night.”
Whatever that cryptic vow meant, the worry didn’t have a chance to set as Kyle jerked her back with a hand wrapped around her stomach. She cried out at being denied the pleasure of Cole’s feast, but the sound quickly turned into a moan as the sticky head of a real cock pressed against her ass.
Hailey didn’t need any lead in this dance. Forgetting all about Cole and loving the vibrator buried in her, she pumped herself down onto Kyle’s waiting dick. The flared head stretched her tiny entrance so wide she could feel the tension all the way to her soul.
It tunneled deep into her channel as she worked herself back onto every swollen inch, so thick he made her whole world light up with joy. She just loved taking Kyle this way, especially when she already had a packed pussy.
Losing herself in the vibrating beat of the toy buried in her cunt, she seesawed herself back and forth over his delicious hardness. His hand, holding her steady as she fucked herself on him, tightened finally to add a little oomph to the bounce.
“Oh, fuck! Yeah!” Hailey loved that. Her palms pressed deeper into the mattress as she matched his quickening tempo, letting him beat out a massage of pure ecstasy into her ass. “Fuck me…harder…harder in the ass…oh, Kyle!”
Yes, she had become like all the other women, and she’d be happy to sigh his name for the rest of her life as long as he didn’t stop now.
“Will you two get off!”
Cole’s hand pressed into her chest, forcing her to roll and taking Kyle with her.
“You two really aren’t that smooth for Cattlemen,” Hailey groaned as she wiggled about, trying to find a position where she go back to fucking the dick still trapped in her ass.
“Hold on, baby girl,” Kyle panted as he righted her over his chest. He kept her from enjoying a good squirm with his arms lassoing her stomach. “We got to get to making them babies, after all, or didn’t Cole tell you he wanted six.”
“I upped it to eight.”
In some realm of her mind she had a sinking feeling Cole wasn’t kidding, but she didn’t argue with the man pulling the toy free of her pussy and lining her up for the main course. He fed it to her one slow inch at a time. With Kyle making her stretch almost beyond her limits he left Cole so little space.
Hailey didn’t mind the burn, the tinges of pain that flowered over the sweet grind of friction. She loved it, loved it when they took her like this. It was the darkest, most wicked drug, and they’d addicted her. She couldn’t be made whole without them, the both of them.
Settling his full length into her, Cole brought the weight of his chest down to squash her breasts and the breath right out of her. “I’m not going to make any babies with you, princess, until you tell me what I want to hear.”
“Want to hear?” She tried to flex in their grip, teasing them as well as herself with how good it would be with just a little motion.
“You know what I want to hear.”
It clicked then, and even in the thrall of it all she almost laughed. Keeping her voice somewhat even made it a challenge just to get the words out. “Please, master, fuck me.”
Her lips quivered and she rolled them in to keep the smile from her face as Cole grunted above her. “You’re going to pay for that smirk later, sugar lips. Right now we got a baby to make.”
“I’m going to make you a girl, Cole. Just to get even for today.”
His only response to that challenge was a flex and bang that drew his cock out only to pound it back in even faster. Apparently, Cole’s prescription for guaranteeing sons was to fuck her with an unleashed aggression that spoke of a primitive man on a testosterone overdrive.
She loved every inch of it going and coming. Clawing at his back, she almost forgot about Kyle all still and steady at the rear. Almost, except for the poignant echo of the pleasure thundering out of her pussy coming from her ass, and then he shifted and took her to that special place.
Coherent words of praise melded into incoherent babble as Kyle began countering Cole’s thrusts. Smooth and steady versus the relentless race that possessed Cole to drive himself that much faster into her. The mismatch of beats left her crying out as her orgasm danced all around her but wouldn’t embrace her.
“You son of a bitch!” That didn’t come from Hailey, but from Cole, who snarled it through his clenched jaw.
“You’re going to come without us.” Whatever Kyle’s was talking about, she didn’t understand. All Hailey understood was that the winds of chaos brushed painfully over her
soul, teasing it with the obliteration to come.
“Please, Kyle.” Hailey ground out, buckling under Kyle’s threat.
“Who is the king?”
“You are.”
Her answer didn’t appease him because he didn’t pick up speed. Instead, he left her twirling at the very end of her rope as she tried to claw her way to release along with Cole.
“Who is the king, Cole?” Kyle gloated.
“You are, you son of bitch, and you can consider your title challenged. Now fuck!”
Hailey took the heat of Cole’s roar, but she didn’t mind. Bless his soul, Kyle caved and began hitting all the right notes. Just fast and merciless as Cole, Kyle pounded his dick deep into her ass, matching Cole stroke for stroke as Cole pillaged her pussy.
Then they were hitting just the right spots together, one single, hardened force pounding away at her domestication until all that was left was a primitive need to mate. Lassoing Cole in her arms, she found his mouth by simply crashing her head into his and kissing her way over to capture his lips with hers.
He was just as hungry for her taste and they fought for control, him taking hers as he began to plunder her mouth just as he did her body. Pressing her down with the kiss, he trapped her in the binding embrace of two male bodies. With each thrust, they ground her between them, giving her a full body massage of heated muscles and hard angles.
That was the way the path to heaven lay—in the sweaty, writhing, grunting strain to the finish. All around her floated the whispers, “Love you princess.” Cole, Kyle, and even her own voice blended into the sea of pledges as their souls merged into one.
Hailey’s eyes rolled back in her head as the cauldron of desire they brewed to such an explosive level detonated and the whole world liquefied around her.
* * * *
Cole couldn’t hold on anymore, not with Hailey going wild in his arms. More than he wanted the babies or his dignity, he wanted this moment with Hailey, when she took him past the stars and showed him all the colors in the universe. So he held on—to her.
Giving himself over to the pussy pulsing all around him, Cole let himself be swept away by the beautiful violence of his release. Roaring through the heavens, he felt his soul shearing into pieces, but it was such a wonderful thing. So warm and healing, he crashed back to Earth, clutching it to his chest and taking it with him as he rolled over to his back.
Kyle grunted, probably in objection to being left all alone with his cock hanging in the wind. Cole had the comeback for that. He just didn’t have the breath. It probably would have helped his chest to heave if he’d shrug Hailey’s weight off, but he just suffered.
“Well, that was fun.” Kyle sounded tired and exhilarated at the same time. The hint of smugness in his tone prompted Cole to remember what he wanted to say.
“You aren’t the king.”
“Prove it.”
“Are you two arguing again?” Hailey groaned, pulling away from him only to snuggle back into his side.
“Tired, princess?” Kyle asked, shifting to his side so he could pancake Hailey between Cole and him.
“And sore,” Hailey muttered.
“Oh, poor little thing,” Kyle growled, making her squeal slightly as he tickled her in some way. “I guess you’re going to ask for a little break before round two.”
Hailey jerked free of Kyle’s hold to climb over Cole and reach the safety of his other side. Cole didn’t object. He did try to take a nibble at one of the tits she shoved in his face, but she moved too fast. Fortunately, fast enough that she didn’t catch his motion and just kept on arguing with Kyle.
“And sticky.”
“You need a shower?” Kyle raised up on his arms as if he were about to go over Cole. Cole really didn’t want anything of Kyle’s hanging down in his face, so he shoved him back as he sat up.
“Stop playing around, man.” Shoving straight down the bed, he escaped both of them. He jerked the jeans he still had on back up. “If the little one wants a shower and a nap, might as well give it to her. You and I have other business to address.”
Not about to take that order lying down naked, Kyle jerked out of bed, snatching his own jeans off the floor as we went. “Oh, we do? And just what is that?”
“A little matter of a title and a challenge being laid down,” Cole smirked, “or do you just want to save the princess all the exercise and admit defeat now.”
“Yeah, right.” Kyle had his shirt in his hands. “Fine, we’ll have our talk.”
“That’s great,” Hailey yawned. She rolled herself up in the top sheet and scooted back to the pillows. “Just do it somewhere else.”
Cole shared a look with Kyle. They’d really worn Hailey out because she didn’t seem to be getting the message. Not that Cole saw any benefit to explaining the details to her now. He and Kyle had to come to agreement on just what each individual challenge was and how they’d rank who did better. To take the title of the king it would mean a tedious testing of almost every skill they possessed.
That could take a while, which was why he shook his head when Kyle started toward Hailey. “Let the little one sleep. It will be fun to wake her up.”
“Just don’t do it too soon,” Hailey murmured into her pillow.
Chapter 43
Brett pulled his truck to a stop across the street from the house he’d grown up in. Home, it was his even if he hadn’t lived there in years. All the memories, all the nooks and crannies where stories of the olden days lurked, none of that peaceful pull had him parking across the street to admire his old home. His gaze didn’t linger over all the old familiar sights but focused in on one that was definitely not part of the traditional scenery.
A truck hogged the driveway and didn’t belong there. Jacked up with jackass lights across the top, Brett could smell the redneck from across the asphalt. Belonging to that pack didn’t make Brett anymore tolerant of his brethren. Especially not when the only light on in the whole house was Hailey’s bedroom.
Probably the same bastard who’d answered the phone yesterday.
As a general rule, Brett felt morally obligated to hate and annoy any man that dated his kid sister. With this one, he wouldn’t have to work at it. Hell, his need to pound some respect into the fellow was what had him more than willing to drive in non-stop shifts just to get home and revel in the moment.
The idiot was not only present, but he was up to something that Brett couldn’t wait to break up. With his elbow, Bret nudged Mike awake. Mike came to just as the Marines trained him—alert and taking in his surroundings. It didn’t take his twin more than thirty seconds to focus in on the pick-up truck.
“Why is there a truck in our parking space?” Mike asked as if Brett could actually answer. His twin didn’t expect one, evident by the way his second question rolled immediately out. “And why are all the lights—oh.”
Brett guessed Mike was a little groggy for it to take that long to recognize the obvious. With no answers to give to his brother, Brett offered him an assurance as he pushed open his door. “Wanna go make little sis’s night miserable?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.” Mike paused only long enough to shoot Brett back a grin before pushing open his door.
They left their bags and everything with the truck, crossing the street fast and silent. Not about to let the couple get any kind of warning, they communicated silently with hand gestures and pointed glances. That’s all Brett needed to know his roll.
Heading straight down the drive, he didn’t even have to pause as he reached out and bent the truck’s side mirror back. It cracked behind him and he figured he’d broken it pretty good. That made Brett happy, even happier thinking just how he’d explain to the little prick about getting in Brett’s way, because—
“Oh, God! No! You son of a bitch!”
The strangled screech sliced through the night. He knew that voice. That was his sister. Brett froze with a fear that cemented his feet to the driveway. For the first time in his life, he choked on
the horror as one nightmare sped through his mind after another.
The rounding sound of male chuckles pounded away his paralysis, leaving only raw, violent rage in its place. There was more than one man in there with his sister. Brett didn’t need to run for the back door. He knew how to go through the window.
* * * *
Hailey’s wrist twisted in the cuffs binding her to the headboard. Her fingers curled into her palm, digging her nails into her own flesh as she fought against the magic of Cole’s mouth. They were on round three of the pussy eating challenge, and Cole was second up, with one round used as warm up and somewhere along the way she’d forgotten all about the competition and lost herself in the delight of so many orgasms.
Too many and slowly rapture turned to anguish as Cole’s tongue drove toward yet another horizon. The stretch to reach it felt like it would snap her in two. For all her whimpering and pleading, it just drove him harder and drove her faster and faster until the world started to shimmer all around her.
“Oh, God. No! You son of a bitch!”
The insult pierced the air at the same moment her release crashed into her soul. She was coming, and the world was crashing in around her with a shower of glass. Through the delirium of release, Hailey watched her nightmare unfold as Brett tumbled across her bedroom floor onto his feet only to tackle the nearest man to him—Kyle.
Even without the high of an orgasm everything would have played out too fast in those moments for her to track it. Brett was screaming curses interlaced with punches. Yelling his own profanities, Cole tackled Brett and somewhere in the distance it sounded like a tree had fallen on the house. Not a tree, but another brother rushed into the room, needing no incentive to join the fight.
From there time morphed into a trickle that played out to be the worst half hour of her life. Cuffed to the bed, naked, nobody paid her any attention. The fight might have started with some warped misunderstanding, but it continued on within a fever of testosterone that had the men crashing through her room and then out of it to tear up the rest of her house.
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