by Reece Butler
“Katie,” he said in a soft rumble, “Lila says you’re tired. Time to go home.”
Katie had mentioned being tired to Lila, but bringing her home so she could sleep was not what Sam had in mind. He wanted sex. She suddenly went cold, then flashed with heat. Had Lila told him something she shouldn’t have?
Katie narrowed her eyes as the much taller woman sauntered into her view and sat beside Jane. She gave a big, obvious wink. Katie promised herself that when she got back home and accessed her funds she would find something really, really rude for Lila’s wedding present. Then she would send it to Lila’s men.
“I was just taking Jane up on her offer of a bed for the night.” Katie’s throat was so tight her voice had gone up an octave.
“Not happening.” A dark chuckle tickled her ear. “Lila said something about a bedtime story you want to read to me, then act out.”
Katie whipped around. She found her nose mere inches from his. His eyes, usually a stormy grayish-green, had brightened to the color of the ocean on a sunny day. She narrowed her own and glared back.
“I want no such thing!”
Sam’s eyes darkened. His nose came an inch closer. So did his lips.
“Tell the truth, Katie, or face the consequences.”
She jerked back as the words shot straight to her throbbing pussy. Some of the heroines had been told there were consequences and had lied anyway. Katie didn’t think she was ready for what had happened to them. She didn’t want to think she would ever be ready. She was considering how to respond when Jane nudged her.
“I strongly suggest you always tell the truth,” said Jane. “Especially to yourself.”
One way Katie had survived her crazy family and still remained fairly sane was by seeing what was around her and pretending it was something else. She’d pretended it was normal for all five families and her grandmother to live in one compound, most of them in one huge house.
To survive she’d had to pretend everything was sweetness and light rather than it being a hostile camp. She’d stayed in her room when she wasn’t at school or forced to be part of the happy family, such as at meals. Those meals had been horrid, full of sarcastic darts, innuendos, and putdowns. She’d avoided them as often as she could.
Her absence, and refusal to give a falsely bright smile, had labeled her sullen and disobedient. She’d been yanked from visiting Gran on the farm when her body started blossoming. Therapy at college had made her realize she’d linked becoming a woman with the pain of abandonment. Her counselor said she’d have problems making deep connections, such as true love, unless she dealt with it. She’d had no need as she’d decided to stay single.
Katie couldn’t allow herself to form an emotional bond with the Elliott brothers, as she’d be leaving Climax in a couple of weeks. She could, however, accept a physical bond, one between friends. She lusted after both men and was curious about what they would do with her. All she had to do was take charge of herself, and the rest would follow. Pretending a calm she did not feel, Katie met Sam’s eyes again. She inhaled, pressing her shoulders back. His concentration dropped to her cleavage.
“Ah, you mean a foot massage,” she said sweetly, as if her previous words had never been uttered. Her breath caught as his eyes slowly traveled up her chest to her face. She cleared her throat. “These heels are much higher than I’m used to. My feet are sore.”
His look of triumph was unexpected. “Sore feet, huh?”
His mild question did not match his intense expression. She nodded, uncertain of his intent. He leaned even closer. The heat of his chest and his scent beat on her defenses.
“You’re asking me to take care of you?”
His voice had dropped even lower than normal.
“Ma–massage,” she managed to stutter. “Feet.”
“Oh, we’ll get to your feet. Eventually.”
He stood, towering over her. It meant his belt wasn’t far from her face. It wasn’t the buckle that caught her attention. She gulped for air.
“Got your purse?”
Jane handed something to her. She took it automatically.
“Hold tight.”
He bent and she braced herself, expecting him to lift her in his arms. But he twisted and put his left shoulder into the angle caused by her lap. Her head and chest went up and over his back. A hot band around her calves held her knees tight to his front. She stared down at his rounded butt.
“No,” she whispered. She inhaled. “No! Put me down!”
“I thought you wanted to experience Tanner’s Ford Valley customs,” replied Sam just as loud. “This is one of the best.”
The room swung as he turned. Laughter burst out around her. Katie grabbed Sam’s belt as an anchor and lifted her head.
“Welcome to Climax!” yelled Lila, pumping her fist and grinning.
“Go, Katie!” added Jane.
The smiles and laughs directed at her were friendly, but she was not used to receiving attention. Many lifted their drinks and toasted her as Sam maneuvered his way between tables. He turned sideways to get between two chairs and she saw Tom standing by the door, arms crossed and feet set wide.
“Tom!”
Sam stopped, keeping her in a position to see Tom. The proprietor looked very pleased with himself. Her temper rose.
“Tell this Neanderthal to put me down!”
Tom shook his head, still smiling. “Dorothy would not appreciate that, Katie.” He shoved the bar down, opening the door wide, and stepped back. Sam passed through, bringing her into the chilly evening. “I sent Trey for the truck.”
Katie heard an approaching rumble. The vibration didn’t touch her, yet her pussy responded, tissues swelling with moisture. Her body’s instant response infuriated her. She needed to be in control, of her circumstances and her body!
No, you need to relax and enjoy being pleasured.
“Why are you helping them?” she demanded of Tom. It took a lot of effort to keep her back arched to see his face.
“You’re a strong woman, Katie Winterbourne,” he replied, keeping his voice low. “You’re intelligent, educated, capable, and eager to help others. Yet you haven’t a sense of your own value. No one since your granny has cherished you. Be honest with yourself and admit you want this.”
“Why would I want to be hauled around like a sack of potatoes?”
“Not potatoes,” said Sam, finally speaking. “Something very precious.” He patted her bottom. “I would’ve heaved potatoes into my pickup. You, I will set down very carefully.”
“Gee, thanks!” she replied sarcastically.
“You can thank me later, in private.”
His deep velvet voice, and the threatened promise, made her choke.
“Do you really want Sam and Trey to take you to the Rocking E to lie alone in your bed all night?” asked Tom. “They won’t touch you if that’s what you really want. Is it?”
Sam’s body jerked. The arm holding her legs tightened for a second, then released. He stood still, not even breathing, waiting for her response.
Her heart pounded and she could barely catch her breath. It had little to do with her head-down position. It was Sam, and the anticipation of what he and Trey would do with her. She’d been a nobody all her life. Sam, a superb specimen of masculinity, had fought off a rival, acting like a caveman as he announced his possession of her by throwing her over his shoulder. Aggie had purposefully pushed her husband into hauling her off the same way. She’d shrieked and fought when he responded as she wished, yet Aggie had also grinned in triumph.
Katie had fought Sam, but not too hard. She’d had enough self-defense training that she could have escaped if she’d wanted to. Instead, she’d flailed and shrieked like a damsel unable to defend herself from ravishment. She licked dry lips. Ravishment by two muscular cowboys who, according to Lila and Jane, would provide her with multiple orgasms. Trey had certainly done that last night.
“Put me down, please, Sam.”
He
put his big hands on her hips and lifted her off his shoulder. When her feet touched down the blood rushing from her head made it spin. Sam’s thick arm held her back to his chest, keeping her upright. Trey had stopped the truck a few feet away. He grinned through the window. She tilted her head to look over her shoulder.
“What color, Katie?” asked Sam, his voice like gravel.
Both men were sexy as sin. They’d not only show her what her body was capable of, they’d give her wonderful memories for the silent, lonely years ahead. She cleared her throat.
“Green.”
Chapter 18
Sam set Katie in the passenger seat. Though it would hurt like hell, they’d have to keep their pants zipped until she’d had an orgasm without passing out. And if she did, they had a couple boxes of condoms. They might not sleep from being frustrated, but they’d not leave her alone in bed again.
He couldn’t wait to taste her. Going without last night had damn near killed him. Katie was such a temptation that if she’d touched him in his sleep, he’d have been a goner. Maybe he’d have to tie her hands so she couldn’t use them on him. His cock throbbed in agreement.
Lila had told him there was a good chance Katie would enjoy him hauling her to the truck the way Keith had Aggie. It was all the encouragement he’d needed. He gave Katie a warning look not to move before walking around the hood to the driver’s side.
“Hey,” complained Trey. “I want to drive this time. And you had that drink.”
“One whiskey, on top of food, hours ago.” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Thought you’d want to keep Katie happy on the way home.”
The driver’s door flew open. Trey raced around the truck.
“Shove over, honey,” he said. “I’m riding shotgun.”
Katie moved over. She carefully tucked her short skirt tightly under her thighs. Modesty would not do. Sam wanted her as turned on as possible when they got home. Lila had reminded him about Katie’s interest in Dominance and submission, as well as bondage. He’d be giving her a hands-on application of reality, starting now.
“Katie, fold the hem of your dress until it’s above your belly button.”
“What?” She looked at Tom waiting by the open door of the Roadhouse. She shook her head rapidly.
“You said ‘green.’” He slowly turned his head, catching her gaze. “Backing out already?”
She stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, before looking down. She folded the front of her dress up two inches, then another two. The third fold proved her legs were bare. She got to the top of her thighs and hesitated. He gave her to the count of five. He was at four and three quarters when he discovered she wore no panties.
Trey choked. Sam almost swallowed his tongue. Another fold, a wiggle, and she was fully exposed below her belly button. She kept her legs primly pressed together. Oh, hell, no!
“Touch your left knee to my leg, and your right knee to Trey’s.”
His words sounded far more in control than he felt. She realized what he meant and sucked air. Her hands, fisted on her thighs, shook. She didn’t cover herself with her fingers, which was a good start.
“What if someone sees me?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
“That’s the idea,” he replied. “For Trey and me to see. Do you want help?”
“Oh, God no!”
“Then do it.”
Face flaming, she slowly exposed herself. The metal door slammed shut behind Tom’s back. She jumped at the sound, saw he was gone, and let her thighs relax. Sam inhaled her essence. He could easily see her smooth white thighs and belly edged by the green of her dress. What drew his eyes was the fire between her thighs.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her soft voice trembled.
“You moved your legs. I’m not doing anything to you.”
“Yet,” said Trey with a leer.
Sam shot him a glower to shut his trap. “You are in control, Katie. You are choosing to follow my instructions. Did you feel threatened into opening yourself to us?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head.
“You spread your legs because you want us to see, smell, touch, and taste you, right?”
“Don’t forget hearing,” said Trey. “We want to hear the sounds you make. That little whimper you made before you came…dayam!”
Sam lifted his hand and set it, slowly and deliberately, on her thigh, halfway between knee and hip. His darkly tanned fingers were stark against her white skin. She trembled, but said nothing. Trey did the same on her right. Both he and Trey trailed their fingers higher. His rough calluses rasped against her smooth inner thighs. Her legs were so short it didn’t take long for their little fingers to touch her thatch.
Her breathing had increased dramatically, but then so had his and Trey’s. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might pop his shirt open. He caught his brother’s eye. Trey nodded in silent agreement. They investigated Katie’s folds. She was slick. Another wave of essence emerged, along with a whimper.
“God, Katie, you smell so good.” Sam lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger. “And you taste even better.”
He reluctantly put both hands on the wheel. Katie panted as Trey’s thumb massaged around her clit. It hurt to sit with a bent cock, but there wasn’t a hell of a lot he could do about it other than get home damn fast and shuck his jeans.
“Seat belt.” He clicked his into place and looked expectantly at the others. Katie’s face was flushed, her eyes closed and her head back. Her legs were splayed wide, encouraging Trey’s exploration. He doubted she’d heard him. Trey, breathing heavily, took his time adjusting her belt while his fingers trailed over her breasts. He winced as he settled in his seat.
“How fast can you get home?” asked Trey as he clicked his belt into place.
Sam didn’t reply, but he figured it would be a new record for him. He started the truck and drove out of the lot. Only after he hit pavement did he remember to look for traffic. This time, he didn’t curse himself.
* * * *
Katie kept her eyes shut as the truck roared down the road. It was a good thing her nails were short as otherwise they’d be cutting into her palms. She’d almost come on the truck’s bench seat, legs wide as a man she barely knew played with her soaking pussy. She was mortified, fully aroused, and eager for more. She’d been about to plead with Trey to make her come when Sam had put the truck in gear. She’d heard herself whimper when Trey abandoned her swollen clit. She’d been so close!
Trey’s shoulder brushed her breast when he leaned forward. She opened her eyes, mere slits to see what he was up to. He peered at the dashboard between Sam’s hands, set at ten and two on the steering wheel.
“You’re going fifty-five!” Trey settled his wide shoulders against the seat back. “I bet that’s ten more than you’ve done in years. Good. I want to finish the job.” He set his hand on her thigh again. A shiver ran through her. “I bet Katie’s just as eager.”
She could sit like a hot, wet, silent blowup doll, or she could jump in with both feet. She’d never been a jumper but a lot had changed in the last six months, and even more in the last few days.
“If you don’t finish the job to my satisfaction you won’t like what I put in front of you at the kitchen table,” she warned.
“Ooh, I love a challenge,” he replied, sliding his hand up until his fingers tickled her curls. “And speaking of the kitchen table…” He rubbed his little finger against her pussy, purposefully missing her clit. She clenched. “That was a good start last night.” He winked. “Making use of that table is one of our family traditions. Back in the eighteen-seventies our great-whatever granny Beth Elliott would make cinnamon buns on that table, then after breakfast she’d be flipped onto it for her reward.” He winked. “I’ve got a hankering for cinnamon buns…”
“Katie’s not ready to be sandwiched,” warned Sam.
Sandwiched! As in one in front and one in…Oh, my! She started to close her legs. Trey placed a p
alm on each one and drew them apart again.
“We won’t do anything until you’re ready for it,” he promised.
Trey squeezed her knees, emphasizing she was to stay in whatever position they put her. He went back to playing with her, idly sliding his fingertips in and around her clit. No matter how she twitched and shifted, his finger never touched it. She vowed to pay him back for the sensuous torture with her tongue as well as her fingers!
“Who decides what I’m ready for?” she demanded. She’d had to force the words out, breathing harshly as if she’d run a mile.
“Not you,” said Sam in a low growl. “We keep going until we think you’ve had enough.”
His eyes met hers for a long moment. He turned back to the road, cursed, and touched the brake, muttering about losing concentration. She grasped her seat belt at her chest when he turned up the lane.
“I thought I was to be the one in charge,” she blurted out when he’d straighten the wheel. “I can tell you to stop at any time, right?”
Sam slowed even more to avoid the potholes. “Theoretically,” he said.
“Theoretically?” She shook her head. “That’s not what Lila and Jane said.”
“The word ‘red’ will stop us,” said Trey. His little finger finally found her clit! She arched forward, encouraging him. One tap and he backed off, making her growl in frustration. He circled it, not quite touching. “If we stop, you don’t get any more fun.” He removed his hand completely. “So don’t call ‘red’ just because you’re uncomfortable or nervous. Use ‘yellow’ if you must, and we’ll slow down and talk about it.”
“So I should trust you, just like that?”
“Have we given you any reason not to?” Sam’s voice was even rougher than before. “I’m not the cowboy who took your pack.” He flicked her a quick look before returning his concentration to his driving. “I want to rip apart the son of a bitch who attacked you. Don’t lump us in with every male who’s ever hurt you.”
“It’s far easier to get over a stranger attacking you physically, than it is to have your own family rip you apart for years.” She gave a brittle laugh. “I’ve got a lifetime of good reasons not to trust people who say they care about me.”
