by Reece Butler
The truck jerked when Sam stopped. She realized they were in front of the porch. Trey undid her seat belt, flipped it out of the way, and lifted her onto his lap as easily as if she was a child. He silently wrapped his arms around her. Tears prickled her eyes. His hug said how much he cared far better than words, which were so often false. She leaned into his warm embrace, feeling his ragged breathing and pounding heart. He rubbed her back, soothing her.
If someone other than Grammie had held her like this when she was young, how different her life would have been. She had to put the past behind her, dumping it to make room for the future. Right now she had two arousing men eager to give her pleasure. She exhaled, snuggling closer. His strong arms absorbed her fears and apprehension.
“Having a nasty family must suck basket-sized monkey balls,” said Trey.
She pulled back, half-laughing at his comment. “What?”
“Good, it made you smile.” He pressed her head onto his chest again. “Forget them. You don’t need people like that in your life. Not when you’ve got us. I don’t have a hidden agenda.” He shifted her back and forth on his lap. “Other than the one in my jeans.”
“I’ve never heard it called that,” she replied wryly.
Trey’s fingers trailed over her breast. She caught her breath. He hesitated then slid them inside her dress, searching for her nipple. He found it and squeezed. She inhaled a gasp.
“I like you, Katie,” he murmured. “It’s not just your body I want, though that’s a very important part of you.” He slipped his whole hand inside to cup her breast. “Oh, man, you feel good. I thought I was a leg and ass man, but these are pretty damn special.”
Sam had turned off the ignition. He flipped off his seatbelt and turned to face her. Trey held her with her back to the passenger door, which meant she and Sam were eye to eye.
“What color, Katie?” said Sam in a low growl.
His raw hunger caused her heart rate to triple. She went blank, unable to think.
“Don’t make us wait, baby,” murmured Trey. He squeezed her nipple again. She gasped and arched, thrusting her chest forward. “Are you going to lock yourself in your suite until morning, or do we make you scream?”
She had no doubt if she went to her room there’d be no need to lock her door. They might ask for the moon and stars, but they wouldn’t take. They wanted her. Badly. And she wanted them. The two men held their breath, waiting for her answer. She slowly moved her knees apart.
“Scream,” she whispered.
Sam shoved his door open. He moved so fast, he almost fell out. He slammed his palm on the hood as he came around. A moment later the door opened behind her. Cool air flowed over her bare arms. Trey handed her to Sam. He carried her inside, his long legs making the trip take mere seconds. She pulled herself tight into his chest as he carried her upstairs and down the long hall. Boot heels slammed on the ancient hardwood floor, making their urgency for her obvious.
Sam gently laid her on the bed on her back, her bottom at the edge. He flipped up her dress, bringing cool air to her overheated pussy. He then fell to his knees, dipping his head so her legs spread over his shoulders. He flicked his eyes up. They were dark, his expression ravenous.
“Damn, you smell good.” He dipped his head. His tongue flicked over her. He groaned. “So sweet.”
His tongue and fingers were no less agile than Trey’s. They danced over her pussy, flicking and probing. She heard Trey rip his shirt open. Sam flicked her clit. Her eyes closed as she gasped. When she opened them, Trey was naked.
Gloriously, unabashedly, naked.
His long, thick cock rose out of a nest of dark curls to point right at her. She smiled, feeling like Mae West, and curled her hand to him in invitation. Two strides and he was on the bed. She reached for his cock.
“Oh, no,” said Trey, shaking his head. “If you touch me this won’t last long. I’m going to explore the top end of you while Sam checks out the other.”
He pulled her dress down so her breasts popped free. His mouth dropped to engulf her left breast. He flicked his tongue on her nipple as he had on her clit.
“Keep her happy while I strip,” ordered Sam.
Trey switched to her right. Her wet nipple stood tall, suddenly chilled. A moment later Sam leaned in to grab a pillow. His chest was bigger than Trey’s, though her eyes zeroed in on his cock. Heavy and hard, the tip glistened in the light. She found herself licking her lips, anticipating his taste. She’d only done it once before, and it had not been pleasant. Sam and Trey were a whole different species from the men she’d been with. They cared for her pleasure rather than only themselves. Sam found her staring.
“Like what you see?”
“Oh, yes. But I want to do more than look.”
He made a sound, halfway between a choke and a chuckle. “Then don’t pass out on me.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” She paused. She had to know. “Is that why you left me alone? Because I was asleep and therefore no use to you?”
“What?” Trey gaped at her. “Oh, hell no, Katie! We didn’t have condoms. You were way too much of a temptation. We had to put a couple of doors between us for safety.”
“Is that what you thought?” asked Sam, frowning. “You were all crotchety because you thought we were mad you couldn’t give us sex?”
She bit her lip, nodding.
Sam looked furious. “We treat women with respect, and not only when we play with them. Trey and I had plans to do a lot more with you last night. When we couldn’t wake you, we knew you needed sleep more than anything. We respected that, and you. Let me tell you, it hurt like hell, in more ways than one, to leave you there alone to sleep.”
“Oh,” she replied softly.
“You heard that word Sam used?” asked Trey.
“Which word?” Her brain had turned to mush.
“Sam said with. As in, we play with you, not do things to you. If you’re not having a good time, then we can’t either.”
“Enough talk.” Sam grabbed the box of condoms from the bedside table. He ripped it open and pulled out a strip. He carefully separated them and tossed them on the bed beside her. He ripped the top off one and set it near her hip. He added a tube of something from the table. Then he grabbed a pillow, dropped it on the floor, and knelt before her. “Try to stay conscious this time,” he warned her.
Sam’s hot tongue flicked her clit a second before Trey’s lips closed around her nipple.
“Oh my God!”
* * * *
Sam savored the taste and feel of Katie’s sweet, wet, pussy. He’d never known a woman like her. She’d assaulted him, insulted him, slumped in his arms, and made him so mad he could have punched his way through all his cousins, one after the other. She pushed all his buttons, all the time.
Last night he and Trey had made the ultimate sacrifice, staying away from Katie when they were desperate to lie beside her. Yet she’d thought they were pissed off because they couldn’t use her. It was past time to show her just how much he wanted her, inside and out, day and night.
His cock throbbed, demanding action. But not yet. He wasn’t going to have Katie think his oral skills were any less than his brother’s. Trey was alternating between kissing her mouth and her breasts. Sam had a hot pussy and a tight rosebud to satisfy.
He’d read Aunt Marci's book from cover to cover. Or, actually, he’d read every sex scene in the book. They were easy to find because someone had turned down the corners, folding them twice to note anal and double penetration scenes. There was a damn good chance Katie was open to the possibility of a cock eventually going there as well. Their time together was limited so he had to start prepping her now.
He reached for the lube with one hand, keeping up the action on her pussy with his tongue. He squirted some on his little finger, spread her ass cheeks between thumb and fingers, and scratched at her butthole. She gasped. The tip of his finger went in easy. She was tight, which meant he had work to do.
> He kept his finger in place as he worked her clit. Her head rolled back and forth. He noted Trey was keeping her breasts from getting cold. Good man. He flicked and nibbled and sucked until she was panting and groaning and twitching. He grabbed the condom and put it on, keeping his tongue busy.
“She’s gonna blow,” whispered Trey.
Sam didn’t think Katie would have heard Trey even if he’d yelled. Her fingers grabbed for the bedsheets. A dark flush rose over her breasts and a gush of liquid exploded into his mouth. He rose, keeping his finger on her clit, and guided his cock into that hot channel. Her pussy let him in even as it clamped down in spasms. He was so close he wouldn’t last long. But he wanted this to be good for her, not an invasion. She was still quivering around him when he reached bottom. He slowly drew out, then surged forward. Once, twice, three times. She clamped him again and he lost it.
He grabbed her ass in his hands, lifting and pulling her toward him as he leaned forward. Would she come, again, with him? A tremor squeezed his cock. He thrust hard, again and again. She squealed, her pussy milking him. He could no longer hold back.
“Katie!”
He lost count of how many times he pounded into her, but she met every one. Finally, spent, he set her ass on the bed. Chest heaving, legs trembling, he leaned on his knuckles, keeping his elbows locked to support his body.
Trey elbowed him aside, already suiting up.
“You want more, sweetie?”
“Oh, yes. Again!”
Sam collapsed on the bed beside her as Trey took his place and slid home with a moan. Though his body still trembled with the massive orgasm, Sam hauled himself over to work on Katie’s breasts. He rasped a nipple with his teeth. Between the two of them, Katie squealed her third orgasm.
She might be tiny, but she was the right size for them!
Chapter 19
Sam didn’t want to wake Katie so he kept his hand still. Not that it was any hardship as his fingers cupped her smooth bottom. It felt too good for him to call it her ass. Her curves were perfect to hold onto, and her breasts, magnificent. He liked her sense of humor, her ability to jump in and get the job done, and the way she laughed. He even liked it when she stood up to him. Not like a brat, but as an intelligent woman who knew herself and wanted more out of life. He especially liked it when she came apart at his touch.
Trey agreed with him about Katie, which was a surprise in itself. They hadn’t agreed on much for far too long. Of course, they hadn’t really talked that much, either. Somehow having Katie here changed everything.
When had he been this content? It didn’t matter. He had this time and he would enjoy it. Her soft snores stopped. Her body tensed. He glanced down. Her mouth formed an O of surprise just before a blush flowed. He waited for the condemnation that didn’t come. Instead, she snuggled herself even closer.
“I like this bed a lot better when I’m not alone in it,” she murmured.
She craned her head to look up. He hadn’t decided if her eyes were blue or green. They were on him and that was all that mattered. He squeezed his hand to say he agreed. Her blush deepened.
“With you, I mean,” she added. “And Trey. Does he always snore like that?”
“I guess we’re going to find out.” He shoved his brother with his free hand. Trey snorted, coughed, and rolled onto his side, facing away. His breathing slowed, quieter this time. “That was easy. Any other questions you want answered?”
It was not an offer he’d made very often. But then, he didn’t usually hold naked women against his equally naked body after waking. Make that never.
Katie drew circles over his chest with her fingers. He didn’t mind since she pressed hard enough so it didn’t tickle. Well, it did, but not enough to make him ask her to stop. He liked her touching him, lying there together as if they had nothing to do and all the time to do it.
“Why are you so ultra-careful?” she asked.
His breath nearly stopped. He choked then started coughing. He had to sit up to clear his airway, pulling away from Katie. When his hacking fit was over, he was too tense to curl up with her again. He didn’t want to speak of it, but they’d shared more than sex. Katie deserved an answer, and he had offered.
He shoved a pillow behind him and leaned against the headboard. Instead of taking the hint she pulled herself up beside him. She lifted his arm and tucked it around her, snuggling close like a kitten. He’d pulled away because he’d expected her touch to feel like an irritation. Instead, having her near felt comfortable.
“Brazen little thing, aren’t you?”
“A gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do. Stop stalling and answer the question.”
She’d opened to them about her ruthless family. His life was no secret. At least, the events were public knowledge. He’d never told a soul about his guilt. Would Katie shut down and push him away?
“Both my fathers were killed in preventable accidents,” he said. “I was twelve when my dad stopped to help a tourist on his way to Missoula. It was by one of those scenic outlooks. He’d just gotten back in his truck when he was hit. His truck went over the edge. It was a steep slope, at least eight hundred feet to the bottom.”
Her eyes filled with tears. She pressed her hand over his racing heart. She said nothing, waiting for him to go on. Could he? He wiped his clammy hands on the sheet. He’d been holding the secret to himself for too long as to why his father was there. It was his fault that his dad died. Katie waited. If she hated him because of it, he’d only have to look at her accusing face for a couple of weeks. He’d been staring at his own guilt in the mirror for seventeen years. Surely he could take a few days from Katie? He inhaled a breath, shuddering, and continued.
“I was on the football team. We’d gone to the big city to take on our arch rivals, and won. Our bus went past the emergency vehicles in the dark. I didn’t know, none of us did, what had happened. When we got to the school the sheriff, Max Gibson, was there. He said someone too inexperienced to drive their RV through the mountains took the corner too fast, clipped my father’s truck and knocked it, with my father inside, over the edge. The truck went headfirst, right to the bottom. They said the initial impact likely killed him.”
He hadn’t believed it at the time, and still didn’t. His father would have done his damndest to steer his truck down that slope, as he would have a horse. That was what he wanted to ask the ghost of Beth Elliott. Had his father died instantly, or had he known he was going to die and had been smashed up along the way, until the final crash at the end? He wanted to know, but only if Beth could ease his mind.
Katie’s hand on his arm startled him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not as sorry as me,” he said quietly. “It was my fault.”
Her concerned expression faded. “How is that your fault?”
“I didn’t ask for much because Ben needed so much help. That time I asked him to ride the team bus to the game like the other dads. He said he had to take Ben to another doctor’s appointment and couldn’t make it back in time to catch the bus.” Sam tilted his head back, eyes shut. He couldn’t watch Katie’s concern turn to disgust. “I yelled that Ben always had another appointment but this was my first big game. I said he didn’t care about me, just Ben and Trey. He just shook his head sadly and walked away. It was the last time I saw him.”
He had to push to swallow past the huge lump in his throat.
“I was so mad that I played the best game of my life just to spite him. I was the big hero,” he added with enough sarcasm to choke himself. “I didn’t know my dad got Ben in early so he could get to the game. He’d be late, but he’d be there. He never made it. If it wasn’t for me acting like a spoiled brat, demanding he drive all that way, my father wouldn’t have been killed.”
Katie made an unladylike snort. She punched him in the chest. It was no girlie punch.
“Ow!” He rubbed the sore spot. “What was that for?”
“Your father died because of choices he and others ma
de. Not you.”
“But he wouldn’t have been there—”
“Not everything’s about you, Sam.” She stabbed him with her eyes. “Bad things happen. This was one of them. It’s terrible, but you didn’t cause it.” She settled back against him. “By your lack of logic it’s my grandmother’s fault that I got attacked the other night.”
He peered down at her, confused. “Your grandmother?”
“Yep. She’s the one that sent me on this assignment. If she hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have been in a place where I was open to attack.” She sat up, elbowing him in the gut in the process. He grunted, sure it was on purpose. “No, wait! It’s my parents’ fault. If I hadn’t been born, I wouldn’t have had anything happen to me, ever.”
“Now you’re being ridiculous,” he said, grumbling. He’d held onto his guilt for so long that it didn’t feel right to let it go.
“No more than you. So, do you insist you caused your other father’s death, too?”
“No.” He was not going to tell her he’d blamed his mother for years.
“Did he die from natural causes?”
“If you consider flying off a bucking horse natural, then yes.”
She went to hit him again, so he grabbed her fist. She struggled to move, but he could keep her still with one hand. He chuckled at her puny attempts. Her eyes narrowed, and then traveled down his belly. He grabbed her other hand before she could attack him in a much more tender spot.
“Talk, Sam Elliott. I’ve got two knees, and teeth.”
She bared them, then stared at his nipple. His cock jumped at the thought of wrestling with her. Later.
“It was ten years ago, when I was nineteen. Dad entered a charity rodeo. Pretty much everyone in town either competed or volunteered. Dad insisted he was going to win the saddlebronc buckle for Mom since it was their anniversary. I was in first place. He was the last to ride. He had the best ride of the night, and beat me. He knew it, too, when the buzzer went.”
