Harper's Little Spitfire

by Angel Steel

  Caleb shifted behind her. She heard a bottle open and then warm liquid dripped down the crack of her ass. Logan’s hands gripped the side of her head as she took more of him in.

  A finger pushed into her ass, preparing her for one of them to take her. Wiggling against the finger, another was added as they scissored, widening her. She moaned around Logan’s cock as Caleb’s fingers pushed deeper and deeper.

  She found Zeb sitting at the end of the bed, watching on as her mouth moved over Logan’s erection. His hand slid along his length as her mouth did the same to Logan.

  Caleb pulled his fingers from her as Logan grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He reached down, lifted her and spun her around so she was facing Zeb with her back to Logan’s front.

  His cock glided over her clit. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around him. As her hand slid up, it rubbed over her clit. Rocking against him, he reached down and wrapped his own hand around hers.

  Caleb handed a bottle to her. “Logan’s going to take your ass. You need to rub some of that over him.”

  Nodding, she squeezed a small amount onto her hand and massaged it over his cock. Logan’s hands gripped onto her hips and lifted her as she shifted forward. She reached down and positioned him. He pushed in, an inch at a time. She breathed in and out as he slid further into her. Her muscles contracted around him, his fingers digging into her side, holding her still.

  Once he was fully seated inside of her, she began to rock. Leaning her hands back on his chest, his hips lifted and dropped as he slid in and out.

  She stopped her rocking as Logan controlled the movement. Caleb knelt in front of her and glided two fingers into her. She froze all movement when she heard the door behind her open.

  Caleb added another finger, trying to distract her from the noise. Turning her head, she gaped as Mac stood there, staring at them all.

  Logan’s hand lifted and massaged her breasts. Her mind blanked as Caleb shifted forward between hers and Logan’s legs, rubbing his erection at her opening and pushed forward.

  Her eyes stayed on Mac as he walked further into the room, then stopped as his eyes were glued to where both Logan and Caleb entered her.

  Logan hands fell to her side, gripping her as he slid her back and forth. Caleb lifted his hand to her breast and traced her nipple lightly.

  Throwing her head back as both Logan and Caleb picked up their pace, Caleb nipped at her neck while he pounded into her. When Caleb pulled out, Logan pushed in. In unison, they repeated the motion. As the other one pulled out, the other slid deeper. Their advance together drove her higher and higher.

  She turned her head towards Mac and clenched around both of Caleb and Logan. Mac sat there staring as he pulled himself off. Zeb shifted closer to her. Turning her head, Zeb rubbed the tip of his erection over her lips. Opening, he slid forward and moved with the same speed as Caleb and Logan. Her hands dug into Logan’s chest as she moaned around Zeb’s length. She felt a hand at her breast, tweaking her nipple. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the three of them increased their movements.

  As Zeb pulled back, she nibbled on the tip of him.

  “Nothing else feels better than where I am right now.” Caleb mumbled into her neck.

  Logan’s hips lifted up, sending him deeper. Caleb groaned as he did the same with his hips.

  Pulling her mouth from Zeb, she said, “Stop being so gentle and both fuck me already, please,” she groaned. She needed them to be themselves and not keep treating her as if she was a damn doll. She wasn’t going to break.

  Logan growled behind her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath as both of them really started to fuck her.

  Caleb slid his hand between them and found her clit. Rubbing his thumb hard over it, he lifted his head from her neck and looked into her eyes. “Ready.”

  They both slid in and out of her. Caleb’s thumb frantically glided over Sage’s sensitive bud as both of them grew inside of her. Clamping down on both of them, she cried out when another orgasm surged through her.

  Logan and Caleb groaned as they quickened their thrusts. Caleb came next. His head fell back and roared as he exploded inside of her. Logan followed soon after, his hips pounding faster and faster until he yelled out her name as she clenched around him.

  Caleb pulled out of her as Logan slowed his actions down. She opened her eyes just in time to watch as Zeb moaned out his own release. She fell back against Logan’s chest, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter against him.

  “Fuck, Sage that was damn hot,” Caleb laughed, sitting beside her.

  Giggling to herself in contentment, she sat up slightly and groaned as Logan pulled out of her gently. She shivered, every part of her feeling ultra-sensitive. Logan slid her off him and sat up, pulling her up and between his legs.

  Caleb stood from the bed and walked towards the back of the room. Pushing a door open, he stepped in. Then she heard water running. The room even has a bathroom; I could so live here! She thought.

  Logan wrapped his arms around her as Caleb moved back to where they were. He stopped at the end of the bed, and then knelt on it, moving up to her. His hand clasped her ankle, tapping it. She shifted her legs apart.

  He leaned up and wiped a cloth between her legs, cleaning her. Whimpering softly at the slight touch from him, it sent tingles through her body.

  When Caleb was done, she shifted out of Logan’s grasp and stood from the bed herself. With her back to all of them, she sauntered over to where her dress had dropped on the ground and picked it up. Groans sounded behind her. Grinning, she straightened, pulled the dress back on and faced them all again.

  Mac’s eyes followed her steps as she approached them. He stood from where he was and rounded the bed. Her heart rate sped up, unsure at what he was doing. As she got closer, he stepped towards her, looking between her and the boys.

  “Well, I missed the party. Would have been nice if I was invited earlier.”

  “But you weren’t, MacKenzie,” she ground out.

  “All four of us are together when we fuck a woman.”

  She stilled as his words sunk in.

  “Mac,” Logan warned.

  Stomping over to Mac, she was beyond pissed when she got in his face. “You all might fuck together, with other women, but you aren’t doing that with me, MacKenzie.” She turned away from him.

  “You didn’t complain last time,” Mac said.

  Spinning around, she stomped towards him. As he grinned down at her, her hand shot out and slapped him hard across the face. His head went left at the force behind it. Just as quickly, he faced her and growled. She backed away, but not before his hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him.

  “Mac, let her go, now,” Logan growled.

  She felt Logan, Caleb’s and Zeb’s presence behind her. Her body trembled with a slight amount of fear, hoping he would listen to them, but he scared the living shit out of her.

  He glared down at her, taking a breath. “If I remember correctly, you used me for a quick fuck, another notch in your belt.” She ripped her wrist from his tight grip.

  As soon as she was out of Mac’s range, Logan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her away from him.

  “Spitfire, why don’t you head upstairs and jump in the shower. I’ll be up there soon,” Logan instructed.

  Nodding, she stepped out of Logan’s grip and walked away from them. Pushing the door closed, she made her way to the top floor and into Logan’s bathroom. Slipping from her dress again, she stood to the side under the shower and turned the water on.

  When the water was warm enough, she stepped under it and sunk to the floor. Pulling her legs up, and wrapping her arms around them, she crumpled. She hated how Mac made her feel. But after that one night spent together, one she had hoped to be special, he had destroyed all hopes of that. The way he treated her during, and absolutely after, made it clear that he didn’t give a fuck.

  Tears trickled down her cheeks. Sh
e’d held it together down there in the games room, not wanting to cry in front of any of them. However, sitting alone with her own thoughts, she couldn’t stay strong. Sage had no idea what Mac had been thinking. Did he seriously expect her to open her legs for him as though nothing had happened? He’d ripped her heart out and stolen her virginity. She hated him just as much as she still loved him, all of them, but she was never opening her heart to him again.

  ~~*~~*~~

  Logan waited till Sage had left and spun around, facing Mac. “What the hell is your damn problem?” he grated out.

  Mac dropped his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “She drives me fucking crazy,” Mac mumbled.

  “If you didn’t fuck it up in the first place, you would have been involved. But you had to ruin it.” Logan stomped away and dropped into the sofa.

  “I want to know why you were so bloody cruel to her that night. The truth this time. What the hell was going through your head?” Logan asked.

  “She pushes all my buttons. I can’t get her out of my damn head. So I went to her room that night. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, Logan. You and I both know, we can only take so much from her. So I fucked her to stop the torment.”

  Logan pushed up from the sofa and stormed over towards him. Mac didn’t have a chance as Caleb’s fist came up and connected to his face. Caleb ducked, dodging Mac’s fist as it flew towards his own. Mac didn’t miss the next one as it struck Caleb in the nose.

  Punches flew, left and right, both of them connecting to each other.

  Cursing, he pulled Caleb away as Mac advanced on him. Pointing his finger to him, Logan growled, “Don’t.”

  Mac stopped, panting, with blood dripping down his face.

  “We made a pact ten years ago that spitfire was ours, Mac, and you were in on that. She is ours, always has been. But you couldn’t help but run your damn mouth off and mess it up. Don’t be surprised if she never wants you in her bed again. You did that to yourself. I just can’t think as to why you would do that to someone you have loved for the last ten years,” Logan hissed.

  Logan continued, “I thinks it’s best if you leave. I don’t want spitfire upset any more than she already is. If you want her forgiveness, give her a couple of days, then try and talk to her, but don’t force it with her, Mac, or I’ll hunt you down myself and kick your ass.”

  Caleb ripped from Logan’s hold and stormed off towards the door, leaving the room. Mac nodded once and turned his back to them.

  Logan had had enough of the bullshit, the lies and half-truths. It had to stop. If Mac continued to push Sage away, she’d pull away from the rest of them, and he wasn’t having that; no fucking way in hell that was happening. She was theirs. End of story.

  CHAPTER

  TWENTY-FIVE

  Several days had passed since Sage had spent the night at Logan’s. Caleb and Logan joined her in bed an hour after she left all of them downstairs. Zeb never came with them. She never questioned it until she woke; he was nowhere in the house as she sat at the breakfast bar, eating with Caleb.

  Logan had to go into the office early that morning, something about paperwork. She cried again once she’d had a good look at Caleb. He told her that he got into a fight with Mac and nothing more was said. She hated them fighting like that, even more so knowing it was partly over her.

  Her phone dinged with an incoming message. Picking it up, Mac’s name came up. Deleting the message straight away, she threw her phone onto her bed. She had been doing that for the last two days. He had called at least twenty times a day and sent countless messages, but she never read or answered anything from him.

  She wasn’t ready to listen or talk to him. She was shocked when he had arrived at Logan’s and spoken to her. But finding out that he had fought with Caleb, a stupid fist fight that should never have happened, had her blood boiling.

  Her phone started ringing again. Declining the call yet again, she switched it off. That would stop him from ringing.

  Walking out of her room and down towards her kitchen needing something to drink, she pulled out a can of coke, when her doorbell rang.

  Sipping her drink as she walked over to the door, she opened it. Bri stood on the other side, a large bag at her side, grinning at her.

  “Hey, bitch. I’m here early but don’t care,” Bri greeted, pushing her way inside.

  “Come on in,” Sage replied sarcastically.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Bri laughed.

  Dropping her bag on the couch, she sat beside it. “So what are we doing before we head out tonight? Anything exciting?”

  “Nope. Was going to clean the house before everyone arrived. That’s the only exciting thing that is happening.”

  “Yay, cleaning,” Bri said as she rolled her eyes.

  Sage picked up a pillow and threw it at her. Heading towards the kitchen, Sage side-stepped as the same pillow came her way. “Missed!” she yelled over her shoulder to Bri.

  “I meant to,” Bri called back.

  Filling the sink, she washed the dishes that had been sitting there from the night before. She didn’t mind the washing part; it was the drying she hated. After she placed the last dish in the rack, she emptied the water from the sink and wiped the counter tops down. One room down, six to go.

  The dining room and lounge room were next. There wasn’t much to do in the dining room besides fixing up a couple of things and wiping the table down. Moving into the lounge room, she held back a giggle as Bri stood in some weird-ass pose.

  “What are you doing, fool?” Sage asked, straightening the pillows on her couch.

  Bri looked between her legs, upside down. “I’m doing yoga poses to kill time.”

  “You look uncomfortable.”

  “It helps to stretch and relax you. You should try it sometime,” Bri answered as she changed into another pose.

  “I’ll be all right. There is no way I’m doing that. Plus I thinks it’s enough for one of us to look stupid, not both.”

  “Whatever, slutface,” Bri mumbled.

  “Whoremuncher,” Sage replied.

  Placing everything back where it was supposed to be and straightening up the coffee table, she grabbed her vacuum cleaner and plugged it in. Leaning over ready to turn it on, her doorbell rang.

  Looking towards the door and back to Bri, she asked Bri, “Can you answer that, please?”

  Bri stood from where she was and walked over to the door. Switching the vacuum on, Sage started to glide it around. As she turned to go over the other way, Bri stood beside the couch, looking her way.

  Turning the noise off, Bri mumbled, walking into the kitchen, “It’s for you.” Frowning, Sage dropped the pole and walked over to the door.

  Opening the door, she groaned aloud before she spoke. “I don’t want to see or talk to you,” she told him and started to close the door in his face.

  Mac pushed against the door, stopping her. “I want to talk to you,” he said as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

  Holding the door open, she hardened her face. “I don’t care if you want to talk to me, MacKenzie. Please leave.”

  “I’m not leaving till you hear what I have to say,” he growled and crossed his arms over his chest, all hard lines and anger

  “Sage.”

  She turned around and faced Bri.

  “Do you want me to throw him out?” Bri said seriously as she stepped towards them.

  Mac growled towards her.

  Sage had no doubt Bri would do just that. “No, I don’t want any more people getting hurt.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she closed her eyes and counted to ten.

  “I just want to talk to you, privately. Can you give me at least ten minutes of your time? Once I’ve said what I need to, I’ll leave.” His jaw tightened.

  Dropping her hand, she sighed, “Fine. We’ll go in my room.”

  She looked towards Bri and nodded.

  Walking down the hall, she shifted aside, allowing Mac into her room. Foll
owing him in, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

  “Say what you have to say.”

  Mac’s shoulders slumped as he faced her. He moved towards her, but Sage held up her hand. “Don’t,” her voice wavered. “I can’t have you near me, Mac.”

  He stood a small distance from her as he spoke. “I want to apologise for the way I acted toward you that night at the ranch. It should never have happened that way, and I’m really sorry for what I did and said to you.” He sat down on the bed and looked at her. “I’ve wanted you for far too long, Sage. But I held back. The things I wanted to do to you would have scared you away from me, and I didn’t want that. I care too much for you to show you what I really am.”

  “Mac.” She couldn’t believe what he was saying; she was a little stunned at his words, and after what had happened, he held back from her, just as she had done with all of them. His head fell forward, blocking his face from her. She stepped forward, but stopped; she needed to hear the rest from him.

  “No, let me finish. I know you have strong feelings for the rest of my brothers, and they do for you as well. I know that whatever I say won’t change what happened in the past, but I am truly sorry for being an ass towards you.”

  She stepped forward and stopped in front of him. “Why did you act that way?” An ass was an understatement, but damn if she didn’t want, and need, the truth. Damn her traitorous heart.

  “Something changed in me.” He shrugged and looked defeated, a new look for Mac. “I wanted you too badly. I have for a long time. I’ve seen the way you look at my brothers and me, but the way you did that with them, it pissed me off. I wanted you for myself. I didn’t want to share you. I’m greedy, Sage, but I fucked that up.”

  “Mac, I care for all of you, but you hurt me that night. You didn’t listen to anything I said. You wanted what you wanted and that was that. Nothing to do with what I wanted.” Shaking her head, she continued, “It wasn’t so much the sex between us, it’s what you said to me after that ripped me apart. I knew you could be a cruel bastard sometimes, but I never thought you would be like that towards me.” She took a deep breath. “I thought you cared.”