by Jane Jamison
Why was everyone staring at her again?
Mayla’s mouth dropped open. “No. You can’t. Believe me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. This is true, undying love. You can’t give up on it so easily.”
Irritation had her gritting her teeth. “Seriously. This is no one’s business but mine. I don’t know where you got the idea anyway, but please, just stop.”
Earline set the pot down on the table hard enough that Mallory was surprised when it didn’t break. She fisted her hands on her hips and hollered, “For shit’s sake. Gunner? Rick? What the hell do you think you’re doing? How can you let her get on the bus and ride off?”
The heat burst into her cheeks. Her face had to be as red as a fire engine. “Oh, my God. Earline, please don’t.”
“Please don’t what, honey? Everyone knows you’re their mate.” She narrowed those strange silver eyes at her. “You know it, too, right?”
She couldn’t answer. Not with the men remaining silent.
“Big E, it’s none of your damn business.”
Rick, please, don’t get into it with her. Just get me out of here.
“Maybe I should leave.”
She jolted as Earline’s large hand came down on her shoulder, holding her in her seat. “Bullshit. Boys, I don’t know what you did to make her leave, but an ostrich with its head in the sand can see she doesn’t want to go.”
She heard the scraping of chairs across the worn tiled floor. Steeling herself wasn’t going to help much. Not when she felt so vulnerable.
“We don’t want her to leave.”
She gaped at Rick. “You don’t?”
“Of course not.” He scanned the audience, then took her by the arm and pulled her toward the front door.
She was outside and standing on the sidewalk, her heart hardly daring to beat for fear of making him change his mind. Gunner pushed through the door, then made a low noise that sounded a lot like a growl, and waved Earline and Mayla back inside.
“How about a little privacy, ladies?”
Need, simple and raw, drove into her like a Mac truck wheeling through a driving rain. She wobbled on her feet, then found her center and lifted her head.
I’m not going to touch them. If I do, I’ll never leave even if they tell me that they lied to the others and don’t really want me to stay.
Rick paced off, then spun around and came back at her. “Damn it, Mallory, if you weren’t so fucking bullheaded, this wouldn’t have gone so far off the track.”
“Look at the pot calling the kettle black.”
He glared at Earline. “Get. Back. Inside.”
“Boy, don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do.” Earline narrowed her eyes even more than she had before.
“Big E, let’s give them some space.” Mayla took the older woman’s arm. “Just remember what I said, Mallory. It’s once in a lifetime.” She tugged Earline along with her.
“Both of you need to end this right now.” Gunner pointed down the street. “Here comes the bus.”
An older bus, one that looked like it had driven to hell and back, pulled to the corner a few yards down from the restaurant. The bus driver, a young man with long hair that fell in front of his face, opened the folding doors, then leaned out of the bus.
“Hey, anyone needing the bus?”
“I said to end this now.” Gunner confronted his brother. “Tell her or I swear I won’t be responsible for what I do.”
She bit her lower lip and silently prayed that Rick would say something, anything. If he didn’t, she would. Mayla was right. Whatever was between them was too good to throw away. No matter how bullheaded Rick got.
“Damn, you two. Speak up.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I was wrong.”
They’d spoken at the same time. That had to be a good sign.
Gunner grinned, then slapped his brother on the back. “It’s about fucking time.” He turned to her then. “Mallory, do you still want to leave?”
“Do you want me to leave?” She had to have some reassurance that they wanted her. Even if they didn’t say those three little words that she longed to hear, she had to hear them tell her to stay.
“Hell, no.”
Hearing Gunner say that was like hearing the song of a beautiful songbird. Still, she needed to know that Rick fell the same way.
“Like I said. I’m sorry.” Gone was the hard steel in his eyes. In its place was an urgency that matched her own. “I want you to stay. More than anything, I want you to stay.”
The bus driver still waited on the steps. “Are you coming, lady, or not?”
She loved them. What else mattered? It wasn’t the time or the place to tell them, but she wasn’t going to leave. The time would come.
She shook her head at the driver. “Not.”
Chapter Seven
Coming back to the ranch felt like coming home. Strangely, they hadn’t spoken much on the way back, but the tension that had layered over them in the first ride was gone.
Mallory was happier than she’d ever been. Just hearing them tell her to stay was enough. She wouldn’t push them for more.
Rick stopped the truck in front of the house, slid out of the truck, and headed up the front steps. She’d hoped he’d help her out and her disappointment must’ve shown.
Gunner cozied her against his body, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t let him get to you. Admitting he was wrong is major for him. I can’t remember the last time he told anyone he was wrong.”
Rick didn’t look back. Instead, he entered the house, letting the screen door bang behind him. “Are you sure he really wants me here? He said so, but the way he’s acting doesn’t leave me much to cling to.”
“We both want you here. I know it’s only been a short time, but we want you to stay. Provided you can handle what we do for a living.”
“I can.” She twisted so that she could face him, then lay her palm against his chest. “I still don’t like it, but I know that the things your neighbor told me were lies.” She’d ask them later if their friend had checked on Lawson Industries yet. All she wanted at that moment was to be with them.
He brushed his hand along her cheek. “Rick and I have waited a long time for you to come along. To be honest, I doubted you would. Now that you’re here, we’re not going to lose you. I promise you that the next time Rick’s bullshit gets in the way, I’ll take a two-by-four and knock him upside that rock he calls a head.”
The sizzle had grown, overwhelming her until all she could think to do was to kiss him. Yet, it didn’t feel…whole. Not without Rick.
She lifted her eyes to his. “Would you take me upstairs? I want you. Both of you.”
He shoved the door open. “Damn straight I will.”
When she tried to get out, he snatched her into his arms. She let out a yelp, then pressed her body to his. Feeling like the heroine in a romance, she clung to his neck as he took her inside the house.
“Rick. Upstairs. Now.”
Rick held a bottle of wine and was about to take a drink straight from the bottle. Setting the wine down, he didn’t question his brother. Instead, he strode toward the staircase and followed them upstairs.
Gunner was like a man possessed as he moved down the hallway. She kept her face against his chest. First a loud bam then a boom startled her as Gunner kicked open a bedroom door and let it slam against the wall.
He tossed her on top of a large bed. She only had long enough to wonder whose room it was before he started tearing off his clothes. Rick stalked into the room and began disrobing, too.
Maybe it was her need for them. Maybe it was her love for them. Whatever the reason, they seemed to grow larger in build and sexier every time she saw them. She remembered their brick-wall bodies, but now those walls had enlarged, becoming massive mountains that hovered over her. She didn’t move, fearful that she would break the charm they shared.
They came together, one brother as handsome as the othe
r. Their jaws were locked, their eyes ablaze with the strange amber color. Wide shoulders led down to narrow waists that pointed toward their curved, purple-veined cocks. Her breathing became gasps, her heart rate doubled.
“Mallory, we want you to stay. Do you understand that now?”
She nodded at Gunner, her voice lost in the effort to breathe.
“We want you to stay,” repeated Rick. His mouth worked as though he wanted to say more, but couldn’t.
She knew how he felt. Too much emotion whirled around her and robbed her of her speech. Would she ever talk again? Would she ever feel the need to do so?
“We won’t ask you to promise us more than that. But promise that, for now, you’ll stay.”
At last, her words found her voice. “I promise.” She wanted to order them to come to her, yet agonized that she’d do or say something wrong.
“But you have to know.” Gunner skimmed his eyes over her, torching the kindling of her desire as no ordinary match ever could. “We can be rough. That’s how we like it. If you’re going to stay with us, then you have to get used to it.”
“Tell us, Mallory.”
Rick hadn’t spoken loudly. He didn’t have to. She would’ve hung on his slightest whisper. “Yes. I accept.”
Rick lunged at her like a mountain lion jumping off an overhang and landing on its unaware prey below. But she wasn’t unprepared. She grabbed for her shirt, but it was a useless move.
Rick had already torn it away.
A growl came along with Gunner’s attack. As Rick bent low and snagged her bra with his teeth, Gunner took hold of her shoes and tossed them aside. Her bra went flying away as Gunner tugged off her jeans and panties in one swift tug.
Rick took her arms and pulled them over her head. She cried out, but the sound was muffled as he crushed his lips to hers. He was rough, both with his hands that enclosed over her breasts and with his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. He tasted of wine and more, of the indescribable flavor that was all his.
She moaned, her body only now recovering from the shock of their assault. Arching her back, she pushed her hard nipples against his palms, determined to tempt him to pinch, twist, or bite. His kiss deepened, as nibbles on her lower lip became hard, quick bites that stung her flesh.
Her world whirled around her as the weight of their bodies sank her into the mattress. Every inch of her was alive with the buzz of the energy that passed from one to the other, then back again. She gave in to the sensation as it warped over her skin like a thousand tiny bees, giving her pleasant stings.
Gunner’s wrists surrounded her ankles. She kicked out in a natural defensive reaction, but it did no good. The softness of fur wrapped around each one as he stretched her legs out and upward.
Surprised, she jerked her head to the side to see past Rick. Black cuffs lined with red fur were attached to cords that he’d tied to each of the two bed posts. With a wicked grin, Gunner yanked on the cords, sliding her body over the bed while raising her legs higher and her butt off the mattress.
“Take it easy, baby.” His hand cupped her crotch. His finger slid over her juice-slickened clit. His touch was the spark that the inferno had waited for allowing the blame to burn even hotter.
“That’s it. I want you all over my hand. I’m going to eat you out until you scream my name.”
“Then stop talking about it and do it.” The urgency inside her took over, driving all other thoughts away. She had to have them. Had to feel their bodies against hers. How didn’t matter.
Rick swung his leg over her to straddle her chest. “We will. All in good time.”
He pushed her breasts together, playing with them as they jiggled. “Fuck me with your tits.” He rocked against her, sliding his cock back and forth between her breasts. The feel of his cock against her skin was exhilarating and she couldn’t help but flick her tongue over his cock as it played hide and seek. She felt his cock grow larger, longer. Placing her hands over his, she helped keep her breasts together, adding even more pressure against his shaft.
Rick leaned his head back and moaned. “Damn, but that feels good. But I don’t need your help.”
He reached somewhere beside him and, taking another set of cuffs that looked like the ones on her ankles, he snapped them around her wrists, then pulled her arms over her head. Leaning over her head to secure the cords to the head posts, he dangled his cock in front of her face. She giggled, then made good use of his position to lap her tongue around his length.
As soon as he had the cords tied, he flattened his hands against the wall and lowered his head. His eyes closed and his expression became one of pure lust. She sucked on him, putting every bit of effort into hollowing her cheeks and dragging him in. Determined to give him as much pleasure as she could, she circled her tongue around him, sucked, then released, then did it again.
Like a trail of desire, Gunner’s fingers massaging her clit sent a line of need racing toward her mouth. What one brother gave, the other gained. She was the lucky one in the middle.
These were her men. She no longer had any doubt. Having been numb to the idea of getting on the bus and leaving them behind, an explosion of relief had burst apart inside her once Gunner had carried her up to the bedroom. She realized that, no matter what might have happened in Shatland, she couldn’t have left. Her heart knew where she belonged. It had taken time for her head to realize what her heart had already known.
Gunner moved between her legs, sliding his thighs under her lifted buttocks and taking the strain off on her legs. His hand slipped underneath her, caressing the seam of her buttocks. “Sweet. Damn, but you’re amazing. Just breathe, baby.”
She gasped as something cool and slippery entered her anus. Where she’d expected his fingers, she’d gotten a butt plug. Never having experienced one, she was thrilled at the way her ass muscles tightened around it. At first, it was a little painful, but that gave way to sinful delight. She sucked on Rick’s cock and dragged on his cock, making it feel the way her butt hole did.
When Gunner put his mouth against her pussy, she jerked away from Rick’s cock and let out a cry. She dragged in a breath, then closed her eyes and moved her head side to side, letting Rick’s cock slide from one side of her face to the other. The softness of his mushroomed cap left a trail of pre-cum along its path.
The sigh of enjoyment Gunner gave her as he came up from licking her pussy drove her into a flight of ecstasy. The little things, soft touches, and moans of satisfaction, turned her on even more. She’d never known that sex could be like this. She’d never believed she’d be caught between two men, men she’d come to care about and respect so deeply.
They were a threesome, not only as their bodies joined together, but because the intangible bond that had brought them together now strengthened, taking a thread of their instinctual, primal pull and transforming it into a rod of unstoppable awareness.
Each man caressed her, then attacked her, going from gentle to hard, then back again. The changes left her standing on a sexual tightrope, uncertain what would come next, unprepared to handle one emotion as it washed into another.
Rick was unrelenting as he shoved his cock forward, rubbing between her breasts and forging a friction-filled path along her skin. Gunner ate her up, his tongue playing jump frog between piercing her pussy then swiping over her swollen clit. One hand twisted the butt plug while the other massaged her clitoris.
They drove her crazy with a disease that only they could cure. Rick leaned forward and slammed his cock into her mouth as he worked his hips back and forth. She ached to skim her fingers along his abdomen, to feel his muscles working like a rhythmic machine. The tendons in his girder-like legs rippled and flexed, pumping his cock into her time and again, driving farther into her throat until she choked. He backed off, opening eyes that were filled with sparkling amber. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he fought to maintain control.
The tips of his eye teeth slipped over his bottom lip.
What i
s that?
She stared harder, trying to clear her head enough to know that what she saw was only her imagination gone wild from the sex. But before she could force her muddled mind to work, he’d closed his mouth again.
That wonder was soon lost as Gunner eased back, letting the chill of the air waft over her heated pussy. He shimmied underneath her farther, then pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy.
“Get ready, Mallory. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He laughed, then plunged his cock inside her, smooth as silk, yet hard as steel. “Cream then scream, baby.”
She was ready for him, and yet, no one could have prepared her for how hard and long he was. He ripped into her, taking her breath away. She did cry out, the sound once again muted by Rick’s cock.
Gunner’s cock stretched her walls, putting up a friction that was unequaled. The wildness, the primal lust that had taken her over from the first moment she’d met them, gained complete control, ridding her of any other emotion. Her body wanted them, and now that she had them, she wouldn’t stop until she’d taken everything they could give.
Making a noise not dissimilar to the growls the men made, she yanked on her restraints, lifted her head and dragged Rick’s cock inside in one fast move. His eyes grew wider and she almost laughed at his ecstatic expression.
Moving against Gunner was impossible with her hands and legs bound. Instead, she rotated her hips, and if she could’ve seen his face, she knew that he would’ve mimicked his brother’s stunned look.
I have you now and I’m never letting go.
She gave control away to her muscles and the craving of her body for theirs. Using her body as she’d never done before, she fought against the rising ebb of her release. She wouldn’t let go before they did. This was her time to please them.
She sensed that Rick’s mind had given way to his body as well. His expression was tense, concentrating. Was he trying to have her climax before him? She whipped her tongue around and over his cock and saw his fortitude shatter with the drop of his jaw.
