by Vanessa Vale
Of course she hadn’t. I wouldn’t expect anything less from our little workaholic. But I still had hope that we could tempt her away from the rat race and into our lives…for good.
That death glare she aimed at her phone was goddamn adorable, if you asked me, but it was frustrating as hell to see her all worked up over that crappy job of hers. Sam reached her side first and his voice was surprisingly gentle. “Put it away, doll. Work time is over.”
She looked up at him and blinked as if just now realizing where she was and why. She turned those big baby blues in my direction and it was all I could do not to scoop her into my arms and kiss her until she forgot all about the damn phone. Her work. Hell, New York City. Better yet, haul her into my truck and fuck her brains out until she was too blissed out to care.
But as quickly as she’d looked up, she turned her attention back to that fucking phone. “Hang on one sec. I just have to send one more email.”
Sam arched his eyebrows at me over the top of her head. Just one more email. Our Katie sounded like a damn junkie when it came to her work. There would always be one more email. I knew this because Sam had been just like this. Until he saw the light.
I was ready to snatch the phone out of her hand right then and there but judging by the understanding look on Sam’s face, he knew exactly where she was coming from. Being a former workaholic himself, I let him take the lead.
“What’s the emergency this time, doll? Tell us about it.”
Huh. This was a new tactic. I trusted my cousin and it seemed his approach was exactly what she needed because Katie’s shoulders slumped with something that looked heartbreakingly like relief at having a sympathetic ear. Snatching the phone would only mean we didn’t understand, which was probably true, at least for me. I’d always wanted to run the ranch. No rat race for me. Hell, the only rush hour traffic I ever saw was when a herd of cattle stopped traffic as it crossed the road.
“It’s that asshole Roberts,” she muttered as she stabbed at the keypad of her phone. “He took my case and he’s trying to steal another. And Farber is letting him!”
She glanced up at us and I swear her eyes were wild with a frantic energy. A mix of stress and anger that had her wound up so tight, she could snap at any second. Now, I had no idea who Roberts and Farber were but I would beat the shit out of them on the spot just for putting that look in her eyes.
“Then there’s my ex. He keeps calling and he sent an email to mess with me.”
I could see Sam felt the same way judging by the tightness around his mouth and eyes. Ex? He hid his anger better than I did, but either one of us would put our lives on the line for this woman—and kill for her, if it came to that.
Her ex was fucking with her? He was a dead man and we had hundreds of acres to bury the body.
“He’s already junior partner and gloating,” Katie continued. I wasn’t sure if she was talking about Roberts, Farber or her ex. Her fingers were still flying over her phone and though she might have been standing in Bridgewater, her mind was clearly thousands of miles away.
“Would that be so bad?”
We both shot Sam a look of surprise at that. Katie, for obvious reasons, but for me—I could see where he was going with this. I just hadn’t expected him to bring up this conversation quite so early in the night, or while Katie was in one of her stressed out stupors, for that matter. I’d kind of envisioned this talk happening when all three of us were naked and content in bed.
But hell, if Sam thought it was time, I was game.
“Would that be so bad?” Katie repeated the question slowly as if it was the most ludicrous thing she’d ever heard. “Of course it would be bad, Sam. I’ve worked my ass off to make partner. I’ve earned it.”
“No one’s saying you don’t deserve it.” I tried to keep my voice low and soft, the way I’d talk to a spooked horse to make sure it didn’t hurt itself or me. Sure enough, she swung around toward me with those wide, crazed eyes.
I cocked my head, studied her. “Sweetness, just how many coffees have you had today?”
She ignored the question as she turned back to Sam. “How can you ask that?” she insisted. “You of all people should know how hard I’ve worked for this… how much it means to me.”
Sam took a step closer and placed his hands on her shoulders. From where I stood, I could see the gravity written all over his face and knew Katie had to see it, too. “I’m sorry, Katie. Real sorry. I know you’ve worked hard, and there’s no doubt that you’ve earned that promotion, but is that what you really want?”
He might as well have been speaking Greek. Her brows drew together as she turned from him to me in confusion. “This is what I’ve been working for forever. Of course, this is what I want.”
“You really want to work for some douchebag chauvinist pigs?” I asked, taking a step closer so I could reach for her hand and soften the blow. A real man might be dominant, commanding and very demanding, but only to protect his woman. Not to fuck her over. “Do you really want to work your ass off for a firm that doesn’t value you?”
Tugging her hand out of my grip, she backed away from me. From us. “What is this about?”
Sam gave me a questioning look, and at my nod, he spoke. “We want you to stay, doll.”
And there it was. My cousin had just spelled it out for her and now our future was on the line. There was a tense silence as we watched her closely. Watched as she shook her head.
“I’ve already stayed here too long. I need to get back to New York before Roberts—”
“He means, for good,” I added, though I figured she knew that. “With us.”
Judging by her skittishness, she was well aware we were talking about more than just extending this fling by a day or two. She instantly defaulted to anger, like I knew she would.
“You can’t possibly expect me to drop everything—my career, my home, my friends. I have a life, you know.”
“And I’m sure it’s a good one,” I lied. What she had back in New York was no life—it was a rat race. An endless competition where the winner got an ulcer and a heart attack as a prize. And an ex who seemed to like to fuck with her. I caught her gaze and held it. “But we’d like to think you could have an even better life here in Bridgewater… with us.”
Sam stepped in, coming closer to her other side so she was surrounded by her men, forced to listen to us. “We want you with us for the long haul, doll. You’re the one for us.”
Scoffing, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. I had to assume she wasn’t aware that she’d just made her tits jut out in spectacular fashion. Of course, that made me hard, but now was not the time. I had to will the fucker down.
“You can’t possibly know that I’m the one. It’s too soon, too—”
“We know,” I said. My tone left no room for argument, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
She gaped up at me. “We’ve only been together—if that’s what you want to call it—for one night. And… and whatever that was on Sam’s desk. You can’t possibly be sure—”
“We know, doll.” Sam looked at me to explain.
I gave Katie a shrug. “It’s the Bridgewater way. When two men find their woman, they just know. It’s like lightning—”
“Oh, please,” Katie interrupted, clearly not buying it. “Declan gave me that whole ‘lightning strike’ speech. Do you really expect me to believe it’s that simple?”
Sam’s voice was low and gruff, filled with more emotion than I’d ever heard. “Do you really expect us to believe that you don’t feel it, too? That when we touch you, it isn’t… more?”
Her stunned silence was answer enough. For the first time since we arrived, some of the tension eased out of my shoulders. She felt it, she just didn’t want to admit it. I hadn’t even realized how nervous I’d been to have this talk—cowboys weren’t exactly anxious by nature—but this was a big fucking deal. Her response would affect the rest of our lives.
She seemed to know it, to
o. For the first time since I met her she seemed at a loss for words.
Sam took her by the elbow and steered her toward the truck. “Come on, doll, we’ve got a dinner to get to.”
It wasn’t until we were all in the truck that Katie came back to her senses. “You can’t seriously expect me to give up everything and move to Bridgewater.”
“Look at you,” I said. “You’re so stressed out over this job, you can barely see straight. Is this really how you want to live?”
She glared over at me. “That’s easy for you to say. You haven’t spent your entire adult life working toward a career goal. It’s not that easy to walk away from.”
I shrugged. She had a point. I had the ranch, but I wouldn’t say there was any need to move up any damn corporate ladder. Sam was the career-driven one in our family. He caught my look over her head and by silent agreement we let the conversation drop. There was no point in arguing with Katie—she could out-argue both of us, if we let that quick brain of hers make all the decisions. No, if we wanted to win her over we’d have to show her what she wanted. Let her body and heart decide.
“Hand over the phone, doll.” Sam held out his hand and when she hesitated, he lowered his voice in that commanding way of his. “We’re done fighting with you, Katie. You know the rules.”
She passed him her phone but not without a grumbled protest. “God, I’m surrounded by bossy men.”
“Sam and I are nothing like those assholes you’re working with.”
“We’re just looking out for you, doll.” Sam placed a hand on her thigh and her breath hitched. I’d bet money that pretty pussy of hers was already wet from that simple touch. “And I want you to tell us all about this ex of yours.”
She sighed.
“Now, sweetness,” I added. Had he hit her? What the hell was this asshole doing to her?
In two minutes, she offered a succinct outline of her ex-husband’s pestering. It was that and that alone.
“He has nothing. No legal grounds,” Sam said.
“I know. He just wants to mess with me.”
“You’ll give me his number and I’ll take care of this. Of him,” he added.
“What? No, I can take care of it myself.”
“Of course you can,” I cut in. “But let Sam help. You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to take care of everything.”
She looked to me, then Sam.
“All right.”
I was surprised, yet thrilled she’d given in so easily. If we could get her ex to leave her alone, then that was a damn ball she didn’t have to juggle.
“Your priorities are out of whack,” I told her as I squeezed her thigh, slid my hand higher. “It’s up to me and Sam here to help you sort out what’s important in life.”
“And I suppose sex with you two is the most important thing.” Katie’s tone was sharp but I saw the way her chest moved as she fought for air. She wasn’t unaffected, no matter what she said. Like we told her, her body never lied. Oh yeah, she wanted us just as much as we wanted her.
“Not just sex,” Sam said. “This isn’t about sex. It’s about what’s between us. We want you to be happy. Satisfied. You deserve to be treated right and taken care of every day of your life, not just when you’re visiting Montana on family business. We’re the men to do that.”
Turning the ignition, I glanced over at Katie’s lap. “Pull up that skirt for me, sweetness. I need to make sure you’re not wearing any panties.”
She shifted in her spot next to me. “I’m not. Sam took them from me this morning when we, um…”
“When he spanked and plugged that perfect ass then fucked you?” I finished. I loved the way her cheeks turned red. But even better was the way she fidgeted on the bench between us, a sure sign her pussy was throbbing, just aching to be filled. I hadn’t fucked her yet, only had that sweet suck of her mouth on me and I was dying to be balls deep.
My cock was hard just thinking of the sounds she’d made back in Sam’s office. I’d come all over my hand and onto the dirt floor of the tack room just listening to them. Hearing her beg for her pleasure, scream her release. Hell, there was no way I’d make it all the way back to the ranch. Heading toward Sam’s place which was right in town, I tugged at the hem of her skirt. “Show me.”
“I told you, Sam took them,” she snapped.
God, she was feisty when she was horny.
“Show him,” Sam commanded.
Slowly, teasingly, she pulled her skirt up the rest of the way so her pussy was exposed and I groaned at the sight. Sure enough, she was wet. I couldn’t resist. Reaching out, I stroked her wet folds, slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy and made her moan. She wriggled her hips a bit and I knew she wanted more. She wanted me to finger fuck her and stroke that clit, but there was no way I was letting her off that easy. Nor was I doing it while I was driving because when she came on my fingers I’d surely drive us right into a ditch. And, a quick release in the car wasn’t what I wanted for her. Our Katie needed to be shown just how badly she needed this—needed us.
I shot Sam a look and he helped me hold her hips still so she was pinned in place on my hand. With a quick glance over I could see her biting her lip to keep from moaning again. Maybe even keeping herself from begging for more, especially since I was holding my fingers still, just reveling in the way her muscles rippled and clenched around them.
“Isn’t Cara’s house the other way?” she said, her voice high-pitched and breathy.
Dammit, I’d forgotten all about Cara’s dinner. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean as Sam deftly took my place, his fingers thrusting into her roughly and not moving, just like I’d done. When she arched her hips and tried to fuck his fingers for release, he chided her softly. “Sit still, doll. We’ll take care of you when we get home, I promise.”
I reached for my phone and called Cara, told her we’d be running a little late. Judging by Cara’s laughter, she could guess why.
Katie was quiet the rest of the way to Sam’s and that was just fine by me. Hopefully, she was thinking over what we’d said. Maybe if we gave her some time, she’d realize we were right. And if that didn’t work, I planned on showing her just how good it felt to be loved by the Kane boys.
Sam acted quickly the moment the truck came to a stop. In one move he got out and pulled Katie out after him, slinging her over his shoulder and hauling her into the house, ignoring her protests at being tossed around like a sack of potatoes.
By the time I followed them inside, Sam had already ordered Katie to bend over and put her hands on the kitchen table. Sam was clearly distracted at the sight of those gorgeous breasts straining against her shirt as she bent over. As he worked to free them from the straight-laced button-down top and frilly bra, I came over and gave him a hand by pulling up her skirt to reveal that full, luscious ass.
She gasped with outrage when I nudged her legs apart, but didn’t try to stop us. Our little Katie needed another spanking and she knew it. What better way to get her mind off that crazy job?
I stepped back and watched as Sam smacked her ass once, twice.
“Again?”
“Again,” Sam said, the sound of the slap echoed off the tiles. “When you stop thinking about work, we’ll stop spanking you.” He did it once more and I was mesmerized the way her creamy flesh shifted beneath his palm. “Well, maybe not.”
My cock had been hard as a rock in the truck and I was just about ready to explode watching that ass turn red and those tits sway at the impact. But that was nothing compared to the look on her face—the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain that had her biting her lip and arching her back, silently begging for more. Yeah, she wasn’t thinking about work now.
A few more slaps and all three of us were ready to come. I saw Sam fumble with the button of his jeans as he got ready to fuck her from behind. She was primed and ready—but I could make it even better. Dropping to my knees behind her, I parted those sweet cheeks and saw her wet an
d waiting. That was all the invitation I needed.
Her thighs stiffened beneath my hands as my tongue found her pussy. Wrapping one arm around her hips, I flicked her clit as my tongue laved her from behind. Her moan was low and sweet as I heard a condom wrapper open.
Now she was ready. I’d no sooner pulled back when Sam pushed me out of the way and shoved his cock into her in one hard thrust that had her gripping the edge of the table and calling out his name, my name—hell, the woman was screaming for both of us and God, too.
I came to her side and licked her ear, nibbled at her neck, pinched her nipples while Sam fucked her hard. All the while I whispered in her ear how fucking hot she was. How naughty. I told her that she was ours and only ours. I didn’t stop until she was screaming that, too. That she was ours.
She and Sam came quickly.
“About damn time,” I muttered, grabbing a condom of my own, opening my pants and sliding it on. “You’ve fucked her three times now and I’ve yet to be in that pussy.”
It was finally my turn. Scooping her limp body into my arms, I headed for the couch in the living room, leaving Sam to clean himself up. Hair tousled and damp with sweat, that damned skirt that was still cinched around her waist, Katie had never looked more fuckable. I could hardly wait for my turn, but first I had to make sure she knew who was in charge.
I set us both down on the couch and then pulled her so she was sprawled facedown across my lap. Her rounded bottom still bore some red marks from the spanking Sam gave her but nothing that wouldn’t fade within the hour.
“Jack!”
“My turn, sweetness. My turn to prove you belong to us.”
“By spanking me, too?”
“You love it. And it makes you focus on just me. My hand, my cock pressing into your belly. My control.”
I gave her a few light swats, then a little harder, making her yelp.
