by Vanessa Vale
“No.”
What the hell? For the first time it occurred to me that maybe her flight was just delayed. Or maybe she’d booked a later flight.
Her smile was slow and sweet. “I’m staying for good.”
Sam let out a whoop that had a guy in jeans and a camo t-shirt staring and I lifted Katie up for another kiss. When I set her back down, she looked up at us in confusion. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We came to get you,” Sam said. “Cara told us you took off.”
“If we were too late, we were ready to buy tickets to New York,” I added. I took her hand in mine. “I’m sorry, Katie. Back at the house, we were tough on you. Maybe too tough.”
She shook her head quickly. “No, you weren’t.”
Sam wouldn’t let her finish. “We were. But it was only because we wanted you to see that you love it here.”
“We knew you would never sell to that developer,” I said.
Tears welled up in her eyes and it was all I could do not to pick her up again and this time never let her go.
“Really? You knew that I would make the right decision?”
Sam scoffed. “Of course. We may not have known you for long, but we do know you.”
“There was no doubt in my mind,” I said. “We just needed you to realize how much you care about Bridgewater.”
She nodded. “I do care about Bridgewater.” Dropping her head, she peeked up at us from beneath lowered lashes. “And you. Both of you.”
Sam wrapped an arm around her shoulders and I squeezed her waist. At that moment, it all seemed to click into place—for me, at least. With Katie nestled against my side, and Sam beside her, this was where we were meant to be. This. We were a team, just the way our relatives before us had intended.
We were also making a scene. The airport wasn’t crowded but we’d been carrying on as if we were alone in a bubble and not smack dab in the middle of a public place.
“Maybe we should take this elsewhere,” Sam said. He went to grab the abandoned luggage while I entwined my hand with Katie’s and led her toward the exit.
Sam caught up to us as we were crossing the parking lot toward my truck.
“I returned my rental car,” Katie said, as if there was any doubt that she’d be coming home with us.
“We’ll have to look into getting you a car,” Sam said. “You can’t use a rental car forever.”
Forever. The word hung out there in the fresh summer air. For a second I felt sure she would bolt again. I knew that skittish colt look when I saw it. Taking a deep breath, she added, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Where does a girl go to find a used car around here?”
Just like that, the spooked look was gone. Maybe she wanted this new life after all.
We reached the truck when Katie stopped and looked up at us. “I know what I’ve been saying all along… about how much I needed that promotion and how important it was that I go back.”
I exchanged a quick look with Sam. Where was this going?
“I get it if you don’t trust me or this decision.” Her expression was so serious, it looked like she was about to break some terrible news. “But I know what I’m doing. I may have had my priorities all messed up before, but they’re clear now. I’m staying in Bridgewater, it’s where I belong.”
I grinned at Sam before turning back to her. “We know that, sweetness.”
Sam cut in. “You don’t have to apologize for not seeing it right away. You weren’t raised here and this is all new to you. We don’t expect you to adapt overnight.”
I skimmed my palm down her back and squeezed that plump ass of hers playfully. “You’ve got plenty of nights to get used to this idea.”
I wanted to tell her how I felt, to let Sam take the time to do the same, but the airport parking lot wasn’t the place to do it.
She laughed as I handed her up into the truck. When she turned to smile down at me, the rightness of it had me grinning back at her. I’d known she was the one ever since that plane ride. When she’d accidentally straddled me, everything in me had said she’s the one. I knew Sam had the same experience the moment he’d spotted her at the bar. But we’d been raised in Bridgewater so finding the one and knowing it instantly… that wasn’t a foreign concept for us. But Katie? She’d had to learn to trust her heart. And us.
I climbed up to sit beside her, my cock growing hard just thinking of all the ways we would reward her for making the right decision, to show her how we felt.
Sam took his seat on the other side of Katie after loading her luggage in the back. I saw his hand reach out and caress her bare thigh just above her knee where her skirt stopped. Yup, my cousin and I were on the same page, all right.
I’d learned my lesson about pressuring this woman, though, and wouldn’t do it again. I stroked her leg where it pressed against mine and gave it a little squeeze. “Listen, sweetness. We know that you’re the one for us and we’re pretty headstrong about it. You can take your time coming around to that realization, just as long as you don’t run off. We won’t push you again.”
Sam nodded. “We tried to throw you head first into the deep end with all this talk of being the one, didn’t we? From here on out, we promise to let you ease into the idea.”
Katie was quiet for a few moments, her eyes fixed on the sight of our hands on her thighs. She reached down and grabbed a hold of our hands and squeezed. “Thank you. Really. I appreciate that.” She turned to glance up at me and then Sam, then slid her hands up the tops of her thighs, her skirt riding up with it. I’d pulled out of the parking spot, but was still in the lot. I slammed on the brakes to watch what she was doing. I moved my hand from her leg, so did Sam. Lifting her hips, she shimmied out of her lavender and lace panties, worked them down her legs. Holding them up in the air, the delicate fabric dangled from her finger as she spread her knees wider and exposing her pussy. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather you ease me right into bed.”
Sam growled and snatched her panties, put his hand on her knee. “Good girl, Katie.”
Putting my hand on her other knee, we kept her pussy exposed as I pressed my foot to the accelerator and sped toward my ranch like the devil was on our tail.
***
CATHERINE
By the time we got to Jack’s ranch, I was on fire. It could have been the rush of adrenaline and the heady elation at seeing Sam and Jack at the airport that had me be so bold, but no. It was that they’d been right all along. Yes, they were demanding and bossy as hell, but I needed it. Wanted it. I wanted them. So when I tugged off my panties and held them out for them, it was a sign, albeit a very naughty one, that I was giving myself to them. To let them know I was submitting to them. I wanted to be between them, the rest of the world slipping away. No, going commando wasn’t going to make my problems go away, but it was a reminder that I had Jack and Sam. I wasn’t alone any more.
When Jack turned off his truck in front of his house, I was vibrating with pent up emotions. Luckily, I had my men to help me with that.
My men. I was starting to get used to the idea, slowly but surely. I’d tell them that. But for now, all I wanted was to show them.
“Jack,” I said as we walked into his house, his arm about my waist. “When exactly was it that you knew I was the one?”
His slow smile said he knew exactly where I was going with this. Falling back onto the couch, he patted his lap. “I believe you were right about here.”
Sam leaned against doorframe as he watched me as I undid the zipper on my skirt, slid it down my feet to let it fall to the floor, bare from the waist down. I straddled Jack. “Here?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.” His hands came up to grip my thighs and from where I stood I could see the thick bulge of his cock pressing against his jeans. “On that plane, all I could think about was how I wanted to shove aside your panties and pull you down to sit on my cock. But bare is better.”
I bit back a groan—who would have thought we’d had the same fantasy? I c
ouldn’t wait any longer. “Do you know what I wanted to do?”
“Show me.” His eyelids were heavy with desire as he watched me unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. He lifted his hips so I could pull his jeans down low enough to pull out that long, thick cock. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and slid it on with deft fingers.
Leaning down, I whispered in his ear. “I wanted to ride you, cowboy.”
“Now’s your chance, sweetness. Climb on and ride me dirty. Yeah, just like that.”
Settling one knee on either side of his hips, I hovered over his hard cock, then lowered myself to take him into my pussy in one quick movement. I was so wet from being open to them in the truck, the feel of him so thick and deep had me gasping for air. Jack’s growl was low and primitive and before I knew what was happening his hands came to my hips and gripped me hard. He took over, rocking his hips to pump that cock into me hard and fast.
I’d never seen Jack lose control… but I liked it. I turned my head to make sure Sam was watching. Sure enough, his dark gaze was on me and my pussy grew wetter than ever knowing he was turned on by the sight of me riding his cousin. I flicked my gaze down to his erection and licked my lips.
He didn’t need any more of a hint. “Did your fantasy include two men at the same time?”
Slowly, I shook my head and crooked my finger. “Who wants a fantasy when I can have the real thing?”
As Jack fucked me, Sam came over, stripped off my blouse and bra so I was completely bare.
Clenching down, I tortured Jack’s cock as Sam found a condom and lube, sheathed himself and then liberally coated it with lube. With slick fingers, he touched my back entrance as Jack stilled. While gentle, his touch was cold and slick and I gasped.
“Shit, hurry, Sam. I need to move.” Jack’s voice was nothing more than a growl.
Sam worked his finger carefully into me, coating me and preparing me for his cock. He would be bigger than any of the plugs we’d played with, but I knew it would be so much better.
Jack’s hands tightened on my hips and he lifted and lowered me, working me on his cock as Sam added more and more lube.
“Feel good?” Jack asked. The corner of his mouth tipped up, but I could tell he was on the brink. Neither man was one to hold back.
I nodded, licked my lips.
Sam’s finger slipped free and I felt empty, even with Jack so deep. But it wasn’t for long because Sam’s cock was nudging me, pressing in. A warm hand settled on my shoulder.
“Breathe, doll. That’s it, good girl.”
It was hard to relax, but I knew it was the only way this was going to work. I lifted my gaze to Jack’s, held it as Sam pressed forward. More and more until all at once that broad head popped inside. I gasped at the stretch, at the feel of him. Of both of them.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, trying to wiggle my hips. It was… wow. Big. Intense.
I could hear Sam’s ragged breathing as he slowly slid in and out, going deeper each time. Jack’s hands slid up my body to cup my breasts, gently pluck the nipples.
“It’s too much,” I breathed.
“Shh,” Jack crooned. “Close your eyes. Feel.”
“I’m in. Fuck, doll, you’re perfect,” Sam said.
“Yes,” I breathed. “This? Us? It’s… God, I never knew it could be like this.”
“Ready?” Jack asked.
I nodded, but I knew he was talking to Sam.
“Time to make you ours, doll.”
Sam pulled back and Jack lifted his hips, filling me. Then they alternated, Jack pulling out and Sam sliding in all the way. They kept doing that and I slumped forward onto Jack’s chest. I was the filling in a Kane boys sandwich and it was… incredible. Pinned between them, all I could do was surrender myself to the ride and trust that they would take care of me.
“Okay, sweetness?” Jack asked.
“Mmm,” I murmured.
My eyes were closed and I did as Jack said, just felt. How could I not? I was so open, so filled, so… taken. Sweat coated my skin, the dark scent of fucking filled the air. It was too much. The feelings were explosive and I came, crying out and clenching down on both of them.
Jack thrust up one last time, shouting his release. Sam gripped my shoulder, slid out and then plunged deep. He, too, came.
I couldn’t move if I tried. Not because I was skewered on two cocks, but because the orgasm had been that good. I wasn’t sure if I had any bones left.
Later, when we were all sprawled on the couch recuperating—naked, because who needed clothes?—they asked if I’d eaten. “No, but I’m not hungry. I am dirty, though.”
“No one ever doubted that,” Sam said as he gave my ass a little slap.
“Not that kind of dirty,” I laughed. “I never showered after all that cleaning this morning. And now this….” I waved a hand toward my body. I’d been used and used well. I was sticky and sweaty and lube still lingered in places that were a little sore. I was still desperately in need of a shower.
Luckily for me, Jack had a shower big enough for three. I was physically exhausted after a long day of cleaning, packing, and fucking. Not to mention the emotional exhaustion from the roller coaster of my emotions. Sam and Jack handled me like a priceless doll, helping me into the shower. I just stood there and let them pamper me—Sam in front and Jack in back as they lathered up some soap and scrubbed me down, massaging my aching muscles as they went. How had I ever thought I could walk away from this?
When I was nice and clean, they led me to Jack’s king-sized bed and settled me under the covers, nestled between them. I must have drifted off and I came to some time later to the feel of my pussy being licked.
They were both awake and had taken it upon themselves to wake me up nice and slow. Jack’s lips were on my breasts, his fingers gave one nipple a little pinch as he sucked the other into his mouth and tugged. They must have heard my sharp inhale because I heard Sam’s low laugh from between my parted thighs where his tongue teased the folds of my pussy, so lightly it could only be described as torture.
He flicked out his tongue to lick my clit. “You want more of that?”
I answered with a moan and Jack responded by sucking harder on my nipple. Sam waited until I was begging before he gave me what I really wanted. Sliding up, he pushed his cock into my throbbing pussy, filling me up like he knew I needed. His strokes were devastatingly slow and shallow, and I whimpered for more, faster.
“You want me to make you come, doll?”
Yes! God, yes. I needed it.
“You want Jack to help?”
I nodded my head, or at least I tried to but ended up thrashing it back and forth as I grabbed Sam’s ass, urging him to give me more.
“Easy, doll. We’ll give you what you need. Tonight.”
“Every night,” Jack added, cupping my breast. “You’re ours, sweetness.”
And oh, did they take care of me. Over and over and over again. Later, we fell asleep like that, with me nestled in the middle.
Exactly where I belonged.
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Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don't just fall in love, they fall hard. When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she's not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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VANESSA VALE BOOKS
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br /> MMA Fighter Romance Series
Fight For Her
Hard To Fight
Perfect Fight
Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Series
A Wanton Woman
A Wild Woman
A Wicked Woman
Bridgewater Menage Series
Their Runaway Bride
Their Kidnapped Bride
Their Wayward Bride
Their Captivated Bride
Their Treasured Bride
Their Christmas Bride
Their Reluctant Bride
Their Stolen Bride
Their Brazen Bride
Wildflowers Of Montana Series
Rose
Hyacinth
Dahlia
Daisy
Lily
Montana Maidens Series
Claiming Catherine
Taming Tessa
Dominating Devney
Submitting Sarah
Montana Men Series
The Lawman
The Cowboy
The Outlaw
Western Widows
Sweet Justice
Mine To Take
Relentless
Fight For Her
Sleepless Night
Man Candy
The Alien's Mate: Cowgirls and Aliens
