by Eileen Green
They kissed for another minute, Tanner reveling in the feel of Blair’s hand as moved down toward his waistband. Once she began to undo the button of his jeans, he broke the kiss. “Oh my gawd, Blair. You’re driving me nuts.”
“No,” she said, her voice breathy and low. “I’m going to be sucking on your nuts soon.”
Brock chuckled before he turned her head and captured her lips. Tanner slid his hands to the zipper of Blair’s parka and began to lower it. When he reached the bottom, he practically yanked the jacket off her body. He pulled her hat off her head and combed his fingers through her luscious hair.
The gray she had in her hair marked her maturity, something he didn’t mind, but he loved her hair. It shone in the sunshine and felt like silk between his fingers. Whether she wore it up or down, it looked great on her.
Her T-shirt was tight as he slipped his free hand up between it and her side. Satiny warm skin met his hand as he slid it up to the band of her bra.
She moved slightly so that his hand was nearly over her breast. With the tip of his middle finger he touched her hardened nipple, which was pressing against the material that was covering it.
Tanner groaned as he realized that she wasn’t wearing the sexy lacy bras she used to wear. It felt as if it was a simple item, and he had to wonder if she was struggling financially.
Releasing her hair, he raised her T-shirt up her body with both his hands. She pulled away from the kiss with Brock, and Tanner took that moment to yank it up over her head. He placed a kiss on the side of her neck before murmuring, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, sugar.”
He stood and helped Blair stand, and made his way to Brock’s bedroom. Blair was following right behind him since he had her hand, and Brock was right behind them. Brock’s room was the cleanest, so that’s why he had chosen it. Tanner wasn’t a slob, just a bit messy.
Brock turned the light on as Tanner pulled the bedding down. He turned to look at Blair, who was standing at the end of the bed in her blue jeans and her white bra that covered nearly both breasts.
She still looked fucking sexy as hell, and his cock was so hard for wanting her.
“Sugar, you are still the most beautiful woman in the world,” Tanner said as stepped up to her. “I love you so much.”
* * * *
Blair smiled as Tanner spoke and Brock slid his hands around her waist from where he stood behind her. Her nipples were tight nubs within the bra she used to keep her breasts from sagging any further than they already were. Cream leaked from her cunt, something that hadn’t happened in twenty-some-odd years.
Her jeans were tight and rubbing against her clit, encouraging it to harden further. It was throbbing, wanting attention.
Standing taller, Blair reached for Brock’s hand and then Tanner’s. She pulled them around until they stood next to each other. Bulges were predominant in their jeans.
Their eyes were wide with wonderment as they perused her body. Her need for them was major, and she wasn’t going to waste another minute.
“I need you both, right now. Will you please make love to me?” she asked, hoping her voice didn’t sound so needy.
Brock was on his knees before her, kissing her stomach as he undid the button and zipper of her jeans. Tanner moved around and unhooked her bra. He slid the straps over her shoulders and then down her arms until the garment fell from her body. She had to giggle because it landed on top of Brock’s head, the cups making him look like he had animal ears.
He reached up and knocked it off his head before he hooked his fingers in the waistband and began to pull her jeans and her panties down. Brock took his time skimming the denim down over her hips and then her thighs. As the material pooled at her feet, he let his hands slide up the outsides of her thighs as he pressed kisses on the insides of her thighs. Hard calluses paired with warm lips were kindling the fire that had begun to burn within her pussy.
Heat was building throughout her entire body as her nipples were being pinched and pulled by Tanner. She loved a bit of pain from her boobs while making love, and she had missed this so much.
One hand she wrapped around the back of Brock’s head, and let her fingers feel the strands of his short auburn hair with its red highlights. She was hoping to guide his mouth to where she wanted it now, but Brock fought it. He was taking his own sweet time.
With her other hand, she reached behind her. Rough denim met her fingers as she found Tanner’s bulge, drawing a groan from him. “It seems like someone is as anxious as I am,” she teased.
Tanner leaned down until his mouth was next to her ear. Hot breath caressed her ear when he whispered, “I want you so much, Blair, that it hurts.”
He licked the shell of her ear, sending chills through her body.
Brock’s cold nose pressed through her folds, followed by his mouth. Rearranging herself, she shifted so she could stand with her legs apart. Soon, she could feel a tongue lick her from her pussy opening to her clit. Another chill ran through her body as she grabbed more of his hair.
Moving one of his hands from her thighs to her pussy, Brock pressed two of them into her. Her cunt spread for him as he plunged them deep. He slid his mouth up until it enclosed over her clit, and he sucked on it.
“Oh, my…” She couldn’t finish the words for Tanner had turned her head and covered her mouth.
His tongue fought hers for control while his fingers continued to play with her nipples. Brock was finger fucking her as he sucked her clit. The familiar feelings of sexual satisfaction were building at a rapid speed, taking her higher and higher. The spring within her was tightening so quickly that it amazed her how much her body needed this. Needed these men.
That spring snapped, and she went flying. She felt as if she was floating high above the ground on the winds of her orgasm. Her senses left her as her heart pounded in her chest. Deep short breaths came from her lungs. Every nerve felt as if electricity coursed through her.
Slowly, she floated down off her climactic high. Sound began to seep back as did her vision. She felt different than before and realized she was lying on the bed, one man on each side of her.
Blinking, she glanced at each man. She found she had been out of it long enough for them to have stripped out of their clothes.
Although they were brothers, their bodies had some differences. Brock was much more muscular than Tanner, his strength in his chest, shoulders, and arms. Tanner’s was in his legs and back, even though he was still muscular up top.
They both sported six packs with those magnificent muscles that pointed down to their groins. Of course, their cocks were works of art. Long and thick, but different.
Brock’s was longer with a slight outward curve near the head, which was amazing when he was inside her. It naturally struck that sweet spot on the top of her walls, and he didn’t have to shift a certain way to do so. His balls were heavy as they hung down from the thick patch of dark brown hair he kept trim.
His brother’s cock was slightly shorter, but it was wider. He could fill her up so much that she thought she would burst. When the two would fuck her at the same time, she felt as if they were going to rip her open. But it was a fantastic feeling.
Tanner’s thatch of hair was a lighter brown, and his sac was tighter and held higher than Brock’s.
Both men had sexy masculine legs. Sparse hair was sprinkled on their thighs and calves, a contrast to their chests, which were both a bit furrier.
Throughout her adult life, Blair had seen men with their chests shaved for whatever reason. There were even men who shaved their legs. That was so unnatural. She liked her men to be a bit on the teddy bear side.
Yes, she read. She read a lot of erotica and had learned the term from her favorite authors. Thinking she was going to be alone for the rest of her life, she needed some kind of outlet, so books were where she was able to live out her fantasies.
Tanner propped himself up on one elbow so that he was facing her from his side. “Did you like that, suga
r?” he asked, a wicked smile on his lips.
“You know I did,” she said, her voice low and gravelly. “Now, can someone make love to me, please?”
“We’re going back to the beginning, Blair,” Brock said as he shifted until he was between her legs. “It’s been a while for you, so we’ll need to build you up again until we can love you at the same time. But right now, I’m going to love on you.” He cleared his throat. “You said you haven’t…I mean, it seems none of us have been with anyone in a long time. Will you let us make love without anything between us?”
Blair was touched that they would be concerned about her comfort after all this time, and that Brock was embarrassed about asking if they needed to use protection. Her heart opened fully to them in that instance, knowing they were committed to this.
She raised a hand and made a come here motion with a finger toward Brock. When he moved to loom over her, she felt his hard, hot length between her folds. It throbbed against her clit, sending currents shooting through her again.
“I need to feel you come inside me, Brock. You can’t hold back, and I want to make love to both of you at the same time as soon as possible. I love you. And, too much time has gone by. I don’t want to waste any more time.”
If she wasn’t mistaken, Blair saw some moisture in Brock’s eyes at her words. She knew how she felt all these years, but she couldn’t fathom how they felt.
A thought ran through her mind. Were they just wanting to play, or did they really wish to rekindle the relationship they had back when she was Martha? If they were serious, would they desire kids?
“Are you on any birth control?” Tanner asked.
Well, there went that thought.
A touch of sadness hit her, for she didn’t see any reason to wait. “No. No, I’m not.”
“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll go along with whatever you want, sugar, but you have to make sure you can deal with the aftereffects should any arise.” Tanner was looking down at her, concern written on his face.
“But know this, Blair,” Brock began. “We’re not letting you go. If for some reason the plans don’t go as we want it to, we will be going with you.”
How do these guys know how to say the right things?
Reaching up, Blair wrapped her arms around Brock’s neck and pulled him down to her. “Fuck me,” she demanded before she covered his mouth with hers.
Brock kissed her back with a passion she had missed. When he pulled out of the kiss a minute later, he positioned the tip of his dick at her opening. He pushed himself up on his arms before he drove in slowly, as if letting her get used to him, until he was balls deep within her.
A sigh escaped her at the feeling of finally having one of her men inside her. Unable to be still, she began to work her hips, hoping Brock would take the hint.
Tanner leaned in and captured her mouth with his. He used his tongue expertly to fuck her mouth. Brock was thrusting in and out of her, the head of his cock finding her special spot each time he moved in her.
Over and over, Brock fucked her. Higher and higher, she climbed up the orgasmic mountain. When he propped himself up on one arm and moved his other hand between him and her, she knew it wouldn’t take much to snap. He slid his thumb and finger on both sides of her clit, and when she felt as if she was at the precipice, he pinched the hard bud, sending her spiraling on a climactic free fall.
Electricity shot out to all her limbs as her breath left her. Dark patches dotted her vision while white noise filled her ears. She rode the erotic feelings until everything faded away.
* * * *
Tanner watched Blair with concern. She had been busy all day cleaning for Gina and then cooking dinner. He had to hope he and Brock didn’t wear her out. He knew he could wait until tomorrow if need be.
Brock had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Tanner was content in watching their woman sleep.
When Brock climbed back into bed, he looked at Tanner and smiled. “I can’t believe we have her back in our lives, and she feels just the same as before.”
“Losing this battle is not an option, Brock. We’re not going to lose her again, and we’re not moving away from here.” Tanner was adamant about what he had said. Blair was not going to be on the run anymore.
Blair moved before opening her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled. “I hope you are right, baby. I like it here in Polson.”
“Are you ready for more, sugar, or do you need to wait?” he asked, still looking down at her. “I can wait if I need to.”
She moved in a flash and was climbing on top of him. Her hot, moist snatch was surrounding him, rubbing on him when she shifted slightly.
“Oh, you want to play cowgirl?” he asked playfully.
This was a favorite of his. He was kind of a breast man, and this position gave him the ability to play with hers while she rode him.
Rising on her knees, she reached between them and grasped his cock. It was hard and hot, and so ready to be used. Sliding the tip of him through her slit to cover it with some of her juices, she glided it across her clit. Currents rushed through his body.
Blair’s skin was pink with a fine sheen of perspiration on her. The way her breathing was hitching, he didn’t think it was going to take long for her to explode again.
She positioned the tip of him at her opening and then sank down on his prick. He filled her as she took all of him.
Her insides quivered as she flexed her muscles around him, stimulating him even further. He had to hope he wasn’t going to blow his wad too soon.
Leaning up, he clamped his mouth around one of her large brownish-coral-colored nipples, which were hard, the areolas crinkled. Tanner drew it into his mouth and suckled the nub as he ran his tongue over it repeatedly. He glided his free hand to her other nipple and began to rub it between his finger and thumb, the actions drawing moans from her as she tossed her head back.
With her hair being long, when she sat on him and had her head back, the tips of it tickled his thighs, which added to the sensations that were already coursing through his body.
He savored the time he could spend lavishing her body with his, but he could tell she was getting restless. Her moans were getting louder, and her hips were gyrating on his. Releasing her nipple with a resounding pop, he moved his hands down to her hips, not wanting to break contact yet, ceding control over to Blair.
She leaned over slightly and rested her palms on his chest. Rising until just the tip of him remained inside her, she dropped back down, drawing a groan from him.
Repeatedly, she rose and fell, with a slight twist as she rubbed her clit on his pubic bone. The familiar tingling began in his back as he moved his hands up to grasp her around her waist. He shifted so that he raised his legs behind her. Her ass was resting against his legs as he used all his strength to raise her up, and then he let her drop down around him.
Both were panting. Blair’s head fell back as she moved up and down his dick. Her walls were clutching at him as if trying to hold him in.
The ball of heat moved from his back down to his balls. He needed her on the same page as him, so he blurted out, “Play with yourself, sugar. I’m close.”
Blair moved her hand down between them and began to rub at her clit. Her muscles began to flutter around him. White-hot lava shot up his shaft, and as his spume left him to bathe her insides, her cunt clutched him tight like a vise. Blair screamed out her climax as he shouted his own.
Jet after jet left him, draining him of his strength. He pulled her down to him. She lay upon him as her body went lax. When he finally stopped filling her, he remained still, reveling in the feel of having his woman back in his life.
Chapter Eight
“Idiots!” she screamed. “What good are your connections if you can’t find one woman?”
“It’s not that easy, senorita,” one man said, uncertainty in his voice as he looked anywhere but at her.
Catalina knew that all of her father’s men were skeptical of her abiliti
es, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. “There are people who can be bought off. Everyone has a price,” she pointed out to the four lieutenants who were sitting in her sperm donor’s office.
They were all looking at her as if she were crazy when they did look at her. Their doubt in her ability to lead was written on their faces.
Looking at them from across the oversized desk that her father had used probably since he had built his empire, she could see their loathing at being given orders by her. She had to wonder if it was because she was a woman, or because she was Perez’s bastard daughter.
It didn’t matter at this point. Catalina wasn’t going to fail. She was tired of being poor. Tired of being looked down upon as a second-class citizen while her father lived here in this mansion and flaunted his wealth.
There was a box of Cuban cigars on the desk that sat behind a large gold lighter. Bottles of vintage whiskey sat in the oak cabinet along with crystal glasses. Expensive artwork hung on the thick stucco walls that kept the house cool from the tropical heat. Of course, some of the artwork was probably stolen.
Silk sheets made up every bed, except her father’s at the moment. Knickknacks of various precious metals and jewels sat on surfaces in every room, and he had a state-of-the-art kitchen to feed the hordes of guests and dignitaries who came to kiss his ass.
Juan Perez’s specialty was the drug trade, but he dabbled in theft, prostitution, racketeering, and money laundering. He was a well-rounded drug lord.
Four lieutenants sat before her, but there had been six who worked to make sure his orders got followed and helped to protect him. The two missing ones were now pushing up daisies as the Americans would say. They had stood up to her and tried to remove her from the house with force. Although they carried pistols in holsters on their hips and had AK-47s hanging from their backs from straps that wrapped around their chests, the two men she had personally hired were quick to take them down.
