Taking possession of her waist, Dillon lifted her from Dono and Dash’s hold, then slowly swung his Kylie before him. “Can you stand, little darlin’? Or should I carry you out of the shower?”
“So macho,” she intimately sang to him. “Maybe, I better see if my feet still work.”
Dillon grinned, feeling ridiculously giddy. Once he lowered her, he wrapped his arm around his wife and tucked her close.
“Ooooh, my feet are all tingly. I think all the blood went elsewhere.”
His Kylie minced beside him, staying on her toes for a bit.
“I’ll get the towels ready.” Dash walked backward, his gaze riveted on their wife.
“Your eyes look bright as Christmas bulbs,” Dono ribbed Dash.
“Like you’re not looking with those jewelry store emeralds of yours.”
Whipping around, Dash slid, nearly losing this footing. Dono snaked out his arm and grabbed hold of Dash’s upper arm. “All we need is you cracking that thick noggin of yours, brother.”
“You’d miss my cookin’, wouldn’t you?” Dash crooned in a falsetto imitation of a woman’s voice.
Dono let go of Dash, clapping him on the back. “Damn betcha, brother.”
“I’d miss your cooking.” Kylie’s shy, yet vibrant voice had them all halting to look upon her.
“Why thank you, honey lamb.” Dash’s tender expression said it all.
“Come on.” Dono turned off the shower heads. “Let’s get those towels. We don’t want our wife to get a chill.”
“Hard to get a chill around all of you hunk-tastic, jalapeno-hot husbands.”
Again, her tone was shy, yet Dillon could tell by their immediate gazes at one another, they all recognized she’d taken the first step to accept them as her husbands. Now it became a careful matter of handling her with such ecstatic passion, she bonded with all of them as equally as possible.
“Let’s get you dry and keep you warm.” Dillon relinquished his hold on her as Dash approached with one of their enormous white terry towels.
“Your towel awaits, princess,” Dash gallantly intoned. Enfolding her completely, so only her head could be seen, he wrapped his body around her and hugged her dry.
“What about your feet?” Dono seized her, whirling her out of Dash’s hold.
The towel sailed around her like an odd gown. Dono carried Kylie to the bench and seated her. After making certain, she’d been fully covered, he sank down on one knee before her. Picking up her foot, he tenderly rubbed it dry.
Dillon couldn’t see his brother’s expression, but he figured Dono was as besotted as he felt. Plucking up a smaller towel, Dillon sauntered toward Kylie. He and Dash lowered themselves on either side of her at the same time.
Angling himself, Dillon focused on squeezing the water from ends of her hair. He watched Dash ease her arm from beneath the towel and pat her skin dry.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satiated,” she uttered, softer than the touch of a feather.
Chapter Thirty-One
Brand Above Her Red-Hot Curls
Kylie basked in the sensations of being dried off by three men who obviously knew how to take care of a woman, or tend to a woman in their parlance.
Good grief, already she absorbed their culture. Course, there were all those western TV shows and movies she’d grown up on.
Not only did her body surrender to the Vega brothers, but Kylie allowed herself to surrender. Right now, she felt all glowy inside, and so inebriated by all the pleasure she’d experienced, the thought of being branded didn’t faze her. Not yet.
Awakening, the word surfaced, then streamed through her mind as her cowboys continued tenderly patting her dry. Hell, she’d never felt awakened before.
Certainly, not like all those virgin heroines, who were always awakened to their full womanhood by the man who fell in love with them. Kylie had spent hours reading her mother’s old romance novels as a young teenager. It had been a nasty disappointment to discover that wasn’t how sex worked, let alone love.
At least, not for her. And not for her friends.
“You’re almost dry,” Dash crowed.
His enthusiasm tripped her heart for him.
“Why don’t you three super sexy, handsome cowboys go dry yourselves?”
Rising, they each took turns kissing her cheek, and Kylie decided every cell of her body smiled. She watched them grab towels off the nearby rack, their bodies still glistening with water. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she appreciated her own corral of naked studs.
What a dream come true. One I never knew I dreamed. Shi…shoot.
Dono and Dash put on a show for her while Dillon was all man, wiping his body off efficiently. Unabashedly, Kylie stared at each one, savoring the differences and similarities in their he-man physiques.
Hugging her knees, she relished how incredibly good she felt all over. Yes, definitely, most beautifully, her body had been awakened sexually. She still glowed inside, and her smile wouldn’t let up.
If only…
Kylie wiggled her toes, trying to squelch her apprehension and the part of her that rebelled against being branded two more times. She wanted to hang onto this inner gleam. She wanted to continue living this new type of happiness.
Yet, reality, like the effing bastard it often was, intruded and attempted to rule her thoughts. Kylie shook her mostly dry hair, the sensual sensation doing little to distract her from what occurred next.
Dono directly gazed at her first, his concern shadowing his eyes. “Kylie, my beauty.” Stepping toward her, he presented his palm in an inviting way and appeared gallant despite his nudity.
Quivering inside, Kylie rocked herself forward and let the towel fall away. She willed herself to take his hand. Raising her arm, a pathetic effort, she met his intense gaze. Dono wanted this with a raw ferocity that glittered the depths of his eyes.
Partly mesmerized, Kylie felt her palm softly land on his. He clasped her hand firmly, and she couldn’t help thinking, in that instant, he looked like a fantasy sorcerer, compelling, handsome, and from another realm.
Dono didn’t pull her to her feet. Instead, he leaned down, sweeping his arm around her and bringing her against his body as if they were about to dance. In another seamless movement, he slid his arm beneath her legs and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.
“I’ve always wanted to carry my wife this way.”
Kylie went deliciously weak inside from his words as much as from the purring timbre of his voice. “Dono, Donovan, I think you must be magical. At least, I feel like you’ve put me beneath a spell.”
Raising her higher, he bent his head and caught her lips in a deeply sumptuous kiss. The pressure and movement of his mouth on hers held her in thrall until he parted their lips. Pivoting around with her, he strode toward Dillon and Dash.
They stood, framed by the large doorway. Kylie swore a tide of testosterone enveloped her as Dono carried her into the have-sex room. She knew Dillon and Dash followed, hearing their barefoot strides behind them.
Amber light illuminated an enormous platform bed that appeared to be covered with a rich leather bedspread. Kylie swallowed, her heart tripping rapidly.
As Dillon and Dash came into view, she stared, stunned. They looked like a magnificent painting, the muscled contours of their bodies rinsed in gold. Kylie burned their images into her memory.
With reverence, Dono placed her on the edge of the bed. The incomparable supple texture of the leather made her feel even more sensually aroused and she felt her eyelids slip to half-mast
All of them moved before her, their gazes so dark and smoldering Kylie wondered why she didn’t simply burst into flames. “Towering flames of desire,” she murmured, thinking she might have read that phrase in one of her romance novels.
“You, or us?” Dash raised his brows.
The longer he looked at her, the more boldly sculpted his boyish features became.
Kylie leaned back on her elbows a
nd let her gaze travel from one Vega brother to the other. What woman wouldn’t feel like a seductress in this circumstance? Yet, a frisson of fear wriggled nastily through her middle.
The thought began as a fragile thing inside her, and that’s how she voiced it. “Tie me.” All three of them tensed, their gazes questioning. “Tie me up…however you want. It’s…it’s the only way I can…I can do this.”
Three pairs of eyes glittered. For long moments, they ravished her with their gazes, each one considering her words. Dillon moved first, disappearing from her view.
Dono launched onto the bed with the lithe power of a panther. A split second later, he’d captured her wrists behind her back and brought her between his legs.
At the same time, Dash lowered to his haunches, his hands taking possession of her ankles. “Woowee, little Kylie, if you ain’t the most invitin’ woman a man could ever look at.”
“From this angle?” she blurted out, since Dash’s gaze followed her thighs to her sex curls and stopped.
“I have a yen to excite that sweet rose of yours.” Dono’s dark rich purr entered her ear. “Kylie, I’m about to stroke and pluck all your petals.”
Her whimper trembled through her before it passed between her lips, and she undulated in anticipation. “You’re making me wet already.”
Dono wound a soft strip of leather around her wrists, his expertise obvious. Kylie moaned, excitement skittering over every inch of her skin. Who knew she could be so hotly aroused in such a short time, and in this way.
“I can’t wait to handle that beautiful mound of yours.” Dono smoothed his hands up her arms in a long caress. “Dash, why don’t you and Dillon put our wife’s carnal rose on display for me?”
Kylie melted into a pool of flame, her eyelids closing as if weights had been attached to them. Her pussy sweltered unbelievably and her clit jerked, itching for attention. “Dono.” His name was a desperate plea.
Dillon and Dash tenderly claimed her ankles, lifting her knees so they bent naturally, and her thighs winged open. Her clit hitched again, stronger this time, and Kylie felt her moisture drip. “Oh, please.”
Dono’s palms touched her thighs, shaping them as if time belonged to him. Delicious sensations danced over her skin yet did nothing to ease the sodden burning need of her sex.
Straining against the leather binding her wrists, against Dillon and Dash’s possessive hold on her ankles, Kylie arched as much as she could. With her breasts thrust high, her nipples felt exposed and so wanton, she moaned with uninhibited pleasure.
“That’s it. That’s what I want, darlin’. I want your body to belong to me, to what I’m doing to you.”
Dono slid his palm over her mound and cupped. Kylie had never wanted a man’s hand on her sex more. Even the shape of his hand felt perfect, more than perfect. A wave of ecstasy sliced upward, tightening her nipples.
Kylie felt him savor her beneath his palm. Dono was the type of man who thoroughly enjoyed a woman. His every touch made her feel utterly desired and wanted simply because she was his woman. His wife.
Kylie shuddered as he pressed a long caress over her pussy, then gripped her entire flesh. She tried to stroke her sex against his hand.
“Not yet,” Dono growled. “Feel, Kylie, feel what I do to you.”
Withdrawing his palm, he teased her inner thighs with his fingertips, circling a seduction that felt sublime. He glided his fingertips onto her mound, then sensually pushed them through her curls, toward her slit. Several times.
Kylie’s focus remained on what Dono’s fingers did to her and how his body embraced her, especially the roped strength of his arms.
Brushing his fingerpads along the seam of her sex, he also opened the first folds of her pussy using is other hand. Kylie sizzled with sensations she’d never experienced before, even in attending to her own pleasure. Her hips lunged upward, restrained by the press Dillon’s and Dash’s hands on her knees.
“So beautiful. I smell your rose’s hot perfume.” Dono slid one finger up and down the center of her sex at a languid pace.
Kylie writhed with desire, her insides transformed to passionate steam.
“Beautiful,” Dash echoed. “She’s dewed as a foggy mornin’. Give her some more, brother.”
Moaning at his words, Kylie widened her thighs as far as she could. “Yes.”
Dono slipped the length of his finger deeper inside her folds and continued stroking her toward mindless bliss. Gradually, he possessed more of her pussy until his fingertip dipped below the rim of her sex channel and he teased the bulb of her clit each time.
“Dono.” Kylie rocked her hips, desperate with pleasure. Even the luxurious texture of the leather bedspread on her butt, her back, on her bound hands heightened her ecstasy.
Soon he fondled her with two fingers. Her hidden folds had never known such intimate attention, let alone the wicked shards of pleasure he caused with his knowing finesse. When three of his fingers cleverly caressed over every nook and cranny of her, Kylie loosed a small scream. More euphoric wildness ripped up her belly and made her nipples feel delectably torrid.
Immediately, Dono plunged his forefinger inside her sheath, smoothly pumping in and out. Kylie’s rim convulsed, and she squeezed his finger as waves of heated bliss owned her flesh.
“Damn,” Dash rasped. “Look at her puckered teats. Her rose sure wants your pollinatin’. When are you gonna tend to her bud? It’s big and beggin’ for your special touch.”
Dono gently rubbed his thumbpad against the tip of her clit as he continued thrusting inside her. Kylie stilled, the excruciating pleasure almost too much to bear.
“Brothers, pry her sweet rose apart for me so I can tend to her bud better. Besides, I want a better look at her red petals.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Another surge of heat blazed over her flesh, and she felt Dillon and Dash tenderly place their fingers on her sex lips, pulling her open for Dono.
Had she ever felt more abandoned during lovemaking? Answer, no. It was sheer fierce ecstasy. No, nothing tame about it.
Kylie tilted her hips, pressing against Dono’s penetrating finger. Aware Dillon and Dash watched what Dono did to her added to her raging excitement. When he slid his forefinger from her sex rim, she jerked. Deftly, he gripped her clit, then plucked.
He didn’t stop. And Kylie didn’t stop feeling as if bliss blasted her apart. Her orgasm streamed out of her, a tumultuous river, fast with storm rains.
All she could do was feel.
Feel the rapture continue to spill out of her.
Feel Dono wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly.
Feel Dillon and Dash as they let go of her pussy, then let go of her knees and ankles.
Kylie glided somewhere for a time, mindless.
“Now,” she heard Dillon say.
Hands gently stroked over her thighs, and her legs were brought together. Another wide strip of soft leather bound her ankles.
Oh God. Shit. It’s happening. I’m being branded.
“Kylie, wife.” Dash’s low adoring voice called to her. “You belong to me. To all of us.”
Panic slithered a path up her belly, even though the brand on her wrist hadn’t hurt much. Kylie realized she feared the unknown. Them, the three hunk-gorgeous Vega brothers, they remained an unknown to her. Though, she’d been awesomely impressed by the way they’d treated her, so far, she had no idea what a lifetime would be like with them.
Her eyelids slipped open despite her wish to stay in orgasm-land. Dash looked like he starred in her fantasy as he caressed her knees, then flowed his palms upward. Damn, if they didn’t all possess “bedroom” hands. His gaze, as he met hers, glowed so hot her eyes should have blistered.
“I’m gonna taste those fiery curls of yours, honey.”
Lowering his head, Dash nuzzled her mound. He embraced her hips with his hands while his thumbs brushed her sensitive skin. Pinpoints of ecstasy traveled up her belly from where his nose pressed in the
center of her feminine triangle.
“Dash.” His name passed between her lips as if it had come straight from her soul.
Softly, his kisses rained down on her mound. All Kylie could do was succumb to the bloom of another small orgasm, then sob with pleasure as his mouth placed kiss after kiss on her swollen pussy flesh.
Utterly helpless, she could do nothing when Dash raised his head, except languish in the orgasmic high of her own body.
“Ready,” she heard Dillon’s low rumble.
All Kylie could muster was a tiny frisson of resistance in the pit of her stomach.
Dash’s strong fingers smoothed her curls from her belly. “Kylie, honey, it’s gonna be okay. I promise.”
As she felt Dash carefully place the branding device above her mound, then press, Kylie squeezed her eyelids tight. The small sting didn’t faze her. Knowing she’d been branded as theirs, like an effing cow, did.
Okay, granted the culture here was different. Still…
“Ain’t that the purtiest picture you’ve ever seen? Our wife with our brand above her red-hot curls?”
Dash’s unbounded enthusiasm infected Kylie, so she knew Dillon and Dono had to be feeling it, also.
“Prettiest picture I’ve ever seen.” Dono cupped her breasts and fondled, his excitement obvious in the lustful way he handled her.
“Nothin’ prettier.” Dillon’s smoky voice was pure passion.
Kylie quivered inside, a part of her reveling in their praise.
Suddenly, arousal struck her clit like a bolt of lightning. “Sex!” she screamed in a whisper.
Never had she felt this instantaneous need for a cock plunging in and out of her. It was if her sheath pleaded and demanded, both. Desperately, she squirmed. What the hell had been in that brand? “Rider up. P-l-e-a-s-e.”
“Dash, give me her legs.” Dono’s large tapered hands swept up her outer thighs, then over her calves as Dash lifted her legs toward him.
Quickly positioning her bound ankles before his face, Dono manacled her ankles in one hand. His palm caressed her ass soothingly. “Looks like your breeding flesh is up to the task. Get your legs braced and mount up, Dash.”
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