by Lara Jones
“You guys didn’t answer my questions.” Isabel cleared her throat nervously and wet her lips. “How is this going to work?”
Clay rested his head on one hand while the other smoothed up and down her midsection, getting close but not touching the parts of her body she was begging for. “We’re going to make you feel good. That’s all you need to know.”
Isabel turned restless and achy with a height of passion she’d never experienced before. Her breathing turned ragged with need.
“At any time you feel overwhelmed or frightened, say stop.” Clay’s eyes turned molten, and his body tightened with his hunger for her. “Just relax, Isabel, and let us love you.”
Isabel gasped as hard, rough hands slid slowly up her thighs before grasping her jeans and pulling them and her panties off, dropping them to the floor. All that was left was the tangled bra around her shoulder.
“This has to go.” Clay slipped the bra from underneath her, leaving her completely and utterly naked.
Royce’s hard hands slid up her thighs again, but this time there was no barrier of clothing between them. Her eyes flew to Royce’s as his touch deepened, sliding through her nest of pubic hair before a long blunt finger slid slowly into her.
Her back arched off the mattress, but she was quickly subdued with Clay’s hand on her stomach. Her hands reached for Royce.
“No, baby.” Royce kneeled, caught her hands, and gritted his teeth. “Clay, hold her. I’m way to close to the edge. If she touches me, I’ll lose it.”
Clay murmured softly to her as he brought her arms above her head and pinned them to the bed with one hand shackled around her wrists. “It’s okay, Isabel. Just feel what Royce is doing to you.” He smiled at her deep groan. “Is he stretching you? He only has one finger in. Can you imagine what it’s going to feel like with our cocks in you?”
Isabel’s head thrashed back and forth. “Please…”
“Please what, honey?” Clay murmured against her breast before sucking strongly on her nipple.
“Stop playing. One of you, please fuck me.”
Royce chuckled as he pulled his finger out and added another one and pushed in. “We will when we’re ready. But we’re not done playing or tasting you yet.”
Clay raised his head and watched the expressions flying across her face as Royce lowered his head to her pussy.
Royce took a second to look at her before sticking his tongue out and sliding it through her drenched wet pussy lips to press firmly down on her clit.
Isabel screamed, and her body froze, then arched as a wave of intense, heated agony raced through her as she came. Her fingers clutched at Clay’s grasp as he held her hands above her head. Her legs shook as Royce held them apart for his assault on her senses.
Royce continued to ride her orgasm through until she collapsed back to the mattress. He took a step back and looked down at her. The emotions going through him at that moment tightened his chest and made his eyes burn. His love for this woman was more than he ever thought possible. He glanced at his brother and saw the same look of wonder on his face as he stared down at her.
Royce lifted her and placed her in the middle of the bed before crawling up and between her legs. Clay handed him a condom that he quickly donned on his aching cock. “Isabel, open your eyes.”
Clay chuckled at the stunned disbelief that glazed her eyes. “I think she thought we were done.”
Royce snorted. “Not by a long shot. Honey, we’ve only just begun.”
Clay sat up against the headboard, moved her in front of him, enclosed her between his thighs, and held her against his chest as his brother raised her hips. His hands slid over her sweat-moistened body, one landed on a breast, and the other cupped her head and turned her, taking her lips in a drugging kiss.
“Hold her, Clay.” Royce slid the head of his cock through the sweet cream that ran from her pussy before pushing in, stopping every so often when her body tightened in distress. “Baby, you’re doing so good. Look, do you see how much your body wants my cock? Your body is trying to suck my cock in.”
Isabel moaned. Her hands clutched at Clay’s heavy arm that lay across her stomach, holding her steady for his brother’s invasion into her body.
“Keep your eyes on me, honey.” A guttural moan escaped Royce as he pushed forward until his length was buried inside her, touching her womb. “Jesus. Clay, I’ve never felt anything more perfect in my life.”
Isabel watched the muscle on the side of Royce’s jaw tick, and his eyes narrow on her, burning her with the intense, heated emotion. Then her body tightened, making her sight turn hazy and her breath catch in her throat. “Oh, god. Royce, make it stop. It’s too much.”
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he began to move inside of her. “No. It’s not enough. Come for me.”
Isabel’s head thrashed against Clay’s chest, and she tried pulling her hands from the grip Clay had on them.
“Clay, touch that clit and help her. She’s trying to pull away from me, and I won’t have it.”
Clay chuckled as he slid a hand down her midsection, speared a finger between her sodden lips to press and tease her swollen clit.
Isabel’s breath caught in her throat. A tidal wave of pleasure raced through her, tightening her womb into something close to but not quite pain, before exploding. A scream tore from her as her body bowed off the mattress.
Royce swore and tightened his grip on her thighs as he surged into her, dragging out both his and her orgasms.
Clay’s arm gathered her closer to his chest as she went limp. “That was so good.” His lips slid from her temple, past her jaw to her neck, sucking and licking the sweat from her body. Clay looked toward his brother. He’d never seen him visibly shake after an orgasm or have the look of pure bliss on his face before.
Royce leaned down and took her lips in a drugging kiss that left them both gasping. He moved back and gently pulled out of her before moving off the bed, making sure her legs were comfortable.
Isabel moaned as Clay lifted her and moved out from behind her. Her breath skipped as he donned his own condom. A gasp escaped when he laid his heavy weight between her thighs, and he used his arms on the bed on either side of her shoulders to keep some weight off her.
“Isabel, look at me,” Clay grunted at the dazed euphoria. “Can you take me?”
Isabel wrapped her heavy arms around his neck. “Yes, I think so.”
Clay slid a hand in between them, spearing one finger into her as he watched her face. He relaxed when she didn’t flinch and tightened further on him, and he felt a fresh wave of her sweet cream. He moved his hand between them until the head of his cock was at her entrance.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you as I take you for the first time.” Just when her eyes slid open, he entered her with one strong thrust, making deafening moans burst from them.
Clay stayed locked inside her and bent, taking her lips fiercely, pushing his tongue in and out, tasting her. He raised his head and gazed down at her. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. On and on it went until he felt the tingles start on his back.
“Isabel, you’re going to come one more time.”
Isabel’s head shook, and her eyes closed as she dug her nails into his back. “No. I can’t, Clay.”
“Oh, you can and you will.” He pulled out before turning her onto her stomach and pushing a pillow under her hips. “I’m going to take you this way.”
Isabel moaned and clutched at the sheet under her. She turned her head to the side. “Clay, please.”
“Oh, I’m going to please you.” He gripped her hips before spearing his cock back into her depths, tearing a groan from him and a whimper from her. He pushed in a few times. “Have you ever had someone take your ass?”
Isabel pushed back against him. “Hmmm?”
“Have you ever had a cock in her ass?”
Isabel froze. “What? No…never.”
“How about a finger or a plug?”
Isabel tried to pull away from him as darts of arousal and fear raced through her. “No. Clay, let me go. Don’t you even think…ahhhhh.” She stilled as a completely foreign feeling took over her body.
Clay laughed as he gently pressed a finger into her ass, using her own moisture for lubrication. He kept thrusting into her pussy and continued to move his finger in and out of her ass, swiping her liquid to keep her ass wet and going deeper every time. “God, baby. You like this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Oh, my God, Clay, I don’t…”
His free hand smacked down on her butt cheek. “Don’t lie to me. I feel your ass and cunt gripping me and sucking me in. You love this. You’re going to love it, even more, when I push my cock into your ass, and you might just explode when we finally work both our cocks into you. One in your pussy and the other”—he pressed his finger in deeper and laughed when she moaned—“here. Right here in your tight little ass.”
Isabel pressed her face into the sheet and let the overwhelming feelings of submission and arousal take over. She pressed back against him, becoming more demanding.
Clay groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” His movements became harder and turned faster. “Here, let me give you two fingers in this tight ass.”
Royce sat on the mattress by her head, watching his brother penetrate their woman’s anus. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, but he still worried it might overwhelm her. “Are you sure you’re not giving her too much?”
“Yes. Jesus, Royce. I can’t wait to have you feel this. It’s going to drive you mad. She’s tight, almost strangling both my cock and my fingers.”
Royce bent and pulled Isabel’s head up with his fingers in her hair. “How are you doing?”
“Oh, god, Royce. It’s…it’s…ohhhhh.”
Royce chuckled before moving his gaze back to where his brother and their woman joined.
“That’s it. Come, Isabel.” Clay’s movements turned more demanding. “Ahhh, yeah. She’s coming.”
Isabel’s body tightened so hard she was afraid something inside of her would break. A scream unlike any she’d ever heard tore from her throat, mixing in with Clay’s guttural cry.
Several seconds later, Clay collapsed forward, making sure his arm took most of his weight. His head hung down as he gasped for breath. He slowly pulled first his fingers, then his cock out of her before collapsing to her side.
Clay heard Royce gently talking to Isabel and turned his head and rolled his body toward them. Royce was laid out on her other side, pushing the hair off her face. Clay pressed his hand on her back, caressing her from her butt to her shoulders. “How’s she doing?”
Royce chuckled at her soft moan. “She’s fine. Worn out, but fine. Right, Isabel?”
“Mmmm.” Isabel’s body twitched before softening into the mattress again.
Royce stood. “I’ll be right back.”
Isabel flinched and tried to move away from the hand moving her legs apart. “What are you doin—”
Clay’s hand pressed her back down on her stomach when she went to turn. “Royce is just cleaning you up so we can get a little rest.”
“No, Royce. Stop. I can do tha—”
“I know, honey, but we like taking care of you.”
“But…”
“No buts. You better get used to this because we’re never going to stop taking care of you, and it’s only going to get worse, I’m afraid.” Royce used one hand to spread her ass cheeks apart. “Settle down,” he ordered when she tried to fight away from his hands.
Clay moved his fingers into her hair and turned her head toward him. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
Isabel tried again to jerk away from Royce. “No, it’s not. He’s looking at my…you know.”
Both men chuckled. “Yes, I am, and it’s a beautiful asshole.”
Isabel gasped. “Royce, oh my God, stop it.”
Clay chuckled at the tide of red streaming across her face, leaned down, and took her mouth and pushed his tongue in. He pulled away when she relaxed and moaned. “There won’t be any place on this body that we won’t touch or taste. Before too long, we’ll know your body better then you know it yourself.”
Royce finished and threw the washcloth toward the bathroom before lying down and pulling her back against his chest, tucking her tightly against him.
Clay rolled off the mattress. “I’m going to clean up. I’ll be right back.”
Royce nuzzled the side of her head before placing a kiss on her forehead “How are you feeling?”
Another delicate shudder racked her body as she snuggled deeper into the mattress and against his chest. “Mmmm.”
Royce chuckled. “I think that’s good.”
Clay slid onto the bed next to Isabel before curving his arm under her head. “Go to sleep.”
“I should get up and go get Tommy.”
Royce and Clay both smiled at her slurred words and the way she cuddled in tighter against them.
Royce pushed the hair from her face. “We will, but let’s just take a nap first. We’ll make it short, sweetheart.” He looked down to see she had already drifted off and chuckled. He looked back at Clay. “We have to do whatever we can to keep her and Tommy here with us and safe.”
Clay pressed his lips against her head. “We will, Royce. We have to because I can’t let her go. She’s a large part of me already.”
“Yeah, I know how you feel,” Royce said before he closed his eyes. “We’ll work it out, brother.”
“I damn sure hope so.”
Chapter Seventeen
Liam waved at Clay across the street. “Hey, Clay, wait up.”
Clay stopped and turned and waited. “What’s up?”
“Your brother, Dylan, tells me we might have a situation?”
“Yea. Royce and I were planning on coming in to see you this afternoon when Isabel was at the Collins Ranch.”
“Let’s sit over here,” Liam said, indicating a bench nearby. He turned to face Clay. “All right. Let me have it.”
“Isabel is running from her brother-in-law. She and some other people suspect him of killing Isabel’s husband, his own brother, and several others.”
Liam listened as Clay explained the things that Isabel had told them about what this man had done and what he continued to do as far as they knew. Liam’s anger grew as the story unfolded. “Did she give you any names?”
“Just Allister and she only just gave us that. She had a phone she smashed that had the number of her friends on it, but she tried to destroy it. We gave it to Dylan. He said he had a guy that might be able to get something from the phone.”
Liam nodded. “I know who he’s talking about. He’s good. If anyone can get the information, he can. Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I went to Dylan first because he’s our brother, and the fewer people who knew about the situation, we thought made it safer for Isabel and Tommy, but we were planning on bringing you in today. We are going to need all the help we can get, and we trust you as much as our own brother. I’m glad the two of you talked. I didn’t know if him being a sheriff and you the police captain would make a difference.”
“In some cases, it might, but it’s family we’re talking about so we’ll pull our resources when it’s time.”
“Is there going to be any problems with keeping it a between us right now?”
Elbows on his knees, Liam shook his head as he looked down at the cowboy hat in his hands. “No, it will absolutely stay between us, for now. We’ll pull what resources we have and quietly investigate, and since we live together, no one’s around, and it will make it easier for us.”
Clay watched Liam’s expression carefully. “Are you two still planning on sharing a woman?”
Liam grimaced. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Clay shrugged. “You guys have talked about it for a long damn time.”
“Yes, we do, and someday we hope to find someone to make ours like you
guys and the Collins brothers did. Although right now, Dylan swears he’s done trying to look, but I don’t believe it.”
Clay slapped Liam on the shoulder. “I know you’ll find one.”
“How about for right now, we talk about keeping your woman and her son safe?”
“Why don’t you and Dylan come out to the house tonight for supper? You guys have yet to meet them. You can ask her questions and get to know her better. I’ll get in touch with Dylan.”
Liam nodded and stood. “I’ll be there.”
Clay waved and turned away before pulling his phone out. “Royce, ask Isabel to make enough for two more people tonight. Liam and Dylan are coming out.”
“Good, it’s about time Dylan meets his future sister-in-law.” Royce cupped the back of his neck and squeezed the tension that had built. “I’m guessing it’s probably hard for him, and it’s going to make it worse seeing Isabel.”
“I know. He’s wanted a woman for him and Liam for over a decade, I think longer than even us. He wants a family so bad I think it hurts him to see others find a woman. Even though he’s happy for us, it still hurts.”
“He’ll find a woman.”
“I hope so, and I hope it’s soon.” Clay pinched the bridge of his nose as the stress of the whole situation built. “After supper, we’re all going to put our heads together and figure out our next move.”
“It’s about damn time. The sooner we can get that bastard dealt with, the sooner we can marry Isabel and make us a family.”
Clay chuckled. “I’m with you, brother, but she’s going to fight it at first.”
“Probably, but we’ll deal with it. By the end of the year, that woman will be our wife and Tommy our son.”
* * * *
Isabel jumped and bit back a scream when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against a broad chest.
“Sshhh. It’s just me, honey.” Clay nuzzled her neck and chuckled when a shiver vibrated through her body.
Isabel set down the spoon she was using to stir sauce on the stove and tried to push out of his arms. “Clay, you scared me,” she accused.
