Brock logged of his computer and headed upstairs. He would catch a couple hours’ sleep and head into “CUSS.” That was what they called Carter United Security Services for short. He liked the name. Thought it was funny. His older brother Grayson hated it and called it “U-SEC” instead.
Brock dragged his tired ass into his room and flopped on the bed. He hadn’t bothered going to Silk Ties with Grayson last night. It was getting old and he was over it. He was sick of one-night stands. None of the single subs had caught his attention, and when they did they only held it for a small amount of time.
God, that made him sound shallow, but he wasn’t. He was just sick of bed hopping. He wanted to settle down with the right woman and make babies. Lots and lots of babies. He loved kids and wanted a whole bunch. He wanted to play sports with them and teach them to horse ride, even though he had only recently learned to ride himself. He wanted to watch his daughters play dolls and scare away their boyfriends when they were older. He just needed to find the right woman, and he was getting sick of waiting.
Brock and his brothers had designed this house with the intention of filling it with a family. It was a two-story weatherboard house that was built into the side of a hill. They had designed and built the house on two acres of land and made sure it was eco-friendly. It had solar panels and rainwater tanks. Being built against the hill meant that it stayed cooler through the hotter months and warmer through the winter.
Brock loved this house. It had large floor-to-ceiling windows in the sitting room that let in light and had a view of their lake below. The master bedroom was at the top of the house and was big enough to accommodate all of them. They had built a deluxe bathroom en-suite with all the conveniences a woman could want and a large walk-in closet. They didn’t use the room yet, but it was there for when they found their wife.
The three of them had planned the house together, and that had caused all sorts of arguments. Grayson had wanted the playroom built into the master bedroom, Pierson thought it should be separate. The master room should be their wife’s sanctuary, a place where she would be able to just relax and get away from three demanding husbands. Brock had agreed with Pierson on that one.
Brock had also wanted a games room in the basement, like a man cave. Somewhere they could unwind after long days at work. That, they all had agreed on. They had ended up putting the playroom in the basement next to the games room.
The biggest argument was over the number of rooms they would need. Brock wanted at least eight, not including the master. That way there was one for each of them and one for each of their five kids. Grayson had laughed and said that they would never be able to talk a woman into that many children and even if they did the kids could share. Pierson had turned a funny shade of green and ran from the room. Apparently the idea of kids had freaked him out. Brock had to wonder if he was going to be like that when they actually found a wife and got her pregnant.
Grayson only wanted six rooms. They had butted heads for days, until he had finally given in. Grayson was correct when he said more rooms changed the layout of the house and it was getting too big. Brock had given in reluctantly, but he was still determined to fill the house with heaps of kids.
He wondered if they would have his lighter hair and green eyes or if they would have his brothers’ dark-brown hair and eyes. Brock supposed it would depend on their woman. That turned his thoughts toward his ideal wife.
Brock wanted a woman with a little meat on her bones. A woman with a full ass and a round tummy. All soft and feminine. He liked women with large breasts, too. Not too big, he wasn’t greedy, but a handful, and he had big hands. She would have to be submissive, at least in the bedroom. All three brothers could agree on that. They were all Doms and wouldn’t settle for anything less. It just wasn’t in their makeup.
God, he couldn’t wait to find the perfect woman and bend her over his spanking bench and turn her ample ass red. She would be tied up and blindfolded, and she would be begging for his cock. He would make her wait, but not too long.
Brock rolled onto his back and slipped his hand under the waistband of his jeans. He took his hard cock in his palm and slipped his thumb over the slit. He moaned and tightened his fist. Stroking his throbbing cock up and down, Brock started to hump his hips, as he found his rhythm. He worked his cock, all the while thinking of their future wife and submissive, whoever she might be.
Brock reached his other hand down and opened the snap on his jeans. He lowered them down his thighs and spread his legs to gain access to his heavy balls. Still picturing the faceless beauty, Brock tugged on his balls and thought about all the things he would like to do to her.
He pictured her shaved pink pussy and imagined its musky flavor. He would drive his hard cock into her from behind and ram her full hips, back slamming her ass into his thighs. Her big breasts would bounce, and her wet pussy would clamp down on his length as she came.
His breath increased as he worked his cock harder and faster in his strong grip. Fuck, he was close. The images he had conjured in his mind had him on edge, and he was moments away from an explosive orgasm. He tightened his grip more and worked his cock faster. Brock turned his face into his pillow as he let out a roar. His cock exploded, and his seed shot up and landed on his chest.
He lay there panting as he brought himself back down to earth. He really should have taken his T-shirt off, now he would have to wash it. Brock laughed at himself and got up to clean off. It had been worth it. Now he just had to find the woman who could live up to the fantasy. Then he would really be in ecstasy.
Brock froze at the bang on the door.
“Hey,” Grayson yelled through the closed door. “I’m headed into the office. Catch you later?” Luckily he had remembered to lock it. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, and getting caught in your room with your pants down covered in cum was just plain embarrassing.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll be in later. I want to check up on the Swanson account. They were getting glitches in their alarm system.”
“See you then.”
Brock quickly cleaned up and jumped into bed. Sated and relaxed, he would be able to catch a few hours before heading into work. A perk of owning the company. The brothers had it so well set up that they could now come and go as they pleased. Unless there was an emergency.
Brock shut his eyes and sighed. His and his brothers’ lives were perfect, except for one little thing. They needed to find that special woman.
Chapter Three
Kate stood on the porch and fidgeted. She didn’t see why Blake and James thought it necessary to have a BBQ to meet the town folk. Her parents were in their element, greeting people and socializing. Kate socialized with children. What did she know about talking to strangers.
It wasn’t that she was shy. She wasn’t. Kate just had no social graces and usually avoided big gatherings. Sarah usually hid with her, but no, her sister was with her men and talking up a storm. So Kate was left all by herself. Alone. That was the way her life was heading. Her sister had found love and moved on, and she was stagnant.
Kate headed inside and grabbed herself a drink. She needed the alcohol to get through this. She took it back out onto the porch and sat on the swing. She slowly rocked back and forth whilst she looked over the crowd.
There were a lot of people down there. Had the whole damned town shown up? There were all ages, from kids to older folk, and Kate noticed that a lot were men. Sarah had said that there weren’t that many women in town, and the ones that were tended to have multiple-partner relationships like Sarah.
Kate looked over and spotted a few of the women that were about. It was then she noticed something odd. Maybe it was a coincidence or not, but all the women were a little chubby. Kate wasn’t complaining, as she herself was a larger lady, but there wasn’t a woman under a size fourteen among them. Merricks men seemed to have a thing for big women.
Kate smiled into her drink and decided she was being fanciful. A town filled with big,
beautiful women and the men that loved them. Kate thought it was a sweet idea, but implausible. It wasn’t like they would have rounded all the slim women up and kicked them out of town.
“What has you cackling, sister?” Sarah asked. Kate hadn’t even seen her sister approach. She swallowed her drink and pulled a face. The champagne was sour and dry. She preferred it sweet.
“What?” she replied. “Oh, nothing. Just being silly.”
Sarah sat down on the swing next to Kate and they started rocking. Kate sat there and waited. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her sister tried to make her come and join in the fun.
“Come down and meet some people. They are dying to meet you.” And there it was. She didn’t want to hurt her sister’s feelings, so she got to her feet and slowly made her way toward the crowd.
Her sister looked good in her baby-doll dress and strappy sandals. She must have been cold. It was almost winter in Montana. It made her feel frumpy and underdressed in her jeans and bottle-green blouse. She sighed, nothing she could do about it now. When she reached Blake and James, they took her around and introduced her to people.
She forgot most of their names moments after she met them, but she did notice how tall and good-looking all the men seemed to be. Must be something in the water, as the saying went. Kate tried to hold conversations with a few of them, but though they were polite, they seemed as uninterested as she was.
As soon as she was able to slip away from the watchful eye of her sister, she made her way toward the barn and away from the crowd. She would hide behind it for a while and watch the horses.
She rounded the corner and came to a stop. There stood a tall man in a faded pair of Wranglers and black shirt. His back rested against the wooden slats of the barn, and he had one leg raised and resting on the wall behind him.
Kate froze when he looked over at her. Neither of them said anything. They just continued to stare at each other. The man was tall, well over six feet, and had short-cut, dark-brown, almost-black hair. She thought that he looked military, or maybe a cop.
His dark, deep-brown eyes stared back at her, and she felt herself blush. He noticed her discomfort, too. The corner of his sculpted lips quirked up. Damn, he was good-looking. He had muscles, but he wasn’t solid like Blake. More like a runner, sleek and powerful. He had the look of a predator, ready to strike at any moment.
Kate felt her pussy tighten and her juices flow. Her body was ready to accept him, and they hadn’t even spoken a word yet. Amusement filled his eyes, and they crinkled at the corners. Kate sucked in a breath. This man was deadly. She was getting hot. She would be a puddle at his handsome feet if she didn’t back away soon. She just stood there with her mouth gaping open and flapping like a fish.
“What’s your name, darling?” he asked.
“Um…?” She was making a fool of herself, but couldn’t think straight with him looking at her with those sexy chocolate eyes.
“You forgot your name? How about I call you Candy?”
Kate’s thoughts came back to her in a rush. Her back went straight and she pulled a face.
“No!” she snapped. “You make me sound like a hooker.”
“How about Kitten, then?” he asked.
“Yuk!”
He smiled and sauntered over. The man actually sauntered.
“Sugar plum?”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous.” Kate smiled and took a step back. Geez the man was tall.
“Well then, tell me your name.”
Kate shivered at his deep voice.
“Kate. My name is Kate. And yours is?” Kate held out her hand for him to shake. The moment his hand touched hers, a spark flew between them and shot straight to her girl parts.
“Grayson Carter, baby. But you can call me yours.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back. Kate felt it all the way through her body and down to her toes. She forgot to breathe for a few seconds and had to suck in a large breath.
“That would have to be some of the cheesiest shit I have ever heard.” Kate pulled her hand back and smirked at Grayson. “Do you say that crap to all the girls?”
“No,” he said. “Only the beautiful ones like you.” Kate couldn’t hold back the snort.
“Are you drunk?” she asked. Grayson let out an almighty laugh. It was deep, and his whole body shook with his merriment. Kate really didn’t think her question was that funny. It was legitimate. Nobody had called her beautiful, ever. Cute or adorable once or twice, but never beautiful. He had to be on something.
“I like you, Kate,” he said, chuckling. “You have made my afternoon.”
“Glad I could oblige.” Kate was disgruntled. He was making fun of her, and she didn’t like it. “Look, mister. It’s mean to call someone something they’re not and then laugh at them. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
Grayson sobered quickly and looked down at her.
“Baby, my mother has nothing to do with this. She taught me the best of manners. I’ll excuse your slight because you don’t know me. When you do, you’ll see that when I say something I mean it.”
His voice had gone dark and serious. It made Kate shiver.
“I said you are beautiful and I meant it. If you were my woman, I’d spank you for putting yourself down, and for your little potty mouth. I might just do it anyway.”
Kate shivered again. She’d like to be spanked by this man, but she would never let him know about it.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Don’t challenge a Dom, baby. You won’t like the consequences.”
“I’m not some little submissive with no brain. That needs big bad you to take care of me.”
Grayson smiled at her again. Why was she fighting with this man? How had the situation gone out of control so quickly? She needed to stop. She knew what it meant to rile up a Dom. She’d read the books. He just seemed to get under her skin. She wanted to jump his bones and punch him in the gut all at the same time.
“Oh, you are submissive. That I can tell.”
Oh, how she wanted to wipe the smug look from his face. “Are you saying that your sister is brainless then? She is Blake and James’s sub.”
“No!” she quickly replied. “I would never think that about my sister. You are just trying to change the subject.”
“No,” he said. “I’m trying to prove a point. A sub isn’t a doormat, Kate. As for you needing me to take care of you, I think I might be up to the challenge.”
Kate wanted to stomp her foot. She was getting nowhere. She didn’t really know why the words were coming from her mouth. He sent her brain into jumbles. Usually she was more reserved than this. She was smart and intellectual, but he made her say things. Things she didn’t really think or feel. She knew about D/s relationships, and she knew about Sarah and her men. She didn’t think any of that. She was just trying to take a dig at him, but it was only making her look stupid.
“I’m leaving,” Kate snapped. “You’re maddening. I’m not continuing this discussion.”
Pivoting on her heel, Kate moved to leave. She was pulled up short when Grayson grabbed her wrist and swung her back to face him. She slammed up against his big chest and let out an oomph. He was waiting for her to look up at him and the moment she did, he lowered his head and took her lips with his.
Kate moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was a stretch to get up there and she had to stand on her tippy toes. He seemed to sense her dilemma. He pulled her closer and lifted her up to meet him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he placed her back against the wall of the barn.
When she moaned again, he plunged his tongue between her lips and tangled it with hers. Their mouths dueled and fought for dominance until she gave up and let him take control. The moment she surrendered, the kiss grew hot and demanding. She thrust her pelvis toward him and ground her pussy against the zipper of his jeans. Kate heard him moan, so she repeated the move.
She had
never been kissed like this. Never felt his kind of passion and all-consuming lust for another human being. It was overwhelming and exciting all at the same time, and she never wanted it to end.
Kate sucked his bottom lip in between her lips and gently bit down. Grayson had taken her ass cheeks in his hands and was squeezing them in his great palms. When he lifted his head and started to trail kisses down her neck, she knew she was lost. She was going to let this hunk of man have his way with her against the side of a barn at her sister’s BBQ, and she was powerless to stop it.
She groaned again and thrust up against him once more. She was needy and getting close to orgasm from dry humping alone. She was going to regret this later, but for now she was his to do with as he pleased.
* * * *
Grayson didn’t know why he had kissed Kate. She had challenged not only the Dom in him but the man as well. She was a little spitfire and he was dying to tame her. He had not thought beyond the kiss, but now that he had her in his arms, it felt right. She was meant to be there. He didn’t want to examine those feelings too closely just yet, but he was damned if he was going to let her down anytime soon.
He kissed down her neck and along her collarbone. Grayson could hear her panting for breath above him. She was as turned on by the kiss as he was. Hell, she was grinding on him so hard his cock was about to blow.
She was a fine-looking woman, just how he liked them. Her full ass rested in his big hands. It would jiggle nicely when he reddened it. He undid the buttons on her green blouse with his teeth and exposed her large, heavy breasts. They were covered with a lacy confection, and it made him wonder what color her nipples were.
Kate was short but that he liked, too. Her light-brown hair was tied into a ponytail, but it would only reach her shoulder when let out. She had stunning green eyes, which flashed fire at him when she was arguing back. Grayson liked her spunk, even if her arguments were wrong.
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