Grayson pulled her into his embrace and kissed her to stop her from arguing. They knew she wanted to go and be by her sister’s side. Shit, if either of his brothers were in the hospital, he’d want to be there, too. But it wasn’t safe and Grayson was right. They could protect her better at home.
Chapter Eleven
Kate paced around the Carter’s living room trying to work out some of her frustrations. Grayson had spoken to Blake about the fire and to get an update on her sister’s condition. Sarah was awake and doing fine. She had suffered a small amount of head trauma from the accident, and they were keeping her under observation. Poor Sarah also had whiplash.
Kate knew that she didn’t have to worry anymore. Sarah was on the mend and she had her men’s protection. She was still troubled. Someone had tried to kill them, and even though the brothers had decided that the target was Sarah, she was still being held a virtual prisoner at the Carters’ house.
She had only been here one day and had spent most of the time napping. She hadn’t gotten much sleep, first with the brothers and then the fire keeping her awake. Now the sun was setting behind the mountains in the distance, and Kate was wide awake and stir-crazy.
All three brothers were still asleep. Tucked up in the big bed, in the master bedroom. Damned thing was nearly as big as the whole room. It was the biggest king size she had ever seen. It was obviously meant for sharing. Well, they could share it together. She was awake and sick of being coddled.
When the men had brought her to their home early this morning, they had fed her, bathed her, and tucked her into the big bed, kissing her passionately and then climbing in next to her. Grayson was on her left, Pierson on her right, and Brock behind him. He had rolled over and faced away from them, but he said he needed to be in the same room.
When she woke, it was like being surrounded by a furnace. The men were all hot and she was covered with a thick blanket. Kate had crawled out of the bottom of the bed and fled to the lounge. The bedroom was obviously the master and, from the little she had seen, was a woman’s dream.
It had cream-colored walls with a dark green trim, and the furniture was all dark polished wood. The bed took up the whole of the back wall and was a four-poster bed with dark-green velvet curtains pulled back and tied to the posts and covered with a matching green spread.
A large dressing table sat to the right of the entryway and a huge modern bathroom sat across from the bed. It had a large walk-in dressing room and wall-to-wall windows with a view of the surrounding landscape. It even had a small reading nook with a comfy-looking rocker and small table.
Why had the brothers taken her there? It was obvious they didn’t use the room and had separate ones. Maybe it was because of the size of the bed.
Kate looked up when Brock walked into the room. He smiled at her and walked over, pulling her into his arms and dropping a kiss on her head.
“Grayson and Pierson are going to have a fit when they wake up alone together,” he said. “You’re in a world of trouble, baby. I’d get my sweet little ass back in bed.”
“I couldn’t possibly lie in bed a moment longer,” she replied. “I’m not used to so much sleep. This up and down is messing with my body clock.”
“Then what would you like to do? Are you hungry? I could make you something.”
“No, I’m not hungry. I think I’m just restless. Maybe we could go for a walk?”
Brock looked down at her, a small frown on his handsome face.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, baby. You might still be in danger.”
“I thought Grayson and Blake decided it was Sarah they were after.” She pouted, hoping that he would relent. She knew she was being selfish, but she needed some air and some exercise.
“Yes, but we don’t know for sure. Until then, it is better if you stay inside.” Brock pulled her closer, his big hand moving down to her bottom. He squeezed her cheeks in his large hands and ground his pelvis into her. “I know a way we can relieve some of your tension and restlessness.”
“God, is sex all you think about?” she snapped.
“Yes, and god is what you’ll be screaming as I make you come again and again. Now strip, little subbie. You need to be punished.”
“For what?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Being disrespectful to your Dom. Again.”
Kate’s sigh could be heard clear across the room. She was over this D/s thing if she was going to be punished every time she snapped at one of them. Kate had a temper around these men. They brought out her snippy side.
“I’m waiting, sub,” Brock said. Kate turned her attention back to Brock and slowly peeled the borrowed T-shirt over her head. She had nothing on underneath and she was naked in seconds. She watched Brock’s face as she threw the T-shirt onto the couch. His eyes dilated, and his jaw dropped open ever so slightly.
She looked down to hide her grin, and then she dropped to her knees and got into the position the brothers had shown her. Kate felt powerful and sexy in the moment. It seems she had rendered her big bad Dom speechless, and it felt great.
“Looks like our little sub is being a brat,” Grayson said as he walked into the room. “I can see that smug grin from here. I hope you plan to punish her, Brock.”
“Yes, she has just racked up her second punishment of the day.”
“You can go first, little brother, and then it is my turn. I don’t like waking up next to my hairy brother and reaching out to find my woman gone.”
“Told you, didn’t I, Kate,” Brock said. Her eyes lifted to Grayson’s, and it was her turn for her jaw to drop. He was leaning against the arm of the couch, stark naked, his large erection pointing toward the sky. She didn’t remember getting a look at it last night, but it was huge. How did it ever fit? It came up to his belly button and was well over nine inches long.
“Don’t let him scare you, babe. Man’s a damned freak of nature,” Brock told her.
“She wasn’t complaining last night,” Grayson added.
“No, she was screaming.”
“In ecstasy, little brother.”
“You two have issues,” Kate said.
“Oh ho,” Brock said. “Did we give you permission to speak?”
“You didn’t tell me not to speak,” she replied.
“She’s got you there, bro,” Grayson said. “No more stuffing around. Get moving, Brock. I want time with my little sub and you’re stalling.”
Brock moved to sit on the couch and then stood again.
“I’ve changed my mind, babe,” he said. “Stand up and walk behind the recliner.”
Kate slowly got to her feet and did as Brock asked. She was pretty sure she knew what he had in mind. If she was correct she would soon be over the back of the recliner, her poor ass stuck up in the air.
“Over you go, baby. Legs spread and hand on the seat cushion for support.”
Yep, she was right. Kate looked at the recliner and slowly got closer until her toes touched the material at the back. It was a soft velvety material, smooth to touch and dark brown in color.
She slowly bent over it until her hands rested on the seat cushion. Brock pushed her head further down, until her face was lying against the back, the top of her head just touching the cushion below.
He moved behind her and used his foot to spread her legs farther apart. Kate could barely touch the floor and was standing with just her big toes touching the ground. She wasn’t uncomfortable, if she overlooked the fact that her ass was in the air and her girly bits were on display. She couldn’t see Grayson anymore. He had moved behind her and out of her line of site.
“Comfy, babe?” Brock asked. “What color are you?”
“Green, sir,” she replied. Kate waited for Brock to make a move. She braced herself for the first slap, and it wasn’t until she had relaxed her muscles and patiently waited that Brock moved in. The sting from his palm hitting the fleshy part of her ass hurt just as much as she remembered and Kate’s breath left he
r in a rush.
Brock rubbed her stinging butt where he had slapped her, and Kate sighed and relaxed once more. When she felt another slap to her opposite cheek, she jumped at the initial sting, but the pain soon went and left her ass feeling hot.
Kate moaned and pushed her ass up into Brock’s touch. She was getting hot and achy and she wanted more. Her clit throbbed, and she could feel the wetness between her thighs. Copping a spanking was every bit as erotic as Sarah had said, and Kate wanted Brock to continue desperately.
After the first two smacks, Brock didn’t pause and instead rained slaps down on her cheeks and upper thighs. Kate couldn’t stop herself from moaning loudly and jiggling around. She was so close to coming that one slap on her needy pussy and she would be a goner.
All too soon it was over, and Brock moved back. Kate lay limply over the chair and waited patiently for their next move. She was sweating, and her breath left her chest in little pants, causing her hard nipples to rub on the soft material of the recliner. It just added to her arousal. Her body was alive with sensual feelings, all her nerve endings tingling and begging to be touched.
Kate jumped as she felt a rough, callused hand slowly glide over her naked back.
“Such a good sub,” Brock said. “Your ass is such a beautiful pink color.”
“Urngh,” Kate mumbled, causing Brock and Grayson to chuckle.
“Grayson’s turn, babe. You didn’t think it was over did you?”
“Move out of the way, Brock,” Grayson told him. “Kate is going to get a feel of my paddle.”
Kate shivered at Grayson’s deep baritone. She wasn’t worried about the paddle. These men would never hurt her. Not her body anyway. She was dangerously close to losing her heart. Kate buried the new and uncomfortable feelings that were arising for the Carter brothers and tucked them away to explore later.
She needed to concentrate now as Grayson rubbed the paddle gently against her rear. God only knew where the thing had come from. She didn’t remember Grayson walking in the room with it. Did they have torture devices stashed around the house? That wouldn’t surprise her either.
Kate’s attention was drawn back to Grayson as he leaned over her. His hard, muscled chest was pressed against her back, and his warm breath tickled her ear.
“I’m going to give you ten with the paddle, little girl,” he said. “I want you to count out each one. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Kate replied. She cringed at her husky tone. She sounded needy and wanton.
“What color are you, little girl? Grayson asked as he slowly lifted his big body up and away from hers. The cool air hit her back, making her shiver.
“Green, sir.”
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Kate sucked in a breath with the first slap against her ass. It was a lot harder and hurt a lot more than their hands had. The thud of the paddle hitting her flesh echoed around the room.
“Don’t make me wait, baby girl. You won’t like the consequences.” Grayson’s deep voice cut through her haze of pain and reflection.
“One, sir. Sorry, sir,” she stammered.
Grayson bought the paddle down twice in quick succession, and Kate felt a tear trickle from the corner of her eye. The burning in her ass was incredible, but so was the throbbing in her clit.
“Two, three, sir,” she said.
Kate let the tears take her and the pain of the paddle wash away the worry and hurt she felt inside. She counted each slap of the paddle, but was lost in a sensual world where pain mixed with pleasure and her body started to float on a sensual wave.
Kate felt her arousal heighten once more and her body ached as it stood on the precipice, burning to fall over the edge. When Grayson landed the last slap directly over her throbbing clit, she screamed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her body.
Her eyelids fell closed as pleasure strummed through her body and then finally ebbed. Kate lay limp and spent over the back of the recliner, waiting for her men to take care of her.
* * * *
Brock watched as Grayson delivered the last slap directly over Kate’s exposed pussy. His ears rang as she screamed her orgasm, her whole body shaking and moving as pleasure took over. She was amazing to watch as she came, and Brock had to squeeze the end of his knob to stop himself from following her into completion.
When he had himself back under control, he grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and moved in. Brock carefully lifted Kate from the recliner and wrapped her in the blanket. She was limp and compliant, as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the couch and sat down. Rearranging her in his lap, he cuddled her close to her body and held her tight, as he waited for her to come back to earth.
Grayson walked from the room, but soon returned with a bottle of water and some chocolate in his hand. When he squatted down in front of them, Brock noticed Grayson was in much the same condition as he was, but their woman’s care came first now. So their hard cocks would have to wait.
“That was incredible,” Brock said. “She is everything we ever wanted and more.”
“Yes,” Grayson replied. “But we still have a lot of work ahead of us, if we are going to convince her that she belongs with us.”
“Not to mention, the danger that one or both of the sisters are in.”
Brock heard Grayson’s answering growl. It rumbled through his big chest, and Brock had to hold back his smile. Grayson was the caveman of the three brothers, and he obviously didn’t like the fact that their woman could be in danger.
“What was that noise?” Kate asked quietly from somewhere in the blankets. Brock looked down and had to move the blanket aside to see her face. Her big green eyes stared up at him, her worry evident.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he told her. “It was just Grayson. You’re scaring her, bro.”
“Humph,” Grayson replied and turned his attention to Kate. “Drink this, baby girl.”
Kate sat up in his lap, shifting her ass on his hard cock and making him groan. She took a sip of the water and then ate some of the chocolate, seemingly oblivious to his problem. When she handed the water bottle back to Grayson, Brock didn’t waste time in leaning her back in his arms.
Brock brushed his lips along hers, as he leaned over her and shifted on the couch until she was lying beneath him. He stared down at her sweet face and then brushed his lips along hers once more. When she opened her mouth on a sigh, he deepened the kiss until it became hot and demanding.
Kate’s tongue dueled with his as she fought for dominance. Brock took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down until she relented and Brock took control of the kiss once more.
He then wasted no time in parting the blanket to expose her delectable body to his gaze and his touch. Brock ran a hand along her body and then cupped her breast in his big rough hand. He tweaked her nipple and pinched it until she groaned and withered beneath him.
“You are so fucking incredible, babe,” he told her. “I can’t wait much longer. I have to sink into your hot, welcoming heat.”
“Oh yes, Brock,” she replied. “I need you, too.”
Brock gave her one more long, lingering kiss before sitting up and pulling Kate up with him. Grayson had moved to sit on the recliner and was quietly watching them.
“Stand up, babe, and turn around and face Grayson.”
Brock removed his jeans and retrieved a condom from the coffee table. He covered his hard length, as Kate moved and stood facing Grayson like he told her. She was standing in all her naked glory, and Brock couldn’t help but lean forward and sink his teeth into the delectable pink globes in front of him.
Kate yelped but didn’t move away as he ran his tongue over his bite mark. Her ass was still pink from her paddling, and his cock got impossibly hard at the sight of Grayson’s and his mark on her body.
“Move back and straddle my legs, Kate, and then sink yourself down on my cock. I want you to ride me hard, darling.” Brock grabbed her hips a
nd helped her move back until she straddled his waist, facing away from him. He held his cock away from his body, as Kate bent her knees and slowly guided his length into her tight waiting heat.
They both groaned as she slowly sank onto him and then used her legs to move up and down in small increments. When she finally had him to the hilt, Kate froze and grinded her ass back and forth, teasing him. Brock slapped her flank to remind her who was in charge.
“Stop teasing me, babe.” He grabbed onto her hips and guided her up and down, her movements increasing in speed.
Grayson would be getting a show, with her plump breasts bouncing as she moved up and down. Brock could tell that Kate was enjoying having Grayson watch. Her movement turned more erotic, as she threw her head back and grinded herself down on his waiting length and made hot little mewling sounds.
“Grayson, why don’t you give our little subbie something to do with that delectable mouth?” Brock said. He needed something to distract Kate. She had him so hot, he was going to finish before they got started.
Brock watched Grayson approach over Kate’s shoulder. Brock heard Kate’s indrawn breath at the sight before her. Grayson really did put other men to shame, but Brock had long since come to terms with the fact that his brother was incredibly well-endowed. Brock himself wouldn’t be considered small. It was just that Grayson was huge.
Brock put the thought to the back of his mind, when Kate squeezed her inner muscles along the length of his cock. Something had turned her on, and from the sucking noises he could hear, he’d bet that Kate was enjoying giving his brother pleasure.
“Shit, little girl. Your mouth is lethal,” Grayson said. His voice was rough and edged with desire.
“That’s it, babe,” Brock told her. “Make Grayson come hard. You aren’t allowed to come until he does.”
Brock heard Kate’s answering whimper and smiled to himself. She was so fucking hot, and she simply rocked his world. He grabbed her hips harder and drove himself up into her tight pussy. The only noises that could be heard were the slapping of flesh and the harsh breathing of the men, as they drove their woman higher and higher toward completion.
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