by Jane Jamison
“What about lube?” In her haste to have them inside her, she’d forgotten about any lubricant.
“Got it,” answered John. He crossed to the nightstand, pulled a tube out of the drawer, and tossed it to Smoke.
So they’d been prepared? But for her or did they keep lube in the drawer all the time? She tried to brush aside the flash of jealousy, but it wasn’t easy. “I’m not sure…”
Smoke brushed his fingers along her spine. “Do you trust us, baby?”
He’d misinterpreted what she’d said. “Yes, but—”
“If you trust us, then you won’t worry about the details. I swear, what little pain you feel won’t last long until it makes you feel really good. So I’ll ask again, do you trust us?”
She nodded, certain she could believe him. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good.” His fingers eased into her anus.
She faced forward again and took a long, slow breath. So far, so good.
He quickly ran his fingers around her tight hole, spreading the cool gel. Dipping his fingers inside, he played around a little, getting her ready. “Okay so far?”
“Uh-huh.”
He plunged his fingers farther inside. She gasped, her muscles automatically tensing around his digits. Instinctively, she shoved her butt toward him. “Give it to me harder, Smoke.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” Again, he plunged his fingers deep inside her, harder than before, working his fingers in and out. “Fuck, but she’s tight. I can’t wait to get my cock inside her.”
Tatum slid his hand long her leg then between her legs. She let out a moan as his fingers passed over her pussy, pushing inside the folds just enough to tease her. “She’s good and wet, too.” He brought out his hand and held it up. Her juices glistened on his fingers. Putting them in his mouth, he sucked long and hard, his eyes closing as his pleasure spread over his face.
“Let me get a taste.” Smoke leaned over her, his hard abs pushing against her rump, his cock swinging between her legs. He kept his fingers inside her ass but ran his other hand over her pussy. “You’re right.” He moaned as he licked his fingers. “Sweeter than honey.”
She dipped her head down, her hair falling in front of her as a shiver raced through her. “Please, one of you give me your cock.”
“Damn it.” John’s voice was thick with yearning. “I’m done with watching.” He fondled his cock as he moved onto the bed in front of her. “Suck me, darlin’.”
She tossed her hair over one shoulder and flicked her tongue over his cock. His fingers tunneled through her hair then grabbed hold and helped her deep-throat him.
“That is fucking amazing.” John’s voice was even thicker with lust now.
Smoke’s slap on her butt cheek came unexpectedly. “Ow,” she said, still keeping her mouth around John’s cock. Yet the brief pain changed, morphing into a nice slice of pleasure searing over her flesh. She wiggled her ass, tempting him to spank her again.
“You like that, baby?”
“Mmm,” she murmured around John’s cock as he slid it in and out, in and out.
“Good to know.” Tatum slapped her other butt cheek then cupped her pussy with his other hand.
Smoke spanked her bottom again and pressed his cock against her dark hole. “Her butt’s just right. Big enough to spank, but not too much.”
“Damn straight.” John groaned. “But she’s got real talent with her mouth.”
She turned John’s cock loose then gave him a look. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not even here.”
“Shit, darlin’, we’re very aware that you’re here.” He grinned then led her back to his cock.
Catherine couldn’t see much more than his balls and the curly mass of dark hair around John’s cock. Keeping upright on one arm, she cupped his balls and whipped her tongue around his cock.
Maybe she couldn’t see much, but she was feeling more than she’d ever felt. The wild current of need they always gave her swirled like a sexual tornado inside her. Every touch, every caress lit her skin on fire. Smoke’s cock pressed against her hole drove her insane. She pushed back harder, more insistent.
“Easy, baby, I’m here.”
Tatum fondled her tits, squeezing them, torturing her nipples until they ached. “Tell him to fuck your ass.”
“Fuck my ass, Smoke. Please.”
The strike of another spank gave her his answer. His cock eased into her butt hole but not enough to satisfy her. “This what you want, baby?”
“More.” Her word was muffled as she kept her mouth around John’s cock, but she was certain Smoke understood.
She sucked, licked, making craving noises as she lavished her attention on John’s cock. Tatum playing with her tits then sliding his hand between her legs was almost too much for her to handle. She needed all of their cocks inside her.
“We’re going to make you purr, Catnip.” Tatum’s whisper in her ear thrilled her.
She didn’t bother telling him that she was already purring inside. Whimpering, she silently wished for them to hurry up.
“Get her on her side,” ordered Tatum. “I need to fuck her, and I mean right now.”
She let them help her onto her side. Smoke repositioned his cock at her asshole as John moved to her side and offered his cock to her again. She drew it in with a gasp as Tatum pulled one leg over his hip and pushed his cock against her pussy’s opening. His eyes were glazed, filled with need, as he held his cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me.” She spoke to all of them at once.
Tatum’s mouth found her nipple, sucked then bit. She arched her back, encouraging him to do more. And he did. Groaning, he slammed his cock inside her, breaching her defenses and forcing her pussy walls to give way to his enormous shaft.
Smoke gripped her hip and plunged his cock deep inside her asshole. She let out a yelp as pain struck her. But pain was just the other side of pleasure as he worked his shaft in and out, making her tight hole give way to his power.
They were inside her. John’s cock in her mouth as she tasted his musky flavor. Smoke’s cock in her ass, setting up a pain-pleasure combination she’d never felt before. Tatum’s cock in her pussy, pushing at the very end of her.
They worked her, at times slamming into her from all sides at the same time. She was caught between them, a willing prisoner in their capture. Panting, she did her best to keep up with them, but it was an impossible task. The sounds of their sex filled the room as the aroma of their bodies joining together surrounded them.
She couldn’t hold on for much longer. The storm inside her grew steadily stronger, taking more and more control of her body over her mind. She gave in, knowing it was her only choice, accepting it as her reward. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks told her what to do and how to react.
“Damn it.”
She felt Smoke tense. His fingers dug into her flesh as he stopped, his eyes closed, his effort to keep from coming hardening his face.
She tightened her ass muscles around his cock. Not to force his ejaculation, but to give him a heightened sensation.
His eyes widened as she did. Growling, he pulled out and fell away as his cum shot out of his cock. “Damn it.”
Tatum laughed and plunged into her harder. “Mine.”
“Fuck that.” John eased his cock out of her mouth then hurried to get on to his side behind her. Biting on her shoulder, he slipped his cock into her ass. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Her gasps of delight echoed around the room as John’s cock filled her asshole. Tatum, his dark eyes lightened with amber, pounded into her pussy. Together they trapped her between them. She was unable to do more than hold on, her fingers digging into Tatum’s shoulders. A warmth spread outward from her pussy as her need grew stronger than ever. Tightening both her pussy and her anus muscles, she silently vowed to keep them inside her. She could imagine their cocks meeting in the middle of her abdomen, ready to blow the storm inside her apart.
John laid his forehead against
her shoulder, his panted breath heating her skin. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Tatum was beyond words, his gaze locked on her breasts as he played with them, twisting her nipples then massaging them with his thumbs. “This is the way I dreamed of having you.”
He’d dreamed of sex with her? His words caressed her as much as his hands did.
She could feel John’s balls slapping against her. Could feel his hand against her skin. But more, she could feel his need for her, the caring he felt for her as the mystical bond between them forged into a stronger one.
“You’re ours, Catherine Alexander.” The amber in Tatum’s eyes glowed. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
“He’s right, baby.” Smoke stood off to the side, his cock in his hand, his gaze locked on them.
Before she could ask how he felt, John told her. “Ours today and longer.”
Longer? As in forever? Or was there a time limit to their relationship?
She didn’t want to think of her time with them ending. Instead, she gave into the massive need controlling her and let her orgasm take her. She cried out as her climax barreled out of her.
Soon, however, her cry was matched with two more as John and Tatum gave in to their releases. They clung together, the three of them locked together with more than their bodies. Her gaze found Smoke’s and brought him into the mix. Just one look was enough to bring on yet another orgasm. She cried out as her body seemed to fall apart with its brutal conquest.
“Oh my God!” The bed moved beneath her, a quake of a sexual nature. Reaching out, she took hold of Tatum’s arm, digging her fingernails into his skin.
“Catnip—”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The orgasm roared through her, trembles taking her body as the world seemed to sway around them. A rumble filled her ears, drowning out her cries.
This is fuckin’ amazing!
“Move! Now!” shouted Smoke.
In the throes of her climax, she realized Tatum had pushed her upward while wrapping his strong arm around her waist. Again, she was lifted as though she weighed nothing. She held on to him as her climax tore into her. If he’d put her on her feet, she wouldn’t have been able to stand up.
He slammed her back against the doorjamb, but she didn’t care how much it hurt. Her body shuddered, the quake of her release roaring out of her. Her orgasm was so powerful that it seemed like the wood against her spine was actually moving.
“Just hold on, Catnip.”
She laughed. “I’m never letting you go. God, I’m still shuddering.”
He paused, a huge grin filling his face. “As much as we’d love to take credit, we can’t. Catnip, we’re having another earthquake.”
At first she didn’t understand. Her mind refused to function. Perspiration ran between her breasts and down the middle of Tatum’s muscular chest. As the men huddled around her, it finally hit her. “It’s another quake?”
“Yeah.” Tatum stroked her hair.
“Wow. I thought for sure it was—” Maybe she’d made a mistake, but as far as she was concerned, they’d shaken her world as much as the earthquake had.
Her happiness, however, faded fast. “It’s my fault. The fracking.” She found it difficult to think, much less to speak, but they understood.
“No, it’s not. Your father’s to blame.” John pressed his body close to her as another smaller aftershock shuddered the house.
“I’m going to stop them. I don’t care what it costs.” Even as she spoke the words, she knew it meant little. She might be able to stop what was going on right now, but soon her company would be gone. Either way, the fracking done by Double A Oil Company would end. But what about the other oil companies? Could she lead the way for them to stop?
“It’s okay, Catnip. For now, just let it go.” Tatum felt so warm against her, his strength keeping her safe.
If any men could stand up to an earthquake, it’s these three.
She leaned her head against Tatum’s chest. “I’ll stop it. I swear it.”
Chapter Six
Catherine Alexander, Gucci lover, spoiled rich daughter, and professed city girl was in love. Not only with three incredible men who had changed her life and her way of thinking but with their ranch. Aside from her butt hurting hours later, she’d had a blast riding over their land.
They’d pointed out places where they’d played as children. They stopped by the small family cemetery where John and Smoke’s parents were buried after they’d been lost in a fiery automobile crash. They’d showed her the small lake and the tree with the rope they’d used to sail out over the water and plunge into its chilly wetness.
She poured some wine into a glass then paused to study its maroon color. Dumping the wine down the drain, she put the bottle back on the counter then opened the fridge and got herself a beer.
“Me drinking beer. This is a major change for a girl who never drank anything except the finest wine and champagne.” But her choice of drink wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Almost as though she could feel it, she knew her heart had changed, too.
Where are they?
She leaned over the kitchen sink and gave the yard a good look. They’d gone out after dinner, telling her that they needed to visit Robin. She’d offered to go along, but they’d turned her down again.
Jealousy threatened to strike her, but she shoved it away. Not only were the men good guys who wouldn’t play her that way, but from what they’d told her about Robin—beloved local school teacher with a heart of gold but a pancreas filled with cancer—she knew Robin wouldn’t hurt her, either.
Shouldn’t they be back by now?
She took a swig of the beer. I’m not even using a glass now. Wow.
She was about to go into the living room and see what she could find on television when she saw a flash of white out of the corner of her eye.
What was that?
She set the bottle down and studied the yard outside. The motion-activated spotlight had come on near the barn. Alarm pricked at her nerves.
And then she saw it. A huge cat, much larger than any mountain lion, padded quickly out of the darkness and into the barn.
It can’t be.
Yet she was sure of what she’d seen.
Her body tensed as she stared at the barn. What should she do? Tatum still hadn’t given her a new cell phone, and the house didn’t have a landline. What about the horses? Should she find the shotgun and go to the barn to protect them?
Motion from the other side of the barn had her holding her breath.
Oh my God. It’s another one. Another big cat.
She stared harder, the shadows working against her as she tried to make out what kind of cat it was.
As it passed with lightning speed under the beam of the spotlight, she saw the stripes of black against the white.
It’s not possible. White tigers don’t live in Texas.
She stood stock-still, unable to move. Even with a shotgun, could she take out two tigers before one of them had enough time to attack her?
A third tiger romped from out of the darkness and into the barn.
No! They’ll tear the horses apart.
Helplessly, she watched the barn and listened. Yet, other than a few normal nickers, the horses didn’t make a sound.
I have to do something. But what?
Scanning around, she found what might work. If she could get to the pickup without the big cats seeing her, she could lay on the horn. If she was lucky, the loud noise would scare the tigers away. If she wasn’t lucky, if the noise only served to make the animals angry…
No. Don’t go there. You’ll be all right.
She had to save the horses. If not for the horses themselves, then for the men who loved them. Instead of taking the time to find the shotgun, she searched through the cutlery drawer and found the biggest knife she could. Taking a deep breath, her hand on the doorknob, she yanked the door open and darted outside.
Halfway to the pickup, she wondered if the m
en had left it unlocked.
Oh shit.
Her heart was in her throat by the time she opened the driver’s side door and hopped inside the cab.
I made it.
But was she safe in the truck? A tiger could easily smash a car windshield. She stared at the knife in her hand. How had she thought she could face down a tiger with only a knife? She dropped it onto the seat.
What now?
Her hand settled over the symbol of a horn on the steering wheel.
If this doesn’t go the way I hope, I’m screwed.
Don’t think about it. Just do it.
Sending out a small prayer, she slammed her hand down. The loud blare of the horn still startled her as she kept her gaze fixed on the barn entrance.
For more than a minute, she kept her hand fixed to the horn. Yet nothing happened. Had the cats gone out the back way? Or were they undisturbed by the noise?
Sweat dotted her brow. Should she run back inside the house and risk getting pounced on from behind? Or should she stay in the car and hope the cats wouldn’t see her?
Please, oh, please, oh, please. Where are you guys?
Almost as though in answer to her silent prayer, John strode out of the barn. Tatum and Smoke were right behind him. All of them stared at her, confusion etched on their brows. She was as confused as they were. Confused, yet relieved to see them.
Snatching up the knife, she shoved the door open, then flung herself out of the truck and raced toward them. “Watch out. They might still be inside the barn.”
“Who’s in the barn?” asked John. His stride didn’t falter one bit.
She skidded to a stop. “Didn’t you see them?” Her gaze darted to the barn and back again. “But you had to have seen them. You just came out of there.”
“Baby, what’s going on?” Smoke gathered her close, turning her to head back to the house. “What’s the knife for?”
She broke free of his embrace. “This doesn’t make any sense. You were just in the barn.”
“That’s right,” said Tatum. “And now we’re going inside the house.”
