She felt Chase lift her and set her gently down on the seat next him before he slipped his jeans back on, not bothering with zipping them up.
She just sat there saying nothing as Donavan pulled over to the side of the road. She watched in a daze as they calmly changed places. She held her knees tightly to her chest as her pussy continued to seep her essence in anticipation. Her skin felt so sensitive, tingly all over. Her nipples had never been this hard as they pushed into her legs. Her whole body wasn’t hers anymore. She had no control.
She was caught off guard when Chase leaned over before getting out, capturing her lips in a kiss. Again, she found herself kneeling in the middle of the bench seat, having no recollection of getting there, with Chase’s palm fondling her ass possessively. He left her mouth to nibble down her neck to capture a nipple deep in his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him as her head fell back in ecstasy. She moaned in frustration when she was released suddenly, leaving her panting in need.
Donavan didn’t bother undressing, he just released his angry, blood-engorged cock and lifted her to straddle him, plunging her down until she felt the silky hairs at the root. He tunneled his hands through her hair and pulled her toward his mouth to plunder her moist, bruised lips in a hungry kiss. Her muffled cries seemed to trigger his aggression. He used one hand, keeping the other holding her to his lips, to take a nipple between two fingers and twisted it, making her inner folds suddenly clamp down on his cock. She felt her heart stutter as another orgasm blossomed from her center, splintering effervescently everywhere.
Her head rested on his shoulder as her pussy repeatedly rippled around his cock. She loved the feel of her breasts pillowed on his chest. Her nipples were pinpoints of pleasure as they lay against his rough shirt. She slowly touched his chest and arms, feeling the bulging muscles that heralded strength and power. She felt every inch of his body through his clothes as she snuggled against him. Her mind reeled at the intensity of her emotions. She never felt this sense of connection with anyone, let alone two men.
He helped her off his lap and slowly dressed her. She still trembled from all the sensations coursing throughout her body. Her pussy ached from all the overuse that it hadn’t had in years. She kept her attention on him as he helped her to dress. His expression made her quiver inside at the blatant look of lust.
“We need to talk,” Donavan stated. His hands adjusted her shirt to cover her stomach, but not before stroking a hand over the surface and tracing the area around her belly button, causing her stomach muscles to contract. He sat back, out of reaching distance, tucking his cock back into his pants.
“Am I really going to your ranch? I have a job that I have to get back to,” she said to both of them. She instinctively knew that her job was a thing of the past. These two men for some reason had her life in the palm of their hands.
“Baby, you are going to our ranch. We want you there very much. We have plenty of work that needs to be done, so you won’t be bored,” Donavan answered with steel in his voice, making it obvious that there wasn’t an alternative.
“How can this be happening so fast? I don’t even know you guys. I told Chase this isn’t me. I don’t even date let alone have sex with strangers. Oh, my God! I am not on any birth control, and I just had unprotected sex with two men several times.” She cried out in despair, covering her face with her hands as this surreal moment went over and beyond reality.
* * * *
Donavan gathered her back into his arms to rock her soothingly. He saw Chase watching them with concern. He shook his head and continued to murmur calming words into her ear. He reflected the depths that this woman had reached into his heart and mind so suddenly. They never had unprotected sex. Never. That they hadn’t even thought of it said something. Her body felt at home in his arms, and he didn’t want to release her ever. His heart had found its mate, and he knew from the connection with his brother that Chase felt the same way.
“Liana, that right there is saying something about what you mean to us. We never, in all our relationships with the women we have shared, ever went without protection. To not only have sex with you so fast after meeting you, but also to not even think about protection says that we both have fallen for you, however unbelievable that sounds,” Donavan whispered to her. He could see Chase nod in agreement.
Chase added, “We are not free with our emotions, Liana, but for some reason you have brought them to the forefront. Let us get to know each other, honey. We will see how this works out. Okay?”
She sniffed and looked up into Donavan’s eyes. “Okay, but no more unprotected sex. I don’t want a baby to be the reason I stay.”
Donavan smiled and cuddled her closer to him. The thought of his child growing even now made him very happy. They would get around the use of birth control. He understood her reservations, but he didn’t share them. Again, the silent communication between Chase and himself said it all in the devilish curl of their lips. She would never escape.
She was splendid. Her submissive response to them had every protective bone in him turn on full force.
She fell asleep enfolded in his embrace, right where she belonged. He let his hand wander over her clothed body, knowing what lay underneath. If he could get away with it, he would have her go naked all the time. Just the thought of all her generous curves on display for them to see all the time had him smiling in anticipation.
“We are going to have to come up with an explanation on why we suddenly have not just a horse but a woman coming home with us,” Chase said softly.
Donavan smiled. “I think the explanation we told Gabriella will work just fine. We have a concerned owner making sure her prized stallion is attended to. They had her sister come along to check things out. We, of course, couldn’t help falling for the delicious beauty. We are, after all, only human.” He laughed softly to not wake his captive.
* * * *
Her dream of twin phantom lovers chased her across Morpheus plains.
The steady jerk of the truck as it traveled down the entrance of the ranch brought her out of a sound sleep. The firm hand on her back told her she was still in Donavan’s arms. He lifted his hand to tunnel through her hair, claiming her lips in a slow, rich kiss filled with promise, bringing her fully awake. She clutched at him as his tongue dueled with hers and drew little moans of need from her. His hands, never still, roamed every hill and curve of her body, molding and teasing, until her skin was on fire. He broke away to rain kisses across her heated cheekbone and then to grasp an earlobe between his teeth. The spot turned out to be one of her sensitive areas as her whole body started to shiver in response.
“I found a sweet spot,” he whispered into her ear before continuing to nibble and suckle on her earlobe and neck. Her mewling sounds had Chase laughing from up front.
“Damn, I love those sounds she makes. I hate to interrupt, but we are almost at the induction barn. “Do you want Majesty there or to go directly to the stallion barn?” he asked as he slowed when he came to the fork in the driveway.
“Go to the stallion barn. It has better security, and I want him watched 24-7,” Donavan replied, still with his face nuzzling her neck.
He sat up and looked down at her. He traced a finger down her nose to her lips and used a thumb to stroke the moist bottom lip. Her tongue peeked out to give him a little lick, making his eyes darken in lust. He smiled wickedly, making her leery.
“That sweet tongue of yours is going to get a workout tonight when you take Chase’s and my cock deep into that lovely mouth of yours,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Oh, hell, yes!” Chase replied. They both laughed at her gasp of surprise.
Donavan helped her settle on the seat right next to him with a lot of touching and petting that had her trembling by the time they came to a stop. Her rosy cheeks and hardened nipples attested to success of his teasing. He grinned down mischievously into her upturned face, making her give a little laugh and turn away.
&n
bsp; These two cowboys were bringing her into a completely new sexual realm from anything she had ever experienced. She hoped that they wouldn't be disappointed with her inexperience. She wanted to please them in any way they demanded.
She used shaking hands to lift her hair and place the rubber band back in after finding it on the floorboard. She tried to calm down and collect herself as she saw several cowboys converge on the truck.
Her two men jumped out to greet everyone. Wow, she already considered them hers. Boy was she doomed, she thought to herself.
She stepped down from the Dually and made her way to the back of the trailer. She could hear Majesty blowing in nervousness. She slipped inside the side entrance of the horse trailer and approached the stallion's head to talk to him in a calming voice. She stroked his head and neck in a steady, firm caress that told him he was all right. She heard and then saw the trailer's back door lowering. She pushed him to back up and slowly got him to descend the ramp. He high stepped once he was on solid ground, very skittish of the new surroundings and sounds. She kept a steady hand on him as he gave a few stiff rears to let everyone know he was not happy.
She appreciated the cowboys keeping quiet and letting her calm him down. He finally settled after a while. She walked him around to get his legs back under him from the ride.
“Where am I putting his highness? I would recommend somewhere he can stretch his legs for a little bit,” Liana asked the guys, and was pointed to a high-fenced ring off to the side. She brought him to the gate, which opened for her by the helpful hand of a grinning cowboy that stared more at her breasts than at the horse. She blushed passing him, not used to the blatant desires some men projected. She let Majesty go and stood as he high-kicked a few times, probably thankful for the freedom. He nickered and snorted, throwing his head around and shaking his entire body before trotting over to her for a caress, which she lavished on him. She left him after a while, trying to get the nerve up to face the firing squad.
“Boys, this is Liana. She will be helping us out with Majesty for a while. Her family is the original owner, and they wanted to make sure he settles well. Mac, half ration tonight, and let’s get some water in there, but not a lot. Monitor him, and call up to the house if you have any problems,” Donavan said.
“Okay, boss. Do you want him stalled tonight?” Mac asked before he directed a man to get water.
“We’ll be by later, and Liana will settle him for the night,” he said to the surprised group of cowboys who looked at Liana in a different light.
Liana wanted to hide under a rock from all the attention she was receiving. She understood his reasoning in having her take care of the stallion, but from the looks on the faces of some of the cowboys, she was stepping on some toes. The mixture of lust and scorn said it all in their view of the female side of the species. She only hoped that they didn’t interfere with her care of Majesty. That she wouldn’t take.
Donavan, like a gentleman, helped her back into the truck before shutting the door and getting in himself. Chase hopped into the backseat and draped his hands over the seat, hiding the fingers that lightly played with her earlobe. She felt little goose bumps spread out along her arms as he teased her.
They traveled a little ways down the road in a comfortable silence. She kept glancing at Donavan from beneath her lashes as he maneuvered the truck along the gravel road, all the while Chase’s fingers along her ears and neck made her pussy clench and weep in anticipation. She was turning into a nymphomaniac, she thought. The two brothers were the epitome of sex gods in the way they made her feel and what they enticed her to do. She'd had more orgasms in the last eight hours than in the last five years put together.
The house, when it came into view, took her breath away. The sleek, grand lines of the main entrance depicted an old-world era of plantations and southern belles in hoopskirts. She expected any minute to see Rhett Butler walk down the steps of the entrance. She’d fallen in love.
“Oh, my God! The house is beautiful. I wasn’t expecting this at all,” she said as she stepped out of the truck. The man that came down the steps gave her a curious look. He changed places with Donavan and took the truck and trailer somewhere after Chase retrieved her bag and boots from the storage compartment. She knew that these two men were very wealthy, but it became startling clear just how rich by the overall grandness of the place. The barns and the house coupled with all the men working for them made her feel self-conscious and out of her depths.
“We’ll go into town tomorrow and get you some more clothes, baby,” Chase said as he tucked the boots under his arm and carried the duffel up into the foyer. The marble interior of the entrance was incongruous with what she had come to expect from her cowboys with its glistening, smooth surfaces and bright white walls. The puzzled look made them both laugh as they read her mind.
“This house was built long before we came here. The original owners were a bit eccentric, and we haven’t had the time or inclination to decorate much,” Chase said with a chuckle as he led the way down the hall to the grand, sweeping staircase that had her gasping in amazement.
They reached the top of the stairs and started down the hallway when Donavan cleared his throat. She turned a questioning look up to him as he stopped beside a door and opened it to usher her inside.
She was struck by the sheer size of the room at first. When different parts started to seep into her brain, she couldn’t stop the sudden pounding of her heart. The bed was the biggest she had ever seen, and the canopy drapes had the look of pure chocolate silk that she just knew matched the brothers' eyes. The carpet was a light coffee color that had her tennis shoes sinking deep into it lushness. The colors would have normally screamed masculine, but the decorations and canopy had a feminine tone that she loved. She trailed along the wall where the dresser sat and fingered the pictures and paraphernalia that were strategically placed on the surface. Chase’s hand intercepted her exploration and directed her to the bathroom.
The bathroom's interior was so luxurious that she was hesitant to step over the threshold. The marble from the foyer made its way to the bathroom in a lighter shade of chocolate and surrounded her as she walked the length to come to gaze upon the massive sunken tub. She fought the urge to twirl around in ecstasy at this sinfully indulgent room. She could spend hours just soaking in that tub.
She walked over to the double doors to look inside. The size of the room surprised her.
“Do people really own enough clothes to fill this?” she asked as she stepped inside and walked around the room’s walls, looking down the different aisles that had places for shoes, ties, jewelry, and drawers to hold anything you could imagine.
“This was the only thing we didn’t change in these rooms. We think the previous owners must have been clotheshorses. We figured with three people in here, we can fill this up,” Donavan said, startling her.
“Three?”
“Liana, we have always known that when we found the right woman we would be sharing her. Too many times, we have been in separate relationships when the women would either not like each other or would not understand the special bond that my brother and I share. Some woman can’t handle that,” Donavan replied as he moved toward her.
He took her hand and led her out into the main room. She walked alongside him with her hand securely enfolded into his hands.
The kitchen was filled with big, industrial-size chrome appliances that sparkled beside long countertops. Black diamond marble graced every surface and added a refined, elegant feel to the kitchen's overall sophistication. She settled onto one of the breakfast barstools that lined up alongside the end of the island in the center of the kitchen.
Chase opened the refrigerator doors and started pulling out the makings of sandwiches. The pile grew in the center of the island as he continued to pull things out of the cavernous refrigerator. Her eyes rounded as the mound of food grew.
“Uhmm, who is eating all this?” Liana asked.
“My question e
xactly,” said a strange woman’s voice. The short woman that came into the kitchen stopped with arms fisted at her hips. “Are you feeding an army, or did you suddenly decided to have a party?” she asked sarcastically, much to Liana shock.
“Gertie, my one true love, I was only trying to see what will be tempting for our guest,” Chase said, with his head still buried deep inside the fridge. He came out with several bags of fruit to add to the mountain.
“Liana, I would like you to meet Gertie. She is our amazing housekeeper and cook. Anything you need, just ask her, and it will be done,” Donavan said as he sat down at the counter.
“Hello,” Liana said hesitantly. She didn’t want to make the annoyed woman any madder. The smile turned her way dispelled any fears as mischievous eyes met hers before turning a frown to the man who had made the mess.
“Hello, my dear. Are you staying long?” Gertie asked as she sorted through the piles and tried to get some order to the food. She shook her head at the canned ham that she unearthed before placing it back in the refrigerator along with several other unusable items.
“She is in the master suite, Gertie,” Donavan said quietly. Gertie stopped everything she was doing and slowly turned to focus entirely on Liana.
Liana tried not to fidget as the eyes evaluated her, digging deep into her soul. Whatever the woman saw she must have liked because her smile got even wider. “I’m so glad the boys have found someone, dear. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Okay?” She came around the corner to enfold her into a hug.
Liana looked into Donavan’s eyes in panic as this strange woman hugged her. He smiled in approval. Between Donavan and Chase, they changed the subject and started asking questions about the day’s business.
“Well, that Mr. Williams came by while you were gone. He said he would come by later,” Gertie said in a disapproving voice. She apparently didn’t like Mr. Williams.
Chase grunted but didn’t add anything as he slathered mayonnaise onto pieces of wheat bread. He went about slicing tomatoes and onions while Gertie sliced roast beef. Between the two of them, they had sandwiches done in no time at all. It was obvious Chase was comfortable in the kitchen. It was just another facet to absorb in this weird relationship.
Thomas, Suzanne - Twin Pleasures (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 3
