“She’s coming over for an early dinner. Needs a soak in the bath first though. It was her plan at home, but Ortley talked her into doing that here. I can get that started. Can you let Kelser know that there’ll be five of us for dinner?” he asked and then walked out of the room to prepare the bath.
Curren had his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You know as well as I do that these types of cases are never cut-and-dried. Despite knowing that normally, Hagerty wouldn’t be involved with anything illegal, it’s pretty hard to allow our brothers’ woman to work there and be in this kind of potential danger.”
“We claimed guardianship of her together,” Presley said, feeling what Curren was, plus feeling out of the loop intimately with Isla. After reading all about her life, what happened to her then and how she suffered plus being in counseling, he felt guilty for assuming, like Curren had, that she was guilty of something. She really was likable, smart, and honest. This situation was fair for her to be in. He wanted to get to know her.
“Let’s put things aside for tonight and try to get to know her. We’ve been dicks and resistant, unable to admit we might have been completely wrong about her.”
“I don’t admit to anything, but I will do my part to help protect her as best we can. If she were my woman though, she sure as fuck wouldn’t be working in that real estate firm. God knows how many men hit on her and want her in their beds, Hagerty and Randy included,” Curren said and then pushed off the counter and walked out of the room.
Presley took a deep breath and exhaled. Curren was jealous already. Now Presley would worry about Hagerty and Randy hitting on Isla too. Maybe pretending to guide her or support her but then weasel their way in between her legs. He felt jealous, on edge, and that didn’t subside until thirty minutes later, when one very sexy, exhausted blonde walked into the house, appearing ready to collapse.
Isla could have fallen asleep on the huge Jacuzzi tub. She started to drift off just as she heard Montana’s voice as he entered the bathroom.
“Dinner is ready, sweetie,” he said to her.
She absorbed his attire, and how good he looked in the tight green T-shirt, blue jeans snug against his ironclad thighs. He looked sexy, and she smiled. “This was great. Thank you so much,” she said and slowly stood up.
He licked his lips as she wiped off the bubbles and then accepted the towel he held out. Before she could wrap it around herself, he helped and in walked Ortley.
“Better?” he asked.
“Oh, God, yes, thank you so much for offering the tub.”
“What’s ours is yours, baby,” he said, and she smiled but felt awkward, or like it was such a heavy statement.
She dried off, but then Montana cupped her cheeks and kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth as the towel fell, and Ortley pressed up behind her and suckled against her neck. He cupped her breast, and they started to feast on her, to slide fingers into her cunt, and made her come right there between them. She was panting for breath as Montana released her lips and lowered down to suckle against a breast that Ortley held out to his brother in offering. Then he kissed lower and lower until he got to her pussy. He lifted her thigh over his shoulder, and she held onto his head as Montana feasted on her cunt. When she felt the tongue swipe back and forth over her asshole and knew it was Ortley, she cried out her release. A moment later, two fingers penetrated her at the same time. One in her cunt and one in her asshole, they thrust them into her. Each held a hip and rocked against her until she moaned and cried out again and again. She nearly fell against Montana’s body as he eased mouth and fingers from her cunt and then kissed up the front of her body. Ortley kissed up the back of her body against her ass, her ribs, tickling her, making her giggle and then to her back and neck.
“Just a little preview until later,” Montana told her, and they hugged her.
A short time later, after she got dressed, she headed downstairs. When she got to the kitchen, she expected the men to be there, but instead Kelser, their chef, was.
“Good evening, Miss Everest. The men are outside by the patio. I’ll be serving dinner out there this evening,” he told her.
He was a nice-looking guy, close to the same age as the men if she had to guess.
“Please call me Isla. Is there anything I can help carry out for you?” she asked, and he squinted at her.
“That’s okay,” he said as he started to pick up a large covered platter.
“I don’t mind,” she said and approached, and began to lift one of the other platters. She turned, and he smiled as he started to head out and her back was toward the doorway when hands landed on her hips. She paused.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Curren asked her. His tone was fierce and hard, but he whispered against her ear. She felt his body, large, thick, and masculine against her body, and then he squeezed her hips.
“Helping,” she said, and he inhaled against her neck.
“Did you enjoy your bath?” he asked, and his lips touched her skin, causing tiny goose bumps to travel along her body. She shivered and her lips parted. She could feel the attraction to the man despite his attitude.
“Yes,” she said, and her voice cracked.
He slid his large warm hand along her belly to her hip bone, encasing her with one arm. He squeezed her to him. “You need looking after, but first an apology,” he said to her.
She let go of the dish and turned to look at him. He caged her in against the counter, stared down into her eyes with his piercing green ones. He was charismatic, sexy, experienced, and seasoned. The fine lines by his eyes from squinting, perhaps always seeming angry and on guard caused them. He stared at her lips.
“I apologize for the things I said the first night we met. There’s no excuse. I’m a hard man. A man who does not trust anyone, except my brothers. There were recent activities going on with business,” he said and squeezed even closer. He smoothed one hand up along her ribs to her breast but grazed it slightly and then cupped her cheek and jaw. “Again, no excuses. Let’s work on getting to know one another. Okay?” he asked and glanced at her lips, then back into her eyes.
Her head was tilted back because he was a little taller than Montana and Ortley. He stroked her lower lip and then leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Soft and tender, he meant to tease her. As he pulled back, he squinted, and she blushed, began to turn when he pulled her back to him and kissed her again. This time thoroughly as Kelser and the others brought out the other dishes of food, chuckling.
When he finally released her lips, he slid his hand along her shoulder to her hip and then her hand. “You’re unexpected, Isla,” he said and brought her hand to his lips, kissed her knuckles, and walked her outside to the patio. He held her possessively around her waist, his large, warm hand on her hip, and walked her over to an open chair between Ortley and Presley. She sat down, smiled at them, and then exhaled.
“A glass of wine, Miss Everest?” Kelser asked.
“Isla, please, and yes, thank you,” she said, and he poured her a glass of white wine before he walked back into the house.
Dinner went nicely and conversation flowed. Presley was surprised at how much Curren was talking to Isla and also informing her a little bit about business. She in return spoke about Germany a little, and then about a special place she used to go to as a kid. They walked toward the perimeter of the pool area to look out at the land and the moonlight shining over it. Soft music played in the background as Curren and Montana talked about an event in town on Saturday that Montana was working, and Ortley would be back from base and early morning instruction for.
Presley kept that possessive hold around her waist and pressed up against her back. She tightened momentarily and then exhaled as he smoothed his palm to her belly and kissed her shoulder. “Do you miss Germany?” he asked her and kissed her neck, absorbed the smell of his skin and the way she felt in his arms. She was slender, petite compared to him and his brothers. He felt protective of her, like she ne
eded guards.
“Sometimes I do, but I chose to stay here in the United States, and I love it, despite some of the problems along the way,” she admitted.
He gave her a little squeeze. “You feel safe with my brothers? With us?” he asked her.
She turned to face him and he held her gaze. “I do feel safe with you guys. I enjoyed tonight and I’m glad I didn’t insist that Ortley take me home and leave me alone for the evening.”
He stroked her jaw. “I’m glad you came here and that we’re getting to know you better.”
“You are?”
He squinted. “You don’t believe me?” he asked, and she looked away.
“It’s just that I don’t want you questioning who I am, that’s all. The accusations and—”
He pressed his finger to her lips and shook his head. “We were confused, on edge, and past experience has shown us the negative sides to some people.”
“You mean to women,” she countered.
“I apologize for making an assumption. For thinking that you were after one thing.”
“Your money? Yeah, well, I don’t care about your money. I make my own. I’ve handled my own things, my own finances, debts, and responsibilities on my own. You know, I have college loans still, so this job is important for me to keep because I have bills to pay. I didn’t ask for the stupid trouble at work. I just want to know when does my luck change so I can move on and live, be happy?”
“Maybe now, with the four of us,” he said and then pressed his lips to hers. He hadn’t expected the surge of desire, or lust, that deepened with the seconds that passed. Nor the way her feminine body felt in his arms, or how firm and round her ass was and big and full her breasts were. He explored her body with his hand, getting turned on by each inch of exploration. She was sexy, feminine, and he wanted her closer. As close as he could get her to him as he explored along her ass, squeezed, and pulled her snugger. He inhaled her scent, intoxicating, arousing. She ran her hand up his chest and one onto his arm she held. He moaned into her mouth, and when their lips parted, he pinched her nipple.
“Oh.” She gasped.
“You’re incredible, and your little attitude fired me up.”
“My attitude?” she asked, breathless.
“I like it. Too much,” he said and pressed his lips to hers again.
When she felt the second set of hands on her, she was shocked, and she knew it was Curren. He suckled against her neck, and she felt his palm maneuver under her skirt and right to her pussy. “Open for us. Show us you feel the same attraction we feel,” he said to her, and she did it.
That firm, hard tone of his voice did her in instantly. She stepped her feet apart, and Curren slid her panties down. They worked together and surprised her at how quickly they worked together. Curren pressed thick fingers into her cunt.
“Oh God,” she said and tilted back against his chest.
Presley undid the buttons on her top. “Holy fuck, Isla. Goddamn, you were made for us,” he said and lowered his mouth to her breast and the cleavage. He shifted the straps to her bra down to gain better access.
“Bring her to the couch in the cabana so we can all enjoy dessert,” Ortley commanded.
Curren gently removed his fingers out of her cunt, and Presley kissed her and lifted her up into his arms. He carried her past the pool and to the cabana. When he placed her feet on the floor in front of the large couch, she held onto him but looked at Ortley.
“Let them explore you like you let us. Get used to their touches, their desire for you,” he said to her as Presley and Curren divested her of her clothing.
“You’re incredible, Isla,” Curren said and placed her onto the couch. He and Presley spread her thighs. Their hands felt incredible. Their touch made her shiver and had her body reacting in anticipation.
Presley stroked along her groin and then to her pussy as he held one ankle. “You’re wet already. Look at how pretty her pussy is,” he said and eased a finger into her.
She raised her hands up only for Curren to grip them by her wrists and press them above her head. She lifted her torso. “Curren.”
“Relinquish all control to us. Let us pleasure you like you’ve done to our brothers. Like we had to listen to when you weren’t ours and we couldn’t join in,” he said, and it sounded like that had upset him. He lowered his mouth to her breast. She moaned and felt the chills roam over her body at the feel of his hot mouth against her sensitive bosom.
“Oh God.” She thrust upward, and Presley puffed.
“Isn’t she hot?” Montana asked, and he moved onto the couch. He cupped her other breast and the sight seemed to arouse Presley, as his eyes darkened and his expression appeared serious.
Presley fingered her cunt and replaced fingers with tongue. He ate at her, growled like he was enjoying and absorbing the feel and taste of her. Isla felt the atmosphere shift to an even higher level of desire and connection between them all. She could see the brothers exchanging glances, touching, stroking her in sync to one another, and it was all too much. She felt every sensation, thought of the desire, the unity with them all here together.
They’re mine. They can be mine if I can let go and trust them fully.
“She’s ours. All fucking ours,” Ortley stated, mimicking her thoughts. They feel it, too. Oh God they feel what I feel.
“I need a taste too,” Curren said.
Presley suckled her clit, hard, then slid his tongue out and kissed up her belly to her breast. He nipped her nipple and tugged.
“Presley.”
“Isla,” he said, and they chuckled.
Curren took Presley’s place. He glided his palms up and down her thighs spreading her. “Look at this tight asshole. You guys fuck this ass yet?” he asked and pushed a finger into her hole. She bucked on the couch.
“Not yet, just like we haven’t made love to her yet, only explored,” Montana said and then gently, tenderly kissed her lips.
She ran her fingers through Montana’s hair until Presley raised one arm up, restraining her to get better access to feast on her breast. Curren was shocked that his brothers hadn’t made love to Isla yet. She stayed the night though. How could they not have taken from this sexy body? He pressed his fingers to her cunt and thrust them into her. He watched the cream drip from her cunt.
Presley smiled. “She loves this, is turned on by the four of us feasting on her.”
“I think she needs cock in her. You want more, Isla?” Curren asked and then thrust his fingers faster into both holes.
“Oh God, please. Please,” she said and came again.
“Holy shit.”
“Not yet. Not until she says she wants all of us. Not until everyone is on board and committing to her,” Montana said, and he moved out of the way and let Ortley move into position.
“Ready?” Curren asked, easing fingers from her body. He locked gazes with her, and she looked at each of them.
Montana ran his palm along her breast, then to her cheek, and then back down. “Our sweet, sexy Isla is a virgin,” he said.
“What?” Curren asked in shock. His jaw dropped. He looked her over and so much changed in that instant. He felt aroused, excited, then as if he were too old for her and they weren’t good enough for her. It was a whirlwind of thoughts. She held his gaze, and Presley brought her hand to his lips.
“That’s true?” he asked. She nodded.
“So you see, it’s important we’re all on the same page here. That we all want Isla as our woman completely,” Montana said and then lowered his mouth and suckled her breast.
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