Rope Me In Cerise DeLand Knights in Black Leather, Book One In Bravado, Texas, the men are good and plenty…and lonely. Not inclined to remain horny bachelors, the three MacRae brothers devise a plan to find one fine woman and get the good lovin’ they deserve. One gander at the new gal in town, charming Cara Ford, and the cowboys decide to do some old-fashioned courting. Then they’ll offer her a thoroughly modern deal—all three of them, just for luscious, lovely her. Cara has returned to Bravado to rebuild her life after cutting the cord to her selfcentered husband. One man was a pain. Why would she want to tie herself to three ranchers known for their wildcattin’, no matter how sexy? Undeterred, Jed, Harry and Will rope her into their daily lives, sweet-talk her into sharing their torrid nights, and set out to convince her that three hard-lovin’ men in bed is better than one.
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Chapter One Cara Ford hit the brakes as the river of water pushed her pickup truck sideways into a ditch. Whiplashing forward, she winced at the sound of the underside scraping against a boulder. The damn rickety truck teetered for a mind-rattling second, then righted itself. And held its ground. Cara grabbed a breath. One hand clamped to her wild heart, she cursed and noticed that the rain made her windshield wipers stutter to a halt. And yes, she realized as she turned the key in the ignition, not only were they done for, but so was her engine. What now? Think fast! Gulley-washers kill people within minutes. Thunder drummed across the brooding sky. Why had she believed the weatherman when he said showers today? She undid her seatbelt, stretching up to peer over the rim of her car door at the gush of rainwater cascading beneath her. The flood wasn’t deep enough to sweep her old heap down the two-lane highway but it was forceful enough to stick her here for the duration of the storm. And knowing firsthand how spring tempests and flash floods could wash away entire houses, even whole towns in the Hill Country, Cara realized she could be here for hours. All night, even. Hell. Welcome back to Texas, Cara. No time to fret here. She had to get the two boxes out of the back and into the cab. She doubted she had enough room for them and her inside this tiny front seat. Heck, by now the cardboard was soaking wet and she’d just push until she squeezed them in. She knew delivering the MacRaes their packages was the neighborly thing to do. And in the best shape possible, even if the sky had opened up and the rain slanted sideways. Not as though it was her fault the UPS man had given her the wrong boxes. But if she needed her silks and laces, the three MacRae men definitely needed their intriguing bits of leather. And she needed to see the intriguing MacRaes up close and personal. But if you can’t get inside, your well-laid plans will be washed away in this deluge. Glancing once more outside to see how deep the water was, she calculated that if the flow held steady, it wouldn’t rise over the tops of her knee-high boots. But would she be able to stand in the water without getting hurled downstream? And would her little pickup roll over without her weight to hold it in place? Only one way to know. Hand to the door handle, she was primed to spring herself loose when she froze. There, before her, a broad black animal glared at her over her hood.
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“Damn, buddy! Where’d you come from?” she demanded of the longhorn bull. He had run his fence, clearly. Spooked in the storm, she guessed. And the brand of the Rocking M on his rump told her precisely who he belonged to. The MacRae brothers. She frowned at the handsome hulk, horn span at least six feet wide, body of about two thousand pounds staring her down. Big and hunky, just like his three owners. Black-haired too, come to think of it. Obstinate as well, cuz he was not moving one gigantic muscle. So much for getting out of this truck. She’d be a fool to take a chance he wouldn’t run her to ground. Longhorns could be angels or devils. True, Cara had lived here in Bravado until age fifteen, but she’d been a townie and knew nada about livestock. For sure, she wasn’t eager to learn now. So it’s you and me, Blackie, my boy, out for the afternoon. As long as the water doesn’t rise, we could stay here, yards shy of where we should be inside that main gate of the Rocking M Ranch. She sighed. She’d get to the main house if she had to swim. She’d get dry and do what she came for. She’d get those three MacRae men to traipse down here and grab their own boxes, while she hoped for sunshine. Then, if she could withstand their legendary charm and their mouthwatering good looks without mooning over them as if she were a lovesick kid, she’d ask them to help her dislodge her pickup from this ditch. Afterward, she’d skedaddle down the road. She just wondered if they had opened her own shipment and admired the contents. She smiled, reminiscing about how as a pimply teenager she had drooled over the three young MacRae men. Now about in their mid-thirties, Jed, Harry and Will MacRae had become the town’s famous bachelors, rich as sin and, according to local female gossip, heartbreakers to boot. So why they needed the risqué contents of the boxes now miserably drenched in her truck bed beat her. But she would love to know, damn her curious hide. Love to use some of those nifty items with one of them. Or each of them. Now you are delusional. A clap of thunder jolted her in her seat. And Blackie curled his lip at the rumble too. Fuss all you want. As long as you don’t charge my pickup, we’re good. Another drumroll rent the sky. Lightning struck the earth as if it were a giant’s steps shaking the ground, her truck and her heart. She zeroed in on the bull’s unhappy face. The animal snorted at her. Then he bent his head to her truck. She gripped the steering wheel. No. No, no, don’t charge. Over the beat of the rain, she heard an ear-splitting creak and the groan of iron. The main gate with the huge Rocking M logo yawned wide. From the gathering fog, a lasso whirled into her line of sight. Then another twirled in the air. Cara wiped at the vapor on her window, not believing what she saw. But wow, was she glad she did.
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Two big cowboys on huge quarter horses whooped as they each sank a rope over the horns of their animal. Then they urged it around and away from her puny truck, through the open black iron gate. Her truck door swung wide and the rain poured in. Soaked through in an instant, Cara sputtered, registering two strong arms pulling her sideways. Suddenly she was ass over teakettle, hair and clothes sopping wet, eyes dead ahead on the immediate view she had to admire. Had to smile. Rain, ditch, dead truck and longhorn notwithstanding, she was gazing at a wet, form-fitting, denim-clad set of the tightest buns she’d glimpsed in years. Ah. The MacRaes. Her insides bubbled with glee. Which one? her mind demanded. “Does it matter, girl?” her Aunt Bree would probably ask in this very situation. “They are so easy on the eyes. Such beautiful, horrible men.” Whatever that meant, Cara mused as her captor took to jogging down the driveway and jarring every tooth in her head. She beat on his back. He swatted her behind and yelled at her. Beast. What was with these three? She didn’t recall them as mean. Not in any way. In her tender teenage years, she’d sighed over them for their looks and their happy-go-lucky ways. Even her old childhood girlfriends still living here had pretty much the same description for the three tall, swaggering cowboys. Some just described them with platitudes like “bachelors”. “Sweet treats”. “Available”. Her best pal, Eva Cordona, had been more specific, calling them “pussy bait”. But only one would elaborate beyond a few words or a wave of a hand. Skylar Freemont told a tale of having been propositioned years ago by Jed to make love with him and his brothers in a four-way. Skylar had given them a “hell no” and run off, scared out of her wits to try it. Cara’s imagination tried though. Rich it was too. Hot and sweaty. Just what a divorcée needed to liven up her pathetic celibacy. Finally, now, Cara could glimpse the brothers’ lifestyle. See if that last deliciously decadent rumor might have roots. True, slung over the shoulder of one of them as if she were some drowned cat was not how Cara would have pictured renewing their slight acquaintance. She tingled at the memory of dancing with Harry last Friday night at the local dancehall. Harry, the second oldest, with his powerful bod had surprised her with his dexterity on the floor and his statement that he’d call her this week to make a date for dinner. His younger brother Will had taken her out for the two-step and kept her laughing at his jokes through the entire tune. She’d met the eldest, Jed, last week in town. Six inches taller than she and built like a woman wanted a man, he was a prime piece of Texas male. Built just like his brothers with shoulders to shelter a girl, eyes to adore her, big hands to hold her and pleasure her. 6
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Cut that out. She frowned at herself, getting a sore tummy and probably bruises too, where she bounced against this MacRae’s shoulder. How far away was their house from the highway? She’d complain about this. Let them know she was not easily manhandled. She wasn’t interested in becoming any man’s docile little mate ever again. But wow did she want to be some worthy man’s bedmate. That’s why she’d come today. No man in town appealed to her hungry libido like any one of the MacRae boys. She had to learn more about the Beautiful Horrible. Why they still appealed to her after all these years. Why she fantasized about them in her bed at night. Did each brother have a female interest at the moment? Did they want one? And why the “horrible” nickname? Did they run drugs? Guns? Catch rustlers on their spread and boil them in oil? What was beautiful about that? And why was everyone in town in on the secret? And she wasn’t? But she was being carried up to the house, wasn’t she? Rescued by the illustrious MacRae brothers. Reclusive and oh so ornery, the men of Clan MacRae ran the biggest cattle ranch in Bravado County. Men respected by the other men in town. And lusted after by the women, married and single. Sounds like a win-win afternoon to me. I get my boxes of French lingerie plus a little private time with the three men I could crave through flood, lightning and hell.
***** Jed MacRae shoved open his front door with his foot and upended his burden with a move that had Cara Ford weaving in front of him. “Whoa, baby!” He caught her by her shoulders, steadying her as the two of them dripped all over one of his mother’s fine oriental carpets. “Tough day, huh?” “Yeah, for me and your longhorn,” she managed, one hand shoving back her long, blonde hair plastered to her pretty head. “How’d you know I was out there?” He chuckled as he preceded her down the hallway past their home office toward the country kitchen and the fire he and his brothers had laid earlier this morning. “Surveillance cameras. Batman is afraid of thunder.” “Batman?” “Our big fella out there.” He turned, caught her admiring his ass in the skintight jeans and grinned at her interest in him. “He runs the damn fences every time he hears a clap from heaven.” She flushed, caught in the act of sizing him up. But she smiled, her soft brown eyes as big as chocolate Kisses on him, hands rubbing her rib cage, looking a little dazed from her journey up the driveway. “You have cameras on him?”
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Well, Jed wasn’t going to tell her the full set of reasons why they had cameras at all entrances to the Rocking M. He tugged at her arm to resume their path to the warmest room in the big old house. “He is our prize boy. Worth about twenty grand, give or take. But in general, we just like to be able to see who comes calling on us.” “Smart,” she said as they made their way toward the kitchen. “Can’t open the gates to just anyone,” he clarified. Their family business and their fraternal pleasure were not anyone else’s concern. “You have a lot of visitors, I guess, what with your prize cattle and insemination programs.” “We do. Come on over to the hearth and drip on this carpet a few minutes. I’ll get you a towel, but I’d say you should get out of those clothes fast. Take a shower.” Her gaze spanned his chest before she locked eyes with him. “Thanks for the hospitality, but I’ll just get dry here, Mr. MacRae.” “Jed,” he corrected her. “And I’ll call you Cara, if you let me. We know each other from back in the day. And we met at the feed store last week, remember?” “Oh I do,” she murmured, her expression dreamy, as if she were memorizing the shape of his nose and lips. Good. You’re interested all right. Just like you were years ago. “Joel Winthrop introduced us.” “My cousin,” she added, “on my mother’s side.” “So I hear.” Jed put up a hand to hold off her objections before he headed for the recently modernized bathroom off the country kitchen. He knew more about her and her new addition to her Aunt Bree’s store than he’d bet she knew about him and his brothers. He and his two brothers had grilled Joel, among others who had known Cara when she was a kid. But Jed didn’t have to ask too much to recall how pretty she’d been back then. How young she’d been. Now? She was lovelier yet, no longer jailbait and, according to what he’d learned in the past few days, she’d been insulted and disheartened by a man who had sought to control her. Jed and his brothers wanted to take a turn at improving her opinion of men in general, and all three of them in particular. If she’s ready. And willing to try new ways to please him, his brothers and herself. He grabbed two towels from the bathroom and returned to stand in front of her. “We’re a tight-knit town here in Bravado.” “Yes. I keep forgetting,” she told him as she dropped a towel over her head. “Everyone knows everyone else.” “Sometimes too well,” he acknowledged. Time to let her see what he did know about her. “Paris and New York are too big for everyone to keep tabs on all the neighbors.” She stopped rubbing her head and looked up at him. Her full lips parted in surprise that he had learned where she lived for the past few years. And he nearly went to his 8
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knees just imagining how that pretty pink mouth would feel under his. Lush and giving. Damn, slow down, man. You’re tickled she’s here. Thrilled this little mix-up with the packages brought all of you together sooner than you planned. Just don’t rush her. She’ll buck. Instead, she shook her head. “Paris and New York were certainly too big for me.” “How’s that?” He had a good idea, but he wanted her explanation. “Too much traffic, too much conflict. Too impersonal. I need a simpler way of living. Kinder people.” He hoped she also needed a kinder man. He had three in mind. “Let me help you.” He grinned at her, giving her a sample of the gentleness she needed to accept his mastery. Reaching out, he rubbed the soft terry cloth over that wealth of pale champagne hair. She pulled away, but not before he got a good feel of the perfection of her scalp. Oh yeah, Cara Ford. You might be interested in a man, but that hubby of yours made you skittish. Not all men who want to dominate a woman are cruel. Fingers clenching so as not to seize her right then and there as if he were a caveman, he stepped backward. “Hold up a minute here. I’ll go grab something so you can get out of those clothes.” She snorted as she bent over to dry her long hair before the fire. “I doubt anything you have will fit me.” True. What if you wore nothing? Jed grinned like a satyr. Taking the far hall to the wing that housed each man’s bedroom plus the new bigger room for playtime, Jed wondered what the hell to take to her. Jeans? No, ours are six inches too tall. The hips too slim to surround those sweet curves. The asses too flat to cup her firm cheeks. And their shirts would drop past her knees. Not exactly useful or warm. So what’s the plan, man? Rounding the corner of his own bedroom, he grinned at the new king-size bed, then stopped in front of his closet. He hitched his hands on his hips and examined his clothes. Every item that hung inside here was almost a duplicate of his brothers’ racks. Time-worn Levi’s and tees, chaps, boots, a few pairs of trousers and starched white shirts. Finally, hand to his bathrobe, he grabbed the heavy black terry and turned for the kitchen. When he arrived, he stopped at the threshold. The sight of her made his cock rise to attention. She looked like an X-rated goddess, petite compared to their huge Scots MacRae proportions. She was drenched through, her nipples poking at her white cambric shirt, jeans molded to her small waist, her face so fair without makeup, her eyes large as if she were a porcelain doll, her hair wound up in the turban exposing her elegant neck. And she was staring at her two boxes that sat upon their circular kitchen table. As if startled by a glimpse of him, she blinked. “You do have my shipment.” “We do,” he assured her in his smoothest come-to-papa voice. Then he strode toward her. “I brought this for you. It is the only thing I could find that might work.”
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She looked at it as if it were a handful of snakes. “Your bathrobe doesn’t seem…” “Decent?” He shrugged. “The only thing I know is that you have to strip off those wet clothes and get dry and warm or you’ll be down with pneumonia in a heartbeat.” She looked skeptical. “No more arguments.” He put his hands to her shoulders and turned her toward their newly remodeled bathroom. “Go down the hall to the bath. First door on the right. Take a shower. A hot one. There’s a hairdryer in the cabinet. Get warm. Then come back. It’s almost suppertime and we’re having a beef stew Harry made. And a good cabernet to go with it. You need both.” She snatched his robe from his fingers, then glowered at him. “I’m sold on the shower. And your dinner and wine, but I have a bigger problem.” “Yeah?” You’re telling me, baby. He had to let her lead him for a while, didn’t he? Just so she’d learn that he was an easy man to live with. In some things. “What’s that?” “My pickup truck is dead. The ditch gouged the undercarriage. And in the back are your packages. I’m afraid, Jed, they must be soaked through, surely ruined by now. I wanted to bring them to you and exchange them but—” “The storm did the rest of the work. I know.” He gave her hand a consoling squeeze. “It’s okay.” “Not really,” she said, sounding forlorn. “You took better care of mine than I did of yours.” “That’s okay.” If we three show you we can take good care of you, you’ll take care of us in ways you could never imagine. “They can be replaced.” “I’d like to compensate you for the damage.” “Money?” he named the obvious. But what he and his brothers wanted from her could not be bought. Anywhere. On any market. “We’d never accept it, Cara.” “But it’s only fair.” “You couldn’t predict you’d get caught in a storm.” “No, but—” “You want to make it up to us?” He’d lead her in the direction he and his brothers needed her to go. Had planned for her to go. Long before the packages got mixed and the rains came. “I do. Let me.” I will. “Go take that shower. Shampoo too. Get a clean comb and hairbrush from the linen closet and then come back to drink our wine and eat dinner with us.” “I am grateful. My pickup is a wreck. And I’m afraid I can’t go home until I get a tow truck out here.” She rolled her shoulders in discomfort as a streak of lightning lit up the room in brilliant flashes. “I hate asking favors, but if I could stay until the storm passes and I can call someone to come—”
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“Stay as long as you want, Cara. We have a guest suite back through the bathroom.” We’re ready for you. Have been since Sunday when Harry bought the soap scented with verbena. Wanted to start out with a slow seduction of dinner, dancing, movies, whatever makes your heart sing, but you coming to us makes it easier. “Plus Harry is a good mechanic. Once the storm passes, he’ll hitch up the tractor and haul your truck up the road into the maintenance barn. He’ll take a look.” “Thank you, Jed. This is wonderful. I hate Texas rainstorms.” She rubbed her upper arms. “Unpredictable. What with flooding and lightning, they can be nightmares.” “Tornadoes frighten the bejesus out of me. Think this could become one?” “No word of that.” “Weathermen have been known to be wrong.” “Amen to that. Ever been caught in a twister?” She nodded. “When I was fifteen, yes. Terrible. Our house was blown away. It’s why my family moved to Dallas. But maybe it won’t get that bad today.” “You’re safe here. This house is solid stone. Hasn’t moved an inch in forty years.” “Thanks,” she said, looking relieved. “One thing though. I do need to call my Aunt Bree and tell her where I am. She’ll worry, I know, but my cell phone has no service in this mess. Do you—” “Sorry.” He gave her a consoling smile. “Last time I checked, the landlines were out too.” Now she looked truly scared, her eyes darting around the brightly lit kitchen. “But your lights?” He zeroed in on her tight facial expression. “We have our own generator for the ranch. No worries.” “Oh good.” She visibly relaxed. “Go.” He pointed toward the bathroom he knew she would love. He beamed at her and at the set of circumstances that put her where she was meant to be long before the plans to bring her here. “You need to strip and bring me those clothes for the washer and dryer.” “You men cook, clean and do laundry?” She chuckled. “A woman’s dream.” “We do for ourselves. Always have since our parents passed. Now get in there so you can come be the center of attention at our table. We don’t often have a beautiful woman to dinner.”
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Chapter Two The bathroom, like the kitchen, had recently been updated. Cara stood in the center of the spacious room, noting the ivory and gold travertine stone tile on the walls and the subtle pink glow of recessed lighting in the ceiling. Beneath her feet, even in her clammy boots, she could feel the comfort of the radiant heat reaching up to her from the floor tiles. But her heart pounded at the sight of the huge circular tub with Jacuzzi jets that sat in the center of the floor two steps up on a dais. One person could almost swim in its expanse. A tinge of excitement zinged up her spine at the idea that the tub was meant for more than one. She tore her gaze to the far wall, which was, in its entirety, a glass-enclosed walk-in shower. Jets sprang from the tiles mounted at various heights and angles to spray a bather over every curve and plane. Like the tub, numerous people could fit into that space and wash together. The idea sent shivers of excitement from her skin deep inside to her pussy. What if the MacRaes’ offer to Skylar of a multiple had not been a whim, but one of their regular practices? What would it take to have one of these men offer that to me? I’d grab the opportunity. Right. And you need your head examined. How would you know what went where with three men in bed with you? Oh for the chance to learn! She snorted. Rueful at the remote possibility she’d get an invitation, she glanced at the white fluffy bath towels piled everywhere along the edge of the tub, on a huge white linen chaise longue and on the wall-length counter with four sinks. She lifted her nose to inhale the heady bouquet in the air. Picking up one of the creamy bars of soap, she blinked. They were scented with verbena and roses. Her favorite fragrances. How uncanny was that? She would not question it though. How could she when she felt as though she was in some fresh, luxurious heaven? Enjoy your good fortune. Okay, why not. She sat in the wide chaise longue that could certainly hold two and quickly tugged off her wet boots and socks. She stood, not wishing to wet down the beautiful upholstery on the chaise more than she had. Then she went after the rest of her clothes. Peeling off her jeans and shirt, she struggled with the tiny clasp of her French demi-bra, then slithered out of her silk panties. At once she caught the picture of herself in the full-length mirrors that lined the third and fourth walls of the bath. Her cheeks were flushed. Her nipples hard. Her mind running around in circles, seeing
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herself with Jed, naked, plastered to him here in this beautiful room. Charming Jed MacRae is to blame for that, of course. He could raise any girl’s color. The way he looked at her was nerve tingling. Like he is going to have me for supper instead of Harry’s stew. She felt a swelling in her poor neglected pussy. I could get used to a man running his eyes over me as if I were his prize. Stop that. That kind of affair is for novels. Not the real world. Seriously. What would I do with a man like that? Take him to bed. A man who was used to control? That didn’t work out so well the last time you found a man who demanded he lead in bed and every other aspect of your lives. There were reasons for that. Cara knew them as her own personal litany of woes. Jeff had deliberately covered his basic nature, misjudging her, perceiving her to be easily led. “Malleable,” he had said, laughing and announcing how he found the trait “useful”. That revelation he delivered on their first wedding anniversary. By then, Cara had already spent sleepless nights sorting out why she had ever thought she loved this petty, self-aggrandizing creature. Downing the last of her wine, she rose from her seat in the restaurant on the Rue de Faubourg and poured the water pitcher over him. As he cursed, water dripping indelicately from his nose, Cara took a taxi to their apartment, packed and left him. The MacRae brothers were nothing like Jeffrey Montfort. Thank god. They were rough and ready men in chaps and boots, not corporate raiders in undertaker suits. The MacRaes were ranchers who wrestled earth and stone and water to raise cattle and horses. They were not manipulators of stocks and bonds or leveraged assets. They worked the land, not mythic mounds of cash. The MacRaes were the salt of the earth types who Cara remembered from her childhood for their grit and their humor. They were the kind of men she wanted to live among. So what if Jed and his brothers were known as jungle cats, bedding whomever they pleased? Her cousin Joel had told her that they were looking for the right women to marry. According to the townsfolk, the three MacRaes had shopped for mates all over the Hill Country, even north to Dallas. The upshot was they came home empty-handed, though they spread their fame as demanding and energetic lovers to all they favored with a roll in the hay. Nothing wrong with that. A lot right with it, in fact. What I wouldn’t give to try each of them out. She jumped, recalling a friend of hers in Paris who lived with two men and took them as lovers, all three of them together. The concept had shocked Cara, but titillated her too. Yet the reason she envied her friend most was that her lovers were tender with her, kind and mature about their arrangement. Jealous rages, declared her friend, never occurred. Cara imagined herself as her friend in bed with three men. She stared at her reflection, dreamt of Jed MacRae’s heavy-lidded jade eyes and saw what thoughts of 13
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him did to her body. Her pink nipples were now as hard as stone, aching with need. Her pussy was flooding. Her knees, wobbly. She brushed her fingers over her plump mound. She kept it freshly waxed and bare, just the way she liked it, making it easy for her to try on lingerie she considered buying for her new store. But her pussy was also bare so that she could easily pleasure herself. Watch herself delve inside, feel her own heat and bring down her own juice. She could get off on a fantasy. Had done it so often this past year since her divorce that she was an expert at what she wanted…no, craved to come quickly. Who needs a man? She shivered at the image of having Jed MacRae on his knees before her here, eating her demanding cunt. Licking her. Laving her. Making her swollen and red. Wanting him because he was a gentle lover, responding to him because he was careful and inspired to be ardent with her. She pulsed to that fantasy. She parted her thick labia and admired her scarlet hot channel in the sumptuous mirror. Then she found her clit and tapped it. She trembled with anticipated joy. What the hell. Giving in to the urge to make herself come, she twirled her fingertip over the top of her quickly turgid clit. She gasped, pinching her tight little button and moaning when she realized she still pictured Jed doing this, biting her bud, scraping his rough tongue over her nub and sucking on her fat, juicy labia. She walked forward to the mirror, tipped up her hips and inserted a finger in her channel. Oh god, she loved coming. For herself, by herself. She was never, ever disappointed, always so damn fucking pleased with her own care of herself. Jeff had never satisfied her. She went after her climax as if she were a devoted libertine then, stroking and petting her clit, driving her fingers as much as she could, up inside her pussy and loving the silken sounds of how much cream she could make for herself. In a minute, she was on the edge—filled, swollen, pounding and thrown over the precipice into momentary bliss. If it was too short, if it was too lonely, she didn’t dwell on that. She couldn’t afford it. She’d once given her heart to a man who used it and threw it away. She vowed she’d never give another man the chance to control her like that. No sir. She strode into the lavish shower. Instantly, automatically, four of the jets turned on. Just at the height of her nipples. Great fun! Three others were just at the height to hit her labia, which she promptly opened to let the water release any lagging desire from her pussy. She stood in the shower for god knew how long, refreshed and ready to enjoy her evening with three men who had rescued her and now would feed her. But as for sex? I don’t need a man to satisfy me. As for taking a MacRae? That might be more trouble than the sex would be worth.
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***** Jed could hear Harry and Will stomping up the covered back porch, their boots dropping on the wooden floorboards as they removed them so as not to track mud and water inside. Harry opened the kitchen door and came in first, his straight black hair bound back at the nape in a string of Comanche rawhide. Will, broader, built like a heavyweight wrestler, was right behind. “Hey,” Harry greeted Jed, his pale blue eyes scanning the kitchen for Cara. “How we doing here?” “Good.” Jed nodded toward their new bathroom, then continued to set the table for dinner. “Getting showered and changed. Slow and easy does it.” “Does she have any ideas of what we had planned for her?” Will asked Jed, skeptical after years of looking for a woman to bed and wed that any one female could satisfy his hunger for lusty sex. Jed chuckled at his youngest sibling. “Not yet. Let her learn us slowly. We researched her well.” “Yeah. With a helper she might not thank if she ever finds out.” Will nodded. Jed agreed. “We’ll cross that bridge if we ever come to it.” Will smacked his lips. “She is even sweeter up close and personal. I’d hate to blow this to hell now that she’s here. Good thinking to keep her box and hope she’d deliver ours.” “She’s intrigued, for sure,” Harry confirmed. “But shy.” “It’s not like we have no experience courting women,” Will pointed out. Harry stared at him deadpan. “Ya think? Seems in the last few years all we found were the ones who’d slept around so much, they’d catch fire if they didn’t sweat.” Will took a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. “Remember the one in Dallas who turned out to be a professional roller derby gal?” He took a long drink as the other two groaned. “Hell in high heels. Mean as a bobcat.” “Her IQ equaled her bra size,” Harry confirmed. “My personal fave was the conniving redhead in Waco who hustled us all the time to shoot pool before she let us take her to the private room and play with her. Lost two months’ wages to her.” Will choked on laughter. “Look at it this way. She inspired you to improve your game.” “Not judging my women by their hair color any longer, am I? No. ’Nuf said.” Will scowled. “I want a woman who’s real. No three-dollar wigs or false teeth.” Harry grimaced. “None were that bad.” “No, but you get me.” Jed crossed his arms. “So yeah, we went hunting in the wrong places and came home sorry. We wised up. Looked in our own backyard. Checked first for character.”
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“We’ve still got work to do. Cara’s been abused,” Will said with disgust. “Her asshole husband used his mouth on her and that’s a heavy load to take from her.” “Underneath, she’s right as rain,” Jed declared. “Needs a little gentling, that’s all.” “So we’ll give her a hand up,” Will said. “Hmm.” Harry widened his eyes. “Maybe more than a hand.” “She’s got some spunk and sass to her all right,” Jed acknowledged. “And she might not be a natural submissive.” “Fine by me,” Will retorted. “But with her interest in lingerie and the way she lights up around us, I’d say she’s up for sex with boys and toys. She’s got an eye for us. So maybe we can help her out of her funk after Mister Ball and Chain. Not knowing anything finer existed, she let her instinct lead her to get hitched to the wrong kind of fencepost.” Harry frowned at the hallway toward the bath. “Hope to god we can change that.” Jed smiled. “If you have patience with her, Harry, and Will, if you can show her some of that Jolly Green Giant brawn, we’ll light her fire.” Harry elbowed his brother. “Right. Let’s get cleaned up so we can show her what gentlemen can do for her. And you,” he tsked at Jed, “stop being housemother here. Go get yourself all bright and sparkly. I want to sit down and get to know her in the best circumstances.” “I’ll go. But you two need to have some time with her alone. I’ve already made my impression. Laid the groundwork for us. But I told you, I’ll not make first claim on her just because I’m the oldest. Or the first to have some regular time with her.” Will slicked back his unruly black curls and laughed for the first time in months. “If we get this right, we’ll each get a chance to show her how good we can be.” Harry grinned. “Then we’ll go for the gold.” Jed agreed. “Get a move on. She’s here for the duration of the storm. If it stops any time soon, we’ve lost the best chance to show her we’re human.” “And if it lasts all night?” Harry waggled his slashing black brows in anticipation. “We might have a strong chance to entertain her for more than supper.” “Hope, as Ma used to say, springs eternal,” Jed told him. “Go!” The two men cast a glance in the direction of their new bathroom, then turned for their respective bedrooms. Each new room had an en suite bath, smaller but similar to the big one they had designed to share with one perfect woman. They had made an agreement when they hatched this plan to find a lover who pleased them, physically and emotionally. No one brother would be any more important than the others. If this was to work, the woman they courted to become their lover had to see each man for himself, each one equal to the others, each one unique and valuable. Each man a brother who loved his other two, and needed one terrific woman to make them all happy together.
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Sure, it had taken them nearly a year to plan the remodeling, another to execute it. Then, though they had discovered a few candidates to fill their particular role of sub and lover, they had not found any one woman they agreed to for all of them. Only when they learned about Cara’s return and remembered her as a kid who dogged their heels around town did they decide that she was a good possibility. When they learned more about her—and her marital disaster—they knew she was a prize worth cultivating. Jed shook his head as he opened up the new French-style stainless refrigerator and pulled out the salad fixings. He liked her, for certain. What they had been told about her was right. She was sweet and smart. Wary of men though. Her ex’s fault, the asshole. But Jed and his brothers hoped they could win her over with a gentle hand and the lure of three lovers who’d care for her as if she were spun sugar. God knew his cock twitched to savor her every time he set eyes on her. He bet odds that lush little body would fit him and his brothers to a T. “Now to find out if you like sex as much as we do. And if you like it often and varied, with a touch of leather on the side.”
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Chapter Three “Harry.” Cara grinned at him with her big baby browns alight after tasting his stew. “You are one fine cook.” “Thank you, Cara,” he told her, wondering how he could distinguish himself from his brothers in this quest to seduce her. If food was the way to a woman’s heart, Harry would don an apron and cook for her every day. “How did you learn this?” Harry threw her a winsome look. Keeping his gaze from the dangerous vee of her cleavage in the damn robe had been his challenge for the past hour. Keeping his mind from what lay beneath the fabric had been a war he’d lost. His poor cock, strangled in his skintight jeans, told him so. “Cooking for these two cowhands is demanding.” “Hard to please, are they? You could hire a woman, couldn’t you?” she joked with him, her cheeks blushing with the words. “To cook, I mean.” Paris and New York had not taken the sweetness out of her basic Texas nature. Neither had a verbally abusive husband. Harry leaned across the table and squeezed her hand, fast and friendly like, just to heighten the effect of all this testosterone appreciating her fine bod and conversation. “We thought about that but we didn’t want to hire a housekeeper who might not like the changes we intend. And truth is, we prefer just us here. I like to cook and these two cowboys demand the best. Our mama was a great cook. So we were raised on fine vittles.” “Took him about five years,” Will offered with pain in his eyes, “to perfect Ma’s biscuits.” Jed groaned. “They tasted like the Sonoran desert.” Will put a hand to his stomach. “And felt like he’d snuck buckshot in the batter.” Laughing, she put her napkin to her mouth to keep from sputtering all over the table. When she’d taken a sip of the wine and recovered enough, she said, “You’ve certainly got a swell place to work in. I haven’t seen a kitchen so well appointed since I last watched HGTV.” Harry checked Will’s and Jed’s expression, then asked, “Shall we tell her the truth?” Will flinched. Jed stared at him, horrified. Hell, not that much truth! “We saw a few episodes of that and it’s how we decided to renovate.” She snorted. “You are kidding me, right?”
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“Not a chance,” Jed confirmed, clearly relieved that Harry’s revelation was about the kitchen. “We go for pretty surroundings. Out on the land, life is raw. A man needs a bit of beauty when he comes home.” Jed’s words were not lost on her, because her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Men who watch home remodeling on TV,” she mused. “I am in a new world.” Got that right, honey. Harry lifted his chin at her half-finished bowl of his beef stew. “Eat up. You’re a growing gal. And we have apple pie for dessert.” “Apple,” she mouthed, her eyes twinkling with the very idea. “Pie,” he finished. “To eat with you boys, I’ll have to get on my treadmill for twice as long.” Harry met her soft brown gaze with his own and drowned there a good long while. “Honey, stick with us and you won’t need that treadmill at all.” She stared at him, her mouth dropping open, getting his implication. His brothers scowled at him. “Don’t mind him,” Jed told her. “He was dropped on his head as a baby.” “Harry works better with machines than humans,” Will added, rounding his eyes at him in warning. Harry harrumphed. “They’re jealous cuz the best they can manage is to talk to the cattle. Women need more eloquence.” Will objected. “Hold on there. I talk a good game. Besides, simple is better.” “Yeah,” Jed put in. “That’s why you haven’t been to a library since you graduated Texas Tech.” “I have an e-reader. You boys still use that paper stuff.” Will sniffed. “Plus, you have no idea what I have on my bookshelf.” Harry winced. “The dictionary would be a good start.” “Library is too far away,” Will went on, zeroing in on Cara and giving a fake cold shoulder to Jed and him. “They’re in need of money for repairs and a new librarian. The last one left when she got married to a visiting Fuller Brush salesman.” Cara chuckled. “Fuller Brush salesmen are still around? Who knew?” “Will is pulling your leg,” Jed told her. “Maria Werner who was our head librarian married a man who came from Austin to investigate the water shortages.” Cara tipped her head. “You don’t have water?” “The rains have been poor,” Will told her. “Half normal deposits,” Jed added. “Creates problems. A lot of them. Some in the county have dry wells. They have to buy their drinking water, rent a motel room so they can take a shower and even take their wash to the town laundromat.” “That’s terrible,” Cara said. “I had no idea. Aunt Bree hasn’t uttered a word.”
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Will huffed. “In town, you folks are on the city system and your rationing is not as strict. Out here on the range, ‘water rights’ are fightin’ words. Jed knows firsthand because he’s on the County Water Board.” “Jed here is becoming our family legal eagle in action.” Harry decided it was time to take them to the other shortage they had. “We also have a woeful lack of females in this county.” “With so many good-looking men?” Cara asked with a winsome look. “How did that happen?” “Attrition,” Harry responded with a shrug. “The girls who don’t marry their high school sweethearts run off to college, meet a beau, get a job, have babies and never return.” “The Hill Country is rugged land,” Jed explained. “Too much rock, caliche, too little soil and, without water, too little grass. Tough to work the land or raise cattle in the droughts we’ve had off and on the last ten years.” Harry frowned that he’d taken them from the subject of female-to-male ratios. “That kind of life, miles away from your nearest neighbor or even the grocery store, is hard to accept for a woman in this day and age.” “Unless she really likes staying home,” Cara pointed out. “And in that case, the internet keeps us connected. I’m going to do my part and put my goods up for sale on a website. Knickers!” She put her hands up as if she were erecting a sign. “Bringing French and Italian lingerie to American women.” “And men,” Harry joked as he rose and collected empty plates. “You’re doing us all a service. You’ll make a mint. If I had a woman, I’d come buy goodies from you.” “Would you?” She sounded so pleased she almost cooed. “Most men would not set their little toe in a store like that. But I’m going to make it appealing to them.” Will raised a hand. “Well now. Sign. Me. Up.” Harry snickered. “Are you going to have modeling shows?” Cara blinked. “Not a bad idea.” Harry nodded. “I can be your show manager.” Jed snorted. “Oh look out.” “Actually,” Cara teased, pointing a finger at Harry, “that’s not a bad idea either.” Will rubbed his hands together. “Harry’ll need help.” Jed feigned dismay. “You need help.” “Now, now,” Cara admonished, “I could find roles for all three of you. How do you feel about getting up on the runway with the women?” Will shook his head. “Count me out.” “But you’d be perfect. Tall, dark and hunky.” She waggled her brows at him. “You’d have to teach him how to walk right.” Jed laughed. “He’s been on horses since he was four and his knees are bows.” 20
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“He’s pretty though,” Harry said and got a napkin thrown at him by Will. “But you know, I might give that modeling gig a go. Do I wear boxers?” Cara winked at him. “I’d find you something more…brief.” Jed choked. “Have to have some manscaping first, there, bro.” Harry gave the evil eye to his older sibling. “Fine. I could do that. In fact, I’d like that. The modeling, I mean. I’d be sort of the Texas version of that soccer guy, whatshisname? Married to that skinny little chick? Man, she’s thinner than the shadow of a barbed wire fence.” Jed folded his arms. “We like our women with a bit more meat on them.” “Be still my heart.” Cara clamped a hand to her heart. “Women with…‘meat’ on them look terrific in fine silk and satin.” “I want to agree,” Will offered with a shake of his head. “Haven’t seen too much of any women lately. In fine lingerie or without. Fine by me though. I’ve been waiting for the right woman. Lately, I’ve raised my standards.” He glanced around. “Like two other men I know.” Jed got serious. “So what’s your plan for men to shop at Knickers?” “I’d have a part of the store just for men. With a female clerk who knows how to translate measurements like these,” in mid-air, she made an hourglass figure, then cupped her hands as if a man knew his woman’s breast size, “into bras and panties that will fit the first time he takes his gifts home.” Harry lounged against the counter, listening to her. His fingers itched to cup Cara’s breasts, which edged out of the robe as she spoke. He could see the shadow of one nipple. One large pink nipple. Pebbled too. His gaze fastened to her mouth. So you get off talking about lingerie? I’ll remember that. “What do you say, folks? You do want pie, right?” “Bring it on.” She cocked an ear to the drumming of the rain on the roof. “I’ve worn off loads of calories just worrying about this storm.” As all the men rose to clear the table and Will started to make coffee, Harry told her Jed had briefed him on her experience with a tornado. “You’re safe here. I’ll get your truck when this clears. Fix it pronto.” She went on about the vehicle’s condition. “It’s old, Harry—1981. If it’s damaged badly, the manufacturer might not stock parts for it any longer.” “No worries. I’ll make it all better.” “He’s not foolin’ either,” Jed put in. “If the vet can’t get here and one of our cows has a breech birth coming on, Harry is our man to turn the calf.” “Patient, are you?” Cara asked him, her dark eyes searching his. “With cows,” Will clarified. “With us?” Jed added, joshing him with bright eyes. “He’s a cat sitting under a bird bath.”
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“These two give me hives. Ignore them. Meanwhile,” he did a ta-dah and presented her with a honker of a piece of his pie, “try this on for size.” “Mmm, mmm, mmm.” She dug into his dessert. “I won’t fit back into my jeans.” What a good idea. Veering away from the temptation to hover over her, Harry walked away. From across the room, he watched her, spellbound by her enjoyment. Her lush lips closed around the fork. Harry could just about taste her goodness. Her eyes drifted closed in ecstasy. Her chin lifted and Harry vowed to make her look like that in bed when he slid his cock high inside her. She made little delicious sounds as she dug in for another bite. “But oh, it will be worth it.” You. Are. Telling. Me. He cleared his throat and pushed away from the counter. “Milk? Sugar with your coffee?” “No thanks. No coffee. I’d be up all night.” Another fine idea. Distracting himself from jumping her bones, Harry got the kitchen cleaned up and dishes in the dishwasher while Jed swept the floor and Will took out the trash. “What can I do?” Cara asked. “Sit there and look pretty,” Harry urged. “Can I check on my clothes in the dryer?” Cara asked, her fingers securing the thick black terry around her chest and taking away that tempting view of the valley between her breasts. “Sure. Laundry room is that way.” He pointed and watched her pad barefoot in that direction, her trim ass in the robe as much a turn-on as the other views of her. “You’re just a horn toad,” he chided himself. “Get a grip.” “What’s your problem?” Will came in the back door. “Beating myself up for chomping at the bit.” “’Bout time you called a spade a spade.” “You cannot tell me you sat there and did not feel—” Jed coughed. Harry and Will turned as Cara entered the room. “My jeans aren’t done yet. But these are.” Her hands were filled with lacey stuff and her white shirt. Harry wanted to howl that she was about to put layers of fabric between her and his ambitions. “Well, why not go put on what you can and come back. What do you say to a movie?” “No,” Jed refused. “Takes an hour to agree what to watch. Zombies? Spies? Mel Gibson? Then we have this debate. Did we like it? Was the acting good enough?”
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“Yeah,” Will chuckled. “You’d think we were Cecile B. DeMille instead of ranchers.” “Okay.” Cara hooked one hand on her hip. “No flicks. No critiques. How about cards?” “Cards?” Harry grew suspicious of the eagerness on her face. Cara beamed. “Sure.” “Oh no.” Harry checked his brothers’ expressions. “With that smile, we can’t play her. Can’t you see?” Will snorted. “I’ll take a chance.” Harry made a desperate sound. “She’s a shark.” She bared her teeth. “I’m harmless.” Harry cursed beneath his breath. “Dunno. I have a bad feeling here, boys.” Jed fished a deck from a kitchen drawer and strolled to the table. “Harry has had bad luck betting against ladies.” “Really? Why is that, do you suppose?” She led them on with a devilish grin. “No common sense,” Will offered. “I’m not wily,” he clarified as he hung his dishcloth over the faucet, then dried his hands. “Just one hundred percent me.” “A big ham,” Jed told her as he opened the box of cards and set them on the table. “And honest,” Will offered. “Why, you could shoot dice with him over the phone and he’d lose.” Harry narrowed his eyes at his brothers. “Do not listen to these dudes.” “Don’t worry,” Jed assured her with a glimmer in his eyes. “Harry’ll get his belly up to the bar. Always does. No matter what the game is. So, what’s your pleasure, little lady?” “Texas hold ’em. Do you do that?” “Oh shit.” Harry rolled his eyes. “I am not betting.” “Harry’s wallet is a bit thin,” Jed chuckled. “Now that is not true.” Harry feigned hurt. “All right. I’ll do pennies.” Jed said, “There you go.” Will nodded. “Works for me.” “So you’ll play with us?” she asked Harry, taunting him. An undercurrent of electricity swept through the men. Harry felt the zing to the tip of his cock. “Never turn it down.” “Tell me, how’d you like the new bathroom?” Harry struck up a conversation as the showdown round began.
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“Distracting me?” she teased. “Hang on. Let me hear your calls.” Cara drummed her fingers on the table, nigh unto tasting her win. The last to reveal her five-card hand, she waited while the men deliberated their moves. Dinner had been the best time she’d had with men in months. Hell, years. They were funny, dear, easy with each other. And her. She caught their surreptitious glances at her cleavage too. The attention was thrilling. Her body seemed to hum with the attention. Her mind, fully engaged, had only occasionally noted the wild rain drilling down on the roof. She still wore Jed’s robe, a necessity or close to it. Beneath it she had put on her white lace bra and matching panties. So what if her breasts seemed like twice the size and hard as concrete with the sly little looks of appreciation she got from the men? Damn good thing she had gotten a decent deal with her first two cards. Even now she waited breathless, not wanting the evening to end, but tickled that she could show them her talent at cards. Maybe they’d invite her back for a rematch and she could teach them a few things. Even funny Harry who disclaimed any slyness. They each played cards with humor. Will gave no tells. Poker-faced was a term that fit him. Quiet, he concentrated on the cards and the board like a laser. Jed, on the other hand, tried very hard not to give away his thoughts. His efforts at diplomacy showed in a savoir faire attitude that told her he was anxious. Harry had other things on his mind. Her. She stifled a giggle. He concentrated on her robe and the boost her bra gave her breasts. “Earth to Harry,” Jed called to him. “What’s your bet?” Harry grumbled, then threw in five pennies. Jed snorted. Threw in ten. “High finance,” Will grunted and scratched his cheek as he deliberated. “Yeah,” Jed chimed in. “What do you think of our bathroom design?” “Well,” she began with the aspect that had captured her most about it. “It’s certainly big enough for the three of you.” “Smart cookie,” Harry said. “Did you make use of the jets and the hand showers?” Her cheeks flamed. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Could they know that she had pleasured herself in there? That the room was made for decadent pleasure? Of course they would suspect. They were savvy about women. And me. And I’ve just spent the last few hours enveloped in their charming company. They designed the bathroom in sumptuous style. Why not for the three of them to enjoy with one woman or more? She licked her lips, long and slow. “Do you have parties in there?” “Very smart cookie,” Harry praised her and crossed his arms. “We’re waiting for the right time,” Will confessed, blunt as ever. “And the right person to enjoy it with,” Harry elaborated, his gaze locked on hers, the implication that the only woman he meant to invite to that room was her. She absorbed that. One second. Two seconds. Thr— 24
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She stood, pushing back her chair so violently it teetered on its back legs. Her robe—Jed’s robe—gaped open but her mind was in the gorgeous bathroom, the shower, the chaise, the possibilities of having a party in there. Naked. Wet. With one of them. Two of them? All of them? Jed threw down his cards. Will moaned. Harry just admired her display, his eyes burning every part of her, sending her up in flames that scorched and told her what he wanted from her. Was she scared or tempted? Teasing them or testing them? Yes, Harry had forced the issue. The storm wouldn’t last forever. And as he had said, he was not a patient man. Was she a patient woman? Should she be? She was nearly naked and the opportunity to have them all to herself to fire her up, make them all burn together brightly could never be more perfect. But she grabbed the front of the robe, tugged it closed and fled toward the bathroom.
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Chapter Four “Let me in, Cara.” Jed. That’s Jed at the door. She backed up to the far wall. One hand to her mouth, one to her heart. He rattled the door handle. “Cara, let me talk to you.” She was trapped here. Who knew she was at the Rocking M? No one. She hadn’t told anyone where she was going. Hadn’t been able to call. But the MacRaes couldn’t have been planning what she thought they were. She’d come here today unannounced. She’d been in town only two months. These men didn’t know her. Not really. She was so different from the tomboy she had been fifteen years ago. She was adventurous only in business, not in…sex. True, she’d wanted more from Jeff in bed. She suggested more than missionary. He’d refused. She had suggested oral. He had agreed to blowjobs for himself, nothing for her. She’d offered anal. He cringed. Handcuffs? No. He was stuck in his ordinary little world and his bland heaven. But now you are here and these three men have plans to seduce you? And this house remodeling that cost thousands of dollars was done to enchant a woman—or three? Absurd. What man does that? Evidently, they had. They have even gone to the trouble to buy verbena soap. Could that be coincidental? “Cara.” Jed again, this time his rough voice more demanding. Her nipples got hard at the sound of his urgency. Her pussy gushed with appreciation of his gruffness. That too is ridiculous. “I do have a key to the lock, Cara. Open it now or I do it myself.” Do it. Show me what you’re made of, MacRae. Oh who the hell was that talking? She heard the key in the lock and suddenly there he stood, inside, closing the door and sinking back against it. His smoldering jade eyes taking her in, warning her, mesmerizing her. “Listen to me, Cara.” He seemed to croon her name. Then he took a step forward, slowly, one hand out to let her see he was controlled and gentle. But insistent. “Wait, Jed.” She put out a hand. “Tell me about this.” She indicated the sumptuous bath. He watched her as if he were a starving man. “What do you want to know, baby?”
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Her cunt flooded at his endearment, her cream dribbling down her thighs. She felt a tiny scream growing inside her chest. “Why did you remodel the house?” “It needed it.” She shook her head. “Not good enough.” He took another step toward her. “We three like living together, working together. It’s a damn big ranch and we need each other. So we started to draw up plans to redo the main house nearly two years ago.” “So it’s big enough for three men and…and three wives. Women,” she corrected herself. One step closer. “That was probably the original idea.” “And then?” “We began to give up hope of finding women who suited us.” She scoffed. “Incredible. What’s so hard to suit?” He gave her that bad-boy half-grin of his as he drew nearer. “We have particular tastes.” “Like what?” His beautiful eyes ran down her body and back up to meet her gaze. “We like our women five-six. Fits our six-foot-two frames well.” She waved a hand. “There must be thousands of five-foot-six women out there.” “True. But few that have gorgeous big breasts with hips we can hang on to, a small waist and a lovely oval face.” “There’s more to a woman than the packaging.” Jeff had valued her for her looks but she wasn’t selling herself short on that basis ever again. Any man she sought for one night or a lifetime had to prize her for more than a pretty package. “True. We also appreciate that you are smart and ambitious.” “Don’t care for women who sit home all day and eat bonbons?” “Or the ones who can’t think beyond their next hair and nail appointment.” “No Texas princesses for you?” she teased him, delighted at the way he responded so readily to her barbs. Wincing, he nodded. “Did you know you are the only woman to open a new shop in this town in more than five years?” “No. But there is a market in Texas for great lingerie.” She waved a hand, her nerves showing, and she hated that. “Heck, American women need sexy stuff.” “They certainly do. Men too. Me too.” He tipped his head toward the kitchen. “And two others who’d like to buy some for the lady of their choice.” “But they don’t seem to have one.” Okay, so that was forward. But she was halfnaked, horny and she had to be prickly, didn’t she? She was no fast lay. “Do they?” “No. Neither do I. At least not unless I can interest you in the possibility?”
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“You don’t know me.” She gulped. “It’s one thing to love a compliment, another to take up the offer. You can’t say you saw me at the feed store and decided then and there I was a good match for a lover? We met only last week. You began this building project months ago.” “We three got sick and tired of cattin’ around. That was sometime last year. We decided to redo the house before we ever knew exactly who we wanted to bring here. We had an offer from some friends of ours to erect a special building on the grounds. That got us thinking that we needed to redo the old house. But you?” He sidled up close to her. “A few months ago, I saw the picture of you in the Bravado Herald and remembered you. I took an interest.” She sputtered, waving a hand. “An interest? Is that what you call this?” “I’d call it more than that, but you’re not in the mood to understand it. So I’ll stick to my statement.” “Absurd.” “Not really. Not if you think about it.” “What am I to think? That you design this wonderful house so that you can invite women up here—” “Yes. What’s wrong with a man wanting a woman he can enjoy? Someone he can spend time with? Every day?” “Nothing. I’m not used to a man doing much for a woman.” “Your father wasn’t good to your mother?” “He walked out on her.” “I see. And then you had a husband who didn’t pay you much mind either.” “Yes.” “I’d like to have the chance to show you I’m not like that.” “But by your own admission,” she countered, “you’ve had any number of lovers.” “I haven’t been a monk, no. Neither have my brothers. But that doesn’t mean we can’t want one woman to cherish.” “One for each of you?” She cast a glance at the door, flexing her shoulders with an uncomfortable idea. “This feels like more than that.” “It might be. It could be. Depends on how we all get along, doesn’t it?” “All four of—?” “I suppose it’s hard to imagine.” Not really. “But…but I’ve never been in an orgy in my life!” Was she sounding a bit scary? And why were her nipples ever so hot and cold? Why was her pussy demanding she cup herself and stop the pounding? “I can’t believe—” “What?” His gaze traveled her mouth, her throat, her breasts. “That you’re aroused? Intrigued? That you came out to dinner in my robe and belted it so loosely that my brothers and I have feasted on your bare skin for the past three hours?” 28
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Caught by fact. She was flummoxed. Amazed at her self-sabotage. Did she want these three charming men fucking her or not? Could she chance it and expect they’d satisfy her? Give her at least one grand orgasm? Her gaze darted this way and that, then to his darkly beseeching eyes. “Can I leave?” “Any time, though my brothers and I hope you don’t.” “Why?” She had to know. He stood right in front her now, one hand to the collar of the robe that slipped from her shoulder, one hand to her chin to lift her lips to his. Then he spoke on them. “Because you suit us, Cara.” “How?” she asked breathlessly, foolishly, hoping this was not some wet dream of being romanced by a tall, dark, handsome cowboy with the biggest erection this side of the Rio Grande pressing against her groin. “In there,” he said, tipping his head toward the kitchen. “We haven’t had such a good time horsing around in ages.” “You three get along so well.” “We do. But we haven’t laughed like that in a long while.” “Haven’t lost at cards like that in a long while?” “God help us. We’re inspired by your good company. We’d like you to stay. For a long while.” She pulled backward, her gaze on his mouth. His wickedly talented mouth. Broad lips, firm but soft on hers. A breath away. “And if I agree…if I let you show me, can I still leave afterward?” “If you want,” he murmured as he bent to nip her earlobe, then trace the tip of his tongue down the line of her throat. She sagged against the cool mirrored wall. He caught her up in his arms, chuckling lightly as he pressed her backward. “You don’t want to go anywhere without me having you.” Her body purred in agreement. He gave her a little shake. “Say it.” She sank her fingers in his silky midnight hair, lifted one bare leg around his and thrust her aching pussy at him, surrendering to what she wanted from him. “I don’t want to go anywhere without you fucking me.” “That’s my girl,” he said in gentle triumph and pushed the robe to the floor. Then stood back. Her body had been drawn like a magnet to his. At his departure, she swayed but caught herself to stand. Dejected that he had left her, questioning again that he would treat her right, she wanted to scream at him to get on with it or let her leave. Hell. Like she’d go in this storm? Not! Like she’d leave without one close adventure of the erotic kind with one of the renowned MacRae boys? That was crazy talk.
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“Never fear. You will learn to trust me,” he told her as compensation for the loss of his flesh against hers. “You heard me. Now show me that sweet body, lady. I need to see every inch before I sink my cock inside.” She bit her lower lip, forcing back a whimper of need and dismay. His robe pooled at her feet. He wasn’t going to remove her lingerie but wanted a show. The idea sent a hot shiver up her spine and she smiled at him, agreement and seduction in her move. “Go on, show me,” he whispered when she paused, his voice a wreck. Could he desire her that much? Could he think her that lovely that his voice would catch? His hands would clench? His breaths would come in rapid succession? He might. He could. She knew she had assets. She’d used them, working in Madame Therese’s in the Rue la Fayette in Paris. She had smiled and urged men to buy the most outrageously expensive and fabulously seductive lingerie for their wives, their amours and their mistresses. On more than one occasion, she had received requests from her gentlemen customers to model the bras and panties she showed them. On just as many occasions, she had gotten dinner invitations and yes, even a few to the men’s country estates to don them in a private showing. Or for a few friends of theirs. Never had she been attracted to anything about those intense, humorless men, except their ability to buy and refer her shop to other men of similar financial means. None had ever appealed to her physically or personally like this handsome beguiling man. And his brothers. “Come, cherie,” Jed said to her now, as if he could read her mind, knew her old desires for a man to sweep her off her feet and demand she become his. “Let me learn who you are.” Then, as if his erection weren’t straining those snug jeans of his, he strolled over to the chaise longue, toed off his boots, sat back and clasped his hands behind his head. From somewhere high above her, she heard an old symphony her grandmother had adored. A lilting piece by a Russian composer came to mind along with the Middle Eastern fable that inspired it. The story featured a woman who was a concubine in a harem. Hopelessly in love with her master, she had never had an opportunity to attract him to her until one day when all the other women in the harem were ill, she was called to dance for him. The piece spoke of love and longing, and as the harem slave danced, she entranced her owner. Cara knew this was what one part of her yearned to do to Jed MacRae. Enchant him, if she could. Fascinate him, if she might. And so she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor, then hooked her thumbs in the top of the frilly bikinis and stepped out of them. His mouth fell open, his heavy-lidded gaze rising to her own. He shifted, twirling a finger in the air to indicate she should turn to let him view all of her. She moved, the years of ballet providing the training and expertise to arch and swirl and yes, to preen. As she came round full circle, she swallowed hard at the look of 30
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obsession on his face. Unmoving, his eyes warmed. His breathing slowed. He seemed enchanted. Oh this was the way she wanted a man to look at her. As if he’d never get enough. And if, for tonight, for the next few hours, he wanted her as madly as she thought he did, she would take that with her as sustenance for a relationship that might last longer. With him or another. The look in Jed MacRae’s eyes told her that she was desirable. Enough to make her want to dance naked for him. Enough to do that extraordinary little act. And applaud her with the reverence of his gaze. That kind of adoration, that intensity of attraction, she had yearned for and had lacked. Had even feared she would never get it. From any man. And now here she was, back home, getting this from one of the three men she had always wanted as a kid. Had taken to bed with her at night and kissed her pillow, calling out his name. She stepped nearer, her eyes half-closed but solely on him, and moved to a tune she recalled only in her head. To a rhythm that weaved and swayed, she stepped to tell him she was as desirable as any harem girl, as worthy of devotion by him as any other woman. She danced around him in a slow circle, lifting her arms to display the globes of her breasts. She turned again, showing off the sculpted muscles of her back and waist, the tone of her ass, all of which she worked damn hard to get and keep in tip-top shape. Her mouth open, her tongue at the corner, she pouted at him. Feigning a pampered sulkiness because that’s the expression men told her they liked from her full pink lips, she put one foot up and slid it along the seat of the chaise, along Jed’s torso. He captured her foot against his chest and caught, she could do only one thing. She opened her thigh and let him glimpse how eager she was to have him. Yes, she whimpered as he swallowed in raw want, you can see how I am ready for you. Can you smell my need of you? Can you satisfy me more than I can myself? And as he circled his arm around her waist and dragged her up over his body, she was struck by a question she had never asked herself when she’d been in bed with any other man. Can you do right by me?
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Chapter Five He crushed her against him then rolled her under him. The warmth, the strength of him sent her head spinning. She reeled, trying to gain her presence of mind in this fantasy ablaze with lust. “Look at me,” he whispered, his fingers tracing her lower lip. “You are the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.” If she’d been fifteen and he had said this to her, she would have died and called it a good life. But she was thirty and done wrong by one man so badly she fought the urge to swoon at this one’s words. “I’m so glad you think so.” He shook his head a little, as if he heard her reticence. Then he held her chin as he reached up and kissed her eyelids. “I know so. Let me prove it.” She caught her breath. His actions seized her imagination. What man with a hardon like the Rock of Gibraltar took time to kiss a woman’s nose? And her chin? Who nuzzled the hollow of her collarbone. Blessed her shoulder, the crease of her elbow and each fingertip. How could a man groan as he sat up, straddled her and cupped each breast but did not suck her, only pinch her nipples, make her moan and shift beneath him? How could a man murmur sweet nothings to her bellybutton? Make her chuckle. Then dart below to lick the top of her slit and make her cry out to have him eat her until he laved up all her cream. How could he go on, lower, further, kissing the inside of her thighs wet with her juice from wanting him. Then lift a leg, skim the calf with one big palm, wiggle each toe and come back to put his mouth over her pussy and say, “Open this pretty cunt wide, Cara, baby. I’m hungry for you.” Lovely words. She’d been so used to silent, perfunctory sex that she tingled with Jed’s order. Eager, she spread her thighs so far, they dangled over the sides of the chaise, her toes skimming the warm tiles of the floor. She could feel his breath on her sensitive skin. She whimpered, feral with desire for him. Hell, she could even inhale the sweet aromas of her cream and his body scent as they mingled. She wanted him so badly. And yet, all he did was draw a fingertip down her slit. “You have the fattest lips, baby.” She had wanted conversation in bed, she now had it. And she was oh so ready to give it back. “Because I’m ready for you. Want you. Wanted you since I was a teenager with more hormones than sense. I even wanted you last week when we shook hands in the feed store.” “Should’ve told me then.” He barked in laughter while he did a very serious maneuver with two thick fingers up inside her cunt. She arched her pelvis, reveling in
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his tenderness. “I wanted to strip you there, but Colt Stanley wouldn’t have approved of the display in his aisles.” “Hmmm, I don’t know about Colt. Word is he’s adventurous. Likes more than one woman in bed with him. And to tell the truth—” She gasped as Jed stroked her G-spot. “Yeah?” Jed urged her with a wicked lopsided grin, never letting up his deft massage of her sensitive core. “What’s the truth?” “Exhibitionism kind of appeals to me.” “Oh boy. What have we got here. A woman with guts.” He chuckled as he shifted nearer and dropped kisses along her throat. “Not wild about showing you off to other men though. Not for a long time.” “Possession is nine tenths of the law?” She writhed as he massaged her labia with his full hand. “Want to please you and keep you a long time.” “Do that and you will,” she breathed, sinking her fingers in his hair, smelling his shampoo and his soap as he slid lower. He grinned up at her, his mouth such a hot, handsome thing. “Need your lips in my mouth.” “Oh yes. Have me.” He winked at her, bent, and with fingers to either of her plump lips, rolled her open. “Sweetie, you are sopping wet for me.” Then he sent his tongue all along one labia, from clit to perineum. She vibrated with bliss. “The other? Shall I do the other?” he teased her. Eyes clamped shut, she was paralyzed in sexual joy. “If not, I think I’ll have to kill you.” He chuckled. One hand to her stomach, he pushed her flat to the chaise and rolled open her pussy lips again. This time, he took his sweet pleasure, savoring, tasting, swirling over her hot skin, driving her slowly mad with how he nibbled and sucked. But he never touched her clit. And that was how she came, always. In a grinding state of near-climax, she tilted up her hips and urged him on. “Please, more of that.” He ate her labia, nipping her and tracing his hot, rough tongue over her. “No!” she fumed at him, then reached down to roll open her pussy to show him her clit. “Lick me here.” He shoved two fingers inside her channel and she bucked her hips off the chaise. “You want to get off?” “Um. Yes, I do.” “Then we do it my way. My timing.” “No!” She cuffed him. That way he could take everything, quickly, leave her with nothing. She wouldn’t lose like that again to any man. 33
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He caught her hand, forced it to the chaise. “Listen to me well. You belong to me for this moment. I take. You enjoy.” She thrashed, but he could not be thrown off. He gripped her by the hips, spread her thighs wide, hoisted one leg up over his shoulder and proceeded to devour her cunt with the most succulent, devastating sips and bites and teases of his lips and teeth. She writhed and he gave her more. She twitched and he drove his tongue more deeply inside her. She creamed and screamed in awe and need and outrage, and he drove two thick fingers inside her to massage her in some wild way, new and luscious to her. At once, the urge to orgasm, always and only when she had tapped and plucked and tickled her own clit, came over her like the storm that raged and lashed outside. She pulsed around his fingers, her body thrilling with the fulfillment and finally drifting to a lull. That madness was what she had wanted for years with a man. Delight bubbled inside her at what she’d tasted here with Jed. She lifted a lazy hand to his hair. He had slid up, watching her, his jade eyes rich with elation, his slashing mouth moist with her cream. She cupped his chin and rose up to kiss his devastating lips, once, twice. She relished the taste of herself on him. “Come inside me. I want to do for you what you did for me.” He grinned, stood and discarded shirt, belt, jeans and oh god, no underwear. He’d been commando at the supper table. And as she sat up straight, her wet pussy, so well eaten and loved by him and probably ruining the linen upholstery, she faced his long, red hard cock and cooed. “Jed, sweetie. I must help you work on this.” He palmed himself, offering his thick rod to her. “Got any ideas?” “I do, I do.” She shifted nearer, then looked up at him, her tongue moistening her lower lip. “I want to show you my appreciation. Like you did for me.” She squirmed, her impossibly demanding pussy aching to take him inside her and show them both a good time. But what could she do for him? She reached out and cupped his heavy balls. Christ, he was firmly packed. Beautiful. Could she kiss these? She would. She extended her hand to his cock and traced a blue vein with a fingertip. She wiggled closer and rubbed her thumb over his slit. He was already dripping with want of her. She smiled up at him and wiggled in delight. Some instinct told her she had to ask for what she could have from him. “Can I take you in my mouth? Do you like that?” “You can. And I do.” As she moved to do just that, he put a finger to the corner of her mouth. “Ever done this before?” Sheepish, she met his gaze and shook her head. “Yes, though I might not be very good, I have a will to practice often.” He traced a knuckle over her bottom lip. “Oh you’ll be great, baby.” 34
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Suddenly, she felt miserable. “You can’t know.” “You have talent. And desire. That’s what you need to succeed, sweetheart.” “Are we…um…supposed to do it with a condom?” “No, I’m clean. Had a test last year and haven’t been with any woman since. Same for Harry and Will.” He put a tender hand under her chin and inched his body closer, his big, handsome cock a breath away. “Take me, Cara. Suck me.” “If I don’t do it right, you’ll…tell me? Teach me how?” “You bet I will. I’ll give you anything you want, baby. Do what you want with me.” She had never had a man offer himself up like that. Never. She trembled so with delight, she saw her breasts sway and felt her skin get prickly and hot. Shifting nearer to his big purple head, she stroked the length of his cock with her hand, then put her mouth over his helmet. She tasted him, sweet, salty and musky. She grinned to herself, then up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, his hands on his hips. Had she ever thought a man could be so patient, so giving? Never. She sank over him, taking all of him in her mouth. He was impossibly long but hard, his skin pliant but beneath, iron. She licked his length, swirling her lips over his tip, holding it and sending the flat of her tongue along his slit. He bucked, one hand to her hair. She drew forth more pre-cum, delicious stuff. She wanted more and coaxed it from him. He groaned, his hips flexing, his thighs bunching, rigid but restrained as if he were a beast in the jungle. Her beast. His jungle. She grinned and kissed his slit sweetly. Rolling his sac, she stroked him, long even adorations of his massive rod. She sucked him, licked him, drew on him until he groaned and put a hand to her cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” “Never, baby. You just have to lie back.” She pushed herself back onto the chaise immediately, her thighs open, her arms wide. “Like this?” He chuckled. “Your enthusiasm overwhelms me.” “Not too much that you can’t continue, I hope.” He bent to kiss her. “Hell, baby, you suck like a witch. You could ruin a man.” Could I ruin you? For me? And why? Why would you want him? She leaned up on one elbow, watching him, learning about herself. I’d want him for the fun of sex. The dirty talk. The intensity. He walked to the sink counter, opened a cabinet drawer, took out a condom package and tore it. Dressing himself for their party, he laughed lightly as he came to her on the chaise, sat, then bent, kissed her nipple and hauled her legs up over his forearms. “Still wet for me?” Still besotted by you. Sure. “How will I ever go dry?”
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The two of them were chuckling like kids as he drove himself inside her and came to one searing, smoldering, stunning halt. “Jesus,” he shot out, his cock now balls-deep inside her. “Oh sweetie,” she heard her own voice and swore she sounded ten years younger. Giddy, madly in love with raunchy sex with Jed MacRae, she felt filled to the top of her cunt, to her begging breasts. Damn, she was filled to her eyeballs! “You are the finest man I’ve ever had.” He moved inside her, watching her face, ramming her, gazing at her pussy as she took him inside her cunt and never wanted to let him go. “There are more where this came from.”
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Her fingers drifted to the crotch of her jeans. And I want more. Time to go home. Time to figure out if I can risk my emotions again. She whirled for the door, the hallway and the big kitchen. The storm had abated to a constant drum of rain on the roof. But the kitchen was bright with the glow of the fire in the hearth, the gold and white granite countertops, the rich, dark rosewood of the cabinets and only one man pouring himself coffee. “Morning.” Harry turned as she walked toward him. “How are you?” How to answer that one? He had to know that his brother had fucked her brains out all night long, so how could she look him in the eye without being embarrassed? But his friendly expression told her that he was only being congenial. That eased her worries and her shyness. With a toss of her hair back from her shoulders, she smiled at him and took note of how yummy he looked this morning. He had on a yellow and white plaid work shirt and jeans, both of which accented his baby-blue eyes, his hunky bronze tan and his shining black hair that again was caught in a strip of rawhide down his back. Her mouth watered. How could she want him too? This is crazy. You’re becoming a horny slut, kid. Too long without a good lay and you’re ready to open your thighs for another man within hours of having his brother? Harry reached over and lifted her chin. “What’s the matter, darlin’? No need to be scared. We’re going as slowly as you want.” At his use of the word “we”, she nearly squeaked with excitement and awkwardness. What to do? Hope that the implications of Harry’s and later Jed’s words last night were a valid offer to be every man’s partner? Ignore it? Finesse for the first, cut my losses and never look back if I’m wrong? Or I fail to please one? “Where is everyone else?” “The storm washed out the road into town and that means our lower pastures are under water. Jed and Will went down to see if any of our herd needs to be driven out of the flood zone. They’ll be back, but god knows when. I was able to tow your pickup to the maintenance barn, but I haven’t looked at the damage yet.” “Ah, thanks for that. Are the phones working?” “Spotty. Give it a go though.” “I will.” Where the hell was her purse? Oh swell. In the truck. “Do you mind if I use your landline?” “Go ahead. But I called your Aunt Bree for you about an hour ago. She’s happy you’re here and well.” “Thank you. Was she worried?” “She said no. When she saw that you had taken our two boxes from the supply room, she figured you had come here and hoped you arrived before any flooding.” “Hmm. I’ll call the senior center too, to tell them I can’t make it in for my volunteer day.”
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“What do you say to coffee? Shall I pour you a cup?” “Please.” She cast her eyes to his hands, large but deft. The fingers long, the nails short, his skin a deep tan. A dusting of dark hair on the back. Gentle, agile. Would he use them on her? Her breasts. Her nipples. Jed hadn’t touched them much last night, concentrating on her pussy, her G-spot and finally—she shuddered in remembrance— her clit. Her breasts filled in the skimpy little French bra, her skin abraded by the constraint. God almighty, all of her ached for this man’s touch. “Cream?” He noticed her eyes on him and paused mid-pour. “Sure. Got it. Half and half?” He strode to the refrigerator. “Yes.” “Here you go.” She busied herself with her mug, took a large sip and closed her eyes. “I love my coffee in the morning. Can’t think without it. Unusual twist. How did you make it?” “Regular Colombian. I put in a dash of cardamom. Adds flavor. Come sit down. Hungry?” Taking a chair at the table, she glanced at him through her lashes and wondered if he was asking her deeper questions about how she liked making love to his brother. “Very.” “I can make you eggs. Bacon? Toast?” “Cereal is good.” “Aw, come on, darlin’.” She stiffened as he put a big, warm hand on her shoulder. “It‘s cold outside this morning. And you need something to stick to your ribs. You went through a lot yesterday.” She nearly choked on her coffee. “You mean—” “Now, now.” He kneaded her shoulders and she went with the power and sensuousness in his hands. “You are stiff. Sore too?” She made a little sound of agreement and rubbed her labia against the wood of the chair. Why, oh why was she not satisfied with Jed? Why did she want Harry too? Because he is spontaneous. A complement, a foil to his older brother. “I can help you feel better.” He leaned down, his gruff voice against her ear, his breath on her skin and her desire rising like a floodtide. “Let me feed you.” “Okay.” She tipped her head and smiled at him. So close, my god, so close, she made love to his blue bedroom eyes. “Eggs?” She stared at him, dumb as a stone for a second. “Un-huh. Two. Scrambled.” “That’s my girl.” Could I want to be Harry’s girl too? Maybe Will’s?
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Her nipples poked at her silken bra. Her pussy soaked her panties. All in agreement, say aye! “Good. You’re smiling,” he remarked as he patted her shoulders and began to make her breakfast. “Tell me about what’s in the box.” Happy for the topic of business, she described her add-on to her Aunt Bree’s clothing shop on Main Street. “Knickers will concentrate on lingerie and be a nice mesh with the current merchandise. But eventually, Aunt Bree hopes I’ll take over the management. She wants to step back, have more time to grow her flowers.” “And smell them too, eh?” he joked as he cracked eggs in a bowl. “Right. She wants to ease out of the business and travel more. And since she has no children, she and I have come to an agreement that I will gradually buy her out. When I came back to town to visit last fall, she made the offer. I looked over the shop, her stock and her balance sheets and that’s when I decided to add fine European lingerie to her offerings. She agreed that Bravado’s women would love the sophisticated styles.” “Yep. There is a call for sexy lingerie wherever females roam.” She frowned into her coffee cup. “I worried at first that there just weren’t enough women in town to support a new expensive line like that, but I took a look at the wealth in the town, the real estate, the per capita income and education levels and such, and decided that this might just work.” “I think so. We might not have as many women here as men, but we do have money. A damn lot of it.” “I thought I’d supplement whatever I sell in the store with an online shop. That way, American women can have their silks and satins more quickly than ordering from Paris or Milan. And I’ll make Knickers unique by offering discounts with each purchase. Five percent off on every one hundred dollars, ten percent off when a customer orders two hundred dollars’ worth or more. That way I’ll stand out from my competitors here in the States who offer the same goods as I do online.” “And,” he said as he stuck a few slices of bacon in the microwave and shut the door, “they have your expertise to translate European sizes into something American girls understand.” “Exactly.” They grinned at each other as if they were long-time buddies. At once, she noticed he had a dimple in his left cheek. And those blue eyes were as dreamy and deep as the water around Naples. His hands, his big, beautiful hands, cupped the edge of the granite counter. In appreciation, her breasts blossomed even more while her pussy lips swelled. She swallowed hard. He examined her mouth as though he had never seen it before. “Tell you what I’m gonna do, darlin’. I’m going to give you your breakfast and you are going to eat it. While I,” he said as he pushed away from the counter and strolled over to her to bend down a breath away, “am going to go out to look at your truck. It’s straight out that
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door.” He nodded across the kitchen. “The causeway is covered. You don’t need an umbrella. But come out, if you want. I’d like to talk to you about the damages and what it’ll take to make it right.” She bit her lower lip, tugging on the flesh, fighting back the temptation to kiss his dimple and sink her hands into that long, straight black hair. “Okay. I need to get my purse out of the cab. Call my Aunt Bree just to say hi myself.” “She’s fine. Glad you’re safe. She says to come home when you can.” “Oh. Sure.” “You are safe and warm and sound here. So eat your breakfast.” He squeezed her shoulder with one of his expressive hands and turned on his heel to let her admire his tush as he plated her eggs and bacon, then left her.
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Chapter Six Food was one thing. But what she really wanted this morning to satisfy her appetite was Harry. He was more than interested in her, impatient to have her. And I am done with fretting about taking on one more brother. Swallowing the last of her coffee, she wiped her mouth with her napkin and headed toward the kitchen door. As she put her hand to the knob, she stopped. Practical measures demanded she be smart. If she went out to the barn and managed to tell Harry with her unsubtle clues that she wanted him, she needed to be prepared. Turning around, she went back to the beautiful bathroom, pulled open the drawer where Jed had extracted all his condoms last night and grabbed one. On second thought, acknowledging her voracious appetite, she turned back and pocketed another condom. She might be horny and she might have the opportunity to make love like a sex kitten to the second man in as many days, but she was not on the Pill. And results of unplanned encounters with irresistible men were not on her agenda. She took the causeway to the barn at a jog. The weather had turned colder and her cotton shirt was too thin to be any comfort. But if she read Harry’s eyes correctly, she wouldn’t have to worry about heat. He’d give it to her. She charged through the big door and shut it with a clang. Then she called to him. “Back here,” his rasping bass voice boomed at her. He stepped around a wall lined with all kinds of tools and she noted how dynamite he looked. He’d rolled up his shirt past his elbows and his jeans bore a streak of oil they hadn’t in the kitchen. His hands were dirty too. His big, talented hands. No need to bargain or debate with herself or him. I just want you, Harry. She stopped right in front of him and he, sweet man, hadn’t moved an inch since he’d rounded the corner. Every part of him—eyes, mouth, body—seemed to be absorbing her. In need and desperate desire, she gazed at him. “Cara, darlin’,” he whispered as he threw down his oily rag and swaggered toward her with a measured pace. “I’m glad you came. Want to talk?” She shook her head. “Want to know about your truck?” Another shake. A smile. She flowed toward him. He held up his hands for her to see the palms, “I’m dirty.”
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If her breasts weren’t screaming to be out and in his hands, if her pussy weren’t pulsing in mad anticipation, she might have laughed. Instead, she took the two steps forward to leave only enough room for him to deny her and turn away. “I want to get dirty.” His dimple deepened. “You came to the right man. But the way I want to touch you means we’ll have to wait.” “How long?” she demanded, one finger trailing down the center of his warm, muscular chest. He groaned, looking at the ceiling. “A minute. Just one. I need to wash my hands.” “Hurry,” she insisted and watched him take two strides to a sink where he scrubbed himself so diligently she thought he’d remove his skin. He yanked at a paper towel from the rack, swiped once and threw it in the nearby trash can. He was back suddenly, hauling himself right up against her, one arm around her waist and his cock straining against her pubic bone. He sank his damp fingers into her hair and held her still. His lips came down on hers in a fierce assault that made her knees give out. He caught her up and frogmarched her around the wall, then up against it. He nipped her lower lip. “Tell me what you need.” “Your mouth on my breasts.” Quick as lightning, he leaned back, put two hands in the neck of her shirt and tore the thing in two. “You’ve got such pretty girls here. I knew they were lovely last night peeping out over Jed’s robe. Don’t want to tear this bra though.” His warm fingers danced over the edge and around the back to unfasten it. “Gonna do them justice. Lean forward.” In a flick of his fingers, he had her naked. He was cupping both breasts. Thumbing her nipples. Tweaking them. She cried out, jutting them into his hands. He chuckled then pulled both nipples. “Pink. Like the rest of you. Can I make them red?” “Yesssss!” He laughed again. Pushed her flush to the wall and this time, this time, this time, he did what she craved. He sipped at one nipple. Stroked the other. Then caught it between his teeth and tugged. She melted. Her legs failed her. He paused. “Stand up or I stop.” “Nooo,” she wailed, her hands gripping his waist and drawing him nearer. He thrust a thigh between hers to help her stay up, then went back to the breast he had favored with his teeth. This time, he used his rough tongue.
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She thrashed her head against the wall. Her vision dimmed. All she knew, all she cared to know was his lavish loving. He licked her nipple round and round, forming it, shaping it to a painfully hard point. Then he sucked her, hard and soft, over and over. “More,” she complained. “The other.” She thrust it at him. He obliged her and worked on her other breast until she groaned like a madwoman. “Are you gonna fuck me?” He captured her face, his fingers digging into her scalp, his huge hands a comforting brace. “Want me?” “Yes. Here. Now.” He ran a hand over her aching breasts. “Can I leave these for a second to strip you?” “Yes. Yes!” She worked at her belt buckle and her zipper, then grabbed one of his hands. She sank it inside against her moist mound. She wiggled the fabric lower and took one of his fingers to stroke along her slit. She swooned, in heaven again. He jerked away, yanking at her jeans, snagging down his own zipper. She caught a glimpse of his cock. Huge, long and red. Commando too. “Do any of you boys wear underwear?” He snorted. “Not with you around. We’re ready to roll when you are, darlin’.” “Like now,” she challenged him with a wide-eyed smile. He seized her hand and wrapped it around his thick rod. “Show me how eager you are. Then we’ll see if you need to wear underwear. What do you say?” She laughed then, wild and loud. At once, she stopped. Her newest obsession came to mind. “Can I have you in my mouth first?” He cursed. “No.” “Okay,” she said, more agreeable than she ever thought she could be. “Need a condom?” she asked like a major tease. “Got one.” He bent to fish one from his jeans. “Prepared, huh?” she asked after he opened the foil and rolled it on in record time. He pinched one nipple, then rubbed his long rod between her pussy lips. “With you around, you think any of us goes without one?” She blinked, startled, although the longer she considered his words, the more she accepted them as smart practice. And oh so appealing. So necessary. “You decided that each of you was going to have me?” He pushed his cock back and forth along her seam and kissed her ear. “Yeah. You objecting?” Lost in the rhythm and feel of his long cock against her creaming cunt, she shook her head. “No, no. Not at all. I’m getting used to that idea. Takes me awhile. Guess you’re not the only one who was dropped on their head as a baby.”
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“One woman for three men is a lot to take in,” he agreed as he nipped at her earlobe and thumbed a nipple. “In more ways than one,” she laughed, her pussy drenched in desire and swelling unbearably. “Just please make love to me before I come without you.” He caught her chin. “Look at me. You. Will. Never. Come. Without. One of us. You hear me?” The command, his audacity thrilled her. “I hear. I agree.” “Doing yourself might have been necessary—” She gasped. “How could you know that I—” “A guess. A woman who’s been wronged like you have, you’d pleasure yourself.” She worked at words. “I didn’t trust myself to find a good man.” “But you have.” He kissed her then. Sweetly like a prince charming might. Then he thrust his tongue inside, sweeping the caverns of her being, demanding she surrender to his strength and his authority. And she went. Enchanted and somehow…for some insane instinctive reason, trusting him. She sank her hands in his hair, loosening the rawhide, messing him up, kissing him back with a savage intensity she didn’t know she could feel. “Christ, Jesus,” he murmured, pushing her jeans down her thighs and shoving them apart so he could get inside. In a moment that she swore she’d recall as long as she lived, he rammed his cock inside her pussy. “Lord have mercy, you are one juicy piece,” he groaned into her ear, kissing her cheek and her jaw as he jammed himself higher She gasped, she moaned, she rocked with him. Her cunt stretched wide and so delightfully full. He banged her against the wooden wall and she ached with the thrust of his possession. She tried to open her thighs wider to take more and more of him. But he swore again, hauled her up against him and carried her to her truck. Yanking open the door with one hand, he perched her on the side of the seat, tore off her boots and jerked down her jeans. She was naked in one second, opening her legs in another, taking him deep, deep, impossibly deeper inside her the next. He settled himself firmly in front of her, gripped her hips and worked her hard and fast and solidly. One finger to her clit, he rolled and massaged her nub until she screamed her need for more and he ground into her. Teeth bared, eyes hard with lust, he pummeled her cunt until she knew this was what she needed. Him and his fucking. Wild loving. Good loving. His brother. And maybe, yes, even his other brother. She shuddered as she came, creaming all over his sweet, hard cock. And he yelled when he let loose, his fingers deep in the flesh of her hips, his eyes on her breasts. Her sore, aching, satisfied breasts.
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He wrapped her close to him, both of them breathing as though they’d just run a marathon. Then he smoothed back her hair, kissed her lips quickly and winked at her. “I think,” he said as he lifted one breast and pinched the nipple so that she mewled in delight, “you smell like motor oil.” She rubbed her nipples against his chest. “I smell like you.” “And I need to taste you.” He traced her pussy with a deft fingertip. “Here.” She shivered deliciously, enticing him with a grin. “Can I rush you?” “Come on,” he grunted, picked her up and strode with her to the door and out the causeway. ”We’re wastin’ daylight here, woman!”
***** Living in some X-rated fantasy took a lot of getting used to. Cara stood in the MacRaes’ huge kitchen pantry, hands on her hips, surveying the healthy supply of canned foods, fresh potatoes, spices and…yes, four different kinds of chocolate, and knew she had to be in a dream world. What else could explain this crazy house party? She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles. And couldn’t. Outside, thunder rolled and shook the earth. Inside, the earth moved too. She laughed. How many times had it moved for her since she got here? Three times last night with Jed. Three with Harry in the barn, the shower and then, agreeing that they needed some comfort, in her bed. She shifted in her jeans, newly washed once again today after the sweaty doings with Harry. She ran her palms over her nipples, clothed now in one of Harry’s shirts and already aching for his mouth. Damn, and he hadn’t been gone but three, maybe four hours from her arms. Horny was not an appropriate word to describe her yearnings any longer. Now I’m constantly needy. Craven. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her lips pulse and her cunt flood with warm cream. She licked her lips, her eyes no longer focused on the items before her but on mental images of her with Jed. Her with Harry. And now—wow, was she truly lost— fantasies of her with Will. And I haven’t got the faintest clue who he is or why I should want him. Other than his brothers are the finest specimens of male virility I’ve met in years and so… Doesn’t it follow that Will must be just like them? Hmm. And what was his expertise? Jed was a forthright man. Harry was funny and fast. Did a woman learn the true nature of a man when she went to bed with him? Certainly she had proof of that. With these two MacRaes. With Jeffrey, the plain vanilla guy. With two other boys she had
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dated at UT in Austin, both of whom were quick and unimaginative. And I wasn’t creative in the sack either. The thought struck her. To get in bed, you had to give. And this, she knew with a glowing insight, was what she had learned from the MacRaes. What she had been ready to learn. What she was willing to do now was give more of herself. Give well and often. She laughed. She ran her hands through her hair. Stop mooning, kid. She’d promised Harry she would cook dinner while he went out to help his brothers who still weren’t back from the range. Now get a move on! She took down two cans of crushed tomatoes, a box of thin spaghetti and headed for the counter with them. Garlic, she found in the vegetable basket. Onion, green pepper and even a chili too. Harry had told her they had an herb garden out back if she needed oregano or basil or parsley, but with the downpour still going strong outside, she was too much of a wuss to venture out and pick any. In the wonderful freezer, she found ground beef and pulled it out to thaw. Harry had been surprised she could cook. But she’d show them she was capable of more than becoming a daring bed partner. She paused in mid-stride to the counter, struck by the fact that Harry had not known she could cook. Had even said so. That had passed right by her as he had ruffled her hair as though she were a kid, kissed her as if she were made of porcelain, then waved goodbye, assuring her he’d be back for more of her good lovin’. Ahem. Yes. But she went to the table and sat down to think. Horny, craven, whatever she was, she hadn’t thought too much today about what had struck her last night. That the three of them had planned this…this hook-up with her. Oh, not her coming to their ranch with their boxes of leather goods. But getting her here. For the first time since she had divorced Mr. Asshole, she felt the power of her femininity. She laughed. She had lost that over the last few years. And now, she had it back. Twice over. Maybe even three times… Her gaze traveled to her own boxes, still on the far counter. Unopened. Even though—she shifted and her breasts brushed the soft cotton of Harry’s shirt—even though her own little French demi-bra was washed and now sitting in her bedroom. Still, she hadn’t bothered to open up the boxes, remove one fabulous treat for herself and don it. Not panties either. Just as she had asked Harry in the barn, she now asked herself. “Do you not need underwear when you’re around them?” No. You don’t want anything between you and them.
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She stood. Sank down again. Reeling with self-understanding. For minutes, she remained where she was. Absorbing the impact of her own revelation, she didn’t argue with herself about its validity. She knew she didn’t have to. Instinct? Good instinct? Whatever it was, it assured her and reassured her that she was fine. And unafraid. They had planned to seduce her. Gratifying as that was, she was more proud of herself that she was—and she tried not to snort at her own choice of words here—a good fit. Will was the first to come home a few hours later. Soaked through, he opened the back kitchen door and looked at her like a drowned man making it to shore. “It’s hell out there, Cara. Pardon me for getting undressed here, but I damn sure do not want to traipse all this crud through the house. Left my hat, my coat and boots on the porch.” “Let me help you,” she assured him, wiping her hands on her apron and striding toward him. “You must be frozen through. The storm’s getting worse.” He sat on the chair just inside the door and watched her kneel to push up his jeans and pull at his socks. “Even these are wet,” she marveled as she tugged them off. “I made a hot toddy. You three are going to be sick if you don’t get warm fast.” His eyes, soft hazel, caressed hers. “Thanks, sounds good. I’ll have some.” She cupped his cheek. “You’re so cold. Wait. You’ll drink quickly and then we’ll get you stripped.” He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. “You are sweet.” If Harry’s hands were big, Will’s were huge. But stiff with cold. “I’m glad you think so.” “We’ll get to know each other,” he promised as she rose and he waylaid her. “No hurrying with me.” His forthright words filled her with delight…and longing for him. But what could she say that wouldn’t sound as though she was the town’s newest floozy? “Good to know. With your brothers, I didn’t feel rushed.” He cocked a long wicked brow. Black-haired like his brothers, he was meatier, heavier, like their prize longhorn. His very size had her pussy juicing up to take him inside. Just how big could he be? “Glad you feel that way,” he told her. “They each worried about that.”
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From the big bowl, she poured him a cup of the hot grog she’d made an hour ago. She took it to him as he worked on his shirt, undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. “Did they? Had a conference about me, did you, you three?” He took the cup from her hands and drank a hearty mouthful of the mix of brandy, apple juice and cinnamon. Then he caught her hand and tugged her forward. “Come here, I’ll tell you about it.” She stepped back. “You will not! You are going into your bedroom and taking the hottest shower you can stand. Then you can come out and recount word for word what you all said about me.” “Bossy lady, aren’t you?” “When I want to be,” she admitted. “When I need to be.” He got to his feet and leaned over her, one hand diving into her hair, his mouth finding her ear. “We’ll let you be.” “Really?” She laughed as he nuzzled her ear and yet held himself away from her so as not to get her wet. Too bad, she was already, in ways that had nothing to do with his clothes. “I’ve already been told I can’t come without one of you making love to me.” He let her go then, chuckling, and backed toward the hall. His jeans gaped open, leaving her a scrumptious view of an inch of tanned taut flesh. “Is that so? Well, then you know that in some things, you can have your way. We’ll pamper the hell out of you. But in other things? Like good fucking?” She admired his playful demeanor as he paused in the hallway to examine her head to toe. “Yes. Tell me, Will. What will you do?” “I think you know by now, we intend to have you. Often. Our way.” “And my payoff is many happy orgasms?” She was chiding him, thrilled with the implication but not so enthralled by the concept of being submissive to one man, let alone three. “That,” he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “and more.” “What if I—” She began to ask the question that had nagged at her since her selfexamination earlier this afternoon. “What?” He whirled around, deeper down the hall now so that she could no longer see into the kaleidoscope of his fabulous eyes. “What if you can’t handle it? Us? All three?” He grinned. “You can.” How did these men know her mind? “Precisely. What if you learn I don’t want more than one good roll in the hay?” “But you do.” She stomped her foot. “Stop that! What if I become your worst nightmare? A crazy lady at your door?” “I’ve met that kind of woman. They are never ladies. And any who showed up here got turned away.”
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“Why? Isn’t that the kind of female you would really want here? Horny? Always ready?” He hooted. “No ma’am! Been there. Did that. Learned that was not the lady I want in my house loving me.” “But any other woman is going to want more than good lovin’. She’ll demand love, marriage and babies. You don’t want that.” “Who says?” “But—” “You don’t want that. Not yet. Do you?” he asked on a whisper. “But when you do, you better believe we three boys want you to come knocking on our door first.” And then he disappeared into his bedroom. Leaving her there to marvel and chuckle at what fortune had brought her. No looking a gift horse in the mouth, Cara. She rubbed her hands together and did a little two-step to the stove. I love gifts.
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Chapter Seven Dinner had more banter and laughter than Cara could remember at any table she’d sat at. Three men, tired, freshly showered, handsome with their beautiful stormy eyes and wet dark hair sat and told her stories of riding their land. Saving their livestock from flood and rain. Mending a broken fence as best they could and hoping that the rain stopped soon. Cara understood challenge and loss even if she had never lived on a ranch and had no firsthand knowledge of how to raise cattle. The talk fascinated her. The men did too. At the circular table, the men seemed to honor her and each other. There were no snide remarks or back-stabbing, both practices she was long familiar with in New York and Paris fashion. She was certain, because she heard it from her friends, that this was so in other industries too. Not here. She smiled as Will detailed a story about one recalcitrant bull who refused to come to higher ground this morning. She laughed as Jed told them they better be ready tomorrow if the rain stopped. “Ready for what?” she asked, her wineglass to her lips. “We’ll have to get out there fast so the beeves don’t head back toward the low ground. We couldn’t mend all those fences in that downpour today.” “That means you all should get your rest tonight,” she concluded. The three men checked each other’s eyes, then smiled at her. Jed was the first to chuckle. “Tired, are you, baby?” She sat back in her chair, amused but more concerned for their welfare. “Aside from the fact that I’m trying to be rational here, I have every right to be tired, don’t you agree?” Harry shook his head and laughed. “She’s got us there.” “You three must be exhausted too,” she declared. When no one answered, she put down her wineglass and gave them the gimlet eye. “Come on. You’ve been frozen and worked your asses off all day and you’re looking at more of the same tomorrow. So do not tell me that one of you has a little side activity in mind tonight.” Jed pursed his lips. Harry clenched his jaw. Will gazed directly into her eyes and smiled. Sweetly too. “You’re right, honey. We need to go to bed. Not think of doing things in it other than sleeping.” “Right,” Jed declared, eyeing Will.
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“Agreed.” Harry rose to his feet as he nodded at Will. “We’ll help you clear the dishes, darlin’.” “I can do this.” She shooed them away, wondering if what they were really doing was setting up Will for his first time with her. Part of her, her pussy to be exact, did not object. But her brain, her good common sense, said she was ready for a solid night’s sleep. “I told you both,” Will lightly complained to the others, “she can be bossy.” Jed snorted. “Fine by me.” Harry took plates to the sink and the dishwasher. “Me too.” Then the two older brothers seemed to disappear into thin air. Will stuck around, putting the rest of her marinara away in the fridge, drying the big pots and pans and polishing the wineglasses. Their conversation was all small talk, light and practical. “Dinner was good. Where’d you learn to cook like that?” “I did a summer internship in Milan when I was in college.” “Is that right? Milan, Italy?” “Yep.” She picked up another large pot and scrubbed the innards. “I thought I wanted to be an art historian, then realized I liked the study of fabrics more.” “Hunh. How about that?” “Something else you didn’t know about me.” “What?” He looked too innocent to be true. She chuckled. “I know you three have asked around about me. From someone, maybe a lot of someones here in town, you have gleaned a knowledge of who I am.” “We liked you before you got stuck in front of our gate.” “Makes me feel special.” “You are.” “Because you think I could handle three men? What gives you that idea?” “People don’t change too much. As a kid, you were always smiling. Whistling in the street. Playing with that little dog of yours.” “Little Bit,” she said her toy terrier’s name. “You remember him?” “You. We remembered you with him. He’d do cartwheels on the sidewalk. Damnedest thing I ever saw. You trained him to do that.” “I did.” She recalled with pride how the tiny white dog would bark and almost smile at her when she gave him treats for his cartwheels. “We three liked you even when you played pranks on us.” “Still doesn’t explain how you think the four of us might…be compatible.” “We wagered that you were right for us. End of story.” “I must exhibit some extraordinary trait that—” 51
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“You want a man who adores you.” His statement was part question. She stared at him. “I do,” she admitted. “And you have a generous heart.” “Come on, Will. You can’t read that in the newspaper. Can’t get that from anyone but my best friends or my—” She came to a dead stop. Aunt Bree? “Any woman,” he declared as though it was law, “who moves to town, opens up a new business but gives one day a week at the local senior citizens’ center is a kind soul.” This was in-depth research she assumed no man capable of. Let alone three bachelors with reputations for wild lovin’. And all of this was to interest her. “You three have been busy.” His hazel eyes faceted into a glittering glow. “We did the best we could.” She grinned at him. “I’d say you did a really good job.” “Thanks.” He raised his long brows at her, then turned away to put his pot in the cabinet. “How do you think it’ll pay off?” He faced her then, his gaze scorching her as he came near and took her in his arms. His body, oh boy, was the solid rock of Gibraltar, all right. And since he’d come in from the cold, he had muscle and sinew that roared with warm fires. Including his cock. Nestled right there where it ought to be against her pleading pussy. Before he even kissed her, her eyes were closing. Her hands were urging him nearer. Her leg was wrapping around one of his and she was whimpering. “God, honey, you are on fire.” His lips were in her hair, his giant hands cupping her ass and molding her to his groin. “Say you’ll have me.” She ripped at his shirt. “Hurry.” He cursed as he stripped her. “No bra. I knew it. Damn, I wanted a taste of these breasts yesterday. Lucky Jed. Happy Harry.” She laughed, then groaned as Will sank a hand down the front of her jeans and caught a handful of her mound. “Hmm. No panties either. Convenient.” Then with a delicacy she did not expect from such a hefty man, he sank two fingers inside her cunt. She swooned, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Will, my god. Your fingers are so thick.” “Wait’ll you feel what else I’ve got for you,” he promised and picked her up in his arms. “Come over and let me take a taste of this horny little body.” He put her on the kitchen table, yanked off her jeans and pinned her to the circular expanse with one hand to her tummy. “Perfect skin.”
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Creaming madly for him, she tried to open her thighs to let him see her red pussy, but he clamped her legs together. “When I say, not before.” She moaned. Eager. Hungry. Swelling and hot. “You can’t make me wait.” “No? Who says? You?” His words were gruff but his face was sweetly taunting. “Yeah, me.” “Oh baby. You do need taming.” He ran his open hands over her mouth, her throat and down her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she cried out. “Want more of that, huh?” “Yes, yes.” “Too bad.” “No. Why?” she pleaded. “Your two girls already partied today with Harry. I’m here to give you other things.” “Yeah?” she whispered, her hands going to his crotch and the big bulge that strained the denim there. “Can I name what I want?” He barked in laughter, his gaze on hers and said, “No.” “Oh,” she cooed and wiggled in expectation. “Goody.” He threw back his head then and laughed, and when he stopped, he was dead serious and she was dead crazy with want. She swallowed hard as he released the belt buckle of his jeans, then slowly unzipped them. At once, his red cock sprang out, headed right for her pussy. Her mouth dropped open. Jed had been big and Harry, ever so. But…but Will’s shaft was…amazing. “You think I can take you?” He palmed his length, his expression sultry. “You want to try?” She tried to get nearer to him by moving her hips forward. He grinned. “So eager. I love it.” “Reward me.” He took hold of her inner thighs and yanked them wide. “I’d say you smell like you need me.” She bit her lip. Her pussy pleaded to be filled. “I do. I am swimming in cream. Try me. Taste me. Feel me.” His eyes narrowed. “Begging me?” “If that’s what it takes to make you fuck me.” “Begging is good. I like begging.” He seemed in no damn hurry, but ran a fingertip down the exposed edge of one of her folds. “I like your pussy too. I’ll like watching you gobble me up.” He put the flat of his hand against her mound and massaged. She undulated with his rhythmic touch. “Do it.” 53
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“Ready to squeeze me inside?” “Yes!” He arched up, changed the angle of his body and hit her pussy with the flat of his hand. She squealed in delight. This spanking was a thrilling sensation that made her cunt pulse and swell. “Again!” “Spank this pretty pussy again?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Cuz I need you. Need your hand on me.” He hit her a bit harder this time. The tingle was a warmer glow. She wiggled to get nearer, almost off the edge of the table now. But she cared only about having him, his hand on her fast and soon. He arched a brow and serviced her with another blow. “Like this?” “I do.” “Anyone ever spanked this wet pussy before?” “No. Never.” “Good. Mine to tame then.” “Yes.” He grinned and slapped her with the flat of his hand. She rolled her head, her channel gushing with so much cream that he exclaimed, “Never saw a woman so hot to have my cock.” She cuffed him. “Then reward me, damn you.” He dug in his jeans pocket, extracted a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. Laughing, he grabbed her hips and thrust so far inside her that she screamed. And he held, sunk inside her, her head flung back, her body arched in ecstasy until she could swear she felt him to the roots of her hair. More, she felt the extraordinary girth of him. Jesus Christ, was he reaming her good. Every woman’s wild-ass fantasy of a man’s huge cock that rubbed and scraped every sensitive inch of her demanding cunt. She writhed, tipping up her hips, commanding him, urging him to ram her, fuck her like they both deserved after such a long, hard day. Breathless, his cock still buried deep inside her very happy pussy, he pulled her to him and in one long groan shuddered with his own orgasm. He clasped her to him, murmuring raunchy little love words. Then he gave her a huge smacker of a kiss and rolled to one side. He broke away, stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. Then he bent, hauled her up in his arms and strode with her down the hall toward his bedroom. “You’re mine tonight. All night. And I want to fuck you again. Maybe more than once. You up for that?” he asked as he shouldered closed his door. 54
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He shook his head “We three agree, honey, that you are worth having. Worth sharing. Worth never complaining to give you every bit of us whenever you want us.” Now she really was in la-la land. So was he. “Want to be our lover, honey? Like who we are? What we do for you?” “Oh. Do. I.” She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders and giggled. “Lead me on, Mr. Will MacRae. I am ready for a night with you.” Days and nights with your brothers too. Many women would refuse. Many couldn’t and wouldn’t want to cope with the demands of three men. But having more than one lover was the fantasy of some women. Truly, she had daydreamed about it herself. Could she live the dream? She rolled to her side an hour or so later and pressed herself into the curve of Will’s body. Though her body was deliciously sore, her eyes were wide open. Her mind working. The question that ate at her for long minutes was similar to the one she had asked of Will earlier in the day. Could she truly want only sex? What if her mind began to drift to that old standby of many single women? The one that had done her in before? The one in which she wanted more than sex? More than abundant, ask-and-ye-shall-receive sex with any of the three of them? Why did her mind go toward happily ever after? She’d expected that before and been badly disappointed. By a man who took her for granted. Had she suddenly become a radically different kind of woman? One who could care for three men in the same household? In the same family? But she had been raised in traditional ways. Even if her mother and father had divorced bitterly, Cara had believed in love and after that, marriage. Even if her mother had taken lovers, numerous lovers, and always been disappointed in their lack of constancy and their lack of honesty, Cara had clung to the idea that lovers married. And stayed that way. She ran a hand over her face. Think! What have I done here? Have I fallen into bed with three brothers and expected, even subconsciously, some promise of a future that, to be realistic, is quite impossible? And ridiculously old-school romantic? She had to be practical. When the sun came out, she had to leave. Go back to her life. Her new life here in a small town. She groaned. What if the MacRaes told others about her little sleepover at their ranch? What if word got out what she had done, how she had been so utterly entranced by each of them? One after another? She covered her eyes. How could she hold her head up? Run her business here in town? Get real, Cara. They would never talk about her like that. That’s not who they were. Still, this affair would end. How could she survive her own failure to enchant them? That had happened to her once, losing a man’s interest. Even if he had not been worth her devotion, she had promised herself never to allow such a failure again. Yet here she was. Totally fascinated, intrigued, enthralled by three men. 56
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Chapter Eight By noon the next afternoon, the sun shone in a cool, cloudless blue sky. She and Jed rode into town in the Rocking M’s 4x4. Her own pickup, Harry had told her, needed parts. A new undercarriage, a muffler and a radiator had all been blown by the flood and the boulder in the highway ditch. Cara sat, her hands folded, noting the devastation of the downpour over the high plains. Nothing new in the Hill Country, where extreme changes in terrain caused runoff of torrential rain to flood days after a storm had passed. “You are too quiet, Cara,” Jed told her and reached for her hand. “I’m fine.” “Warm enough? I’ll turn up the heat. You have no sweater and it’s turned so much colder.” “No. I’m okay. Thanks.” He squeezed her hand, then took his back to shift gears as the truck attempted to cross a fast-running stream. “Will says you are worried about this and us. He told Harry and me that you and he talked about it. But I think you and I should as well.” She cast a glance at him. So tall, so striking in his crisp white work shirt, his padded denim vest and his denims. His profile resembled his brothers’. All had high foreheads, sharp Roman noses, square jaws and that luscious midnight hair. The eyes, so large. The winged brows, daring and wicked and downright dangerously seductive. She smiled at Jed, pulling at his shirt, which he had loaned her because her own had suffered nobly in the interest of great sex with Harry. “I enjoyed my visit. With each of you. To say the very least.” His wide mouth hitched up in a grin. “You needed to be loved and well.” She shifted, uneasy with the reference to sex and trying to drown her fears about how she had been so open to making love to the three of them there at the Rocking M. “So did each of you, evidently. Although—” He caught her reluctance to continue, then shifted gears again as they rose up a hill out of the creek wash. “Although you wonder why?” “I do. Men as attractive, as fun, as well-off as you three do not need to be celibate. And yet you each say you’ve had no women in your bed for over a year. What’s up with that?” He harrumphed. “Have you had a lot of men in your bed in the past year?” “None.” “Well, there you go. What’s good for the goose, and all that.”
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She shook her head. “The men I know don’t sit around for months—hell, some don’t sit for weeks at a spell, hoping for the right woman to hop in the sack with them. What makes you different?” “We’ve learned that kind of sex is not what we want. Not what we’re after.” “And just how did you learn that?” “Like you. Trial and error.” Crossing her arms, she laughed then, truly and fully. “Amazing.” “Not really. We’re all human, men and women. We do like comfort, security. We want someone to care for, about, someone worthy of that attention and devotion.” Biting her lip, she turned away and watched the scenery go past. “After a few years of investing time and effort in relationships that didn’t work, my brothers and I decided to save ourselves.” She had to chuckle at that one. “Why can I see this? Easy. You are sweet. Each of you.” “We heard around town you were coming back to Bravado. We remembered you.” “You remembered me whistling. Me with my dog. Why is that so memorable?” Bullshit was something the three MacRaes had never given her. And while the story of them recalling her with Little Bit was cute, it wasn’t enough for her. She’d jumped in the sack with three men and she needed reassurance like crazy that this and she were special to them. “I do not kid you.” “I was years younger than you,” she objected, yet adored the compliment. “Eight years younger than me.” “But you noticed me? Jed, come on. I was fifteen when my folks moved.” “Yep. And pretty as pink cotton candy.” “Fat with braces!” “Wide smile though. Flawless skin. Hair the color of the moon. Nice little breasts.” “Lechers do like a kid underage.” He shrugged. “A man can look even if he can’t touch.” She shut her eyes, chuckling at the memories of herself panting after him and his brothers. “And I had the hots for you three.” “You surely did,” he confirmed with a grin. “You knew?” “Baby, you used to follow us with your eyes everywhere. In church, at the grocery store. Harry and Will and I used to say if only you were older, we’d give you a whirl. But your family moved and our chance to have you was gone.” She stared at him. “You are quite serious.”
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“Dead on.” He checked her expression as he took them down another ravine crossed by a fast-running stream. “Dunno if the truck can make this one. The marker there says four feet.” The tall white gauge, one of the flood markers on every road in the Hill Country, helped travelers decide whether to venture in a valley with their vehicles or turn back. “What’s our alternative? Go home?” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “Only one more road into town.” “Let’s try it,” she urged. “Don’t want to go back to the Rocking M?” I do. Too much. “I can’t. I have work to do. The carpenter should have been at the store this morning, if he can get through the floods. And I missed my volunteer day at the senior center.” “They’ll understand you got rained in.” Jed swung the wheel around and made a uturn in the road, then idled the truck in the shoulder. “You will come back to us, hear me?” “I shouldn’t.” “But you will.” He reached over and slid her along the leather seat of the cab. Fist under her chin, he raised her face. “I want you to come back. This weekend. Bring a few clothes.” She gave out a little cry of despair. “Why bring any?” “Yeah,” he whispered as his nose rubbed the length of hers and his fabulous warm lips brushed across hers. “You don’t need many. But for modesty when we’re not making love to you, you would want some.” He cupped her jaw then and kissed her like a savage—tongue and teeth and raw claim. And oh god, she answered him with the same wild need. She liked—no, loved—his tongue. His clever, artful tongue. Her pussy got all hot and bothered just recalling the way he ate her as though he had never tasted anything so yummy. “Say you’ll come.” She caught a laugh. “Now? Or this weekend?” He cocked a brow at her. “Both, if that’s what you want.” “Sit back, boy.” She slid over to her side of the seat. “I’ll come Friday, okay?” “Promise?” “Demanding cuss,” she groused, postponing her commitment to him. “Friday at five.” “Cocktail hour?” “I’m sure Harry will whip something up worthy of the party.”
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Her labia swelled at the idea of wine and hors d’oeuvres with the three MacRae men. Her nipples blossomed too. She wiggled, marveling at the mouthwatering mental picture of her pussy being eaten by one man, her breasts palmed by another while she sucked the magnificent rod of the third. She shook her head, truly mad now. “Promise me,” Jed commanded, his look stern and domineering, brooking no rejection or prevarication. “Promise.” God help me, but I want to go back now. Fill myself up with your cocks and your incomparable loving. “Drive me home, will you? I have a business to run.” An hour later, Terrant Sommers stood in the new part of Aunt Bree’s store as Cara walked in. Jed was right behind her. She had asked him not to accompany her inside, but he would not hear of it. So there they were, she pretending Jed had just…what? Found her somewhere and brought her to work? Jed looking like the Incredible Hulk, so close behind her that you couldn’t get a hair between them. “Hi, Terr,” Cara greeted the carpenter who had a pencil stuck over his ear, a level up to one wall, measuring for her new shelves. “Glad you got through the washouts.” “Hey, Cara. Jed.” The tall blond acknowledged them both with a nod, then shook hands with Jed. “Me too. Tough going out there.” Cara prayed Terr did not show any inclination to talk too long to Jed and vice versa. She had no idea how friendly the two men were, and she didn’t want to learn. Nor did she want any indication to pass between them that she had spent the past few days in the arms of the MacRae men. “Hello there, sweetie pie.” Her Aunt Bree waltzed in through the hole in the construction plastic that separated the older woman’s shop from the new entrance to Cara’s boutique. Bree came right over and bussed Cara on the cheek. “Glad you’re here. I have been entertaining Terr this morning. He’s just gotten on with things. Well, hi, Jed. How are things up at the Rocking M?” Cara listened to the chatter, her cheeks flushing with risqué memories. “Couldn’t be better, Bree.” Jed gave her aunt a grin and a handshake. “Looks like things are moving along here with construction, Terr. Is that oak you’re using for the trim?” “We are. Giving the shop that antique western look.” “When will you be finished?” he asked, sounding all too proprietary. Cara froze. What the hell? She hadn’t said much to Jed about a timeline to open her new section of the store. Why was he making it his business to learn? “Give, take a week,” Terr told him easily. “Then we’ll sand, paint. Right on schedule, eh, Cara?” Good. She had hired him. Not Jed. She’d have to set the boundaries here and fast. She whirled on Jed and to the others, she announced, “Jed was just leaving, weren’t you?” She smiled as if they were friends—just friends. 61
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“I was. Just wanted to see you inside,” he responded, his eyes narrowed on her with sultry interest. Oh no, no, Jed. What are you doing? To her shock, he wrapped his arms around her and right in front of Terr Sommers, God almighty and her aunt Bree, he swept her up off the floor into his arms and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Her lips felt bruised and possessed as he let her toes gently hit the floor again. She fought for sanity. Wow, would she give him a piece of her mind. “I’ll walk you out. Back in a minute, Terr.” When they were standing in front of Jed’s truck, the door open and shielding them from any onlookers, she tore into him. “What do you think you’re doing talking to Terrant like that? This is my store. Mine.” “Whoa, whoa, lady!” He had his hands up. “You think I asked that of him to take over your job, your store, your project? No. I did not.” Arms akimbo, she lashed out at him. “The words were one thing. But that kiss showed possession. What else could it be?” “You don’t realize yet, do you, the nature of this town?” “What? The town? What are you talking about?” “The number of men.” “Yes. I saw that in the demographics when I did my research. I heard what you had to say about the ratio the other night. That has nothing to do with what you just said and did.” “The hell it doesn’t! Half the men over age eighteen are bachelors.” “So that means you assume because we’ve sle—” Glancing about, she lowered her voice. No one was around, but she wasn’t taking chances. “Because we’ve been together for the past two and a half days that you own me.” “Never want to own you, baby.” He moved a step closer. “Just need you to know the nature of the town. The men who are married, stay married and—” “The divorce rate is nearly zero. Big deal. But why act like a male polecat with my carpenter?” “Because Terrant Sommers is single. Looking for action. A woman. And I had to do something to show him I have a claim on you.” “You have no such thing, Jed MacRae!” To which he picked her right up in the air, pressed her against the body of his 4x4 and kissed her like she had no hope of ever coming up for air. Or finding any other man in town halfway attractive. When he let her down to the ground minutes later, her lips stung. Her body ached. And her mind screamed for some relief from her quandary. To take Jed at his word—or
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to break it off now, before he and his brothers tried to dominate more of her than her body. Before they wanted her independence. He thumbed her lower lip. “You belong to the MacRaes. We have staked our claim.” “That kind of arrogance gets you nowhere with me,” she shot back. “It already did get us somewhere. Inside that juicy little pussy of yours. Inside your mind. And, baby, know this about us MacRae boys, you’ve got us wrapped around your little finger too. So we are not about to stop fucking you until we all four agree where this is going.” “Where this is going is nowhere. I will not be ordered around. Or claimed. Or—” She waved a hand toward the shop. “Or portrayed as chattel.” He sputtered. “I have chattel. Believe me, you aren’t among them. Never could be. Never will. And I hear what you’re telling me and I understand your point. It won’t happen again. Promise.” She glared at him, unused to men who admitted they had made a mistake. “And the only way for you to see if that’s true is to come back to me. To us. So here.” He picked up her hand and slapped a slim black box into it. The box had a dial pad on it like a telephone keypad. “What in god’s name is this?” she blurted, her fury still sparking, her ego smarting. “The keycard for the Rocking M main gate.” “What for?” she shot back at him. “If you think I’m coming out there Friday night so that you and your brothers can ride roughshod—” “I promised I wouldn’t. Harry and Will won’t either. Come Friday night at five. And you will use this to let yourself in.” A wicked smile spread across his full lips. “Come early, if you can. We’ll be ready for you.” “If I considered darkening your door, I could be toting my daddy’s shotgun.” She knew she was crazy now, because she had no such weapon. Her father had never even owned one. Jed made a face, feigning that he was wounded. “Just bring you and the keycard.” “I won’t!” Nonchalant, he hitched himself up inside the driver’s seat, closed the door and through the open window, chucked her under the chin. “You need the code.” “Yeah.” She widened her eyes at him in outrage. “That’s why you won’t be seeing me.” He tsked, the damn self-centered egotist. “Don’t worry. It’s easy to remember.” “Get the hell out of my parking lot.” “It’s Cara. The code is Cara.” Momentarily shocked, she snorted. “You are crazy.”
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“About you, yes ma’am. That’s why the code is C.A.R.A.” He turned the engine over and revved it in place. “Five o’clock. Adios, baby.”
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Chapter Nine Five o’clock Friday came and went. At seven Saturday evening, Cara stood in her kitchen, loving the satin feel of her lick-me-head-to-toe imported lingerie and smiling into the phone. “Okay, Eva, I’ll pick you up in half an hour.” “Deal. I’m so glad you’ve come back to Bravado to live. I haven’t had anyone to talk with or go out with,” replied her friend. “We’ll make it a regular event. Thirty minutes. I’ll honk the horn.” Cara hung up the receiver, triumphant she had finally persuaded Eva to go with her tonight to the local dancehall. Eva’s beloved husband had passed away eight months ago and, though she was Cara’s age and lonely as hell, Eva had not been out as a single female to anything half so much fun as the Two Step. Cara was grateful to Eva because she sure as hell was not going alone, especially if somehow the MacRaes learned she was there, catting around. She would not put it past them to show up and make a scene. Not after Jed had pointed out how the local men dealt with the male-tofemale ratio. Certainly not after Aunt Bree had confirmed how the shortage of females in Bravado had made the men fiercely possessive of those women they took a shine to. “If the MacRae men like you after those two and a half days you spent with them,” her aunt had declared right after Jed left the store that morning, “the question you need to ask yourself is, did you like them right back?” “I did,” Cara had told the lady who had had two loving husbands, each of whom had kicked the bucket far too young. “What I didn’t care for was Jed’s declaration that I was his.” “Well, sweetie pie, for more than ten years, the men here in Bravado have been in competition for the few women who remain. Any new female who wanders in gets to be swept off her pretty feet. Ready or not. So if you are complaining about the odds, you’re the only man-loving woman in the world to do so. If you are complaining about what these males know about romancing a female, then you are welcome to try to educate them.” “Train a man?” Cara had objected. “Impossible.” “I have had two men in my lifetime, Cara,” the stunning forty-five-year-old redhead told her. “None of them was a saint when we first met. I loved every hair on their handsome-as-hell heads, but some things they must do to keep a woman by their side. You see, I am a firm believer that a man is a rough-hewn creature, put on this earth for a woman to sand down and polish to her liking.”
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“What if you can’t polish a man,” or three? “to your liking?” “Some men, like your ex, are not worth the trouble. Your job is to choose wisely in the beginning, then refine them.” Choose wisely. I did not do that with Jeff. When I met him, I knew he was a tomcat. I thought I could change him, make him loyal. But my bigger misperception concerned his character. What I took for strength turned out to be his desire to control. She glanced over the items on her kitchen countertop. All of them gifts. Each delivered by post or special courier, each day since her argument with Jed. Each item designed to persuade her to use the MacRaes’ keycard. One dozen blush roses. Two large verbena soaps from Grasse, France. Three bottles of bubbly prosecco from Verona, Italy. Just a few of her favorite things. She stepped back. I am going to go to the Two Step tonight with Eva and have a rip-roaring good time. Drink a little beer. Dance a whole lot. Forget the magnetic attraction that tempted me every hour of the past two and a half days to return to the Rocking M. Open the gate. Go inside and… No. I can’t fall so easily into this. I can be impetuous. Look how easily I fell into Jed’s arms. And Harry’s. And Will’s. I fell for Jeff too quickly to really know him too, and look what happened there. I need time. Feeling smart and empowered, she strode for her bedroom to inspect her pink satin bra and panties in the cheval mirror. The lush fabric just barely caught her full breasts, her rosy nipples peeking over the petal-shaped cups. Her matching panties barely merited the name, so small, so damn comfortable, the soft crotch already damp with her desire for the MacRaes. Damn, woman! Put on those jeans and t-shirt. Comb those curls over your shoulders and get the hell out of here. You want a man to take off these sweet things and do you right or what? Ohhhhh, she scolded herself. Incorrigible. Cara said thanks to her dance partner, wiped the back of her hand over her brow and headed back to Eva’s and her table in the crowded hall. It might be a chilly April outside, but inside it was steamy August. The band was good. The beer cold. And the men? She glanced around at the pack of good-looking male animals on the prowl. Young, fit and on the hunt. Cara laughed at her own conclusion. I can appreciate a finely turned-out man even if I only want three who… Stop that. Taking a quick drink from her beer bottle, she admired those on the dance floor. Eva was still out there kicking up the sawdust with her new ranch foreman. One of 66
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Cara’s other grade-school friends, Helen Wayland, visiting from Chicago, was finishing a fine Texas waltz with Cara’s carpenter, Terr Sommers. Her attention drifted back to the excellent male pickings adorning this place. The men here in Bravado were definitely big, hot and ready for action. Muscles honed by work on the ranches or in the hard labor of building a prosperous community, tonight they were spit-polished, jeans pressed, hair combed back, broad black gambler’s hats in place, even as they spun one woman after another out on the floor. Handsome in their Western duds. Hoping to be irresistible to some good lady soon. And maybe even permanently. And the women? Nearly two to one, females’ favor. Dressed to charm, some wore cowgirl fringe and boots. Others donned what Cara would call Take-Me-Home-Tonight glad rags. Skirts to the pussy-line. Blouses cut to the nipple. Cara and Eva had gone for the hometown girl look, nothing fancy, all practical lightweight Saturday-Night-Out dance gear—tees and jeans. Even her aunt Bree had shown up with her friend who owned the shop next door, decked out in denim that she poured over her shapely fortysomething figure. Then she had stood at the bar chatting with a few of the local men. But at the far tables, Cara noticed a few women who lived over in the next county. Shopping for our goods, are you, ladies? Eva wove her way through the tables to sink into her chair. “I’m melting.” She wiped her brow with a paper napkin. “Haven’t had this much fun in ages.” “So I see.” Cara waggled her brows. “How’s your foreman as a dancer?” “Heath? Terrific. Who knew, huh?” “Are you telling me you didn’t hire him for his agility on the dance floor?” Cara teased. “Not me at all. Before Jose got so sick, he was up in Dallas on business, met him and hired him.” Cara tipped her beer at Eva in a toast. “To smart men.” “Amen.” Eva clinked bottlenecks with her. “So who’s your favorite dancer this evening?” “Tough to choose. They are each so good.” “Thanks to their lessons.” “Lessons?” Cara paused, her beer midway to her lips. “What lessons?” “Oh I see.” Eva’s brilliant almond-shaped eyes went round. “No one has told you yet about their etiquette lessons.” “Come on.” Cara plunked down her beer on the wooden tabletop. Empty peanut shells skittered away with the force. “The men here go to school?” Eva giggled. “Saturday mornings in town.” “This is beginning to sound like some Broadway play.” “Whatever. We women benefit, big-time, I tell ya.”
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“What are the subjects?” “The men have choices what to take first. But they get manners, wine and food, dancing and—” “Arguments,” came a booming voice over Cara’s shoulder. The aroma of a male body in verbena surrounded Cara. A MacRae. She spun in her chair, looking up into Jed’s compellingly handsome face. “You’ve taken a class in how to argue with a woman?” “I did.” Warm seduction glowed in his beautiful jade eyes. “How’d you do?” “I failed.” He put his hand out. “Dance with me and I’ll take the test again?” He was asking. Exactly as he should. She grinned, gladly took his hand and let him help her up. Wondering how well Jed would strut his stuff, Cara grinned when the band leader asked everyone to gather on the floor. “Young and old, no need for a partner,” he urged everyone. When the fiddler and the accordion player stepped to the microphone, Cara chuckled, knowing exactly what dance this was. “Aw no,” Jed objected as the band struck up the funny music, his hand on her arm. “I will not do that.” “Of course you will.” She beamed at him. “I want you to.” ”I will not pretend I am a chicken.” “It’s easy peasy,” she cooed to him as she pushed him into the big circle along with the others and lifted his arms, bending them to chest height so that he moved to the rough, fast-paced staccato. Everyone around them began to shake their arms and butts like chickens in a barnyard. Outnumbered, Jed flapped his arms like a great big fowl and joined in. “See?” she encouraged him as he moved his body like a stick figure. “Doesn’t hurt. There you go, that’s right, a little more arm, a bit more booty there, MacRae.” They did the old German dance with a hundred or more others, until only the best bucking, shake-a-tail-feather chickens remained on the floor. Finally, when she and Jed got tagged out by one of the band members, she hooked her arm in his and led him back to the table. “Not bad.” She admired him with wide eyes that rolled round and round over him. “Even big roosters like you can cut a rug.” He hugged her like a bear. “Hell with that.” He was laughing and grabbing her around the waist to haul her back onto the floor. “I came to hold you close, baby.” Lucky for ol’ Jed, at that moment the band began a slow number. And the warm glow that surrounded Cara as he took her in his arms had her reminding herself that she would best serve her own interests by remaining logical, even aloof. Aunt Bree
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might think a man who lusted after a woman could change easily when led properly, but Cara knew better. Bree had enjoyed success in “hewing” her men to her standards. Cara had no such experience. And she knew suddenly, irrevocably in this charming moment in Jed’s arms, that she wanted this experience with him and his brothers to be right. Right for her. For as long as the four of them enjoyed each other in bed and out. Because if she didn’t get this right and learn how to be a woman who declared what she wanted with them, she would be soured on any relationship with any other man. And then she’d never learn. Never have. Never enjoy the body or the love or any kind of future with another one. Jed’s hand was big and solid. The arm he curled around her waist drew her flush to him with such insistent grace, she had to bite her lower lip to keep from trembling with delight. The way he took them into the slow, seductive moves, his long legs against hers, his chest crushing her breasts and teasing her nipples, made her whimper. “I missed you too,” he gruffed in her ear, a rough declaration only she could hear, but one she felt to the roots of her hair and the nails of her toes. And he never missed a beat. She happily surrendered to his rhythm. Jeff had hated to dance. She grinned. “I can feel you smiling, baby. So damn if I don’t know we’re better.” He took them on a turn. She leaned back to admire his striking eyes, his strong jaw and his sinfully beautiful lips. “We can get even better.” “I said some bullheaded things the other day.” “You did.” “I want to make up to you for that.” “I think,” she said as she shook back her hair and gave him a beaming smile, “you are already. Few men dance so well, Mr. MacRae.” “Thank you, ma’am. I aim to please you.” “You do. Who taught you?” He looked suddenly caught out in a schoolboy prank. “Taught me? What?” “How to dance?” “Ah. Oh, well, our daddy was a good teacher. Mom too. But we…ah…took a few lessons to brush up.” “Did you now?” She nodded, playing with him. “Where’d you take the lessons?” His lips widened in a hearty grin. “Downtown.” “This is like pulling taffy! Why won’t you tell me who your teacher is?” “Secret.” He said it like it was gospel and led her around in a big turn. Across the floor, Cara saw two large dark shapes step through the smoke of the dancehall. She smiled. “Your posse came with you?” 69
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“Like the Three Musketeers.” Harry and Will grinned at her, relief and wickedness in their eyes. Goody. She loved being wanted. No bigger head trip in the world for a woman who loved wild men in bed with her. She tingled at her self-realization. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll just have to ask your brothers for the name of your dance teacher.” Jed chuckled. “You can. But it won’t do you any good.” “No?” She arched back, her nipples drilling into his chest. “You think I don’t have ways to make any of you talk?” “Oh baby, I do want you to try. When do you think you might grace us with the challenge?”
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Chapter Ten Cara hit the keypad, sitting back in Aunt Bree’s 4x4. Her own pickup was still here in the MacRaes’ maintenance barn, awaiting shipment of the old and rare replacement parts. Watching the giant iron gate draw open in the starlit night, Cara nodded to herself, secure in the instinctive knowledge that she understood full well what she did here. She was accepting the unique invitation to make love to three men, brothers who had chosen her based on how they had felt about her when she’d been a kid. When they had been young men. When none of them had been disillusioned by the opposite sex. Yet now they knew more about her. They knew she liked them. Was strongly attracted to them. Could enjoy sex with each of them. And she, in turn, had discovered that they were extraordinary in their agreement to share her. True, around other men, they were as possessive of her as stags in rut. The way they monopolized her on the dance floor tonight at the Two Step had been the finest example. But then, as long as they were gentlemen about it, she had no objections at all. It was heady, thrilling to be wanted and protected by three such vigorous, aggressive men. “I’m ready for this,” she told herself out loud and was startled at her vehemence to say it. With a shift of the gears, she eased the truck inside the gate and, as if she were in some trance, took her sweet time moving up the drive. The house was a long ranch, all on one floor. Fronted by white Hill Country stone, it shone brightly in the moonlight. Home, she mouthed the word and was stunned at that pronouncement too. Could it be? She turned off the engine and considered the possibility. Time to learn. Climbing down out of the truck, she reached over to grab her small overnight bag from the far seat, then walked up to the front door. Her hand up ready to knock, she noted the deep, elaborate carving in the front door. A Rocking M was emblazoned there in relief, large and impressive. Like its three owners. She rapped on the door and heard deep voices approach. When it swung open, there stood Jed, his hand out to draw her in. “Hi, we got worried.” “I can see that,” she said as she checked the strained expressions of Harry and Will. All three of them looked fresh from the shower, wet dark hair, fresh clothes, barefoot. Her body understood why they had done it, and she felt a frisson of expectation that they had prepped for her arrival and their private party. But she had things to do here
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before she began to make love to any one of them. She had to tell them who she was and what her boundaries were. Here was a subject that held some of that possibility for her. “I said I would come. I wouldn’t tell you one thing and do another. Not who I am. I had driven Eva and me to the Two Step and had to take her home. Then I had to go back to my place and get some clothes.” For modesty’s sake when you three are not making love to me. Just like Jed had told her. “Let me take that for you.” Harry came forward. “I’ll put it in your bedroom.” “Mine?” she asked as Jed put a hand to her waist and led her past the big office in the front toward the big country kitchen and family room. “It is yours,” Jed told her, his eyes mellow and so appealing. Will walked beside them. “We built it hoping we’d find someone like you.” “Kind of a Build-It-and-She-Will-Come philosophy?” They agreed. She inhaled. This kind of intimation drove her crazy and it had to stop. Now. When they arrived in the midst of the kitchen, she walked out of Jed’s and Will’s reach. “Can I have a drink?” Will’s brows knit. “What’s wrong?” Her heartstrings tugged. Sensitive Will MacRae. Jed shook his head, his mouth in a straight line. “Yes, you can have a drink. What would you like and why are we having a powwow?” “I’d like scotch, neat, two fingers,” she told them. “And we are talking because if we four are going to have any kind of quality relationship the way you imply you want with me, then you are going to have to be square with me about how and why I am here.” “Not obvious?” Harry asked as he entered the kitchen, settled back against the granite counter and gazed at her with curiosity. “Some of your interest is quite obvious. We like each other. We like the look and—” “The touch and feel of each other,” Will finished. Harry laughed, devilry in his eyes. “You are one smoking hot lady.” “Thanks. You boys are…quite incomparable.” Harry crossed his arms, then put one foot in front of the other. “Incomparable. I could get used to that.” The other men smiled. “But?” Will pressed. “I came here tonight because I enjoy your company. I want it. I think I might even need it.” Jed gave her that half-smile of his. “We need you. Want you. Want to keep you.”
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“I know.” A wash of sexual desire flooded her bloodstream. “I need to be certain why I’m doing this.” Harry stared at her. “Okay. Shoot.” “Evidently, from pieces and bits of this and that, you three can say that you know who I am. Like your dance class instructor, all this seems to be very hush-hush. Okay. If you won’t tell me now, I will learn. Small point to me at the moment and even a bit irrelevant who told you. What concerns me more is that you took the time and trouble to do this.” “How is learning about you a bad thing?” Will asked. “The fact that you do know makes me alternately feel cherished and madly sexy, grateful and delighted. Or…” “Or…?” Will urged. “Stalked. Trapped. A bird in your cage. And I cannot be that for you. Not any one of you. And certainly not all three of you. I was confined once. I got loose and it has taken me awhile to learn how to fly solo again.” “All right,” Jed said. “Here it is. You know the situation in the county.” “The demographics,” she said. “I do. But this is you, all of you, and me we’re talking about.” Jed went for the liquor cabinet, poured her scotch and came back to set the glass in her hands. “News travels in a small town. Gossips are one thing. Relatives, and you have some here, are another. So we knew you had gotten married. Knew you got divorced too. And then we learned he was the worst kind of scum.” “Aunt Bree told you this?” She took a drink, loving the warmth of it amid the cool craziness of the topic. “No. Joel Winthrop,” Will told her. “Your cousin. Just in passing. Then, later, we saw you had bought the store next to your Aunt Bree’s on Main Street.” “How could you know that?” she asked. “Land records and purchases are listed in the county newspaper. Someone decided to write an article about the new businesswoman coming to town. Even the chamber of commerce did a bio. So not only were you no stranger to us, but we now had the recent news.” Harry nodded. “We knew you were coming. We knew what you looked like, what you did for a living, had done, and we even had a good idea what your bank balance might look like.” She was pleased, proud, wary all at the same time. “Wow. The power of the local community at work, huh?” “You bet,” Jed said. “And then we began to talk among us about how you used to try to get our attention whenever we drove into town. You used to stare at us. One day in August, you and Eva put glue on our truck seats while we were in the feed store.”
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She giggled and then clapped a hand to her mouth. “You were stuck there for over two hours, Jed, until Harry came from home to unstick you. Why didn’t you just wiggle out of your jeans?” “You wish,” Jed groaned. “You were a pesky kid.” Harry grinned. “All grown-up though and in our midst, we thought we would see if you might like us. One of us. Maybe. Two of us, better. Three, best of all. Cuz we are one for all here in this family. And lo and behold, honey, you liked us.” “I did. I do. But did you redo the house just for me?” “Not initially,” Harry told her. “But we did time the renovations for your arrival back in Bravado. We were planning on throwing a housewarming party and inviting you to come. Hoped we might strike up a friendship. Even see if you might be open to a little one-on-one.” She tipped her head to and fro. “And then we met by accident and you learned that I was certainly open to one-on-one, over and over again.” “That made you even more special to us,” Will told her. Harry made an agonizing noise. “We had had our fill of women who fell into bed with us for our looks or our reputations.” She choked on laughter. “No foolin’?” “None,” Harry confirmed, dead earnest. “Sex is good. Bodies are meant to be used, but a woman has to have more than a…” She widened her eyes at them. “A wet pussy?” “Yeah,” Harry continued. “We want a woman in bed with us who has some other goodies going on. A brain, some ambition and a sense of humor.” Jed watched her carefully. “You caught our attention when you were a kid. Now that you are all grown-up, we wanted to see if you could still like us. Want us. And we wanted to see if you had as much fun and spunk to you now. If you were willing to be with us, even in bed.” “Being attracted to you three has always been,” she shivered, “magnetic. Natural. Easy.” “But?” Will asked when silence filled the room. She took a large draught of her scotch. The spirits gave her courage for this last. “I don’t want to be a convenient lay.” “No woman does,” Will declared. “And I don’t want you to think I’m a horny broad who can let each of you have me any time you’re ready.” Jed inhaled, his face fretful. “If we rushed you when you were here—” “You didn’t. I made love to you, each of you, willingly every time. And I enjoyed each man for everything he showed me, everything we did together.”
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The three of them now wore shit-eating grins. She had to burst out laughing. She crossed her arms and got back her train of thought. “I want us to be honest with each other about what we want out of this and what we’re getting.” Each man agreed to that. “What do you want out of this?” Jed asked, his voice gruff with need. “I want a relationship with each of you that has the chance to blossom. I want any one of you to say immediately when it doesn’t. And we will stop. I want to be able to enjoy you honestly without that possessiveness I saw in Jed the other day. If I’m in bed with you, I’m there because I want to be. I’m yours.” Each man sucked in his breath. “I’m not any other man’s. You will find if you do not know already that I am a traditional kind of woman. I want honesty and loyalty in my relationships. I want tenderness and reason, passion and acceptance. If I can be that for one of you or two of you or three of you, I’m yours. No one else’s.” “We agree to that, Cara,” Jed said. “No question,” Harry followed. “Absolutely,” added Will. “But above all that, I am my own woman. Free to come and go as I wish. Free to love each of you when I wish or not. Is that a condition you understand? Or am I nutty to think it possible?” “You’re not crazy, honey,” Will seemed to croon to her, joy dancing in his hazel eyes. “That’s exactly what we hoped you could want and do.” She tilted her head to one side, almost incredulous. “Really? It is?” “It is.” Will scanned her figure. “Finished with your drink?” “Yes.” She held out her glass to him. “Are there more things we need to settle?” “Just one thing.” “What?” ”Why are the bathroom and my bedroom so huge?” “Why do you think, darlin’?” Realization of what he confirmed hit her like a ton of bricks. But her pussy gushed with joy and her nipples blossomed. “You mean, you thought you’d all like to make love to me at once?” “Whenever you are ready, darlin’. Yes.”
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Chapter Eleven “Now,” she told them, her voice oddly deep and rough to her own ears. “I want you now.” Each man took a step forward. She thrust out a hand. It shook. “Let me do this. Please.” Jed’s nostrils flared in need. Harry stepped back. Will clenched his hands. “Oh you three are as charming as boys. I can hardly bear it.” “Yeah?” Jed muttered in devilish challenge. “No boys here, baby.” “Let’s just see, shall we?” She toed off her fancy high-heeled boots, then slowly undid her cotton blouse with one hand, the other going to her belt buckle. When she’d gone home to her apartment, she’d taken a quick shower and shampoo to wash the perspiration and smoke from the Two Step off her body. She was going to them ready for a good talk—and maybe more. And to provide spice to the visit, she packed in her overnight bag three new pieces of silk and lace she really adored. White lacey wisps of a bra surrounded her large breasts. A skinny, crotchless white panty of the same ethereal stuff. And a white lace garter on her right thigh. As she shrugged out of her blouse and let it fall to the floor, she was rewarded with the rapt attention of three sets of eyes on her breasts. “There is more,” she promised them, loving her own aggressiveness, her way forward fueled by guts and desire. Then she wiggled out of her jeans. Both items pooled at her feet. All three men stepped right up to her. Sinking one hand in Jed’s hair, she took his mouth and made love to him with lavish kisses. Her breasts became painful points, drilling into his chest. He caught her close but she pushed away. And he let her go. She turned to Harry and pressed right up against his rock-hard body, rubbing her breasts and taking his hands to her hips where she tipped up to grind his steely cock against her pussy. At their contact, her channel ran with a river of cream. She caught her breath. Then went for Will. His massive, muscular body set her on fire, her need to feel his smooth skin under her hand a savage assault on her hope to remain impartial. She caught his face between her hands and claimed his mouth with her own greedy one.
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Humming in abandon, she tore herself away and pushed back from them all. With the deliberate moves of an accomplished stripper, she slowly, painstakingly undid the clasp of her tiny, virginal-looking bra. Her breasts fell free. The men moved, one foot to the other, restless, teeth bared, nostrils bellowing, ready for a rut. “Take your clothes off,” she ordered them. “I want to see you. Every inch. Every muscle.” They complied. Not too quickly either. Instead, they gave her a slow, steady reveal that fired her desire to giddy heights. At the sight of their powerful honed chests, she vibrated with a small orgasm. But she needed more. She pressed a hand to her mound to quell the raging storm inside her as they worked at their zippers. As Harry did so with one yank, the other two made her crazy with deliberate provocation. Their tease had her giving in to the spunky kid inside her who had once played tricks on them to get them to notice her. This time, she didn’t want to glue them to their seats, but to glue them to her. With a swish of her long hair over her shoulder, she undulated, widened her thighs, tipped up her hips and with two fingers to her seam, spread her lips to give them a tiny peek of her juicy pussy. “That’s it!” Jed seized her hand. “Come on.” Will and Harry were right behind them as Jed led her into the huge bathroom and on into the bedroom where the lights blazed, soft jazz played and her sexual fantasies now had a good chance of becoming reality. Will hit a control panel on the wall. The top slid open and he hit a button inside. To her astonishment, the platform on which the huge circular bed sat rose a foot higher. Her questioning glance had Will giving her a strained smile. “The better to see every inch of you.” Harry hit another button. This time a closet door swung open. This was a closet that she had tried when she was here and found locked. Inside this storeroom, which looked like any other, stood shelves full of pillows. Huge, oddly shaped ones. Harry walked inside, then emerged with two and put them next to the mattress on the floor. Inverted v-shaped, they made her mouth water. Cara knew at once that these were meant to support her as they fucked her. Ripples of electric delight zinged up her spine as she envisioned herself lying on her back, her legs draped up over the edges, or as she lay on her tummy to be rammed from behind. She gulped, pointed a finger at the last and said, “Ohhh I like that one.” Jed led her up the steps to the bed. Tonight, the men had removed the sumptuous duvet and sheets in beiges and browns. Red was the color of the linens. Red to highlight her skin. And theirs. Red to complement every molten move, every sigh, every gasp of pleasure. Her lips quivered, her mind swam with visions of delirious hours with them. She lay down on the mattress, one thigh rubbing the other in a modesty that was more taunt than coy postponement.
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“Come here,” she beckoned to Jed, her heart as wild as a bird’s. As he crawled up to hover over her, she trailed her hand down his sculpted abs. The lean arc of his hips. The indentation from his bellybutton to his groin and from there to his long, firm cock. She fisted him, her claim on him swift and ribald. What he had done for her, to her, the first time they joined, she craved again. “Will you eat me? Like before?” “What one brother gets, the others do too.” “Whatever you want, I’m yours.” She swallowed hard, up to the sexual challenge in spirit and praying she could deliver physically and not disappoint. “Equal in everything.” He captured her chin, his thumb rubbing the fullness of her lower lip. “No favorites.” “All for one.” “One for all,” he affirmed and sank lower, nuzzling every inch of her with languid control. In her delirium to have her labia kissed and sucked, she noticed that Harry had picked up condoms from the dresser, handed one to Will and the two of them had snapped on the latex. Jed assaulted her breasts, rubbing the nipples together and biting each one. She gulped, proud he liked her girls, pushing them up into his mouth. But he had her pussy on his mind, thank heavens. He liked to eat. Eat her. Unlike the bastard to whom she’d been married who gave her his mouth maybe twice in the four years they’d been together. But Jed slid down her belly, ravishing every bit of skin as he licked and caressed his way to her polished mound. The sight of his luminous dark head between her thighs had her grunting in joy while her cunt produced a rush of lube that trickled down her thighs. He parted the flimsy fabric of her crotchless panties and fingered her fiery slit like a tender lover. Sinking two fingers inside her, he caressed her walls and made succulent sounds with her pussy juice. From the periphery, she sensed how Harry and Will came to the edge of the bed. Naked, cocks bobbing and sheathed to fuck her, she noted how the bed was exactly the right height for them to do her good even as they stood. Her mouth curled in appreciation for all the tiny details they’d thought of to make this romp a seduction she’d never equal with any other man. Will caressed the bottom of her left foot, biting the tops of her toes. She yelped, struggling to stay still and not miss a moment while Jed put his tongue to her clit. Harry, his clever hands around her upper leg where the garter sat, rubbed his knuckles against her inner thigh, making her want his big fingers inside her along with Jed’s tongue. God, she was so lost in their lovemaking. “Lap up that good cream, bro,” Harry urged Jed as she lifted her hips in offering to his deft and greedy mouth.
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Cara bucked. Like lightning, realization hit her that the rapture of three men’s hands on her was a novelty she knew ruined her for any orgy less than this. Go with it. Have it! Embrace it! “I have enough sweet stuff for you, Harry. And Will too.” She found him at her side and reached out to admire the blue helmet of his cock, wrap her fingers around him and draw him near. The challenge to take Will’s massive tool in her mouth was a feast she was suddenly ravenous to begin. Would he ever let her? Would she ever be able to take all of him down her throat? She’d practice on his brothers. Work for Will’s. Her gaze locked with his, the promise given and accepted as he moved away. Her attention shifted, swerved as Jed took an open-mouthed journey down her folds from clit to asshole and back up again. “Sweeter than before, baby.” “I want Harry to have a taste,” she whimpered, afraid with all this attention she was going to come like a banshee before she’d had even one man’s cock inside her. “Sure.” Jed rolled to one side to let his brother dive in. Harry’s face was drawn as he crawled up and placed his cock at the entrance to her open pussy. “Gonna take a dip in the pool. See how the water feels.” And damn him if he didn’t slide right inside her as though he’d been tailored to her cunt. Her fist drove into his shoulder at the intensity of his possession. And he yanked out. “Hell. Makes you want to spill right then and there, my men,” he told his brothers, his cock glistening in the drenched condom as he stood back. Furious, empty, she decided to show them what was what here. She preened, her fingers drawing open her flesh to let all three of them look and admire. “Plump lips.” Harry dipped a finger inside to satisfy her for a mere second. “I like the way you take care of them.” Her mouth trembled. Will appeared in her vision, his hazel eyes alight with deviltry as he followed his brother and delved inside her pussy with two fingers. “Sweet little gal. All shaven bare. Red hot too, huh?” “For you. All of you,” she emphasized as she twisted one of her folds and tugged on it to satisfy herself. “I’m lonely, sweetie. Won’t someone please come pet me?” Harry jammed his hands on her thighs, spreading her so wide she thought she’d snap. The devil took his sweet damn time looking at her cunt until he growled, “I need a taste of this my way.” Pushing two fingers high up inside her raging body to gather gobs of cream, he painted her nipples with her fragrant musk. “Oh, oh, oh.” Cara could hardly breathe as Harry came down on one breast, laved it round and round until he had drunk his fill, then sucked the whole damn thing into his ravenous mouth and milked her as if he were her biggest, baddest baby. She sank her nails into his back. “She-cat,” he praised her, shook her off, then performed the whole ravishing ritual on her other breast. And as quickly as he had come upon her, he left her.
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Will loomed over her. His cock nudged her thigh. “Fuck me, please,” she urged him on a groan, her hands yanking his hips closer. Closer. The back of her hand brushed his helmet and she remembered how he came like a bull, all snort and fire, his big cock spearing her until she was bursting with him. “Please. Now.” “You know how I like you?” She could guess. Biting her lip, she shook her head to torment him. “Tell me.” “Up on your knees.” Her body ran like molten lava with scorching need. “I’ve been bad?” “You have.” He curled an arm under her and flipped her over to her tummy. He whacked her on the ass. “Up in the air. Let’s see this naughty pussy.” She pushed up, the cool air on her sopping wet cunt an unbearable turn-on. But Will had new ideas, tracing her delicate folds with a finger, then bending and biting the frilly edges to drive her to a slow wail. “I am going to come without you,” she accused them. “Soon, honey.” Will soothed her with his voice, but pulled her higher and spanked her pussy once, twice, three times—the slapping sounds luscious in the still night. Her pussy stung. She loved it. “Again,” she pleaded. “No,” Will growled, and then, as if he knew she could bear the pain of emptiness no more, he gripped her hips and jammed his cock so far inside, she screamed with delight. She came like a rocket. Grinding upward, she sobbed while Will rammed her. She came like a whirlwind, the pounding a madness she knew at once she would never want to live without. But giant though Will’s cock was, when he had pumped his last inside her, she wanted more. Another orgasm to quell her raging appetite. Another glorious ride on another MacRae. Her nails tore at the sheets. She rolled to her back, her thighs splayed open, her spicy musk scenting the air and adding to her boldness. Harry. Harry, sweet man, palmed his rigid length. “I want you. This,” she beckoned him with legs spread in invitation, his gaze ablaze as he devoured the way she beseeched him with the lure of a woman who loved fucking. He stepped up to the bed and in one heartbeat, covered her body with his own. “Arrgh,” she arched backward in glee at his heavy claim. “Show me what you’ve got, baby,” she urged him in words he had used on her. In one smooth move, he hauled her up on his thighs and impaled her. Filled to her eyeballs, she beat on his shoulders for him to move. Fuck her! He chuckled, the hellion. Her breasts bouncing, her cunt grabbing his length, she went with
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the rhythm and the lust. Her two other men, one with a flagging rod, the other with a full and ready one, stroked themselves in sight of her. With the men’s eyes alight with passion, she gloried in their attention. Loved by three brothers. How could she be so lucky? With gritted teeth, she came again. Her whole body taut, she soared with the swelling power of impending release and she flew toward it with a voracious desire she’d never known. Harry held her head between his hands, his hips agile and swift as he pounded himself inside her, his orgasm quick, his shout hoarse with pleasure. She edged over her own sharp precipice, then sank, boneless against his chest. Harry stroked her back, then whispered, “Jed needs you, darlin’.” She pushed up in a haze of bliss, eager and oh so hungry still. Harry smiled, smoothing her hair from her cheeks. She gazed at Jed, beckoning him with her fingers. “Come here, sweetie. I can’t wait to put my lips around your cock.”
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his tongue inside her channel so far—god!—so far she writhed as he tongued her and drank her juice with sultry slurps. Jed’s cock bumped her cheek and in response, she struggled to free one of her hands to hold him at the root. “Come closer, sweetie. I need you all the way down my throat.” He nudged nearer and she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his circumference, laving the delicate skin and defining the veins. She took him farther inside her, marveling at her own abilities, proud of her capability. Her hand shifted, cupping one of his balls, tight and ready to deliver. Urging him gently forward, not even knowing if she could reach him, she whimpered to take one of his nuts in her mouth. Success brought a bawdy curse from Jed’s lips. She sensed he fought for control, but she didn’t want him to have any. She wanted him to surrender to her, something she had never had from a man, a wild thing she craved and fought now to get from Jed. As if he knew, as if he understood in some carnal way, he shoved his cock forward into the cavern of her mouth. And while Will plumped up her pussy lips and sucked on her clit so fast and hard until her hips pumped into his mouth, and while Harry twisted her nipples until her areolas ached with painful lust, she took Jed’s long cock over and over until he stilled, shook and shot his cum down her throat. Seeing him through a fog of triumph, Cara licked her lips. When he leaned down to kiss her mouth, he was lavish and tender with praise. Harry drilled his nails into her nipples. Will bit her clit and she screamed. Her cunt throbbing, she broke apart. Will shifted. Jed held one of her thighs while Will snapped on new latex and rammed right up inside her. “Sweet thing,” he called her as he shot forward over and over again, “you can come again and again.” She moaned in agreement and wonder. “I know,” Harry told them as he caressed her breasts and let the pressure build inside her to orgasm again, “we have ourselves the right woman.” Jed dipped his fingers inside her pussy as Will retreated. The stretch drove her right out of her senses and she yelled at them to fuck her please, fast, hard, now. “You got it,” Will gruffed, lifted her ass up onto his thighs and did everything she asked. As soon as his giant cock shot up inside her, the throes of her climax shuddered through her as if a volcano had erupted inside her. She let the explosion take her up, rip her open and consume her. Nothing left of her earthly self, she drifted down, down, down and lay back, cuddled into Harry and slept. When she awoke, she moved slowly, sated with lazy delight. Her bones mush, her muscles cotton candy, she tried to stroke Harry’s cheek. Her arm flopped as if she were 82
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a wraith in some slow-motion movie. To say she felt as if the house had fallen on her was mild. When she pushed herself up on one elbow, she understood that making love to three hunky guys had drained her totally. But looking at them in their slumber, she noted they were just as sapped of strength. And the way they were spread all over her body could be another reason she felt like lead. Pressing her labia together, she reveled in her exhaustion. Who could have thought she’d welcome three men making love to her? At once. And in such lovely circumstances. She swallowed hard. And damn if she didn’t want them again. But not without availing herself of that splendid bathroom. “Where you going, sweet thing?” Will, who had been draped over her legs, caught her by the ankle. “Shower,” she got out, her voice husky, her throat sore from working Jed’s cock. “Come with me?” Jed and Harry pushed up. Will got to his feet and offered her his hand. When she tried to stand and swayed, he caught her. “Whoa, let me help you.” Arms around his neck, she pecked him on the cheek. “You’ll wash me too.” “At your service.” She turned to the other two men, “Coming? I need you.” Will strode in to the center of the beautiful walk-in shower with her in his arms. The water from all the jets turned on as he passed. The spray was warm, insistent, soothing to her body from throat to breasts, to her pussy and ass. She hung against Will as he let her feet slide down. “I’ll get better at this, I promise,” she told him. “I know you will.” He backed her to the cool travertine tile. His attention went to the ceiling, his fingers circling her wrists and dragging her arms up until she felt metal bracelets on her skin. And a click. Her gaze shot upward. She was cuffed to the ceiling. “What do you think?” he asked, his huge hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “Too sore to let me fuck you?” “No.” She lifted her leg to draw him to her. “I think I’m addicted.” He chuckled and bent to suck her breasts into his hot mouth. Behind him, Jed slapped a condom in his hand. Harry, beside her now, ran a hand down her back and to her shock, massaged her asshole with slippery, sensitive fingers. “Never had a man here, have you?” he asked, his lips on her ear. “You’ll be first,” she told him, wiggling as the tip of one finger invaded her ass and slipped out again. “Will it hurt?” Harry kissed her cheek. “No, darlin’. We’ll take it nice and slow.” 83
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Will shifted his weight, spread her thighs and drove right up inside her pussy. Her head fell back in shock. She was sore, but so far gone with need that it didn’t matter to her as much as the union she craved. As he fucked her, his cock stroking her to whimpering glee, Harry kept tapping her tiny hole. And when she gasped and Will groaned that he was ready to come, Harry thrust his finger inside her and her climax rippled through her like warm water over her muscles. Harry unsnapped her cuffs and Will carried her out of the shower. Jed sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, taking her tenderly from Will to wrap her in a heated towel and rub her body dry. A mass of jelly, she hung in Jed’s arms. “Come to bed now, baby. Time to rest.” He stood up with her in his embrace and strode to the bedroom. Putting her in the center of the mattress, he covered her with nubby blankets and crawled up beside her. The last thing she understood was that Harry and Will said good night and only Jed joined her in the big broad bed.
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Chapter Twelve The next morning, sunshine streamed through the skylights above her. She stretched, expecting one of her lovers to be here with her. Alone? She rose up on an elbow, glancing around the room. Aside from the fact that she was naked beneath the comfy blankets, the only vestiges of last night’s exquisite erotic experience were the bright red sheets. She inhaled, a mix of emotions rioting in her brain. Had that sensuous woman here with these three men really been her? She’d never known such passion, never displayed such ownership of any man, certainly not three and not at one time. Nor had she ever expected that a man could want her so rabidly, so dearly. And certainly not three and not at any one time. Fantasy? She moved her thighs and felt the pangs of last night’s exertions. No dream, Cara. Vivid images of what she’d done. Said. What they had said and done to her, for her. If this was real life, she was insatiable for more of it. She shoved back her blankets and this time, recalling her weakness last night when she had left this bed, she put her feet to the floor gingerly. The tufted wool between her toes felt like verdant grass. The air, refreshing. The light from above, reassuring that the world outside did still exist and this universe here inside these walls with these three men was a reality she craved to embrace and cultivate. In the shower, she took her time. Her body showed the signs of her escapades. Her throat was sore. She grinned at the memory of sucking Jed, an accomplishment she was so proud of. Her breasts bore red marks, but no bruises. Her lovers had treated her to their lips and teeth, their careful hands. But oh, her pussy was the happiest little part of her this morning. She fingered herself, her cunt molten liquid still, sensitive and swollen, and her clit virtually pulsed with delight the second she tapped it. Suddenly, the urge to climax clutched her and in reflex, she dropped her hands to her sides to let the water rush over her. If she wanted to come, she had three men happy to oblige her. Quickly she shampooed and finished her ablutions. All the while she listed the items she must discuss with them. Although she now understood they intended to be her lovers—her tender lovers—she needed to draw boundaries around time and place and frequency. She was no idle woman. No carefree female with nothing else to do but lounge her life away in the arms of three lusty men.
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She was no idiot either, and the cuffs she’d discovered last night most likely were not the last of the implements to be used with them. Never had she forgotten the box of black leather goods that had brought her to the Rocking M in the first place. Secure in her plan, she headed for her bedroom and her overnight bag. Inside, she had another set of undies she would treat her men to, if they wished. But she hoped what they might all four do for a while was talk. Jed poured himself another cup of coffee and eyed the door to the bathroom. “The shower’s off. I think she’s finished. Ready for this?” Harry nodded at him, scrambling eggs in a bowl. “We have to make sure she understands what we want. Where we need this to go.” Will strolled in, his hair wet from his own shower, and inhaled the aroma of the sausage frying on the stove. He’d been out since six o’clock to check the salt licks and the feed stalls. “She needs time to absorb what happened last night. I’m in no rush. I’d rather romance her and up our chances that we can keep her.” “I’m with you,” Harry said with a scowl at Will, “but using the cuffs last night was not on the agenda.” Will looked sheepish but defended himself. “She didn’t freeze up on me.” “Right.” Jed had to agree. “Didn’t look that way.” “And she surely did like you fingering her ass,” Will told Harry, eyes wide. “Another little item we didn’t plan for last night.” “I know,” Harry admitted. “I can’t fault you when I got carried away myself.” “Hey, guys!” Will blurted. “We’ll be more careful next time.” Jed grumbled. “Hope to god there is one.” “You worry too much,” Will told him and took his coffee to the kitchen table. “What are you worried about?” Cara asked, her voice a soft rasp as she appeared in the doorway from the bath. Jed nearly swallowed his teeth at the sight of her. She wore a thin white cotton tshirt that bared her abs and a pair of lounge pants, brushed cotton, that sat low on her hipbones. Jed could tell that beneath the shirt, she had on some sort of small bra that cupped her nipples and let them hang out just-so over the edge. His cock twitched. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste those breasts, all right. He took a drink of his coffee instead of making a damn gorilla of himself. His brothers looked no more in control of themselves at the sight of her. Will’s eyes narrowed on her. Harry paused, mid-stir of his eggs in the frying pan. “Hey, darlin’.” “How’d you sleep?” Jed walked toward her, slow and easy as if it were a regular occurrence to have her here for breakfast. She beamed at him, her pretty pink mouth wide with delight. “Like the dead.” 86
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He choked in laughter. “We would have preferred you to say something else.” “Yeah, well.” She rolled a shoulder and took a step toward him to buss him on the cheek. “Like what? That I’m well-rested? Hungry? Happy?” “Sure. Just like that.” He took his due, then watched her give Will and Harry smackers on their cheeks. Was she happy? Content? What is the deal here, Cara, baby? We need to know. “Can I have coffee?” She peered over Harry’s arm, grinned at his eggs and sausage. “And god, am I starving.” Will stood up and pulled out a chair for her. “Come sit. I’ll get your coffee for you.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him. “I need it before we talk.” Jed froze, expecting she’d bitch about the cuffs. “Best to get started.” She crossed one leg over the other, looking a bit too purposeful to be relaxed. Her breasts bobbed beneath the skinny tee. Jed wished he could rearrange his cock in his jeans. She made him hard just sitting here, for god’s sakes. What to say to her? Thinking too much, he rolled his tongue around his mouth. “We hoped you had as good a time last night as we did.” She absolutely beamed at him. “I did. Oh. I. Really. Did.” “Yeah?” Will set her mug in front of her, then sat next to her. Leaning back in his chair, he began to massage her shoulder. “We gave you quite a workout, sweet thing.” She seemed to test the tension in her arms and legs. “I can feel it in every cell.” “If that was too much,” Jed began, “then—” “Might have been,” she allowed. Harry came to stand beside Jed. “We can be better.” “We were eager,” Will pointed out. “As teenagers,” Jed added. “Yes,” she seemed to savor the word. “And I loved it.” “You did?” Will asked, as if he always knew it was true. “And I think if we’re going to be together again, I need to prepare.” “Prepare?” Jed and Harry asked in unison. Cara licked her lips, the look on her oval face pure wicked woman. “I need to get back to my jogging. For endurance.” “Yeah, right,” Jed chuckled, relief coursing through his body. “That would help all of us.” “Ya think?” She rolled her eyes at him and they all got a big laugh out of that one. Then she brushed the fabric of her pants and picked off imaginary lint. “I thought too, I might do a bit of weight training.” “Sure ’nuf,” Will added. “We have a good set in our workout room.” Jed shot him a warning glance, while Harry outright scowled at him. 87
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“Don’t mind him, Cara,” Jed bit off. “I’d like to use your weights,” she told them. Jed groaned inside. “What the hell, why not?” he shrugged, giving up on trying to orchestrate this love affair with her. Too damn many brothers involved to keep order. “Where is your weight room?” she asked. “I haven’t seen it.” “There’s a lot to the ranch you haven’t seen, baby,” Jed told her to cover their tracks. The weight room was beyond the men’s bedroom corridor and attached to their dungeon. Cara would see it when she was good and ready for it. If that took weeks or months, so be it. “For now, let’s eat our breakfast.” “Nothing strenuous for me today,” she told them, watching each man react and exhaling as each brother nodded in agreement. Jed noted how she rubbed her wrists where she’d been shackled to the shower ceiling. “You can start your jogging tomorrow. Definitely not today. How about a movie after breakfast?” “I brought one, in fact.” Harry groaned. “Zombies? Spies? Things that blow up every two minutes?” “None of that. You’ll like it. Promise.” “Uh-oh.” Will made an ugly face. “I feel a chick flick attack comin’ on.” “Stop that. It won awards for everything. Plus, I brought popcorn,” she added, as bright as a teenage girl on her first wild date. “That’s what we’ve been missing.” Jed snapped his fingers. “Someone with good taste to choose our movies.” “Maybe,” she taunted them, “someone who brings good popcorn. Okay, so we’ll watch it,” she said. “Then I have got to run home.” “But you are coming back,” Jed told her. “Am I?” He nodded. “Goody.” She grinned. “Next weekend sound okay?” “Perfect.” Jed told her. The world was right for now. “Before you go, we have presents for you,” Harry told her as he served her a plate of food. “Oh come on, fellas. I don’t need anything.” Will took a drink of his coffee. “We like these for you. You’ll have them. Use them.” “If you like them,” Jed rushed in to add the conditional to Will’s statement, “please use them.” “What are they?” Jed’s mouth went dry.
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Will and Harry focused on her face, and then as if drawn by magnets to her nipples and her crotch, they blinked and cleared their throats. Cara was laughing. “Now I cannot eat until you show me what you have!” Harry and Will rose as though someone had put buckshot in their chairs. Jed shook his head, trying to ameliorate the situation. “We can wait.” She got to her feet. “I can’t.” Jed winced. “Baby, I don ‘t think we should show you these—” “Oh come on, sweetie,” she urged him, her arm through his, her nipple rubbing his upper arm. “You can show me, can’t you?” “But we won’t touch you,” Jed declared and gained forbidding looks from his brothers. “Good. I’m not capable of surviving that without a meltdown.” “No worries,” he promised to the polite echo of Harry. But Will stood and said, “Take your clothes off.” His tone swept over her like a sweet, warm wave of temptation. Her body tingled with expectation, the surprise of gifts a rare joy. Yet Will’s voice invoked a question in her mind. Could she trust him not to touch her? Teasing apart what she knew of him, she swirled her top over her head and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts swelled at their exposure. Her nipples beaded, spilling up and over the edge of her lacey French demi-bra. At the men’s gasps of appreciation at the sight, Cara unhooked her bra. Her nipples tingled in excitement. Then she slipped her fingers to her soft cotton pants, pulled the string and let them puddle at her bare feet. Her panties, white and transparent, were a thin boundary. They too swiftly met the floor. Naked, she stood as the three MacRaes circled round her like animals on the prowl. She shook her hair over her shoulders, the ends curling over her hungry breasts. She stared at each man as he passed before her, her feet planted in a stance she would call warrior queen. That they did not touch her aching nipples or her flooding pussy was a miracle and a mistake. Once stripped of every scrap of cloth, the music that sang through her body was the need to be touched and petted and claimed and loved by them. Yet she bit her lips, pressed her pounding labia together and let them look and admire. Let them tell her what to do. Harry took from his pocket two silver clips in the shape of tiny birds. “For your nipples.” “Clamps?” she asked, astonished, breathless. Other women got jewelry. Why not receive delicate birds for her breasts?
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“Wear them when you think of me.” He winked at her then crossed his arms. “Put them on.” Gulping at the thrill of self-stimulation, she preened when Jed and Will grinned at her. She clipped them on, her eyes closing at the delicious pinch of the clamps. What could Jed and Will give her? Will pulled something small from his jeans pocket, rolled it between two giant palms and put a hot black bullet in her hand. “For your ass.” She stared at him, shaking her head. “But I don’t know how to use this.” He lifted his palms in the air. “Yes, you do. Use it this week. I have bigger ones for you, when you’re ready. And trust me, you will want to be ready.” For your massive cock? In my ass? Yes. In my mouth? Absolutely! She shivered in delighted anticipation, her throat swallowing over and over to learn the last gift. “Jed?” “This piece is from me.” He took from the lower shelf of a kitchen cabinet a black leather belt, or so it appeared to be. Yet it was delicately braided, and as he draped it around her hips, his fingers barely touching her skin, his eyes only on his task, Cara felt how supple the leather was. Jed hooked it in the back, dragged it just to the points of her hipbones and then brought from his jeans pocket a silver chain. The oddest looking piece, the silver appeared to be a thong with two chains that Jed secured over her mound and under her labia. “Spread your legs wider, baby,” Jed urged, his face so close to her cunt that she creamed for the kiss of his lips. When she did open up, he reached under her pussy and up in back to another hook and clamped it. Then in one slow slide, he tightened the chain. She caught her breath. The chain separated her pussy lips and held them open so that her clit, now full and eager to be cared for, protruded for the three men to see. Worse, or better, the chains went right up her crack, rubbing her asshole and driving her nuts. She sank to her knees. Her eyes shut. “Get up,” Will ordered her, his voice the bass command of one who was never refused. Her gaze locked on his, his tone alone had her rising, tipping up her hips to settle the chain more comfortably and letting them see what kind of woman they had created here with their exquisite loving and their erotic presents. “Thank you,” she managed in an even voice that sounded of more control than she felt. “I look forward to wearing your gifts. I’ll see you next Friday night.” “Five o’clock,” Will seemed to warn against any tardiness. She gave him and his brothers a satisfied half-smile, secure in the knowledge that they not only wanted her back, but liked her spunk. “And if I need you before then,” she cooed and strolled past them, rolling her hips and letting her heavy breasts sway, then picked up her clothes from the floor. She
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Chapter Thirteen She didn’t need to. Monday, while she was in the middle of unpacking a shipment of medieval-style satin and silk corsets from Milan, Jed strode into her back room. “Hi there.” She beamed at him, overjoyed he had come to visit. “I didn’t think I’d see you until Friday.” He walked right over to her, removed his black cattleman’s hat and hauled her into his arms. “Needed a little refreshment.” And then he kissed her, all gone-to-hell possession. Primed for more of his body, she wiggled against him. “Mmm. Glad you came.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Thought I’d take you to lunch.” She arched a brow at him. “Just lunch?” “Just.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the door. “No need to have the others here?” “Is that what you got from the weekend? No,” he told her gravely. “We three have a pact. If you want us all together, that’s good. If you want us separately, just as fine.” “Up to me then?” She had to learn. “Not always. Sometimes, don’t you just want to be taken?” How did he know? “Yes.” But the cuffs and Will’s voice worry me. “I need to be clear.” He swiped a hand over his mouth. “Today, I’m here because I missed you and I need to eat. So do you. Which means…?” Relieved at the idea she could have a normal everyday relationship with him and his brothers, she said, “Wait. Let me lock up.” She caught her purse and turned the key in the lock, then let him take her a mile out of town to an old icehouse that served the best burgers in a hundred miles. He did not touch her again. More’s the pity. She ached for it. Even tempted him with a lingering kiss at her backdoor. But he ruffled her hair. “Take care, baby. Friday.” “Friday.” She waved goodbye as he drove off in his 4x4, wondering why he didn’t ask how her chain fit. Or felt. Or drove her totally insane with desire when she dared to wear it at night alone in her apartment.
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“Come on in now. What do you think?” Cara led her aunt Bree through the plastic sheeting entry to her new part of Bree’s boutique Thursday night at six. Bree examined every inch of the room, turning in a slow circle to take in the bisquecolored walls, the blush satin on the French Rococo chairs and the deeper rose draperies framing the fitting rooms. “Stunning. You’ll have every woman in five hundred miles in here clamoring for a complete wardrobe.” Cara had her hands clasped before her, proud at how well her ideas had come together. “God, I hope so. I’ve sunk so much money in this that it better be profitable quickly or I’m in the bread line.” “Jeffrey owed you more than fifty grand, honey,” her aunt said with a sneer at the man they both could take apart with their hands. “After what he put you through.” “I’m over that,” Cara told her. Her aunt leveled her dark-green gaze on her. “The MacRaes helped you through it too, haven’t they?” “They have.” Although I do ask myself if I’m ready for the complete transformation of my character that their actions seem to be demanding. “Hmm.” Her aunt pursed her lips and walked around the store fingering the fabrics that shimmered and teased. The bras and corsets, the panties and nighties were all works of art few Texas women ever saw except online. “What bothers you, Aunt Bree?” Please don’t tell me I’ve made a bad choice in these men. Her aunt faced her. “They are good boys. Well brought up.” “Why do I hear a ‘but’ there somewhere?” “They are gentlemen. But you must realize that with the male-to-female ratio here, our men are a bit different in Bravado.” “How different?” Cara moved closer to read her aunt’s minutest facial expression. “They are starved for good women to love them.” “Are you saying that makes them unable to choose good mates for themselves?” If that’s the case, then does that mean I am deluded in thinking the three MacRaes are kind and caring of me especially? Or would they do that for any woman who came along with a smile and a body they wanted to play with? “No. The men here in Bravado know what a good woman is. I’m concerned that these three men, who were known to be wildcatters as recently as a year ago, are the right men for you.” Men. Her aunt had said men, plural. Cara didn’t know whether to be calmed or in despair that Bree knew she was seeing all three of them. “Are they?” her aunt pressed. “Right for me? Yes. I think so. I’ve been with them only a few days, but—” “Long enough, sugar pie. And if you like a man after the thirty-second thrill in the sack is gone, then you can place odds he’s gonna be fine outside the bedroom.”
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Cara stared at her aunt. “And three? Do you think a woman can control three?” “Control?” Bree looked at her as though she had grown three heads. “Sugar, you will not control three men in all ways. But you can make them your own. If you have half a mind to…and they don’t scare you off.” The cuffs in the shower. Her gifts from them. Will’s gruff tones of command. Those sent warning shots up Cara’s spine. Put those together with the box of black leather whips and masks, the huge harness and some other contraption she couldn’t discern— and she wondered if Aunt Bree had more than one reason to speak of Cara being scared off by them. “I’m not afraid of them,” she told her aunt. “Good. Like I said, they are fine boys. But Jeff did a number on your self-esteem with his criticisms.” “And all the women he had while we were married.” “Exactly. So take your time, Cara. These MacRaes seem well-taken with you but make certain you get what you want from them just like they get from you.” “Thanks,” Cara said, grateful for the advice. What did she want from them? Aside from the opportunity to have three different lovers separately or in a fantastic a quatre? “You’re welcome. Best to get yourself grounded and rested before your grand opening next Saturday afternoon. I’ve heard every customer of mine this week say she’s coming and bringing her friends.” “I’m so excited. The marketing firm I hired out of San Antonio has done a great job of getting the website set up. I have more than three hundred orders already.” “Gonna be a huge success,” a booming voice told them from across the room. “Harry MacRae,” Bree greeted him. “Are you boys coming to toast our girl here in her new venture?” “Yes ma’am, wouldn’t miss it.” He winked at Cara as he tipped his Stetson to her. “I came to take you for a drink.” Cara clapped her hands at the victory that he too, had come to see her before the week was out. “Great. I am thirsty and we’re closing up here. Why not come with us, Aunt Bree?” “No indeedy. I have had a long day. I am going home to put up my feet and have a vodka tonic. Maybe two. You both go. Have fun. Good night.” Cara and Harry watched Bree disappear back through the plastic sheeting. “I’m coming out to the ranch to see you all tomorrow night,” Cara told him when he didn’t move from the back door. “And you didn’t call.” “Like I threatened?” “Yeah. Just like.” “And so you are here because…?” 94
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“Had to come lay eyes on you.” “Oh?” She couldn’t resist toying with him. To learn if she could lead him—or any one of them, she had to test the reins, didn’t she? “Couldn’t wait?” His dimple deepened as he gave her a half-smile and turned on his heel. “Guess I’ll go if you’re gonna be—” She caught him by his long hair. “Hey!” He whirled around and had her in his arms in a split second. She chuckled, wrapping her wrist in his silky mane and brushing her mouth against his. “Hey,” she whispered. “I missed you too. Kiss me.” His hands crushed her close and as he picked her up and took her to one of her fine French chairs, he devoured her lips. “Christ, you taste good. Been starved for you all week.” “Music to my ears.” “How are you?” he asked, his sea-blue eyes drifting to her breasts and the juncture between her thighs. She swallowed hard. She’d put the butt plug in her ass for the second time today and with Jed’s chain teasing her clit at the same time, she could have torn Harry’s clothes off in one second. Instead she told him, “I like your birds.” He stared at her blouse as if he had x-ray vision to see her hardening nipples. “They been good to you?” “Every night.” She squirmed in his lap. “Making all kinds of noise.” His left brow ticked up a notch. “That so?” “Yes. They say, ‘Where’s Harry? He needs to help us out’.” “Hunh. Chatty birds. What do you say back?” “I shush them. Then I tell them to ‘keep me happy for now. He’ll put his hands and lips on me Friday night’.” “Got that right.” With not much ceremony, he stood up and caught her so she wouldn’t fall. “We’re going for a beer.” “Harry?” She pulled him back. “How long can this go on?” He turned serious. “Meaning?” “Me, coming out to make love to all of you. You three, treating me like a queen. I know it’s not normal for three men to want one woman, even in a county with bad odds for single males. This affair is like playing with matches. One of us is going to go up in flames.” He put his big hands on either side of her face then and crooned, “Listen to me, darlin’. We’re playing for everything we can get with you. Hoping you want us three as much. If anyone’s going to get hurt playing with matches, it’s us boys.” “How can that be?”
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“You think of yourself as a normal woman. We think of ourselves as normal men. Just because we—” He bit off whatever his next words would have been and shut his mouth. Then he hooked his arm in hers and said, “That’s all I’ll say. Now let me buy you that drink and afterward I am going home.” He did as he promised, no more kisses, no more cuddles, one cold beer and then adios. “See you tomorrow night.” “Five o’clock,” she told him. “Don’t be late. Will goes crazy if you’re late.” Okay then. Will, the party planner. The one in charge. The one who has not come to me this week. Cara nodded. Exactly what she had known. Exactly why she had to learn more about what she could expect with them. And decide if she wanted everything they had to offer.
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Chapter Fourteen Friday at four-forty-five, Cara pushed in the code to open the MacRae main gate. Solemnly she meandered her tiny truck up the driveway and pulled to a stop in front of the door. Taking her overnight bag, she worried her lower lip that what she had put inside was far too little. True, she had included her shampoo and makeup. But for everyone’s enjoyment, she had included one set of Viennese red satin corset with matching thong and her new baby-blue flannel pjs. Those were just in case she decided to sleep alone. Nothing else. Nothing normal to wear to watch a movie. Or eat breakfast. Or go riding. Am I now certifiable? Maybe so. Let’s take a chance on these men and see. She swallowed hard, moving forward to shift gears and set the brake, and felt the drag of her pussy chain and the thrust of her ass plug. The bird clamps beneath her sweatshirt dug into her flesh. Closing her eyes, she admitted she loved the sensations. But could she stand more? Did she want to? And why? She navigated the walk with a careful step. Her knock on the door was brief, loud. Jed swung it open with a smile on his face. “Early. Wonderful. Come on in.” Loving the comfort of his hand to her waist as he led her past the front offices toward the country kitchen and family room, she couldn’t calm her fears of the unknown. Even when Harry left his stove to come hug her and welcome her, she had a tough time breathing. The challenge to her peace of mind climbed up a notch when Will entered from the hall where the men’s bedrooms were. “Drink?” Will asked, his hazel eyes probing her own. Did she look as wary as she felt? “Beer is good.” When she had her bottle in hand and they all sat in the family room arrayed at different points on the leather sofas, the men asked her about the progress on the shop. She gave them a few answers. Curt, colorless answers. “Harry tells me we’re coming to your grand opening next Saturday,” Will offered. “I hope you will. I need you to be there and make the other men feel welcome.” Jed smiled. “We’ll set up an account ourselves.” She blinked. “Why?” “We will buy your lingerie, darlin’,” Harry told her as if it was law. “But I can buy my own.” “Not anymore you don’t,” Jed insisted. 97
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She was seeing red. “Why is that?” “Because we are your men now,” Will told her. “We want to buy you what you want.” “What if I don’t want you to do that? What if I am my own person? What if I hate your taste?” Will grunted. “Anything in your shop is what you yourself have ordered. Therefore it follows that you must like it.” “Like it, but maybe not love it. Not think that I look good in it.” “Prickly tonight, are we?” Jed asked, part good humor, part concern in his tone. “Very.” She stood up. Walked toward the kitchen counter and eyed the hallway toward the huge bathroom and bedroom. “I’ve got a few questions for you.” Harry and Jed frowned. Will sat back, totally at ease, his arm sliding along the back of the leather sectional. “Let’s hear them.” Harry inhaled, glancing at her, then at his two brothers. “She still worries one of us is going to get hurt.” “Not so,” declared Will. “Tell me how that can be,” she demanded. “You liked what happened with each of us here that first day you came to us,” Jed declared. “Didn’t you?” “I did. But how I like jumping into bed with three different men is an astonishing fact to me.” “We understand,” Harry acknowledged. “A concept that’s hard to handle,” Will agreed. “The first time, sure. But last weekend, how’d you feel then, honey?” She shifted, her birdies, her pussy chain and bullet reminding her that her hours with them all had been unbelievable. Unmatched. “Treasured.” Jed rolled to his feet and strode toward her. “Like we wanted you to feel.” She watched him make his way around the furniture to sink his fist in her hair, pull back her head, then kiss her hard and fast. Breathless, she had to ask, “How did you feel?” “Loved,” he whispered. Suddenly, Harry was on her other side, his hand at her nape, his mouth making a trail up her throat to her jaw and her lips. “You are a magnificent woman.” A frisson rippled up her spine. She gazed into his baby blues and adored his compliment. “Magnificent men demand a proper match.” Will stood before her. “But you are still afraid.”
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Jed said, “Biggest truth is that you’ve made a big difference in our lives. We laugh. We joke together. The three of us had lost that.” “We watch flicks without dissecting them,” Harry pointed out. “We do the Chicken Dance,” Jed added with a pained expression. Will chuckled. “Yeah. We needed a woman to bring out the fun in life.” “And the sex?” she led him on. “The fun in sex, sure. The little stuff that makes it more than bodies hooking up. Makes it full of meaning. And real excitement.” She stepped backward, toeing off her flats, her hands ripping her sweatshirt up and over her head, then unzipping her jeans and letting them fall so they could see she wore no lingerie today. In fact, she wore nothing but their gifts. “I’ve surprised myself. That I could make love to each of you. Then to all of you at once. That I could love being spanked. That I could make love to you freely and often.” She gave Will a small smile. “Well, maybe not each of you, but you know I want to try to do you, sweetie, big as you are.” Will grinned, as satisfied as a kid. “We were right to want you.” “Were you?” She ran two hands through her long hair and shook her head. “I’m not sure. Yes, I can enjoy all your hands on me. And I can revel in the excitement of your odd little gifts to me.” She swept a hand down her body to entice them and knew she was becoming a tease. “I have wanted you every minute of every hour this week when I have been so wild to use these damn things. But I know there must be more.” Jed called her name. “Please. Let me finish. The birds bite into my nipples and I am a crazy lady. The chain drives me absolutely nuts to put my fingers on myself, but I know you told me that I mustn’t.” “Only we make you come,” Will declared. “I know. I also remember what you said about the butt plug. That you had more. That they were bigger. And god, Will, I have it in now and I want the bigger one. Soon.” Will reached toward her. But she put up a palm. “No.” “Why not?” he countered. “Show me. Tell me the rest of the story. What you’re all into. I know these steel hooks on this belt,” she said as she hooked her thumbs into two of the eight at various points around the leather, “are meant for more than decoration. The box I brought you that first day I had opened mistakenly. I saw the floggers, the paddles, the cuffs of every material. The leather ropes. “I saw a harness, black leather, heavy. For a man, I would think. So you see why I want to know more. Want to know it all. Want to see it all. But I have to do it before I agree. If you care for me in any way—”
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“Don’t doubt it,” Jed proclaimed. Emotion made her voice tremulous as she looked Jed in the eyes and said, “You have to give me this. This preview. Tell me. Show me. I can’t—” Her old fury at Jed for being macho in her shop washed over her. But only for a minute. “I can’t walk into this blindly. You owe me the opportunity to choose this for myself.” “We knew that your husband had abused you mentally,” Jed admitted. “By word and deed, he’d led you to believe,” Harry said, “that you were not worthy of one man’s love. Not strong enough to deserve a monogamous relationship.” She hated the reminder, but somehow the statement did not gut her as it once had. Jed went on. “He took others to bed to taunt you and subdue you.” “Maybe so. Yes,” she whispered, once more astonished. “There is a difference,” Jed shot back, “between what he did and what we want to bring out of you.” She heard him, understood his words, but not his implications. “You were such a traditional woman,” Harry told her, “we thought if we romanced you into our lifestyle, that would be best.” “That tactic worked in the beginning,” she declared. “Desire is a marvelous aphrodisiac. But town ratios of males to females aside, reality intrudes and I’m grounded in it. I work in it.” She spread her hands in exultation, smiling at them with pained delight. “Even in Paris, I knew of no one woman who was so honored as to have three lovers at once. And no one woman who lived with three Doms who were her masters.” She watched them frown. “To live this way, to accept this, I must make my own decision in the cold light of reason. Show me.” “Follow me,” Will told her, looking at his brothers before he turned for the hall toward their bedrooms and led them to the end to a door. She followed, silent, dreading and welcoming whatever was on the other side. Once she saw, she would have to choose. All three of them, their way. Or none at all. Will turned the knob, pushed open the door. Soft lighting automatically illuminated the black-walled interior. The room was huge, cool and richly appointed in black leather and steel. A wall shelf filled with leather and chain cuffs of all sizes and weights. Another wall of fierce spiked doublets, legs braces and arm sleeves. A dais with one long table, upholstered in black leather and velvet, hooks at every two inches or so. A collection of knives. A contraption she would call a medieval iron maiden. Another she would call a rack, chains pooled upon the cold tile floor. And on another wall hung the item she had seen in the box and had no idea what it might be then. Now she paused to stare it. A swing. A hammock? A device, nonetheless, for a person to sit in, legs wide, genitals exposed. Completely exposed. “How often do you use this room?” 100
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Two of them cleared their throats. “We started to build it a few months ago,” Jed told her. “We got tired of traveling to another dungeon up in Dallas,” Harry added. “And we have a lot of good friends here in Bravado who chipped in. We’ve built it for a group of us who like this lifestyle.” She put a hand to her brow, lightheaded at the admission. “This means that other men and women come here?” “Occasionally. Yes,” Harry said. “Men I know,” she murmured. “Guests are admitted, but only with a member. Everyone who contributed has the code. When members want to come, they send us a text, make a reservation. Once a month we have a party. Any other day, the room is available for private events. It’s all very discreet.” “Discreet. Of course, it would have to be,” she concluded. Her gaze drifted to the objects that sent a thrill up her spine. “But what do you say about the chains? The stage? The knives?” “Others are into knife play,” Will told her. “Some do hot wax,” Jed added. “We’re up for exhibitionism. Ropes, sometimes. Cuffs.” “Like in the shower?” she asked. “Had those put in for times when you need a little help to stand,” he told her. “We never meant to weird you out, but make love to you in a thousand different ways.” “I see,” she said, trying to accept what she was hearing. She was alternately so excited that her pussy and her ass were on fire, and so alarmed that her body clamped down painfully on the butt plug. Did she look like someone they called a natural submissive? Someone who liked being trussed up? She had liked it. She did like it. The revelation ripped through her like a firestorm. Who knew she had this in her? “And this?” She pointed to the swing. The contraption that held a woman. Her? The idea had her body melting with electrifying desire to be fucked over and over until she couldn’t breathe or think or stand. “The swing we bought for you,” Jed told her in a hush. “And us.” “It looks very exciting,” she admitted on a whisper, then promptly turned and fled.
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Chapter Fifteen She got as far as the kitchen counter and halted. Hands to the cool granite, she squeezed her eyes shut and listened to her body. She throbbed with need to return. She wanted them. All of them. Each of them. Not just for the good, hard loving. But for the way they had cared enough about her to prepare for her. To learn about her. To adjust their lifestyle, wrought up in leather and chains as it was, to her. To teach her. Slowly. How could she leave them? How could she refuse the wonderful gift of three men who cared so much that— She caught her breath. One hand covered her mouth. Say it, Cara. How could she refuse the wonderful gift of three men who cared so much that she now loved them? Loved them for their care of her, their regard. Reveled in their humor and their devotion to her and to each other. Standing upright, shaking her hair down her back, she filled with a new pride in herself that she could attract three such passionate men. Her heart bubbled over with a new joy in life. A knowledge too, that these three men were ones she could not live without. And she turned. There they stood. Side by side. Her three tall, dark, powerful lovers. Anxious, full of foreboding that she was leaving them. “Can we go back in there?” She nodded down the hall, hope in her heart that she had not destroyed her finest chance at happiness. Each man made a gruff sound of wariness. “Know this. If you come with us now,” Jed told her, his voice a hollow wreck, “you’ll never leave us again.” “You’ll come to live here,” Harry added. “You’ll belong to us,” Will declared. “Out there,” she had to demand this one thing, inclining her head toward the front door and the rest of the world beyond it, “I’ll be my own woman. My own boss. No interference from any of you. No hint that here—in there—I am totally yours.” “No question,” Jed confirmed. “Ours,” Harry stated. “To have and to hold,” Will told her. Her head spun at the old-fashioned words. “You mean—?” 102
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“You’ll marry us,” Will said. “Ohhh.” She grabbed a breath, knowing this declaration was their proposal. “I will. I definitely will! I’m not sure how,” she blurted, her heart hammering with the crazy idea. “How could I be Mrs. MacRae three times over?” The four of them chuckled then. “Leave it to us,” said one. “We’ve got a preacher lined up,” offered another. “We’ve a mind to have babies too, you know,” Will told her. “Is that right?” She was so tickled, her breasts tingled at the idea of a baby to suckle there. Heading toward their notorious room, she bussed each man on the cheek as she passed him. “Oh I do want children. Lots of them.” “Us too, darlin’,” Harry said. “And each one will have three daddies. We’ll love ’em ’til they have to ride out of here at eighteen just to escape the bear hugs.” She laughed, aglow with expectation in her glorious new future. “What’s your pleasure, ma’am?” Will asked as she reached the door, her hand on the knob and paused. “Tonight?” She examined each of their handsome, eager faces. “Isn’t it against the rules that the sub gets to choose?” Will, who she knew by now was the master of this MacRae dungeon, strolled up to her. In a flash, he unclamped her butterflies and unhooked her pussy chain. Her entire body zinged with intoxicating desire. He could not touch her fast enough, fuck her hard enough. She made needy sounds and he grinned, delighted at her appetite. He ran two hands down the hard points of her breasts and over her ass to tap her tiny hole. “To break you in, we’ll waive the rules for a while. Don’t want you to freak. Tell me what is it you want right now.” She rose up on her toes to brush her lips on his warm ones. “I want you all. Jed in my cunt. Harry in my ass. You in my mouth. Can we? Please?” “Sir,” he demanded as he caught a fistful of her hair and tugged it so that her throat was exposed to his nipping caresses. “Sir, please will you all have me at once?” she asked, her hope for such a treat a frantic little animal scampering inside her mind. Will worked her asshole to remove the plug. As she sighed, he asked, “And after we have you like that? What do you want?” Her eyes fell closed as Will massaged her, then sank a full finger up inside her. “Gentlemen’s choice. Surprise me.” Jed whooped. Harry thrust open the door while Will caught her up in his arms and strode toward the dais and the table where he nodded to his oldest brother. Jed removed his clothes in a split second, then lay down on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the table, his cock—big, bold and red—standing straight up.
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As if she weighed nothing, Will shifted her in his arms, told her to spread her legs and then he held her above Jed’s body. “Take him. All at once,” he ordered. And though she was wet and wild to have Jed fill her up, the shock of his marvelous tool sliding up inside her in one swoop made her swoon. Whether it was Harry or Will who caught her, she never knew. She heard their voices, knew they disrobed. She felt Jed cup her face between his gentle hands and draw her mouth toward him. “Come here, baby,” he urged her as if he sang a lullaby, “Let me fuck you in your pretty cunt.” And he plunged farther inside her. She arched up, her pussy so full of him, so thrilled with the girth, the wealth of who he was and what he and his brothers meant to her. “This way,” Harry demanded, his hand to the back of her head to force her down. His fingers, coated in a cool lube, played with her asshole, inserted the creamy gel. He massaged her with maddening forays of one finger, then two, inside her. Driving her desire up, he scissored his fingers inside her in a syncopated rhythm until she cried out for more. And then he gave her his massive, hot cock. She screamed, but it was in ecstasy. The fulfillment of two men’s shafts inside her was an unparalleled bliss. The impossibly wonderful impact of Harry’s cock with Jed’s inside her orifices had her moaning against Jed’s chest. He combed her hair back from her face. He kissed her cheek. “You’re so good, baby.” “You’ve got the finest ass, darlin’,” Harry told her as he moved in and out in finite increments, his hand at her nape to hold her in place. “Christ, are you tight. Will? Let’s see her suck you, bro.” Cara swallowed her trepidation. She had dreamed about taking Will’s giant cock in her mouth. Fantasized about sucking him so long, so well that the strong, heavyweight MacRae melted in a puddle at her feet. She had often snorted at the very idea, but now, face-to-face with his thick tool, she knew she could do only her best. Whatever she did for him tonight, she’d have time and opportunity to improve. “I’ve wanted you in my mouth since the first night,” she managed to tell him as he thumbed his slit and pre-cum dripped in a tantalizing line over his blue-veined helmet. At her words, Jed plunged inside her aching pussy, Harry retreated from her ass and Will inched closer. She took him in her mouth. All musk and turgid man, Will gave her a taste, the tease, then took his cock in his hand. She whimpered. “Come back. I need you.” He did not move. “Please come back. Sir,” she corrected and he came. Oh god, he came right up into her mouth. She swore she would not choke. Would not moan. Would not stop.
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And she licked him. His pre-cum, a thick salty taste in her hungry mouth. His skin, ever so silken beneath her reverent lips. His cock, the thickest piece of man she would ever want to service. And as she learned him, and he flowed with her, she felt the all-consuming drive of her other two lovers in her cunt and her ass. The erotic electric joy of it wiped out her concentration and she went with the flow of their fucking and the storm of her sucking. Her pussy pounded first, her orgasm a vaginal ripple along her groin that had Harry groaning to come in her asshole. Her frenzy made her a madwoman to bring Will to completion and when he grunted and would have left her to release, she cried out to have him back. He shot his warm semen down her throat and she swallowed and rejoiced in her success. She’d had three men at once. A triumph of sexuality. She had won. She’d done this! She’d given him a blowjob he would remember and return for her to duplicate and better. For Jed and Harry, she’d do the same, by god. She would. For years and years to come. The past was dead and gone and this Cara Ford was a new woman. The MacRaes’ woman. Stirring to life minutes later, Cara felt hands on her breasts, in her asshole and plucking her clit. She groaned, ready to orgasm at their slightest provocation. “You boys will kill me with pleasure,” she chuckled, surprised at her huskiness. The men laughed. “You’ll thank us,” Jed offered. “How often can I do that without sounding like a broken record?” she asked, as Will lifted her up off Jed’s cock and had her realizing they had not used a condom. She shivered, truly belonging to them now in all ways, no barriers among them. “Where are we going?” she asked Will as he strode with her across the room. But in the next second, she knew. He placed her in the swing. His palms sweeping her nipples, his fingers delving inside her pussy, he parted from her as he settled her ass firmly in the seat, locked her arms in the lifts and put her knees in the slings. Her whole body—her sopping wet pussy, her well-tended clit and her pouting nipples— naked and on fire, was bared for the three brothers to see. “Pretty in pink.” Jed winked at her. “I do want my piece of that,” Harry whispered as he focused on her aching folds. Jed and Will fisted their own cocks to please themselves as Harry came forward and fucked her until he came and she did too in a mind-shattering shudder of ecstasy. And then Will came and rammed inside her, once, twice, three times. Not fast, but deep and strong, each stroke was nonetheless a brand on her soul. In a minute, she came again, as wild as before. Spent, shuddering, she begged for Jed to have her, fuck her, take her up high and hard for one last time. They had sealed their bond. The union complete.
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She’d come here only days ago to deliver a misdirected package and what she had found here was a gift of a future she’d never imagined. Three lovers she never would have hoped for. Three husbands she would treasure until she died.
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About the Author What’s a gal to do if she hails from D.C., now lives deep in the heart of Texas, travels often and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west? Ah. She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places! And if your sweet tooth craves spies, pirates, bodyguards and gutsy women of today and yesteryear (medieval and Regency England), then she’s the author you turn to for smoldering erotic encounters and delicious love affairs! Her name? Cerise DeLand. She earns top-notch reviews for her solo works and for those she writes with her friend and collaborator, Desiree Holt. What’s more, Cerise is the award-winning author of eighteen print novels of mystery, mainstream and romance fiiction with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books have been Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody. Busy lady. Happy writer. Cerise welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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