by Edith DuBois
“You’re lucky I was feeling generous since, technically, you didn’t make the five-minute cut.”
Marina gasped. “Was that a joke, James Greenwood?”
“Depends. Are you going to give me a kiss to make up for your tardiness?”
She stepped up on the running board and put her soft lips on his mouth, undulating her mouth against his, her lips slow and gentle, meeting his like a shy stranger, testing and exploring but then growing bold. She opened to him, and he plunged in, pushing his tongue against hers. He tasted and savored. He fell deep into her sweet, welcoming flavor.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Johnny yelled, and James realized the Jeep was rolling backward. He slammed his foot on the brakes, and Marina squealed, wrapping her arms tight around his neck as the vehicle lurched.
“I’m on here!” She hit him in the back of the head when she regained her footing.
He grinned sheepishly at her. “Whoops.”
“Come on back here,” Jeremiah said with an indulgent tone, patting the seat beside him. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Marina rolled her eyes but hopped off the running board. When she had climbed into the back, James zipped out of the driveway and began flying toward the wildlife center.
Marina was their hostage now, willing and eager, and she would never escape.
Chapter Five
“This is it?” Marina barely kept her mouth from falling open in shock. They’d pulled up in front of a shabby-looking wooden thing, which was supposedly some sort of stable structure. Marina had doubts about that.
“Yep,” Jeremiah said, climbing out of the Jeep. “Home sweet home.”
She looked around, appraising her situation. There was an old wooden sign in front with three yellow, buzzing lights shining down on it. The sign read, “Savage Valley Wildlife Preservation.” There were all sorts of oddities scattered across the ground in front of the building. There was an old claw-foot tub filled with soil and herb plants. There were odd-looking things poking out the top. At the start of the walkway there was a short, gnarled tree with glass bottles tipping the ends of its branches. There were large flat rocks lining the walk that had strange figures painted on them. Marina knew there was a local Shoshone tribe from what Michelle had been telling her, and she had met the shaman, Bohagande Young, during that unfortunate incident at Savage Convenience. She thought maybe the figures had something to do with them. She made her way down the dirt pathway leading up to the porch steps, trying not to panic. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
“This is so typical,” she muttered under her breath. “My sister gets the friggin’ Biltmore estate, and I get a run-down shack in the woods.”
Johnny’s hand smacked her ass, and Marina squealed, jumping away. “What the hell?”
“Watch that sassy tongue of yours, sweetheart. Or you’ll be getting a lot more swats like that one.”
“Oh, please. Like that little tap is gonna scare me.”
She started to saunter past him, but he pulled her suddenly into his arms, whipping her around and pinning her hands behind her back. “What did you say?”
With a laugh, she rammed her hips against his so that his hardened shaft was held tight between their bodies. “I said you’re gonna have to spank me harder than that if you expect me to listen to you.”
“Such a feisty little hellion.” Johnny’s lips crushed hers, and he moved his cock against her legs. Lust licked at her blood, and she whimpered into the kiss. She wanted clothes off. She wanted body parts joined and pumping. She wanted fever. Every doubt, every skeptical thought she had about the wildlife center and its bear-like inhabitants flew from her head. Everything was carnal.
“Did you two hear that?” Johnny asked his brothers, ripping away from the kiss with a harsh grunt, and Marina couldn’t help feeling smug at the ragged breathlessness of his words. “Marina said we have to spank her harder.” She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her and carried her up the porch steps. He set her feet back down, whipped her around, and then bent her over the porch railing.
“Oh my, how assertive you are, Johnny.”
“You’d better hold on to that railing, sweetheart. Now, who wants the first round on this luscious offering?” He gave one of her cheeks a firm grab in demonstration for his brothers.
She purred and stuck her ass up at a higher angle for them. With her wide-footed stance, she could feel moisture begin to leak out of her pussy in anticipation. Johnny had barely touched her ass, and already her body craved more.
“I’ll take first round,” James said, his voice deep, his footsteps heavy and ominous as he made his way up the porch. “A little reimbursement for making us wait so long at your aunt’s house.”
“Heaven help me,” she whispered to herself, her toes curling at the thought of James’s hand slamming onto her waiting ass.
“I’ve got to tell you, brother. These are some grade A cheeks. Real meaty and juicy, just waiting to be tenderized.”
“Excellent. I’ll get ’em nice and red for us.”
“Wait, wait,” Jeremiah cut in. “Something about this setup isn’t right.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean something feels off.”
“Yeah, I think I know what you’re saying,” Johnny agreed. “Like maybe something is missing…something…”
Marina peered over her shoulder at them, all three standing side by side with James in the middle behind her, holding his chin as he surveyed her ass. She stamped her foot. “Oh come on. Quit lollygagging and get on with it!”
“Now hold on just a second, Miss Impatient. We got to figure this out before we go on,” Johnny said.
“Hmm…” James put his palm on her ass and rubbed it in slow, thoughtful circles, sending delightful shivers up her spine and down her legs. “What could it be?” He locked eyes with her and grinned. “Oh.” His hand stopped rubbing. “I think I know what it is,” he said in a low, foreboding growl. A tremor racked through her at the gleam in his dark eyes. The shadow from the porch light shone down on his face at an odd angle, giving him a look of demonic glee for a moment.
“Marina.”
“Yes, James?”
“Take your pants off.”
Her mouth fell open. “Are you fucking crazy? It’s freezing out here.”
“Jeremiah, what’s the temperature right now?”
“Fifty-two degrees.”
“See, Marina, it’s not freezing. Now take off your pants. I won’t ask you again.”
She straightened up and faced the three brothers, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you think that’s gonna intimidate me, you are sorely mistaken. I said I’m not taking my pants off, and that’s exactly what I mean. And you can wipe that scowl off your face. I’m not doing it.”
“Marina,” James said, taking one step toward her. She stiffened, immediately on edge at the predatory gleam in his eye. “You’ll do as I say.” He took another step toward her.
Why the fuck did his shoes have to fall against the wooden porch so heavily? It sounded damn ominous, yet each thump sent a jolt to her pussy.
“Or you will regret the consequences.”
She gripped the railing behind her. “You can’t make me.”
“Oh, I most certainly can make you. I can make you do anything I want.”
“No, you fucking can’t.”
He took another step so that the tip of his nose was only a scant breath from hers. “Yes, I can.” She tensed up, waiting for him to make his attack, but continued to glare up at him.
His face suddenly transformed into a smile, a charming and completely self-confident smile. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make her let down her guard for an instant. When she did, he attacked, capturing her wrists and holding them against the rail. She’d been so engrossed with James’s approach that she hadn’t noticed Jeremiah leaving the porch to stand behind her on the ground. His hands reached through th
e wooden posts and grabbed her thighs, holding them wide apart and pinioned against the wood.
“Wh–What are you doing?” she asked, gasping.
“Making you take your pants off.”
“In case you failed to notice, my hands are kind of—” Her words were broken off as James covered her mouth with a deep kiss. He opened his mouth wide, and Marina did the same. Her body responding before her mind knew what was happening. Their tongues met and wrapped around each other, twirling and dancing and thrusting. Her hands yearned to reach for him, to hold and to touch, to connect with him, but he held her wrists tight.
The hunger gnawing at Marina’s insides, the hunger that clawed for the three men around her grew stronger and more demanding. She tried to buck her hips, but Jeremiah held her still. She was completely their captive, and she needed to be free, needed to be wild.
“Let me loose,” she begged against James’s mouth. “Please, I need to touch. I need to move. I can’t stand still.”
James ignored her pleas. Instead, he moved his lips down her throat. He bent his mouth to her shirt and slowly unbuttoned the top button with his teeth. His mouth pressed against her hot skin beneath the fabric. He tasted and nibbled. Then he moved to the next button. He took his time, undoing each button and pressing kisses down her chest and stomach until her blouse was completely open.
“James, please,” she muttered, yanking her arms, trying to free them. She squirmed against his hold on her, but she could not budge. “I can’t stand this.” She jerked forward, straining with everything she had, but he just grinned down at her.
“If you promise to take your pants off, I’ll let you go free.”
She stopped struggling and glared at him, not trusting his promise. It couldn’t be that easy. “If I take my pants off, you will let me loose?”
“Yes.”
“You’re just gonna let me walk away?”
He nodded. “I won’t touch you.”
She narrowed her eyes, looking for a small twitch or blink that would give him away. It was too good to be true, but his eyes met hers steady, and he didn’t grin or even move. He just held still and watched her, waiting for her answer.
“All right,” she heard herself say. “All right, let me go.”
Jeremiah’s hands slid from around her legs, and James let go of her wrists. She undid the button to her shorts and slipped them over her leggings. Then in a slow, measured fashion, she slid the leggings over first her hips, then her thighs, and finally pulled them off her ankles, dropping them on the porch. Her button-up shirt was wide open, and her bright-blue lace bra and panty set allowed the cool night air to kiss her skin like she had nothing on. Her nipples hardened into buds, and goose bumps rose on her bare ass cheeks.
Jeremiah, still on the ground, put a hand to one cheek, touching her gently and with reverence. “Marina?”
“Yes?”
“Can you turn around? I’d like to see you from the front.”
Rolling her eyes, she nevertheless obliged.
“Come closer,” he said. “I’ve got to see this cunt up close.”
“Jeremiah,” she gasped.
“What?” he asked, looking up at her with a guileless expression.
She drew in a strangled breath and stepped closer. As soon as she was within reach of him, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against the railing.
“Jeremiah! What are you…” Her words trailed off as he put his mouth to her lace-covered pussy lips and began kissing her there. She moaned, rolling her hips toward him.
“You got her steady, Jeremiah?” She barely heard the question, and its implications hit her mind only half a second before the first slap landed against her ass.
She squealed and gripped the railing. She tried to whip around, but Jeremiah held her tight, his mouth working faster and harder against her cunt. His teeth dug into her flesh, but the lace kept the bite from being too sharp.
“Do it again,” she begged, her thighs trembling.
She heard a deep chuckle behind her just before a second spank hit the opposite cheek.
“Damn, this is a fine ass. You sure you don’t want just one little swing, James?”
James sighed. “Can’t. I promised I wouldn’t touch her.”
“You can touch me, James.” Her fingers clawed at the wood railing. “James, I want you to touch me. Both of you, spank me at the same time.”
Without hesitating, they did as she said, both of their palms taking a cheek as Jeremiah continued tormenting her pussy. He had pulled the lace aside with his teeth and was licking at her folds, sending hot shivers up and down her body with each swipe of his tongue. Then he moved the tip of his tongue to her clit and let go of one of her thighs. He thrust two fingers up into her pussy while continuing his attack on her tiny bud. His fingers pulsed into her body to the same rhythm as his tongue pulsing on her clit.
Marina began rolling her hips to that rhythm, and James and Johnny caught on, measuring their slaps to match the pace and intensity of her hips. The lower half of her body was nothing but hot, wanton flames, and she didn’t know whether she was climbing up to their height or plummeting deeper into the bowels of a raging fire, but either way she was going to explode.
Jeremiah slammed his fingers into her, his knuckles digging into the outer flesh of her lips as her inner muscles beckoned him further inside. Suddenly the spanking stopped and one of the brothers behind her grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. The cold night air danced over her back hole as the thin strap of her thong was moved to the side, and she trembled at the sensation.
She knew they wanted to touch her there, penetrate her there, and overcome with Jeremiah’s wild licking and plunging, she wanted that, too. She wanted every nerve alight.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “Put your fingers in my ass.” Jeremiah’s fingers paused for a moment.
“Are you sure?” James asked.
When she nodded, Jeremiah pulled his fingers out of her pussy to swipe and slicken her back hole. Someone pressed a warm kiss to the top of her shoulder and then two fingers pushed through her tight asshole. She rocked back, the strange sensation sending her pussy to new heights. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Keep going.” She swayed between the two sets of fingers, and finally everything expanded into white-hot pleasure. Her skin tingled with the most exquisite sense of being alive. She gripped the wood railing and arched her back, letting the pleasure steal away all thought. Her body rippled with ecstasy, and she let out a long-held breath.
How could these men bring her to such mind-blowing heights in such a short period of time? Her orgasm still pounded through her nerves, and she was already thinking of how she would get them in bed. She wanted their cocks inside of her, not their fingers. She wanted to make them cry out her name. She needed that. She needed the pleasure of that power for herself.
When Jeremiah released her, she fell back against whichever brother stood behind her. It was Johnny, and he scooped her up, liquid bones and all, and carried her inside.
“Roy,” she whispered. “We can’t leave Roy in the car.”
“I know, sweetheart. Jeremiah’s getting him. We’ll give him a nice warm bed tonight.”
She snuggled against Johnny’s warm chest. “He’ll love that.”
Only moments before, she hadn’t been tired, hadn’t felt sleepy in the slightest, but after two orgasms and three shots of whiskey, her body had taken all it could handle. The last thing she remembered before sleep claimed her was big, warm bodies cuddling up next to her in a huge, soft bed.
* * * *
Marina had been fidgeting next to him all night, and James stared at the ceiling, both his eyes and his cock pointing straight up. She muttered and rolled around, getting her legs tangled in the sheets, and then thrashing until she got her legs free from the stifling covers. A few minutes later she would start to shiver, and James would cover her back up. She’d repeat the process a
gain and again. James thought it was probably close to three in the morning, and he must have covered her up at least eight times.
After he got the covers tight around her this time, he crawled out of bed with a groan, knowing there was no hope for sleep. He trudged into the kitchen but jerked to a stop at the door. Jeremiah and Johnny were sitting at the table, speaking in low voices.
“What are you two doing up?” he asked, a little miffed that they hadn’t told him about the brotherly powwow.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Johnny answered.
“Coffee?” James moved toward the cabinet when both brothers nodded.
After he got the pot brewing, he sat down next to them at the hand-carved wooden table. Their three times great-grandfather had built the table, and it had a number of scratches and marks on it, each one with a story, but it had served as the centerpiece for the Greenwood kitchen for almost a century. James would never eat on another table. He’d often had visions of himself and his brothers sitting at this table with their wife and children.
James sighed.
Marina had been dubious when she’d laid eyes on the wildlife center, their home, but James couldn’t imagine living anywhere else even if he wasn’t bound to the land by magic. Sometimes it felt like he could talk to the walls. He could feel the wood creaking and cracking with each changing season. The floorboards greeted his footsteps, and the windows winked at him when no one else was looking. He hoped that one day Marina would see and feel these things, too.
He knew that was an almost impossible hope.
She had so much outside of Savage Valley. So many things bigger, so many things worth holding on to. It was hard for James to imagine Marina as that wife he’d envisioned so many times. Her career and her life were just too big to be contained in a small town like Savage Valley.
Yet the hope was still there—that the woman he loved, possibly Marina one day, could find her home in this place and this land.