“Relax that jaw, Mary Jane. Let me in,” he ordered, her head bobbing over him, enveloping his cock with her mouth. The instant she relaxed her jaw, he slid the thick head of his cock deeper with a downward motion, until it hit the back of her throat. “Swallow!” he growled. She did, and her lips kissed his pelvis.
Garrett groaned. He found his rhythm as she sucked and licked. A low moan coming from her throat thrilled him as he fucked her mouth. Desperation made him shiver. He plunged further into her hot mouth, his hands tightening in her hair.
He wanted to come. He needed to come. It had been so long.
Every time his cockhead hit the back of her throat, his body tensed. Each time he groaned, swearing loudly. The excitement turned him on so much that each downward thrust of his cock became quicker, more forceful.
He groaned loudly, panting, pulling her mouth over him. Bracing himself, he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. His grip tightened. She cried out over his shaft. A second later his cock jumped, and he thrust one last time. Her lips touched his pelvis as his semen spurted down her throat. His cock pulsed and twitched, as she took it all.
“Fuck!” he swore, staring at her as she swallowed every drop. He made an indescribable noise between pain and delight. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his mind in pure disbelief.
* * * *
Zac was on her in a second. Rolling her on top of him, he placed her over his stiff cock.
“That was so hot, Mary Jane. So fucking hot,” he said, hands coming up to cup her sensitive breasts. She felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he thrust upward, filling her roughly, making her cry out. “Oh yes!”
She fell forward, catching herself before she fell onto Zac. She braced herself with her hands on Zac’s strong shoulders. She wanted them. She wanted them both.
Oh god, how she missed them. It had been ten years, three months, and seven days since she’d had them. Of course, she would never tell them that. She didn’t want them to know that she saved herself all these years. They were her first, and they would be her last. If this time was all she was going to have, then she made herself a promise to savor it, enjoy it, and make it something that would sustain her until her dying days.
Zac stared up at her, smiling. Her breasts bounced before him. Her hips slapped against his thighs, as he thrusted upward into her. She was in heaven. He filled her fully.
He stopped suddenly, pulling her forward. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her tight against his chest. “Oh, Mary Jane, I love your cunt,” he whispered in her ear as he thrust once more into her. “But I think big brother sees something he can’t resist.”
She felt Garrett move behind her. She felt Zac quiver against her. She knew he was on the edge of coming and didn’t want to stop. His breath was fast, and she could feel his heart beating against her chest. But Garrett always controlled everything. He said when she could come and when Zac could come. He took the choices out of their hands.
“Looks like nipple piercings is not all Mary Jane has added to her allure. Apparently she likes ink, too,” Garrett said, rubbing her ass. She flinched, forgetting about that tattoo. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. One she never regretted until now. However, when she got the damn thing, she never thought they would see it.
Damn.
When she didn’t say anything, Garrett chuckled, outlining her tattoo, and then rubbed his finger over her back hole. It had been ten years since that area was breached. She knew it was going to hurt, but there was no stopping Garrett once he put his mind to something. If he wanted her ass, he was going to take it.
“She’s got a tat!” Zac exclaimed. “Where?”
“On her lower back. It’s nice, too,” Garrett said.
“It’s nothing,” she murmured. “Can we please fuck already?” she asked, trying to get their minds off the damn thing.
“Damn. I wish I could see it. What is it?” Zac asked.
“Oh, I’ll let Mary Jane tell you.” Garrett snickered and then slapped her ass hard. “Tell him, Mary Jane. Tell Zac what your tattoo says, you naughty girl.
She stiffened for a moment and then relented. Garrett wouldn’t continue until she told Zac. There was no way around it. Sighing, she said, “It’s a set of handcuffs.”
Garrett slapped her again, harder this time. “Tell him, Mary Jane.” She winced.
“In between each cuff are the initials G and Z.”
“Oh, baby, that is so hot! Hey, Garrett, maybe we should get a set of cuffs, too. You know, that way we all have a matching set.”
“No,” Garrett growled as his thumb sank into her hot hole.
Zac slowly started to move in her pussy.
“How long, Mary Jane?” Garrett asked as he fucked her ass with his thumb, drawing deep sighs from her chest. The pressure made her more aware of the presence of the cock inside her and the one about to slide into her ass.
Garrett pushed his thumb deeper. She gasped with pleasure, wishing it was his cock pressed inside her tight ass. “How long, Mary Jane?” he asked again but more forcefully.
“Ten years,” she moaned.
Zac stopped moving. Garrett’s hand ceased. She looked up from Zac chest and saw his shocked expression. Turning, she looked over her shoulder at Garrett, who grinned devilishly. “Then I suggest you brace yourself, sweetheart. This might hurt a little.”
She closed her eyes the second she felt the head of his cock touch her ass. She loved having anal sex with them, but after years of nothing, she wasn’t so sure Garrett’s fat cock was going to fit anymore. She heard Garrett spit, and then he slowly pushed forward.
She groaned and squirmed in Zac’s grasp, his arms tightening around her.
“Fuck me!” she screamed out when the head popped through the tight barrier.
“That’s right, Mary Jane. I am going to fuck you,” Garrett groaned. She could hear the strain in his voice as he pushed in further.
The burn scorched her. Fire lit her insides. She was burning. Pain she hadn’t felt in years welcomed her. She had forgotten the delirious intoxication of the burning pain. Letting it wash over her, she relaxed against Zac. Her breathing slowed as Garrett slid in further, igniting the fire more. Surrounded by the flames, the heat welcomed her home.
Zac pushed and Garrett pulled. They stretched and dominated her body. She felt them in a way she never had before. She clutched Zac’s shoulders and moaned as he worked his way deeper, filling her completely. Garrett let out a long cry of pleasure from deep in his throat. “Mary Jane,” he said reverently, as he pushed his hips hard against her, burying himself as deep as he could.
“Fuck. You have the most gorgeous ass, baby,” Garrett said, running his hands over it. His hold tightened on her hips. She bucked involuntarily, causing Zac’s cock to hit deeper, making her cry out.
Zac looked at her with an expression that was like a caress, so soft compared to his lusty expression a moment before. She shivered as he raised his head to kiss her. He swiped his tongue across her lower lip. “I love you, Mary Jane. You’re so fucking sexy.”
He sucked her lip as Garrett ground into her ass, filling her slowly and completely.
Zac kissed her until she was breathing fast. Garrett pumped faster, and Zac moved more quickly. They filled every inch of her. Their movements became wild.
“Oh God, Mary Jane. I’m gonna come,” Zac sighed in pleasure.
“Not yet,” Garrett ordered firmly, pumping faster into her.
“Is he fucking your ass, baby?” Zac asked, thrusting harder into her cunt. “Is he filling you up? Does it feel good? That’s it, Mary Jane. Tighten those cunt muscles around me. Milk my cock. Come hard for me, baby. Bathe my dick in your juices.”
“Come on, Mary Jane,” Garrett said. She could feel his cock swelling in her ass. He was close. They both were. “You’re close, darlin’. Come all over Zac’s cock.”
Zac swore, looking up at her with his pleading, lustful gaze.
“Fuck! She’s squ
eezing my dick!” Zac cried.
She writhed between them, the pleasure building to a painful intensity. Her orgasm hit with a force of a tidal wave, shattering everything in its wake. She gasped and cried out as the pulsing began. Her pussy clutched Zac’s thick cock even as he continued driving into her with force. He soon echoed her cries of passion as the muscles of her vagina spasmed and pulsed around his shaft.
Garrett swore and began thrusting harder into her, quickly reaching a fevered pace, breathing fast as he fucked her. He angled his cock to drive down into her from above. She cried out, he groaned, and with a savage thrust that brought a growl from deep within his chest, he came. He shook against her and thrust a few more times, his breathing erratic, sweat streaming down his face and dripping on her back. He stayed inside her for a few seconds after his cock had stopped pulsing, and then slowly drew back.
She cried out when Garrett’s cock slipped from her ass.
Zac brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her softly before letting his head fall back on the bed. She looked at him, and he smiled, making her heart swell, before she, too, fell on him, her head over his heart.
Garrett panted, falling to the side. He smiled at her then leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. He rested next to her for a second then moved away. She never understood why he did that. He never stayed and basked in the afterglow. When he was done, he was done.
She heard the water running in the bathroom, and before she could utter a word, she heard Zac snoring. Lifting her head, she smiled. She loved them so much, but she couldn’t stay. She refused to be the reason they didn’t achieve their dreams.
Slowly slipping from the bed, she quickly dressed and made it to the door before he stopped her. “You’re just gonna run away again?”
“I can’t be what you two need,” she whispered.
“You don’t know what we need,” he said furiously.
“Take care of him for me,” she asked.
“You’re going to destroy him this time.”
“I know,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. She never turned around to face him. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to leave if she had to look him in the eye. Instead, she squared her shoulders and walked away, again.
Chapter Nine
Steven and Neil were walking up the stairs when Pandora rushed by them, crying. Too concerned with Hazel, they didn’t have time to worry about the flighty woman. They had bigger things to concern themselves with. The main thing was figuring out how to get Hazel back to the Double Deuce so they would have a better chance at protecting her. Neither brother liked the fact that her ex-husband was spotted around Celestial. Moreover, since nobody in the town actually gave a damn to find the bastard, Steven and Neil needed to get her as far away from him as possible.
Entering the room, Neil spotted her leaning back in the claw-foot tub, sleeping. Seeing her so relaxed with a serene look upon her face made his heart melt. She was his heaven, his hope, his future. He knelt beside the tub, gently stroking her hair. She moaned and turned into his touch. “Baby, you can’t sleep in the tub. Do you need help getting out?”
She yawned. “I had the most amazing dream.”
Steven walked over carrying a towel. “Yeah, was I in it?” he asked, helping her from the tub. Neil grinned, pulling back the covers. “What about me, baby? Was I in your dream, too?”
“Uh-huh, it was magical.”
Picking her up, Steven chuckled as he carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, Neil covered her. She rolled over, grabbed a pillow, and snuggled close to it.
“Steven, she’s so tired. Can’t we just leave out in the morning?”
“I don’t like the hotel. We can’t secure it as we could at the ranch. How about I ride out and get the truck? I can be back within an hour or so. Nevertheless, we have to take her back home. She is safer out at the Double Deuce. I have already called the boys, and they are armed and ready. Nobody is allowed in or out,” Steven said, running his hands through her hair.
Neil knew his brother didn’t want to fuck up what they had going with Hazel. The last year and half had been hell on him. For some reason, the past had faded away, and they had all came together up there on the mountain. Neil would never look at the big hunk of rock the same way again.
Nodding, he removed his shoes. “Leave your rifle.” Sliding next to her, he pulled her close to him. “And hurry back.”
Steven kissed her forehead and headed for the door. “Keep her safe, baby brother.”
“Will do.”
* * * *
The sun was shining as Hazel slowly opened her eyes. Her body ached, and she had one hell of a migraine thumping in her head. Looking around the room, it didn’t take her long to realize that she wasn’t in the hotel room. The bed was bigger and much more comfortable. The room, painted in a brilliant yellow with shades of blue and gray, gave the room a warm, welcoming feel. The windows were free from drapery, letting the full effect of the mountain view in. The furniture was a lightwood, not like the cheap iron bed she had and the hand-me-down relics she was able to find rummaging through yard sales and thrift markets. No, this room spoke of money, and class, not the five-and-dime she was accustomed to.
Slowly sitting up, she winced. Her legs still ached, stiff from all the horseback riding. Throwing back the covers, she swung her feet over to the side. She tried putting a little pressure on her feet and screamed out as pain shot up her legs. The loud noise made her head hurt more, and when she went to touch her forehead, the door burst open.
She smiled.
Dressed in coveralls, his blond locks in disarray, Neil was handsome even though his face was marked with grease. He grabbed for a rag attached to his belt and hurriedly began wiping his hands.
“Baby, you okay?” Neil asked, but Hazel couldn’t respond. Dumbstruck by his entrancing smile and sky-blue eyes, she swore he was made for Hollywood, not for dirt and grime. He was definitely a pretty boy, and Hazel felt underdressed and out of her league, looking at him. “Hazel?”
Grinning, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Neil. That was rather rude, wasn’t it? You kinda took my breath away for a second.”
“Damn, baby, you’re good for my ego.” He winked, pulling a chair from the wall, and sat next to her.
“How did I get here?” she asked when he picked up her feet and placed them in his lap. As he rubbed them, the heat from his hand soothed her, almost taking the pain away.
“Steven went and got his truck last night. You were so exhausted. “You slept the whole way home.”
“Where are we?” she asked, looking around.
“Home, at the Double Deuce.”
“You brought me to your family home?”
“Yeah, we can better protect you here. Don’t worry, Hazel. Steven has already talked to the boys. They know what your ex looks like, and they are all armed. I called Mom and Kelly, and they will be coming over later. Emma and Janie want you to call them when you can. I think they are worried about you being out here with us. I tried to tell them that we were good, but they want to hear it from you.”
“Where’s Steven?”
“He’s out in the barn. We had a mare foal last night. He’s making sure she and the babe are all right. He will be in as soon as his chores are done.”
“Why are you greasy?”
“The tractor needed some work. Since Paul and Brice can’t get out here until tomorrow, I thought I’d try my hand at auto-repair. I’m not doing so well, though. I think Brice is going to kick my ass when he sees what I’ve done to the motor.”
The last couple of days were a whirlwind. Escaping a fire, running from a person trying to shoot them, trailing up a mountain, like some made-for-TV movie. She couldn’t wrap her head around it all. Neil just sat before her and rubbed her feet, as if nothing else mattered in the world but her. It just all became too much. Her breath hitched, and before she realized it, she was crying. Not prone to dramatics, she typically kept herself reserved and
in control, but faced with the possibility of losing everything and her ex-husband on the loose looking for her, well, there was only so much a girl could take.
To make matters worse, she was in a bed, in a strange house she didn’t know, with two men who wanted something from her she wasn’t sure she could give them. God, she loved them more than her own life. The last couple of days were magical, and she cherished every second with them. The good and the bad. However, they were back to reality, and though she wanted their relationship to move forward, she didn’t know if that was possible.
She didn’t belong on a ranch. Hell, she didn’t belong in Treasure Cove. Raised a city girl, all she knew how to do was order take-out and hail a cab. Yes, she could cook, but other than making sticky buns, she didn’t know where she would fit in their lives.
She knew eventually they would want or need someone who could work beside them and help them with their lifestyle. How could she herd cattle when the thought of getting back on a horse made her muscles tense in pain? Doubt settled in the pit of her stomach. The more she thought about the differences between the three of them, the more it grew.
Soon, everything in her came crashing to a halt.
“Hey, baby, it’s going to be all right. You’ll see,” Neil whispered, wiping her tears away with his dirty rag.
“No it’s not.” She turned away, sobbing openly now. “I can’t do this anymore. I am so tired of everything. Just leave me alone,” she cried, plopping back against the pillows, burying her face in its softness. She never felt Neil place her foot back on the bed or heard him leave the room. She was just grateful to be alone. She hated crying in front of people, and besides, she wanted to wallow in her own misery, and she sure as hell didn’t need an audience to do it.
She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore. Wiping her tears away, she looked out at her beautiful mountain and smiled. She would always remember how that mountain brought her back to the Conner brothers. They never gave up on her, and she realized that if they wouldn’t give up, then neither should she. Running for the last few years, she lived her life in fear. Fear of what would happen, fear of never having what her heart desired.
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