All Together Now

by Madelynne Ellis, Fleur T. Reid, Nan Comargue, Shannon Peters, Morticia Knight, Jordyn Mckenzie

  Then she started thinking of them together, both Cary and Dex, in her bed and at her mercy. Or was she wrong? Was she at their mercy?

  Isabel moaned softly as she moved the vibrator over her swollen clit. That was it. Thinking about them together was getting her off. One on each side of her, undressing her with their rough hands, so unlike Jason’s smooth paws. They wouldn’t be gentle, either. They would rip and tear at her clothes until she was naked between them, one hard male torso on either side of her, each one using one hand to mould her breasts.

  Her mouth strained for theirs and they kissed her deeply, first Dex with sensual restraint, and then, turning her head impatiently towards him, letting Cary devour her mouth. She groaned their names against their lips, her own fingers working over their rippled chests, tracing their tough limbs and strong thick muscles. Her intrepid hands found their cocks, sliding delicately down their shafts with her nails until she heard them grunt their need before allowing them to nestle fully in her warm grasp.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  Need rose through her body and surged to her pussy. Her vibrator was now just an extension of her hand—and of the cocks she imagined.

  She imagined Dex entering her first, pumping her into a slow climax and spewing his own juices, before Cary took over and finished her off with a long, pounding fuck. Just as she imagined her orgasm with Cary and her mouth locking with Dex’s, she had an orgasm in real life that left her pale and drained.

  God, that was good. But afterwards she felt incomprehensibly guilty.

  She knew it was wrong to use the two most important men in her life this way, but she told herself that it was just a fantasy. They would never know.

  Chapter Four

  Life began to take on a familiar pattern for Isabel. During the days she worked in the library with her laptop open before her. During the evenings she read or watched television—or just kept on working. She never left the ranch, so her contact with other people was limited to Mary Jo, who was busy doing her own work, and the Armstrongs—but they only usually appeared for dinner and disappeared again until it was time to say goodnight. Mostly they were locked up in their father’s old study.

  Naturally, she would have expected them to pay her some attention. No. Or try to talk to her about what had gone wrong with Jason. Nope.

  The most she got out of Cary over the dinner table—when he deigned to talk to her—was that she looked pale and tired. This observation was usually spoken in a tone that implied that it was pining over Jason that had her looking that way. Then he would come out with the standard warning that that city boy was never going to be right for her. He just wasn’t her type. Of course, Cary refused to expand on whom exactly he thought would be her type.

  Since the library was just down the hallway from the study, Isabel could hear the Armstrongs talking through the wall, sometimes in raised voices. She wasn’t quite able to make out their words, though, so she had no idea what they were so preoccupied with, nor did she care. Cary and Dex could argue over Yvonne McGovern all day and night as far as she was concerned.

  Neither brother had even attempted to get into her pants since those first forays. It was as if they’d tested the limits and found hers too constraining.

  There was plenty to keep her busy. Her work had suffered during the last few weeks, and now her clients were clamouring for their projects to be completed.

  Yes, there was plenty of work to occupy her time and attention. So much so that Jason started slipping from her thoughts for hours at a time, then days. The problem was that the Armstrongs, even in their absence, were starting to take up that space as well. The further they drifted from her in reality, spending more and more time locked up arguing behind closed doors, the more she obsessed about them.

  Her fantasies continued, growing wilder and more absorbing, until she started to think about Cary and Dex exclusively whenever she picked up her vibrator. Even her dreams were filled with them. And in all of her dreams and fantasies, her pussy was deliciously filled by both men.

  She started saying goodnight earlier so she could spend more time with her fantasy creations. One orgasm no longer fulfilled her—she wanted two, one with each of them, just like in her imaginings.

  Then she began paying little visits to her bedroom during the day. She couldn’t get enough.

  Last night, she’d been visited by both men in her fantasies.

  She was wearing a soft, see-through nightie and she was lying in bed, plying her vibrator for all she was worth, when she felt a touch on her hand. When she opened her eyes, both men were standing at the side of her bed, wearing identical expressions of perturbation.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  It was Dex who answered, his hand slipping to the back of his neck as it sometimes did when he was embarrassed. Yet, somehow, she wasn’t embarrassed to be caught almost naked with a vibrator in her hand. That part seemed perfectly natural.

  “Uh, Isabel, we could hear you.”

  She was puzzled. “Hear me?”

  “Moaning and carrying on,” Cary added. “We could hear you all over the house. You sounded like a bitch in heat.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the pillow. “Now, do you mind?”

  “Well, actually, we do.”

  “What?” She opened her eyes to stare at the speaker. Dex again.

  He went on. “We do mind you being up here, all alone, pleasuring yourself.”

  Cary spoke up. “That’s our job, darlin’.”

  For the first time, she registered the rigidity of both men’s posture. The crotches of their worn denims were bulging. At the sight, her nipples, already hard, tightened into sharp little rosebuds. Two pairs of eyes focused with laser intensity on the sight of her breasts, covered by the thin, gossamer layer of cloth.

  She sat up and allowed Dex to tug the nightie away, revealing her unadorned nudity, while Cary took off his shirt in that timeless male way of tugging it from behind. He reached his bare arms for what his brother had revealed, slowly working down her naked body with a touch that trailed fire. He circled her taut nipples lightly, teasing, while she tried to arch into his hands. But he withdrew before she could reach him.

  Dex, now naked, was behind her, lifting her damp hair from her neck and sucking tiny bits of her flesh into his mouth, bruising her. He moved his hands to cover her breasts, their weight filling his grasp as he massaged them slowly, while Cary shed the rest of his clothes and positioned himself between her parted knees.

  Together, they both moved their hands to the juncture of her thighs, exploring the wetness of her pussy, caressing her slick folds. After the manipulations of her vibrator, she was more than ready for both of them.

  Then Dex’s hands moved beneath her to caress her ass, Cary leaning her forward against him to give his brother better access.

  Dex probed her asshole gently, moving from its puckered centre to her dripping pussy and back, anointing them both with her slickness. Then a colder moisture registered along her ass crack. He was lubricating her thoroughly, sliding his fingers into her hole so that he could spread the moisture liberally.

  “Do you think she’s ready for this?” One man—she didn’t even bother to decipher which—asked the other.

  One of them had her hard nipples between their fingers, deliciously tugging at them, causing her breasts to swell even more. But that was nothing compared to the spreading openness she felt in her ass as the men tipped her on to her knees until she was sitting astride Cary with her ass angled towards Dex.

  Dex’s cock entered her asshole carefully, with a rocking motion. Isabel moaned as she felt Cary spreading her ass cheeks so that his brother could watch his penis penetrate her velvet folds. Dex pressed further into her, expanding her channel, making her grunt as he thrust back and forth, deeper every time. When Dex was halfway inside, Cary pulled her more fully onto his lap, his cockhead nestling against her opening, as if to say ‘my turn’.
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  “Are you ready for the next step, baby?” he crooned into her ear.

  “Yes, oh, yes!”

  She wanted them both. She needed them.

  Cary’s cock pushed passed her soaked pussy lips to enter her wet hole. Isabel threw her head back and groaned, only to find that it rested neatly against Dex’s shoulder behind her. He wrapped a supportive arm around her waist as she bore down on his brother’s thick shaft.

  Without warning, Cary thrust upward to seat himself fully inside her as Dex began pushing more forcefully into her ass. He reached around, between her body and his brother’s, to stroke her clit rapidly. The feeling was incredible. Her interior muscles clenched around both cocks as they established a powerful rhythm that hit every nerve ending inside her.

  Cary suckled her nipples, his cheeks hollowing, as both he and his brother held her place for their pleasurable fucking.

  “Uhhhhh.” Isabel couldn’t even speak or scream out her pleasure as first Dex and then Cary slammed into her over and over, stoking the fire inside her until she thought she would go up in flames.

  Her orgasm ripped through her body like a freight train, tearing her apart, nerve by searing nerve.

  Dex came first, with a shout and a burst of cum that dribbled between her ass cheeks, then Cary grunted her name as he ejaculated deep inside her pussy. Isabel was still shaking from her first orgasm when a second came flooding after it, wave after dark wave until she felt like she was drowning in her own juices.

  Shifting on her chair, Isabel felt the wetness of her panties press coldly against her pussy lips. Just remembering the fantasy made her hot.

  It was early in the morning, yet she was already thinking about slipping upstairs—when her cell phone rang. The sound startled her. All of her clients communicated with her through email.

  “Hello?”

  “Where are you?”

  The abrupt question was instantly irritating. “Excuse me? Who is this?”

  “Your boyfriend.”

  “My boy—Jason?” A thin layer of sweat suddenly coated her hand. “What do you want, Jason?”

  “You.”

  He sounded sheepish, the initial spurt of aggression gone from his voice. He sounded—defeated.

  “Why? What happened with your other woman?”

  “Amy left me.”

  A mean surge of happiness flooded her, but it didn’t last long. She’d gone through the kind of rejection Jason was probably dealing with now, at his hands, and it was brutal. What he needed was time and space, exactly the things she suddenly realised the Armstrongs had been giving her. He didn’t need to be calling her.

  “I’m sorry to hear that. I really am. But what do you expect me to say?”

  A little bit of his cocksure attitude returned. “You’ll probably say I deserve it.”

  “No, I wouldn’t” she told him. “I don’t think anyone deserves to be hurt like that by someone they love.”

  He was silent for a moment and then his voice rang out, high and clear, “Oh, Izzy, I miss you!”

  Izzy. God, she hated that nickname. He’d always thought it was cute.

  “Get a grip,” Isabel said. “You dumped me. Remember?”

  “That was a mistake. A big one.”

  She wondered if he would have said the same thing if Amy hadn’t left.

  “Whatever it is, it’s done now. We’ve over.” And as she said the words, she knew that she was speaking the honest truth.

  The past few weeks of working and fantasising about what she could never have had brushed aside the last hurtful remnants of her time with Jason. She could look back and remember the good and bad times with equal calm.

  “It doesn’t have to be over. We can start again.”

  “With the constant arguing over whose interests should come first? Your music or my painting? Or who got to choose what we did on the weekends? Go to a concert or to one of your networking events? Do you remember who always won those arguments, who I always let win? I stopped being myself when I was with you, Jason. I can’t go back to that.”

  He sighed loudly in her ear. “That’s not how I remember it, Izzy.”

  Of course. When confronted by pure logic, Jason usually retreated behind a wall of denial.

  “Well, that’s how I remember it.”

  “It wasn’t all bad.”

  “It wasn’t all good, either. Not by a long shot.” Taking a deep breath, she added, “And let’s not forget what you did to me at the end. Cheating, lying, sneaking around. Those are things I could never forget or forgive.”

  “I’m sorry, Izzy. I really am.”

  A hard knot inside her let go with those words. He was sorry. But she wasn’t. She was glad he’d destroyed their relationship before it had been too late for her to realise that it wasn’t at all what she wanted.

  All of that wasted time. All of that wasted love and ambition, wanting to live in the city, wanting Jason, when all she had really wanted and needed was right here on this ranch.

  “Did you hear me?” Jason asked impatiently when his apology was greeted by a long silence. “I said that I’m sorry.”

  “You know what, honey? So am I. So am I.”

  She shut the phone off gently at the sound of his voice.

  That night over dinner, Isabel turned to Dex and asked clearly, “How’s Yvonne doing?”

  “Yvonne?” He repeated the name blankly. Then he turned to his brother. “What did you tell her?”

  “The truth,” was Cary’s drawled reply. “That you and Miz McGovern have been seen frequently together around these parts.”

  “So that’s how it is, I gather.” Cary’s accent made some country molasses creep back into Isabel’s voice, sending her right back into the Southern accent she’d fought to lose in the city. Jason had found country twangs sickening.

  “No, that isn’t how it is!” Dex protested.

  Cary was grinning now at his brother’s discomfort.

  Dex went on quickly. “Yvonne came here a few weeks ago, just before you came back, wanting to learn everything there was to know about taking over the Barmans’ old ranch. She was going to run it by herself, she said, with the help of a couple of hired hands. She had no idea how to run a ranch, of course, or how hard it was to come by a few good hands nowadays.”

  “So you taught her,” Isabel said silkily. “What else did you teach her?”

  “I was trying to be neighbourly! I showed her how a ranch would be a bad idea. But there were other businesses this town still needs. A clothing store, for instance. People get tired of driving into Kirby every time they need a pair of shorts. Since then, I’ve been trying to help her set it up.”

  Isabel felt her chest grow suddenly lighter, as if a weight she’d never been aware of had been lifted off it.

  “Really?”

  Dex leant back in his chair as if exhausted. “Really.”

  Cary was still staring at her. “Why do you care about what Yvonne and my brother have been getting up to, little one?”

  “You said—” She broke off abruptly, seeing the little smile playing at the corner of his hard mouth. “I don’t care.”

  The smile spread across his lips. “Are you jealous?”

  “I am not jealous!”

  Yet the fact that she’d screamed those words seemed to amuse the two brothers immensely. Dex was clearly struggling not to grin.

  Goaded beyond irritation, Isabel threw her spoon onto her saucer and sprang to her feet, nearly upsetting her full cup of after-dinner coffee in the process.

  “Oh, I hate both of you!”

  Both men abruptly sobered. In the Armstrong household, those were words that were never heard, not even in jest. A strong current of love had underscored the family’s connections to one another ever since Isabel could remember. Now she had broken that taboo as well.

  With tears in her eyes, she turned and fled from the room, but not before she had glimpsed the odd looks in both of the brothers’ eyes. They were shocke
d, yes, but they were also something else. Could it be…pleased?

  Up in her bedroom, Isabel started to pack.

  It was about time she started thinking about what her life was going to be from now on and, no matter how much she wanted to stay in Riding, she knew that her future would not be here. Not unless she wanted to break her heart twice over.

  Tomorrow she would start calling real estate agents up in the city and see what was available in terms of rentals. Her work payments had slowed down to a trickle since coming back home, but she would somehow scrape together first and last months’ rent and then start finishing up some of her projects so that she could collect some money.

  No more daydreaming.

  No more vibrator breaks.

  No more Armstrongs.

  A heavy knock sounded on the closed bedroom door.

  “I’m busy,” she called out, not bothering to look up.

  After a brief pause, the knock came again.

  “Go away!”

  The door opened and Isabel looked up in disbelief as both Cary and Dex walked into her bedroom.

  “What part of ‘go away’ don’t you two understand?”

  They spoke at the same time.

  “Isabel—”

  “Look, darlin’—”

  She straightened, clutching a limp, wrinkled dress in her hands. Her brown eyes were wide and luminous with unspilled tears.

  “Oh, darlin’!”

  Dex walked over and pulled her into his arms, and she let him. Those strong male arms were where she belonged. They felt like home. And they set off a familiar heat between her legs. Without thinking, she rubbed against him, her nipples growing hard beneath her thin blouse.

  Taking her by the arms, Dex pulled back. His bright blue eyes dropped to her chest and she shrank away beneath that glance, acutely embarrassed and well aware of his older brother’s presence just a few feet away.

  She stole a peek at Cary. His silver gaze was fixed on her high round breasts and the dark nipples straining against the silky fabric that constrained them.