Love Under Three Titans

by Cara Covington

  “Yes, I’m finally getting that.” Julia had a smile as beautiful as her brothers’. Maggie was looking forward to making a good friend in her.

  Soon they were out on the sidewalk, and Maggie inhaled deeply of the warm Texas spring air. No, she couldn’t smell the ocean here. She was beginning not to miss it quite so much.

  * * * *

  Maggie had nearly forgotten that Ginny and Samantha Kendall were waiting for her back at the inn. She’d dreaded stepping back into her parlor and facing whatever mess she’d left behind.

  She needn’t have worried. The bookcase had been righted, and the books put back exactly the way she’d had them. The room smelled fresh and airy.

  She turned to Ginny. Her niece smiled. “You left your computer on. When I called and asked Richard about the books that were all over the floor he told me you’d have a spreadsheet.” Then Ginny laughed. “Boy howdy, Aunt Maggie, you have a lot of spreadsheets.”

  Maggie hugged her niece, whose use of her title was surely one of the sweetest terms of endearment she’d ever heard.

  “I do, indeed. But I’ll bet Richard has more than I do.”

  “Don’t worry, love.” Richard set his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “I’ll help you catch up.”

  “I can see nights in our future of these two with their heads together as they commune at the temple of Excel,” Trevor said.

  “Maybe I can film a documentary on the subject,” Kevin said.

  Maggie laughed and then gave Ginny another hug. She saw the tears glistening in the younger woman’s eyes and understood the emotion. Ginny was trembling, and Maggie needed to assure her that she was fine. “I’m okay, honey. It’s just a concussion.”

  “And a bruise,” she said softly. “Just like last time.”

  “Busted that SOB’s head, too.” Then Maggie recalled the detailed account of her niece’s single-handed capture of that same bastard. She grinned. “Eventually the word will get around that folks better not mess with the Morrison-Rose women,” Maggie said.

  “That would be Morrison-Benedict and Rose-Kendall,” Richard said.

  Ginny’s eyes lit up at the backhanded announcement.

  Maggie smiled. “I stand corrected.”

  Then she gave Samantha a hug, too. “Thank you so much for taking care of things here.”

  “You’re welcome. There’s a large pot of soup on the stove, and fresh bread wrapped in foil on the counter. Abby’s still in Houston, but Bernice will be by later with dinner for y’all.”

  Maggie felt torn between wanting the women to stay and wishing them already gone. She wanted to be with her men.

  Both women laughed as if they completely understood her. All things considered, Maggie guessed they probably did.

  “You call if you need anything,” Ginny said.

  Maggie looked behind her and met the gazes of the three men, who’d formed a bit of a cadre behind her. Then she turned to her niece. “Thanks, but I think I’m in pretty good hands, here.”

  Ten minutes later Maggie wanted to take back that last statement.

  “But I feel fine. Really. I just want us to be…I want us to be one.” Damn it, did she have to spell it out for them? Maybe she did.

  Because at the moment they were tucking her into her bed. To have a nap.

  “I want to make that picture y’all painted for me. I want Kevin in my mouth, Trevor in my pussy, and Richard in my ass. I want you all three inside me, all at the same time.”

  “Do you think we don’t want that very thing ourselves?” Kevin stared at her and then reached down to the front of his body. His hand caressed over his cock, and Maggie understood he was already hot and hard and horny.

  She noticed then that both Trevor and Richard were in an identical state.

  Richard stepped forward, picked her up, and laid her in the bed. Then he covered her with the blankets and bent over so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Do you have any idea how terrified we were this afternoon? We knew Conrad had gone after you. Jesus Christ, Maggie. We were terrified we were going to be too late.”

  Richard’s voice, for all its unfamiliar fierceness, broke. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he rested his forehead on hers.

  “I’m sorry.” Maggie had seen their faces, the tension and the fear. She just hadn’t understood how deep their emotions had run. “I’m sorry. While it was happening, all I could do was hope that somehow y’all would get the telepathic SOS I was sending you.”

  When he opened his eyes, she saw an expression in them she’d never seen before. “Then, not an hour ago, we had to stand quietly by and listen as you confessed to the sheriff how totally reckless and brazen and foolhardy you had been.”

  Maggie felt the urge to shrink back even as she swallowed. A quick check of her other lovers told her that they were right there with Richard. She realized they were furious—and that anger was directed at her.

  “Um… I’m sorry?”

  “Do you think she thinks if she says ‘sorry’ enough times that we won’t punish her for endangering herself and putting us through hell?” Kevin’s tone sounded curious.

  “If she does,” Trevor said, “she won’t for long.”

  “So you’re leaving me alone in this bed as punishment?” Maggie thought that would make the absolute worst punishment of all time.

  “No, love. And we aren’t going to leave you alone in this bed. Two of us will be with you constantly. We’re just not going to make love to you. Not until Robert declares you sufficiently recovered from your injury.”

  “But that’s not for three whole days!” Maggie was totally unashamed of her petulant tone. At that moment, three days felt like a life time.

  “Nothing is more important to us than you being healthy and safe, Margaret Mary Morrison, soon to be Benedict. Nothing.”

  “Which is why, as soon as Robert gives the okay, we’re going to turn you over our knees and spank the living daylights out of you.” Trevor’s announcement was the last thing she ever thought he’d say.

  “You’re going to what?” Oh, how hard it was to look and sound incensed when what she really felt was intrigued and aroused. Still, it wouldn’t necessarily do to let them know just the thought of being spanked got her horny as hell.

  “Christ, she’s creaming herself just thinking about it,” Kevin said.

  “Let me explain what’s going to happen, love, so there is no misunderstanding between us. As soon as you are pronounced recovered from your concussion, we are going to bring you here, or to our place—either one, doesn’t matter. Then we are going to spank you as punishment for endangering the one thing in all the world we cherish above all else. You. Then, and only then, we are going to make love you. And, Maggie, we’re going to make love you for the rest of your life. Are we clear?”

  She would have nodded, but her headache hovered in the background, just mild enough to make her think twice about it.

  “Yes, we’re clear.” She could say that even as she wondered about the way her pussy was already clenching, thinking about that spanking.

  “Good. Now, scoot over to the middle of the bed, love.”

  Maggie did as he asked and then forgot all about her headache. Richard and Kevin were stripping for her, and she could honestly say she was completely torn as to which one to ogle. They were buff, positively gorgeous, and sinfully sexy.

  They were also all hers.

  “I’m going to head out and get a few groceries and then stop by the house and grab us some clothes.” Trevor bent over and kissed her. His tongue boldly penetrated her mouth, letting her know without doubt where he’d really rather be. He pulled back and grinned. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

  “Just you. So hurry, please. I’ll sleep better knowing you’re here with me, too.” Maggie had no hope of ever keeping any of her desires a secret from these men. Why should she even try?

  She didn’t want anything at all to come between them.

  Richa
rd climbed into the bed on her left. Kevin got under the blankets on her right. They all three of them looked at her as if she was the sun and the moon and the stars.

  “That brings us to a question we need to ask you, love.” Richard looked serious. “In ménage families where there are more than two brothers who are husbands, sometimes there’s an extra bed or two in the master bedroom.”

  Maggie blinked. “Whatever for?”

  Trevor shrugged. “Some people might think that two brothers sleeping side by side in a bed with their wife and another brother were indulging in an incestuous relationship.”

  “We don’t think that way,” Kevin said, “and we don’t care. But if you’d rather—”

  “No. I want all my husbands in bed with me.” She scowled. “I mean, really? People think that? What are they, ignoramuses who don’t even know the meaning of the word ‘incest’? There’s a world of difference between being intimate and being incestuous.”

  “We know, love.” Richard kissed her forehead. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “You didn’t. I always get annoyed by stupidity, though it could be something even more than your garden variety of stupid at work in that kind of thinking.” Maggie sighed as Richard eased her into his arms.

  “What more could it be?” he asked.

  “It’s been my experience in this life so far that when people point fingers and hurl accusations, it generally tends to be about things they’re personally guilty of themselves.”

  “That’s what Grandma Kate always says.” Trevor nodded. “Now you settle down and go to sleep. I’ll be back, and in bed, before you know it.”

  Maggie didn’t really think she was all that tired, although it had been a very emotional day, to echo her future sister-in-law’s words. The heat from the two naked bodies that cocooned her penetrated deep into her, body and soul. And while she doubted she’d sleep, she did close her eyes. It couldn’t hurt to rest, just for a few minutes.

  Maggie felt herself falling and gave up her fight to stay awake.

  Chapter 21

  The door closed with a thud Maggie felt deep in the pit of her stomach. Excitement swirled through her body. A tingling sensation rushed all along her skin, a tickling, teasing static current that brushed over her in the most delicious way possible.

  Then the lock clicked into place, and Maggie shivered.

  “Mm, I saw that, baby, that sexy little pleasure rush that just made your nipples poke out against your blouse.”

  “I bet if we inhaled deeply we’d be able to smell your heat, too. Wouldn’t we, sweetheart?”

  “Of course, that would mean the idea of being spanked turns you on.” Richard walked around her until he was standing directly in front of her. He gave her that little half smile that just turned her on so much. She wasn’t completely certain it was a good idea to let these men know how completely under their spell she’d fallen.

  “You mean to tell me that you think women—modern, twenty-first century women, women of strength—get turned on thinking about enduring something so completely draconian as a spanking?” Maggie had tried to look prissy as she’d posed that question, but figured she failed, miserably.

  Richard stepped just one little bit closer and used his finger to brush against the spot on her blouse where her left nipple was trying to escape the confines of her clothing. He said, “Yes.”

  Two months ago she would have said he was wrong. At this moment, the dampness of her panties told another story entirely.

  Rick bent down and kissed her lightly. “We can’t lose you, Maggie. You’re our heart and our soul. You endangered yourself. Consider the spanking you’re about to receive as a punishment for that. But no one says your punishment can’t turn you on.”

  “I don’t even know why I did what I did.” She would be completely honest with these men—her men—always. “I knew the man was unstable. And I knew that egging on a mentally unstable man was a stupid thing to do. And while I was doing it, a part of me was terrified. But mostly, I was just so…so mad.”

  What had she said? Richard blinked and then looked over her shoulders at his brothers. Then he chuckled and shook his head.

  “According to popular account, those were Ginny’s exact words to Adam and Jake after she’d pulled Deke Walters out of that piss-yellow car, armed with only her fist—which she then planted rather forcefully in his face.”

  “I see. I guess it does run in the family, then.”

  “More than you know, sweetheart,” Trevor said.

  “Remind us to tell you a couple of stories involving the women of our family, and a shovel and a screwdriver,” Kevin said. “But later.”

  Maggie heard the laughter in Kevin’s voice. She couldn’t help but grin. Inside, a deep and vibrant yearning had sprung to life. She wanted these men and everything they wanted to do to and with her.

  She wanted that spanking, because simply thinking about it turned her on. She had been horny, it seemed, forever—though she knew that really she’d just been in a constant state of craving for three days.

  She didn’t care what they said—lying in bed totally naked with the men she loved and only being held by them but not having them was the most severe torture she could imagine.

  “So what did you do? Draw straws? Or are you all going to smack my ass?”

  “Cheeky wench.” Richard laughed. “We decided to go with birth order. One ‘master,’ if you will, per infraction.”

  “We figure that way we’ll likely all get our turn, sooner rather than later,” Trevor said. “Not that we think you’re going to merit punishments on a regular basis, mind you.”

  “But rather, if you get as hot as we think you will, you’ll demand them regularly as foreplay.” Kevin raised both his eyebrows and wiggled them in a mock leer.

  Maggie tilted her head as she considered her men. They loved to tease, and they looked relaxed. But she could see the tension in them. A quick glance south of their belts assured her they were all three sporting very erect cocks.

  They were as hot and horny and needy as she was.

  “I love you with all my heart. I want to do everything, try everything, because that’s what you are to me. Everything.”

  Richard inhaled sharply, then pulled her into his arms. “You belong to us. Now and forever. We’ll love you and cherish you and protect you. Always.”

  “I feel all that and more,” Maggie said.

  “We know.” Trevor stood on her left, his body crowding close.

  “You’re fierce—our very own Valkyrie—and we wouldn’t really have it any other way.” Kevin edged closer on her right, placing her where she loved to be the most, right in the center of them.

  Maggie wondered how she could be so triggered when they hadn’t even really started yet. She was done with waiting. She was done with talking.

  She needed action, and she needed it now.

  “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

  Richard cupped her face, his hands gentle yet trembling. He met her lips and kissed her, a sweet, chaste kiss.

  Oh, but his gaze was neither sweet nor chaste. The light in his eyes burned, his fire hot and fierce. The expression on his face spoke of male dominance, male possession, and damned if that didn’t make her pussy even wetter.

  She fully expected him to scoop her into his arms and carry her into the bedroom, since they’d each shown a proclivity for doing just that.

  He took her hand and led her there, instead.

  Once there, he stepped away from her, then turned to face her. He reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to open it as Trevor and Kevin set to work stripping her.

  The heat of their bodies cut through her, warming her. Their scent enveloped her, and she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and licked her lips.

  “God in heaven, woman, you’re pure sex.” Trevor’s fervent declaration set something free inside her.

  She’d been sure she’d dealt with those old insults, frigid and unresponsiv
e and unlovable, yet the child in her mentally rubbed her hands together in glee.

  Pure sex. She liked the label. She thought she just might have a T-shirt made, with that label emblazed upon it, for her to wear.

  Maggie shook with desire, but she needed to tell them. “You talked of smelling my heat. I can smell yours. Your scents alone arouse me. Combined, they damn near make me drool from my mouth and my pussy. Hurry, please. I want you so badly.”

  They worked quicker to undress her, tossing her clothing aside. Then, naked, they took her to their brother—the oldest, the head of their family—and gave her to him.

  “Across my knees. Now.” Richard’s voice was the voice of a man who would be obeyed, yet his touch remained gentle as he eased her down and arranged her to his liking.

  “You’re never to deliberately endanger yourself again, Maggie, love. Promise.”

  “I promise.” This was no longer just foreplay. Maggie heard fear in Richard’s voice, and knew it was fear for her.

  These men had been so sweet, so beguiling and winsome, she’d missed just how very alpha they truly were.

  It was a mistake she’d never make again.

  She felt him move, heard a muted swoosh, and then yelped as Richard’s hand landed on her naked ass.

  The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she blinked rapidly. She inhaled through her teeth, her entire body jerking with each rapid, sharp slap that landed on her tender bottom.

  He’d alternated between her ass cheeks, giving each one three smarting blows. Six smacks, two for each of them.

  “Fuck, that was hot.” Kevin seemed to have trouble catching his breath.

  “Tell me about it.” Richard’s cock had hardened even more against her hip.

  “Is her cunt wet?” Trevor sounded dark and dangerous.

  Maggie shivered, uninterested in talking. She moaned when Richard parted her legs and then thrust his fingers into pussy.

  “Sopping, and her clit is standing tall, just begging for us.” He brushed that sensitive bud with his thumb, and Maggie cried out. Just that fast, she was close to orgasm.