by Zoey Marcel
She shook her head and watched him shed his jeans, boots, and socks in silent admiration. His lust-driven eyes remained transfixed on her as he stripped down to his birthday suit.
“I want to hear you whimper while I double-team you with my best friend.” He eyed her hungrily as he shucked his underwear. “I want to see you getting felt up by my brothers and sucking their cocks, and I want you to love it, but I’ll always be your favorite. I’m too good not to be.”
Her eyes bugged out.
He stood before her, naked and erect. “It’s gonna happen, Kendall. You need it, and I need to see you like that, feel you trapped between me and my best friend and my brothers.”
“Charlie—”
“Don’t talk.” He covered her body with his. “Just picture it, feel.”
An outcry ripped from her when she felt his cockhead stabbing at her vagina. She hadn’t come, but she was so soaked with need for him that her natural lubrication helped to lessen the discomfort of his entry somewhat.
“Shh. I need you that way, baby.” He brushed his hand over her hair, lulling to her in a gentle whisper. “It’s for your pleasure as much as ours. Relax and let me in.”
She eased up, but it was still a fight for him to get in. His fierce jab forward hurt and made her face contort, but when she felt him start to sink in slowly while he held her in his smoldering gaze, it made her hot and weak.
The plug shifted in her ass and crammed against the thin membrane of flesh that divided her pussy and her bottom. The toy made her already-tight channel even snugger and it seemed to drive Charlie crazy.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he ground out, eyes closed. When they opened, they were feral with depraved starvation. “Do you feel it, baby? It’s just like a cock in your ass, only smaller.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but burn over his prowess, his demigod physique, and the pseudo-phallus in her backside that mimicked the penis of one of his brothers. She’d never met his family. They lived in South Dakota.
“Say you want it.” Flames devoured her inside and out at his husky timbre.
“I want it,” she whispered. “We can play like this, pretend. Not for real, though.”
“Yes, baby, for real.”
He kissed her suddenly, tonguing her deeply and eating at her mouth like she was the treat he had a mad craving for. Her arms went around him and she whimpered as he thrust long and deep into her body. The plug squished in her hole, making both orifices insanely tight and forcing titillated cries from her whenever it shifted in her ass with each of Charlie’s thrusts in her pussy.
“Do you feel my brother inside you?”
Her body felt like it had gone into meltdown mode. She swallowed and nodded, barely breathing.
“That’s Shane in your ass. He’s the oldest. He loves asses, and he’s gonna go crazy over yours.”
She blushed with embarrassment even as she became inflamed with need. “Charlie...God, I feel so hot.”
He growled and nuzzled her cheek. “I told you that you wanted this. I want you to say a few names for me when you come.”
“Just your name.”
“You’re damned right you’ll say my name, and you’ll say theirs, too, my brothers and my best friend.”
Intense pressure in her channel gave way to a blistering inferno that made her eyes glaze. “You’re such a freak.”
He grinned. “I can already feel your G-spot swelling. You’re starting to shake.”
“Charlie...God, I can’t take it.”
“You fucking take it. You say their names, you hear? Shane, Quentin, Justin...” Charlie’s fiery stare was intense. “Don’t you fucking say René’s name, not ever.”
Who the fuck was René?
“You idiot, why the hell are you blurting out a name you don’t even want me to say? Are you trying to confuse me?”
Her aura broke and she started to feel tremors of luxurious heat and electric ripples wash over her.
He gripped her chin and glowered at her. “I mean, it Kendall. Say their names.”
Kendall whimpered names her mind barely registered in the throes of passion. She must have gotten them right, because Charlie didn’t scold her for error. Her cunt sucked his erection hard and she screamed at the intensity of the moment. Somehow, she wanted it. Despite the raunchy, loveless act he described, she found herself craving it, fearing it. The idea of however many men she’d said the names of having her at once made her crazy.
Charlie grunted at the ruthless gripping on his cock and battered into her harder and faster through her spasms, driving them both mad. He roared his release and emptied himself into her body. She felt the hot splash of his semen singe her pussy even more potently than normal because of the toy plugging her ass from the other side. It was probably that way with a real penis.
She moaned and stared up at Charlie’s handsome face distorting with pleasure and she became even more aroused by his breathy pants that sounded so masculine and sexy. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her before lying down completely on top of her. The hard, muscled heat of his body molded against hers, warming her.
He nuzzled her face and neck. “I missed you.”
She hugged him closer to her body. “I missed you, too.”
“I don’t want to hold back with you anymore, baby.” He pulled back and brushed his thumb over her cheek in soothing caresses. “God knows I love what we do and I intend to keep doing it, but I need more from you. I need you to be uninhibited with me. I want you to untie my hands and let me fuck you unbridled. I can show you things about me, teach you stuff about yourself.”
“If you have a problem with me, then why don’t you go fuck one of your slutty exes?”
“Don’t be like that. You know I only want you. I told you I love what we do. I only want to give you more and be able to be completely myself.”
“I have to shower.”
He ejected from her snatch and then helped her up. “Our role play made you hot. Don’t deny it.”
She picked up her torn sundress, but he took it from her.
“I want you naked and brazen with me. I’m gonna watch that ass sway as you walk down the hall.”
She couldn’t help smiling even as she rolled her eyes. “With your persistence about us staying together, it’s a wonder you have any exes.”
“That ought to tell you something.”
“Maybe I need to talk with them and find out how they got rid of you.”
His eyes narrowed and he slapped her ass as she walked by. “I broke up with them.”
She snorted on her way to the bathroom. “Right, because no woman would ever dare break up with Charlie Huntington.”
“That’s right.”
She stepped into the shower, feeling a jolt of excitement and mild annoyance when he got in with her. “Wait your turn.”
“I don’t think so. We’re doing this simultaneously and then we’re going to dinner and a movie.”
“So I’m a challenge, is that it? You just want to get back together because I’m the only woman who ever dumped you?”
He grinned. “I admit, it bugs me, but I think we both know it’s more than that. You were made for me, and the sooner you realize that, the happier you’ll be.”
She shook her head at his arrogance and washed off quickly. He scrubbed himself down and rinsed off when she got out to dry. Wrapping a towel around her body, she headed out into the living room to bring his clothes in for him. She felt something in his jeans pocket and pulled it out. Her eyes became saucers and her mouth fell open when she saw two one-way plane tickets to South Dakota.
That bastard!
“Where you at, baby?” he called to her from down the hall.
She stood there dumbfounded and watched him come into the living room and take his clothes from her.
“What the hell is this?” She held up the plane tickets.
He didn’t act the least bit guilty or concerned over her discovery. “I
see you found my present.”
“Do you think by flying me out to meet your family that I’ll miraculously change my mind about sleeping with your brothers?”
Charlie winked at her as he zipped and buttoned his pants. “You would if you saw them.”
Kendall wanted to smack him. “Well, unlike your stupid, shallow exes, I don’t just fall into bed with people because they look good.”
He pulled his shirt on. “You hopped into bed with me.”
“I care about you. I’m not a slut.”
He started closing the buttons on the front of his shirt. “Never said you were.”
“You can’t just buy me a ticket and fly me to another state.”
“You didn’t have a problem when I took you to Hawaii.”
“Yeah, because it was just the two of us having a romantic getaway. Then you ruined it by telling me you wanted me to move to South Dakota with you and spread my legs for your brothers.”
He shrugged. “I proposed, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, in a very crude and unromantic way.”
“There’s no need for pretenses here, Red. Why don’t you just admit the real reason you panicked?”
“What are you talking about?”
He stepped forward until he stood so close to her that she felt the heat from his body pouring over her like the sweltering embrace of a sauna. “You’re afraid of commitment.”
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are. You looked away when you answered because you know it’s true. You’re so obsessed with getting a career and afraid of babies changing your body. You take care of yourself. You’ll be fine.” He smiled. “And even if you put on a little weight, I’ll still like you and fuck your brains out.”
Some of his words moved her and others vexed her. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to make something of myself. I didn’t go to school for nothing.”
“You’re great with kids, and even if you don’t have any, it won’t bother me none. I’ll just have you to myself.” His grin became salacious. “Well, almost to myself.”
“You chauvinistic pervert, you bought one-way tickets. That’s not a vacation. It’s a fucking move.” She tried to shove him, but he stood his ground with startling ease, frustrating the hell out of her. “If you had an ounce of class and decency, you wouldn’t suggest anything so vile. You don’t love me at all. If you did, you wouldn’t want to share me like you did with your past hos.”
“Or maybe that’s just how I am.” His eyes narrowed on her and his jaw flexed with aggravation. “That’s the way things work in McKenna Downs. The women are submissive and they get shared. That’s just the way it is. If you wanted a pushover, you shouldn’t have said yes when I asked you out.”
“Well, if you wanted a doormat, then you shouldn’t have dated a California woman.”
“So is that how you think it’s gonna be? We live in the state you want, you refuse to breed with me, and I’m supposed to hold back sexually and deny my needs so you can have a fucking career?”
“Don’t call it breeding, you weirdo. If you need a man in bed with you to be satisfied, then go be gay with your friends. I don’t insist on having a woman in bed with us to get off.”
His eyes twinkled with humor. “If you needed that, I would do it for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I bet you would.”
He smirked. “I’m just asking you to meet my family. That’s all.”
“That is not all. You want me to move there with you. That’s why you bought me a one-way ticket.”
“Because I know when you get there you won’t want to leave, ever.”
“Well, then you don’t know me at all. I’m a city girl.”
“Well, I prefer small towns and I lived here for years for you. If you loved me you’d compromise for me, too.”
She bristled and marched toward the door. “Don’t pull that ‘if you love me’ crap. If you loved me you wouldn’t want to share me like a pervert.”
Charlie approached her, cool but obviously irritated. “Don’t judge what you don’t understand. I saw how hot and bothered you got with that ass plug in you and the role playing we did. You want it. You’re just scared because it’s new and you’re worried you’ll disappoint us because we’re experienced, or that we won’t respect you and you’ll somehow lose me if you get naked with us like the other women did.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing down hard to keep her there when she tried to step back. “But you won’t, Kendall. I told you I liked you best of all the women I’ve been with and I meant it.”
Kendall became torn between adoration and the fear that everything between them would fall to pieces if she accepted his decadent offer. He’d mostly had flings, but he’d been the one to end his past relationships, the few that he’d had. He’d shared some of those women with his brothers and closest friend. Was that the reason he hadn’t broken up with her yet, because she’d ended it first and he hadn’t gotten her to have a tryst with his siblings and best friend yet? Would it all be over if she agreed to it?
Probably. Of course, he would say whatever he had to, to get her to go along with it. She’d honestly believed him all these years when he said he loved her, but now with this debauched “Fuck them all, baby” mentality he had, she wasn’t so sure.
“Why can’t it just be the two of us?” she asked, trying to keep the desperation and pleading out of the question.
“It can for a while, but eventually I’m gonna need you that way. I need you dominated and submitting to whatever I want to give you.” His eyes were wanton and his tone became throaty and obsessive. “I’ll go crazy if I don’t see you getting fucked by them and have you trapped between me and another man, several men.”
Her body sizzled with erotic interest, but she just knew he had to be a closet gay man, or maybe bisexual. No straight man would want such a thing, would he? She certainly had no desire to feel another woman’s body against hers or to share Charlie with one. She loved him. Letting another woman touch him was unthinkable and made her violently jealous at the mere thought of it.
Not him. No. He was just fine with passing her around to everyone he knew. She felt like a fool for having believed for a second that he loved her.
Opening the door, she shook her head, trying to disguise the pain with disgust. “You’re a freak. You can pretend you’re straight, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I’m not gay, Kendall. I told you that. Now knock it off and pack your shit.”
“I’m not going to South Dakota.”
“Well, I’m not moving to New York or Paris or wherever the fuck it is you want to draw pictures of clothes at.”
His comment unglued her and she opened the door wider. “Then there’s the door.”
He shook his head and walked out. “This isn’t over.”
“Yeah, it is. I’m not a slut or a baby factory. I have my career to think of.”
He stood outside, glaring at her. “You say that now, but you’ll feel differently when you’re stuffed with cocks and adorned with jewels.”
Her jaw dropped. The audacity. He was fucking smiling. “Asshole!”
She slammed the door shut, fuming. When she heard the knob turn she spun around.
He poked his head in. “When you get lonely, call me. I’ll be back in a few days to take care of the ache between your legs and the one in your chest.”
“You conceited—”
“Make that a week. I’ll plan a nice date for us and we’ll have vanilla make-up sex afterward since chocolate sex gets you too frazzled.” With that snide remark, he left and closed the door behind him.
She immediately locked it, exasperated that he just had to have the last word. Something had to be done. He kept coming around and she kept letting him in because he was such a smooth-talker and she missed him badly when he was away.
She recalled her friend Amelia’s suggestion about moving in with her and pretending to be a lesbian to get rid of Charlie. Kendall knew he
would see right through the plan. Still, it was a plan, at least.
It bugged her when she started to cry. She’d known Charlie was a player, but she’d always thought she could be the one to tame him, change him. Apparently, he was even lewder than she thought and he wasn’t changing for anybody.
That wasn’t half as bad as the quiet truth that reared its ugly head as she crumbled to her knees and sobbed. Charlie didn’t love her.
Chapter One
Present day – McKenna Downs, South Dakota
Driving through the Great Plains in a rental car was a whole new experience for Kendall. She was used to San Francisco with its culture, the bay, the fog, and tons of people.
This was South Dakota, though. The prairie had its own beauty to be sure, but it had made her laugh when she learned that the biggest city in this state didn’t come anywhere close to having a million people in it. After arriving at the airport she’d picked up her rental car and headed west.
Her older sister, Melanie, had chosen to settle here in a little town called McKenna Downs...with the five men she was engaged to. Yeah...how was that supposed to work? Men were great and all, but living with five of them? Good grief. Melanie had always been even-tempered, so she should be fine.
Kendall had too many exciting things to think about to be bothered with her sister’s polyandrous insanity at the moment. She was moving to New York City to make something of herself, but first she wanted to pay her sister a surprise visit. Just a few days in the dinky cowpoke town in the middle of the godforsaken wilderness and then she’d be Manhattan-bound.
Glancing at her purse when she heard her cell phone buzzing, she couldn’t help biting her lip with giddiness. Which of her chums was it? She’d been corresponding online with two different men for months. Nothing serious...Well...She considered meeting them in person since they lived somewhere in South Dakota.
Quentin was an alpha male into BDSM. The chemistry they had online was too hot to ignore. She was inexperienced in the ways of BDSM, but she knew enough of it to know that it fascinated her.