Pulling from her mouth, he trailed kisses against her throat, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. God, he made her feel so wild and needy.
“Oh God, Duke, you’re so big and strong, I love the way you feel crushing me with your body. This is crazy.”
He lifted up, taking her comment to heart and taking off some of his weight. He rested on his left elbow and forearm. “Crazy? You got that right, Grace. You drive me crazy. You get under my skin and make me want things and need things I’ve never wanted or felt before.”
He was so damn serious, and before she could respond, he lifted up, undid her shorts, pulled them down her thighs and tossed them onto the rug. He divested her of her tank top and bra then pulled off his clothing so quickly she hadn’t had time to absorb every bit of beauty before her.
“You’re mine, always.” He spread her thighs, aligned his cock with her pussy, and shoved into her. She gripped his shoulders, felt his need, the desperation to consummate their affection, their bond as one. Their gazes locked and he gripped her hands then placed them above her head in a controlling and dominantly sexy fashion that had her creaming and moaning for more.
“Yes!” she said loudly, and he thrust into her. He was relentless in his strokes. Over and over again he somehow moved deeper, penetrating her as she felt like his cock hit her womb and scraped against her inner muscles.
“Oh God, Duke, it’s too much. I’m going to come.”
“Fucking come then. Spread that cream all over my cock, baby. I want every bit of your sweetness.” He lowered his head to her neck and shoulder, grabbed hold of her hips and ass, spread her cheeks, and thrust into her hard and fast. She was moaning and coming and shaking in excitement and overload.
“Duke!” She screamed his name and he thrust two more times before following suit, growling her name against her ear and neck as he exploded inside of her.
Duke kept kissing and licking her neck and ear, he lowered to her breasts then back up to her chin and lips while she continued to try and catch her breath.
“So perfect. Never like this, baby. Never like this.” He licked across her nipple, pulling the tip and making her jump.
“Hey,” she reprimanded. When they locked gazes, she saw a playful side of Duke she would love to bring out in him again and again.
“I could stay inside of you forever,” he whispered.
She was about to respond when his cell phone rang.
“Yeah?” he said into the phone as he slowly pulled out of her.
He grabbed his boxers and pants as he walked toward the doorway trying to listen to the call. Grace started to get dressed as she watched him. He gave a few noncommittal yesses and no’s then closed up the phone. He released a not so quiet sigh then turned to her. The smile on his face was forced.
“Sorry, baby, but I have to get back to work.” He walked over to her, lifted her up so she was standing on the bed, and helped her get her shorts on. When he held her hips and looked down into her eyes, he smiled.
“Stay off the laptop. I’ll have Big Jay set up a secure line and go over your e-mails with you.”
“Go over them with me? I may need some privacy.”
His expression once again was stern and that wall he kept up except when making love to her returned.
“No secrets. We need to be aware of everything and everyone in your life. Anything could become a potential threat.” He kissed her lips then picked her up, placed her feet on the rug and caressed her chin before leaving the room.
Grace stood there after he left and couldn’t help feeling as if she were in prison or perhaps were the one under surveillance and monitoring.
* * * *
Sometime later she recovered from the confrontation with Duke and headed downstairs to take some pictures. She figured doing something she enjoyed would help to stay positive and not get bored.
The men got caught up in some work and had given her a large yellow folder filled with hundreds of pictures of potential suspects. He told her to take her time looking at each one to see if any of them looked familiar. A couple of hours passed and she was unsuccessful. After a while she thought a lot of the pictures looked familiar. It was no use. She had looked at all of them and came up with squat. She washed her hands and face in the bathroom sink and applied some facial lotion. She felt rejuvenated and decided to go downstairs to start dinner.
There was a nice Bose radio in the kitchen and Grace turned it on.
The sounds of doo-wop and the old rock ’n’ roll music echoed through the kitchen and Grace hummed along to the sounds of Jackie Wilson and “Lonely Teardrops.”
Grace opened the maple cabinet to the right of the stove and found some pans to begin cooking. She located the spice cabinet and searched through the various McCormick and Napa Valley spices until she found all the ingredients she needed.
Apparently either the men really did know how to cook or someone cooked for them when they were up here at their cabin. She was surprised by the instant jealous emotion she felt thinking about Duke, Sandman, and Big Jay with another woman or women. God, could they have done this kind of thing before? She sure did jump into bed with them quickly. What would come of this situation? She called it a situation because she couldn’t call it a relationship. It was based on lust, sex, and five days alone in a house in the middle of the woods somewhere. Maybe they weren’t so deserted and alone. Sandman said that Big Jay went into town. Town couldn’t be far. She thought about why he went there. The refrigerator and freezer were well stocked along with the pantry. Could he have gone to see someone he knew? A woman perhaps.
That thought annoyed her a little but she had no right to be. Grace tried to ignore her own thoughts. She dipped the cutlets in egg mixed with Parmesan cheese then into a bowl of seasoned breadcrumbs. She understood this was a difficult situation for all of them. They didn’t really know her and she didn’t really know them. It was merely a week and these were not normal circumstances. Now here they were thrown into living together, fighting a natural and spontaneous chemistry that continued to build between them. Getting emotionally and sexually involved with them during such an extreme and dangerous time could be a huge mistake.
Throw in the entire ménage thing and what the hell was she thinking? A relationship like this one was only something she read about. Sure they existed but still, when she thought of having a potential future with a man, it was just that, with one man not three. In all honesty she had thought she would remain alone forever. So what did it matter? The end result would be her alone. They were men. They could move on. She on the other hand would be mortified, heartbroken, and damaged goods. What other man would want her after she’d slept with three men at once? Oh God, only another set of men who liked the same thing, sharing a woman. She felt like vomiting. She didn’t want other men. She wanted Duke, Sandman, and Big Jay. Her own thoughts angered her. She wanted to ignore her emotions and attraction and simply blame the confusion on the current stress in her life. Any of the events alone could lead someone so rational like herself to react irrationally. But she needed them now, wanted them so badly, and it both excited her and annoyed her. No one got under her skin the way they did.
By the time the last chicken cutlet was lightly fried and placed in the large glass baking dish Grace felt like she needed to put on the brakes and slow things down.
She smiled to herself as a bottle of white wine was presented to her from behind. Once again, one of the men snuck up on her undetected. It scared her, thrilled her, and made her smile up at Big Jay.
“I thought this might be good with the chicken. It smells great.” He placed the bottle down onto the counter. He kissed her cheek and then her neck as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She read the label, “Meridian chardonnay,” until he turned her around.
In a flash he lifted her up, placed her onto the counter, and stepped between her thighs, pressing them open.
He kissed her harder on the mouth as he ran his hands up her shirt to c
up her breasts, Big Jay was very dominant and always in charge. He released her lips.
“I want you. Couldn’t wait to see you, kiss you, and, ah hell.” He pulled her shirt up over her head, and then undid the button on her shorts. She lifted up and he removed her shorts and undergarments then his pants. She was turned on by his aggression and sex appeal as she ran her hands up his shirt and against his pectoral muscles. She pinched both nipples while holding his heated gaze before he lifted his shirt up over his head. A moment later he was pulling her ass and pussy over the edge of the counter.
“You’re glistening already, goddess.”
Even though she was up high, it was the perfect height for Big Jay to align his cock to her pussy and shove in.
She gripped his wrists as he maneuvered his cock through her pussy muscles before reaching as deeply as he could go. He closed his eyes and remained still a moment as if he really had been waiting all day to be inside of her. The thought fed her ego and washed away earlier thoughts of him going to town to see some another woman. There was no way he did that.
He pulled out then shoved back in before he reached down and held her hips in place. He pulled her a little further off the counter then stroked her pussy slowly.
“So fucking tight and wet. I love watching my cock disappearing into your pussy, woman.”
When she glanced up toward him then down where her pussy and his cock met, she felt the cream drip down her ass.
She widened her thighs.
“I want to try something, baby. I want to fuck your ass, just like this,” he said as he pulled out then slowly pushed back into her pussy. He ran a finger down her thighs and below to her puckered hole.
“Fuck, you’re wet. I don’t have any lube, baby. Me and my brothers have never shared a woman before or brought any women up here.”
“Oh God, try it. I want to, please,” she begged. His words meant more to her than he would ever know. This was special. This thing between them was incredible. She wanted to try anal sex. She wanted so much right now it was almost painful.
He pressed a finger to her ass as he pumped his cock into her pussy. As he pushed into her, she moaned louder.
“Do it, Jay. Do it,” she told him. He pulled his cock from her pussy.
“Nice and easy, baby. Fuck, you’ve got me so hard, baby.” She felt the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. She tried to relax but she was so thrilled with trying this and holding on to the connection and emotions she felt right now. He pressed deeper and she felt her inner muscles pulling him, trying to get him in deeper.
“Oh God, it burns,” she said but then reached down to touch her pussy. It felt so swollen and needy.
“Holy fuck, we’re having Grace for appetizer,” Duke said as he walked into the kitchen.
“She needs us both, Duke. Fuck, her ass is so damn tight.”
In a flash Duke was by the counter and his finger pressed into her pussy as he licked and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She thrust upward as she screamed sending Jay into her ass balls deep and lubricating both passages.
“Holy shit,” Duke said.
Grace looked at Big Jay’s intense red face.
“Fuck, she’s too tight. I’m too turned on. Fuck.” He pulled out, pushed back in then exploded inside of her ass.
“Fuck, baby!” he yelled as Duke pulled his fingers from her pussy while Big Jay pulled Grace into his arms.
She was panting for air but heard Duke behind her.
“I need her. Now.”
Big Jay kissed her nose and then her lips while she embraced his shoulders, and she felt complete and ready for Duke next.
Big Jay turned her toward Duke who looked almost savage as the need in his eyes dominated all the other emotions on his face.
“Bend over that table, Grace. Make it fast.”
She didn’t hesitate even though her legs shook.
She lay over the table and felt his hands on her hips then his cock between her wet folds. In one swift motion Duke pressed his cock to her pussy and shoved in.
She gripped the table, her breasts flat against the wood and moaned in pleasure. “Oh God, Duke, this is wild. Holy crap,” she said and both he and Big Jay chuckled. Duke was relentless with his strokes just the way she needed him to be. She had such a desire inside of her as she pressed back, counterthrusting to his strokes.
“So fucking good, baby. You’re gorgeous and I love this ass,” Duke said, and she felt the palms of his hand move up and down her back and spine then over her ass. He squeezed the cheeks as he spread them, pulled out of her pussy and thrust back in. He kept doing that, making her body cream and erupt with tiny explosions. When she felt his finger against the tight bud she thrust back, wanting it.
Duke pulled out, drew her hips back off the table farther then pressed into her ass slowly. He was so big, too big to fit in such a place and she moaned and tightened.
“Easy, baby. Nice and slow.” He panted and then pressed a finger to her pussy. As Duke applied pressure against her clit, he pushed a little deeper into her ass. She wiggled her hips and felt the flow of cream release again.
“Oh God.” She moaned and he thrust all the way into her ass with his cock while his fingers thrust into her pussy. Both holes were filled and somehow the man maintained a sequence of thrusts with fingers and cock into both holes. Over and over his hips and cock shoved into her. She wiggled and thrust back and down, trying to fill the need swarming around her.
They were both moaning and so in tune to the connection that they lost control together. He thrust and exploded. She followed suit then he hugged her from behind as he kissed along every bit of her skin from shoulders to spine and ended kissing her ass cheeks as he pulled out from her body.
* * * *
Duke pulled Grace into his arms and hugged her to him. Big Jay kissed her shoulders and held her as well. Sandwiched between them Duke realized that the more they shared her together, the more he was committed to making this type of relationship work. He spoke with Big Jay and Sandman this morning while Grace showered. The energy and connection between the four of them was spectacular. He never felt so close to his brothers or to another human being like he did when they were all together with Grace. He didn’t want to lose this connection and bond. And even though it had only been days into this exploration, he was beginning to panic that it could not last. Especially after his conversation with Grace about an upcoming photo shoot in Milan. What if the killer wasn’t caught yet? Did she think they would allow her to leave? She couldn’t. They wouldn’t take the chance in losing her.
Slowly they released her and helped her get dressed as Big Jay looked for a wine bottle opener. Then Sandman came into the kitchen. He didn’t look happy, but immediately put on a happy face for Grace. Duke felt his gut clench. His instincts were never wrong.
* * * *
Big Jay located a solid silver wine bottle opener from the small fancy wooden box that sat on the counter.
He poured them each a glass of white wine then leaned across the counter to take a piece of sliced mozzarella cheese.
Big Jay watched her as she cut and diced, sautéed and located everything she needed in their kitchen. He admired her ability to adapt quickly and focus all of her attention on the task at hand. She seemed to be enjoying herself a little and he smiled hoping it was because she felt safe with him and his brothers. The way she awoke in such a fragile and frightened state last night had done a number on his insides.
She covered the chicken with the concoction she created in the frying pan then added a jar of gourmet baby peas. As she closed the oven door, she turned to look at him and Duke who were both staring.
“You’re going to love this,” she said as she began preparing a bag of chicken-flavored rice. Then she started slicing mozzarella again and handed a piece to Big Jay and then Duke.
Duke took a piece of mozzarella and fed it to Grace.
“Do all of you know how to cook or do you have someone that cooks for y
ou?” she asked them. Was she trying not to sound like she was being nosy or asking straight out if they were involved with someone?
Big Jay smiled then took her hand and brought her knuckles up to his lips to kiss them. He looked down into her eyes.
“Why don’t you just ask us directly if we’re involved with someone? You’ve been pretty direct so far, Grace,” he challenged as he released her hand then reached to the counter to take a sip of his wine. She was silent as she did the same.
“I assumed that the three of you must be very popular with the ladies. Perhaps one of them comes over from time to time and cooks for y’all when you’re here.” She shyly looked away, placed her glass onto the counter and began to wipe down the counter with a dishtowel.
Big Jay put down his wine glass and took Grace’s hand from the towel. He put it up to his lips and kissed the top of her fingertips. Then he reached around her waist and pulled her toward him. She felt so petite and delicate in his arms, yet her curves were obvious and his body reacted.
Looking into her eyes, he smiled softly. “We’re not involved with anyone, Grace, and we all enjoy cooking. It’s actually one of my hobbies, but I like the fact that you were a little jealous,” he teased her then clutched her waist firmer, causing her breasts to collide with his belly.
“Who said I was jealous? I have no right to be.” She looked up into his eyes.
“I make you nervous, don’t I?” Big Jay asked her.
“No you don’t,” she said, voice quivering as she stared up into his eyes. He placed his finger gently against her lips to stop her from trying to deny it.
He took a moment to look at her closely. She was shy and gorgeous. She had perfect skin, perfect white teeth, and an infectious smile.
“You’re so stunning, so young and sexy.” His hand brushed against her cheek then to the back of her head, which he cradled in his hand.
Big Jay sensed Duke moving behind Grace and placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re the only one, Grace. We’ve never brought a woman here,” Duke stated. Her eyes widened as if she were unsure if Duke were lying or not. “The three of us have never shared a woman before either,” Big Jay told her then leaned down and kissed her lips. He had been with other women, none as young as Grace and none more compelling. Grace was strong, independent, and acted as though she needed no one to help her.
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