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by Delilah Devlin


  Eli caught one straining tip and drew hard, loving the way her hips jerked against him and her legs wound tighter.

  Held between them both, Angelina’s dark eyes grew glazed and her full mouth formed a pretty pout. As crazy as she made him, he knew there was so much more they could give her. He straightened and waited until her eyes focused.

  “Baby, if we move to the bank, we can both pleasure you.”

  She shook her head. “Someone might see.”

  “No one will see.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “But I do. Brand is at the top of the hill. He’s watching out for you.”

  Her gaze widened. Her body stiffened. She wriggled against his embrace and let go of Nate’s shoulders.

  Nate backed away, and then Eli eased her feet to the bottom of the pond.

  She stood shivering, her arms crossed over her chest.

  Eli hated seeing the tears well in her eyes. “He’s watching to make sure we’re not disturbed,” he said.

  “Why would he do that?” she asked, her voice raw.

  Eli’s mouth tightened. “You know why. We’ve talked among us, Angel. Brand told you to trust us. We’re willing to share you, if you’ll take us all.”

  Her eyes closed, hiding their expressions. “Is he watching us now?”

  Eli glanced up the steep hill. “No. He’s giving us privacy.”

  “You all talked. Decided…”

  “Yes. Before you returned. For months now. We’ve been tryin’ to figure this out.”

  “Do I even get a say?”

  She opened her eyes, and his stomach sank at the wild anger he saw as she glared at him, then at Nate.

  Nate’s gaze dropped.

  Eli raked a hand through his hair. “We all love you. Each one of us was willing to fight for you. Hell, Brand and Nate have already traded blows.”

  Her gaze went to Nate, whose hands were fisted on his bare hips.

  “Does my mother know?”

  “She…kinda reminded us…that things are changin’. There are families formin’ all around Two Mule, like ours. Men findin’ the one woman they can make their own. It’s not…”

  “Sinful?” she blurted. “Seriously?”

  “You just had my dick sliding up between your ass cheeks, and Eli’s cock rubbin’ your pussy,” Nate said, his eyebrows lowering. “I don’t think you were wonderin’ what Jesus would think.”

  “Nate!” Eli gave him a hard glare and turned back to Angelina, whose arms were hugging her body tightly. “Just listen. Please.”

  She shook her head, her whole body shaking. “I can’t believe I’ve listened this long. That you’re all willing. That Brand is in on this too.”

  Eli tightened his jaw. “It’s the only way to hold this family together.”

  “It’s one sure way to destroy it.”

  “You’re wrong,” came a deep, rumbling growl.

  Eli cursed under his breath as he watched the color drain from Angelina’s face.

  Angelina heard Eli curse and added her own silent litany. Brand wasn’t just acting as lookout. He was right behind her. And she was naked with his brothers, who were both sporting hard-ons.

  Could things get any worse? Were they all crazy?

  Anger flushed through her, and she straightened as she slowly turned. He might as well see exactly how aroused she was. Now he’d know for certain she didn’t belong here. Everything about this little scene was wrong. Would he admit it now?

  When she faced him and raised her gaze to meet his, his expression was tense, yes, but she saw no anger. Had she disappointed him again? “I’m sorry, Brand.”

  “You haven’t been listenin’, Angel. Not to any of us. We’ve all tried to tell you.”

  “That you’re going to share me? That all I have to do is trust you?” She raised her arms at her sides. “And after you have? What then? Have you really thought this through? Can you all share my bed? It’ll be damn crowded. And what if I get pregnant? Whose name will I list on the birth certificate? It’s gonna get complicated. Ugly. And then there will be no coming back.”

  “Angelina.” His voice was firm, hard—every bit as much as his rugged stance. “Have I ever lied to you?”

  She swallowed and slowly shook her head.

  “Then listen to me now. We can make this work. The rest is details. You’ll marry one of us. That has to happen. But we won’t ever make you choose. We’ll decide among ourselves.”

  She snorted. “What are you gonna do? Draw straws?”

  “We thought about flippin’ a coin,” Nate murmured.

  She didn’t dare look back to see if he was smiling. She might have to smack it off his face. “You think you have this all figured out. But I know you. Eli and Nate, they might be able to handle this, but you, Brand. You’re…” Her mouth quivered, and she bit her bottom lip to stop it. “You’re a good man. I can’t see you being a part of anything this…sinful.”

  “It’s not sinnin’ if you love us.”

  She noted the stubborn tilt of his square jaw but wasn’t reassured. “You say that now.”

  “I’ve made up my mind. Took a long time to get to this point. I won’t be changin’ it.”

  Angelina read the determination in his direct gaze and straight posture. Her nipples prickled. An unwanted reminder she was naked and aroused and the three men she wanted most were right here. Willing, if she was. “You can stand there and watch your brothers take me?”

  “I have before,” he said, his tone even.

  She pushed her hair back, aware his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Don’t you think you should test that out? See if it’s so easy before you commit?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Go right ahead.” He walked to a boulder and sat, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Forget I’m here.”

  If she didn’t know him better, she would have thought he was laughing at her.

  She glanced over her shoulder at Nate and Eli. Nate’s expression was stony, but there was a glint of humor in his eyes. Eli’s was more transparent. He still wanted her. Bad.

  Shivering despite the heat, she lifted her chin. “You said you’d both pleasure me if we moved to the bank.”

  “You wanna do it right under his nose?” Nate asked, an impish smile stretching his mouth.

  She gave him a dirty glare.

  “Just shut up, bro,” Eli said, wading closer to her. He reached for her hand and then drew her along as he strode out of the water.

  Her gaze was drawn to his cock. It was long and thick. And Lord, she wanted to feel it. Her breath hitched. She nearly stumbled because she couldn’t look away, but he caught her and held her steady.

  “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered.

  “I want to believe you,” she whispered back.

  “Let us show you. We can talk later.”

  She glanced over at Brand, who sat as still as a stone, and she hoped with all her heart that what they said was true—that they’d come to this agreement. That they could make this work. And suddenly, she needed it to work.

  More than the pleasure she knew they could give her, she needed their love. Her princes. She’d always thought of them that way. But she still didn’t know what role she fulfilled for them. Could they all see her as a wife…as a mother? Or was she simply…convenient? In time, would they think less of her?

  Eli held her still, moved in front of her and knelt. “Hook your knee over my shoulder.”

  Nate’s hands gripped her waist to steady her, and she slowly did as Eli commanded. Now she was opened.

  His gaze focused on her pussy. “It’s pretty, Angel. I like this…frill,” he said, fingering the edges of her inner lips. “Makes me hungry.”

  When he leaned closer, she sucked in a quick breath, bracing for the moment…
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  His tongue feathered the tender edges. Then he drew them between his lips and sucked.

  Her head fell back against Nate’s shoulder.

  “That’s it,” Nate murmured beside her ear. “Let him eat you out, baby girl. It’s gonna feel so good.”

  “You say the dirtiest things,” she said, hissing the last word when Eli tongued her clit.

  “It’s my gift,” he said, rubbing his whiskers against her cheek and lifting her breasts in both hands. “They’re bigger than I remember.” He thumbed the tips. “I’d like to get something to clamp around the tips. Would you like that?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, rolling her head on his shoulder because Eli was sucking her little knot. “It’s too much.”

  “Not nearly, I promise,” Nate whispered. And then he tweaked her nipples, rolling the tips between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them a pinch that made her jerk. “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Eli slid two fingers inside her, and moisture flooded her channel, wetting them. She tried not to make too much noise, to keep from going wild, but then she glanced across at Brand, whose hard gaze darkened and sliced through the sensual fog she fought.

  He was watching so intently, sitting so still, barely breathing, and she knew he wanted to wade in and toss the other two away. That if he had his way, he’d be all over her, and for her, knowing his desire was there, and that he had to hold himself back set her free.

  She moaned loudly and reached behind her to pull Nate’s hair while she pushed her pussy hard against Eli’s mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it,” Nate whispered in her ear. “Fly for Eli. He’s dyin’ to taste your honey.”

  She gave a short, tortured laugh. “You talk too much.”

  “I know. But you like it, don’t you, girl?” He stopped pinching her nipples and gave both her breasts a slap.

  Angelina gasped from surprise. The claps didn’t sting, but they did make her breasts harder. She rolled her head on his shoulder and tilted back her face so that she could see his.

  He bent toward her and stuck out his tongue.

  An invitation she took with a smile as she lapped at his tongue, knowing Brand could see everything.

  More moisture flooded her passage.

  Eli groaned and licked it up, then latched on to her swollen clit as he plunged another finger inside her.

  With her pussy full and her clit throbbing, she was nearing the edge. She sucked Nate’s tongue into her mouth and waited for him to close the distance. Their kiss was wet and hot, and she pulled harder on his hair because she was close…so close.

  And then Eli scraped her clit with his teeth, and she screamed. Her body jerked and her knee wobbled. Eli held her ass and kept her anchored there as he fucked her with his long fingers. Her orgasm swept over her body and left her limp.

  Nate drew back and kissed her cheek. “Told you you’d like coming between us.”

  Brand held his body so rigid his stomach ached. He’d never seen anything like it. He wasn’t a man who enjoyed watching porn and had never engaged in a threesome, but watching Angel being pleasured by his brothers was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

  And they had pleasured her. His ears still rang with her cries. Her face and body were lax now. And her brothers were slowly disengaging, holding her hips and setting her on her feet. Only when she reached up and placed hands on both their chests to hold them off did they give her room.

  Her gaze didn’t connect with any of them. Her face, which had been tinted a pretty rose before, was ashen. Reality was creeping in.

  Brand caught his brothers’ gazes and tilted his head toward the path leading away from the pond.

  They quickly gathered their clothing and walked away, Nate cursing about the gravel digging into his tender soles. But Brand didn’t care. Angelina needed him. “Come here,” he said, holding out his hand.

  She glanced at his hand, and then her gaze slid to the pond. Her arms came up to cross over her chest. Like she could hide her body from him. Or her devastation.

  “Come.”

  She straightened her shoulders, dropped her arms and slowly made her way toward him.

  When she was near enough, he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. He leaned back and then gripped her waist. Although she tensed, she allowed him to pull her over his lap, her legs spread so that her pussy rode the placket of his blue jeans.

  Only now that he had her here, he didn’t know exactly how to soothe her fears. Words froze in his throat. Tension gripped him too hard. So rather than words, he pulled her closer and cupped the back of her head, fisting his hand on her hair.

  His kiss was brutal. He knew it.

  But she didn’t seem to mind.

  Their mouths ground and circled, and before too long, her tight little nipples were scraping his shirt, and she was moving on him, rubbing her open pussy atop his clothed cock.

  “That make it better?” he whispered.

  “Please,” she said, her voice edged with a sob.

  She eased up and he took care of opening his belt, button and zipper and pushed his jeans down just far enough to free his cock.

  Angelina gripped his shoulders and waited as he centered the tip of his cock between her folds, and then she slid, circling to screw downward.

  Her channel was hot and slick and already pulsing around him. And he was quickly losing his mind because he was inside her. At last. Her hot body pressed so close, but not close enough.

  She must have felt the same way, because she unbuttoned his shirt, spread open the sides and moaned as she slid her breasts against his naked chest.

  Brand glided his hands down her back and cupped her sweet, round bottom and began lifting and lowering her, taking charge of how deep she sank, until she leaned toward him and bit his earlobe.

  “Deeper, Brand,” she whispered. “I need you all the way inside me.”

  Brand held her against him, lurched upward and turned to lie her on the rock. Then he began moving the way he had to, the way she craved, giving her deep, lunging thrusts that gusted her breaths.

  She widened her legs, her toes pointing, and scratched her fingernails across his chest.

  He wished he had a bed, wished his clothes were gone, because more than anything, he wanted to flip her and take her from behind, because then he’d give her goddamn deep. Instead, he cupped her ass and lifted it, holding her lower body still as he powered into her.

  She took everything, every slamming stroke, drawing her knees toward her chest and cupping her own breasts now as her eyelids fluttered downward and her mouth formed a pretty O.

  He felt the faint ripples inside her slick, hot channel and shortened his strokes, taking care to end each thrust with a rub against her clit. Her head thrashed, her nose scrunched and then she arched hard. “Brand!”

  Her orgasm forced his right along, and he gave a muffled shout as the pressure in his balls exploded and come shot deep into her body. He continued rocking against her until the pulses waned and he could catch his breath.

  Then he leaned down, pushed away the hair sticking to her face and kissed her.

  Chapter Six

  The ride back to the ranch passed in a lovely haze.

  Angelina felt relaxed, only that wasn’t nearly a strong enough word. She was replete. Happy. Unable to think about her worries. She had more immediate things on her mind, like how firm Brand’s belly was as she felt him up. How hard his back was. Her nipples appreciated pressing against all that muscle.

  When they neared the house, she noted sounds coming through the open kitchen windows and knew the younger brothers were already there, probably making a mess as they tried to put something together for them to eat.

  Brand raised an arm and waved over a ranch hand who’d been mending the corral fence.

 
He swung his leg high over the saddle horn, slid to the ground and turned and reached up for her. She let him take her weight.

  “Would have been easier letting me dismount first,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his chest. She drew a deep breath. She’d always loved the way he smelled. Earthy, horsey. With that hint of sage…

  His arms were looped loosely around her lower back, and he bent to kiss her temple. “I suppose we could stand here all night.”

  “You wouldn’t mind?” she said, hiding a smile.

  “I have everything I need right here,” he whispered.

  She didn’t need him to say the words to know she was loved. She felt them.

  The ranch hand cleared his throat, and Angelina’s cheeks burned as Brand handed him the reins of his horse.

  Then together, her hand enclosed inside his, they climbed the steps. The AC hit her when she entered the living room, making her shiver.

  Inside the kitchen, Eli and Nate stood beside the table.

  “We opened the windows so we’d know when you arrived,” Nate said, sweeping a hand toward her chair, which he’d pulled out.

  Feeling like a queen, she glanced at the table. They’d sliced the roast beef she’d left in the slow cooker overnight, added thick slabs of cheddar and made sandwiches. Iced tea was poured. She let go of Brand’s hand and settled in her chair, aware of all the gazes trained on her as she sat. “It looks nice, guys. Thanks so much. I’m starving.”

  “We all worked up an appetite,” Nate said.

  Eli swatted his upper arm. “You don’t have to embarrass her.”

  Nate laughed. “You’re not embarrassed, are you, Angel?”

  Her cheeks had to be beet red, but she shook her head and smiled. She was equal parts embarrassed and pleased. They were all making an effort to get along and make sure she was taken care of.

  “Why don’t we eat?” Brand said, his voice a low growl.

  She shot him a look, worried about his reaction to Nate’s tactless remark.

  He winked at her.

 

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