Tasha nodded her head. “All right. You didn’t say anything about a handgun or a knife, so I’ll just have a look at what I can find around…”
“No!” The combined shout of six very riled-up men near to shook the foundations of the house.
Clay took two steps toward her and clamped his hands on her arms. He hauled her up so that they were practically nose to nose. “You behave or I’ll ask Adam to lock you up. After I spank your ass.”
Tasha very nearly teased him about being heavy-handed. But she got a glimpse of real fear in his eyes. Reminding herself that he was a man still dealing with the sudden death of a woman he’d loved, she tempered her response.
“I promise I’ll behave, Clay.” And while she wouldn’t have chosen this method to test his feelings for her, it was clear to her that, by his reaction, he revealed that he did, indeed, care about her more than just a little bit.
That was something that was very good to know.
* * * *
The talk with Shaun had gone better than expected. He’d taken his son into his confidence, letting him know that he considered him mature enough to share in confidential knowledge. He’d let him read the e-mails, and told him why it was important that he and his siblings go to stay, temporarily, with Gord.
Apparently, the younger generation had no trouble wrapping their heads around the fact that there could be such crazy people in the world.
Clay was actually a little sad about that. Whatever happened to the innocence of childhood?
They all piled into his vehicle to head over to Gord’s house first. Although the children had been there before, this trip was different.
Once upstairs, Gord gave the oldest first choice of bedroom. Shaun let his gaze drift over toward the master suite. Clay laughed, shook his head, and said, “No, not that one.”
Shaun grinned, a very boyish grin which warmed Clay’s heart. He cherished this glimpse of the boy his son used to be.
Then the boy in question shrugged and smiled. “Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he said. Shaun looked in the three vacant bedrooms and chose one for himself—the one at the end of the hall. Clay braced for a fight between Mark and Bonnie over the other two rooms, but that didn’t happen. They each, simultaneously, chose the room they wanted, and just like that, they were all piling back into Clay’s Jeep, on their way to the warehouse.
Clay had been here once, when they’d first come to town. He had hired a moving company to transport most of their furniture and possessions from Toronto to Texas. But the house they’d chosen in Lusty was a bit larger than the one they’d left, and they’d needed some furniture for the family room.
Second visit, but the building still boggled his mind.
“Good Lord, look at this place!” Tasha’s wide-eyed stare as she tried to take it all in made him smile.
“It’s something, all right,” Gord said. “We donate a lot of things to Habitat for Humanity and other charities, but we recycle amongst the families, too.”
“I’ll say,” Tasha just shook her head. Gord led the way to the bedroom area. Bonnie was drawn to a white and gold set that was actually assembled, and standing against the wall. Gord followed her over to it.
“Look, Uncle Gord! It’s a princess bed!”
“It sure is,” Gord agreed. “And you’re a princess. Seems like a perfect match to me.”
“Really? I can pick this one?”
“Really. If that’s the one you want, that’s the one we’ll get.”
It didn’t take the boys long to choose, either. Clay had assumed that they’d just pick out beds and dressers for the kids’ rooms at Gord’s. But before he knew it, Gord led his kids around and they got televisions, too.
“Next weekend we’ll head to one of the malls in Waco and pick out some game systems for each of you,” Gord said.
Clay understood what Gord was doing, and he couldn’t fault the man. When they’d discussed courting Tasha, they’d covered all the bases—or at least tried to. One of the things they decided was that if things worked out for the three of them, then the logical thing to do would be for all of them to move into Gord’s house. It was larger, with room for expansion if they needed to, and plenty of space for kids to run and play.
Clay really felt at home there, as much as he did at the house they were living in, in town.
The sound of laughter drew his attention. Mark and Tasha were hip butting each other. He’d be hard pressed to say for certain which of them was having the most fun. Looking on, Shaun smiled, and Bonnie clapped her hands and bounced on her feet—something she did to show her happiness.
When he and Gord had first discussed Tasha, he’d almost been afraid to let himself hope that she would truly be interested in taking on the two of them, let alone in becoming a part of a larger family that included his children.
Over the last few days, he happily told himself that his main concerns had been met, because she and his children had hit it off. Shaun’s reaction the day before had more to do, Clay knew, with his own conflicting emotions. He liked Tasha, and felt guilty for liking her because he wasn’t ready to have his mother replaced by another woman.
Hopefully the talk he’d had with Shaun last night had eased his son’s concerns. As Clay had made Sunday brunch for and with his kids that very morning, he’d felt secure in the knowledge that his plan—securing their well-being and settling them all in a good, happy home, was on track.
But as he’d sat and listened to Adam and Jake, and Mel and Connor talk about the possibility of danger from his stalker, as he’d come to the realization that Tasha could very well be in danger, his heart had filled with terror, and he realized something quite astonishing.
He cared for Tasha Garwood a lot more than he’d thought he did—a lot more than he’d planned to. And he was genuinely afraid something bad might happen to her.
I lost my first wife. I sure as hell don’t want to lose my second.
The shock of that thought, unbidden and unexpected reverberated through him.
“Clay? Is everything all right?” Tasha had stepped up to him, and he hadn’t even noticed her approach.
He looked into her eyes, and felt the last of the ice encasing his heart begin to melt away. He cupped her cheek with his right hand, leaned down, and placed a kiss on her soft lips. “Yes, sweetheart. Everything is fine.”
“Oh, gross,” Mark said. He made a gagging sound, probably just in case Clay didn’t get the message in those two words.
Bonnie put her hands on her hips and skewered Gord with a stern look. “Well, Uncle Gord? Aren’t you going to kiss Tasha, too?”
Clay almost wasn’t certain he’d heard what he thought he had from his sweet little girl. Then Gord chuckled, said, “Yes, ma’am,” and came over a placed a kiss on Tasha’s lips, the same kind of kiss Clay had just given her.
“Get a room, you guys.” Shaun’s words as he walked past startled a laugh out of Clay.
Gord laughed, too, and slung his arm around Shaun’s shoulders. “Come on, my man, let’s see who’s around today to give us a hand with all this stuff we just picked out.”
Clay looked down at his daughter, who was beaming, and then met Tasha’s gaze. He knew he’d pleased her with that kiss he gave her in front of his children. She was looking at him as if he’d done something remarkable.
And maybe, when it came right down to it, he had.
Chapter 17
Tasha sighed in contentment and leaned back against Gord.
Soft music played on the sound system, and even though it wasn’t really very chilly, a small fire burned in the fireplace. They’d all come back here to unload furniture and set up the bedrooms. It had been decided that the children would sleep over for a few days starting that very night, to make sure the beds were comfortable enough for them. Tasha knew Clay wanted his children ensconced here, and safely out of the way before that crazy bitch—whoever she was—could possibly make it to Lusty.
So while Gord and Tasha had made Sunday d
inner for six, Clay had taken the kids home to pack up a few necessary things.
They’d eaten and played a raucous game of Monopoly. At nine, the children had been sent upstairs for showers, pajamas, and bed. Clay had tucked each one in, and promised to stay at least until they were well asleep.
“It sounds quiet up there,” Gord said.
“Just so you know, we should probably check on them. Quiet, on the part of children, is not always necessarily a blessed thing.”
Tasha figured Clay knew what he was talking about.
Then he said, “I vote we go up, check on them, and then test out the soundproofing of the master bedroom.”
Behind her, she felt Gord’s cock harden. In front of her, Clay’s trousers revealed a very impressive ridge.
“Clay, one of the things I’ve always admired about you was the way you continually come up with such fantastic ideas.”
Tasha’s smile widened. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, too.”
They peeked into each child’s bedroom together. All three of them were fast asleep. “They must have felt as if they needed to be on their best behavior,” Clay said. “Often there are books, tablets, and toys scattered all over the bed.”
“My dad checked on me, every night,” Gord said. “I never told him I knew. But it was a comfort to me.”
They continued on, around the staircase railing that ringed the stairs, to the master suite on the opposite side of the house.
“I could stay the night,” Clay said. “I’ll get up early so I can go home and change, and then come back for breakfast.”
Since both men turned their gazes on Tasha, she nodded. “Yes, please. I’d love to spend the night between the two of you.”
Feeling invigorated from the day, and from the easy affection Clay had shown earlier, Tasha decided it was her turn to lavish a little attention on the men.
Once naked and in the shower with them, she lathered her hands, and then used one on each of her lovers. She washed their chests and around their necks with long, loving caresses. Steam filled the shower enclosure as water continued to rain down lightly. Oh, the sensation of their hard muscles under her hands sent a lovely tickle of delight through her. In the heated atmosphere, their masculine scents filled the air and she inhaled deeply. Her arousal twitched and began to stir, and her pussy pulsed and creamed, preparing to receive cock.
Both men reached out for her. “Not yet, gentlemen. Keep your hands to yourself for a little bit longer, please.”
“I love a woman who takes control every now and then,” Gord said. Then he sucked in a breath when Tasha moved her hand down and fisted his cock. Of course, being an equal-opportunity kind of gal, she fisted Clay’s, too.
Sleek and silky and hot, their cocks aroused her, entranced her, and she couldn’t get enough of touching them and loving on them. Her gaze darted left and right as she treated them to a very intense massage. At one point, she thought Gord’s eyes nearly crossed. She stepped aside, and the water that had been falling on her shoulder fell instead on Clay’s chest and ran down in rivulets over his cock, rinsing the soap off.
Tasha raised her hand just long enough for the lather still covering it to wash away. Then she fisted him again. She faced him, but looked over her shoulder at Gord. “You may now touch.” Releasing his cock, she put her attention back on Clay, bent over, and sucked his dick into her mouth.
“God, yes.” Clay clamped his hands on her head at the same instant Gord bracketed her hips. Tasha pushed her ass against Gord, loving the sensation of his hot cock on her flesh. She shivered, and set to work with lips and tongue, trying to see what kind of sounds she could coax out of Clay’s throat. Using tiny little sucks, she drew on him as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Her left hand pumped his cock, and her right one squeezed his balls, tiny little squeezes in perfect sync with her suction.
“Good God almighty, baby, you have got a great mouth.”
“She’s got a great ass, too. And I want it.”
Tasha felt her cunt gush as Gord’s impassioned words reached deep into her. She released Clay’s cock and looked over her shoulder at him. “Take it.”
His cock was pressed against the crack of her ass and she felt the surge of arousal her words gave him. He pushed his cock more tightly against her flesh. “Do you mean that, Tasha?”
“Mmhmm.” She turned back to Clay, winked at him, and resumed sucking his cock.
“I’ll be careful with you, darlin’. Let me prepare you, first. Remember, you can stop me at any time with just one word.”
The only way I’ll stop you is if you try to stop. Tasha hadn’t known she would enjoy the experience of having a man’s cock in her mouth, but she loved tasting both Clay and Gord. She loved their flavor, and the sensation of her mouth holding their flesh within.
She was betting that she’d love having their cocks in her ass, too. She would probably enjoy anything they wanted to do to and with her.
Tasha kept her focus on sucking Clay’s cock, on giving him as much pleasure as she could. The groans and moans, the grunts and hisses he made told her she was doing a good job. The tiny little drops of pre-cum he sent her made a damn fine reward.
He tasted salty and savory, and she wanted more of his juice.
Gord moved his hands on her, stroking her pussy and running his fingers over her tiny rosebud until she hummed with pleasure.
“Damn, it feels a whole new kind of good when you do that.” Clay flexed his fingers in her hair and she purred again.
“Cold.”
Gord’s word didn’t make sense until she nearly jumped when he stroked her anus again, this time with cold lube coating his fingers.
Gord chuckled. “I could feel your pussy clench just then. Let me check.” He now had one hand playing with her anus and the other dipping into her cunt. “Mmm, nice and creamy.” His fingers left her pussy and then she heard another, very familiar sound. “And tasty.”
“Suck, woman.”
Tasha had been so enthralled with Gord’s actions she’d stopped pleasuring Clay. Determined to make up for her inattentiveness, she sucked harder, using her tongue to stroke his cock even more lavishly. In her hand, his balls responded by hardening and heating.
Tasha shivered as Gord’s fingers left her only to return a heartbeat later with more lube. Then as he stroked up and down over her rosebud, he pressed, and, using one finger, began to penetrate her.
“Mmm!” He’d done this much before, and she recalled the thrill then. Burning, stretching, and not quite comfortable, the sensation somehow added to her arousal. Her nipples hardened and her clit came to life, and Tasha marveled that there were all these connections inside her between her various woman parts.
“You’re so tight, darlin’.” Gord sounded like a man who’d discovered treasure. His finger slid into her and she sucked Clay’s cock even harder.
“I’m close, baby. Make me come. Drink me.”
Gord moved his finger in and out of her ass, in and out and around in a circle. She understood he was stretching her. She reacted to the spike in her arousal by obeying Clay. Hot, needing his jism just as much as he needed to give it to her, she sucked and cupped and squeezed. His balls tightened, his cock hardened, and he cried out, signaling his release.
Clay’s cock twitched in her mouth and she began to move her hips, taking more of Gord’s finger in her ass. She hovered on the cusp of orgasm as Clay began to come. She swallowed stream after stream of his hot cum, her throat working to swallow while her body cried out for the same ecstasy.
Clay eased his cock out of her mouth and Tasha whimpered. “Please, oh, please.”
“One more.” Gord’s words didn’t make sense until she felt more lube drizzle down over her anus, and the return of the burning pressure. One more meant one more finger. Still bent over at the waist, she wrapped her arms around Clay’s legs and hung on. She needed to come so badly, but her orgasm remained just out of reach.
“Up, darlin’.”
Gord wrapped an arm around her waist, Clay put his hands on her shoulders to help her, and she straightened. Standing with her head back on Gord’s shoulder, with his fingers still in her ass, she didn’t even notice Clay hunker down—until he put his mouth on her pussy.
Clay gave her one long lick and Gord fucked his fingers in and out of her ass, never quite withdrawing.
“Come for us.” The words vibrated against her wet folds. She opened her mouth to tell Clay she was trying to come and screamed instead when he sucked her clit into his mouth and her climax exploded.
They held her safe as spasm after spasm shook her. Different from every other blast of bliss, this orgasm seemed to come from all over. Fierce, fantastic, Tasha’s scream turned to cries as the pleasure held her in a viselike grip, wringing every bit of excitement and every drop of cum from her body.
Finally, limp and sated, she collapsed. Her men held her, coddled her, and wrapped her in a towel. Tasha thought she might have actually passed out for a few moments, because she didn’t know how she was suddenly in the bedroom. Held on Gord’s lap, she wallowed in the pampering as her men worked together with towels and gentle touches and dried her.
“Are you too tired for more?”
Tasha turned her head to meet Gord’s gaze. Reaching up, she stroked the side of his face. The feel of the slight stubble against her flesh aroused her. “No, I’m not too tired. I want you. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to feel you come inside me…” her voice trailed off. Should she, or shouldn’t she?
Gord tilted his head to one side. Yes, she should. “I think it would be better—for you—if you used a condom.”
Understanding turned his expression of curiosity to one of tenderness. “I know I told you I put energy bars in the bedside table—but there are condoms there, too. Condoms and lube.”
Tasha sighed and wound her arms around his neck. “Good.”
“Now, let’s see what we can do to get your fires lit again.”
Gord stood with her in his arms and laid her on the bed. He kissed her, and Tasha reveled in the taste of him, in the glide of his lips and the slide of his tongue as he tasted her in turn. He cupped her breast, and used his fingers to tweak and pull her nipple.
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