by Lara Jones
After a long moment, he stood with her in his arms. “Grant, take her so I can go clean up,” Grant said, holding her up to his brother. When he came back from the bathroom, Grant had her bent over the bed, her head down on the mattress and her ass up and open for them. Jake knew she wasn’t ready for their cocks but that didn’t mean they couldn’t play a little while they fucked her.
He smiled when he heard her panting. “Please, Grant, do something, anything, please.”
“I say give her more.” Jake handed the tube of lubricant to Grant.
Grant slid his cock smoothly and steadily into her pussy until he was as deep as he could go and then stilled. He rested a hand on her back as he worked two broad, hard fingers into her ass. They both moaned harshly as their blood pumped feverishly through their veins.
He started to move. He kept up a rhythm that soon pushed their arousal higher. If his fingers were deep inside her ass, his cock was pulled mostly out, keeping only the head inside her. When he pushed into her, his fingers slid out until just the tips were inside her, mimicking the way it would feel when they had both their cocks inside her at the same time. Their moans mixed together, running on and on.
His thrusts soon grew intense making him thrust deep and hard, pushing her toward another orgasm.
Jake lay beside her. “Look at me,” he ordered. When she turned her head, he smoothed the hair off her face so he could see how she was taking the double penetration. He smiled at the look of awe and lust on her face. “It seems our baby loves having her pussy and ass filled at the same time, Grant.”
“Yeah,” Grant panted, working his cock harder into her. “That’s good to know since were going to be spending a lot of time in both places.”
They both smiled in satisfaction when a groan was ripped from her throat and then Grant growled when she tightened on both his dick and his fingers.
“Hurry up, Grant. I’m anxious to get my cock into her pussy and my fingers back in her tight ass.” He held her steady with a hand fisted in her hair when she tried to thrust back. “Oh no you don’t, baby. You’re not in charge. Your body is ours now, to pleasure, to do what we want, whenever we want.” He chuckled. “And I doubt you’ll complain too much.”
She screamed when a hand slid beneath her and fingers circled and squeezed her clit, overwhelming her into losing what control she tried so hard to keep. She screamed again when Grant slammed inside her once, twice, pushing her over the edge, a groan ripping from his throat.
She was slumped on her stomach, her hands curled into fists by her head, coming down slowly from the orgasm, breathing harshly trying to catch her breath. She wondered if she would ever get used to this overpowering feeling that always overtook her body when they touched her.
Grant bent forward and placed a kiss between her shoulder blades. He pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
She was relaxing into the mattress, drifting off when she felt strong hands grasp her hips, pulling her back and up. She groaned when she felt a steel-hard cock thrust in until he bumped her cervix.
Jake stilled until he felt her pussy relax and then started driving into her, pulling out until just his head was in her and then slamming back inside. He reached under her to pull and twist a nipple, adding to the sensations running through her.
His strokes gained speed and force. When his balls started pulling up, and tingles raced up and down his spine, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Gripping her hip with one hand to hold her steady, the other hand pressed against her ass, spreading her. “Grant, drip some lube into her crack. I need to feel her ass grip my finger while she’s coming.”
Sara flinched when she felt something cold slide down her ass crack. Her body tensed when she felt fingers rub and press against her sensitive hole, gaining entrance. God, he felt huge. The space he was taking up with his cock was making her ass tighter. The pressure and her fear grew steadily. “Oh God, Jake. What are you doing to me? It burns so much, I don’t think I can take anymore.”
Jake slowed, trying to gain some control, knowing he was overwhelming her. “Baby, I’ve only got three fingers in you. This is nothing compared to having one of our cocks in your ass. You can take it, baby. Just relax for me. I’ll make it good for you.”
When she didn’t immediately relax her ass, he smacked her ass several times, gaining her full attention and pushing her arousal higher. “Relax, baby.”
Her body tightened on his cock and fingers. “I can’t, Jake. It’s too much.”
Jake’s gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on her hip to hold her still. “Grant, help her. Distract her until I can get my fingers all the way in her.”
Grant lay down beside her and gripped her head to turn it so he could see her face. He ran his fingers through her long hair, pushing it away from her face and smiled gently at her. “You can do this, honey, I promise. Let me get my fingers on your clit, and we’ll see if we can’t get you more relaxed to take Jake’s fingers.”
“They’re so big. Grannnn…ahhhhh.”
Grant laughed when she yelled as his fingers found her clit, hard and swollen, her moisture dripping down.
“Dammit. Grant, she’s tightening on me, fuck.” Jake’s voice was guttural.
“Here we go, baby, look at me while my brother fucks you. I love the expressions you get on your face when you’re coming.” Grant pressed and pinched her clit, making her squirm and push back on Jake’s cock and fingers.
She screamed. “Oh God, oh God, it hurts, it’s so good. Harder. Harder Jake, please, please, please…”
Jake’s groan burst from him. His fingers were as deep as they could go inside her. “She’s taking everything, Grant. Oh baby, I love you so much. You were made for us.” Jake was ramming his cock deep into her depths at the same time pressing his fingers as deep. He was out of control. His world came down to the three of them. “Grant, hold her tighter. Sara, I need you to come for me, baby. Now,” he yelled, throwing his head back as come shot from his cock into the condom he wore. Sara screamed hoarsely as she orgasmed, tightening on Jake so much he could barely move within her, even as she pushed back against him.
Grant caught her when she fell forward. Jake still deep inside her, came with her.
After a long moment as they tried to catch their breath, Jake rolled them to the side, wanting to stay inside her as long as he could. He pulled his fingers out of her ass but kept his softening cock in her pussy.
Jake was coming down from the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, and he knew they were only going to get better as time went on. He could hear Grant talking softly to Sara. Jake concentrated on getting his breathing back to normal, caressing Sara’s hip and lower belly.
After several minutes, Jake pulled out of her and rolled off the bed to dispose of the condom and wash his hands. He came back with a warm washcloth, spread her legs and started to gently wash away the evidence of their desire. She tried to close her legs and push him away, but he just laughed. How could she be embarrassed after the loving they’d just given her? He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Baby, you better get used to us taking care of you because that’s never going to change.” Jake tossed the cloth aside and slid into bed, curving his body around Sara’s, tucking her tightly against his body. He chuckled when his brother grumbled when he had to move to keep Sara against his chest.
Their breathing evened out, relaxing into each other and the mattress. Sara slid into sleep within minutes of them settling against her. Jake’s deep voice came out of the dark. “There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her, Grant, nothing.”
“I agree. We’ll keep her so happy and busy she won’t have time to think about leaving us. But I don’t really think there’s even a slight possibility of losing her.” He knew he sounded unquestionably certain, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep praying for her.
Chapter 17
A few times a week, Isabel, the woman who cleaned the men’s house, and her four-year-old so
n, Tommy, would come to spend a few hours at the Collins. It worked out very well for all of them. Both children were the same age and liked playing together and the women talked together as they watched over them.
Sara really enjoyed spending time with Isabel. The woman was one of the sweetest people Sara had ever met. After Isabel finished her cleaning, they would sit on the porch swing and drink tea and watch the children play in the yard.
Sara suspected something terrible had happened to her and it was affecting her life now. She was always jumpy and secretive about her past. When she was around men, she became nervous, almost fearful.
Sara thought Isabel had been abused when she noticed old scars on her arms and hands. The marks were white but still had a light pink tinge to them, telling Sara she hadn’t been hurt recently but it wasn’t that long ago either.
Sara’s chest tightened at the thought of that sweet woman abused. The woman was tiny, an inch or two shorter than Sara. Her body was too thin, she couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds. Sara was surprised at how hard she able to work, cleaning the house.
She wished Isabel would confide in her. Sara would do whatever she could to help her, but knew it would take more time to earn her trust. For now, she would be the friend she knew Isabel needed.
She couldn’t help smiling when she thought of Isabel’s son. Tommy was such a precious child, and Callie loved playing with him. He seemed to be as sweet as his mother. The more time the children spent together, the more Tommy came out of his shell, became more outgoing.
They had just left for the day, and Sara shielded her eyes from the sun as she watched them drive down the driveway. Sara always wondered if they would make it home it the dilapidated car Isabel was driving. She couldn’t help worrying about them.
Sara wrapped her arms around her waist. She looked forward to seeing them again soon. She really enjoyed spending time with them and was glad she’d made a friend here.
“You know they’ll take good care of her.”
Sara gasped and spun around. Her hand landed on her chest and the other gripped the porch railing to steady herself. “How long have you been standing there, Grant?”
Grant chuckled, slapping his hat against his leg, dust swirling from it. “Long enough to see you’re worried about her.” He came up the porch steps slowly, never taking his eyes off her.
Sara’s heart picked up and her body instantly tightened as Grant stalked toward her.
A grin crossed Grant’s face when she took a hesitant step back and swallowed nervously. He loved that he could arouse her this quickly and at the same time make her nervous and driving her desire higher. His gaze ran down her body, over her hard nipples pushing against the lacy fabric of the shirt, over the junction of her legs as they pressed together under her skirt.
“Who’s they?” she stammered. They continued to move, Sara taking a step back every time Grant stepped forward. A wash of fluid heat dampened her thighs, readying her to take him inside her.
He pressed her against the rock wall of the house, dropping his hat on the porch floor to spear both hands through her hair to hold her head where he wanted her.
They both moaned when he took her mouth, pushing his way into her depth, tasting every part he could reach. He pressed his cock against her, rubbing back and forth, further frustrating both of them, and pushing their desire to greater heights.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly to her even as he pressed her to the wall. Her body took over, nothing existed except this man. When he started to pull back, she followed, needing his touch, needing him inside her.
He leaned back and chuckled when she growled and tried to reach for him. “Baby, we’re outside, I can’t fuck you the way you need me to here.”
“Dammit…”
“That’s one.” His grin grew wider.
“What?” she yelled, throwing her hands out, frustrated.
Grant continued to hold her at arm’s length against the house. He snorted. “That’s a swat for cussing.”
A hiss of frustration ran from her, as her eyes narrowed on him. He knew what would happen. He had to have planned this.
He jumped back and laughed when she tried to kick at him, just to piss her off more because she was so damn cute when she was angry. Like a hissing little kitten. “That’s five.”
Grant laughed loudly when she screeched and reached for him. He jerked her to him and held her tightly, preventing her from hurting herself. He swallowed back another laugh. “I’m sorry, baby. You just look so damn adorable when you’re pissed.”
She growled in her throat and half-heartedly hit him on the shoulder, a smile tugging at her mouth. She relaxed into his arms and took a deep breath. “Can we finish our conversation please?”
He nuzzled the side of her head and smiled to himself. “Yeah, baby. What was your question?”
She rubbed her forehead, confusion puckered her brows. “I don’t remember,” she giggled.
He leaned back to see her face, his smile grew larger. “I said they would take care of her and you asked who.”
“Yes, who are they?”
“Royce and Clay Jacobson have claimed her.”
She looked even more confused. “I don’t understand, what do you mean claimed?”
He looked down at her with an arrogant smirk. “When they saw her for the first time, they were instantly attracted to her, and they decided she was going to be theirs.”
Sara’s eyebrows rose. “What? They can’t just decide th—”
Grant bent and placed a hard kiss on her mouth interrupting her. “Well, they did. They’ve tried to make her and Tommy’s life as easy as they can without her living with them, although I know they have tried to get her to live there. Actually, Jake and I are a little surprised her and Tommy aren’t there with them already. She’s fighting what she feels for them and keeping them at arm’s length.” He laughed. “I’m betting it won’t be long. The last time I saw them they all looked very frustrated and out of patience. They’re not going to wait much longer.”
“Are they good men?” Sara asked, worried. Isabel deserved to be happy and feel secure.
He hugged her tightly against his chest. “Yes, baby. Very good men.” He bent to give her a quick kiss that turned hot and deep quickly. Grant grasped her hips and pinned her against the wall behind her, pressing his hardness against her lower stomach.
Grant drew his head back. He loved that she was flushed and clinging to him after one kiss. He smiled when her eyes stayed closed, her mouth wet and swollen from his kiss. “Shit, as much as I would love to take you to bed, you need to find Callie, and I have work to do.” Grant pressed a quick kiss to her lips and set her away from him. He chuckled at the frustrated look on her face and slapped her ass as she turned to walk off.
Sara gritted her teeth together in frustration and walked away. “Hey, what was that for?”
“Part of your future punishment.” He snorted a laugh when she stuck out her tongue. “Well darling, you just added five more to your punishment. Just wait, I’ll be putting that pretty little mouth of yours to work tonight.”
She growled when he winked and walked off.
“Be a good girl for me.” He laughed.
Sara couldn’t hold back her laugh. She would never admit it to them, but she loved the way they teased her.
Chapter 18
Callie was over at a friend’s house, later that week, for a play date and Sara was using the time to organize her closet when her cell phone rang.
She stood and stretched her back and frowned when she didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello.”
“Sara?” the female voice asked.
“Yes?” she asked hesitantly when she didn’t recognize the voice.
“I have Callie with me and I need you to come and get her.”
Sara gasped for breath and her hand pressed against her pounding heart. She knew right away it wasn’t Diane, the woman’s house she had dropped Call
ie off at. “Who is this? And how do you have Callie?”
“This is Christy, you bitch, and if you want Callie back you’ll meet me now and alone.”
Bile slid up her throat as her heart twisted in fear. Sara started shaking so hard it took effort to hold on to the phone. Sara swallowed and cleared her voice. “You won’t hurt her, she’s your daughter.”
There was a slight pause and then a harsh laugh. “Do you really want to take that chance?”
Oh, God, no. Sara looked around frantically, panic trying to take hold of her. She grasped the phone harder and swallowed. “Please don’t hurt her. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to meet me at the old Hartwig farm. It’s down the road about five miles toward town. Take a right when you get to the road. Be here in ten minutes. If you’re not, you know what will happen and it will be on you. Alone, bitch, or else. And don’t you dare tell those fucking bastards about this.” She hung up.
Sara pressed a hand to her mouth to hold in the scream clawing up her throat, and took a deep breath. She needed to stay calm and gather her scattered thoughts. Sara pushed in the numbers and called where Callie was supposed to be, a tension and fear unlike anything she’d ever felt filled her body, centering in her chest.
No one answered. “Oh God, oh my God.” She took a few shaky breaths, getting control of the hysteria clamoring through her. Sara grabbed her purse, phone, and jacket and ran down the stairs yelling for Gina.
She came running out of the kitchen her hand held to her heart. “What is it? Lordy, you scared me half to death.”
Sara grabbed her shoulders. “Listen, I don’t have long. Christy called me. She has Callie and she plans to hurt her if I don’t come, she’s going to hurt her.” Sara stopped on a sob, holding fingers to her mouth. “Where are the men?”