Drilled

by Cole, Cassie

  “Is that too many initials?” I asked. “It seems unnecessarily long.”

  “It’s only a name,” Cas said. “With our reputation? We could call ourselves Shit-slammers Incorporated and we would still get business.”

  And he was right: we were immediately swamped with audit requests from half a dozen competing drilling companies rushing to fill in the vacuum left by Blackrock Energy.

  “I really don’t understand it,” I said that afternoon. The five of us had been taking phone calls all day. “Why would they hire the auditors who just busted a company like them?”

  “Because they want our stamp of approval,” Jason explained. “If we audit them and give them a clean report, then they’ll be a lot less likely to be audited by the governmental regulators later.”

  “Think of it like getting a black belt in karate from the strictest master in the world,” Cas said. “If someone is good enough to get their approval, you know they’re legit.”

  “But that’s assuming we don’t bust them,” I said.

  “Most people genuinely want to have safe drill sites,” Tex said. “The Milton Brysons of the world are the exception, not the norm.”

  “Amen to that,” Jason said.

  We fell into a work routine that was like their old job—or so they told me. They completed the work, and I edited their findings so they were as presentable in court as could be. One or two of them were always away on site inspections, giving me alone time with the others. Individual nights with one of them, and sometimes sexy pairings. It was always changing, always staying fresh and fun and new.

  I made love to Kai for the first time on a Wednesday night when we were the only ones in town. Pizza and a romantic comedy, or at least half of a rom-com before we were making out on the couch. He was a gentle lover in spite of his huge size, or maybe because of it. He carried me upstairs and tenderly placed me on the bed before removing my clothes and bringing me to climax with his mouth, using his lips to suck on my clit in a way that left me moaning and burying myself in the sheets.

  Then he was smothering me with his body, planting soft kisses all over my head, shoulders, and arms. He even took off his overalls, but before I could make a joke about them he was rubbing his shaft into my sex, making me gasp from the size of it.

  “I have dreamed of you,” he said, German accent soft in the darkness.

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh ja,” he said. “Every night.”

  He added an exclamation point by kissing me. I spread my legs wide for him and guided him inside. He was so wide, the pressure on my inner walls was intense but incredible! I was certain he would not fit, that there was no way my body could handle such a large thing, but his kisses and embrace made me relax, and he went slow until he was buried to the base.

  “Oh Kai.”

  He grunted with effort, hanging his head over my body to look down between us. “You feel amazing,” he breathed.

  “So do you… ohhh.” I cut off as he nuzzled my neck, tiny little nibbles which made my whole body tingle. I ran my hands up his neck and over his head, feeling the tiny carpet of his short-shaved hair and wishing I had something to grab onto, so I ran my hand down his muscled back and grabbed his butt instead. His throat rumbled with laughter.

  “You like my ass?”

  “Mmm hmm,” I said, adding my other hand to squeeze it properly, holding him against me, inside me.

  I was moaning as he began to move as gently as he’d entered, but by then I had gotten used to his size. With my hands I urged him on faster. The strained look on his face told me he wanted to let loose, but was cautious about hurting me.

  “Give it to me,” I said, wanting to feel it even if it hurt a little. “Please, Kai.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I responded by thrusting my hips up at him, which gave him the permission he needed. He pulled back far and then thrust hard, which made my entire body rock and pulled a small cry from my lips.

  Kai paused to look at me. “Don’t stop!” I breathed, closing my eyes and focusing on the intense pleasure of his manhood.

  I moaned louder and louder, each time with more pleasure than pain until I was so wet that it didn’t hurt at all. I spread my legs as wide as they could go as he rutted me. He hunched himself so he could suck on my nipples while he pumped, faster and faster while I arched my back and panted with the sensation of being out of breath that only came from intense lovemaking.

  He wrapped an arm underneath my body and held me close as he came, a loud roar that made me glad nobody was in the house but us, and I added my own frenzied scream of ecstasy to his, a duet of passion.

  Kai tried to pull out, but I stopped him. I knew I would feel empty with out him inside me, so I rolled him over and kept his manhood inside my sex while I lay against his body. Within seconds I was fast asleep on his boulder of a chest, purring happily.

  Once Kai and I had been together, it was like our weird group relationship was complete. The final puzzle piece shifting into place.

  I got to know each of them individually, and as a group. Cas was more or less the same person regardless of who else was around. Tex’s Oklahoma drawl was a little more pronounced when we were alone, like he was trying to hide it around the others but didn’t mind being himself when it was just me. Jason liked to talk a lot of smack to the guys, but when he was alone he was almost soft-spoken and vulnerable around me. Discovering who they were individually was almost as much fun as when we were grouped together.

  But when we were grouped together? Oh man.

  The first time—in person, not with someone watching on a laptop—was a Saturday evening. Tex and Kai were on the road doing site visits, something Kai had finally worked up the courage to do with more responsibility, rather than simply sit in the car taking notes. That left Cas and Jason and I in the office on a Saturday, trying to play catch-up on all the audits that had occurred during the week. Many of them were time sensitive, so those two were writing their summaries as quickly as they could before turning them over to me to edit.

  We had our noses to the grindstone all day. We worked through lunch, and had Chinese food delivered. By the time we were done it was dark outside.

  Cas slumped over in his chair in the conference room we’d been using. “I’m too tired to move.”

  “I’m too tired to eat,” I said, reaching for my box of fried rice and deciding it was too far.

  “I’m too tired to fuck.”

  We both turned to stare at Jason. “That’s pretty tired,” Cas said.

  “Yep.”

  “Probably empty boasting,” I said, feeling a little mischievous. “Nobody is too tired for sex. Especially no man.”

  Jason leaned back with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “I said what I meant, and I meant what I said. Wake me when it’s morning.”

  Cas was watching me, wondering if I would call Jason’s bluff. I wasn’t lying before: I was bone tired. The kind of exhaustion that seeps into your body like the cold and refuses to leave.

  But I wasn’t too tired to have a little fun.

  Once the idea was in my head, it was easy to find the strength to climb up onto the conference room table. I crawled on my hands and knees toward Jason like a stripper, making sure to pop my hips with each step. I was wearing tight jeans, so I was surely giving Cas a great show from behind. Jason opened one eye and then they both shot open with surprise.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” I said in a pouty, innocent tone. I unbuttoned one of the buttons of my blouse, then a second one, giving him a view of my cleavage. “What are you doing, Jason?”

  He tried to laugh it off, but it turned into a lusty stare as he watched me crawl toward him. I paused to arch my back like a cat, making the tiniest little moan as my back cracked.

  “I don’t think you can back up your statement,” Cas said. “Nobody’s too tired to resist that.”

  “Resist what?” I said, looking back at him. �
�I’m just an innocent little editor crawling around on the table. Oops! Did my button come undone?”

  Cas laughed again, but I could tell I had him now.

  I reached Jason, who was still leaning back in his chair. I swung my legs around like a gymnast, slid off the edge, and landed in his lap.

  “Oh. Hello there,” I said.

  “Give up,” Cas said.

  Jason’s smirk deepened. “I’m not convinced yet.”

  I ground into his crotch like I was trying to crush it, which immediately had the affect I’d hoped: he was rock-hard through his pants before I could even let out another moan. “I think you’re convinced,” I said, leaning in to kiss him—and then pulling my lips back at the last moment.

  “No…” he said, though his voice was strained.

  I rose off him, then unbuttoned my jeans as if I was in no rush. I used a knee to push his chair back to give me room, then turned around and bent over as I pulled the jeans down, revealing my cotton white underwear. Across the table, Cas drank in the sight. I felt a hand paw at my cheek before I even got the jeans down around my ankles.

  “I win,” I said, still bent over for him.

  “Okay,” he said, grabbing a second handful. “You win.”

  He leaned in and kissed my back, then pulled my panties down. I planted my palms on the table and gave Cas a wink while he unzipped his own pants.

  “No touching,” I said in a commanding, but sexy, voice. “You can watch, but the only touching you get to do is to me.”

  He gave me half a grin. The grin that had won me over that night at the bar. “Are you in any position to make such demands?”

  “I’m in the exact position,” I said, wiggling my hips. Jason was quickly removing his pants and standing behind me, gripping my waist with strong hands. I felt his hardness press against my inner thigh. I reached a hand down between my legs and scratched the underside of his shaft with my fingernails.

  “Oh fuck,” he said.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  He grabbed himself, guiding it up and in between my sensitive lips. I spread my legs as he pushed inside, one of his hands pressing down on my back to flatten me against the table.

  “It’s about time we christened the office,” I moaned as he shoved all the way inside.

  I pushed back against him, telling him to move faster. He felt so good with that wonderful internal pressure, the exhaustion of our long day melting a way under his force. He cupped one of my cheeks with his free hand, spreading it wide so he could watch himself enter me. I knew he loved how I looked from this angle.

  I loved that he loved it.

  Cas was leaned forward hungrily, both hands on the table like a good little boy. “Ready to come out of time out?” I said.

  “Maybe.”

  “Get over here, then. No,” I added when he tried to come around the side. “On the table, like I did.”

  He removed his pants and shirt, completely nude as he crawled up onto the table. I grinned at the silliness of it, but his gorgeous body made the awkward move somehow sexy while Jason was pounding away at me. When Cas was close enough I reached out and took him by the sensitive cylinder, pulling him closer.

  I took him in the mouth quickly, eager to catch him up to Jason. By now I knew exactly what Cas loved; I could suck on his head while stroking the shaft with a hand and bring him to climax in less than a minute, if I so desired.

  That’s the kind of night this was.

  “Harder,” I commanded Jason, never letting my hand leave Cas’s throbbing shaft. “Harder!”

  Jason gripped my hips with both hands, giving me everything he had. With wonderful satisfaction I was able to time Cas’s own strokes with Jason’s, causing them to come at the same time while I was bent over the table.

  We eventually ate our Chinese food and wondered out loud if the neighbors on our office floor could hear us.

  A lot of the days were like that. Work, then one or more of the guys, or sometimes the two at the same time.

  We could do whatever we wanted. And what we wanted changed every day.

  It was all so normal, our five-person routine. Sometimes it was like having four really close friends. Sometimes it was like having four husbands—especially when there were chores to be done, like when we turned the garage into a fourth bedroom so Jason didn’t have to share with Tex. Sometimes it was like a mix of both. I caught myself wondering if it would last. If they would get bored of me, or me them. It sure as heck didn’t feel like we would.

  But when we sat around the dinner table, laughing and sharing jokes over plates of Sloppy Josef’s, it was like my own little slice of North Dakota heaven.

  If you enjoyed Drilled, you’re going to love my other Reverse Harem Romance: Broken In. You can click here to buy it, or keep reading for a special sneak peek!

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  Three cowboy brothers. One city girl who inherits a ranch in West Texas.

  Too many secrets to go around.

  With the monumental task of fixing up her family’s ranch to sell, Cindy doesn’t know how she’s going to manage by herself. When she stumbles upon three brothers with ranch experience looking for work, it’s almost too good to be true.

  With tattoos covering his forearms, the eldest brother Landon is calm and confident as he offers their services on a one week trial contract.

  Quiet to the point of bashfulness, Daniel has the muscular build and experience of a cowboy… Yet for some mysterious reason refuses to ride a horse.

  Chase, the cocky youngest brother, has a chip on his shoulder and something to prove—whether to Cindy or to her nosy neighbors harassing the cattle.

  But as friendly and flirty as the brothers are, they have their own ulterior motive. And it requires that they avoid making any moves on Cindy until after their job is finished—a restraint easier said than done.

  As the problems on the ranch spiral out of control, Cindy has to decide whether to cut her losses and run away—from the ranch and the three boys falling for her. Can she get her ranch back into working order in time, or will she suffer financial—and emotional—heartbreak?

  Broken In is a sexy, stand-alone reverse harem cowboy romance filled with humor, action, and mystery. It also contains sizzling hot MFMM menage sex, in single and multiple partner scenes. HEA guaranteed!

  Cindy

  The sun was falling toward the horizon ahead of me as I drove down the two mile gravel driveway onto our property. Pasture land flanked the road on either side. I couldn’t see any cattle, though that wasn’t surprising; I was only looking at about 1% of the total land I owned.

  It all seemed so huge, and so small at the same time.

  The house rose in the distance, with the single tree standing vigil next to it. Two stories of brown wood with a porch ringing the entire bottom floor, it had been beautiful when it was first built but now it seemed out of date. A relic from another time. Another life.

  No cars were parked in front of the garage. The ranch workers should have been settling in for the night; they must have gone into town. I hoped my father hadn’t hired poorly. The last thing I wanted to deal with was a bunch of rowdy drunks while I tried to sort through my shitty memories.

  The moment I stepped out of my SUV, a small furry shape came sprinting out of the doggy door.

  “Heidi!” The German Shepherd practically tackled me as I crouched down, licking my face and sniffing me all around. “I forgot all about you.”

  She rolled onto her back and whined until I rubbed her belly.

  The front door was unlocked—which was good because I didn’t have any keys, and my hips were definitely too wide to fit through Heidi’s door. The smell of the house hit me like a sack of memories: wood and dust and the distant scent of leather oil. I stood in the foyer and took a moment to collect myself.

  Here I was. Home again.

  I had to search my memory for the last time I’d visited. Christmas, three years ago. Dad acted like he was too busy wi
th ranch work to entertain me, so I returned to Austin after only a single night here.

  I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and set to examining the house.

  Everything was different, and everything was the same. My bedroom was a guest room now, plain and boring. Unlike momma, dad had loathed unnecessary decorating. But when I checked the other three bedrooms upstairs, I found them all similarly unused. Maybe the ranch workers were staying somewhere else? Free lodging was usually one of the perks of the job.

  Once the nostalgia wore off, I began to see the cracks. The literal cracks, in some cases: the plaster was cracked along the ceiling in the living room, foyer, and downstairs bathroom. The hardwood floors were so dusty I almost slipped and fell, and every fifth board looked to be damaged, or outright broken. Everything creaked. The ceiling of the living room had a huge oval wet spot. I got on a chair to touch it; it was still damp. Must be a leak from the upstairs bathroom.

  The master bedroom on the first floor was a mess of boxes and papers. My dad hadn’t been a hoarder, but it looked like he’d been well on his way before he died. The sheets were wrinkled and clearly hadn’t been changed in weeks. The room stank of mildew and grime. Every corner and seam between wall and floor held a layer of dirt.

  Overall, it was going to need some work. At least a day or two of cleaning, and then I could figure out which cosmetic repairs were worth making. Hopefully the exterior was in better shape. Ultimately, all I really had to do was get it into a semblance of cleanliness so potential buyers could look around. The other damages could be negotiated at closing.

  I crossed the back yard to the huge red barn, which was more brown than red with age. I was excited to see the horses, which was the one part of the ranch I always loved. Judging by their temperament they were just as happy to see a human—and judging by the smell their stalls hadn’t been mucked out in days. At least a week, I thought when I saw the piles of droppings covering the hay in one horse’s stall. Dad’s death wasn’t to blame for that.