She opened her mouth to tell him to shut up and kiss her when he attacked her. He devoured her more than kissed her, a rabid mating of teeth and lips that made her cunt drip in anticipation. She wrapped her legs around his thigh and arched against him, rubbing her pussy against his jeans like a bitch in heat.
“Don’t you dare get off on my leg,” Gavin growled. He lifted her up, stealing that incredible feeling from her.
“Oh, god, I need you hard, fuck me,” she whimpered against his neck, licking the salty dip between his collarbones. She pulled his shirt up and rubbed herself against his abs. She’d wondered if she could get off like this. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she painted his stomach with her cream as she rubbed against him.
“Fuck.” Gavin struggled with his pants for a moment before he finally got them down. He plunged into her without any preparation, but she was so wet she didn’t need it. Her body stretched to accommodate his girth, and she felt every internal muscle as he dragged his cock along them. Their mating was fast and furious and drove her up higher and higher with every stroke. This was what she needed. Soft touches and gentle words were nice from time to time, but she craved the wildness that her Mates tried to hide from her.
Gavin jerked against her, pulling down on her hips as he plunged upward. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and she wished she’d pulled off her shirt so she could feel his chest hair against her nipples. He snarled and jackhammered into her. River couldn’t do anything more except hold onto his hair and ride out the wave as her orgasm burst over her. Gavin growled against her neck and she felt him come inside of her, filling her with his scorching heat.
She panted against his skin as she came down from the clouds he’d thrown her to. “You okay?” she asked, making Gavin laugh. He caught her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
“I love you, River Reynard.”
“I love you, too, Gavin McNamera. Does that mean you’ll let me go?”
“No, it does not.” River had been so focused on Gavin she hadn’t heard Hugh and Boyd coming up behind them.
Hugh leveled a glare at Gavin. “You have no self-control.”
Gavin grinned at his brother as he untangled himself from River. “You’re pissed ’cause I caught her first.” He straightened her clothes, patted her on the ass, and gave her a little push in Hugh’s direction.
River stood her ground and crossed her arms over her chest. She lifted her chin and arched an eyebrow in a way she knew would push his buttons. She wanted him out of his gentle-protector mindset and back to the big bad bear.
Hugh’s jaw looked like it was made of granite as he held up a finger. “One, you stole my bike.”
“You left the keys in it. I figured it was an invitation.”
“Two”—a second finger joined the first—“you threatened to allow another man access to a part of your body we have laid claim to.”
“Oh, please, Hellspawn is a professional piercer. He sees more pussy in a day than you have in your entire life.”
Boyd stood behind Hugh and covered his face, shaking his head at her. Yeah, yeah, I know I’m poking the bear with a stick. But she wanted them to act normally, and enough with all the kid-gloves crap. So they had a scare. Life went on, and she wanted to live it, not watch it go by.
This time she heard the crack of Hugh’s jaw he clenched his teeth together so tightly and a third finger rose up to meet the first two.
Oh, he’s up to thirty. A thread of trepidation went through her mind. The last time he threatened thirty, she didn’t get them. But she also didn’t push him like this. She almost wiggled in excitement at the idea. She knew it was going to burn, but he would make it hurt so good.
He stood there with three fingers up, staring at her as his lips curled into a smug smile. “Three, you realized I’m not kidding and just creamed yourself at the idea of me setting your ass on fire.”
“That shouldn’t be held against me.”
“But we’re going to.” He turned and stalked back inside, leaving her behind. Her stomach dropped at his rejection.
* * * *
Boyd stepped up in front of her and wrapped his large hands around her waist. “I forget how short you really are without your boots on.”
He bent over a bit farther, sliding his hands over her ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her up against his body. He forced her legs to separate as he lifted her up against him. She hooked her thighs over his hips and held on to his shoulders. “He’s really pissed at you, River,” he crooned in her ear. “You’re going to have a red ass when he’s done with you, and then we’re going to fuck you silly afterward.”
“Then why did Hugh leave?”
Boyd shifted his grip on her, moving his hands under her thighs as Gavin stepped up behind them. “Because we brought some things with us.” He started undoing the laces that tied the back of her leather pants together. She wriggled her butt as he loosened them and he left the seam open. She knew he’d done that so Hugh would have a view of the crack of her ass when he came back. Wearing panties was useless because they would’ve ended up a scrap of fabric in the end.
That was something she was noticing. Each of the brothers was conscious of the others’ likes and would set her up. Of course she knew as well, which was why she was wearing leather pants that laced up the back and a very low-cut silk top and push-up bra. She’d worn black platform heels with little cherries on them and bows on the heels but had taken them off to sneak around the brewery. When she came down today the three of them had stared at her with their jaws unhinged. Then she delivered the piercing bomb and strode out of the house.
“The moment you marched out of the kitchen this morning we knew what you were up to.” Boyd dipped his head and ran his tongue along the V-neck of her top, then blew a hot breath between her breasts. “I fully approve of your methods.”
“I didn’t realize I was that transparent.”
“Only to us.” Gavin lifted her hair and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and then moved over to some of the furniture on the patio. She looked over and saw he was unhooking the back to one of the sofas and it slid open like a futon.
“Shouldn’t we go home?”
“Nope.” Gavin smirked as he pulled the bed away from the railing. “Don’t worry, River. I don’t think anyone is coming by this morning.”
She couldn’t help the tingle that zinged through her at the idea of being caught. Sure being on the patio gave them a bit more privacy, but if someone drove up close enough to the brewery they would see them up here. “I don’t know about this.”
A sharp smack to her ass made her jump in Boyd’s arms. “You don’t get a vote.” Hugh’s voice was like a growl against her ear. She heard something fall to the floor and then two large hands cupped her ass. She could feel the heat through the leather of her pants. Hugh slid one hand over and traced the seam of her ass through the opening. “You’re full of temptations today, aren’t you?”
“I try—” Another sharp smack bit her ass. The leather helped to dull the impact, but she knew he was smacking her harder than he would’ve normally to compensate.
“I wonder if we should gag her,” Boyd murmured from between her breasts. She reached between their bodies and tugged on some of his chest hair for that one. He just laughed and bit down on her shirt, trapping her nipple in the fabric.
“No, I want to hear her crying out. You’re going to scream our names, right, River?” He smacked her again, the force driving her pussy against Boyd’s torso. The delicious pressure on her clit was all too short. Her body demanded more and she knew how to get it.
She opened her mouth, but another sharp smack stole her breath. “You say one thing about Care Bears, River, and I’ll give you twenty more.”
For an insane moment she debated but instead snapped her lips closed.
Hugh’s laugh was low and sinister sounding against her skin. She heard the distinct sound of fabric tearing and then her blouse dropped to he
r elbows. The purple silk and satin bra looked great against her skin, and by the way Boyd’s eyes darkened and the low growl in his throat, he appreciated that fact. Hugh pushed the straps off her shoulders, and Boyd nuzzled the fabric out of the way.
She looked down and watched as Boyd curled his tongue around her nipple, rubbing against the tight bud. She shifted her weight in his arms, trying to get some friction from her pants against her throbbing clit. It wouldn’t take much, the lightest stroke…
Hugh’s hand came down hard on her ass again. “Stop moving. You come when we say or not at all.”
Boyd sucked her breast into his mouth and worried her nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. She tried to stay still but the combination of his hot, wet mouth and the sting of Hugh’s hand was devastating to her senses.
They moved over to the futon and Boyd flopped back down on it. River ended up straddling his hips with her cunt pressed against the hard ridge lining the front of his jeans. She didn’t dare move for fear of coming. Boyd pressed his thumbs against her inner thighs and slid them up toward her pussy.
“No, please, don’t.”
“Not yet.” Hugh growled and pulled her up onto her feet. Her leather pants were tugged off and her bra tossed to the side. Her breath caught as a cool breeze stroked over her skin. She looked out over the parking lot below them and down the driveway to the road. If anyone turned in, they would see her standing here completely naked. The boys were sitting below the wood railing so any view of them was disrupted.
Hugh led her to the railing. “Hold on to the top rail.” She leaned forward and gripped the rough wood edge. A large, thick, rough branch made up the top railing and helped the brewery look like it was part of the forest. He gently moved her legs apart, exposing her drenched cunt to all three of them. She felt a drop of cream trail down the inside of her leg. Three low growls vibrated the air. Hugh smacked her lightly on the ass a couple times. This isn’t so bad. It didn’t feel much harder than the smacks he’d been giving her through her leather pants. An insane part of her brain thought to tease him and tell him he hit like a girl…but her self-preservation filter kicked in before that shot out of her mouth.
He changed the angle with his next swing and caught her on the underside of one cheek. The heat blazed through her pussy and made her nipples tingle. “That reaction’s better,” Hugh murmured behind her. “I should’ve started with a heavier hand, unless you need me to get a paddle.”
“No!” She meant to say it calmly but his hand contacted the fleshy part of her ass the same moment. He kept his hand against her skin, sealing in the heat. She couldn’t help but press back against him.
“I think River likes the feel of your hand, Hugh.” Boyd leaned back against the railing to her side. “She needs to feel the connection, don’t you, Red?”
She leveled a glare at Boyd for that name. Hugh smacked her again, and she gritted her teeth together to stop from yipping from the sting.
“Look at me, River.”
She turned and looked up at Hugh as he ran his hand over her ass. The skin was more sensitive to his touch, and she shivered against his rough hands. “Is Boyd right? Do you prefer the feel of my hand on your skin, or would it feel as good if I got a paddle and lit your ass up with that?”
The intensity to his gaze was almost too much to handle and she looked away. Hugh wasn’t about to have any of that, so he cupped her face and tilted it up to his. “Tell me, River. Do you want some inanimate object against your skin, or do you want to feel my hand?”
He loomed over her, dominant and stoic, but under all that, she saw a vulnerability in his gaze. “Your hand.” She couldn’t not answer his question. The vulnerability faded away with her answer, and she wondered why he thought it would be otherwise.
He smacked her a few more times and then stopped. “Something’s wrong.”
What? She lifted her hand off the railing, but he glared at her and pointed at her hand. “Put it back or ten more. Eyes straight ahead.”
She gripped the railing and listened to him walking back and forth behind her. Her anxiety climbed with each pass. Boyd had moved as well, so she couldn’t see him or Gavin but knew they were behind her.
“I’ve got it.” Hugh moved behind her and she felt his breath on the back of her thighs. For a moment she thought he was going to press his lips against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her pussy back toward his face. “Behave.” He smacked her ass again, sending tingles along her nerve endings.
His hand wrapped around her ankle and she looked down between her legs, watching as he slipped her platform cherry shoes back on each foot. Standing in those lifted her lower body up higher. Her back arched and her ass stuck out even more. Another sharp smack warmed her ass, right on the fleshy part. She jumped before Hugh rubbed the spot. “That’s much better.”
She looked up and closed her eyes, knowing there wasn’t going to be another reprieve for her. She’d lost count of how many smacks she’d already gotten, but there was no way she was near thirty yet. A shuffling below her grabbed her attention, and she looked down, watching Boyd scoot underneath her. His shirt was gone and his jeans were unbuttoned, the flush head of his cock peeking up through the opening. He grinned, and she caught her breath.
There was an ice cube between his teeth.
“Oh, hell, no.” She shook her head at Boyd as he grinned up at her and moved a bowl of ice cubes to the ground between her feet.
“Eyes forward, River.” Hugh took the opportunity to smack her again. This time his fingertip hit her cunt. “I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it’s our names.”
A burning sensation circled her nipple, and it took a moment for her to realize it was cold, not hot. He sucked her breast into his hot mouth and the immediate contrast hit her like a hammer. Her legs shook with the effort not to come as she looked out over the railing. Hugh delivered another smack to her ass, this one harder than before.
“Fuck.” She cried out with the intensity of the smack. Her ass was already burning. How many more could she take before she shook apart?
“Four letters but not mine, Boyd’s, Gavin’s names. There’s one other four letter word I’ll accept from your lips. Try again.”
This time she felt something drag along the top of her ass. More ice. It slid along her skin and sent icy drips rolling over her fiery ass. He traced her skin with his chilled hand and then caught the lower part of her left cheek on an upswing.
“Hugh!”
“That’s better.” Hugh rubbed his hand over her ass, then delivered a series of smacks to her skin. “Now say it, River. Tell me what I want to hear.”
The words bubbled up from her soul, a truth she didn’t want to deny. “I love you!”
“That’s my girl. Now I know you feel the same as I do.” Hugh varied the intensity of each strike as Boyd continued to trace her skin with the ice and drove her crazy with his tongue, swirling it around the lips of her pussy and then working her clit like a sucker. He teased her over and over, not enough to make her come, but she was a flood of cream.
She couldn’t keep up with the sensations as her body tried to register each one as they happened. Another series of sharp whacks to her ass ended with one directly on her cunt, and was followed quickly by a cold mouth sucking on her clit. The pleasure rushed through her as she screamed out at the intensity. She balanced on the knife edge of her orgasm, not knowing how she managed to keep it at bay. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and she slowly came back and realized her head rested on Hugh’s arm. She still gripped the railing, and it felt as if Boyd had an arm under her hips keeping her upright.
She whimpered and rubbed her cheek against his arm. “River, I’m so proud of you.” Hugh caressed her ass with something that felt cool and soothing. “You took them all and you didn’t come.”
She felt an insane burst of pride at that accomplishment, but it faded quickly when she felt lube dribble between the crack of her ass. “You can
take a little more, I know you can.” Hugh rimmed her rosebud with his fingers and gently pushed one and then two into her.
She heard Gavin’s deep groan behind her. He must have a front-row seat to all of this. She tested the strength in her legs and then wiggled her ass as Hugh scissored his fingers, stroking deep into her back entrance.
“That’s right. Show Mr. No Self-Control how much you love having your ass played with.” Boyd pressed his face into the damp crook of her neck and licked her. “I can’t wait to get my cock into you, baby. You’re all ours now.”
The world tilted as Hugh swept her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lunged at his lips. He kissed her, stabbing his tongue into her mouth, taking the control she happily relinquished. “More,” she gasped as she stole a breath.
“Anything.” He sat down in the middle of the futon and settled her with her legs over his, opening her up. His hands clenched her ass cheeks as she felt his hot cock poke against her. She concentrated on relaxing her muscles and allowed him to breach her ass.
“Oh, god, I can’t.” River gasped for breath. The intensity of his cock at this angle was throwing her into the flames of a massive orgasm. Hugh halted but she could feel her body rhythmically clenching, squeezing the tip of his cock as she tried to control the inferno that burned the edges of her awareness.
She panted as the initial wave passed, and she relaxed and bore down on Hugh’s cock. He stroked her a couple times and then she slipped down the length of him until his cock was completely buried in her ass. Hugh then lay back and pulled her down with him. This angle prevented him from going too far into her ass, but he was pushing up against her vaginal walls. When Boyd moved over her and pressed his cock into her pulsing cunt, he felt massive, fighting for space inside her.
“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel so good like this.” Boyd rested his cheek against one of her breasts and panted. “I’m not going to last long.” He withdrew a small amount and then pushed forward again, sinking fully into her.
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