by Kaliana Cole
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before returning to the kitchen where Colby and Zach were gleefully making a list of requirements to be bought. Ty winced when he saw the length of it. Aiden and Visa were going to do pretty well out of this.
Item after item was added to the list. Ty glanced down the list before sitting down with a few suggestions of his own. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
* * * *
Emma was still frosty when Beth arrived with dinner and some more stuff from Emma’s house. She really hoped they didn’t share the plan with the older woman; Emma had enough trouble looking her in the eye, knowing she was sleeping with her nephews. The plan was a little personal for Emma to feel confident talking about.
Zach, however, had no such qualms. He informed his aunt of every facet of the arrangement from start to finish. Emma was mortified.
Beth, however, was her usual no-nonsense self. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. I’ve got two husbands. There’s nothing you could dream up that I haven’t done in one way or another. Anything that will catch this asshole is worth it.” Emma got a kick out of seeing the men blush and pull “icky” faces like teenagers who discovered their parents were still having sex. Beth winked before heading out.
“I need a shower after that.” Colby shuddered and rolled his shoulders. He got up and left the table to the laughter of the others.
“Wish I had known that’s all it takes. I’ll get Beth to tell you about her love life every day,” Ty teased.
“I don’t want to hear about it.” Colby put his hands over his ears and hummed loudly as he headed off down the hall.
“I don’t know why you tease Colby about showering, he always smells good.” Emma felt a little defensive for him.
“Darlin’, you have no idea how bad he was when he first moved in with us. He had this theory that his newfound freedom extended to being able to do exactly what he wanted, and that included going a week without a shower. We cured him of that, but he is still a slob around the house. At least he keeps it confined to his room now.”
“He was really that bad?”
“Worse, Ty is being gentle with you,” Zach assured her, clearing the table. “Have you stuck your head in his room yet?”
“I haven’t been game.”
“Until you do, you won’t understand where we are coming from.”
Emma stood and squared her shoulders. Ty and Zach watched with amusement as she braced herself before venturing down the hall. She came back in a matter of seconds, fluttering her hands like she had touched something yucky. “Oh, my God! How can anyone live like that? Can someone start the other shower for me? I need to get clean.”
Ty laughed. “You were warned.” He stood and turned her toward the master bedroom and the second bathroom. “You will have to settle for washing your hands until I take those bandages off.”
Twenty minutes later she was clean and wrapped in a fuzzy robe. The lounge room was full of male bodies lazing around in front of the TV where some B-grade action flick had captured their attention. All three of them appeared freshly showered. Emma shook her head. How could three men get clean in the time of one woman? She couldn’t think of an answer that wasn’t personally insulting.
While the movie played, Emma perched in a corner of the lounge, her laptop on a swinging TV tray Zach found somewhere. It was a good thing that freed up her lap because Colby’s head took up residence, claiming his pillow while Ty was in the kitchen. Ty’s lips had quirked before he took the other armchair. Emma had half expected him to pull rank.
Writing an erotic scene with a head on your lap was a novel experience. Emma had been given one valuable piece of advice when she first started writing romance, “if you don’t get wet writing it, it ain’t worth reading.”
The problem was that she didn’t know if it was from the words pouring out of her and lighting up the screen, or from the dark head that nestled a little deeper into her lap every few minutes. She would grow accustomed to his presence, and then he would squirm, making her mind wander and her ovaries sit up and say hello. Not conducive to good writing.
Or maybe it was.
Kenneth was scorching her fingers as the words kept pouring out. His mastery and experience devastated Lillian, his mouth doing things only alluded to in Em’s previous novels. She nearly stopped, knowing she would have to clean this up later, but curiosity reigned. She let go of her inhibitions and let her fingers type.
An hour later Emma lifted her head and shook her arms out, quickly scanning what she had written. Face hot, she peeked around. Ty and Zach were looking at her with undisguised longing. Their nostrils flared, predators scenting the wind. She glanced down at Colby, noting the smile curling his lips as he resolutely faced the screen. The tenting of his track pants told the story.
She knew she was wet, but those bastards could smell her! Colby couldn’t help but notice it, but the other two were so far away! She withheld the urge to move and feel just how wet she was.
It became too much, both her embarrassment at her arousal and the scrutiny of the men. She got up, nudging Colby’s head off her and shutting the computer. She stalked from the room, face flaming when she felt the moisture wetting her thighs. She just hoped to hell there wasn’t a wet patch on her robe.
* * * *
Three sets of eyes locked on to the wet spot on her robe as she stormed out. “Oh, God, I thought I was going to die if I had to just lie there any longer. I’m hard enough to pound nails.” Colby rolled to his back, hands going to his head, dragging them slowly over his face. “Why did she run?”
“I think Em’s a little embarrassed by how turned on she was. I’d love to read whatever it was she was writing.”
“Leave her computer alone, Zach,” Ty admonished. While he was curious, not to mention hard, there were boundaries that had to be respected and Em’s computer was off limits. He got to his feet, sleeping shorts tented impressively. “I think Em is in need of a little assurance that her arousal is nothing to be ashamed of, and a lesson in asking for what she wants.” His lion’s grin was echoed in those of his brothers and did not match the sedate wording.
Teaching a woman to ask for relief was something they enjoyed. They were damn good at it, too.
“Shall we take odds on what she’s doing? In bed sulking, taking a cold shower, or finishing the job herself?” Heat filled Zach’s eyes as he proposed the last.
Soundlessly the brothers grappled as they fought to be first to the bedroom. Ty won by the smallest margin, signaling them back as he cracked the door. His eyes darted this way and that, but she was not in the bedroom. He entered soundlessly and padded across to the adjoining bath, the two others close behind. Emma must have slammed the sliding door, and it had bounced back instead of latching. They could hear running water.
Cautiously, Ty slid the door back. He nearly passed out as every drop of blood servicing his brain strived to fit into his cock. Emma was behind the clear glass facing away from him, her leg up on the edge of the bath as she drove something into her pussy again and again, other hand working furiously at her crotch as hot water spilled over her naked form.
Ty stepped back and let his brothers have a peek. Zach shook his head, a gleam in his eye that would have sent Emma running had she have seen it. Zach turned and walked to prepare the bed.
Emma had a lesson to learn. She was to ask for relief, not find pleasure at her own hands unless it was at their direction for their pleasure. Ty smiled at the idea of teaching her this vital lesson. Hearing Emma beg was becoming an all consuming need.
Colby just stepped aside with a grin, knowing what must be done. He started stripping off even as Ty jerked his own shorts over the erection straining them. This was gonna be so much fun.
Chapter 10
Emma was frantic. Wet and horny. She had found her little, waterproof vibrator in her toiletry case yesterday and been mortified that Beth had packed it. Tonight she could have kissed her in gratitude.
She willed her mind to join the fight for release, one hand rapidly circling her clit. She closed her eyes and thought of what it would be like to have the Whelans take her fully, to feel them fill every orifice. To have the burn of one in her ass, feel the ultimate act of domination. Feel the bite of exquisite agony Zach had introduced her to with his wicked fingers and questing tongue. To have her pussy filled to capacity, her wet sticky juices flowing freely over both cocks as they plunged within her. Possessing her, owning her.
Her mouth would be full of the sinful taste of man, silken skin and tangy saltiness tantalizing her mouth. Full, filled to excess in every way. Her body out of her control, owned by the men driving her through orgasm after orgasm. Her mind devoid of all but the burning pleasure. Quivering, on the cusp.
“That’s cheating, darlin’.” Ty’s large hand plucked the toy from her fingers as he closed in behind her. His other hand reached past and turned the water off. Emma stifled a scream and tried to turn and flee, but a towel was wrapped around her and it was Colby’s face that startled her as he bundled her off toward the bed.
“Emma’s been a bad girl. All you had to do was ask, sweetheart, and you could have been screaming out your pleasure right now. But you were being bad.” He slid his hand down to cup the juicy mound of her pussy. “This right here? It belongs to us; you don’t get to play with it without permission. If you beg real nice, we might let you come, but it is not going to be for a long while, sweetheart.”
Zach had stripped the bed down to the bottom sheet. The large expanse was well lit. Zach knelt at the head of the bed, gloriously naked. She bounced as Colby dropped her to the mattress, but before she could come up swinging Zach had hold of her, wrists pinned beside her head.
Any panic that flared over her helplessness was lost to a growl of pleasure as Ty descended on her breasts. Taking as much of her breast as he could into the wet heat of his mouth, he sucked hard. Emma arched off the bed, pushing into his mouth for more.
Zach just smiled down at her as he bore down on her wrists. “That’s it, Em. Fight it all you want, we’re just gonna keep going, take you to the edge again and again until you’re ready to ask for it. Are you ready to beg yet, honey?”
“Fuck you, Zach. I was managing just fine without you lot.”
Ty raised his head, crooked smile decorating his mouth. “With this little thing?” He held up the ridiculously small vibrator. “I don’t think so.” Mischief sparkled in his eyes as he backed away. “I’d love to know what was going through that pretty little head as you were hammering that pussy, darlin’. Tell me what it was and I’ll let you have this back where you want it.” He dragged the vibrating head of the toy across the wet portal to her body, exposed where Colby pinned her legs wide.
Emma gasped. Why did it feel so much better when someone else did it? “In your dreams, Ty.” Her voice said she was immune to his touch, but the way she rolled her hips looking for more kind of ruined the effect.
* * * *
“Oh, believe me, darlin, there’s been plenty of those. I’ve watched you twitch that hot little ass around for years, and I’ve seen you watch me, too, darlin’. I can make you so damn hot you will be begging in minutes, but there are three of us now, darlin, and only one of you. With those odds it will only take one red-hot minute.” He nodded to Zach.
Zach’s lips closed over her nipple at the same time that Ty applied the vibrator right on her clit. The glistening little pearl had no defense against the tormentor. Swollen and exposed, it peeked out from beneath the hood hungrily. Ty watched her carefully. The very second she gathered to fly he stopped cruelly. Her curses music to his ears, he waited for her to finish venting. “…bringing a toy to do a man’s job.”
“But that’s exactly what you did, darlin’. I would much prefer to have my mouth down there. I’d love to have that little clit pounding under my tongue, but you’re going to have to ask for it. Until then this pathetic little toy is all you’re getting.” He gave it a flick before running it from the tip of her slit down to her puckered anus and back again. He didn’t miss the heat that flared in her eyes as he circled her forbidden hole. For all her talk of “if and only if,” she wanted to taste the dark pleasure. “Hey, Colb?”
“Yeah?”
“Reckon we should flip her over and put that little ass up for you to play with?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
“Hey! I miss out on her boobs if you do that,” Zach objected.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Emma could be convinced to put that hot little mouth to work. All she needs is the right persuasion.” He slipped the toy halfway in to her wet cunt, watching her eyes slide shut. She could be tamed. It just took the right touch.
“She’s got sharp teeth.” Zach sounded hesitant.
“She bites you, you get to paddle this ass. And I’ll slide this in there as you do.” He circled the slick toy around her rosebud, pressing threateningly. “You won’t bite, will you, darlin?”
“Fuck you, Ty.” She panted.
“No, it’s gonna be the other way around, darlin’, but only if you ask real nice.” She let out a girly squeal as Ty flipped her over. “Here Colb, get hold of her hips while I get under her.”
Ty set her as he wished. She was actually kneeling on his shoulders, her knees resting just below the ends of his collarbones when he finished. The wide stance gave him unlimited access but didn’t allow her to drop down and grind against his face. She would probably suffocate him if he didn’t drown first. He smiled darkly. What a way to go!
“She’s gone awful quiet up there, Zach, what’s happening?” Ty’s deep voice sent a shiver ghosting along her spine.
“Dunno, I just gave myself a bit of a rub and she’s gone all quiet.” Ty could hear the mischief in Zach’s voice. He knew damn well women found male masturbation provocative.
Ty decided to see if she could think of two things at once. He touched the humming midget phallus to the side of her clit and watched as she bucked above his face. “Come on, Em, ask me and I’ll use my tongue. I might even suck that swollen little clit if you ask real nice.”
* * * *
“Not fucking happening.” Emma was lost in the sensation humming next to her clit and the sight of Zach’s big hand pumping slowly up and down his ridged cock. She licked dry lips, wanting a taste, wanting to collect the droplet of nectar he milked from it with her tongue like a humming bird.
But not so lost that she would give in and beg. She gritted her teeth in an effort not to give away her impending orgasm.
“She’s trying to hide it, Colb. Where’s the one place she can’t lie to us?”
“I’ll get the lube.”
“Don’t need it, there’s so much cream down here I’m gonna be drowning in it real soon.”
Emma stiffened as she felt him paint her anus with her cream. He wouldn’t, would he?
He did.
His finger slid into the clamped ring, clenched muscles no defense against his well-lubed digit. “Oh, Christ, she’s so fucking tight.”
“Just tell me if she starts to tighten. She’s not getting a sneak orgasm.” Ty was adamant as he provoked her further with the humming toy.
The insidious finger impaling her ass held Emma captive. Her eyes glazed over, and she didn’t see the slide and pull of Zach’s teasing hand. The thrill of Ty’s breath low on her body became background noise. With one finger Colby held her complete attention.
* * * *
Zach saw the look on her face. “Good girl, hone
y.” He rubbed the head of his cock across her lips, a pearly sheen painting the reddened bows. “Open up and let me in, Em.”
Obediently her mouth opened. Zach slid shallowly into the hot welcome of her mouth. His eyes closed and he sucked air through his teeth at the wet embrace. His hand slid from where it held both wrists to fist in her hair, the other he kept wrapped around his rampant dick to control his depth. She had only just begun to submit. Making her gag would bring her back to fighting them real quick.
“She just got wetter. Lord, I am going to drown.” Ty’s voice was sounding desperate. “Beg for me, Em.”
She shook her head, but the words were muffled. Zach’s curse told the reason.
“Christ, Zach, how is she supposed to answer with a mouth full of cock?”
“I don’t know, but keep askin’ her. It feels un-fuckin-believable when she tries to talk.”
Colby chuckled at his brother’s vehemence. “That is some mouth she has, huh?”
“I think I died and went to heaven.” Zach bit off a few curses as her teeth gently scraped him. Her mouth was sinful paradise. Luscious lips and tongue with the darker edge of sharp teeth. Zach’s personal Valhalla.
* * * *
“That’s it, honey, show me how much you want it.” Zach’s hand kneaded her scalp, the pinch and pull of hair deepening her pleasure.
Emma’s throat relaxed, letting the width of his cock slide deeper in the confines of her mouth, the addictive brine bathing her tongue as small amounts of cum escaped his control. Nothing mattered but taking him deeper, feeling him fill her, nothing more important than his salty tang.
Nothing, until Colby wiggled his finger.
She groaned around the meat of Zach’s cock, her mouth going slack as the illicit seduction of his questing digit ripped through her. Sensual decadence gripped her mind, her body the slave of the three men possessing her.