by Vanessa Vale
How the fuck did her father know about me and T? We hadn’t been secretive in our interest and every guy in Raines knew to steer clear of Ava. Based on the terse phone call, she hadn’t gabbed about us to him. Her mother? It didn’t sound like she spoke to either of her parents. Denver was two states away. I couldn’t imagine her father spending a minute here in Raines to check on his daughter, so that meant someone working for him was.
Ava crawled down the length of the bed and away from us. Tucker hooked an ankle to stop her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a look that should have shriveled his balls.
“You think it’s a fling?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that,” she countered. “I didn’t say anything. My dad did all the talking.”
She tugged her leg and Tucker let her go. She climbed off the bed and grabbed Tucker’s t-shirt from the floor, slipped it over her head. It was big on her, hanging down past mid-thigh, the neck hole almost falling off her shoulder. She looked rumpled and sexy and mad as hell.
“You know, he was quiet for months. No calls, nothing, just as he’d said. And since my mother does whatever he says, nothing from her either. Completely cut off. He probably thought I’d run out of money, debate whether I should live in a cardboard box and go hungry or return to the fold, tail between my legs. But no.” She crossed her arms over her chest, thrusting her tits up, her hard nipples clearly outlined through the cotton. “The one thing he did do, I’ll give him credit, was make me smart. The best schools paid off. Hell, he groomed me to work at CFG, I mean Carter Financial Group. Running a Feed and Seed? Cake. I love it. And, while I might have a mortgage on it, I’m not living in a fucking cardboard box.”
“He should be proud of you,” I told her. I was. She got out from under oppressive parents, did what she wanted. Her way.
She laughed. “Yeah, right. He only started calling again when you began sniffing around.” She pointed between the two of us as if we were the enemy.
I glanced at T. Yeah, he was thinking the same fucking thing. Someone was watching our girl.
“We weren’t sniffing around,” I countered.
“Marking your territory, whatever.” She tossed her hands up in the air.
“Look at your thighs, tiger. You’re marked all right. Our cum’s slipping from that pussy of yours.”
Her eyes narrowed even while she blushed. We’d talked once again about condoms, but we’d already gone bare and there was no going back. No fucking way. Fuck, it was so much better. Taking her bare, skin on skin, was what T and I had been waiting for. What we’d agreed we’d only do with The One. And Ava was the fucking one.
She might be itching for a fight, but she knew she belonged to us.
“Well, it certainly proves how wild I’ve been, doesn’t it?”
She was riled and pissed and wanted an outlet. We were it. But this wasn’t how it worked. She was supposed to talk about how she felt, how we could help her, not take out all her aggression with her dad on us. Oh, there was no doubt we could take whatever she wanted to dish out, but that wouldn’t get us anywhere. We needed her past this pissy stage and talking about what really was bothering her.
Who’d been in her corner before us? Kaitlyn, sure. But I doubted Ava would call her up and bare all her feelings about her dad to her, especially after what Kaitlyn’s dad had done, what he’d been like. Ava needed a therapist, or two men who would be there for her to listen. Unlike her fucking dad.
I took hold of her wrist, tugged her toward me, sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her over my lap, all within two seconds. Her head was by the floor on one side, her toes touching the carpet on the other. And over my lap, her upturned, bare ass. The t-shirt had ridden up with all the movement and she was ready for her spanking.
“Colton!” she cried, wiggling and trying to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Giving you the outlet you need.”
I spanked her once. Not too hard, but she’d feel the sting.
“Outlet? This isn’t an outlet! You can’t just spank me. I haven’t done anything wrong. And even then, you can’t spank me!”
I spanked her again. “Oh yeah? You’re pissed with your dad and taking it out on us. That’s not fair and you know it. We’re here for you, waiting to listen to the real problem.”
“The real problem is bossy, controlling men in my life!” she shouted, kicking her legs up. I pinned them down with one of mine.
Oh yeah, her ass was getting heated. I began spanking her without stopping. One side, then the other, never getting the same place twice.
“Tucker, make him stop!” she tried next.
T came around, sat beside her and stroked the back of her head. “Colton knows what you need.”
“A spanking?” she asked, even as I did just that. Spanked her again.
“Like he said, an outlet,” he replied. “Just give over. Let it go. Give your problems to us. Enough keeping shit to yourself.”
She didn’t get it for a minute, so I kept right on spanking as she wiggled and fought. Her ass was a fiery shade of pink, but I didn’t—and wouldn’t—spank hard enough to bruise or mar. Just sting for a little while. Then, all at once, she relaxed. Slumped onto my lap and cried.
Glancing at T, I gave her one last gentle swat, then stopped, ran my palm over her heated flesh.
“Shh, that’s it. Cry,” I crooned. I lifted her up, tucked her into my lap and I stroked my hand up and down her back as she let it all out. “We’re big enough to carry your burdens.”
And that made her cry even harder, my chest getting damp, but I didn’t give a shit.
I had to wonder if our tough as nails woman ever cried.
AVA
* * *
I had no idea how long I was snuggled up on Colton’s lap. All I knew was that they were talking to me and I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying. I was crying too hard. But then, it stopped. I’d let all the anger and frustration, the sadness at having parents who didn’t even really care about me, out. Oh, I’d known pretty much my whole life I was just a thing to them. Of course they’d have a child. But what they did with the child, other than to pose with in a few family photos for public relation pieces and holiday cards, no one cared about. I wasn’t neglected. Far from it. But my life had never been my own, not until I’d finally said enough.
And then, it was completely mine. It was all or nothing with my parents. After hoping I was something, they’d proved I was nothing to them.
That hurt. I just kept it bottled up, glad to just be free. Content in that alone. But it had festered. Obviously. I was a blubbering mess. My ass stung.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sniffing.
Tucker tilted my chin up so I met his gaze. He offered me a soft smile that shone in his eyes. This wasn’t the heated look of a lover. No, it was the tender offering of a man who considered me his.
“It’s okay for my tiger to be a kitten sometimes,” he replied. “You’re ours now, which means you have to share.”
I nodded, glanced up at Colton. He kissed my forehead. “Tell us, baby.”
I sighed and did just that. Told him about growing up. Being molded to run the company. To be paired off with Perry as business leaders and in marriage. How I didn’t want Perry, all of it.
“Your parents cut you out of their life because you wouldn’t take the job or the husband they assigned you?” Colton asked.
I shrugged, remembered I was still in his lap and tried to wiggle out. He tightened his hold, having none of it, so I relented.
“Pretty much.”
“And he cut you off for months, then started calling?”
“Yes.”
“He wants something from you.”
I agreed again. This time, when I wanted to get up, Colton let me. I paced in front of them as I thought. “I have a small trust fund from my grandmother which my parents can’t touch. It’s not a lot of money—at least by their standards—so it was never an issue. I used
a little of it for the down payment for the Seed and Feed, but it’s been sitting there, untouched otherwise. He can’t want that. I have nothing else of value to him. He doesn’t want the store, that’s for sure.”
“You’re what he wants, baby,” Tucker replied. “You have value to him. You always did. Perhaps that’s why he threatened you with being disowned so you’d stay, do what he’s always planned for you.”
I laughed, thinking of Perry. “Yeah, that’s not happening. I’m not marrying Perry.”
“I want to punch this Perry guy,” Colton said. “I can see why he’d go along with what your father wants because hell, he’d get you out of the deal. But a guy who needs a fucking deal to get a wife?”
“Total douche,” Tucker added. “He’s a non-issue. What I’m worried about is what you said on your call.”
I frowned, thinking about the short, one-sided conversation. They’d heard even less of it than me. “What?”
“He knew you were fucking us,” Colton answered.
I stilled, stared at the carpet, then looked to them.
“Holy shit.”
Both guys looked grim.
“He’s having me watched.”
9
AVA
* * *
My father may want something from me, might even be having me watched, but he wasn’t in much of a rush. Over the next week, I lived life as usual. I never saw anyone watching me with binoculars, no one approached. I ran the store just like I did every day, now with the familiar appearance of Colton or Tucker to check on me. It usually involved some kind of hanky-panky, except for one day when there was a steady stream of customers and Colton hadn’t been able to get near me. He’d made up for it that night, dragging me into his room and tying my hands to his headboard with the lasso rope from my initial visit. I had no idea I could come so many times, but Colton had been voracious and I hadn’t been able to do a thing. I had been completely at his mercy. At least until he called Tucker into the room and left me with him.
Then I’d been at Tucker’s whim. He’d asked me Who’s lassoed now?
And I’d loved every minute of it.
And the life as usual part? If it now involved wearing dresses with no panties beneath with my cowboy boots, then it was usual. And if it also involved a jeweled butt plug that one of them inserted before I went to work—since I was so high-maintenance, they’d ensured the color of the gem matched my outfit—then life was definitely usual.
And if this was my life, then I loved it. I loved them. I just hadn’t said it yet. Neither had they, but it showed in everything they did for me. Their protectiveness. Their fierce possessiveness. Their very naughty desires.
I hadn’t seen someone watching me—not before we figured out my dad had paid eyes in Raines—because I’d been too focused on Colton and Tucker. While they weren’t happy with someone sharing what we were doing with my dad, they didn’t care either. Our relationship wasn’t a secret. Mr. and Mrs. Duke were thrilled we were together. The town didn’t seem to be bothered by our threesome. Kaitlyn had her two men and she was the librarian.
Even so, Colton and Tucker refused to have me stay at my place alone. I’d be in one of their beds or I’d be spanked. That was what Colton threatened, and I’d gone along. Not because I knew what one of his spankings felt like, because I totally did, but it was no hardship for me to give in to this for them. What woman wouldn’t want to be in her men’s arms every night?
My father still called. I still ignored him and Colton and Tucker agreed. If that’s all he was doing—and the guy he had checking on me kept himself scarce—we let him do all the work.
Until we were on the couch one night after dinner. The TV was on, tuned to a football game, but I had no idea who was playing. I was laying across both their laps, sucking Colton’s cock. My dress was up around my waist as Tucker finger fucked me and played with the plug in my ass.
My cell rang from the kitchen and I lifted my head from Colton’s cock.
“Baby, if your mouth’s getting tired, then climb up here and take me for a ride,” Colton said, his hand stroking over my hair, then slid so his thumb could swipe across my lower lip. But my cum’s getting in you in the next two minutes.”
“Sorry,” I replied, licking my lips and the tip of his thumb. “I heard the phone and thought of my dad.”
Tucker spanked my upturned butt.
“Ow!” I cried, glancing over my shoulder at him.
“My fingers are in your soaked pussy and Colton’s cock’s been down your throat and you’re thinking of your father?”
He spanked me again.
“I’m sorry!” I cried, but I wiggled because this time, the spanking was making me hot.
“Here’s the deal, tiger,” Tucker said, his voice deep and full of intent as he slipped his fingers from me. “We’re going to fuck you.” Carefully, he pulled the plug from my bottom, circled his thumb over the relaxed, slick opening. “Here.”
I gasped, then got even wetter at the idea. They’d talked about it, how they would claim me everywhere, take that last virginity, someday take me together, one of them in my pussy, the other in my ass, but it had all been talk. Really hot, dirty talk.
They’d prepared me to take one of their huge dicks there, but I’d never asked when. It wasn’t like what we’d been doing hadn’t been hot and kinky enough. Just the idea of it made me eager. But now… god, would they even fit?
“Yes,” Colton said. “We’ve got to get you out of your pretty head. If that means fucking your gorgeous ass, then that’s just what we’ll do.”
Colton tugged me up, kissed me. When he pulled back, I met his dark eyes. “Then we’re taking you to Denver. Get this shit with your dad all figured out. Once and for all.”
“Get him out of your head, out of your life… if that’s what you want,” Tucker added.
I glanced at both of them, nodded, then kissed Colton right back. I didn’t think it was possible to like… love them even more than I already did. “You don’t have to go with me. I can deal with him on my own.”
“Of course you can. But why? You’ve got us, tiger,” Tucker said.
“Besides, it’s pretty hard for him to marry you off to this Perry fucker if you’ve got two other men already in line.”
My mouth fell open. Already in line? “You… you want to marry me?” I squeaked.
Tucker swatted my butt again, although not very hard. Still, it tingled. “What have we been telling you all along?”
“That I belong to you,” I replied easily.
“That’s right. And what does that mean?” Colton added.
I looked to him. “That you’re cavemen and you’ve dragged me by the hair back to your cave?”
Tucker swatted my butt again. “Sassy tongue.”
“No, it means that you belong to us,” Colton continued. “That we belong to you. We want you for keeps. And that means marriage.”
“But—”
“Do I need to put my dick back in your mouth so you’ll stop talking?”
I gave him a withering look, but it only made him grin.
“That death ray glare doesn’t work when your lips are all swollen from giving me a BJ and your ass has Tucker’s pink handprints all over it.”
He did have a point.
“We’re fucking bareback, tiger. You’re the one. Just so we’re clear. We’re marrying you.”
“That’s right,” Colton added. “We’ll get our rings on your finger soon enough. But first, Denver and dealing with the shit that’s keeping your head off of what’s important.”
He was right. This, us, was important. But I was still all bent out of shape about my family. I had to deal with that, then Colton, Tucker and I could make our own.
“It’s too late to get a flight today though.”
Tucker reached out and stroked my hair. “You’re a Carter, tiger. I’m sure one of your planes can pick us up.”
TUCKER
* * *
“In the meantime…” I said, but Colton picked Ava up and carried her upstairs and into his bedroom. I didn’t give a shit if it was his room or mine as long as there was a bed. And Ava on it.
I grabbed the lube from my nightstand before joining them, and Colton already had her dress off and was undoing the back clasp of her black lace bra. As she stood before us naked—while we’d told her no panties, she’d completely gone with it—Colton tipped up her chin, kissed her. Sweetly, gently, which was completely opposite about how I wanted this to go down. I wanted it hard and wild. Sweaty and a whole lot naughty, but taking her ass for the first time wasn’t the time for that.
“You with us, tiger? Where’s your head right now?” I asked. While I didn’t want her thinking of her father, fuck no, I wanted her completely on board with what we were about to do. We’d make it good for her, but there was no way we’d even play with her ass if she wasn’t into it.
I wouldn’t have even suggested it if she hadn’t enjoyed what we’d done with her so far. She enjoyed ass play. No, not enjoyed. Fucking loved it. The plugs, slipping a finger into her as we fucked her. All of it. She’d come hard—so fucking hard I thought she’d crush my dick—when I took her from behind and slowly worked my thumb in and out of that back hole.
She squirmed and began undoing the snaps on Colton’s shirt. “Here, with you. I’m so hot, so wet already. I want this. I want you to take me there.”
Colton stilled her hands with his. “Tucker’s going to take that cherry, baby. I’ll warm you up with a pussy fuck first. We’ll make it so good.”
She nodded, her hair spilling down her back and I couldn’t miss the way her nipples hardened to tight little berries. “You always do.”
Tossing the lube on the bed, I toed off my boots, stripped down. I could smell her on my fingers from earlier, knew how wet and ready she was. By the time Ava helped Colton with his clothes, I was behind her, sliding my hands over her soft skin. Like silk and pale, like cream. I reveled in the privilege of touching her, of having her between us. Knowing she was ours, that she was about to submit to us in the most intimate of ways.