by Marla Monroe
Randy kissed her next, but he, too, backed away far too soon.
“Rest, baby. We’re right here. We’re not going anywhere without you.” Travis continued to hold her hand as she closed her eyes once more.
* * * *
“She did what!” Travis’s angry voice woke her.
“Keep it down, brother. You’re going to wake her up. Let’s step outside.” Randy’s voice sounded just as angry as his brother’s but was much quieter.
“I’m already awake. What’s wrong?” Angela looked over to where Jace, both of her men, and the sheriff, Mac Tidwell stood near the door.
“Nothing’s wrong, Angel. We’ll take care of it. Go back to sleep, baby.” Travis had obviously tried to regain some control over his anger, but it still bled through in his voice.
“Don’t keep something from me, guys. I mean it. We have to be honest with each other or this isn’t going to work. Remember?” she asked.
Randy and Travis both had the grace to blush as they sighed in union. She knew she had won, but the obvious smile on the sheriff’s face made her mad.
“Don’t you dare laugh at them. I’ll tell Bethany on you.”
His quick sobering expression affirmed that Bethany was a force to be reckoned with in their family. She smiled at him and turned back to her guilty-looking men.
“What’s going on?”
“Um, we just found out who sent us some rather suggestive pictures of you with Jace when you were in town the other day,” Randy said.
“Pictures? What pictures?” She didn’t remember anything about them receiving pictures. “I sorted the mail and there weren’t any envelopes large enough to hold pictures addressed to either of you. What are you talking about?”
“Someone sent pictures to our cell phones suggesting that you were cheating on us. When we showed up at the house to talk to you about them, we found you in Jace’s arms and jumped to conclusions. We’re so sorry, baby.” Travis once again looked a bit sick.
“I want to see the pictures,” she said, not believing that they could look half as incriminating as they implied. She hadn’t done anything wrong with Jace.
Travis pulled out his phone and moved closer to the bed. He pressed on the screen a few times then handed it over to her. She read the first message before scrolling down to the first picture. Okay, it wasn’t all that bad. They were just talking. The next message and the next picture was a little more damning. It was the third picture that would have sealed the deal. It was when she’d tripped and Jace had kept her from falling on her face. That one looked bad.
Angela closed her eyes before holding out the phone toward Travis. “I can see why you were so upset to begin with when you walked into the office. I’m so sorry. I…”
Randy interrupted her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re the ones who should have stopped to question the validity of the photos. We should have asked questions first when we walked into the office before attacking Jace.”
She waved her hand in the air to stop him from continuing. “Let’s not get into this again now. Who sent the pictures?” She wanted to know who her enemy was.
“It was Belinda.” Jace was the one to answer her. “We traced the call to a disposable phone that we found in a dumpster behind the diner. The thing is, the stupid idiot bought the phone here in town not thinking that someone would remember that she’d bought it. Plus, we managed to lift a fingerprint off of it that matches hers we got off a glass at the diner a little while ago.”
“She’s not going to leave it alone, guys. She wants Randy, and she’ll keep causing trouble between us.” Angela felt as if the happiness she’d only briefly held in her heart was being snatched away from her again.
“No, she’s not.” The sheriff smiled. “It seems her parents are so embarrassed by her latest shenanigans that they are shipping her off to live in New York with her aunt. If she doesn’t go and stay there, they threatened to rewrite the terms of their will so that she couldn’t have access to her money until she was thirty and married. That was all it took to get her packing her bags. She flies out of Dallas tomorrow morning bright and early.”
Angela couldn’t help but smile. Maybe everything would work out all right after all. She reached over the bedside rail to grasp Travis’s hand. Randy shuffled closer and rested his hand on her shoulder before leaning over to kiss her gently on the lips.
“I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, Angela.” Randy brushed his lips across hers once more.
“We’re going to leave you guys alone now.” Jace’s voice reminded her they had an audience and were still in the hospital emergency room.
“When can I go home, guys?” she asked.
They stiffened above her for a brief second then relaxed. “We’re taking you home with us as soon as the nurse returns with your discharge papers. The doctor said you had to take it easy for a few days, but that you’re going to be fine.” Travis grinned down at her.
“You have three stitches in the side of your leg, Angela, so you’re going to have to behave and stay off it for a few days to let it heal up.” Randy winked at her.
“We think we know just the way to keep you in bed, too.” This time Travis winked at her.
She was sure her face had changed to a brilliant shade of red from the amount of heat that burned there. Naturally, the nurse chose that moment to return with papers for her to sign. She listened as the woman ran through the instructions for taking care of her stitches while she removed the IV from the back of her hand. Then she signed the papers and was relieved that they were going to give her a pair of scrubs to wear home since they had cut up the other clothes she’d been wearing getting them off of her.
“You know, I think you need some new clothes, Angel. We’ll have to plan a shopping trip as soon as you’re well enough to shop again.” Travis grinned at her.
Randy grinned at her. “Don’t worry, honey. Mom will insist on taking you herself so Travis won’t be allowed to help you change in the dressing room like he is planning.”
Angela couldn’t stop the chuckle of pure joy that escaped when she caught sight of Travis’s scowl at that news. She would have to watch out for that one. It was obvious that he had a bit of naughtiness hidden inside of him. For some reason, that bit of information didn’t scare her one bit. If anything, Angela’s blood rushed through her veins even as she felt her panties dampen. She might find out that she liked a little bit of naughty with her men just fine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Once they returned home, Travis carried her up to the bedroom and settled her in while Randy returned to her cabin to move everything over to the house. In three days, their parents would be arriving and expected to stay there while they visited. Angela couldn’t be happier to be with her men all the time now. She still had to remind herself over and over that they loved her regardless of where she’d come from, but she was working on it.
Friday night, Angela lay in bed bored out of her mind after Harley D had finished his visit with her and was once again banished to the laundry room. She was so tired of staying in bed she could scream. There was no reason she couldn’t go downstairs and sit for a while. The instructions from the hospital said she could walk short distances on her leg after the first twenty-four hours. It was Friday for goodness’ sake. She should be able to go dancing by now if she wanted to.
Finally she decided she’d had enough and had talked herself into making her way downstairs on her own. She would sit on the couch for a while and watch TV. The change of scenery would be good for her. Randy had offered to put a TV in the bedroom for her while she was recovering, but she hadn’t wanted to get in the habit of watching TV in bed. It was a practice she’d always detested. The bed was for sleeping—and other things, not for watching TV.
Angela listened hard to see if she could detect either of her men downstairs. Hearing nothing suggesting they were still in the house, she eased off the bed onto her good leg and
carefully walked across the room to the bathroom. After cleaning up some, she grabbed a robe off the back of the bathroom door and slipped into it. The thing swallowed her whole, but she figured it would work fine to keep her covered. The short T-shirt of Travis’s was large enough to cover the most important parts of her, but she preferred to have her legs covered as well in case of company.
She hitched the length up and held it out of the way as she carefully walked across the room and through the door. Pausing at the top of the stairs, Angela made sure she didn’t feel dizzy before she started the long slow journey down the steps. Once at the bottom, she sighed with relief and continued into the living room. There she picked up the remote to the TV and sank thankfully down on the comfortable couch, letting the robe cover her legs as they stretched out on the cushions.
At some point, she found an interesting documentary about the ancient Egyptians and eventually fell asleep. The sound of a door closing behind her jarred her awake and for a second she wasn’t sure where she was. The sound of Travis’s voice and then Randy’s brought a smile to her face as she remembered. As they grabbed beer out of the fridge, the two men talked about a cow that had tried to outmaneuver them. She could listen to them talk about their day for the rest of her life.
She greeted them with a smile on her face when they walked into the living room and saw her reclining on the couch. Her smile faltered some when both men frowned and slowly stalked toward her.
Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have come downstairs by myself after all. They look angry.
“What in the hell are you doing down here?” Randy asked with a soft growl in his voice.
“Who the fuck helped you get down here?” Travis didn’t sound much calmer.
“I was tired of lying in bed all alone up there. I got bored.” She knew she was pouting but hoped it would soften their anger some.
“I offered to put a TV up there for you,” Randy pointed out.
“I know. But I’m tired of that room. There’s no reason I can’t sit down here and watch TV.” She poked her lower lip out for effect.
Travis shook his head and stood over her with a dangerous-looking twinkle in his eyes. Angela knew she should be worried about that expression, but instead, she felt her body respond with a strange sort of excitement.
“Randy. I think she’s healed enough that we can carry on with her punishment now.”
“Punishment. For what?” A thrill shot down her spine to lodge in her pussy.
“We were to blame for everything that happened, baby, but make no mistake that you weren’t totally innocent, Angel. You should have trusted us enough to talk about what you were feeling.” Travis shook his head.
Randy bent over her and picked her up. She let out a squeal as he gently tossed her over his shoulder. His hand came down heavily on her upturned butt.
“Hey!” she yelped.
“What do you think, Travis? Ten or fifteen for not confiding in us?” Randy asked as he headed toward the stairs.
“Put me down, Randy!”
“I think ten for not telling us what she was worried about and another ten for taking a chance and coming downstairs alone today. She could have fallen down the stairs and seriously hurt herself.” Travis’s voice came from below her as Randy started up the stairs.
“You’re not going to spank me twenty times!” Angela couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Hmm, she’s talking back, too. Maybe we should add another five on for that,” Travis added.
“I like how you think, brother.”
When they reached the top of the stairs, Randy walked faster toward the bedroom as if he couldn’t wait to lay into her. Angela couldn’t believe they would enjoy spanking her like that. Sure, she wouldn’t mind an occasional game of it, but not for real. She screeched when Randy suddenly moved her off his shoulder and sat down with her across his lap.
“Are you going to be a good little angel and take your punishment or do we need to tie you down?”
“You are not tying me down to beat me!” She tried to get off his lap, but one hand held her there at the small of her back.
Travis bent down next to her and kissed her cheek. “Now, now, baby. Don’t tempt us, angel.”
Then someone threw the hem of the robe over her head and a large, warm hand caressed her ass cheeks. It had to be Randy’s hand by the feel of the size of it. She dropped her head and sighed. Obviously they were intent on punishing her. She wasn’t going to fight them over it. She’d kept things from them, and that had started the entire incident in the first place. She could handle a spanking. She didn’t really believe they would hurt her.
Randy’s hand came down on her ass cheek in a stinging slap twice. Then she felt blunt fingers gently fingering her pussy. The next sensation to her stinging ass cheeks was a warm, wet mouth laying kisses over the burning, licking away the slight sting left there from Randy’s earlier slap.
Angela couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as those blunt fingers slowly slipped deeper inside her already-slick pussy. She wanted to rock back on them but was afraid to move in fear they would disappear.
“I think twenty orgasms are a good start to her punishment, brother.” Randy’s deep voice sounded even rougher now.
She curled an arm around his lower leg to hold herself still even as her body wanted to move back against the fingers moving in and out of her cunt. As much as she wanted their cocks filling her, she wasn’t about to throw away a climax at their hands. Those were good, too.
“What do you think, baby? Do you deserve twenty orgasms?”
“Please.” She couldn’t get anything else out of her mouth as another finger slowly dragged some of her juices from her dripping pussy back toward her dark hole.
“Let’s move her over to the bed, Randy. I’ve got to taste her,” Travis said in a raspy voice.
Randy picked her up and pivoted to lay her gently face-first on the bed. He lay down beside her and took her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss that seemed to stop time. His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth to plunge inside the instant she opened to him.
Her legs were spread wide as Travis settled himself between them. She felt odd lying on her stomach, but soon forgot all about it as Travis stabbed her pussy with his stiffened tongue. He fucked her with it once, twice, then circled her aching clit and proceeded to lap at her juices as they seeped from her body. Each touch of his mouth at her pussy burned a need for more deeper and deeper until her cunt quivered with the need for a hard, hot cock to fill it.
Once again he collected her pussy juices with his fingers to smooth over her anus. As he sank one thick finger into her pussy, he pressed another one into her ass, one slow inch at a time. The pressure was exquisite even as she fought to press back against him to take more of him inside of her. She wanted—needed more, so much more. Angela wanted to once and for all belong wholly to them so that there was never any doubt in her mind or theirs that she did.
“Take me, Travis. Oh, God! Take me.”
“Come for me first, sweet angel. Give me your pleasure.” Travis added a second finger to her throbbing pussy before latching onto her clit with his devilish mouth.
The direct stimulation to that ball of nerves proved to be more than she could handle. Fire raced through her body as his questing fingers slid back and forth over her hot spot deep in her cunt. The draw of his mouth at her clit added to the pleasure that engulfed her.
“Yes!” She couldn’t stop the scream that followed as everything around her disappeared in a warm fire that burned her from the inside out.
When she slowly returned to reality, it was to find herself on top of Randy with his long hard dick pressed at her entrance. As if all he’d been waiting on was for her to regain awareness, his eyes captured hers just before he sank deep inside her still-quivering cunt. Swollen tissue parted to accommodate his girth, adding another level of burn to simmer within her.
“Fuck, Angela. You’re so damn hot and tight.”
His words seemed torn from him as he hissed when she sank down the last inch of his cock, mating their bodies as close as they could get to each other and still remain separate.
All she could see and feel revolved around Randy as he pumped his dick into her body, pulling her down as he pressed up. Each thrust seemed intent on branding her as his. The fierce expression on his face could have been frightening if she couldn’t see the emotion in his eyes. There was lust, yes, but there was love and even adoration in the fire of his hazel eyes. Angela would never be able to doubt his feelings for her again. This was what they needed, this intense coupling that bound them together, all three of them.
Angela turned her head to find Travis watching them, appreciation and passion etched deeply into his features. She reached back to include him in the moment that was their pledge to their relationship. His feral smile assured her he would be joining them soon even as he gently pushed her down to relax over his brother’s chest.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Angela,” Travis whispered behind her.
She felt his hands as he smoothed them down her back to caress her buttocks. The rough calluses of his fingers sent shivers across her body. A pop followed by a cool drizzle of lube down her crack alerted her to his intentions even as he massaged it into her back hole with his finger. The press of first one, then two deep inside her ass was a welcome pinch and burn. More lube soon made the press of his fingers in and out of her little rosette easier. She pushed back against his fingers, wanting him to hurry and replace them with his thick cock.
The snap of the cap on the lube along with the withdrawal of his fingers warned her that his cock would soon be replacing them. She ordered her body to relax as Travis spread her ass cheeks wide and guided his dick to her stretched opening. The first press of his spongy cockhead burned and pinched as the broad cap breached her, sending a burning fire through her body.