by BJ Wane
Until the assault at the club, Dominion.
If only they would have told her the truth from the beginning, or at least once they deemed she was no longer in danger. Then she wouldn’t have woven fantasies around them caring for her as part of their family, she wouldn’t have grown comfortable thinking of them as the parents she never knew or remembered. Like shattered glass, her emotions had splintered apart and fragmented the moment she heard Jordan’s damning words and opened up a black chasm of nothingness when one thought worked its way to the forefront through her grief. What now?
As Kelsey lay on the bed, her body shaking from the gripping onslaught of her despair, she didn’t hear the door open or the rustle of clothing. The covers were pushed out from under her and she didn’t stop crying or lift her head. But when the bed dipped with Greg and Devin’s weight and their naked, hot-as-a-furnace bodies pressed against her shivering form, their deep tenors finally penetrated the fog of heartache clouding her mind.
“Stop now, little bit, or you’ll break my heart,” Greg whispered in her ear as he untucked her shirt.
Devin’s low, guttural demand came from her other side. “Enough, baby, before you hurt yourself.”
She lifted and rolled at their urging, let them strip her clothes off and then sighed in blissful need as her bare flesh came into contact with all of those rippling muscles covered with smooth skin and hair-roughened limbs. Giving off as much heat as an Arizona desert, the coldness invading her body for the last hour slowly dissipated. A pent-up, convulsive sob broke through as they turned her on her side and swept their abrasive palms down her body, front and back. She moaned as they brought nerve endings to life with light grazes and hard squeezes, sweeping touches everywhere except where she needed them most.
“Please,” she choked out, arching into their hands, shivering as hard, hot and heavy cocks brushed her stomach and pressed between her buttocks.
“Quiet, Kelsey. Don’t talk, don’t think. Just feel.”
“No, sir, Master Greg. I need you. I need more.” Kelsey didn’t even wince at her whimpering, pleading tone; she was too far immersed in despair and aching need to care how desperate she sounded.
Devin’s rare chuckle rumbled against her back. “While I like hearing our respected title coming out of your mouth, you’re still not calling the shots.”
A stinging slap landed on her right buttock, the burn sending her blood in a heated rush through her veins. She pressed closer to Greg only to have him work a hand between their sweat-dampened bodies and slide down to press up between her legs. Kelsey’s frantic lust-induced state was fast reaching the boiling point, need for the sweet oblivion of a climax overruling everything else.
With a soft cry, she rolled on top of Greg, straddled his waist and rose above his straining erection. Reaching down, she gripped the pulsing shaft and pleaded with them again. “Please.”
Their dual curses and quick fumbling over the side of the bed barely registered. A swath of moonlight streaming through the window above the bed bathed her body in a white glow as she held her breath waiting for Greg to sheath himself. Devin leaned up on an elbow and circled one turgid nipple with his finger before flicking the tender bud with a scrape of his nail.
“Yes!” Acceptance of the pinprick burst from her mouth as she arched back, thrusting her breasts forward. “More,” she demanded as Greg gripped her hips and urged her down by slow increments, way too slow for the lust raging through her.
“No!” he snapped out when she tried taking all of him in at once. “I’m big and you’re too fucking small.” He tightened his hands on her hips. “I’ll say how much, how fast.”
Kelsey sucked in a deep breath as he worked his way inside her, stretching muscles, scraping along sensitive, swollen tissues inch by slow, excruciating inch. She quivered and tightened around his steely girth as he bumped her womb. And then they took her over; Greg lifting her up, dragging her slick pussy along his rigid length before pummeling back up with a deep plunge while Devin made free with the rest of her bowing body. He plucked at her nipples and tickled her abdomen; traced along her sides and across her buttocks before pinching the fleshy globes.
The reality of Jordan’s disclosures faded as raw sexual hunger invaded her body and took command of her senses. Her breath lodged in her throat, trapped so she couldn’t breathe but for ragged gasps as they overwhelmed her with each forceful cock thrust and every hand sweep and finger tug on nipples, butt and everywhere in between. The orgasm hit her with hard waves of jolting pleasure as she rocked on Greg’s lunging body and arched under Devin’s marauding hand.
She was still trembling from the dichotomy of riotous sensations they had whipped up as they lowered her between them again. But Kelsey wasn’t ready to deal with her past yet, not with that one word still echoing in her muddled head. More.
“We have more, baby, but you should be careful about insisting on what you want.”
Kelsey didn’t realize she’d spoken the word aloud until she heard Devin’s growl in her ear and became smothered by his six-foot-two body covering her as he tucked her under him. “Being careful is your job,” she panted, reaching between them, grabbing his sheathed cock and spreading her legs as she guided him into her still pulsating sheath. “Fuck me, please. I can think tomorrow.”
Unable to resist, Devin powered into her, keeping his torso levered high enough for Greg to reach between them to pluck, pull and twist her nipples into reddened peaks. Kelsey’s mewling cries and jerking hips egged him on, gave him permission to go deeper, ram faster, harder. Her slick pussy clenched around his dick as Greg elongated her nipples with fierce tugs and wedged his head between them to swallow her strident cry with the hard pressure of his mouth.
Lifting her legs around his back, her thighs tensed against his sides as he rode her with unrelenting, body-jarring, bed-creaking vigorous fucking. Her breathing grew as labored as his, those velvet soft muscles clamping around his thick length, tight as a vice as they massaged his girth with taut clutches, pumping his climax forward.
“Now, Kelsey,” he ordered, unable to hold back from the heat of her spasming muscles. “Yeah, that’s a girl.” His groan of pleasure as she soaked him with her orgasm, her hips keeping up with his pounding rhythm, resonated around the room. Devin shook as orgasmic pulsations quivered up his shaft and spewed forth in a torrent of mindless pleasure that knocked him back a peg.
“Jesus,” he panted, sliding out of her snug grip. Flicking Greg an accusing glare, he whispered above the small quaking body under him, “Now the fuck what?”
Greg reached over and swept Kelsey’s damp hair off her neck and face, watching her eyelids drop closed with a small sigh of sated, exhausted contentment. “Now, we keep her safe.”
“And then?” he persisted.
“And then she goes home. That’s what she wants.”
Devin turned from refilling the coffee pot when he heard Kelsey coming down the hall. His gut tightened as soon as she came around the corner and the anguish lurking in her puffy, red eyes changed to derision as soon as she saw him. Wearing nothing but the silky nightshirt she must have slipped on upon rising, her fey appearance and fragile demeanor drew him like a magnet, and he swore Greg would answer for that after she left. As he’d been telling himself lately, just because he was drawn to her as a Dom didn’t mean anything other than he wasn’t entirely opposed to her presence anymore.
Sliding onto a stool at the counter, she cocked her head and said, “You must have drawn the short straw and gotten stuck with babysitting me first. Sucks to be you since you never wanted me here in the first place.”
Leaning back against the counter, he crossed his arms and replied in a frigid tone, the pain in her eyes getting to him. “Knock it off, Kelsey. You’re upset at what the McAllisters found out and kept from you. I get it. But don’t put words in my mouth or make assumptions based on their actions. I was about to fix an omelet. Do you want one?”
“I’m not hungry.”
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She pouted and he suppressed the urge to order her to eat something. It would take time for her to reconcile with what she had learned about her past but he could push her along that path with a gentle nudge. Pouring her coffee, he added cream and handed it to her across the counter, not surprised when she questioned him.
“How did you know I take cream? You’ve never been here in the mornings when I’ve gotten up.”
“Because I use cream also and Greg drinks his black. It was an easy deduction when I noticed how much was gone each morning. Don’t go long without eating. You need to keep your strength up.”
Her jaw tightened but she didn’t say anything until she’d taken a few sips of coffee. When she did, he knew she was deliberately trying to piss him off. “Maybe you should be charging me like your other guests, or better yet, send a bill to the McAllisters. It was their idea for me to hole up with you.”
Reaching across the counter, Devin gripped her chin and squeezed until he knew he had her focused attention. “I know you’re upset with Jordan and Theresa but give them a break. They were looking out for you and have had nothing but your best interests and safety at heart.”
Tears filled her wide blue eyes until Kelsey wrenched away from his hold and blinked them away. “Thanks for the coffee. I need to get to work.”
“Keep your curtains and window closed and leave the door open,” he instructed as she hopped off the stool with mug in hand. “Greg’s working the cattle today. When you’re ready for a break, let me know and we can join him.”
She waved her free hand. “Don’t you have guest duties?”
He shook his head. “The hunting party left at dawn and won’t return until tonight and our two couples are taking off on their own in their vehicles. The next group activity isn’t until we swim with the horses, tomorrow.”
“Lucky me then. I’ll be your only obligation today.”
Devin watched her walk down the hall, wishing he could erase the insecurity and despair that had returned to her wide blue eyes by telling her she wasn’t an obligation. But just because he’d softened toward having her here and was determined to ensure she stayed safe now they knew the threat against her was real didn’t mean she wasn’t an obligation. He wouldn’t lie and wouldn’t say something he wasn’t sure was true and add to her burden of coping with the two most important people in her life having already done that.
I don’t care, I don’t care. Honestly, why should it bother her Devin hadn’t denied she was just an obligation, even after last night? It shouldn’t upset Kelsey so much, just as learning the McAllisters had taken her in and kept such close tabs on her all these years because they felt duty bound shouldn’t hurt. But it did.
Her phone buzzed as she reached her room, but when she saw Theresa’s name on the screen, she tossed it on the bed without answering. She didn’t bother closing the door as she stripped off her nightgown, grabbed her jeans and a top and then padded naked into the hall toward the bathroom. Both Devin and Greg had seen and touched every inch of her body and knew where she was lacking, she mused, looking down at her small, B cup breasts. Losing herself in pleasure had been a welcome respite from the grief the McAllisters’ revelations had unleashed and she didn’t regret pleading for more from both men.
Three hours later, Kelsey shoved away from the computer with frustration crawling under her skin from the nonstop upsetting thoughts still plaguing her. All four of her previous break-ups combined didn’t hurt her as much as the McAllisters’ deception, but just like with those disappointments, she was determined to put it behind her and move on. After changing into shorts, she left her room in search of Devin.
She found him in their shared office, sitting behind the desk with a scowl on his face as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Shoving aside the sudden longing for a comforting hug from him, she crossed her arms and stated, “I’m going to the creek to visit with Otis and Silas. Are you coming?”
Crap. Why does that cool, appraising look get to me every time? “If you’re leaving the house, so am I. Making sure you stay safe has to be easier than figuring out Greg’s accounting.”
She wasn’t in the mood to be nice, so why did she find herself offering her services? “I can take a look at your books this afternoon, if you want.” She shrugged, as if she didn’t care if either he or Greg trusted her with their financial information.
“I would be forever grateful, and I know Greg would be too.” Crossing the room, he surprised her by doing exactly what she wanted him to. Clasping her elbows, he hauled her against him and swooped down to take her lips in a searing kiss that brought her to her toes.
Kelsey forgot about her hurt feelings and pissy mood as Devin lifted her higher. On a low moan, she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles against his back to secure her place as she rocked her crotch against his hard bulge. With one step, he had her pressed up against the wall, his mouth still moving with aggressive force over hers, his tongue never slowing in his invasive stroking inside her mouth. One hand shifted to her butt then under the loose leg of her shorts followed by a finger wedging inside her panties to tease her pussy lips.
She whimpered and tried to make it easier for him to slide that finger inside her. He did, just enough to rub her swollen clit and send her into the throes of a quick, gushing climax. Shaking from the sudden onslaught, she mewled as he released her lips and pulled out of her pussy at the same time.
“There. Feel better?” he asked as he moved back and she dropped her legs with a soft sigh.
Kelsey blinked several times to get her bearings while the last tremors of pleasure dwindled to small pulses. “I… why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to, and you needed me to. Let’s go. I could use a walk.”
Devin held her hand and kept her at his side as they trekked through the woods to the creek. Kelsey remained quiet, telling herself that kiss and considerate orgasm meant nothing. As if knowing what was going on in her head, Devin gave her the silence, if not the space, she needed to come to terms with his about face toward her. As if she didn’t have enough to muddle her thinking already.
“There you are.” Silas waved them over as soon as they emerged from the trees.
Sinking down onto the ground by their camp chairs, she wrinkled her nose as Otis reeled in a wiggling trout. “I still don’t get it, but hey, whatever floats your boat, guys.”
“She’s a city girl,” Devin drawled, sitting next to her and taking the pole Otis handed him.
“And don’t you forget it,” she retorted.
He didn’t look at her as he tossed the line and said, “No, baby, I won’t.”
I’ll miss the way he calls me baby in that slow drawl. Just one more thing to fret over, she bemoaned.
They hung out for an hour, the guys tossing their catches into a bucket after Devin offered to grill them this evening. As he took her hand and led her back down the wooded path, Kelsey found herself reluctant for the other guests to return to the ranch. She rather enjoyed having Devin to herself. The only thing that could have made the afternoon better would have been Greg’s presence too.
Halfway back to the ranch an uneasy feeling skittered down her back, turning her palms damp and lifting the tiny hairs on her arms. Casting a quick look through the dense foliage, an eerie, uncomfortable sense of being watched crept under her skin.
“What’s wrong?” Devin moved closer, his body tense against hers as he looked around, his free hand inching around behind him.
“Just a funny feeling. Are you carrying a gun?” He nodded without taking his eyes off the woods. Instead of alarming her, knowing he was armed helped ease the trepidation alarming her. “Someone needs to neutralize this threat against me fast,” she grumbled, picking up her step. “I’ll be damned if I spend my last week here cowering in fear.”
“Working on it,” he assured her, both of them breathing easier once they emerged from the woods.
Devin kept hold of Kelsey’s
hand as he too had sensed someone, something sinister in the woods. Like Greg, he never discounted it as nothing when that sixth sense kicked in. Suspicion prompted him to make a mental note of the guests’ who had returned as he steered her toward the corral where he spotted Greg and Tom. Both the Sorensons and Kilpatricks’ vehicles were once again parked in front of their cabins and several members of the hunting party were mingling around the corral.
“What’s up?” Greg asked as soon as they reached him, his voice low enough only Devin heard the underlying sharp edge of concern.
“Take over while I check something out,” was all he said, knowing Greg would catch on. With a nod, Greg took Kelsey’s hand from him.
Devin found what he was looking for ten minutes later. About ten yards from the trail in the woods, he came upon a spot where the foliage had been flattened, likely from someone lying prone for a while, as if in wait. It was too close to the cabins and too far from a designated hunting area for a hunting scout to be off track. It could be nothing, just coincidence, but neither he nor Greg would discount the disturbance just yet.
“How was your walk?” Greg left Tom visiting with a few of the hunters who had returned early as he escorted Kelsey to the smallest barn.
“Good, but I think Devin got the same queasy feeling of being watched right before we got back here. Where are we going?”
He picked up the pace, not one to ignore anyone who claimed to sense eyes on them, especially if that someone was Kelsey or Devin. “I’m sure if someone was lurking in the woods, for whatever reason, Devin will find evidence.” Opening the barn door, he ushered her inside, both of them blinking to adjust going from bright sunshine into a darkened space. “This is where we bring livestock to give birth. The separation from the herd is less stressful for mama. This pair,” he paused at the first stall, “will be turned back out to pasture today. The calf is two days old.”
“Oh, he’s so cute.” She frowned, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at him. “I don’t want to know what you breed them for, do I?”