Suddenly someone cleared their throat and everything stopped. A cold empty, feeling settled deep inside River. Julio had removed his finger and soon small whispers were heard. Being so close to the promised orgasm only to have it taken away almost brought River to tears. She was so immensely frustrated she couldn’t take it anymore. All she could think about was how desperately she wanted to have Julio back inside her. It felt like a piece of her was missing.
After what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute, Julio returned without a word. River heard the cap on the bottle of lube pop open. Finally, she would get the orgasm she needed. As she heard Julio’s footsteps draw nearer she felt the same nervous feeling in her stomach that she had felt when they first kissed not too long ago. When he finally reached her she knew this was it. She could feel the cold familiar feeling of lube being rubbed on her inviting hole.
It didn’t last long as the tip of Julio’s cock pressed against her entrance. Julio continued to press his rock-hard cock into her ass and she could tell he was bigger than she first thought and much bigger than the finger he had previously fucked her with. She tried to relax and let him penetrate her, knowing that tensing up would only make it worse.
River’s ass stretched wider than she ever thought possible. It was like he was trying to cram the entire world into her. The gag still stuffed in her mouth muffled her moan, half from pleasure and half from pain. She could feel every inch of him as he slid his cock deeper into her.
Still bound and tied up, she couldn’t move.
Miguel removed the gag from her mouth and pressed his cock against her pussy lips. Miguel grabbed River’s thighs and lifted her into the air. Her legs spread, inviting Miguel into her wet pussy. Slowly, almost gently, Miguel’s hard cock slid into her dripping wet pussy, instantly filling her and stretching her more than ever before. The cock in her ass was not so gentle. Already wide open, Julio’s cock penetrated easily and began to thrust deep into her. As Julio vigorously pounded her, he reached his strong, rough hands around her and grabbed at her breasts. The massaging of her soft breasts sent waves of pleasure though her body, almost lulling her into a relaxed state of pleasure. Every time she would begin to fade out, he would pinch and twist her nipples and immediately pull her back to reality.
The cock in her pussy slid back and forth, each time going a little deeper and a little faster. Eventually Miguel matched the pace of his brother and together they hammered into River as if they were an automatic drilling machine on full power.
The sensations of the giant cocks fucking her in unison quickly brought River to the edge of orgasm. Her mind raced as she drifted off into a fantasy world that even the pinching of her nipples couldn’t bring her back from. She imagined what she looked like, trussed up and helpless as two men ravaged her body over and over again.
Letting out a loud moan, she clenched around the cocks. Every muscle in her body became tense as waves of pleasure overtook her. The brothers continued to pump into her as first one cock came into her and then the other. Her tensing muscles milked every drop out of the men as they all three orgasmed. It was too much for River. She drifted into darkness as she passed out from the pleasure.
Chapter Nine
“Good morning, love,” Brice said, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. Vanessa smiled up at him, wishing she knew how to start this conversation. Since talking with River over at Macie’s yesterday, she couldn’t concentrate on anything. All she could think about was how to explain what it was she wanted, needed, from Peter, Carter, and Brice. If they could give her what she had in mind, then she would feel better about marrying them. “You okay, Van?”
Vanessa looked up and noticed that all three of her men were standing before her. She was so lost within her own mind, she didn’t even hear them come in. “Just been thinking, that’s all.”
“Seems pretty serious,” Peter said. “Wanna talk about it? Maybe we can help.”
“I had lunch with River in town yesterday and she got me thinking about our situation.”
“We don’t have a situation.” Peter stiffened. “We claimed you and we’re going to marry you. All you need to do is set the date.”
“It isn’t that easy, Peter.” She sighed. This wasn’t going as planned. Peter already had his defenses up and Carter had gone mute. Poor Brice looked as if she killed his favorite pet and she was feeling like shit for even contemplating asking them this.
“What is going on, Vanessa?” Brice asked softly.
Well, here goes nothing, she thought. “I want to marry you, I really do, but I’m scared of what comes after.”
“What do you mean?” Peter asked.
“I mean after. I know you guys want more kids, but I can’t give them to you. I don’t want to be the one who stops you from having your dream of a family.”
“Baby, we’re already a family. We have Colby. I told you that before. If Colby is our only child, we’re happy with that. He is an awesome kid. We just want you to be happy. Is that why you’ve been stalling about setting a date? Do you think we’re marrying you to have more kids?” Brice asked, sitting down next to her.
“No,” she sighed. She needed space. None of this was coming out right. She was making a bigger mess of everything. She had no problem explaining everything to River. Why couldn’t she say the same thing to them?
“Guys, why don’t you give me a moment alone with Vanessa,” Carter said softly. Vanessa stood where she was and said nothing as Peter and Brice left the kitchen. She wanted so much to run to them and give them a hug, but she couldn’t get her legs to move. She’d hurt them, and there was no taking it back. “Come with me, Vanessa,” Carter asked with his hand held out to her. Without thinking, she placed her hand in his as he walked her to the living room. After sitting on the couch, Carter said, “It’s your leg, isn’t it? That’s why you are hesitant.”
All Vanessa could do was nod. She felt like she was disappointing them, and it hurt.
“Baby, do you remember me telling you what my father does?”
“No.”
“My father’s firm, James Technologies, is the leading manufacture of artificial limbs in the world. He is contracted with the United States military to provide the best artificial limbs out there to wounded and amputee soldiers. The leg you are wearing right now is one of my father’s designs.”
“Well it sucks, because I can’t do anything but walk with it.”
“I know. What you need is a new prosthesis, not only for walking but for running.”
Vanessa gasped.
“Yeah, it didn’t take long to figure out what part of the problem was. You were a military soldier, baby. You’re used to running every morning. How many miles did you run before you lost your leg?”
Vanessa sniffed. “Five miles every day, rain or shine.”
“And you miss it?”
Vanessa just nodded, trying desperately to keep her tears at bay.
“Baby, what if I told you that my father has offered to help? When we started seeing each other, I called him and told him about you. He knows the limb you are wearing is over seven years old. He wants to help you get back your mobility. He can’t replace your leg, but he can give you the means to run again, and maybe the freedom you once had.”
“He would do that for me?”
“Sweetheart, you are going to be his daughter-in-law. He wants only the best for you.”
And that was Vanessa lost it. Reaching out for Carter, she grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him so tightly. Her body shook with relief and fear. Going to the Veterans Hospital wasn’t cutting it anymore. She knew that and stopped going. She figured they couldn’t help her anymore and what mobility they managed to give her was all she was ever going to get. Now, there was a possibility that she could have more, and that ripped her heart open and let hope seep in once again.
“I’ll call my father and make the arrangements. Can you take a couple of days off away from the store?”
; Vanessa just nodded, too afraid to say anything.
“Good. Then why don’t you go get packed, and I’ll let the boys know we’re leaving.”
“Today?” Vanessa asked, shocked. “We’re going today?”
Carter smiled, and wiped her tears away. “Well of course, silly. I’m not going to have my best girl wait for her freedom. If my girl wants her freedom, then I am going to do everything I can to make sure she gets it.”
* * * *
Julio Sanchez walked into the Pleasure Cave a man on a mission. It had been a couple of years since he set foot in this place and it was nice to see that it mostly looked the same. Well, except for the pretty brunette kissing Gabriel Sexton in public. He had heard a while ago that Gabriel had gotten married to Antoinette Hicks in an elaborate ceremony, along with his best friend and brother Alexander Ellis. Julio couldn’t say he blamed Gabriel. The woman was stunning.
“I said no, Antoinette,” Gabriel said firmly.
“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Gabriel. I was just letting you know what I am going to do,” his wife replied.
“We can have this discussion later.”
“This discussion is over. I’ve made my decision,” she replied, laughing, as she turned and sauntered off. Julio wondered why the big, illustrious Dom was letting his wife talk to him that way. Gabriel had never been one to accept disobedience before and yet he just let his wife steamroll over him.
Treading with caution, Julio made his presence known. “Hello, Gabriel.”
“Mr. Sanchez. It’s been a long time,” Gabriel said, not taking his eyes off his wife. “Do you see what I have to put up with? She is going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, but what an enjoyable death it will be.” Julio smiled.
Grinning, Gabriel turned, shaking his hand. “I heard you and your brothers were back. What brings you to the Pleasure Cave?”
“A job.”
Gabriel smiled and clapped him on the back. “Let’s talk.”
* * * *
“You’re fired!”
Tristan Wallace Summerfield had seen some crazy shit in his thirty-five years of life. However, watching his supervisor literally jack off was the last draw. He wasn’t paying the man to play with himself. He was paying the man to finish the construction on his new multimillion-dollar office building that was going to be the headquarters for his northwest operations.
Deciding to move his main headquarters to Montana wasn’t an easy decision, but when his New York building received another bomb threat, and it just happened to be a real live bomb in his building, well, he decided it was time to move.
Running one of the world’s largest mining companies had been bred into his bones since birth. His great grandfather started the company from scratch and, well, through the years, he had listened to every story, incident, acquisition, and merger his family ever participated in. His life was strenuous, monotonous, and downright tedious at times, but he loved every minute of it.
Working in the mining field was appealing for Tristan. He loved going to different countries and finding oil, gases, and minerals that his company could harvest and make money from. He was skilled at his job. His grandfather told him that he had the Midas touch when it came to finding money, and when he was old enough to travel he spent his life hopping from country to country with his father and grandfather.
Tristan had seen it all, from the Great Wall of China to the Niagara Falls. The world was his oyster, and he refused to give up, but when it came to the health and welfare of his employees, well, that was another story. Those people were the bread and butter of the company. They were the ones that kept him in the lifestyle he was accustomed to and Tristan considered them family. No one messed with his family.
Therefore, to protect what belonged to him, he made the hard decision to move to Montana. For those who chose not to make the move, he offered them a generous severance package and a glowing recommendation, but for the others, who were eager to start fresh in the wilds of Montana, well, he made sure they were taken care of, too.
When he found the large acreage of land just on the outskirts of a town called Celestial, he was thrilled. Not only was the land large enough for his base of operations, it was large enough for a small community to house all of his employees. To make sure his employees still had all the amenities, Tristan was working tirelessly with different corporations to bring in some of the smaller business, like a decent gas station, a grocery store, and a small shopping center. He also found out that the nearest town, Treasure Cove, was in desperate need of funding for a new library, so, not wanting to ruffle any feathers over there, he just wrote the city a small check.
Tristan had done his research well. He needed the residents of both communities to like him, and if he had to throw around some money to accomplish that, then so be it, he was happy to do so, just as long as no one interfered when it came time to start drilling.
Money was never an object to Tristan, just a means to an end to get what he wanted. Why would the towns of Celestial and Treasure Cove be any different? For the last two decades, both towns had gone stagnant. Caught up in the political drought, the two towns had seen some rough times, but what they lacked in funds and entertainment, they made up for in character. Dear Lord, did both towns have that in abundance. Tristan was shocked when he found out that both towns delved into ménage relationships and catered to the BDSM lifestyle. He didn’t judge anyone, hell, he enjoyed the fact that both towns were with the times and free, so to speak. It was going to make his business and personal life better.
However, none of his dreams were going to come to fruition if he couldn’t find a foreman who could pick up a hammer instead of his dick!
He needed his office building done, like, yesterday, and he was already two months behind on the homes for his employees. Time was running out, and if he didn’t get control of this situation, he was going to lose millions, and losing money wasn’t an option.
“You can’t fire me, there ain’t no one else around to do this big of a job,” the overweight, balding man sneered as he zipped up his pants. “Besides, no one is gonna want to work for a fancy like you. You ain’t local and never will be.”
“Oh, I can assure you that I can fire you, and don’t you worry about me, I will find someone else to finish this job. Now get off my property,” Tristan ordered firmly, standing his ground. Tristan had been around bullies like Mr. Perkins his whole life. It was men like him who gave real men a bad name. The sly comments and evil snickers at one time set his blood boiling, but not anymore. Now, he ignored them, moved on, and forgot men like Mr. Perkins ever existed.
Tristan knew he wasn’t a typical heterosexual man late in college when he fell hard for one of his best friends. Shocked the hell out of him, too, but what could he do about it? His heart loved who it wanted, and he made no excuses. His friend, Alexander Ellis, was decent about the whole thing, too, as he realized his true feelings. Though Alexander didn’t swing that way, they stayed friends over the years. It was that friendship and the cheap land prices that brought him to Celestial and Treasure Cove.
Working long hours and not giving himself time off was starting to take its toll on him. He needed rest and relaxation. Well, at least that was what his latest doctor said, but since he never listened to the three before, he wasn’t going to start now. Nope, he had an idea, and if he was right, he could take all the time off after he watched millions pour into his bank account.
Standing there as he watched his former foreman pack all his belongings, Tristan mentally ran down the list of contractors that previously bid on his construction. The list was small and Mr. Perkins was the lowest bid, however that didn’t matter now. He needed another contractor to finish the job and come in on budget. Taking out his cell phone, he was about to call Alex when the man showed up out of the blue.
“Alex, it’s a good thing you showed up. I need a new contractor,” he stated, getting right to the point. Tristan didn’t believe in beat
ing around the bush and he knew Alexander was a busy man. Besides, the sooner he finished the main corporate building, the quicker he could get his employees out here and back to work. As it was now, he only had a skeleton crew, and those who didn’t already find other jobs were taking a paid sabbatical until the construction was finished in Montana. Either way he was losing money fast and that was something he didn’t like doing.
“What happened to Mr. Perkins?”
“He was jacking off,” Tristan replied.
“That doesn’t sound like him. Are you sure?”
“Alex, he was literally wanking his little stick as I walked on site. I fired the man, and now I’m screwed unless you can help me locate another contractor fast. Any ideas?”
“Well, there’s Trinity Construction, but they got the bid on the new library in Treasure Cove, and last I heard they’re busy making repairs to the local church. You really screwed yourself, Tristan, by firing Mr. Perkins.”
“Just make the call and have Trinity Construction on site by morning. Offer them a twenty percent raise if they can deliver on time and under budget.”
“Uh, Tristan, I don’t think you’re going to want…”
“I don’t care, Alex! Offer them money and get their ass out at my site by morning.”
“When are you leaving town?”
“My plane leaves in three days. I want to see the new contractor here by then.”
“I’ll call and make the arrangements. Oh, and before I forget, there was a woman here looking for you.”
“What did she want?”
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