“Got it covered,” Jack told him, striding from the room and returning a minute later pushing a large bale of hay. He pulled three folded grey blankets from a shelf and tossed them to the bale. He continued shoving until it was in the middle of the room.
Hayley blinked at them, her head falling to Dane’s shoulder and eyes closing.
“I’m taking bottom,” Jack announced. “And I want those breasts…”
“Feet on the floor, Pet,” Dane lowered her next to the bale of hay Jack was covering with folded blankets. “Look at me, sub.”
His voice was compelling and her eyes opened. She pulled herself up, her hands immediately clasped in front of her.
“How’s she looking?” Jack asked, sinking to the bale and opening his jeans.
“Well pleasured,” Dane remarked with a chuckle, turning her to face Jack. “I think Jack needs a little help with the condom, pet.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and lifted one knee to slide over the soft horse blanket. In the back of her mind, she expected to be stabbed by shafts of hay, but she wasn’t and relaxed. There was something mesmerizing about their eyes and when she looked up into Jack’s, she felt so many things. There was so much emotion there that her hand faltered, stroking down the length of his cock while she took the condom from him.
She knelt at his side and he leaned up on his elbows watching her. She wasn’t sure why, but the heat of blushing struck her face and she quickly went to work sheathing his cock to avoid his gaze. Focus, she told herself, the fading sensations of her orgasms still making her bits throb.
She started to ask. She started to open her mouth but then shook her head at herself and sat back, watching the cock she’d covered bob slightly.
“A question, sub?” Jack asked, letting one hand glide over the silken skin of her thigh.
“I’m not sure I want to know…” her gaze was up immediately when he laughed and took her hand.
“Over me, pet…you’ll know soon enough…”
“I’m not sure I can…it feels like I’m floating and it still…” she jumped slightly, the tip of the covered cock stroking over a clit that hadn’t retreated. She groaned.
“Still feels damned good,” Jack managed as he fit himself against her opening. He moved his hips, rotating and sliding inside her. Just a little…his hands gripped her waist, guiding her up and then a bit to the side. Sensual as she picked up on what he wanted and took over, teasing them both to the edge.
“Christ…” Dane groaned, his hands working a condom over the hard line of his cock. The urge to stroke it was almost over-whelming as he watched her body undulate sensually against Jack. It was as if there was a silent, sexy tune playing in her mind. Her eyes were closed, lips swollen from kissing Jack were slightly parted, her tongue out when she moaned softly. “That’s it, baby…take it all…tonight you’re going to feel so much you’ll carry the memory into the new year.”
Hayley was lost in the myriad of sensations. From the hard tips of her nipples Jack stroked and pinched to the very end of his cock as it rubbed around and teased her insides. She angled her hips a little forward, pressing her clit against his pubic mound. The groan broke free when Dane stroked around her ass again.
She didn’t know she could feel so much there.
Jack’s hands left her nipples and gripped her hips, urging her lower at the same time the fingers in her behind were replaced with the tip of his cock. Her breathing came to an abrupt stop, her body frozen and eyes wide.
“Breathe through it, pet…slow and steady,” Jack ordered firmly, grinding his teeth against the pure pleasure shooting through him when everything around his cock tightened. Dane had pressed forward, sliding on the slick unscented lube. “Move for me, sub…like you were before…those sexy gyrations…fuck, yes…squeeze us, pet…”
“Amazing…fuck…” Dane ground his teeth together, the extremely snug grotto parting and allowing him to slide forward. He could feel every muscle and every pulse of Jack’s cock against his through the thin wall between them.
Jack had braced his feet solidly on the floor of the tack room, the muscles of his thighs straining to hold her up when the careening sensations attacked his senses. His hands slid along her ribs, caressing, pinching at her nipples and drawing her down until he could take one in his mouth.
Groans filled the rack room. Hayley arched her back while the muscles surrounding both males clamped down in response to the wild feelings coursing through her. How could she think when her entire body felt like one long nerve ending? Should she think? No, was the whispered answer.
Relaxing her mind had always been the most difficult thing for her. It kept her awake nights. But now…here with them…she allowed nothing inside but sensation. It was like flying through a wild storm at sea. Even her toes felt sensitive when she used her feet to balance herself. Her body recalled the collection of dance exercises, her stomach flattening, tightening while she swayed.
Jack doubted she was aware of much after the shouts filled the tack room.
Her muscles had convulsed savagely, clamping down without mercy on the two men making love to her. He doubted Hayley was ready to see it for what it was to himself and Dane, though. He knew it had been barely a few minutes but the time between his shout and the delicate task of untangling the three of them had melted together into a pleasure induced coma.
He felt Dane moving. Felt him withdraw and chuckled at the protesting mewl from Hayley. She’d snuggled against him, her face pressed into his throat and breathing almost back to normal. His hands slid down the length of her thighs and rose to stroke gently over her head.
“I think she’s out of it,” Jack said softly.
“Wrap her up in the blankets and let’s put this place back to rights,” Dane told him, quickly finding his shirt and fixing his jeans. The solemn expression his face was mirrored on that of his friend. “That was incredible,” he finally said, quietly opening the door and hauling the bale of hay from inside once Hayley was wrapped in two blankets and lay curled contentedly on a wide shelf against the wall.
“I know…” Jack’s answer was automatic but not insincere. At the moment, Dane could feel his stunned belief at the pure pleasure they’d shared as if it had been his own. They’d joined in co-toping women before and had had simultaneous sex with one woman.
But this had surpassed anything they’d shared in the past and was, at the moment, dominating their emotions and thoughts. Mostly as if it were a fantasy and they’d dreamt the entire day.
“I’m admitting you were right,” Dane said, standing near the door and giving the room the once over before collecting Hayley’s clothing. “Let’s get her back to the house.”
“Water,” Jack said, his gaze landing on the small fridge built into the wall. He pulled the door open, took in the various animal medications before grabbing up three bottles from the bottom shelf. He tossed one to Dane. “She’s not Carolyn, Dane. She’s a lot stronger than her.”
“Once the family stepped in…”
“Carolyn was fun…and four years ago,” Jack emptied the bottle and looked around. He spotted the familiar blue bin and tossed the bottle into it. Then he uncapped the third bottle and dropped to his heels before the dozing Hayley. “Hayley…you need to drink some water, baby…”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her hand out and the tiny slits of her eyes just enough for her to take it and do as she was told. “I shouldn’t be so sleepy…” she smiled around the bottle, the cool liquid making her sigh. “Usually orgasms give me a burst of energy.”
Jack chuckled, urged her to finish the small bottle before taking the empty from her and tossing it to the recycle bin.
“This isn’t quite like a simple orgasm, pet. It’s a bit more strenuous and a lot…deeper,” he suggested, choosing his words carefully. “Come on, we’re taking you back to the house.”
“I have clothes…”
“We’ve got you wrapped in a couple blankets. Just close your eyes and l
et us take care of you,” Jack gathered her close, kept the blankets from revealing her skin and lifted her from the shelf. “This is a handy room.”
She would have chuckled but the warmth and contentment she felt were too good to rouse herself from. She pressed her face against his shoulder, the cushion of his jacket and scent of him making her sigh and relax. Even when her name ripped through their peace, she just sighed.
“Hayley? I saw the truck out there…”
Jack laughed when she growled slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Make him leave me alone,” she murmured drowsily.
“Hayley!” Dell Russell came through the door as they left the tack room. Concern flickered in his gaze and shifted the anger as he surged forward. “What happened to her?”
“Oh, geeze…I’m fine…”
“What’d you do to her?” He demanded sharply, raising his arms to take her from Jack only to find Dane had stepped in front of him, blocking him from the pair.
“She said she was fine,” Jack repeated, his head shaking.
“I didn’t hear…”
“She just got some…stuff…on her clothes and showered in there,” Dane hitched his head toward the large bathroom. He was holding her clothing, having stuffed it into a big plastic bag he found beneath the sink.
“I’m fine, Dell…go chase Tasha around…” Hayley sighed and didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Leave me alone, big brother.”
“Were you hurt?” He persisted, following behind them to the large main door.
“I said I’m fine…” this time she did open her eyes enough to look at her brother’s face. Her head shook and her gaze softened. “You have a wife…and a very nice life, Dell. Please leave mine alone. I – am – fine. Honest…bye…see you Christmas Day. Love you…”
Jack continued forward, the look on his face filled with more than satisfaction when he handed her to Dane at the side of the truck.
“I told you. She isn’t Carolyn,” he repeated before climbing into the truck and taking Hayley from him. The bag of clothes was tossed to the floor between his feet and the door closed.
“Who’s Carolyn?” Hayley asked, pulling her knees up and curling a little closer with a shiver. “I should have put my clothes on…I think I have energy coming back finally.”
Jack kissed her forehead. “Just relax and let us take care of you. We like it.”
“That’s sweet…really sweet,” she murmured.
Dane knew he was grinning and for once, didn’t feel stupid about it as he started the engine to the truck. “He’s watching us. I don’t think he’ll give up that easily.”
“She isn’t Carolyn,” Jack repeated firmly.
“Who’s Carolyn?”
“A mistake from a long time ago,” Jack answered, scowling at Dane across the pale brown head snuggled into his chest.
“Okay…” Hayley sighed and slipped her arms inside his jacket. “Don’t fret about Dell. He’s always been like this.”
“He doesn’t like us.”
“He doesn’t like anyone I date. He still sees me as a kid who…” she shook her head.
“Who was used by a prick,” Jack filled in the blank for her.
“Yeah…only he sees it as his fault…it was my error…I’ve spent ten years listening to him lecture me about choosing the right people to be around. He blames himself.” She tipped her head back. “I’m tired…really, really content…but tired.”
Dane chuckled at her side and pulled the truck next to the house. “I’ll bring your stuff. Take her to the bedroom and tuck her in for a while.”
“Better idea,” Jack informed him after stepping from inside with Hayley in his arms. “You take our sub and I’ll take the stuff. Then I’ll get the dinner moving along.”
“Yeah…better idea,” Dane tucked the keys in the pocket of his jacket and took Hayley against him. He waited by the side door while Jack collected her things and tapped in the code to the alarm. The door popped open with a snick of the lock.
Jack tossed the bag of clothing and shoes to the bottom step leading to the loft before shrugging out of his coat and going into the kitchen to assess their dinner.
Dane continued up the stairs, grinning down at the slowly opening lashes.
“Welcome back.”
“Is it bad form for the sub to blink out?” Hayley winced, her gaze swinging around as they entered the familiar landscape of her expansive bedroom.
“It’s normal and acceptable,” Dane assured her, striding past the bed and into the large bathroom. He set her on the granite countertop and went to the deep soaking tub. “You had the floor reinforced?” he asked with a curious bounce on his toes.
“Yes. Steel. Because of the master bath I wanted,” she responded, her fingers curled around the edges of the familiarly scented blankets.
“Jack’s working on the dinner. You take a long hot soak,” Dane told her, his fingers tripping over the collection of plastic bottles on one of the shelves. He lifted one, popped the cap and sniffed with a satisfied nod. Almond and honey. Perfect. He tipped it over into the steamy water he’d started. “I’ll collect you when dinner’s ready.”
“That sounds lovely,” she agreed, blinking and watching him move to stand in front of her. She sighed softly, his hands framing her face and tipping it back. It was unbelievably easy to sink into the pair of confident, warm lips that cruised over hers before he stepped back.
The door closed with a firm click.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jack had their dinner moving right along and almost ready half an hour later when the loud pounding on the back entrance made him arch a brow at Dane. Both looked toward the intrusion to the soft music that was playing and both heaved a long drawn out sigh.
“It isn’t our place to tell him anything,” Jack said when Dane got that look on his face. “Not about the lifestyle or our little sub.”
“I know that,” came the snapped response, one hand up and rubbing his neck.
“So we go for polite ignorance,” Jack suggested.
“I know that, too,” Dane glared at him. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to ignore the man.”
“And you say I’m the volatile one,” Jack tsked with a chuckle.
“Dinner smells good,” Dane remarked when the pounding came again, rattling the heavily built back door. “Fine.” He pulled the door wide.
“Where’s my sister?”
Dane looked at Jack and shrugged. “In the bathtub soaking? That’s where I left her.”
“Don’t push me,” Dell shoved the words through his teeth. He looked them both up and down critically. “I’ve taken care of Hayley my whole life. I don’t need…”
“You don’t need to stick your nose into my business,” announced a firm voice from the middle of the stairs leading to the loft. Dressed in jeans and t-shirt, she was drawing the brush through her damp hair. She stopped mid-stroke. “Dell, why is it so hard for you to accept that I’m capable of handling my own life? Where’s Tasha? You’re a new husband…don’t you think she might find it a bit off-putting? We’re the same age, big brother,” she finished softly. “Did you ask permission from her relatives before you took her to your bed? Or into your life?”
“I don’t see this as a normal situation, Hayley,” he returned, grinding his teeth and choosing to ignore her questions.
“I’m sure you already had them checked out,” she said flatly. “I’m sure you already know they don’t give a damn that I’m part of the five who control the ranch.”
“He checked us out?”
“I would if I were him,” Jack said with a casual shrug, turning from the rest and striding into the kitchen. “Now he knows we have our own company that’s quite profitable and we probably have a few friends in common with his new association with the reclamation.”
“I should have left after school,” Hayley said very softly. “I can’t do this with you and I won’t do it with the others, Dell. Please
leave.” Her hand swung up, palm out for all of a second before a single finger pointed to the door he’d come through. “Go, please. Now. Go back to Tasha. Go to your life and leave me to mine. We can be brother and sister, Dell. You aren’t my father. Good night.”
His jaw set grimly, he nodded and left, the door slamming behind him.
“I’m sorry. You haven’t done anything to deserve his behavior,” Hayley told them, her head up and nose twitching. Then she noticed the table all set for their dinner and smiled. “You guys are spoiling me.”
“I think it might be a mutual thing, Hayley,” Dane held his hand out to her with a tip of his head. “We’ll just lock the door and pretend the world isn’t out there.”
“I used to do that as a little girl. I’d hide in the stables to get away from them all. Only my uncle knew I was there…he called me his invisible assistant,” she shared the memory as she was led to the table. “I can…”
“Sit and relax…it’s all handled,” Jack told her as he carried plates to the table.
The pork was tender and flavorful; the potatoes fluffy and buttery. Somehow the rest of the meal melded together with stories from each of them about their past, families, school and jobs. She’d never relaxed so much on a date before. More than just relaxed, she realized. She was comfortable. She laughed, blushed and shook her head at the male antics they’d somehow managed to live through.
There was plenty of hip bumping and laughter as they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. For once, she didn’t have leftovers. For once, she didn’t dread the end of the day with a silence that had become lonely.
She could have gone to any of her cousins or other relative’s houses anytime she wanted but it had long ago felt like she was out of place. Her uncles had never remarried, but they had women they’d been living with for a while. She decided they were afraid of marriage after the first ones fell apart.
“We’re not going to leave unless you tell us to, Hayley.” Jack caught her around the middle and led her into the living room. Dane had gotten the fire going and a soothing warmth filled the large space. She’d turned the lights off and the tree on, the multi-colored lights reflecting and sparkling around them.
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