by Leah Brooke
The sharp slap to her ass shocked her so much, she would have cried out if Boone hadn’t clamped a hand over her mouth. His lips moved over her shoulder in a series of openmouthed kisses that screamed of need. “Consider that a down payment on the spanking you’re going to get tonight.” Removing his hand, he took her lips in a kiss filled with possessiveness and hunger.
Rachel fisted her hands in Boone’s thick hair, riding the waves of sensation and heat that continued to roll through her. Her arousal grew again, built on the foundation of the pleasure that made every muscle in her body quiver. “Oh, God.”
Boone swallowed her cry before lifting his head to stare down at her, his eyes flashing when she nuzzled his jaw. “Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes!” Rubbing against him, she sighed, rocking on Chase’s cock. “I’ve missed this so much. I know it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Chase adjusted his hold, sliding a hand under her bottom to hold her against him while running his hand up and down her body from her neck to her abdomen. “You’re wearing yourself out, and we’ve been allowing it. No more.” He rocked his hips, moving his cock inside her as if reluctant to break the intimate connection. “We need this, too, as much as we need to help you when you’re overwhelmed. We’re a team, baby. In everything—including the responsibility of taking care of our daughter.”
Boone gripped her chin, turning her face to his. “And it’s our job to take care of both of you. It pisses me off that you could think, for one minute, that you or Theresa are burdens to us.”
Rachel sighed, a moan escaping when Chase withdrew and released her into Boone’s waiting arms. “I know. It’s hard for me.”
Boone yanked her against him, reaching up to untie her hands from around his neck. “We’re going to make it easier because we’re not going to give you any choice in the matter.”
Chuckling softly, Chase bent to touch his lips to hers. “I’m going to go get cleaned up and go get another hour or two of sleep in the nursery. Have fun.”
Boone swung Rachel up in his arms, holding her against his chest. “I’m going to go put Rachel to bed. Facedown—so she can muffle her cries with the pillow.”
Reaching up, Rachel cupped Boone’s jaw as he strode down the hallway toward their bedroom. “It never seems to ease. I still want you as much as I did the first time we made love.”
With a small smile, Boone stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. “In a few minutes, you’re going to want me even more.” Setting her on her feet, he stripped her robe from her before throwing his own clothes off.
In the low light of the approaching sunrise, Rachel let her gaze move over him and lowered herself to the bed. “Damn, you’re sexy.” She let her gaze linger on his hard cock, her pussy clenching as she watched him roll on a condom. “Sometimes, I just look at you and can’t believe you’re mine.”
Fisting his cock, Boone approached, closing a hand over her hip and rolling her to her belly. “Believe it—just as you’re mine.”
Rachel groaned when the bed shifted, sucking in a breath when he spread her legs with his own. “I like being yours.”
With a chuckle, Boone covered her body with his much larger one, bracing himself on his elbows, and nuzzled the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. “That’s a good thing, because you’re always going to be mine.” Sliding a hand under her, he lifted her slightly and delved his fingers between her folds. “This is always going to be mine, isn’t it, baby?”
Sucking in a breath at the slide of his fingers over her clit, Rachel moaned and spread her thighs wider, always amazed at how quickly her husbands could arouse her. “God, yes!” Her clit—already sensitized—burned and swelled at the friction of his callused fingers, slick with her juices, moving over it.
Surrounding her with his heat and strength, Boone wedged his thighs under her hips to lift her ass higher. With a groan, he pressed the head of his thick cock against her pussy opening, his hand flattened on her back to hold her in place. “This is mine, too.” Moving his hips, he slid several inches into her, groaning again when she clenched on him. “Just because you’re a mom now doesn’t mean I think you’re less sexy.”
He thrust again, and again, still moving his fingers on her clit. His teeth scraped over her shoulder, sending an erotic shiver through her. “In fact, the opposite is true. I planted my seed inside you and you gave birth to my child. Very primitive. Very intimate.”
He withdrew almost all the way and thrust again, his voice low and husky with need. “It makes me even more possessive of you. You’re a part of me, and I have no intention of ever letting you go.” He thrust faster, his fingers moving steadily on her clit.
Holding onto the headboard, Rachel buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure. “Boone! Oh, God.” She reached down to tug at his hand, but he couldn’t be budged. “Oh, God!”
Each stroke of his cock and slide of his fingers made her slit burn even hotter, his massive body controlling hers with an ease that always thrilled her. Still bracing himself on his elbow, he kept his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her face from the pillow to stare down at her with eyes that gleamed in the early morning light. “You’re so adorable. Did you really think you could pull my hand away—especially when I know you don’t want me to stop?” Slowing the strokes to her clit, he chuckled softly at her moan of frustration. “I know, baby. You want to come. When it gets too intense, you try to stop me, but when I slow it down, it frustrates the hell out of you. You just don’t know what you want, do you?”
Scraping his teeth over her shoulder, he moved his fingers faster over her clit. “Luckily, I do.”
As the pleasure sharpened, Rachel yanked the pillow to her face to muffle her cries. She lifted into his thrusts, moaning at the depth of them.
She loved all of Boone’s moods, but when he got so passionate and possessive, she melted. Her pussy clenched on his cock, making her feel even fuller, while the lightning fast slide of his fingers over her clit forced her relentlessly toward orgasm.
“That’s it. Right there. Hard and fast the way you need it after your first orgasm. You’re soaking wet and covering my fingers with your juices.” His voice lowered into a growl. “Yeah. Clamp down on my cock. It’s deep, isn’t it, baby? Just the way you like it.”
A sob escaped, one she muffled with the pillow as the pleasure intensified to a razor sharp edge. Her entire body shook, her husband’s words and deep voice like flames licking over her skin.
Her orgasm hit her hard, wracking her body with spasms. “Oh! Oh, God, Boone! Ahhh!”
Digging her knees into the mattress, she bucked against him, riding the decadent waves.
“Yes, baby.” Boone slowed his fingers, his hold secure. “Ride it. There’s more pleasure. Take it. Yes, baby. Let go. Let it take you.”
Sobbing at the incredible bliss, Rachel tightened her hands on the pillow, throwing her head back as Boone groaned and stilled over her. His fingers slowed even more, drawing out the pleasure until she thought she would die of it.
His breathing labored, Boone nuzzled her jaw. “You really didn’t think you were going to get away with that, did you?”
Replete, exhausted, and smiling, Rachel opened one eye. “Get away with what?” Her voice slurred, but she considered herself lucky that she even made sense.
Boone chuckled, easing his cock from her with a groan and lowering himself to her side. Pushing her hair back from her face, he smiled faintly. “Whenever you start to come, you always try to pull away instead of riding out the pleasure.” Running a finger down her cheek, he touched his lips to hers in a soft kiss that melted her heart. “You get this panicked look on your face as if you’re scared of the pleasure.”
His eyes warmed even more. “Even though you tried to hide your face, I felt it. You’re always a little afraid to give up control. There’s nothing to fear when you’re with us. You should know that by now. Neither one of us would ever do anything to hur
t you. Anything.”
Understanding his meaning, and the hurt behind it, Rachel gripped his hand. “I know, Boone. Sometimes, I just—”
“Don’t.” Rising from the bed, he smiled. “Let me go get rid of this condom and I’ll be right back.”
Satisfied and assured of their love for her, Rachel nodded and let her eyes flutter closed—unable to keep them open any longer.
Still feeling stupid for her insecurity regarding them, she promised herself that she’d do things differently.
As Boone settled in behind her and wrapped an arm around her to pull her against him, she blinked back tears. She loved them both so much that it scared her sometimes.
Losing them would be a blow she didn’t think she’d survive.
* * * *
Mona paced back and forth in her hotel room, lighting one cigarette after another as she made her plans.
They were weakening. She knew it.
Calling them hadn’t worked. They’d simply told her not to call again and hung up.
Smiling, she blew out smoke. The drugs she’d taken a little while ago had calmed her, enabling her to see things clearly.
She realized now that once Boone and Chase saw her, things had changed. They’d spoken to her, and even though they claimed that she meant nothing to them, she knew better.
They wanted her, but they were too noble to leave the kid.
She didn’t want to be a mother, but if she could get them away from that woman, she would even take the kid to get them back.
Frowning, she looked at the money on her nightstand. Seventeen dollars.
She’d put the room on her credit card, but knew she couldn’t pay it.
Yeah, she’d even put up with the crying brat to get them back.
They had enough money for her to hire a nanny, anyway.
They had more money than the other two men she’d taken as lovers, and she’d been foolish to let them get away.
She’d misjudged Boone and Chase. She’d thought they’d be happy she got rid of the kid. It would have been an obligation and bother that would have ruined everything.
She’d been forced to get another job, but it hadn’t paid well enough for her to buy the things she needed.
Her last two employers had fired her when their wives had found out about their affairs, but not before she’d managed to get some things for herself.
Beautiful things. Expensive things.
How the hell was a woman supposed to make enough money for little extras if she didn’t snag a man to buy them for her?
She inhaled again, blowing out the smoke with a satisfied sigh. When she got Boone and Chase wrapped around her finger again, she wouldn’t have to work anymore.
Once they were hers again, she could use sex to keep them.
After hiring a nanny, she could shop and sleep during the day and be the perfect lover at night.
Grinning, she put out her cigarette, satisfied that soon everything would be as it should be again.
Chapter Six
Rachel woke in slow increments, feeling more refreshed than she had in months. Rolling to her back, she stretched, smiling at the awareness between her thighs from her early morning lovemaking.
The room darkening shades kept her from even guessing at the time, but she felt as if she’d slept for hours.
Warm, satisfied, and relieved that things between her and her husbands had been resolved, she glanced to her right, frowning to find the place beside her empty. Sitting up, she listened for any sign of movement, smiling when she heard Boone’s deep drawl followed by the sweet sound of Theresa’s giggle.
Listening to Boone talking to Theresa, and her daughter’s babbles as if she tried to answer her daddy, Rachel scooted to the side of the bed to look at the alarm clock on Chase’s nightstand.
Twelve thirty.
Blinking in disbelief, she cursed and jumped from the bed, grabbing her robe and slipping into it as she raced from the room.
“Damn. Damn. Damn!” Following the sound of her daughter’s babbling voice, she headed for the kitchen.
Boone looked up when she appeared, smiling as he fed Theresa another spoonful of cereal. “Hi, Mommy!”
Her daughter clapped and lifted her face for a kiss. “Mama!”
Boone beamed. “We’ve been practicing that. You look good, baby. Since your daughter seems to like to repeat what I say, I’m going to have to be careful from now on.”
Her pulse leapt at the look of sexual intent in Boone’s eyes, not needing the words to know that he was thinking about their earlier lovemaking.
She bent to kiss Theresa’s cheek, giggling and slapping at him when his hand slid over her ass. “Behave.” Happy, and more secure than she’d been in a long time, she bent to touch her lips to his, smiling when he deepened the kiss. A loud squeal from her daughter startled her into breaking the kiss, but the warm affection of it lingered. “Why did you let me sleep so late? It’s afternoon. I should have been at work hours ago.”
She started to move away, desperate for a cup of coffee, but Boone wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her firmly pressed against his side. “What?”
He searched her features and smiled, apparently satisfied with what he saw. “You look a hell of a lot more rested—and a hell of a lot calmer. You needed to sleep. Erin’s at the store with Duncan, and Chase is there to help.”
Releasing her, he turned back to feed Theresa another bite. “You’re not leaving here until you eat some breakfast, so don’t even try it. You didn’t have anything except toast yesterday morning, and only a bite or two of the dinner Chase heated up for you before you threw it in the sink. Get your coffee and sit down. I’ll fix your breakfast as soon as I finish feeding this little glutton.” He grinned at his daughter. “Daddy’s little girl loves her cereal with bananas, doesn’t she?”
Theresa’s laughter made Rachel smile again as she shook her head. “She eats a hell of a lot better for you than she does for me. I think your daughter’s a flirt. She ate for Reese, too.”
Boone chuckled. “She knows she’s got all of us right where she wants us, but she knows already that she can’t get away with everything.” Turning his head, he raised a brow. “I’ve been having the same trouble with her mother—letting her get her way a little too often. She’s going to have to learn that she can’t always have her way, either.”
With a shrug, Rachel turned away to get herself some much needed coffee. “I’ve just been trying to do my share.”
Boone looked up when she slid into the chair on the other side of Theresa. “Your job is to be a wife to us and a mother to Theresa. Not to pay the bills, or wear yourself to the bone.”
“Careful. Your chauvinism is showing.”
Frowning, Boone turned to her again and raised a brow. “I don’t give a damn.”
Rachel smiled when her daughter reached for her, bending to kiss the small fist wrapped around her finger. “Your daddies are a pain, but Mommy still loves them. Yes, she does.”
Sipping her coffee, she laughed softly as she listened to her daughter’s babble. “She sounds so serious sometimes. I wonder what she’s trying to say.”
When Boone didn’t answer, she lifted her gaze to his, surprised to find him watching her thoughtfully, his eyes hooded and glittering with emotion. “Is something wrong?”
Boone didn’t smile as she’d expected him to. Instead, he leaned closer, running a hand over her hair. “I love the way the two of you look together. You and Theresa are the best things that have ever happened to us.” His eyes hardened again as he released her and rose. “How you could think we’d want Mona is a mystery to me. Eggs and bacon all right?”
Grateful for the change of subject, Rachel nodded. “I can fix it, you know. Have you eaten?”
Boone’s lips twitched. “Breakfast and lunch.”
Sipping her coffee, Rachel watched Theresa divide her time between drinking from her sippy cup and playing with the small stuffed dog she loved. All of a sudden,
Boone’s words came back to her. “Oh, no. It just hit me. Did you say that Chase and Duncan were working in the store?”
Turning from the refrigerator, Boone grinned. “Yep. Wondered how long it would take you. You’re not quite up to your game yet, are you?”
“Oh, God.” Dropping her head in her hand, she shook her head. “Those two together are dangerous. Erin’s got to be going nuts.” Chase had always been playful, and so had Erin’s husband, Duncan. Together, the two men egged each other on, taking their playfulness to new heights.
Boone chuckled. “Your sister’s enjoying it. I talked to her about an hour ago.”
Stilling, Rachel set her coffee on the table, watching Boone cook her breakfast. “What happened? What have they done?”
Turning at the waist, Boone shrugged. “It seems that Clay, Rio, and Blade have a standing bet as to which one of them can sell the most merchandise in Jesse’s and Kelly’s shop. Jake and Hoyt heard about it and now they’re in on it.”
Rachel sighed. “I can see where this is going. Chase and Duncan heard about it, too, and are determined to outdo them at the lingerie shop.”
“Yep.” Boone glanced at her as he turned the bacon. “Hoyt’s with Nat at Indulgences, and is apparently texting back and forth with Duncan and Chase. They’re each bragging when they make a sale and taunting each other.”
“Oh, God.” She could just imagine it. “How’s Erin taking it?”
Boone piled her plate high with eggs, bacon, toast, and grits. “She’s having a ball. She said that if they keep going the way they’re going, you’re going to have the most productive day ever. She’s keeping the merchandise stocked and apparently enjoying herself immensely.”
“I hope they’re not letting her lift anything.” Waving a hand, she smiled at Boone’s look of disbelief, her mouthwatering at the delicious smells. “Never mind. I wasn’t thinking. They wouldn’t let her do anything but organize and boss them around. I get it now. She’s loving the chance to play General. Erin lives for the chance to boss people. She’s right in her element.”