by Jane Jamison
“Damn straight we are,” said Will again. “Now strip. I’ve got to get my cock inside your pussy right this minute.”
She let out a yelp when Will jumped behind her then picked her up and threw her on top of the pool table. Balls went flying, cue sticks fell to the floor, but she didn’t notice them much. Her attention was focused squarely on the two men climbing on top of the pool table, ready to take her like every man should take a woman. Dillon took hold of her legs, spread them wide, and then dove in.
She let out another yelp as his mouth met her pussy. He was like an animal that had thirsted for far too long. His tongue lashed at her, licking and licking and licking, until she wanted to scream for him to plunge his cock deep inside her.
Will held his body over the top of her and offered her his cock. “Take it in, honey.”
She did as he ordered, this time, letting him take command. She sucked, hard and harder, matching Dillon’s strokes with his tongue. Putting her hands around Will’s cock, she stroked him and cupped his balls, playing with them, encouraging him to fuck her even harder.
Her body was afire with energy, with the electric current that the connection had brought them. She didn’t understand what they’d said about the connection, about the invisible bond. But then again, what did it matter? She wanted them, and they wanted her. Whatever was causing them to come together with lightning speed was okay by her. She moaned and deep-throated his cock while cupping his balls. When Dillon lifted her legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock inside her pussy, she screamed, uncaring if everyone heard her cries. She was their woman, and they were her men.
Oh, shit. It’s exactly as they’d said.
Will thrust his cock inside her mouth, holding the back of her neck to support her head. His eyes blazed with amber flecks, his hand cupped her breasts, pinching her nipple, jiggling her soft flesh.
She fought to maintain control, to make her growing climax last longer, but she couldn’t. She’d waited too long. The powerful sensation surging through her was like a freight train running loose on the tracks. She moaned and reached for the both of them, taking Dillon’s hair in her hands, her groans becoming her incoherent demands for them to fuck her at the same time.
“Now, brother,” said Will. “This is too damn fast, but I can’t hold back. We’ll do it again. We’ll do it a hell of a lot again.”
Dillon pushed her legs off his shoulder then lifted his head and grinned at her. He glanced at his brother. “Front or back?”
Will licked his lips and responded, “I don’t care. Either way. Just choose.”
She sat up and slapped Will’s legs. “Then get on with it, damn it. Unless you’re not man enough,” she teased.
Will sat back on his haunches and pulled her on top of him. His cock speared her, ramming straight to the end of her. She screamed as he plunged it inside her again and again, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her hair dancing on her shoulders. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck my ass, Dillon. Fuck my ass.”
She’d barely had time to get the words out before Dillon was behind her and sinking his fingers inside her dark hole. She didn’t care if it hurt like hell as long as he got his cock deep inside her ass.
His teeth nibbled at her shoulders as he worked his hands back and forth over her butt cheeks then drove in to spread her tight rings, making them give way. “Lean over, baby. I want to get good leverage. Got to go deep.”
Will lay back even farther, stretching his legs, showing how limber he was. She eased forward, presenting her ass to Dillon.
Dillon rammed his cock inside her, not gently. And yet, the pain was there for only a moment, surprising her even as she turned to look at him. “That’s it, Will, that’s it. Dillon, give me all you’ve got. Make me cry out again. Make me scream for it.”
“Whatever you want, that’s what you’ll get.” Will grasped her hair, forcing her to look at him. “We’re making you ours now, baby. We’re making you ours forever.”
For the first time in her life, Pamela felt wonderful, not merely happy. Not merely contented. Until then, until she’d met these men, she’d never known true happiness. Now she did.
A primal urge swelled up inside her, taking her by force. Whatever the future held, it would have to include these men.
She screamed again as the men plunged their cocks deep inside her. An instinct, one she’d never known she possessed, rose to life, spiraling up from the depths of her soul. She screamed even louder, a victorious sound that soon turned into laughter.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
* * * *
Mona gasped as Troy grabbed her. Getting away from the men wasn’t an option. They’d her cornered in the small bathroom, their huge masses blocking the door.
“If any other woman is in here, you’d better get the hell out right now,” ordered Will. They all paused, giving whoever might be in the other stall time to leave. Nothing happened.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked. She was all alone with three men in the ladies’ room of the Moonstone Bar. The problem was that she couldn’t decide if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. “You’re going to get in trouble for this. If you try anything, I’ll scream.”
Justin laughed as he closed in on her, surrounding her along with his two friends in a semicircle of raw masculinity. “Trust me. This isn’t the first time this bathroom been used for a hookup. But you’re no hookup to us. You’re the only woman we’ll ever want. And you’re the woman we’re going to have.”
Mona shook her head. She backed away until her back bumped the metal wall of the stall. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’d better get the hell away from me. Whatever you think you’re going to do is not happening. I won’t just let you do what you want. I’ll fight you.”
She held up her hands in defensive mode. She knew she couldn’t stop them if they really wanted to take her, but she couldn’t let them think she was ready to submit just because they ordered her to. Still, it wasn’t as though she wanted to stop them, either. Hell, right now, with the strange sensation whipping through her body, the last thing she wanted to do was stop them. It was only her good common sense that kept her from agreeing and stripping right then and there.
One glance in the mirror froze her. Although her scars were hidden by her clothes, she knew as soon that as the men saw them, they’d be turned off. How many times had it happened before? How many times had she tried to get intimate with a man only to have him stop and stare, disgust written across his face? She wouldn’t let that happen again, no matter how much she wanted these men. In fact, having them turn away from her would her hurt even more than all the others.
But the men had other ideas.
Barrett moved toward her first. Suddenly, he was so close his breath warmed her skin. His eyes gleamed with the same storm of passion she felt. “We won’t force you. We’d never force a woman, much less the woman we’re going to have for the rest of our lives.”
“Are you crazy?” What was she supposed to say? Did these men really think she was ready to simply pledge her life to them after having met them only ten minutes earlier?
Troy moved, too, pushing his brother and cousin aside to get closer. “We might be crazy, but you’re the one who made us crazy. We couldn’t figure it out at first—which one of you, I mean—but once we saw you here, alone, we knew. You and our connection are strong as hell.”
“Do you hear what you’re saying? I just met you. I don’t know you from any other Tom, Dick, or Harry.” Yet didn’t she? Didn’t she feel as though she’d known them for ages? Didn’t she feel as though this was what was meant to be? Logically, nothing was making sense. Yet, emotionally, everything felt right.
“Sugar, tell us how you’re feeling,” said Troy. “Tell us what’s happening inside you. We know what it is, and so do you. You just have to admit it.”
How could they have known what she was feeling? How could they have guessed
what was going on inside her? And yet she had the feeling that they knew exactly what was going on. That they not only knew what was going on inside her but that they were feeling it, too.
They’d been waiting for her, and although the realization would turn her world upside down, she knew she’d been unwittingly waiting for them.
This is not happening. It’s not real. It’s this town. It’s these men.
“Take it easy, hon. It’s not a bad thing. I know it’s kind of scary until you get used to the idea, until you understand what it is, but it’s actually a great thing. In fact, it’s the best thing that could ever happen to a woman. And to men.” Justin skimmed his hand along her cheek, a caress, a comforting touch. And damned if it didn’t work.
She wanted to believe them. She wanted to tell them exactly how she was feeling. Yet once she did, would she be able to turn back? Could she give into the primal feelings racing through her without worrying about the possible consequences? Her pussy throbbed, her body ached, her need for them grew exponentially until she was sure she would break apart with the desperation to have them.
“Tell us, darlin’. Go on. You know you want to,” said Troy.
She did. She really did. Maybe just this once, maybe just for today, she could have her way. She could forget about her sister for a moment and live life the way she wanted to live. She swallowed hard. “All right, I admit it. I do feel something. It’s very strange and very powerful and I’m not sure I can control it much longer.” But she couldn’t give in. No matter how she felt, no matter how much she wanted to let go, the scars still remained. As soon as they saw them, they would turn away. Of that, she had no doubt.
Barrett’s smile was soft and sexy as hell. “You’re not supposed to control it. You’re supposed to give in to it. It’s the right thing. It’s what’s meant to be. It’s what makes us different from everyone else.”
Somewhere deep inside her, she heard a part of her that had never been heard. A part of her that had never been given freedom. A part of her that yearned to take her life into her own hands and make it really worth living.
She dared to ask. “Do you want me? Do you really want me?” She struggled with the next words, hating to say them, yet needing to. It wasn’t as though it hadn’t happened before. Lots of men had come on to her as a way to get to her sister. She’d always been a second choice, a means to an end. “Or do you want me so you can get close to my sister?” There, she’d gotten the words out. She readied herself for their answer.
The men looked taken aback, even so much as leaning away from her. Then anger flashed across their faces, tightening their expressions.
Troy shook his head ever so slightly. “We don’t care a flip about your sister. We don’t give a damn if we ever meet her or if we ever touch her hand. Except, of course, because she’s going to be family soon.”
Family? They had to be kidding. Yet the idea filled her with a soft, warm glow.
Barrett nodded, agreeing with his brother. “That’s right. This has nothing to do with Pamela Frost. She’s not the woman we want. You are.”
Sadness enveloped her. Rather than let them see her scars, she’d tell them. Telling them would be better than showing them. At least, then, maybe she wouldn’t have to see the horror on their faces or the pity in their eyes. “You don’t want me.”
“Darlin’, you can’t even begin to know how much we want you.”
She had to show them. She had to know how they would react. Not that their reaction would be any different than any other man’s. But still, she dared to hope. Slowly, she pushed her shirt away from her collarbone, unbuttoning it just enough to show some of her scars. She’d kept her gaze lowered as she did so and only when they failed to speak did she dare to look up, ready with their reactions. “Do you still want me?”
Troy’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “What happened?”
“Who hurt you, hon?”
Why had Justin said who instead of what? “Isn’t it obvious? I was attacked by an animal. Or, actually, it tried to attack my sister and I jumped in its way.”
What she’d expected to happen didn’t. Instead of pity in their eyes, instead of them looking at her differently than they had moments before, she saw something else in their amber-flecked gazes. She saw pride and, somehow, an awareness of what she’d gone through.
“What kind of animal?” asked Barrett.
She almost told him. Yet something akin to self-preservation held her back. She’d learned that others had a difficult time believing she’d been attacked by a wolf at a photo shoot. Instead, she gave them the more acceptable answer. “It was a big dog. An aggressive dog that the owner should’ve kept restrained.”
Troy reached out and skimmed his fingertips along the scars. She jerked back for a moment then relaxed. His touch was soothing, a declaration of support.
“So you saved her sister.”
She nodded, unable to think of herself as a hero. “There was nothing else I could’ve done. I would die for my sister.”
Barrett skimmed a strand of her hair away from her cheek. “Then the scars are badges of honor. But you don’t think so, do you?”
She cast her gaze down again. “They’re ugly. Which makes me ugly.”
“They’re the most beautiful part of you,” said Troy.
She jerked her gaze back up and stared at him, unsure she’d actually heard him correctly. How could any man think her beautiful when the scars marred her skin? When they marred her very soul?
“He’s right, you know.” Justin nodded along with Barrett. “Nothing could make you ugly, but certainly not those scars. They show your strength and your power. You’re even more beautiful now that we’ve seen them.”
“We want you more than ever,” said Troy.
Could she believe them? Could she trust them to be telling her the truth? Or did they want to fuck her enough to lie?
She bit her lower lip and hoped she wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of her life. Yet at the same time, perhaps she was making the biggest leap of faith of her life. Swallowing yet again, she finally found the words. “Then show me. Show me that you really want me.”
Show me that you want me and not Pamela.
The anger that had existed on their faces was gone in a flash, replaced by eagerness, by hopefulness, and by blatant hunger that shook her to her core. Justin picked her up and set her on top of the counter. At first, his movements were slow as he unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, lingering over each one as though it was an honored act.
Then there was Troy. A sound rumbled in his chest then flowed out of him as he leaned over, his full concentration set on undoing her jeans. Her belt was gone in a flash then the top button was popped undone and the zipper yanked downward.
Barrett pulled off her shoes, tossed them to the floor, then grabbed hold of her jeans and pulled them out from underneath her. Her panties went along with the denim. Before she knew it, she sat on the counter totally naked and open for their advances.
Troy shoved the other two men back. “I’m first.” When they started to argue, he faced them, confronting them with an expression she would only describe as animalistic. Odd, deep sounds rolled from Barrett and Justin, but they didn’t attempt to push Troy away.
Her chest heaved fast and furious as Troy turned his to attention back to her. “If you’re going to stop me, now’s the time to do it. Once this starts, there’s no going back.”
Her mind screamed to stop him, to shove him away. Yet it was the last thing her body wanted. For one of the few times in her life, she listened to her body over her brain. Her silence was his permission.
His tongue flashed over the top of his lip as amber flecks dotted his eyes. Keeping his gaze to hers, he began to undo his jeans. First, the belt buckle, then the button, then, at last, the zipper. Slowly, he pushed the zipper all the way down and kept his gaze locked to hers. He was teasing her. Of that she was certain. But two could play at that game.
She arched her back, putting her hands over her tits and rubbing her nipples, pinching them, tweaking them, forcing his gaze to drop to her breasts. As he shoved his jeans downward, his cock popped out, erect and full, glistening at the end. She scooted even closer toward the end of the counter and spread her legs wide, ready to wrap them around his waist.
Barrett and Justin continued stripping their clothes off. By the time they had their jeans to their ankles, their hands were already working on their cocks. She wasn’t sure where to look first. Three amazing cocks, hard, long, and masterfully made pointed straight at her. She wanted them all at the same time, but there was limited room in the small bathroom.
I’ll have all three at once the next time.
A part of her that seemed almost removed from her was caught by surprise.
The next time?
Yes. The next time.
Troy grabbed hold of her hips, yanking her toward him until her pussy rubbed up against his cock. Her juices spread along his length and over his balls. “Don’t go paying attention to them. I’m the one you need to watch.”
Before she could respond, he tightened his hold on her and brought her forward. His cock slipped inside her pussy, barreling its way to the end of her. She sucked in a labored breath but managed not to scream. At first, pain hit her. He was so large, so enormous, so hot and hard that it overwhelmed her, threatening to stretch her pussy walls too far. But a few seconds later, her pussy welcomed it, clamping around his cock and holding on. Friction set up a delicious warmth, turning the sensation she’d felt earlier from a whirlwind into a volcano of fire. Her need catapulted the growing craving to the sky. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. She’d never let him go until he satisfied the urge inside her. If satisfying that urge was even possible.
Troy’s hips moved with a rhythm, setting a pace to his thrust, driving harder and harder into her. His mouth found her nipple and sucked hard. His teeth played with a taut bud. His hands gripped her ass now, digging into her soft flesh. The coolness of the counter became warm and wet as her ass slid over its smooth surface. Her pants bounced her breasts, accentuating his every thrust.