by Jane Jamison
Rick’s hand sliding the sleeve of her blouse farther down on her arm didn’t surprise her. Not even the now-familiar whip of electricity that hit her with a stronger surge was unexpected. She’d known all along that she’d come not only to urge them to submit a bid and to tell them the truth about her but to get closer, hotter with them.
A growl came from DJ as he came in front of her and pulled her other sleeve down. His lust-filled gaze dropped to her exposed breasts. DJ tugged her to him, bringing his mouth to her nipple as he fondled her breasts.
Rick uttered a complaint she didn’t understand, but the tone was enough to recognize his displeasure that his brother had gotten in his way. He locked the door then positioned his body behind hers. His fingers slid under the elastic waist of her shorts.
Heather arched her back and pushed her breasts against DJ’s face. She looked over her shoulder at Rick, silently urging him to tug off her shorts. He did, sliding them slowly over the rise of her buttocks, over the roundness, to shove them to the floor. He sent her blouse over her hips to puddle at her feet. Kicking off her sandals, she stepped out of her clothes, naked and loving the way they focused on her.
Brandon stood up and started pushing off the few papers that rested on the desk. He moved the laptop computer to a stand behind the chair then unbuttoned his shirt. They locked gazes as he shrugged off his shirt. His chest was even better than she remembered, and she licked her upper lip, teasing him to keep going. Rick’s shirt landed on the floor behind her as Brandon undid his jeans and dropped them. He took his cock in his hand and started stroking.
Had they heard her earlier thought about making it on top of the desk? Or were they simply in sync with her?
DJ cupped her mons, his finger diving between her folds. She gasped then squeezed her pussy, capturing him. Rick’s bites along her shoulder sent chills rushing down her spine to meet up with the heat DJ’s massage had stirred in her pussy.
Her nipples stood erect as DJ nipped at one then the other, then dragged his tongue between them to suck on her tit. Rick explored her butt, finding the crease and the dark hole hidden between her cheeks.
“DJ, let her ride you, man.” Brandon pulled open the desk drawer before reaching inside. “Just like Rick. Always prepared.” He tossed Rick the bottle of lube.
“I’m going to be the first to fuck your ass, right?” DJ grinned.
She nodded. “Yes. The first one ever.”
“Oh, man.” Rick took the lube and squatted behind her to squeeze the cool gel down her crack. He rubbed the oily substance around her anus, then, with a quick nip at her butt cheek, shoved his finger into her hole.
She cried out at first with the sharp pain that was followed with a different, tantalizing sensation. With DJ showering her breasts with attention again, she wiggled her ass and was thrilled when Rick plunged another finger into her.
“That’s it, baby. Take it easy. Breathe. DJ’s cock isn’t much bigger than my two fingers.”
“The hell it isn’t,” protested DJ. “Let’s do this. I can’t wait a second longer.”
DJ eased his body on top of the desk and lay back. His long, hard cock stood straight up like a flag signaling his arrival. Brandon skirted to the side, away from DJ’s head but not too far away. Rick helped her get on top of DJ, and, as she did, DJ guided her bottom to his cock.
“Ready?”
She swallowed. “Ready.”
He pulled her down on top of him. She yelped at the sudden sensation of his cock filling her anus. Gritting her teeth, she fought against the uncomfortable feeling. But the awkwardness and discomfort soon left as his cock filled her. She straddled him, rocking back and forth as Rick twisted her nipples, sending her a different kind of pain.
“Aw…oh.” Her hair brushed over her shoulders as she swiveled her hips. DJ’s cock set up a friction that reached deep inside her, and she wanted more. She mewled, unable to voice her need with the right words.
DJ reached up to place his hands on her shoulders. “Lie back. Don’t worry. I’ll stay inside you.”
She did, trusting him to keep her from falling or losing his cock. Her back rested against his hard chest as he wrapped his arm around her and played with her tits.
Rick rested on the end of the desk, leaned over her, and kissed her mons. She wanted to reach for him but couldn’t sit up. If she did, she might let DJ’s cock slip out.
Rick pushed her pussy folds apart then smiled at her. “She’s as wet as the ocean, guys. And tasty, I’ll bet.” He slid his tongue over her clit, causing her to jerk at his touch. “Don’t move too much, baby. I need a good drink of your cream.”
Rick’s mouth pressing against her clit set up a whirlwind inside her. She had no control over the bucking of her body as an orgasm split apart, sending the wind into an even greater spin. He sucked, dragging her clit into his mouth. She clutched DJ’s hands on her breasts, squeezed, and cried out. The sounds of Rick slurping up her juices rushed another orgasm to the surface, and she moaned even louder.
DJ put a hand gently over her mouth. “Hush, baby. We wouldn’t want people to hear us.”
As if on cue, someone knocked on the door.
DJ clamped down on her mouth harder than ever before. If he hadn’t, she would’ve giggled.
Rick put a finger to his lips and moved to the door. “Yeah?”
“It’s Steph. Why is the door locked?”
“I’m deep into the books and don’t want anyone barging in. What do you need?”
DJ removed his hand and started fucking her ass again. A thrill rushed through her. If knowing that someone was on the other side of the door excited her, how much more exciting would it be to have a spectator? She gripped both of her breasts, letting her palms play against the movement of DJ’s hands as he caressed her nipples.
“I was hunting for your brothers. Have you seen them?”
“Uh, nope. I think maybe they stepped out to get supplies. I’m sure they’ll return soon. Until then, you can handle things, right?”
“Oh, sure. Okay. Sorry to have interrupted you.”
“No problem.” Rick grinned as he spread Heather’s legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy.
Steph was forgotten as Rick worked her clit and watched her face. “Damn, but she’s sexy. My fingers are dripping with cum.” He pulled out his fingers and licked them, one at a time.
Brandon took hold of the breast that DJ had just released. “If you’re not going to do any more than play with her pussy, man, move over. DJ, my turn.”
DJ pushed her shoulders, bringing her to a sitting position. With Rick’s help again, she moved off DJ while he rolled off the desk. Brandon slid into the same place DJ had lain and wiggled his fingers at her. “Come on, sweet thing. Cowboy up.”
He held his cock up, waiting for her to get on top of him. She straddled him, positioned his cock at her pussy opening, and then sat down. His cock went into her, driving up higher until she was sure he’d hit her throat.
But DJ wasn’t through. “Lean over, baby, and open up your ass. I’m going back in.”
She wasn’t sure how it would work, but she flattened her hands on Brandon’s chest and bent over. DJ slapped her bottom, making her jump, then took her by the hips and shoved his cock back inside her butt hole.
Having two cocks inside her seemed to fill the lower half of her body. They thrust into her, one pulling out just as the other entered, never leaving her unfilled. Rick stood beside the desk and stroked himself.
“Damn, I love watching you get fucked by my brothers. You’re one sweet piece of ass.”
Brandon never paused in the rapid movement of his buttocks as he whipped out a hand and punched Rick in the arm. “Don’t refer to her as a piece of ass.”
Rick’s mouth dropped open. “Aw, hell, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He sought out her eyes. “You know that, right, Heather? You’re everything to me.”
She looked into his face and knew he spoke the truth. Did his brot
hers think the same way?
Brandon was the first to put her mind at ease. “You’re everything to all of us.”
“Damn straight,” echoed DJ. “Aw, hell. I’m already coming.” Groaning, DJ pulled out of her and moved away.
“It’s about time.” Brandon grinned at her. “You’re all mine now.”
“Like hell she is. Share and share alike.” Rick snatched her up from behind and pulled her off Brandon.
A flash of amber filled Brandon’s eyes the moment before she saw the tips of teeth—his eyeteeth?—peek out from between his lips. “What happened to your—” She was on her hands and feet on top of the desk before she could finish the sentence. Brandon rolled off the desk as DJ had done.
A hard whack to her bottom made her rock forward as she twisted around to gape at Rick. He grinned, arched an eyebrow, and brought the ruler to her other rump. She gritted her teeth and moaned but held her cry back.
“Remember your safe word?” asked Brandon.
She nodded, but no way would she use it. She liked the flash of pain Rick’s spanks gave her.
“Suck on me, baby.” Brandon moved closer, clutched a fistful of her hair, and tugged her face to his cock.
She licked her lips. “I’ve always wanted to taste a man’s cock that just came from my pussy.”
“Then put your mouth on it and have at it.”
With Brandon holding her head in position by his hold on her hair, she sucked his cock inside her mouth. Another thwack sounded as Rick spanked her again.
“That’s it, bro. Spank her ass.”
She couldn’t see DJ, but she imagined that his face had a huge grin on it. Lashing her tongue around his cock, she drew Brandon in then let him slide over the top of her tongue as she pulled him out. He groaned and tightened his grip on her hair, giving her yet another zing of delightful pain.
“DJ, take over.” Rick took her away from Brandon again, turning her not-so-gently onto her side. He pulled her leg over the crook of his arm, her hip resting on the edge of the desk, and, with amber-filled eyes, shoved his cock into her pussy.
Brandon came on top of the desk, took hold of her hair from behind, and eased his cock into her asshole. She balanced on her side, one hand flattened on the desk, the other stretched out to support her head.
“I said, take over, DJ.”
DJ snatched up the ruler that Rick had dropped on top of the desk and came around the other side, putting himself next to her head. He leaned over and sent the ruler down on the side of her hip.
She squealed and looked up at DJ. “Spank me again.” She’d answered the question that was on his face. He needed to make sure she really wanted to get spanked again.
DJ pulled back the tip of the ruler then let it go. It slapped against her butt cheek, and Brandon chuckled then groaned as he thrust harder.
Rick shoved deeper insider her, massaging her clit as he did. Brandon, matching the short, quick whacks of the ruler, grunted as his face grew more intense with each thrust.
Her body rocked as their movements took her up and down across the slick surface of the desk. Although it was the best sex she’d ever had, she knew it was more. The way the men held her, possessively, firmly, yet with such tender love told her that they cared for her. Hadn’t they said as much?
She tensed, moaned, then held on as another bigger-than-ever climax shuddered her body. Brandon dug his fingers into her butt cheek, stopped in midshove, then pulled away, roaring his release.
Rick wasn’t a minute behind his brother as he, too, stiffened, his jaw tight as he tried to keep the inevitable back. Groaning, he leaned over her and spilled his seed inside her.
They stayed that way, Brandon leaning against the desk for support, DJ flopping into the chair, and Rick bent over her. His breaths pushed against the side of her chest, matching her own hard breaths.
“Damn, but that was great.”
Rick nodded then rested his forehead against her arm.
Brandon plucked tissues out of a box at the corner of the desk and wiped her cream and his cum off his cock. His body glistened with perspiration, outlining the ridges of his muscles as they flexed in his arms and chest. When Rick lifted away from her, he handed them both tissues to clean themselves.
They dressed in silence, with quick glances and grins. She shook out her hair and hoped the waitresses wouldn’t notice her disheveled appearance. She’d promised herself to tell the men everything, but whenever she got near even one of them, not to mention all three, she couldn’t think straight. Instead, her desire took over, pushing everything else to the back of her mind.
“So, you’ll make a bid, right?”
“Girl, you are all business, aren’t you? I thought we settled that. We don’t have enough money to have a chance in hell.” Rick slid his hand over her as he leaned against the wall. “I wish we did, but you can’t change the facts.”
Brandon buttoned his shirt but kept his focus on her. The intensity that he’d had earlier returned even stronger than before. “Again, why do you care? Does the ranch have something to do with how you acted the other day? Do you have a horse in the race? Or are you trying to help your buddy, Duke, in some way?”
“What?” He couldn’t have thrown her a bigger curve if he’d just hit a triple play during the World Series. “What’s Duke got to do with anything?”
“Brandon, maybe we’re—”
“No, we’re not, Rick.” He stepped closer to her, but not in a good way. “Are you and Duke working together on a bid?”
“Why the hell would you think that?”
“Brandon, calm the hell down and think before you screw things up.”
She barely had time to think before Brandon kept going. “We saw you, Heather. You and Duke at the ranch yesterday. It sure looked like you two were pretty damn chummy, probably scheming to win the ranch either together or separately.” Brandon dragged a hand through his hair.
DJ frowned and glanced away. “We’re wondering what’s going on, is all.”
“So just because you saw us together, you think I’m going to put in a bid with Duke?” She’d come to help them get their offer together, and, instead, they were accusing her of working with slimy Duke? Anger and hurt mixed together, making her see red. “Then why would I want you to try to buy the ranch?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. You’ve got a scheme up your sleeve to buy it, don’t you?”
“That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t have any scheme, because I can’t buy it.” She sucked in a breath as she realized what she’d said.
Brandon took her by the arms, not allowing her to get away from his intense scrutiny. “Why not? What are you hiding, Heather? Tell us right now. I know you’re keeping a secret.”
Her mind ran wild trying to come up with a reason that made sense. But she couldn’t. Instead, she told them the truth that she wished she’d told them earlier. Wasn’t that part of why she’d come? “I can’t because I’m in charge of selecting the winning bid.”
Brandon turned her loose and gaped at her. “No. John Cumming’s daughter is doing that.”
She held her head high and met his eyes as best she could. “I’m sorry, but I lied. My name isn’t Heather Cullins. It’s Heather Cumming.”
“You’re kidding.”
DJ’s stunned tone said it all. She’d lied to them, and now she’d told them in a really bad way. Rick opened his mouth to speak then shook his head and backed away from her.
“Why’d you lie to us? I don’t get it. Did you want to slum it for a while? Play the dumb club bouncers?
“No, it’s not that way at all. I don’t use my real name a lot of the time. People, especially men, tend to treat me differently once they know who I am.”
“Then tell us how it is, Heather, because, right now, I’m having a hard time believing anything you say.”
“Brandon, calm down. Let’s hear her out.” DJ put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, but Brandon knocked it away.
“Did it have anything to do with your involvement with Duke? Or your plan to help him win the bid?” Brandon snorted derisively. “You didn’t actually consider us rivals to win, did you? Or was getting close to us a fact-finding mission? You know, to scope out the competition?”
“Bro, you’re going too far.”
“Shut up, Rick. Tell me, Heather, how many others did you fuck to find out how much their bids would be?”
Why is he acting this way? How could he think I’d do something so underhanded? Pain seared through her.
The sound of her slapping his face was the first realization that she’d actually struck him. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “That’s not how it was. You’ve got me all wrong.”
“Yeah. I think I do.” Brandon spun on his heel, opened the door, and stormed out of the office. Rick shot her a confused look while DJ just shook his head. They stalked out, leaving her alone. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Have I lost them for good?
Chapter Nine
How could she blame them? She’d lied to them from the very start. Brandon had sensed it even though he hadn’t known what she’d lied about. She hadn’t started out to deceive them and she’d never help Duke. She’d wanted them to like her for her and not for her family’s name. She hadn’t counted on falling for them at all, much less so fast.
At college she’d often given a false name to her dates until the guy had gotten to know her. Their forgiveness came easily, and, if it didn’t, then it was no great loss.
She wrestled with the problem overnight and had finally come up with a solution. If they wouldn’t forgive her lie, then she’d live with it—some way, somehow. But she couldn’t live with the idea that the men who loved Windy Hills as much as she did wouldn’t become the next owners. She knew she was skirting the rules of the sale’s process, but she didn’t care. If that saved the ranch and her mother’s resting place from her father’s greed, then it was worth it.
Sitting in her car most of the afternoon, she took another sip of the bottle of water next to her and kept vigilant. Her best guess was that the employees of Saddles should start reporting for work very soon. Once they did, she’d set her plan in motion. She just hoped it was before the Banning brothers showed up.