“I agree,” Dallas said, slapping Rhett with the back of his hand. “I guess since you’re the one drinking the coffee, you’ll be alert enough to take the first shift guarding the stairs.”
“I refueled for another reason,” Rhett admitted, thinking he’d never survive the night if he didn’t have the opportunity to hold Lynlee in his arms.
“Put on another pot and keep sipping, friend,” Dallas said. “The first shift is yours.”
“Who put you in charge?” Rhett asked.
“Lantry is occupied so I just appointed myself event organizer.”
“That’s the breaks,” Austin teased, slapping Rhett’s back as he passed him, following Dallas upstairs.
“I’d say,” he muttered, directing his attention toward Lantry as the others—Blaine, Carlisle, Houston, and Royce—left the room. “Tell me something, will ya?”
“What?” Lantry asked, walking to the windows to double check the locks.
“I’m curious. What did you do with Fink’s body?”
Lantry grinned. “He’s in Jose’s car. I threw him in the trunk.”
“What?” Rhett screeched. “You put a corpse in another man’s vehicle, a man who doesn’t have a green card, mind you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lantry remarked casually. “Fink won’t be there long enough to stink.”
Rhett closed his eyes and swallowed back the bile rising in his throat. “Thanks for the image.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Will you be up for a while?” Rhett asked, realizing he was pressing his luck.
“Hell no,” Lantry retorted. “I owe a little vixen a spanking before that bunch gets a hold of her. I wanna burn her ass about like she scorched mine.”
Rhett laughed. “It always pissed you off when she beat you.”
“Fuck yeah,” Lantry remarked. “I knew when she made it to the bedroom door, there was no way to stop her unless one of you happened to be waiting at the bottom of the steps.”
“She’d do it again, Lantry,” Rhett pointed out, pausing to think about the way Lynlee would put herself in the line of fire to save any of them. “We have to expect that, and keep her on lockdown.”
“I know,” Lantry agreed. “She won’t like it. Damn it to hell, I don’t even like it, but if we want to keep her safe, we’ll have to find a better way to do that than we have in the past.”
“That’s for sure.”
Lantry rubbed his jaw. “So what do you have in mind?”
Rhett shrugged. “We’ll come up with something. We always do.”
Chapter Nine
Lynlee looked up at a fleet of sexy men. Blaine kissed the inside of her palm. He nuzzled her wrist before dragging his tongue along the veins pulsing faster as the anticipation grew. She sighed, appreciating the way they chose to wake her.
“Hey you,” Blaine said. “Are you sleeping all right in this room?”
“Yes. I like Lantry’s bed, but I miss mine. If it hadn’t been covered in debris, I’d be there now.”
“Don’t get too comfortable here. I’ll have our room cleaned up before you know it.”
“I hope so,” she whispered, giving him a light peck. “I’ve missed you, by the way.”
“Backatcha,” Blaine told her, cradling her neck.
She studied the men surrounding her, admiring the hard bodies prepared to love her. There were no pants to work over hips or shirts to unbutton. There weren’t any soft, white towels to discard, although she had to admit, her men sure looked appealing earlier. Now, they came to her better prepared. Sporting naked, hard bodies, her strong cowboys were ready to love her straight through the morning.
Blaine winked, his sparkling green eyes making unspoken promises he’d never speak. His approval shone in his expression. His acceptance and permission existed there.
This was the night Lynlee had anticipated. These were the men she completely adored. They’d been interrupted before, but surely there wouldn’t be anything to stop them now, nothing to stand in their way. No one to halt the impending acts destined to forever change them all.
Dallas stepped closer to the bed. She reached for him and he dipped down to steal away with a heated kiss. Cupping the side of her face, Dallas thrust his tongue deeper, taking his time as he explored her mouth.
His kiss reassured her. His lips consoled her.
“That’s so nice, Lynlee,” Dallas crooned. “You’re such a sweet and sexy lady.”
“Sweet, hell,” Lantry objected, kneeling to the bed. “She’s a lot of things, but that’s one adjective that rarely comes to mind.”
Lynlee moistened her lips, eyed the engorged head of Lantry’s cock, and clasped her hand around his width, whispering against the crest, “Someone should’ve taught you a few lessons early in life.”
“Like what, doll?”
“You should never insult the woman responsible for your pleasure,” she informed him, tracing the strained veins along his shaft, dragging her finger over the mushroom shape and topping his cock with added pressure to the slit. He moaned, and his eyes were hooded then, weighted down with immeasurable lust quite comparable to what she felt whenever they were together.
Lantry belonged to her as much as Blaine, Rhett, Royce, and Carlisle. And as much as they professed their love, showed her how much they cared, sometimes she wondered if Lantry loved her more.
Lantry would die for her. He’d proven again and again that he would exchange his life for hers on a moment’s notice.
As she thought about the way Lantry protected her, Lynlee pampered him, licking the small opening at the top of his cock until she tasted his excitement. “Mmm,” she muttered, tucking his head under her tongue.
Lantry’s masculine scent drove her. His taste inspired her. The way he looked at her as she sucked him to her throat made her pussy wet, her breasts firm and full.
“You can do better than that, can’t ya?” he asked, encouraging her to take him as he gripped the bedpost and drove inside her mouth. “I know you can, sugar.”
“I’m not in any hurry,” she whispered, licking her way down to his sac. Sucking each fragile ball, she lapped at the soft flesh, inhaling his masculine scent as she pampered him, her tongue caressing the tender skin. “Remember, Lantry, I’m not sweet.”
“You’re right,” he said, tucking his hands under her arms and hoisting her away from the mattress. “You’re a little vixen bound and determined to drive me crazy, aren’t ’cha?”
Houston stepped behind them, finding opportunity after Lantry pulled her against him. He lifted her hair and placed his lips at her nape, licking the tiny hairs there. “You smell incredible, honey.”
Lantry’s lips skimmed past hers. “And she tastes even better.”
Lynlee pushed her hands through Lantry’s thick black hair, massaging his scalp as she held him. She melted in those hot chocolate eyes as she had many times before. “You’re not getting by with a peck and a pat.”
“I’m not?”
“No sir,” she replied, keeping her lips at bay, taunting him with a whisper against his chin before pulling completely away. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like kissing me.”
“Why on earth would you think something like that?” he asked, lowering his mouth to hers.
The answer he may have wanted should’ve been discovered in the passionate way they kissed one another then. She wanted a kiss like this, a million-dollar moment where he’d steal away with her mind, heart, and soul.
Lantry’s kisses were like magic. He thrust his tongue between her lips and framed her face, his knuckles brushing across her cheeks. They lost time, found their moment, and took advantage of the minutes spinning away as his tongue swirled around hers. His mouth took hers hostage.
Lynlee kissed him like he was her only way to heaven, and in some aspects, he may have been. Lantry was a true alpha, the leader of the pack, and if anyone had the power to stop what she’d put in motion, Lantry owned the right. Even Blaine w
ouldn’t have been able to halt this. Then again, he wasn’t the one with tortured eyes. And right then, no one needed her more than Lantry.
“I’ll share you because I have to,” he told her.
She tilted her head. “Lantry.”
“Shh,” he said. “It’s okay, Lynlee. I love you. They love you. This is who we are. We’re a family. You’re at the center of our family.”
“I know.” And she understood well. The passion brewing between herself and the triplets had been postponed for far too long. Still, she’d known this day would come. There had always been a frenzy of commotion, something to stop them from uniting, but the inevitable had always been understood.
Carlisle, Blaine, Lantry, Royce, and Rhett had kept the fires burning, nurtured their romance, but something had been missing. Lynlee and the others had known all along there were three pieces of the puzzle left to lock in place.
Lantry kissed the tip of her nose and she realized then, that was her green light. He was ready to let her go, prepared to share her with his brothers waiting nearby.
Lynlee’s immediate future was set in platinum, ground in stone. As she looked at the men watching her, there wasn’t a hint of apprehension. This day was hers to have and theirs to own.
At some point, Houston’s hands moved to her shoulders. He caressed her tired muscles, giving her a gentle massage, taking it easy and doing it right. By the time he turned her to face him, she was more aroused than she’d been in a dozen days.
Discovering Houston was like entering the twilight zone, a forbidden territory of untouchable terrain, yet one she was dying to explore. His tortured blue-green eyes met hers and he lowered his mouth to hers, whispering the sweetest sounds against her lips.
Dazed and confused, Lynlee pressed her mouth to his ear, breathing in his alluring scent. “Don’t rush this,” she whispered.
Her request wasn’t meant to offend, or entice him. She only wanted to let him know she wasn’t in any particular hurry, and certainly didn’t expect him to sprint for a finish. The others could wait.
In matters of the heart, no one earned more favor than the other, but Houston was special in his own right, too. A beautiful man, Houston was a cowboy without the first visible flaw.
He possessed quiet confidence and wore it like a badge. Lynlee understood him. She also realized that as hard as she tried, as much as she cared about him or loved him, Houston McCain would never let her too close. He kept his distance, guarded his heart.
But he’d have to protect himself, put up a fight, because Lynlee had every intention of winning out by the end of the night.
Houston was a different breed. He and Lantry shared a lot of similarities but their differences troubled her. Houston didn’t trust many people, and perhaps his father was to blame.
Their lips came together in a kiss that made time stand still. Cupping her neck, he slid his mouth over hers and fed from her lips, behaving as if he found whatever it was he lacked from the mere act of kissing her. His fingertips caressed the skin around her mouth, her chin, and cheeks as he worked his tongue deeper inside her mouth. Resting the tip of his tongue against hers, he smiled when he paused. “I like kissing you, Lynlee.”
Her heart stopped like a clock, and she brushed curls away from his brow. Staring into his eyes, she saw her future with yet another McCain. She longed to confide in him, tell him her secrets, her fantasies, and how he played an important role in all of them. Instead, he closed the distance between them again, kissing her hard, pulling her over him as he swept her off her feet and landed on the bed behind them.
His kiss was sweet, but soon turned ravenous. With working man’s hands he put to task, he propelled down her sides, resting his palms on her hips. He stirred an exquisite heat between her legs and as soon as he towered over her, she recognized a growing addiction. Houston McCain was a new habit she’d never be able to break, a newfound love she’d come to appreciate.
* * * *
Carlisle watched their bodies move. Houston spread her legs with his knees but never offered to lower himself atop her. She arched her back, pulled him to her as he teased her, but the space between them prevented a full intimate connection.
Her nails scraped down his arms. Her wrists locked around his neck and she kissed him like his lips were made of chocolate, his kiss was a special treat.
In the heat of their passion, she turned her cheek. Houston’s mouth traveled down her neck and she moaned, her eyes closing and then reopening again.
“Ah this is heaven,” she hummed, her gaze burning bright with a new light, a lover’s fever, rather than the trepidation he feared he might see existing there.
Kneeling beside them, Carlisle brushed white locks away from Lynlee’s brow. Admiring the look of satisfaction washing across her face, Carlisle cupped her breast. His thumb raked over the point and she sighed, acting as if his touch was the only added incentive she needed to grovel for more.
Her mouth turned up in an easy smile and she said, “If somebody doesn’t do a little more than tease me, I’ll have to take care of myself.”
“You’ll be taken care of,” Austin assured her, inching closer, his cock hanging low between his parted thighs.
Lynlee pumped him. He gripped the bedpost, plunged inside her mouth and moaned as she stroked him with a nice, easy rhythm.
Houston was seated at her side now. Royce found his position between her legs. Dropping his head, he swiped at her pussy, taking leisurely licks as he saturated her folds, sipped at those glistening swollen lips, and fingered her forbidden hole.
“Somebody, please.” She groveled, breaking the connection she’d established with Austin.
“Somebody is trying to please,” Royce told her, returning to the task of devouring her.
This time, greedy lovers set about performing various duties. Royce slurped as he ate her pussy. Lynlee moaned as Austin’s cock disappeared down her throat. And the others stood in line awaiting a turn they were all destined to enjoy.
Chapter Ten
Positioning changed, and Lynlee was bent over Lantry’s knee. He ran his hand across her bottom, pinched her cheeks, and then swatted her ass with a few hard slaps.
“Ouch!” she cried, wiggling her butt. “More.”
“Vixen,” he grated out, smacking again.
Lantry rarely spanked her, but when he did, he had this way of making her feel like she deserved one. She bucked against him as he struck her again, his hand coming down with rapid beats. Each strike made a popping sound and left her yearning for another swat.
“Carlisle?”
Carlisle’s black eyes met hers. “Take your punishment, Lynlee.”
“Why?” she whimpered. “What did I do this time?”
Lantry pinched her hip. “You know why you’re in trouble. You’re lucky Dallas and the others decided they found more satisfaction in the pleasure you wanted to pursue. Otherwise, Dallas, Austin, and Houston would have your nose in a corner about right now.”
Lynlee shivered.
“I think she might like that,” Austin said.
“No,” she told them. “Not unless…”
“Not unless what?” Dallas interrupted, apparently too excited to let her finish.
Lynlee sighed. Lantry popped her ass again. He massaged her bottom with his bare hand, soothing the burn, pampering her skin.
“Lynlee, answer me,” Dallas demanded.
“I’d stand in the corner if you’d fuck me first.”
Lantry rolled her to her side. “You’ll stand in the corner with a dildo in your pussy if you ever run away from me again. Are we clear?”
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” she replied, defiance thick in her voice.
“You’ll think twice,” Austin jumped in, adding his two cents. “If I put you there, I’ll leave you with a vibrator in your ass, a thick toy in your pussy, your nipples clamped, and your hands behind your back.”
Houston grimaced. “Whether you want the lifestyle or not,
Lynlee, I don’t think I’d run away again if I were you.”
“What if we go ahead and give corporal punishment a try?” Austin asked, bending next to her. “Do you think you could make it for a few minutes? How about a few hours?”
“No,” she replied sweetly. As much as she might enjoy teasing them, taunting the triplets probably wasn’t in her best interest.
“That’s what I thought,” Austin said, kissing the top of her head.
“Are you finished spanking her over there?” Blaine asked, sitting on the bed.
“What do you think, Lynlee? Have you learned your lesson?” Lantry asked.
“Yes,” she replied, thinking she’d paid her dues. “Is there any way I could convince one of you to fuck me, now?”
“Yes!” The reply resounded from several in the room.
Lantry helped her to her feet and she hurried to the bed, situating herself on palms and knees.
“Damn,” Houston growled. “I know where I’m heading first.”
“Pun intended?” Austin asked, chuckling.
Dallas snickered, too, lying down and pulling Lynlee atop him. “What do you say, Lynlee? Are you ready for a triple crown?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Say who and where,” Dallas told her, stroking his thick, wide cock.
Her body was well prepared. Her mind was on a mission. At this point, she didn’t care who took what position.
“Just make a decision,” she pleaded, helping them reach one when she took Austin in her mouth, mumbling against his shaft, pulling him down her throat.
“Ah good Lord, Lynlee,” he said, stroking her cheek.
“I think I know where I’ll find a perfect fit,” Dallas told her, sucking his fingers and inserting them inside her.
His finger-fuck inspired a hearty sigh. She braced herself with one palm next to her body, the other hand wrapped around Austin.
Dallas soon replaced his fingers with his meaty cock. Houston doused her in lube. Austin rubbed the texture of his penis against her lips as the others found their place.
Dallas gave a hard push inside her. Houston claimed her ass. In a matter of minutes, their bodies rocked in tandem, slapping out an undeniable and quite erotic song.
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