by Lora Leigh
His hand slid beneath her skirt, palming the cheek of her rear nearest to him as he urged her up. Marly stood shakily to her feet. She toed her shoes off first, her toes curling against the cool hard wood of the floor. Then she allowed her loosened skirt to fall to the floor.
Sam’s hand went to the waist of his sweats, pushing them to his thighs, revealing the thick cock that pulsed at the sight of her nearly naked body as he sat up on the couch. Then she removed the shirt, nearly crying out at the sensitivity of her nipples as the cloth raked them. Then more hesitantly, her hands went to her thongs. They were pushed slowly from her body now, her mouth watering as Sam’s hand stroked his shaft slowly, his fingers moving up and down his cock with a mesmerizing motion.
“Now lay down beside me, on your back.” Cade moved against the back of the wide couch. With near hysteria, Marly wondered if this was why all the furniture was so wide, and so much attention paid to comfort.
She stretched out beside him, staring up at him as she fought for breath. He had undressed as she had. His shaft lay along her thigh, his wide chest rising and falling in excitement.
“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you,” he ordered her, his tone gentle, but the look in his eyes stern. “Do you understand me? No matter what, don’t open your eyes.”
Marly swallowed tightly.
“Don’t disobey me in this, Marly,” he warned her clearly. “If you do, Sam will help me spank you. Do you want that?”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
“Good girl. Now close those pretty eyes.” He laid his hand over them; making her blink against them, then she closed her eyes as he ordered.
“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do to that pretty body of yours.” She felt his hand smooth from her breast to the moist lips of her cunt.
Marly fought for breath. She heard Sam moving across the room, and the shocking moan of anticipation that escaped her lips proved to her that she was just as depraved, just as shockingly aroused by this as she feared she would be.
“You’re so pretty, Marly,” Sam whispered, his voice graveled, rough with his arousal.
She felt him bend by the couch, could see him in her mind’s eyes, his eyes dark and filled with lust as they went over her body. Her thighs tightened involuntarily, the flesh between them so hot and wet. She knew they couldn’t miss it. She knew the slick proof of her own arousal lay thick and wet on flesh between her thighs. She could feel it, slowly weeping from her body.
Then he touched her. Sam’s hand. It wrapped around her breast, plumping the flesh as Cade mirrored the movement on the other. In sync, long, calloused male fingers caressed her, tweaked her nipples, had her groaning at the pleasure coursing through her body. She didn’t know if she would survive it. They touched only her breasts, and her body already flamed with passion.
“So sweet.” Cade’s declaration followed with the hot, moist warmth of two mouths enveloping her nipples.
Marly tightened, crying out at the sensations. Twin tongues raked her nipples, mouths suckled at her breasts, hands roamed over her stomach, her thighs, then slowly pulled her legs apart.
“Cade.” She called out his name in desperation. She didn’t know if she could survive this pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” he answered her, his voice thick with lust. “It’s okay. I promise. Just let us love you, Marly. We would never hurt you, baby.”
Warm, possessive, two pairs of hands roved her body. Sam lifted his head from her breast, one hand caressing it again as he leaned close.
“Let me kiss you, Marly.” His voice, so tender, so filled with emotion whispered at her ear. “Please, Marly.”
His lips settled over hers. Sharp and hot, sensation after sensation tore through her body. Her lips opened, his tongue entered and he groaned harshly. Marly’s body bucked as a hand—Cade or Sam’s?—moved between her thighs. The twin stimulations took over her mind, throwing her into a vortex of pleasure there was no escape from.
Sam’s lips possessed hers, the hand between her thighs moved slow and easy through the slick dew coated on her bare flesh. From her slit to the little bud of her anus it moved, spreading the thick juices.
Sam’s lips lifted from hers as the hand between her thighs moved and another returned.
“So good,” Sam growled. “You taste exquisite, Marly.”
Her eyes flew open as his finger slid from between his lips. He knelt beside her, his erection raising along his abdomen, long and thick, the head throbbing, pulsing, a small pearl of pre-come dotting it.
“You’re looking, Marly.” Cade turned her head to him.
There was no time to answer him. His lips covered hers as her thighs were pulled further apart. Sam moved; she felt him at the end of the large couch. She no longer wondered why they had such a large couch now. He lifted the leg nearest him, placing it over his shoulder.
Marly cried into Cade’s kiss as she felt Sam’s fingers part her slick flesh. Cade’s tongue dipped into her mouth, drinking in the sound, causing her hips to arch, involuntarily reaching for the exquisite sensations to be found in the ultimate caress. Sam’s lips touched her inner ones like a kiss. She whimpered in need, arching to the tongue reaching out, running between them, dipping into the well of cream that flowed like honey from her body.
Marly shook, trembled. Her hands gripped the pillow rest behind her, clenching hard. Cade’s lips moved to her breasts once again, enveloping the tip of the swollen mound, rasping it with his tongue.
“Cade. Cade. I’m dying,” she cried out, her thighs widening for Sam so he could continue to stroke, thrust, lap at her flesh.
“Not yet, baby,” he growled, denying her claim. “Wait a little while. Then you can explode for us.”
“No. It’s killing me,” she wailed, her voice harsh. Sam’s diabolical tongue plunged deep inside her, his mouth emitting sighs of pleasures that vibrated against her flesh.
“Easy, Marly.” Cade’s head lifted, his eyes staring down at her. The carnality of his expression had her stomach tightening in a surge of echoed lust.
Sam’s tongue wasn’t letting up. It plunged inside her over and over again, lapping at her, drinking in the flow of desire that poured from her body. Cade’s hands roved over her upper body, her breasts, stomach, his lips sipping at hers, his eyes staring into hers, refusing to release her.
“I want to watch you come for him, Marly,” he groaned against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. “I want to watch your eyes daze, your face flush, and see the ecstasy ripple through your expression. I want to see it, Marly. I want to know you’re feeling it. Needing it.”
Desperate. His expression was desperate. Her body was desperate. She was going insane with need.
“Cade. I’m scared.” Sam’s tongue was driving her closer, his fingers on her clit making it swell, making it throb, pulse, throwing her closer to death.
“I’m here, Marly.” Inexpressibly tender, eager, so aroused and filled with desire, his look flooded her with the approval she saw there. “I’m here, baby. Just hold onto me and let it go.”
She could do nothing more. She felt the explosion build. Felt it swell through her, ripple over her. It shattered through her body as she felt a finger, one broad finger breach the small portal of her anus and slide in. It tore through her body, heaving it, sending her scream echoing through the room as it tore through her, destroyed her.
“Yes. Oh hell, Marly.” Sam moved as Cade lifted his body over her, his voice ragged.
Then Cade was settling between her thighs, wrapping her legs around his hips and plunging his cock deep inside her. Deep. So deep and hard she shattered again when Sam filled her mouth with his erection. It didn’t stop. They were insatiable. Whispered pleas, a chorus of encouragement as they moved inside her, loving her, worshipping her body and the pleasure she gave them.
Her mouth tightened on Sam’s cock. Her vagina tightened on Cade’s. Her eyes closed, feeling Sam pulse in her mouth, feeling Cade riding the
last thrusts to completion as she built again towards the next.
“I’m going to come, Marly,” Sam groaned, harsh, guttural as he thrust the thick flesh between her lips. “Move. Move back, baby, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
She wasn’t going anywhere. Her lips tightened on him, her legs tightened around Cade. Both men groaned, cried out, pulsing inside her body to their shattered male cries. Lust pulsed through the room to the tune of their cries. Her own moans joined them, and she began to drown in wave after wave, spurt after spurt until her world became only the men she pleasured. Only the men who pleasured her.
Sam settled on the floor beside her long moments later. Cade collapsed over her, bracing his weight on his elbows as his chest heaved, fighting for air.
“Marly. Baby,” he rasped against her cheek. “Thank you.”
She sighed against his chest.
“I love you,” she whispered back, wishing above all things that she could take the pain from his eyes.
“I love you,” he swore, his smile a bit sad as he watched her. “More than you know, Marly, I love you. But we aren’t finished, baby. I need you to do one more thing for me.”
She blinked up at him, satisfaction still coursing through her body.
“I need you to be with Tara. I need you to accept that as well, Marly. Another
woman. I want you to make love with her.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cade reached his limit. Furious, insulted, her heart beating with anger, Marly attempted to reconcile herself, days later, to Cade’s declaration. She wouldn’t do it. She remembered the way his expression shuttered, the way he stilled at her refusal to give him what he desired. She couldn’t do it. She loved him, loved Brock and Sam. She wanted to please them. She could accept, if not understand, this need Cade had. Being with another woman, she would not accept. She couldn’t accept it.
“You can’t avoid me forever.” Tara’s voice was amused, understanding.
She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her eyes watching Marly prepare her snack.
Marly kept her head lowered as she continued to make her snack. A glass of cola sat on the counter, and the plate she was filling with fruit and dip was nearly finished.
“I wasn’t aware I was avoiding you.” She shrugged casually.
She was avoiding Tara. She had no desire to remember that afternoon, to talk about it, or to think about it. She wanted to keep the memory hazy, until she could deal with it.
“Of course you are, and I understand why.” The woman moved into the room, and took a seat at the table as Marly sat down.
Still, Marly refused to look at her.
“It’s hard, that first time. It offends your sense of morality, your sense of yourself, revealing things you didn’t know before. I understand that. I’ve been there, Marly. It won’t be as hard as you think it will be.”
“I don’t want to talk about this.” Marly shook her head quickly. “I want to eat my snack, then go shower and go to sleep. I don’t want to deal with it.”
“If you don’t deal with it now, how will you deal with it when Sam or Brock brings a lover into the house? You’ll be expected to participate then, Marly. To not just accept the pleasure, but to return it. This is what Cade needs to prepare you for.”
“And why would you agree to it?” Marly bit out. “What’s in it for you?”
Tara’s look was straightforward as she shrugged. “You’re an attractive woman, Marly. It’s something I would enjoy.”
“Are you—?”
“A lesbian?” Tara laughed. “Not hardly. But there are joys to be found in it, just as there are joys to be found with a man. Cade knows me from the job we did on the neighboring ranch. He knows I like to play.”
Marly’s chest clenched with pain. Anger. “And have you ‘played’ with Cade?” She felt like throwing something in the woman’s face.
Tara shook her head. “No. A friend of his, though. He just happened to have shown up at the time.”
Marly bit her lip, her appetite now gone as she stared down at the fresh
peaches and juicy pears awaiting her.
Tara snagged a slice of the pear, and Marly’s eyes rose in surprise when it was suddenly poised at her lips. Tara’s deep green eyes were gentle when she rubbed the slick, dripping slice of fruit at Marly’s lips.
“That’s how it feels, Marly, and it tastes just as sweet. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” She pushed the fruit into Marly’s mouth.
It was sweet and cool, running over her tongue like a sigh of bliss.
“You’re not expected to accept it as you do Cade’s touch, Cade’s taste. But I know he expects you to enjoy it. To want it. They’re tied in a way most siblings aren’t. Bonded in a way that may be hard to understand, as they sheltered you from the harsher realities of their lives.”
How did this woman, this stranger know so much more about her family than she did? Marly watched Tara, seeing the truth in her eyes, wondering how she could know so much.
“What do you mean?” Marly shook her head. “Cade wouldn’t tell you everything. He wouldn’t even explain it all to me.”
“Everything? I don’t know if anyone but those men know everything.” Tara sighed roughly. “Did you know how their father abused them? He was a very dominant man, and he allowed his sons to be tutored in dominance by a dear friend of his,” she sneered. “And they were forced to like it, Marly. Their very lives hinged on convincing themselves they could endure. That they could accept it. It changed them. Changed their sexuality and their feelings for each other.”
“They aren’t gay,” Marly bit out.
Tara arched a brow curiously.
“Gay is a lifestyle, a choice. Sexuality is something else entirely, Marly. Cade much prefers a woman, dreams of you, lusts after you, but he also enjoyed a special closeness with his brothers when he was younger. A bond that is reaffirmed each time he watches one of them fuck a woman he’s chosen. Each time he shares her, it’s his way of showing his brothers his love for them, and for you. He wouldn’t share you, the woman he loves more than his own life, with any other man except his brothers. But it’s your choice. You can accept him, and what he needs from you, or you can walk away. Cade won’t make you stay.”
Walk away? How was she supposed to walk away from him?
“I don’t know how to handle this,” she whispered. “I don’t like what I see in myself, Tara. It’s not the ‘me’ I’ve always known. And I won’t accept being with another woman. You are not part of this family. It’s not acceptable.”
“You just haven’t accepted it. And he doesn’t expect you to accept it overnight,” Tara assured her. “He needs this, Marly. The four of you, closer than many couples could imagine being with siblings of either side. He needs it, because it’s a part of him. Because it’s also a part of you. And Cade knows it is. He won’t let you hide from it.”
“How do you know them so well?” Marly shook her head in bemusement. “You just came here.”
“Because, in a way, I’m the same,” she told her gently. “Rick is my brother in law, Marly, not my husband. I share his bed every night, and before my husband died, I shared a bed with both of them. I know what they are, and what they need, because it’s the same for Rick and myself.”
Marly swallowed tightly.
“He sent you in here, didn’t he?” she whispered.
“Cade wants you to come into the family room. Sam, Brock, and Rick are there. A bed has been formed in the middle of the room. When we go in, we’ll remove our clothes. You’ll then be called to one of the brothers. He’ll insert the plug into your rear. You and I will go to the bed, and pleasure one another. When we’re finished, Cade, Sam and Brock will bring you into the family, Marly. You’ll belong to all of them then.”
Marly shook her head desperately.
“It’s your choice, Marly,” Tara told her gently. “You can come into the family room with me, or you can go to Cade’s bedroom. If you do tha
t, then he’ll know it’s your choice to find your own life after the danger is gone. He won’t come to you. He won’t take you, unless you do this.”
Marly’s eyes narrowed in anger. An ultimatum? She did not do ultimatums. Cade was pushing her. Pushing her too hard and too fast, and he should be smart enough to know that. If he didn’t, then it was about time she let him in on that little fact.
She rose to her feet. Her hands went flat on the table as she went nose to nose with Tara.
“No man, least of all Cade, will make this choice for me,” she bit out. “Not now, not ever, and not until I choose. And I’ll be damned if I’ll walk away just because he doesn’t like it.”
Tara frowned.
“Marly,” she started warningly.
“Get lost, Tara. You and Rick are supposed to be tracking Jack Jennings, not fucking me. Go do your job, and I’ll take care of Cade however I see fit. I don’t like his high-handedness, nor do I care for his decision making, and he’ll find that little fact out now.”
She rose to her full, and she admitted diminutive, height and stalked through the house. Waiting on her in the family room, was he? She thought furiously. Had it all waiting for her. Had it all planned? She would do this. She would do that. She would kick all their asses first. Dammit, she wasn’t about to let him dictate to her this way.
She stomped into the room, seeing everything laid out for her, just as Tara had said. Cade, Brock and Sam watched her in surprise as she faced them, her hands on her hips.
“The three of you. Don’t even say a word. And you.” She turned to Rick with a frown. “Don’t you have a damned job to do? I’d like to swim in my damned pool sometime this year. So unless you want to personally move it into the house, maybe you should be out there tracking that bastard instead of waiting to get your jollies by seeing me get fucked.”
Rick jumped to his feet, then frowned in surprise as he did so. He glanced at Cade.
“Hey, He-Man.” Marly snapped her fingers at him. “It’s not going to happen. Not tonight, not ever. You do your job, asshole and leave the rest of it to me.”