A slow song resounded and Beck walked his fingers across air, hinting for his brother to back away. Seth reluctantly released her and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Thrusting his arms behind him, he flattened his hands next to his hips “Beck and I can agree on one thing. If you want to dance, Linds, you can start by dancing for us.”
“We’re back to this?”
“And we’re back to this,” Seth agreed.
“You don’t believe me.” Her bottom lip quivered. “I’m telling you the truth.”
Beck said, “I believe you went to that bar, applied for a job as a bartender, and then failed to read the fine print on a contract that clearly stated you would be required to go through six weeks of training, at the owner’s discretion.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t want a bartender mixing my drinks unless they knew what they were doing.”
“Thought you said you already taught yourself how to bartend,” Beck pointed out.
“I have, but the owner said they will need to go over the liquor laws and whatnot. There are certain requirements for all employees.”
“You didn’t pay attention to what you signed,” Beck said.
“What are you saying?” She looked too innocent, far too naïve, and Beck hated Bonzo all the more. Who did he think he was? Did he really believe that the Stallard brothers would just stand by and let him have his way with Lindsey?
“Did you read the contract or not?” Beck had read that damn agreement several times. There was a five-thousand-dollar fine attached, should the girls decide they didn’t want to work at the club. Bonzo Maldeni was shrewd as hell and apparently that one line held weight in a court of law due to the fitted “attire” he supposedly ordered for all employees—as if Bonzo dropped five grand on thongs and skimpy lingerie.
“Look, I called Bonzo and thanked him for the job. I told him I would call him in the future if my situation changed but for now, I’d have to pass on his kind offer. He was nice and told me he understood. He also said he’d heard something about the foreclosure and that he hoped I could get it all straightened out.”
“He said that?” Beck stroked his chin. “Bonzo is behind this, Linds. He is part of the investment group that’s been snatching up properties and developing subdivisions.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Beck is telling you the truth.”
“I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding.”
“Damn right there is,” Beck said. “He plans to hold your feet to the fire. You signed the contract and he plans to put you to work.”
“I’ll go see him tomorrow.”
“So you definitely signed on the dotted line,” Seth muttered, processing.
“Yes, damn it, yes. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“You didn’t read it?”
“I read it.” She took a deep breath and shook her head in apparent disgust. “I skimmed over it.” She kept shaking her head. “I believed him when he said that he couldn’t exactly order aprons, T-shirts, slacks, and shoes for every Jane Doe that walked in the place looking for work. He claimed that he needed a way to protect himself.”
“You clearly didn’t believe him. You quit before you started,” Beck pointed out.
“It was a mix of bad vibes. I had a lot going on here and could earn more if I started boarding more horses and teaching more riding lessons. Then one of his girls told me that he planned to ‘make’ me dance.”
“I bet that went over well,” Seth said.
Beck agreed with Seth. He could almost picture Lindsey pitching an outright fit.
“What else?” Seth asked.
“There’s nothing else to tell. I heard that I would be expected to strip during training, but that he would still honor the job he offered me. According to the girls who work there, he may be an ass but he apparently honors his word. Still, he would’ve trained me in all areas of the business. That’s how he lures the girls into dancing. A lot of them don’t care to keep stripping after they’ve done it once.”
“That was his plan all along,” Beck said. Bonzo would’ve seen dollar signs from the moment Lindsey walked in his joint. A natural blonde, she had that girl-next-door look. She was petite, not exactly curvy, but she had a washboard stomach—he’d seen her in a swimsuit—thin, shapely legs, high tits, and an ass that a man couldn’t help but notice.
Seth said, “Hon, what did you tell Bonzo exactly?”
“After I discovered he wanted me to take my clothes off, I called him, just like I said.” She took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’d already given up. The only hope I had was Bob Callaway. When he didn’t reappear, I started to put two and two together. Since it was too late to work out another arrangement, I didn’t have a lot of choices left.”
“You could’ve come to us.”
“And what? Begged?” She shook her head. “Not my style, Beck. Plus, after Farmer’s Lending had a staff turnover, no one was willing to work with me. The handwriting was on the wall.”
“What was scribbled there exactly?” Beck asked, arching a brow.
“They wanted the farm. They’ve always wanted it. The way they kept extending money to Daddy even when the economy was bad strongly suggests that they had other ideas all along. Sad thing is, right after Daddy died, I should’ve been prepared. I’d watched our friends lose their places. I knew how this game was played.”
“Bonzo is on the Board of Directors at Farmer’s Lending,” Beck told her. “And like I said, he’s part of the investment group. You’ve heard of it, I’m sure—Farlow’s Real Estate Group.”
Lindsey gasped. “Isn’t that the company that bought the Brentwork farm down in Fayetown?”
“It is,” Beck said, hoping she was beginning to see the seriousness in the situation.
“They don’t waste a minute,” she said, true sorrow in her expression. “I may not have time to try and save the place then.”
“Actually, you do,” Beck said. “However, I’m not about to ruin this moment by talking business. I have other things in mind.”
Chapter Five
They took turns kissing, petting, and outright groping. Seth was gentle but Beck was a little rough. He wouldn’t treat the woman he wanted any different than the women he’d bedded in the past.
Lindsey’s clothes were discarded and Beck stood back admiring one hell of a pretty lady. Her dainty features and petite frame made him wonder, at least for a second, if she could handle two men, particularly the likes of them.
Seth kicked off his boots and stood there waiting, acting as if he were saddling up for his first competitive rodeo. Then, something happened.
Maybe the Earth tilted or perhaps he gained more confidence when she crooked her finger back and forth, summoning him. Whatever it was, Seth ended up with one hell of a first position.
Beck wouldn’t complain. He had a fine place, too. Best of all, he could keep his eye on their sexy vixen, a woman they had talked about on more than one occasion.
This day marked the beginning. This moment marked the start.
They were set to take and claim a woman, a woman they’d always wanted for their own.
She was ready to concede, prepared to take the men she had long since wanted for her own.
Lindsey was dying a slow death but she would soon come to life. She balled the sheets in her hands, raking her fingernails down the cotton material as Seth thrust his tongue inside her, eating her out as she hummed in pleasure.
“God yes,” she whispered, turning her head right to left as her hips jutted forward. She planted her feet on the bed, but she couldn’t stop pumping her lower body. She was seconds away from climax, a moment away from true unadulterated bliss.
Beck tilted her head to his cock then and right when she was ready to spread those proverbial wings and fly, he thrust his cock between her lips, crowding her throat with his pulsing cockhead. Her goals changed in an instant.
His pleasure was her pl
easure. His goals were her ambitions, too.
She cupped his sac and traced the visible lines in his heavy balls. Drawing his shaft tightly between her lips, she rolled her tongue one way or the other, swiping his shaft up and down and up once more.
He watched her curiously, seemingly content to let her set the pace and lead. At the same time, Seth speared her with his tongue, spreading her pussy lips as he thrust three fingers inside her.
He drew back and then hovered over her. Blowing a steady stream of hot air over her clit, he watched her as he pleasured her.
Breathless then, she pulled Beck away from her mouth. Kissing his moist tip, she dragged her seal lips across the pulsing head, loving how his taste tantalized her tongue.
She moaned as one Stallard teased and the other one awaited his pleasure. One man satisfied and the other awaited true satisfaction.
With her mouth slightly opened, she parted her lips with Beck’s thick cock, drawing him into the heart of her mouth and pulling his length across her tongue. Seth crawled up her body. Kissing her belly, he mashed his mouth against her smooth skin, teasing her as he moved along her torso before dipping lower once more.
Lindsey now understood what it meant to be in dire straits. She launched her hips and rubbed against Seth. A throaty chuckle fell to the room and he slapped the hell out of her bare mound.
“Oh my God!” Her hips shot away from the bed again.
He slapped her pussy again.
The burn that followed was like receiving a double-shot of electrifying sensations. She slammed her mound against his forearm, hinting for more, desperate for another.
Beck winked. “You liked it. Didn’t you, baby?”
“Damn straight,” she whispered, sounding as desperate as she felt.
“Give her another one for me,” he ordered, grabbing a handful of hair and lifting her head away from the pillow. Aiming his cock at her lips, he dragged his tip around the shape of her mouth.
Beck sank between her lips and thrust. She was eager to give him a good blow, looping her tongue around the crest and drawing his cock to the roof of her mouth. At the same time, Seth parted her intimate lips with fervor and went at her as if he were sitting down to a savory feast.
Tongues worked in time. Fingers strummed. Hearts pounded and pulses raced. There was no doubt in her mind that in that very moment, the excitement and energy throughout the room, right there in that very bed, matched an erotic tempo, a sultry beat.
Ragged breaths resonated in her ears. Beck shut his eyes, gripped the bedpost, and slowed his strokes. She swallowed again and again, her reflexes working overtime.
At the same time, Seth proved he could gain a woman’s attention, earn a gal’s praise. He screwed his tongue inside her pulsing channel and in a matter of minutes that bed was rocking.
Beck hollered out her name and emptied his cum in the back of her throat. Seth became more aggressive, and soon a flood of heat and unmatched pleasure shot through her channel and left her groveling for more. She fisted her hand around Beck’s meaty cock and licked him clean. Chanting their names, she rode out one orgasm and headed straight for another.
Seth—God love him—never came up for air. Instead, he stayed committed to her pleasure, devoted to her satisfaction. After she’d ridden out the last of her release, all she could do was whisper his name. And when he rose over her with a smile on his flushed face, she was more than willing to give him what he wanted, more than eager to give them both a worthy ride.
Chapter Six
Seth suited up and had every intention of playing in the rain. He pushed back the terrace door and carried her to the deck outside. Given the downpour, he might have hauled her right back inside again, but there was something about sex against a slippery wall, a hardcore fuck underneath the moonlight.
Unwilling to sacrifice their time with one another, he found a perfect spot against the sliding glass window. As the rain came down, he drove inside his woman, loving the way her body clenched and closed around him.
“Damn, woman,” he crooned. “To think you’ve been holding out on me.”
Lindsey grinned up at him but then her eyelashes fluttered as he rammed his cock inside her. Searching for the best position, he picked her up and cupped her bottom, clumsy with his effort for about a minute until he found that perfectly timed rhythm. Locking her ankles behind his back, he threw down a hard-pounding fuck, a beat that would make even the best of men a little crazy, a little mad.
Lindsey raked her fingernails across his shoulders. She nipped at his ear, bit at his lip, and pressed those generous tits against his hungry mouth until he was sure he wouldn’t stay on his feet.
Dragging his hand down her back, he patted her ass and drove his pulsing cock inside her. Fucking her was like fucking a damn mystery. Her dark eyes housed so much passion, so much curiosity.
As the rain turned brutal with hail pounding down, he withdrew and led her to the covered patio table. “Turn around.” He gave her a twirl.
“I…don’t think I’m…”
“You are,” he assured her, aware of Beck watching them.
“But I haven’t done it before, Seth.”
Glancing over his shoulder, he fully expected Beck to stalk outside and tell him to move aside. His brother loved going first. Instead, Beck joined them on the patio and tossed him a tube of lube.
Covering his fingers in the clear substance, Seth leaned over her back. “Relax, hon.”
“Will it hurt?” she asked, slight mischief in her voice.
“Do you want it to?” He smacked her bottom. “I can make it sting, honey.”
“Then do it,” she dared him, changing her stance.
He parted her globes and played with her pulsing rosette, teasing her. He pushed his fingers right inside the rim, loving the way she milked the probing digit.
Dragging her body against his, he held her tight and drove his fingers higher. “There we go.”
“Seth,” she whimpered, trying to break free of his grip. “I’m scared.”
The rain hammered down. Several inches had already fallen. The clouds were heavy, looming over them like pillars of slate. It was the perfect night for raunchy sex and hardcore fucking. They could use nature and give way to their more carnal desires.
“What are you afraid of, baby?” He bracketed his arm around her, pushing up on her heavy breasts as he wiggled his middle finger inside her rim. “Do you expect me to believe this doesn’t feel good, hot?”
She shivered against him and he peered around her as she rubbed those peaked nipples against his solid arm. There were so many things he wanted to share with her, so many things they could enjoy together.
“Let me fuck you?” He nipped at her neck as he dragged his finger down the seam of her ass, lubricating the digit again before pushing it inside the puckered flesh. “Let me take you here, sweetheart.” The way she tightened around his finger gave way to fantasies. He could almost feel the same sensations around his cock, the squeeze and release.
After teasing her with his firm fingers, he finally relented and she conceded. Nodding quickly, she spread out in front of him. Gripping the edges of the table, she crawled to her knees.
“That’s one fine ass,” he rasped, smacking her bottom.
She jolted forward but swung her hips against him as soon as she shook off the apparent surprise. He smacked that ass one more time, but the second smack led to an outright spanking. She moaned and whimpered, but inevitably pushed her bottom against him once more.
“Ask me to fuck you,” he rasped, leaning over her back.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her voice broken, quiet.
He pushed two fingers inside her, this time wiggling his middle digit as high as he could go. God help him, this woman would inevitably leave him ruined. She was too willing, too able to do whatever necessary to please him.
Pulling his hand away from her, he pushed his cock against her rim. He then held her as close as possible, entering her for
the very first time.
“Seth!”
He withdrew an inch and then gave her one or two more. He backed out and thrust forward. Working his cock from side to side, he tried to make her first time as satisfying as possible.
Her body went rigid. Her hole flexed. He then throttled her with uneven strokes.
“Pain will lead to incredible pleasure, baby.” Beck appeared on the opposite side of the table. Taking her hand in his, he knelt in front of her. Brushing fallen locks away from her face, he glanced over her back and nodded.
With Beck there to reassure her, Seth wasn’t about to throw away his chance to throw down some easy loving. He wormed his way inside her passage, taking her body an inch at a time before he stepped up his game with a deep-thrusting rhythm.
“Easy, brother,” Beck said, using his fist to prop up her chin. Smothering her lips with a ravenous kiss, Beck made her comfortable and her entire body relaxed.
Seth went rigid. His balls were much heavier then. It was all he could do to hang on.
He mashed his palms against her round bottom, spreading her as he entered her. He then watched his cock disappear inside her and he gave her a claiming fuck, pounding her with broken beats.
She pulled free of Beck’s kiss and rose to her elbows. Peering over her back, she hissed. “This better be good for you because you’re killing me here.”
“I’ll stop.” He held completely still, wondering if he could in fact, pull out.
“No you won’t,” she snapped. “You’ll fuck me like you’ll never have the opportunity again because if you don’t, you won’t.”
A quick exchange between Beck and Lindsey drove Beck to his feet. He butted his hip against the table and laced their fingers together. He then guided Lindsey’s hand under her body.
Lifting her up, Seth smiled at the sight. She thrust two fingers inside her wet channel. The sounds of sex filled the air.
Seth screwed his cock inside her, locking his shaft deep inside her rear passage and holding out for that one ideal moment when everything became a blur. The road to pleasure opened up in front of him and with a breathless sigh, numerous trembles, and bodies slapping together, it was a sign of satisfying pleasure, outright success.
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