Stranger Things Happen

by Shelley Munro

  “You do good work,” she whispered.

  Dante drove inside her again, wringing a moan from her. This felt so real. Every muscle worked in concert with his hard thrusts. Every scent and noise wound through her senses while the coil of energy in her lower body quietly unraveled. Dante increased his pace, hammering into her with rapid strokes. He groaned, the rough cry vibrating through them both. On his outward stroke, he hit her clit, double-teaming her on the inward thrust. She closed her eyes and exploded, sobbing out his name and clutching his shoulders as the pleasure of his touch ripped her apart.

  She was vaguely aware of him groaning again, his hard thrust before he stilled, hugging her tight. When she opened her eyes, he was grinning down at her. He pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

  Just then, the door opened. Gabriel and Cayle stepped inside the room.

  “Are we interrupting?” Cayle asked.

  Dante didn’t take his gaze off her, his brown eyes dark with silent questions. “Is it all right if Cayle and Gabriel join us?”

  Her stomach leaped at the idea of the four of them together. It was something she’d wondered about—heck—fantasized about during the small lonely hours of the night. She snorted inwardly. That’s what came from reading erotic romances to fill her loneliness. Her mind returned to Dante’s question. Why not? This was a game and a safe environment. She could fulfill her darkest fantasies without the messy emotional entanglements that came with real life.

  “Anna?” Dante stroked his finger over her cheek.

  She liked the way he focused on her and seemed to care about her feelings. “Yes. Yes.” In the heat of the moment, she kept forgetting this was a game because the situation seemed authentic. The knowledge leached the tension from her and she nodded approval. “Of course they can join us.”

  “We’d never hurt you, sweetheart. You have my word.”

  He made her trust him. There was something about him. Maybe it was sincerity. Maybe it was the fact nothing could hurt her because the fail safe feature of the game would protect her but she was eager to step outside her normal boundaries.

  “I trust you.”

  “Have you had anal sex before?” Cayle got straight to the point.

  While she and Dante were talking, Gabriel and Cayle stepped closer to the bed and started to strip. Her gaze roved naked chests and lean flanks. Physically they appeared a lot like Dante in build. Cayle bore slightly more chest hair than his cousins.

  “A long time ago,” she said, a flicker of sadness striking her when she recalled her fiancé.

  “She’d had a dry spell,” Dante said.

  Heat collected in her cheeks. “That’s true.”

  “The men around here must wear blinders,” Cayle said.

  “No, they’re just idiots,” she said without thinking.

  Gabriel let out a startled chortle.

  “I hope you’re not counting us in that group,” Cayle said with a grin.

  Dante brushed his finger over her cheek again. “Nah, she likes us.”

  And he wasn’t wrong. They’d made a lonely Friday night into something special.

  Dante pulled out of her, separating their bodies to deal with the condom. Cayle and Gabriel settled on the bed beside them and let their gazes linger. Like Dante, they didn’t make her self-conscious or dirty. Instead their eyes gleamed with the beginnings of lust, heating her inside and out.

  “Condoms?” Cayle asked.

  Dante retrieved several from the drawer and tossed them at his cousin. Cayle leaned over to steal a kiss, his lips more aggressive than Dante’s, his goatee teasing her skin. His taste was dissimilar too, the differences enthralling and renewing the buzz of pleasure in her.

  “My turn,” Gabriel said, pushing past Cayle. He kissed the corner of her mouth, prodding it lightly with his tongue. The thrust of tongue speared to her pussy, an instant reminder of the sexual act.

  A mouth closed over one nipple and drew hard. Warm air puffed over the tip of her other breast. The dual sensations at her breasts and of Gabriel’s kisses combined together into ribbons of pleasure. They streaked through her until she sizzled and greedily longed for more. She stirred restlessly, felt the renewed dampness between her legs.

  Gabriel lifted his head. “I have to taste you.” He stood and circled the bed. Cayle and Dante blocked her sight, but she felt the mattress depress. Then his warm mouth nibbled along her folds. His tongue circled her clit while a finger teased at her entrance. And all the while, Cayle and Dante handled her breasts. Licked them and sucked her nipples. At times their teeth came into play and soon she didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on first.

  “Take me in your mouth.” Cayle fondled his cock while he waited for her reaction. He smiled when she parted her lips for him. “Good girl.”

  Anna enclosed his girth in her heat, savoring his masculine musk. A drop of pre-come spilled on her tongue. She licked the liquid away.

  “Good girl,” Cayle repeated. “Your lips look perfect around my cock. Can you take me a bit deeper?” He pressed forward even as he made the request.

  When she got to the point where she worried she might gag, she swallowed. Gabriel chose that moment to push into her, distracting her. She swallowed automatically while cataloguing the sensations of servicing two men at once. While it felt dirty and turned her on, she didn’t feel used or coerced. Dante stroked her breasts and belly, his more familiar touch grounding her. Occasionally, he tweaked or pinched her nipple and he kept up a constant stream of encouragement. He told her how beautiful she was and how hot she looked taking both Gabriel and Cayle.

  Gabriel pushed deep and retreated before forging all the way into her. He gave a groan of appreciation. “Your pussy is snug around my cock.”

  “You look so pretty, sweetheart,” Dante said in his smoky voice.

  She glanced at him and witnessed his wicked grin. Seconds later, he used his cock to trace patterns over one of her breasts. She could smell the scent of sex and see the shiny trail his pre-come left on her flesh. She shivered and swallowed, her entire body tensing.

  Cayle groaned. “Your mouth is so hot around my cock. Lick the underside for me. Yeah.” He let out a heartfelt groan. “Yeah, just like that. Do it again.”

  “Don’t come yet, Cayle,” Dante ordered.

  Immediately Cayle eased back, his cock shiny with pre-come and saliva. “Good point.”

  They must have communicated silently because without warning they pulled back and released her. “Why are you stopping?” Panic scuttled around the edge of the pleasure still suffusing her. She didn’t want them to call a halt. The three of them made her feel special, treasured. Most people wouldn’t view it the same way, but Dante, especially, soothed her hesitation.

  “Easy, Anna.” Dante cupped her shoulder, snaring her full attention. “We have no intention of stopping unless you want to bring things to a halt.”

  “No!”

  Gabriel nudged her hip. “Move over, sweetheart. Give me some room before we get you settled again.”

  Dante helped her move, taking the time to kiss her tenderly. Sinking into the pleasure of his mouth against hers, she wound her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. It was a pity this would end soon because she really liked him.

  “Okay, knock off the kissing,” Cayle said. “Gabriel is ready for you. Take your hands off Anna.”

  “But they feel good,” Anna said pouting. “I like Dante’s hands on me.”

  “But you’ll like us caressing you at the same time,” Gabriel said.

  Anna cocked her head to the side. “True.”

  Dante’s smoky chuckle sounded next to her ear. “Baggage. Go climb on top of Gabriel.” He smacked her bottom to punctuate the order, the crack of sound rather than the action making her squeak. Oh boy. Something else she’d wondered about. And now she knew. Spanking held interesting possibilities.

  “She liked you smacking her,” Cayle said.

  “I like most things,” s
he muttered, slightly embarrassed at being read so easily.

  “He’s teasing, sweetheart.” Dante moved closer to whisper in her ear. “We might explore your likes and dislikes another time.”

  Her heart gave a tiny blip and shifted up in speed. She’d save the game once she left the gaming room and use the same settings and characters for next time. She could visit Dante again, repeat this experience again and again. “Okay.” Her voice emerged breathless and a little excited.

  Gabriel gazed at her through heavy-lidded eyes, idly stroking his erection while he waited for her to come to him. Nerves bucked in her stomach, but they were rooted in eagerness and excitement rather than trepidation.

  Dante grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm, his face glowing as he studied her. Once he released her hand, he helped her balance as she positioned and impaled herself on Gabriel’s cock. Her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the stretch of sensitive tissues when he filled her. She sank down until she was fully seated but when she started to rise again, Dante stopped her with a hand to her forearm.

  “If you move too much, Gabriel will lose control before we’re in position,” Cayle explained.

  “Hey,” Gabriel protested.

  “Lean forward for me.” Dante gave her a gentle push and reached for the lube.

  Her muscles jumped at his touch and leaped again when the chill of the lube hit her flesh. Dante took his time, stroking, teasing. Preparing her. A curl of arousal spiraled low in her belly at the combination of acute pleasure with the faint edge of pain.

  “Kiss me, sweetheart.” Cayle didn’t give her time to protest, claiming her lips while Gabriel toyed with her breasts.

  The three men teased and stroked until every inch of her skin shimmered, sensual flames licking her pleasure points.

  Latex snapped and Dante’s cock pushed against her anus. Her body resisted the intrusion for an instant before giving up the fight. Dante worked his way into her slowly while Gabriel and Cayle continued to kiss and distract her with their touches.

  “You okay, Anna?” Dante asked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

  She hesitated before answering, the three men surrounding her with heat and pleasure. “Y…yes.” She felt full, almost to the point of painful.

  “She doesn’t sound very sure,” Gabriel said, lazily tugging on a lock of her hair.

  “Don’t stop.” She repeated her earlier words with conviction, attempting to move between the two male bodies.

  “Open up, babe,” Cayle said.

  Gabriel and Dante started to move, one retreating while the other filled her. Meantime, she took Cayle’s erection into her mouth, sucking him down. His cock pulsed and thickened as she laved his length.

  “Okay?” Dante asked.

  She mumbled assent around Cayle’s cock before closing her eyes. Masculine fingers tugged at her nipples and a hungry little noise escaped her at the in and out shuttle Gabriel and Dante set up. She writhed between their hard bodies, drowning in the torrent of sensations bombarding her. They increased the pace, shafting her deeply until ferocious heat flooded her. She whimpered around Cayle’s cock, the pleasure growing until she shuddered and came with an orgasmic rush, the pulses in her pussy continuing for long moments.

  Dante and Gabriel increased the pace of their strokes, kicking off a series of mini explosions. A harsh curse echoed through the bedroom and Cayle pushed deep and spurted down her throat. She swallowed, licking him clean when his desperate thrusts slowed.

  With a tired but happy sigh, Anna released Cayle. Dante and Gabriel withdrew and one of them produced a warm, damp cloth from the en suite to clean her up. Dante slid onto the bed beside her, drawing her into his arms. The scent of sex and musky male filled every breath she took along with a sense of satisfaction and contentment. She must have drifted off to sleep because when she woke she was on her own. She sat up and stretched before standing to tug on her clothes.

  Sex with three sexy strangers. She might be in the middle of a game but it was best Friday night she’d had in months.

  Chapter Three

  The next day longing started in Anna from the moment she woke up in her Seattle apartment. Rain dribbled down the outside of her bedroom window, the nip in the air a distinct change from the heat of the Southwest and cowboy country. She crawled from bed, logging the faint aches in her body after a good session of lovin’. She frowned at the idea then dismissed it when she realized she’d probably flexed and stiffened in all the right places during her time in the Reality Suite. That would account for the sensual aches and pains. She was half tempted to go right back to work and let herself into the Reality Suite so she could play the same game again. Unexpectedly she’d developed a huge yearning for long, lean cowboys with wicked grins.

  Although one would do the trick, and if she must choose, she’d pick Dante. She’d really liked Dante.

  “Fool,” she muttered as she shuffled over the chilly kitchen tiles to start the coffeemaker. “It was a game.” Yeah, you should be out with your girlfriends and then you might actually meet a man. Chances of the right male coming along in groups of three were small to none.

  Ten minutes later, she stared into the depths of her coffee mug. Like a heat-seeking missile her mind went straight back to the hot sex with Dante, Gabriel and Cayle. A groan erupted as the sensible part of her mind realized she was in danger of obsessing about a stupid game. No, not stupid since being in on the development of the software would earn her a good chunk of change. The longing to dive into the game again just to run her hands over Dante—that was the idiotic part.

  Yet only three hours after her first cup of coffee, she found herself pulling up in the empty employee parking lot dressed in jeans and a nice shirt along with boots. She’d even brought her Stetson. She signed in with security who were used to her and the other programmers coming and going at all hours.

  “This is a sickness.” Her voice echoed weirdly in the corridor leading to their computer lab, openly mocking her fixation with visiting imaginary men in a fantasy world.

  In the control booth, her fingers danced across the keyboard. She pulled up the game setting she’d saved and advanced one day to the rodeo. It would be fun to experience something new but the game would utilize the same characters and setting.

  Satisfied the programming was correct, she sucked in a deep breath and opened the door into the gaming room.

  “Welcome to the Kerrinsberg Rodeo!” a voice boomed through a loud speaker.

  The crowd cheered and applauded as horses cantered around the arena, their riders bearing flags of rodeo nations. Dust rose into the air, the excitement about the coming events palpable. Anna took possession of the nearest empty seat and glanced at the people sitting around her. As she’d expected several of the faces were familiar because she’d taken note of them the previous night. Their waitress sat to her right with what appeared like her family. If she wasn’t mistaken one of the barmen sat a few rows in front of her and the group of young girls who had been on the prowl last night sat close to the rails and were chatting up one of the pickup riders.

  Despite the crowd, this was a small town. Someone would know Dante. Her mouth softened into a smile. It was funny how a complete stranger could turn her world upside down in one night.

  “First out of the chute in the bareback riding is Jamie Rafael,” the announcer said. “Now remember, the cowboy has to mark out as the horse’s forelegs hit the ground out of the chute. For you townies out there, marking out is when the cowboy extends his spurs over the horse’s shoulders. After that he should match his horse’s movements by jerking back his knees. The judge will score on the cowboy’s form, how well he controls his body and the difficulty of the horse. Folks, looks like Jamie is ready to go.”

  The gate opened and a big black and white horse sprang from the chute. The crowd cheered then groaned in sympathy when the cowboy sailed through the air after two skipping bucks from the horse. A puff of dust rose when he thumped to the ground
and Anna winced. Ouch. The crash to the ground had to hurt.

  “No score for Jamie.”

  To Anna’s amazement, the cowboy picked himself up, plunked his fallen hat back on and waved to the crowd. Then he limped from the arena.

  Anna sat through the bareback riding, steer wrestling, and the saddle bronc riding while studying the crowd. There was no sign of Dante. She frowned and decided to wander around and find another vantage point.

  Another event started with the announcer giving a précis of the rules and the event—tie-down roping. She couldn’t find Gabriel or Cayle either. Weird. She would’ve expected to find at least one of them easily.

  Confusion shifted to jealousy without warning. Maybe they were in the other room with another woman. She found the doorway to the connected scenario and found herself in a changing room.

  “Whoa! Lady in the house,” a cowboy said with a whoop. “Over here, sweet cheeks.”

  Color swept into her face. “Ah, have you seen Dante? Or his brother Gabriel?”

  The cowboy frowned. “Don’t know them. Are they visiting the rodeo?” He grinned at her. “Are you set on finding them? I’d be happy to show you around.”

  “Thanks, but I’m taken,” Anna said.

  “Lucky man,” the cowboy said.

  Perplexed by her inability to find them she returned to the main room, asking everyone she met if they’d seen one of the men. Not a single character knew them. Disappointed, Anna left the game. In the control booth, she grabbed one of the bug reports ready to complete. Somehow, they’d screwed up the programming. She’d write up a report so she and the others could work on fixing the bug on Monday.

  And, once she’d done that, she’d get back to her normal weekend. There was a lesson here and she’d taken note. This was a game and her real life waited. All she had to do was go and grab it by the throat.

  *****

  “Why can’t I find a woman like Anna in real life?” Dante asked. They were kicking back with a beer after a day of rounding up cattle at their jointly owned ranch. “She didn’t look at me as if I were a walking moneybag. There was no calculation in her eyes.”