A Long, Hot Summer (The TripleHornBrand)

by Delilah Devlin

  “I’ll let you do anything you want. Give you anything.”

  “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Sarah.”

  Rather than rushing to affirm her promise, she bit her lip. What if he wanted forever?

  Karl followed a trail of sticky arousal up her thigh with his tongue and then licked along the seam between her thigh and her engorged labia.

  She was done with the teasing. She forked her fingers and drew up her folds, exposing her clit.

  Karl leaned back. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”

  “Do you need diagrams?”

  “No, sugar, just direction.”

  His wicked arching brows made her laugh. “I want you to suck it.”

  “My pleasure.” He bent toward her, latching his lips around her clit to draw hard.

  Again, she rose on her toes, the leg she stood on quivering, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

  Tommy pinched her nipples.

  “I’ll come like this,” she warned.

  “Is that the way you want it?”

  She shook her head. “No. I want…” She bit her bottom lip. She’d been bold up to this point but to ask for that…

  “Show us,” Tommy whispered.

  Hands dropped away. The men stood back. Maybe they were surprised when she didn’t crawl immediately onto the bed, but they didn’t make a sound when she bent to reach for a pillow on the bed and dropped it in front of her. She knelt then pointed at two spots on the floor. “I want you here.”

  She watched as both men dragged in deep breaths that swelled their broad chests. They stood close, their sides nearly touching as she glanced from one rigid cock to the other. Then she gripped both shafts, pointed the heads at her cheeks and glazed her skin with dribbles of pre-come, turning her head to give openmouthed caresses to each blunt, fat head.

  Both men were wonderfully made, generously endowed. Her grip couldn’t encompass either’s girth. She let go, spit into both palms and then wrapped her hands around them again, beginning to pump her hands, squeezing firmly as she’d been taught by her husband, twisting slightly. Unlike her experiences giving her husband blowjobs, she wanted this and had all the control. No hands forced her head over a straining cock. No fingers pulled her hair when she failed to do what they desired.

  With choices to make and instinct to follow, she turned toward Tommy’s cock first and locked her lips around him, letting the moisture in her mouth wet him thoroughly, and sinking over him to take him deep. The ridge surrounding his satiny cap grazed her tongue. The blunt mushroom cap butted against the back of her throat. Taking a breath and easing open her jaw, she took him deeper still, pushing forward to take him right down her throat.

  His tortured groan drew fierce satisfaction. When he tangled his fingers in her hair, they didn’t pull her into position, they petted, showing her his pleasure.

  But she had another man waiting, so while she pumped her hand on Tommy’s slick cock, she turned to Karl and took him deep, bobbing and suctioning, unlocking her jaw and inviting his shallow thrusts, gurgling a little as he filled her. She continued working them, turning side-to-side, moaning to herself over the delicious treat.

  “Sarah,” Tommy cupped his hand over the one she used to stroke him, stopping her. “Not like this. I want to be inside you when I come. And you’re not nearly ready.”

  “Ready for what?” she asked, then glided her open mouth down one side of his dick.

  “For us.”

  She hadn’t thought about what this was going to be like. She hadn’t thought beyond this moment. If she had, she might have envisioned each man taking his turn with her. But when both men drew her up, Karl bending to kiss her mouth and saying a polite thank you, then both leading her between them to the bed—only then did she realize she’d be having sex with them both. At the same time.

  “How does this even work?” she asked, her voice oddly throaty.

  “Don’t you worry,” Tommy said. “We’ll do all the thinking. You just enjoy.”

  “I don’t want to just lie there and let you both pleasure me. I want to be involved.”

  “So you keep some control?”

  She nodded, lifting her chin.

  “All right,” Tommy said, approval glinting in his eyes. “Kneel at the edge of the bed.”

  How awkward would that be? Both men would be able to look right up her pussy, see her ass.

  Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you trust me?”

  “This is embarrassing.”

  Tommy grunted. “You’re naked. You came in the middle of a restaurant, and now you’re embarrassed because Karl is going to stare at your lovely ass?”

  “I have a little cellulite,” she muttered, stalling.

  Karl grinned. “Where? You’re just about the most fit woman I’ve ever seen. Must spend lots of time in the saddle.”

  “Well, hell. Can I take off the shoes?” Both men’s expressions fell, so shaking her head, she crawled onto the mattress, gripping the coverlet for balance. Her knees were on the mattress, but her feet were not. Her ass was high, her shoulders low.

  Behind her, she heard the stretch and snap of latex. Then hands, she wasn’t sure whose, widened her stance.

  Another cupped her sex. “Very nice,” Karl said, nearly purring. “When will you shave her?”

  She gasped. She’d never considered such a thing. That was for movie stars and strippers.

  Another hand smoothed over her bottom, a thumb dragging down the center, pausing alarmingly on her tiny rosette.

  “Also not something you can fuck,” Tommy murmured.

  Karl laughed. “Leaves only one thing.” A caress glided over her behind followed by a light slap. “I’ve never seen Tommy so territorial. He likes you.”

  At his tone, at once teasing and questioning, she smiled. That was one thing she didn’t doubt. Tommy liked her. Probably loved her. How did she feel about him?

  “Guys…” she whined and then grimaced as they chuckled.

  Lips lapped at her pussy and she couldn’t stop the involuntary clenching. A face nuzzled into her sex—nose, mouth and chin gliding in her moisture. She didn’t know whether to be grossed out or aroused, but the finger tapping her clit had her attention narrowing to the tiny bud. It swelled, hardening, and she felt the tightening in her core. They could do whatever they wanted. So long as they touched her there. Her knees were widened again.

  “Just the right height now,” Tommy said. Fingers spread her labia and a hot blunt cock pushed between her folds, sinking only an inch or two. “Your turn, Karl.”

  Karl walked around the bed and sat on the mattress. He swung up his legs and crawled toward her on his knees. When he was right in front of her, he raised his brows. “I’m going to fuck your mouth until I come. You okay with that?”

  She licked her lips.

  “Guess you are. I’ll have to hold your head in place while I stroke. You gonna be okay with that?”

  She nodded and he pulled her hair to the side, bunching it in one hand and then cupping her skull and gently bringing her closer. She opened her mouth, taking him inside, then waited as he pumped, adjusting his stance to center himself. As her jaw eased, he stroked deeper, and she angled her head to accommodate his girth, breathing through her nose.

  The moment he began to pump in earnest, so did Tommy.

  “Do you like this, Sarah, being fucked in front and from behind?” Tommy asked, his voice deep and raspy. “I won’t allow this often. Don’t think my heart could stand it. But I’ll give you anything you want. Whatever pleasures you. So long as you’re mine.”

  She heard what he said but couldn’t think, not stuffed with big pulsing cocks.

  Her pussy was soaked. Each time Tommy drove deep, she felt the squelch, heard the lewd moist sounds they made. Spit was leaking from her mouth as Karl continued shafting her.

  On her knees, her hands fisted in the covers, all she could do was take what both men gave—and then it hit her.

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bsp; She was being restrained, pinned in place—but she didn’t care. She couldn’t work up a good gasp or quiver of horror. Tommy was the reason. She’d always trusted him with her pleasure, always known he wouldn’t hurt or demean her.

  Even letting his friend fuck her mouth somehow didn’t feel tawdry. She felt gifted, lucky beyond belief. And then there wasn’t time to think at all.

  Tommy slammed against her buttocks, his big cock cramming inside and his heavy balls thudding against her clit with each hard, straight thrust.

  The cock in her mouth was pulsing, expanding. Karl’s breaths were getting shorter.

  She couldn’t resist the urge—she peeled off his condom. She had to feel his hot skin against her lips, lick him up and down, nothing between them. His fingers pulled her hair, holding her back. Tommy paused his strokes behind her.

  “You safe?” she asked, her voice thick.

  “Yeah, baby.” His gaze shot up and past her. Tommy must have nodded, because Karl thumbed open her jaw and stroked back inside her mouth. “I’m gonna come in your mouth,” he said, his voice tight. “You okay with that?”

  She nodded her head around his cock, suctioning harder, letting him know she was okay.

  A groan sounded, and then thick scalding spurts squirted down her throat. She swallowed down his come and then used her lips and tongue to clean him up, groaning as she swallowed down the sticky, salty fluid.

  Tommy’s fingers bit into her ass, holding her still while he hammered faster, his huge cock taking up all her space, crowding her walls, heating her up with luscious friction.

  Suckling softly at Karl’s cock, she moaned around him as another thrust from Tommy pushed her over the edge. She gasped then closed her lips again, arched her back and clenched her pussy around the cock reaming her from behind. Glorious waves of ecstasy washed over. She’d never had anything approaching this before, this free-falling delight.

  When the motions slowed behind her, she let go of Karl’s cock, glancing up and then laughing at Karl’s admiring expression.

  “I’ve never had a woman suck me quite like that. Like I was a pacifier or something.”

  She grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of one hand, balancing because Tommy was draped over her, still embedded inside her while his penis pulsed, flooding his condom.

  “I’ve never come with a man in my mouth and another in my pussy,” she said huskily. “So we’re even, I think.”

  Karl bent toward her face, kissed her mouth with a lusty slant of lips and then quickly left the bed. She didn’t watch him dress because Tommy was climbing up behind her, shoving her knees forward, keeping his cock inside her as he climbed onto the bed and fell over her body.

  “Anytime, bro,” Karl called out, chuckling because neither of them could muster a reply.

  Tommy nuzzled his face into the corner of her neck. “Did you like that?”

  “You killed me. And I think I’ll be blushing for a week.”

  “Blushing because you’re humiliated or because you liked it too much?”

  “You make me crazy, you do know that? I should be all kinds of ashamed.”

  His arms surrounded her, hugging her against his belly. “But you’re not.”

  “No, I’m satisfied like I’ve never been before. Not because I had another man, Tommy, but because you trust me. You have to or you wouldn’t let another man near me. You know, don’t you?”

  “That I’m your one and only, where it matters, in your heart?”

  He said it so hopefully, she couldn’t deny him an answer. She nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”

  He gave her another squeeze. A kiss pressed against the top of her shoulder. “Let’s sleep.”

  “You’re twelve years younger than me,” she said, smiling. “I should be the one ready to fall into a coma.”

  “You exhaust me. You’d damn near kill a man your own age.”

  She chuckled and let him move again, turning them on their sides and spooning her, his slackening cock still warm inside her. She could get used to this. Not the threesomes. That would be just plain greedy. But she could get used to falling asleep in Tommy’s arms.

  Chapter Seven

  The time in Abilene had been so perfect that it was shocking to Tommy when Sarah never called him.

  August stretched, hotter than hell. Everywhere trees and grass were brown, burned. Tempers flared. None more than his. And he knew the cause.

  Disappointment was a bitter pill. He ached inside, wondering what he’d done wrong. In the end, he finally figured out that she’d always intended the weekend to be a chance to work him out of her system for good.

  “I’m gonna leave,” he said at the dinner table one night.

  Silence followed his pronouncement. Zuri scowled at Colt, likely wanting him to fix the problem.

  Lena’s expression was solemn, her eyes moist.

  Gabe cussed and tossed his napkin on the table. “Enough. Just go to her. Tell her how you feel.”

  “She knows how I feel.”

  “You tell her you love her?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe not in so many words, but there’s no way she can’t know.”

  Lena reached out and placed her hand over his. “She’s a woman who doesn’t trust in men. The longer you failed to pick up the phone and call her, the more time she had to worry about all the reasons she thinks you won’t ever work.”

  Tommy rubbed his hands over his face. “Well, maybe she’s right.”

  Lena frowned. “Don’t be an idiot. How’d it feel when you had her to yourself? When she was in your arms?”

  Tommy glanced away because his eyes burned. He’d felt like he’d come home. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he’d been sure, bone-deep certain that she’d felt exactly the same way.

  Colt cleared his throat, drawing all eyes. “You deserve an explanation. Face-to-face. Don’t wait for her to come to you.” His face was shuttered, hard to read.

  Tommy wondered what he really thought about all this. “She’s worried about the difference in our ages.”

  “She might be worried about something else too.”

  Tommy frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  “Something Paul mentioned before he died. Part of his excuse for always gettin’ drunk. She can’t bear children.”

  Tommy’s stomach dropped. His breath left in a long whoosh. He’d always thought he’d be a dad.

  Colt’s jaw tightened, and his glance fell to his little girl, happily chasing peas around the tray of her high chair. “Be sure. If you approach her, you be sure that’s something you won’t blame her for on down the road.”

  Tommy nodded and then shoved up from the table. “Sorry, Zuri. Guess I’m not so hungry.”

  He strode out of the room, slamming his hands against the door harder than he’d intended, but the loud crash and the sting of his palms felt good. He’d been stewing for weeks, hoping for a fight, but no one had accommodated him, instead steering clear of him altogether. He’d been in his truck half a dozen times, pointing it toward her ranch, only to pull to the side of the road and beat up his steering wheel because he was so damn frustrated and confused.

  Outside on the porch, he played with his keys, flipping them around a finger as he watched the sun dip behind live oaks, glowing orange through the dark branches.

  “He’s right, you know,” Gabe said behind him. “You can’t leave it like this, bro. If you still love her, you need to try.”

  “What about children?” Tommy said, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain flooded him.

  “I can’t imagine not havin’ mine in my life. But just ’cause she can’t carry them, doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways.”

  “If I adopt, a child that isn’t Triplehorn blood will inherit my part of the ranch.”

  “Any child you bring here will be family. Don’t think for a minute we won’t accept him or her. Question is, did Colt just give you a good enough excuse to let her go?”

  T
ommy bent his head. “I’ve loved her since that summer. Every woman I ever spent time with couldn’t measure up. The fact she can’t have kids—it hurts, but only ’cause I know it causes her pain.”

  Gabe grunted. “Yeah, sounds like a Triplehorn. I don’t think it’s in our genes to love more than once.” He clapped a hand on his shoulder. “What’s it gonna be, Tommy? You gonna keep gettin’ more surly and mean, or are you gonna take a chance? See whether you’ve been wastin’ time moonin’ around here?”

  The breath Tommy blew out billowed his cheeks. He closed his fist around his keys. “I won’t be back tonight. I’ll either be with her or gettin’ shit-faced in Caldera.”

  “I won’t keep the lights on.”

  Sarah heard the slamming of a vehicle door in the distance and wondered who it might be coming this late at night.

  When she opened her front door and stepped out under the porch, her eyes widened on the figure stomping through her grass. “Tommy?”

  He didn’t answer. Didn’t even appear to be looking at her. His head was down, the brim of his hat hiding his face, but the clenched fists were telling.

  Her heart stopped and then sluggishly began thudding in her chest. She backed up toward her door, reaching behind her for the knob.

  Tommy stomped up the steps, his boots slamming against the wood, until he stood in front of her, gazing down with his storm-cloud eyes. “You didn’t call,” he said, his voice gruff.

  Tommy angry was different from Paul Colby in a snit. Something she shouldn’t have to remind herself about. She let go of the knob and leaned back against the wood, staring up into the face she’d dreamed about every night when she’d laid in her bed alone. “You didn’t call,” she said softly, repeating his words.

  Moisture filled his eyes and he glanced away blinking. “It was your choice. It was always your choice. Either you accepted me, or you used that weekend to get me out of your system. I waited for your call.”

  Sarah dropped her head, wanting to hide her face so he couldn’t see her expression, couldn’t guess what a coward she’d been. He’d been so proud of her that weekend, loving the fact she’d let go of her fears and inhibitions. But the moment she’d come back home, she’d been assailed with doubts.