by Jenny Penn
Dylan laughed at that, the deep rumble of his chuckles growing enticingly closer. “I don’t think you could have been any clearer, Firecracker, though I should warn you that I do enjoy spanking asses almost as much as I enjoy fucking.”
“You can spank it later, stud. Right now, it’s time to take it for a ride.”
“You heard the woman,” Josh chipped in as he slid a finger down between the swollen lips of her pussy to pin her clit beneath its heavy, callused weight. “It’s time to mount up like a man and give the lady what she wants.”
“How about what she deserves, baby brother?” Dylan laughed as Josh’s smile dipped into a frown.
“You’ve got twenty minutes on me,” Josh shot back, taking up an argument Casey had been listening to for the past several years.
It wasn’t the only argument she knew by heart. In fact, they’d turned disagreeing into a pastime, one that they both clearly enjoyed. Casey, on the other hand, was not in the mood to listen to the two of them try to one-up each other for the next hour, though she might be in the mood to feel them try.
“Twenty minutes and a good inch.” Dylan smirked.
“Then why don’t you—” Casey had been about to tell him to put that good inch to work, but Josh cut her off as though he didn’t even notice her there sitting on his cock.
“Please,” Josh snorted. “I got two on you all day long.”
“Two? That’s all you got?” Dylan snickered dismissively. “Well then, you might want to consider getting a strap-on because I’m sure Casey’s used to a lot more than two inches.”
“Okay, that’s it!” Josh snapped, grasping Casey by her hips and lifting her right off him to dump her on her feet.
Gaping in outrage, she watched as both brothers ignored her to take up the ridiculous argument.
“We’re getting a ruler.”
“Fine!” Dylan retorted as he crossed his arms over his naked chest and took his stand with his cock bobbing straight out as if trying to prove his point. “But it better be a long one because I need something that goes past twelve inches.”
“In your dreams.”
“I’m twelve when I’m soft.”
“You’re an inch and a half if you’re a day old.”
“Where is that damn ruler?”
Casey stared in disbelief at the brothers faced off before Dylan turned with that question and stormed off. Josh followed him as they continued to bicker and harass one another, leaving Casey standing there all alone watching them walk way.
She really shouldn’t be surprised. This is what happened when a woman was dumb enough to fall for two hardheaded brothers. That didn’t mean she was just going to stand there and take it.
Chapter 16
Lana shook her head at the blonde-haired beauty grinning like a damn clown back at her. She knew that grin, knew that it only ever led to trouble. That’s just what Angie lived for, which was a good thing because trouble followed her around like a shadow. That might have something to do with her propensity to stick her nose where it didn’t belong.
“I can’t believe that you’re still fighting this battle.” Angie sighed as she glanced around the jungle-themed garden she’d found Lana lounging in.
Actually Lana had been about to join the rest of the revelers playing in the pool that had been made to look like a perfectly blue lagoon. It even had its own waterfall, which was just perfect for washing off the sweat on a muggy night like this one.
“I mean really, honey, you could sell your stake in this club back to those bozos and end up rich, and you’re already hot…what else could a woman want?”
That was Angie, not shallow but definitely superficial in a lot of ways. She was also blunt, opinionated, loyal, big-hearted and a lot of fun to hang out with.
“First off, I’m already rich,” Lana corrected her with a smirk. “And what I want can’t be bought.”
“Oh, please,” Angie groaned as she shot Lana a frown that still, nonetheless, held a hint of mirth to it. “Chase Davis isn’t even worth the two cents Patton paid for him. Neither is that little brother of his, Devin. Now Slade…”
“You got a thing for the nerdy ones, huh?”
“I got a thing for a man who knows how to take care of a woman,” Angie corrected her, her Spanish lineage coming through in that moment as she smiled smugly, or maybe it was her Italian lineage.
It was hard to tell with Angie which half of her overly passionate family history was motivating her in that moment. Of course, there was also the Irish influence. Given all that, though, Angie was as American as they came with her violently pink, barely alcoholic girl-drink sitting in front of her.
“And I’m not just talking about in bed,” Angie qualified as she swizzled a too-cute, tiny umbrella through her barely touched drink.
“That’s because you don’t know anything about ‘in bed,’ virgin,” Lana retorted. “Trust me, those two idiots you’ve been chasing after for the past decade are only known to be good at one thing…though I think the bed is considered optional.”
“That may be,” Angie allowed. “But that’s why they need me, to teach them how to be real men.”
Lana snorted at that. “Good luck.”
“Now, see, that’s your problem,” Angie informed her as she straightened up on her stool. “You—”
“Hey, Angie.” Dean Carver appeared by her side with a sly smile and a gaze that dipped pointedly downward. “It’s good to see you again.”
“I would say the same, but since you so rudely interrupted my conversation, I’d be lying,” Angie shot back with clear disdain before reaching out one lone finger to tip Dean’s chin back up. “And my eyes are up here.”
Angelina was the only woman who would strut around naked and actually expect men to look her in the face. Hell, she demanded it, which was one of the reasons that she was considered a real catch among the Cattlemen. That and the fact that she was a virgin, a haughty, hot, snotty virgin that every man there wanted to teach a lesson.
There was a price on Angelina’s ass, and they were all vying to pop that cherry for her. They didn’t dare press the issue, though, because Angie was the faucet that kept the women coming. Without Angelina’s connection as a travel agent, all those hungry, lonely women would have ended up on singles cruises instead of playing servants to the Cattlemen’s desires.
It was that business association that had grown into a real friendship between Lana and Angie, a minor miracle really, given that Angie was one of Patton’s good friends. Of course, Patton didn’t know that Lana considered Angie the same—a good friend, and she didn’t have many of those
“I guess that it was my mistake then,” Dean shot back coolly as he straightened away from the bar Lana and Angie were seated at. “Pardon me, ladies.”
He managed to make that last word sound like an insult and left no doubt that’s just what he was—insulted. Angie didn’t care. Heaving her own aggrieved sigh, she rolled her eyes and shook her head as her gaze shifted back toward Lana.
“I really don’t know how you put up with these men. They’re all a bunch of prima donnas if you ask me.”
“And is that what you tell your clients when you sell them on their weekend passes to paradise?”
“No. I tell them the men know how to make a woman purr.” Angie’s smile returned as she snickered. “Of course, I only have your word to go on that.”
“You don’t have to take my word for it,” Lana assured her. “You can ask any woman here…in fact, you can ask them now because I’ve got to take this.”
Picking up the phone that had started to vibrate on the bar top, Lana frowned at the number flashing on the screen. The call was coming in from one of the cubes, and she knew exactly who was on the other end.
* * * *
“Three-eighths of an inch! Ha!” Dylan raised his arms and pumped his fist in victory as Josh scowled and tried to snatch the tape measure out of his hand.
“Oh, shut up,” he snapped. “And g
ive me that.
Pumping and stroking his dick back to full length, Josh stretched the tape measure out down the length of his erection and frowned. “I need Casey. She’s the one who knows how to make the wood really grow.”
“Yeah…Casey.” Dylan stilled, his grin dipping as he caught Josh’s gaze. They shared a moment of heavy silence as it dawned on both of them just how they’d left her… “She’s going to be pissed.”
That was an understatement as far as Josh was concerned, but in their defense, she knew how they could be when it came to settling their arguments. Neither twin liked to be wrong and tended to become consumed with proving themselves right, which was just what had happened that night.
The real problem wasn’t the argument. It had been finding a measuring tape. That had required putting on pants and abandoning her in the cube. They shouldn’t have done that, or, at least, they shouldn’t have left her unleashed.
“Shit!” Josh echoed Dylan’s sentiment exactly as both brothers began rushing to right their pants.
“We are in so much trouble,” Dylan warned Josh as they both tried to fit through the bathroom door at the same time.
They popped out into the club’s main hall, only to stumble over each other as both brothers came to a quick halt. Their gazes, along with everybody else’s in the large room, locked on the screen still reflecting the events unfolding in Casey’s cube.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
Neither was she naked. Not really. Dressed in almost all leather, with a whip in her hand, Casey lorded over the three naked women writhing at her feet. Josh barely took note of the orgy she was clearly conducting. Instead, his gaze remained fixated on Casey and how good she looked in her cute, little outfit.
It was comprised of a cupless corset that pushed her plump breasts upward in a mouthwatering display of tits and cleavage and a skirt too short to leave much to the imagination. Best of all, though, were the five-inch-stiletto boots that laced all the way up to her knees.
“I think I can beat that three-eights now,” Josh whispered. Hell, he was certain of it.
“Yeah?” Dylan nodded toward the clock now counting down over the projector. “You notice the scoreboard?”
He hadn’t, not until then. On one side it read, Girls, on the other, Boys. They were at zero while the girls were at eight, which turned to nine as one of the women let out a scream and convulsed with an obvious release.
“We are in so much trouble,” Josh whispered, agreeing with Dylan’s earlier sentiment because he was beginning to get a picture of what was going on. From the glares they were getting, Josh knew, too, that they were about to lose control of more than just Casey.
“Come on,” Josh nudged Dylan, breaking him out of his own stupor. “Let’s go join the show before somebody else starts racking up our points.”
“And you better hurry,” Lana spoke up from behind them, catching both Josh’s and Dylan’s attention as she shook her head at them. “You two…you know your girl has all but started the third world war—the one of the sexes?”
“How? What did she do?” Josh wasn’t certain what Lana was talking about, but he had a sick feeling it had something to do with the scoreboard.
“She publicly declared that women didn’t need men because they were better at giving it to each other than men were, and as you can see”—Lana nodded toward the screen—“you’re proving her right with every second she sits there smugly doing her nails. Would you like to know what Chase has to say about that?”
“No.” Dylan scowled, clearly irritated at being threatened. “We’re going, and trust me, we can drive Casey to nine orgasms like that!” Dylan snapped his fingers at Lana before sticking his chin in the air and strutting off, full of confidence.
He hollered back at Josh, interrupting him before he could offer Lana a more sincere assurance. “You coming, Mr. Three-Eighths Short?”
“You want to re-measure now?” Josh demanded to know, taking instant offense as he took off after Dylan. “Because I’m ready to go.”
“I bet you are, but you know what?” Dylan paused at the exit to turn and meet Josh’s glare. “So am I, only I’d rather put that extra inch to better use.”
With that, Dylan stepped back, using his butt to push open the door. After a second’s hesitation, Josh stepped past him and out into the night with a mutter.
“Fine, but I call cunt.”
Issuing that claim, Josh started to storm down the grassy path that was being well trod that night. He left Dylan to argue with himself, not that his brother wasted any time following him. Besides, getting stuck with the ass wasn’t such a bad deal.
“You know, we really probably should come up with a plan before we get back to the cube,” Dylan suggested, jogging up alongside Josh to fall in step with him. “Because Casey, no doubt, has one.”
“I think we’ve already seen her plan,” Josh retorted, silently thinking of everything else they’d gotten to see of hers. Hell, there weren’t any secrets left between them.
“That’s not what I meant,” Dylan muttered. “Trust me, I know the criminal mind—”
“Casey is not a criminal,” Josh reminded him, already knowing the direction this paranoid conversation was going.
“She’s up to no good and, no doubt, has a phase two to her scheme.”
“And what is this great scheme? To make us fuck her? Because I’m willing to concede that point and be happy to be called a loser.”
“What if it’s to make us beg? Or to see how many times she can make us come?”
“Still, not seeing the problem here, old man.” Josh really wasn’t. Alarming tone aside, Dylan didn’t seem to have much of an argument. “But let’s just say there is one…what do you suggest we do?”
“I don’t know.” Dylan shrugged and shot Josh an expectant look. “You’re the strategy guy. I’d think you’d have some clue as to what to do.”
“I do. Fuck her.”
“That’s it? Fuck her?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Josh nodded. “Fuck her, long and often.”
Josh’s flippant attitude didn’t seem to sit well with Dylan, but what didn’t sit well with Josh was the number of men gathered around the courtyard of their cube. They were watching and cheering on the show the three women were putting on while Casey had moved on to flipping through a magazine.
“You want a plan?” Josh turned on his brother, who was eyeing the crowd with the same distaste as him. “Then here it is. We keep Casey happy and occupied until the end of the week. Then we take her home and keep her.”
“We can’t just take her and keep her.” Dylan snorted. “There is no way she’d let us get away with that.”
“Yes, there is,” Josh contradicted, certain of his own conclusions. “Casey’s in love with us. She’s just afraid to admit it.”
“Casey? Afraid?” Dylan sounded bewildered by the very idea. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Sure it is, and she has every reason to be. After all, we’ve spent the last four years rejecting her,” Josh pointed out. “We can’t exactly blame her for not trusting us now, can we?”
Dylan opened his mouth to disagree but snapped it close when Josh shot him a pointed look. He knew better than to argue because there was no point in even trying to deny the obvious. They’d both been waiting for the other to figure out the truth, to realize that not only were they both in love with Casey but that she wanted them both as well.
* * * *
Dylan didn’t bother to answer Josh but turned and headed inside. Shedding his pants as he went, he strutted right up to where Casey was sitting, reading some article in her girlie magazine. He plucked her off her seat and ignored her startled shriek as he ripped the clothes clean off her body and spun her around to bend her right over.
He hesitated only long enough to roll on a condom, and then he was fisting a hand in Casey’s copper-toned curls as he shoved a leg between hers and forced her to open up the pink folds of her pussy and expose
her wet flesh to the blunt invasion of his hard shaft. Casey giggled and wiggled back as she cast a look over her shoulder at him that assured Dylan she was claiming her victory, even if he was claiming her body.
“It certainly took you long enough to return.”
He answered that with a smooth thrust of his hips as he fucked the painfully throbbing length of his cock past the soft caress of her lips and into the tight, velvety heaven of Casey’s body. The sheer bliss of driving himself deep into the velvety clench of her body was only amplified when she bent all the way over to reach between her legs and capture his balls in her cool fingers.
She worked him with a skill that only fueled the primitively possessive fires raging within him as she rolled and tugged on his balls, making him sweat and feeding the frantic rhythm of his hips as he pounded into Casey with hard, relentless thrusts. He fucked the giggles right out of her.
The bubbly sounds quickly turned to moans of need and want before being smothered into the wet, slurpy noises of a devouring that had Dylan cracking open his heavy lids that had fallen shut with his first stroke into paradise.
Josh had stepped up in front of Casey and put her pouty lips to good use. She didn’t seem to mind. She nursed Josh’s cock with a greedy abandon that had Dylan’s brother sweating and cursing within a matter of seconds.
Dylan smiled and allowed his eyes to drift back closed. This was perfection. There was no other word to describe the searing hot rapture that erupted out of his balls as he felt Casey’s cunt tighten around him. The walls of her sheath rippled and spasmed with the beginning quivers of her release.
He could have lived there in that moment forever. Only Dylan couldn’t hold on, or hold back, as the rising tide of pleasure began to swamp through him. His consolation was that Josh came first. With a roar, his brother gave it up, his whole body arching and straining as he pumped the seed of his release deep into Casey’s throat.