by BJ Wane
Greg eyed the sway of Kelsey’s near-white hair as her small frame all but vibrated with tension. When Jordan had introduced her at the airport, he’d caught his first glimpse of uncertainty flickering in her expressive eyes that didn’t match the brazen attitude she’d given them since. That look kept popping up, and he intended to ask Jordan more about her past, and their relationship with her, the next time he called. He waited until Tom was out of earshot before murmuring, “I wonder if our girl missed us today or what we’ve introduced her to.”
Devin’s glare didn’t surprise Greg, nor did his answer. “She’s not our girl. I agreed to indulge her for a short time, that’s it.”
“Okay.” No sense in arguing with him, Greg thought. Since Kelsey would be leaving by the end of the month, he knew it wouldn’t be wise to give in to the soft spot he’d developed for her or consider anything except a short-term liaison. But given the quick twist in his gut when he’d seen her stomping toward them with that glint of pain in her bright eyes, he feared it might be too late to keep from wishing she would hang around for a while. “But we shouldn’t reward her for that pissy attitude.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can find a way to deal with it, but not with another spanking. She likes that punishment too much. Tomorrow we’ll have a short window of opportunity between the time this group checks out and the next reservations arrive.”
Greg lifted his hat and brushed his hair back as they started walking toward the house to wash up for the evening. “At least we have an easier schedule over the next week. Tomorrow, the newlywed couple and the hunting party are the only new arrivals, and we’re just providing cabins and food for the hunters. Our young lovebirds weren’t interested in the day consuming group activities, just in hiking and a trail ride or swimming with the horses, if the weather holds out.”
Devin tossed his hat on a hook just inside the front door as they entered. “That just leaves the Kilpatricks to check in on Friday. They’re wanting a few days of quiet and rest before driving back to Virginia, so it looks like we’ll have an easier go of it over the weekend, until it picks up again next week. I’m more than ready to slow down and have the place to ourselves. We’ve been booked solid since May.”
“Four months of working twelve to fourteen hour days is needed and worth it to take the winter months off. Quit complaining and go shower. I’m hungry.” Greg veered down the hall to his bedroom as Devin took the stairs to his, his mind jumping to all the different ways they could torture Kelsey’s delectable, petite body.
“What else can I help you with, Mary?” Kelsey returned the tray she’d carried the desserts out to the buffet on to the kitchen counter, refusing to give in to the urge to look towards the front doors. She didn’t care if those two were speculating on her attitude. Let them wonder. She was so ready to get out of this backwoods place and back home. If she didn’t know better, she would swear it was that time of month, given her mood swings all day.
Mary proved to be as shrewd as Greg and Devin when she glanced around from pulling a large pan out of the oven, frowned and asked, “Something bothering you, hon?”
Tears pricked her eyes and she turned her head as she answered, “No, just at odds with myself all day, and missing home.”
“You’re not used to traveling?” Mary set the pan down and pulled off the foil cover. Kelsey’s stomach rumbled as she caught a whiff of the bubbling lasagna.
“Not alone.” And the guys had eased her loneliness the last few days, until today. Surely, she couldn’t have become addicted to their attention in such a short time. If so, she was in trouble when she returned home. “My foster parents took me on a few short trips when I was a teenager, but we never left Pennsylvania. They thought I would like a change when I mentioned planning a vacation.” The lie they had come up with to give the ranch employees didn’t sit well with her. Mary and Les, as well as Tom had been good to her. Even though she understood the need to keep the real reason she was hanging around here between her and Greg and Devin, she didn’t have to like it.
“Aren’t you enjoying yourself, then?”
Mary looked upset at the thought of her not having fun and Kelsey couldn’t stand to worry the motherly woman. It wouldn’t be right to take out her lousy mood on her when she’d been so nice. To reveal she’d spent the day pining for Greg and Devin’s attention sounded petty and selfish even to her.
“I am, Mary. In fact, tomorrow afternoon, Otis and Silas are going to take me fishing. I’m not sure I’ll like it, but I’ve never shied away from trying something at least once.”
“Good to know, Kelsey.”
Kelsey jumped upon hearing Devin’s slow drawl behind her followed by his large hand landing on her shoulder. He squeezed, and she sucked in a deep breath as that simple touch filled her with warmth.
“Quit teasing the girl and carry this out to the buffet, Devin,” Mary told him with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Lasagna? Mary, sweetheart, you know me too well.” Dropping his hand, he stepped around her and picked up the hot pads before reaching for the large pan. “God, this looks good. I’m going to fill my plate before anyone else gets in line.” He turned, his midnight gaze landing on Kelsey before he walked out without another word, leaving her to wonder what he meant by that remark.
“Go on, hon. Everything’s done for now. I appreciate your help.”
“Okay. It sounds like I better get in line behind Devin if I want a taste of your lasagna.”
Thinking it best to stay away from her hosts until she got herself under control, Kelsey joined Otis and Silas for dinner. They must not have cared since they both seemed content to dine and spend the evening with their other guests. She tried not to let their indifference rub her wrong; after all, she chose to socialize tonight with everyone but them too. But that small corner of her brain reserved just for them didn’t like it.
Kelsey managed to dump her unexplainable bad mood while sitting down to eat with Silas and Otis. She’d grown fond of them, enjoying the way they bickered back and forth and liked to tease her. After beating them both at pool, she followed Tom and a few others out to the fire pit to roast marshmallows and listen to him play the guitar. By the time she fell into bed, she was tired enough to make it almost to morning without being disturbed by the memory of a man falling over a rail to his death.
After a successful morning of getting caught up with her work, Kelsey ventured outside the next day in a better mood. The tour bus was loaded and pulling out, which meant the ranch would be quiet for a few hours before the next guests checked in. And that meant Greg and Devin wouldn’t be as busy. She hoped they would carve out time to treat her to a few more of those powerful orgasms they were so good at giving her. She didn’t have nearly enough yet to get her by after she left. What she craved most was their full possession. They’d shown her what they could do with fingers and mouths. Now she wanted more.
A delicate shiver crawled up her spine as Kelsey watched them stride into the stables, wondering if their cock size was as big as the rest of them. She’d never given much thought to that until now, but then, her previous boyfriends were average in build. They came out of the stable astride their stallions and took off at a gallop toward a small herd of black cattle.
They have chores to do, animals that needed tending, you moron. The silent lecture worked to dispel the grip of disappointment clogging her throat. After grabbing a bottled water, she found Tom and told him she would be at the creek with Otis and Silas and then took off down the forested path she’d come to know so well. Even learning how to reel in a slimy, squirming fish was better than spending the afternoon alone.
“There you are. Where have you been?” Devin eyed Kelsey’s flushed face and bright eyes as she entered the house, his gut clenching when she broke out into a beaming smile.
“I caught a fish! It was kind of gross, and I refused to touch the slimy thing, but I caught it all by myself!”
“Proud of yourself, are you?” He didn’t know if
she knew it, but she exhibited the same enthusiasm whenever she took Cleo out and attempted a new maneuver. “It seems you’re turning into a regular outdoorsman.”
She wrinkled her nose in that way he found so cute and he had to take a mental step back. One of them showing signs of attachment to a girl who was only a temporary guest in their home was bad enough.
“I don’t think so.” She shrugged and looked away from him. “Just entertaining myself with what’s available.”
He caught the slight accusation in her light tone and softened a tad more toward her. Greg had been right; she wanted more of what they’d introduced her to. That fit in well with their plans before they had to prepare for two more arrivals shortly.
He crooked his finger. “Come with me.”
Kelsey started to twiddle her thumbs, suspicion clouding her eyes as her brows dipped in a frown. “Why?”
Devin spun on his heel, his tone taking on a darker edge with his answer. “Because I said to.” The thrill of satisfaction running through him when she padded behind him without complaint shouldn’t feel so good, and he refused to read anything more into it than a sub pleasing him with her obedience. Her sudden, indrawn breath told him the moment she spotted Greg standing by the sofa in the den, holding a silicone hand paddle down at his side.
“Little bit, we’re not happy with you,” Greg said as soon as she reached him, Devin moving to flank her on the other side. “Strip.”
She stiffened, but there was no denying the pucker of her nipples under the thin tee shirt. “Is this because I was in a bad mood yesterday, because if so…”
Devin held up a hand and she clamped her lips together, the spark of irritation in her wide eyes at odds with the twirling of her thumbs. “We’re going to address the reason for your pissy mood. You were put out because we didn’t take the time to explore more of your interest in the lifestyle, but just like at the club, you never considered we might have had a reason for stepping back for a day, did you?”
Kelsey bit her lip, a look of chagrin crossing her face as she flicked a wary glance from him to Greg before muttering a lame defense. “I figured you were too busy working.”
“Well, you figured wrong. I don’t like to repeat an order twice, but given you’re still a newbie, I’ll make one exception. Strip.” Greg snapped the red hand-shaped rubber end of the paddle against his thigh.
She’s so small, Devin thought, watching her pull her top off and then shimmy out of her tight jeans. They didn’t fuck all the women they shared at the same time, reserving that pleasure for the few who showed an interest in double penetration. Neither of them could tell if Kelsey was interested in going that far, but if she was, they would have to give it careful consideration before indulging her. Her size alone might make it impossible. He admitted he wouldn’t mind pinning that petite, soft body under him for a long ride between her thighs. But it was how badly he’d been aching to do so ever since he’d felt her tight, slick muscles squeezing his fingers that needed examining. That was why he’d used the hairbrush on her; he hadn’t been sure he could hold back if he felt her wet heat again. That was a hard truth to admit since he’d fought against welcoming her here and was also why he’d come up with this scene for today. He knew his best friend too well to tell Greg that.
Greg moved behind her as he stepped forward and cupped her nape, tilting her head back. “In case you haven’t figured it out, Master Greg and I have been Doms a long time and, believe it or not, we know what we’re doing. You’re not only a newbie, but you have a small, tight body. Neither of us would risk causing you physical damage by pushing too hard too fast, hence, the day off to give you time to both mentally and physically adjust to our preferences.”
“Oh.” A quick, teasing grin lit up her face as she leaned into Devin. “Does this mean my reprieve is over?”
“It means,” Greg stated, snapping the spanker on her right buttock, “that you have another lesson coming. You already know to say red to put a halt on what we’re doing. But if you’re unsure, say yellow and we’ll pause to address your concerns. If you’re good and we ask for a color, give us the green light for continue. Got it?” He swatted her other cheek and she yelped in surprise.
“Yes, yes, I got it.” Her rushed tone changed to wariness as Devin released her nape and pulled the small vial of peppermint oil from his pocket.
“Some women like this, some find it too intense. You will let us know if that’s the case with you.” After rubbing the oil into both nipples and feeling them grow taut under his finger, he handed the bottle to Greg. “It’s time for you to make up to your Doms for your lack of trust.” With a quick, hard kiss, he lowered his zipper and released his cock into his hand before taking a seat on the sofa. He waited until Greg stuck one booted foot between her feet and nudged them further apart before ordering, “Spread your pussy open for Master Greg, baby.”
Kelsey gulped as she dropped her hands to her labia. She should feel bad for not trusting in their experience more but was too excited about the prospect of taking that beautiful cock in her mouth. Fellatio had always been a tit for tat part of sex for her; if her partner was willing to go down on her, she was happy to reciprocate. But for the first time, she wanted to put her mouth on a man’s straining erection for no other reason than to please him. That in itself gave her a pleasurable vibe that popped up goosebumps along her arms.
Her nipples warmed and tingled from the oil. She was already damp, her thumbs sliding along her labia as she tried to get enough traction to push the puffy folds apart. She was both mortified and aroused by Devin’s dark eyes pinned to her crotch and Greg’s oily fingers gliding between her cheeks, over her anus on their way to her pussy from behind, the chaotic responses spiking her pulse and snagging her breath.
“Oh, God,” Kelsey choked as Greg went right for her clit as soon as she managed to spread her slick lips. The brush of oil on the sensitive bundle of already swollen nerves worked as diabolically there as it did on her nipples. But they didn’t give her time to adjust to the arousing stimulation as Greg palmed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees between Devin’s spread thighs.
Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “Take him in your mouth, Kelsey. Let me watch you please my friend.”
She could no more turn away from his dark commanding voice than she could resist the temptation to taste the pearl droplet seeping from Devin’s smooth cock head. As soon as her knees hit the braided rug, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around his crown. With one swipe of her tongue, she tasted his essence and basked in the low groan rumbling from his chest above her. Her nipples and clit throbbed and heated even more, the targeted sensations distracting her from her duty until the sharp slap of the spanker hit the under curve of one cheek.
“Focus, little bit.” Greg swatted her other side, the dual stings working to center her.
Kelsey pushed at Devin’s hand still wrapped around the wide width of his length, pleased when he let go and let her take his place. So hard, so hot, a rod of silk covered steel. His cock seared her palm where she could feel his blood pumping through the thick veins. Closing her eyes, she dipped down, tightened her lips and took long, slow licks around and up and down his rigid length. Hard, calloused hands cupped her breasts, fingers tugged on her engorged, burning clit and steady swats of that small rubber hand covered her quivering backside.
The stinging taps peppering her buttocks spurred her on, the one landing between her legs, on the tender skin of her labia, shook her to the core. Through the storm of sensations battering her body, she worked his straining shaft. Tight suctions as she pulled up, light tongue swirls as she descended. Devin jerked in her mouth as she pressed her tongue under the rim of his mushroom cap, his low curse forcing her eyes open.
“Breathe, baby,” he instructed, releasing one breast to tug on her hair and pull her off him.
Shaking with the deep breath she took, Kelsey glanced up at Greg as he caressed her buttocks with the spanker. The lust
she saw swirling in his green gaze begged for release. She tightened her hand on Devin as she reached out and tried to tug Greg’s zipper down. “Shit. You’ll have to help or risk getting pinched.”
“Wouldn’t want that. Are you sure, Kelsey?” he asked, covering her hand with his.
She replied without hesitation. “Green. How’s that for an answer?”
Devin pinched her nipple with a warning. “Don’t get cheeky. We have to be sure.”
Damn, this strict protocol shit can be cool, but it can also be a pain. Of course, she didn’t say that aloud, just smiled sweetly and replied, “Sorry, Sir.”
Greg shook his head and freed his erection into her waiting hand. Pumping Devin’s cock, she dipped her head over Greg’s shaft, his girth and length filling and stretching her mouth every bit as much as Devin’s had. Moving back and forth between the two, she pumped and sucked, stroked and squeezed, loving their hands running all over her, wherever they could reach. Her breathing quickened along with theirs as she found pleasure in arousing them. Greg jumped in her hand with a deep groan as Devin did the same in her mouth. Lifting her head, she licked her lips as she jerked on both cocks until they spewed their releases onto her hands. She’d been so intent on pleasing them, she’d forgotten about her own burning need until she saw Devin reach across to the end table and grab a handful of wipes.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he handed some to Greg who used his to cleanse the oil from her nipples.
Devin cleaned her hands as he answered, “Did you think you would get rewarded with an orgasm for not trusting us? That’s not the way this works, Kelsey.”
Shaking in disbelief as Greg gave her one of his wicked grins and swiped up between her labia, it took every ounce of Kelsey’s control to keep from screaming in frustration. Even after Greg finished, her nipples and clit still ached with soft pulses of arousal. “You’re not serious, are you?” From the looks on their faces as Devin stood and they both tucked their sated members back into their jeans, she knew they were. Any other time, she might enjoy being on her knees naked between them, but not with her body clamoring for relief.