Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“What difference does it make? Did you or did you not ask her to marry you?” he asked, pushing her aside and standing again.

“Yes.”

“Did you or did you not accept?” he asked, directing the question to Julie.

“I didn’t give him an answer.”

“Well?” Duke asked, placing his hands on his hips which created quite an image. His fury grabbed the best of him, and his cock shriveled up until he was flaccid. He stood inches from her, his hands at his hips, his legs splayed, and his cock dangling between his legs. If he’d been hard, he might have looked a tad bit more intimidating.

Might, hell.

“Well, I wanted to see what you thought about it,” she explained. “I’d never give one of you an answer without consulting the other. You know that.”

Duke looked immediately relieved, and Hank appeared okay with her explanation as well. “So what did you think?”

“About the proposal?”

“You’re dancing, Julie,” Duke said.

“Hell, we all are!” Hank exclaimed, motioning for her. “Come back to bed.”

“Make me,” she challenged him, immediately admiring the beautiful spark of recognition. He knew what she wanted from them. And he would give her everything she needed without wasting one minute of precious time.

“You want me to tie you up?” Hank asked suddenly, a dark and mysterious edge in his tone.

“No, Sir,” she replied, playing along. For the moment, the conversation was tabled for later.

“Do you want a spanking for bad behavior?” Duke asked, grabbing her by the hips and pushing her to the bed. She landed on the mattress facedown and Hank gave her a loving caress, as if his hand softened the blow, not that she needed to be coddled and pampered then.

In fact, she didn’t need a loving hand. She longed for an aggressive lover, a lover who would manhandle her a bit until she was groveling for sex, longing for penetration, and making her demands, begging to be fucked.

“What do you want, Julie?” Hank whispered, pulling her up by the hair of her head.

“I want to be wild with you.”

Hank lifted layers of hair and peered underneath. Long strands covered her eyes, but through the parted curls, she could see the sincerity staring back at her.

She needed to be wild and reckless. Hank wanted something else altogether. And Duke, well Duke wasn’t in any position to make a suggestion. He was erect and ready for a good time. His hard length pressed forward, and the pulsing veins in his cock were clearly visible.

Duke wouldn’t make it through a wild and reckless night. Duke’s control was shot to hell.

“I don’t want to get wild with you,” Hank rasped, pulling her over him. “I want what we had a few minutes ago. I want to love you, Julie. I need you to let me know you love me, too.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked. “You and Duke have had plenty of practice. Between the two, I think you both know what to do.”

* * * *

Something snapped in Hank earlier that day. Maybe it was the way Sam talked about Annie, the reasons he gave for deserting his wife in lieu of something different, a walk on the other side of the tracks. Perhaps the chain of events leading them into the night just made him appreciate what he had in Julie. He preferred the familiar over strange anytime.

He stroked her cheek as he studied her face, noticing things about her then that he hadn’t paid attention to before. She had a few lines around her eyes now, and age left its mark around her lips, a wrinkle here or there. She was far too young for the signs of passing time, but considering her career and the stressful life she lived, she wasn’t untouched by age.

Hank pressed his lips to hers. “Relax.”

That was Julie’s problem. She was always in a hurry. She typically had somewhere she needed to be day before yesterday, or three days from tomorrow.

Wrapping her body in his arms, he savored the feeling of her body next to his. He ran his fingers up and down her shoulders, across her back, and toward her spine. She shivered as he caressed her and jerked when his fingers traced one of the permanent scars.

Julie would heal, but the reminders would forever remain. She’d almost died. He and Duke came close to losing her forever.

“Marry us,” Hank whispered across her lips. “Marry us, because you know you’ll never love again.”

“He’s right,” Duke assured her, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“I know,” she whispered, half dreamily.

“Then say yes,” Duke whispered, kissing her nape.

“Are you asking, too?”

Hank held his breath, anticipating what his brother would say. They’d discussed this before. They had options. They could each marry Julie in a different country or they could have a private ceremony. The third choice, one Hank hoped Duke wouldn’t mention, was for one to marry Julie, and the other to be her lover and as much a part of her life as the brother she took as her husband.

There were too many possible problems with the latter scenario, too many ways they could each later cry foul.

“Of course, I’m asking,” Duke said, winking. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to call Mrs. Hinman.”

Hank released a sudden sigh and Julie said, “You were worried there for a minute.”

“A little, yes,” he replied, the confession not an easy one to admit.

She pecked his lips and then turned to Duke and kissed him as well. “You are the greatest loves of my life. Of course I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

“It’s about time you realized you were still in love with us,” Duke teased, drawing her hands to his lips.

“She knew it all along,” Hank told him.

“He’s right of course,” Julie said, taking Duke’s hand and placing his fingers at her breast. “Now show me how lucky I’ll be when I become Mrs. Duke-Hank Hinman.”

Hank released an exaggerated sigh. “For a minute there, I was afraid you wouldn’t remember what we were doing when we were so rudely interrupted.”

“How could I forget,” she said, pushing him to the bed and climbing atop him. At the same time, her arm propelled by her hips and she placed a hand on Duke’s waist, guiding him behind her. “There’s lube in the drawer,” she informed him, giving Hank a saucy smile.

Duke walked around the bed, retrieved a tube of clear lubricant and returned with the fluid all over his fingers. Pressing his palm to her back, Duke encouraged her to resume her earlier position.

“Oh yes,” she whimpered as Hank entered her. “I believe we were just about right here.”

He pumped his cock inside her. “Here?” He went deeper. “Or was it right about here?”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered, awaiting the second penetration. “Yes. Right there. Perfect.”

Taking her hips to hand, Duke plunged inside her hole. Hank rammed his cock higher, fighting for space and earning his place.

Hank’s cock thrummed inside her hot channel and her pussy closed around him. He watched her face become aglow with lust. “You’re more beautiful now than I’ve ever seen you.”

“Hank,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to his, most likely in attempt to shut him up.

“You are,” Duke assured her too, not one to be outdone.

“Then both of you show me.”

“Not a problem,” Hank said, rooting his cock inside her pulsing walls. “Hang on, baby, this might be a rough and rowdy good time.”

* * * *

She was slippery when wet, but this was different. She was moist from front to back and getting wetter with every stroke.

Hank made love to her in a way he never had. His eyes followed hers as they watched their bodies move together, studying themselves in the full-length mirror located bedside. She wondered which one of them requested floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

Her money was on both.

Behind her, Duke held onto her ass, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs as he impaled her, fucked her, took and possessed her completely. “There,” he said, wedging his cock between her cheeks. “Ah yes, baby. Work those hips.”

Duke turned and watched, too. The way their bodies undulated together was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. It was as if they were synchronized dancers swaying to their favorite song.

Her pussy was on fire, an inferno set to erupt as Hank locked his cock inside her cunt and stroked, even and fierce one minute and buck wild without a lick of direction, the next. Duke cursed as he tried to keep up, managed to follow the undetermined tempo and eventually set one of his own.

“Sweet heaven,” she purred, her eyes closing as her orgasm came closer. “Harder.”

They both complied.

“There,” she whispered, her body accepting them as they invaded her. “Slower.”

As if their cocks were on timers destined to perform the most sensual dance of a lifetime, they accommodated her as quickly as they were asked, slowing down the rhythm until she was going out of her mind, completely crazy with the new lust rising.

With grinding, painstakingly slow motions, Duke bumped against her bottom, his cock sliding in and out. “Don’t move,” he bit out.

She bucked against him in spite of herself and he immediately smacked her ass. “I told you not to move.”

“I need to come!” she exclaimed, understanding the need building between them. Hank bit down on his bottom lip. He fucked her then as if he’d never screw her again, and there wasn’t a question in her mind.

Hank was close. Duke was there. And she would probably explode twice before either of them reached a satisfying end.

“Son-of-a-blasted-bitch!” Duke exclaimed, pumping inside her. “Fuck! I lost it!” he screamed, paddling her behind. “Vixen!”

She twisted her ass and turned her head, tempting him with her kiss. His tongue pressed through the seam of her lips and he held onto her chin as Hank worked harder and harder for his release, too.

Hank stalled. Duke slid away. With him out of the picture, Hank shifted positions, tucked her body under his and fucked her until she swore under her breath. As the swearing began, so came the orgasms. And once they started, they went on and on. Kind of like the endless love she held for the two men who inspired them.

Chapter Eighteen

The next morning, Frank was out at the paddock. He leaned over the fence as he watched the horses frolicking in the field.

“Frank!” she called out as she ran toward him. “What are you doing here?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want any sass from you. I asked Duke to help me jump bail.”

“Frank, you weren’t in jail.”

He pressed his fingertips to his lips and said, “Shh, don’t tell that to my doctor. By the time Duke was finished with him, he wasn’t sure which one of us was crazy.”

“I doubt Duke was that convincing.” A silence lingered between them and she added, “Wait until I get my hands on that man. Look at you, Frank. You don’t have the energy to be out here right now. You’re not fully recovered.”

“I’m okay, little girl.”

“I don’t know what Duke was thinking.”

Frank arched a brow. “The doc thought he was persuasive, and he promised to keep an eye on me. I reckon he has a way with words when he’s determined to get his way.”

She smiled. “Okay. Point taken. Still, I thought the doctors wanted you to stay for observation.”

“I bled a lot because I take an aspirin a day and the damn pill thins my blood. That bullet barely grazed my skin.”

“I saw the hole in your side, Frank. It did a little more than scrape the outer layers.”

“Hush about that,” he said, looping his arm through hers.

“I’ll be quiet for now, but you’re gonna take better care of yourself. I swear I’ll drive you back to the hospital myself if ya don’t.”

Frank leaned against the fence again and studied the horses. She stood beside him as she often did as a child, remembering the days when she used to stand at similar places and just watch the animals. “We’ll study on ’em for a bit,” she said.

Frank smiled and nodded. “You’re right. We will.”

She grinned. “That’s what you used to say to me.”

“I’m old, but I’ve still got my mind, little girl. I know damn good and well what we used to say to one another. Got them conversations stored to memory for safekeepin’ on the chance I don’t recall things like I should sometime in the future.”

She thought about that for a moment. Was Frank afraid he might be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s? Was he sick and just didn’t know how to tell her? As she debated on how to approach the subject, Frank shifted his weight from one foot to the next, stuffing his hands in his pockets like he had something on his mind and just didn’t quite know how to bring it up.

“Frank…”

“I loved your mother and she loved me,” Frank blurted out.

She smiled at the confession. Sometimes Frank worried about the oddest things.

“I reckon you had a right to know,” he said. “There now. You know. Ain’t nothing to discuss. Ain’t nothing to tell. I just didn’t want you to think that we were some kind of dirty little secret.”

“I knew that, Frank.”