Mallory's Bears (16 page)

Stick to the plan, girl. Turn them on, but not too fast. Make them earn it.

“Turn around.”

He obeyed her, adding a smirk to his face.

“Get rid of that grin.” She slapped his hand away. “Like I said. No touching me until you’re clean.” She had to slap Gunner’s hand away, too, as it strayed to her breasts. “You wait your turn. Got it?”

“Shit, but she’s bossy.”

Rick’s chuckle rippled through her chest and into her soap-covered hand. “Good thing she’s sexy.”

She met his gaze, lifted one eyebrow as if to say “is that right?”, then wrapped her hand around his package. He startled, giving her a little payback. She stroked him, the soap sliding her palm easily up and down his cock. His eyes colored even more and his body tensed, preparing for more. When at last she couldn’t stand it any longer, she stepped away, then signaled for Gunner to “assume the position.”

“Good. My turn.” He leaned his back against the wall and gave her one of his drop-your-panties grins. If she’d had any underwear on, she would’ve done just that. “Start with my front, baby. I’m a dirty, dirty boy. Especially between the legs.”

She shoved him back as he reached for her and started applying soap in slow, circular motions. He was as solid as his brother. Between the two of them, they’d cornered the market on sexiness. No wonder she’d never found any other men that attractive. The Northman brothers must’ve been at the front of the line when good looks were handed out. They’d gotten more than their fair share.

By the time she’d finished washing his chest, not daring to dip lower and getting a complaint from him for not doing so, she was aching to forget her plan and get down to the business of satisfying both herself and them. “Hands on the wall.”

“Are you sure? I think you might’ve missed a spot.”

“Gunner, I swear, if you don’t let her get done washing you, I’m going to toss your sorry ass out of the shower.”

It pleased her that Rick was so impatient to get his hands on her. At least she wasn’t the only one dying to have sex.

She finished washing Gunner, hurrying a little at the end to get done so she could really touch them. “I guess this soap on a rope works okay.”

Gunner took the rope from her. “And not only for the soap part of it.”

Her gasp came as Gunner moved her around, putting her back to him, then tying the rope loosely around her wrists. Rick stepped forward, bringing her to him, then bent his head to take in a nipple. His hand slipped between her legs.

Damn, how I’ve missed their touch!

Her craving took over, wiping her plan from her mind, as his fingers found their place against her clit. His tongue swept over her hard nipple, mimicking the way he rubbed her throbbing hot center. She laid her head back, letting the spray hit her from both sides. Warm water trailed over her body, but its heat was nothing compared to that of her men’s bodies against her skin.

She leaned against Gunner as he played with her butt cheeks. His tongue trailed over the curve of her neck, splintering her resolve even more.

“I’m dying to fuck your ass. You know that, don’t you? Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

She whimpered, struggling to remember what she was supposed to do. “Yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my mouth. Fuck every part of me.”

“I guess she’s as horny as I am.” Rick nipped at her other nipple, then thrust his fingers into her pussy.

They were everything she’d dreamed of and more. They were the cowboy heroes of her fantasies and the strong men she’d almost given up searching for. They’d proven her wrong about their ranch and now they’d proven her wrong in her misguided belief that men like them didn’t exist.

Gunner clutched her wet hair and jerked her head back. The movement hurt for a flash, then was gone.

He put his mouth against her ear. “You wanted it rough, right?”

A flicker of fear came and went. She trusted them, more than she’d trusted anyone. “Give it to me rough.”

“We wouldn’t want to disappoint our woman.” Rick twisted her nipple, biting down on the other one.

She cried out as Gunner added a slap to her rump, then another smack to her other butt cheek. His finger thrust into her anus without warning, without preparation. Yet whether it was because she wanted it so much or because the warm water had helped, the sting was short-lived. Another finger followed the first one. He spanked her again, then bit down on her neck.

For a moment, for only a moment, the fear came back. She had believed he wouldn’t actually bite her. Yet had his teeth felt sharper than they should have?

Gunner jerked her hair again, bringing her head back even farther. “Beg for it, baby. Beg us to fuck you.”

She’d never begged for anything in her life. At first, her stubbornness railed against the idea, but another swat to her butt brought her around. If they told her to get on her knees and beg them, then she’d do it with a smile.

“Please, fuck me. I need you so much. I’ve missed you more than I can say.”

Rick brought his lips to hers in a sweet kiss that contradicted their rough treatment. “We missed you, too, baby.”

She stared into his eyes, no longer caring that they were filled with the strange color. What she saw in them brought a lump to her throat.

He loves me.

His lips crushed against hers, hard, needy, unrelenting. She moaned, pouring the sound into his mouth, his tongue a spear that would vanquish any resistance. Kissing him back, she met his urgency with her own.

They possessed her, with their kisses, with their exploration of her body. No part of her was left out, no part of her didn’t buzz with the electric sexual tension that was always with them. They’d called her their woman, and although she hadn’t voiced it, they were her men. But they knew. They had to already know.

Rick tore his mouth away from hers all too soon, then bent down, the wicked look on his face stilling her heart. Yet she didn’t expect his next move. He squatted down, then wrapped his arms around her legs. “Hold her, Gunner.”

She squealed as he lifted her high, her legs draped over his strong shoulders, his stone-hard arms bearing most of her weight. Falling backward, she found herself in Gunner’s equally powerful arms.

Rick shoved his face against her pussy and sucked her clit in with one quick draw. He pressed his tongue against her clit, then just as she was about to explode, slid it down and through the seam of her pussy. His breath puffed against her mons as the water struck him and cascaded down the hills and valleys of his back. Rick pushed against her harder, so hard that Gunner had no choice but to back up and brace himself against the shower wall. The spray from the second shower head ran down her breasts as Gunner’s hands found their way to cup them.

Rick’s growl rippled over her skin. Ramming two fingers into her pussy, he took hold of her butt cheek and lifted her even higher. He drew her clit in again, sucking then stroking it, matching the constant working of his fingers into her sheath. He was a machine of raw sex, continuously giving himself to her while taking all she had.

Delirious, sinful pleasure scoured her. The way they handled her, as though they couldn’t hold her hard enough or drink from her mouth and pussy long enough spoke of the primal urge that stormed outward from her core. Her body tensed, then released, then tensed again as their onslaught continued. She moved as much as she could, but her movements were restricted. At once, she burned for them, but she could no longer control what her body did. Her rising release had taken over and wasn’t about to turn her free until it had found its relief. Heaven was within her reach as she laid her head to the side and moaned out her climax.

Rick lowered her to her feet, then took her from Gunner’s arms and turned her to face the wall. He pressed her cheek to the tile.

“Baby, try to understand. Don’t ever push us again like you have for the past few days. You have to learn to trust us.”

Denial flashed into her. Yet, if she hadn’t seen his arm, the one that had healed so fast, she might not have challenged him even then.

“You don’t own me, Rick. You can’t tell me what to do.”

She was rewarded with renewed irritation. “Yeah, I can and I will. You’ll do what we tell you, especially when it involves ranch business. Do it, baby. Do it for us.”

“Especially when it’s dangerous. It’s like Rick said. You have to trust us.” Gunner flattened his hand against her bottom, then left and came back with a hard slap to her butt cheek. He added more, spank after spank, until she almost forgot her irritation.

She jerked and tried to move away from the wall, pushing her ass toward Gunner to dare him to spank her again. Rick pressed her against the wall again, shoving her face and her breasts hard against it.

Her plan was back on track. The added perk was that she’d get not only the answers she wanted, but the time together that she needed. “So you want me to obey you? Is that it?”

She wondered if they noticed how the rope around her wrists had worked loose, to the point of almost falling off. All she had to do was wiggle her hands a little.

“You’ve got it, baby.” Rick’s cock, erect and oh-so-tempting, moved against her outer thigh.

“Do as we say, Mallory, and we promise you, you’ll be glad you did.”

“Please. I need to see your faces.” She twisted around to rest her back against the wall. Holding their attention with a sultry arch of one eyebrow, she wiggled her hands and felt the rope slip off her wrists.

“You guys are sure good at giving orders.” She skimmed her gaze over them, taking in their cocks. “But I have to wonder. With all your big talk, are you sure you two big, strong men can handle a girl like me?”

Gunner’s hand rested against the flat of her stomach. She hoped he wouldn’t move it over her hip to her butt. If he did, he’d noticed that she wasn’t tied up any longer.

“Yeah. We’ve got you, all right.”

Rick never lacked for confidence. If she hadn’t decided to get back to her plan, she might’ve given in again. They were so animalistic in the way they looked at her. Not like she was a piece of meat, but as though she was the greatest treasure on Earth and they’d discovered her.

“And you’re fast, too, aren’t you?”

Rick nodded, then bent over to nibble at the hollow of her neck. “Fast enough.”

Gunner, however, leaned away, suspicion oozing from him. “What are you getting at?”

“Fuck talking, man. My cock’s primed and ready for action.”

“Gunner, please. I want to feel you inside me.” She leveled her gaze at him, giving him her sultriest expression. She placed her palms on one shoulder of each man, but she had them so entranced that they failed to notice that she was untied.

Gunner groaned, taking her breast and squeezing it until it hurt. She smothered a giggle. “Are you two ready for some real action?”

Gunner’s gaze drifted to her hand. “Hey, wait a sec.”

She shoved them, as hard as she could, then banged her hand against the door. Before they realized what she’d done, she was out of the shower and darting for the bedroom. Laughing, she made a beeline toward the hallway, but as she’d suspected would happen, they tackled her before she’d made it ten feet.

She struck the floor hard, pounding the air from her lungs. Gunner landed on top of her, knocking out what little air was still left inside her. He clutched her hair, and pulled her up, putting her on her hands and knees.

“Let’s get rough, baby.”

She struggled, but it was impossible to get away. “Yes. Rough.”

Rick spread his feet and took a stance in front of her. “You’re quick, but you’ll never be as fast as we are.”

She tossed her wet hair over her shoulder. Gone was the need to get answers. At least until she’d managed to quench her thirst for them. “Fuck me, damn you.”

Instead of placing her on top of the bed, Gunner flipped her over onto her back. The move surprised her, giving her no chance to complain as Rick went to his knees next to her, then shoved her onto her side.

“Keep her there, man.” Rick strode away to somewhere behind her.

“No problem.” Gunner held his body over hers, giving her a good chance to study just how wide his shoulders were. He was all muscles and no body fat. His pecs were a perfect blend of soft flesh and hard steel, like a mechanical man come to life. His wet hair dripped tiny droplets onto her breasts which he licked off, making her tremble with his hot, quick flicks. He shook his head, sending even more water to sprinkle over them so he could lap them up, too.

“Are you going to fuck me or drip on me?” She started to scramble away, but his hand wrapped around her ankle. He tugged her toward him and flipped her on her back again with the slightest of ease.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He spread her legs, then, keeping his eyes locked to hers, rammed his cock deep inside her.

She let out a scream of surprise, but surprise soon morphed into wild need. The need she’d shoved down for what had seemed like forever ripped wide open. Wrapping her legs around him, she held him to her. She clung to his arms and thrust her pelvis toward him, urging him to go as far as he could.

Where was Rick? Having both of them inside her at the same time was the only way to feed her lust-filled beast.

Gunner had hold of her legs, his expression tense as he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Her juices flowed over the fleshy part of her bottom. His cock glistened as he drew it out of her then reversed directions to pound into her again.

As her animal of lust came to life more and more, she realized that the climax she’d had in the shower wouldn’t compare to the one building inside her. She was torn, physically and emotionally, her feelings warring against the primitive craving inside her. Their lovemaking, although rough, was nonetheless as lovely as if they’d showered her with roses and whispered sweet words. Love came in many forms, twisting raw, sinful sex into a force more powerful than anything simple carnal satisfaction could ever create.

Rick fell to their side, bent over and kissed her. Like the time before, the kiss grew in intensity in rapid succession, then was gone.