RopeMeIn (10 page)

Chapter Ten

Cara hit the keypad, sitting back in Aunt Bree’s 4x4. Her
own pickup was still here in the MacRaes’ maintenance barn, awaiting shipment
of the old and rare replacement parts. Watching the giant iron gate draw open
in the starlit night, Cara nodded to herself, secure in the instinctive
knowledge that she understood full well what she did here.

She was accepting the unique invitation to make love to
three men, brothers who had chosen her based on how they had felt about her
when she’d been a kid. When they had been young men. When none of them had been
disillusioned by the opposite sex.

Yet now they knew more about her. They knew she liked them.
Was strongly attracted to them. Could enjoy sex with each of them. And she, in
turn, had discovered that they were extraordinary in their agreement to share
her. True, around other men, they were as possessive of her as stags in rut.
The way they monopolized her on the dance floor tonight at the Two Step had
been the finest example. But then, as long as they were gentlemen about it, she
had no objections at all. It was heady, thrilling to be wanted and protected by
three such vigorous, aggressive men.

“I’m ready for this,” she told herself out loud and was
startled at her vehemence to say it. With a shift of the gears, she eased the
truck inside the gate and, as if she were in some trance, took her sweet time
moving up the drive.

The house was a long ranch, all on one floor. Fronted by
white Hill Country stone, it shone brightly in the moonlight.
Home
, she
mouthed the word and was stunned at that pronouncement too. Could it be?

She turned off the engine and considered the possibility.

Time to learn.

Climbing down out of the truck, she reached over to grab her
small overnight bag from the far seat, then walked up to the front door. Her
hand up ready to knock, she noted the deep, elaborate carving in the front
door. A Rocking M was emblazoned there in relief, large and impressive. Like
its three owners.

She rapped on the door and heard deep voices approach.

When it swung open, there stood Jed, his hand out to draw
her in. “Hi, we got worried.”

“I can see that,” she said as she checked the strained
expressions of Harry and Will. All three of them looked fresh from the shower,
wet dark hair, fresh clothes, barefoot. Her body understood why they had done
it, and she felt a frisson of expectation that they had prepped for her arrival
and their private party. But she had things to do here before she began to make
love to any one of them. She had to tell them who she was and what her
boundaries were.

Here was a subject that held some of that possibility for
her. “I said I would come. I wouldn’t tell you one thing and do another. Not
who I am. I had driven Eva and me to the Two Step and had to take her home.
Then I had to go back to my place and get some clothes.”
For modesty’s sake
when you three are not making love to me.
Just like Jed had told her.

“Let me take that for you.” Harry came forward. “I’ll put it
in your bedroom.”

“Mine?” she asked as Jed put a hand to her waist and led her
past the big office in the front toward the big country kitchen and family
room.

“It is yours,” Jed told her, his eyes mellow and so
appealing.

Will walked beside them. “We built it hoping we’d find
someone like you.”

“Kind of a Build-It-and-She-Will-Come philosophy?”

They agreed.

She inhaled. This kind of intimation drove her crazy and it
had to stop. Now. When they arrived in the midst of the kitchen, she walked out
of Jed’s and Will’s reach. “Can I have a drink?”

Will’s brows knit. “What’s wrong?”

Her heartstrings tugged. Sensitive Will MacRae.

Jed shook his head, his mouth in a straight line. “Yes, you
can have a drink. What would you like and why are we having a powwow?”

“I’d like scotch, neat, two fingers,” she told them. “And we
are talking because if we four are going to have any kind of quality
relationship the way you imply you want with me, then you are going to have to
be square with me about how and why I am here.”

“Not obvious?” Harry asked as he entered the kitchen,
settled back against the granite counter and gazed at her with curiosity.

“Some of your interest is quite obvious. We like each other.
We like the look and—”

“The touch and feel of each other,” Will finished.

Harry laughed, devilry in his eyes. “You are one smoking hot
lady.”

“Thanks. You boys are…quite incomparable.”

Harry crossed his arms, then put one foot in front of the
other. “Incomparable. I could get used to that.”

The other men smiled.

“But?” Will pressed.

“I came here tonight because I enjoy your company. I want
it. I think I might even need it.”

Jed gave her that half-smile of his. “We need you. Want you.
Want to keep you.”

“I know.” A wash of sexual desire flooded her bloodstream.
“I need to be certain why I’m doing this.”

Harry stared at her. “Okay. Shoot.”

“Evidently, from pieces and bits of this and that, you three
can say that you know who I am. Like your dance class instructor, all this
seems to be very hush-hush. Okay. If you won’t tell me now, I will learn. Small
point to me at the moment and even a bit irrelevant who told you. What concerns
me more is that you took the time and trouble to do this.”

“How is learning about you a bad thing?” Will asked.

“The fact that you do know makes me alternately feel
cherished and madly sexy, grateful and delighted. Or…”

“Or…?” Will urged.

“Stalked. Trapped. A bird in your cage. And I cannot be that
for you. Not any one of you. And certainly not all three of you. I was confined
once. I got loose and it has taken me awhile to learn how to fly solo again.”

“All right,” Jed said. “Here it is. You know the situation
in the county.”

“The demographics,” she said. “I do. But this is you, all of
you, and me we’re talking about.”

Jed went for the liquor cabinet, poured her scotch and came
back to set the glass in her hands. “News travels in a small town. Gossips are
one thing. Relatives, and you have some here, are another. So we knew you had
gotten married. Knew you got divorced too. And then we learned he was the worst
kind of scum.”

“Aunt Bree told you this?” She took a drink, loving the
warmth of it amid the cool craziness of the topic.

“No. Joel Winthrop,” Will told her. “Your cousin. Just in
passing. Then, later, we saw you had bought the store next to your Aunt Bree’s
on Main Street.”

“How could you know that?” she asked.

“Land records and purchases are listed in the county
newspaper. Someone decided to write an article about the new businesswoman
coming to town. Even the chamber of commerce did a bio. So not only were you no
stranger to us, but we now had the recent news.”

Harry nodded. “We knew you were coming. We knew what you
looked like, what you did for a living, had done, and we even had a good idea
what your bank balance might look like.”

She was pleased, proud, wary all at the same time. “Wow. The
power of the local community at work, huh?”

“You bet,” Jed said. “And then we began to talk among us
about how you used to try to get our attention whenever we drove into town. You
used to stare at us. One day in August, you and Eva put glue on our truck seats
while we were in the feed store.”

She giggled and then clapped a hand to her mouth. “You were
stuck there for over two hours, Jed, until Harry came from home to unstick you.
Why didn’t you just wiggle out of your jeans?”

“You wish,” Jed groaned.

“You were a pesky kid.” Harry grinned. “All grown-up though
and in our midst, we thought we would see if you might like us. One of us.
Maybe. Two of us, better. Three, best of all. Cuz we are one for all here in
this family. And lo and behold, honey, you liked us.”

“I did. I do. But did you redo the house just for me?”

“Not initially,” Harry told her. “But we did time the
renovations for your arrival back in Bravado. We were planning on throwing a
housewarming party and inviting you to come. Hoped we might strike up a
friendship. Even see if you might be open to a little one-on-one.”

She tipped her head to and fro. “And then we met by accident
and you learned that I was certainly open to one-on-one, over and over again.”

“That made you even more special to us,” Will told her.

Harry made an agonizing noise. “We had had our fill of women
who fell into bed with us for our looks or our reputations.”

She choked on laughter. “No foolin’?”

“None,” Harry confirmed, dead earnest. “Sex is good. Bodies
are meant to be used, but a woman has to have more than a…”

She widened her eyes at them. “A wet pussy?”

“Yeah,” Harry continued. “We want a woman in bed with us who
has some other goodies going on. A brain, some ambition and a sense of humor.”

Jed watched her carefully. “You caught our attention when
you were a kid. Now that you are all grown-up, we wanted to see if you could
still like us. Want us. And we wanted to see if you had as much fun and spunk
to you now. If you were willing to be with us, even in bed.”

“Being attracted to you three has always been,” she
shivered, “magnetic. Natural. Easy.”

“But?” Will asked when silence filled the room.

She took a large draught of her scotch. The spirits gave her
courage for this last. “I don’t want to be a convenient lay.”

“No woman does,” Will declared.

“And I don’t want you to think I’m a horny broad who can let
each of you have me any time you’re ready.”

Jed inhaled, his face fretful. “If we rushed you when you
were here—”

“You didn’t. I made love to you, each of you, willingly
every time. And I enjoyed each man for everything he showed me, everything we
did together.”

The three of them now wore shit-eating grins.

She had to burst out laughing.

She crossed her arms and got back her train of thought. “I
want us to be honest with each other about what we want out of this and what
we’re getting.”

Each man agreed to that.

“What do you want out of this?” Jed asked, his voice gruff
with need.

“I want a relationship with each of you that has the chance
to blossom. I want any one of you to say immediately when it doesn’t. And we
will stop. I want to be able to enjoy you honestly without that possessiveness
I saw in Jed the other day. If I’m in bed with you, I’m there because I want to
be. I’m yours.”

Each man sucked in his breath.

“I’m not any other man’s. You will find if you do not know
already that I am a traditional kind of woman. I want honesty and loyalty in my
relationships. I want tenderness and reason, passion and acceptance. If I can
be that for one of you or two of you or three of you, I’m yours. No one
else’s.”

“We agree to that, Cara,” Jed said.

“No question,” Harry followed.

“Absolutely,” added Will.

“But above all that, I am my own woman. Free to come and go
as I wish. Free to love each of you when I wish or not. Is that a condition you
understand? Or am I nutty to think it possible?”

“You’re not crazy, honey,” Will seemed to croon to her, joy
dancing in his hazel eyes. “That’s exactly what we hoped you could want and
do.”

She tilted her head to one side, almost incredulous.
“Really? It is?”

“It is.” Will scanned her figure. “Finished with your
drink?”

“Yes.” She held out her glass to him.

“Are there more things we need to settle?”

“Just one thing.”

“What?”

”Why are the bathroom and my bedroom so huge?”

“Why do you think, darlin’?”

Realization of what he confirmed hit her like a ton of
bricks. But her pussy gushed with joy and her nipples blossomed. “You mean, you
thought you’d all like to make love to me at once?”

“Whenever you are ready, darlin’. Yes.”

Chapter Eleven

“Now,” she told them, her voice oddly deep and rough to her
own ears. “I want you now.”

Each man took a step forward.

She thrust out a hand. It shook. “Let me do this. Please.”

Jed’s nostrils flared in need.

Harry stepped back.

Will clenched his hands.

“Oh you three are as charming as boys. I can hardly bear
it.”

“Yeah?” Jed muttered in devilish challenge. “No boys here,
baby.”

“Let’s just see, shall we?” She toed off her fancy
high-heeled boots, then slowly undid her cotton blouse with one hand, the other
going to her belt buckle. When she’d gone home to her apartment, she’d taken a
quick shower and shampoo to wash the perspiration and smoke from the Two Step
off her body. She was going to them ready for a good talk—and maybe more. And
to provide spice to the visit, she packed in her overnight bag three new pieces
of silk and lace she really adored.

White lacey wisps of a bra surrounded her large breasts. A
skinny, crotchless white panty of the same ethereal stuff. And a white lace
garter on her right thigh.

As she shrugged out of her blouse and let it fall to the
floor, she was rewarded with the rapt attention of three sets of eyes on her
breasts.

“There is more,” she promised them, loving her own
aggressiveness, her way forward fueled by guts and desire. Then she wiggled out
of her jeans. Both items pooled at her feet.

All three men stepped right up to her. Sinking one hand in
Jed’s hair, she took his mouth and made love to him with lavish kisses. Her
breasts became painful points, drilling into his chest.

He caught her close but she pushed away. And he let her go.

She turned to Harry and pressed right up against his
rock-hard body, rubbing her breasts and taking his hands to her hips where she
tipped up to grind his steely cock against her pussy. At their contact, her
channel ran with a river of cream.

She caught her breath. Then went for Will.

His massive, muscular body set her on fire, her need to feel
his smooth skin under her hand a savage assault on her hope to remain
impartial. She caught his face between her hands and claimed his mouth with her
own greedy one.

Humming in abandon, she tore herself away and pushed back
from them all. With the deliberate moves of an accomplished stripper, she
slowly, painstakingly undid the clasp of her tiny, virginal-looking bra.

Her breasts fell free. The men moved, one foot to the other,
restless, teeth bared, nostrils bellowing, ready for a rut.

“Take your clothes off,” she ordered them. “I want to see
you. Every inch. Every muscle.” They complied. Not too quickly either. Instead,
they gave her a slow, steady reveal that fired her desire to giddy heights. At
the sight of their powerful honed chests, she vibrated with a small orgasm. But
she needed more.

She pressed a hand to her mound to quell the raging storm
inside her as they worked at their zippers. As Harry did so with one yank, the
other two made her crazy with deliberate provocation. Their tease had her
giving in to the spunky kid inside her who had once played tricks on them to
get them to notice her. This time, she didn’t want to glue them to their seats,
but to glue them to her. With a swish of her long hair over her shoulder, she
undulated, widened her thighs, tipped up her hips and with two fingers to her
seam, spread her lips to give them a tiny peek of her juicy pussy.

“That’s it!” Jed seized her hand.

“Come on.” Will and Harry were right behind them as Jed led
her into the huge bathroom and on into the bedroom where the lights blazed,
soft jazz played and her sexual fantasies now had a good chance of becoming
reality.

Will hit a control panel on the wall. The top slid open and
he hit a button inside. To her astonishment, the platform on which the huge
circular bed sat rose a foot higher.

Her questioning glance had Will giving her a strained smile.
“The better to see every inch of you.”

Harry hit another button. This time a closet door swung
open. This was a closet that she had tried when she was here and found locked.
Inside this storeroom, which looked like any other, stood shelves full of
pillows. Huge, oddly shaped ones.

Harry walked inside, then emerged with two and put them next
to the mattress on the floor. Inverted v-shaped, they made her mouth water.
Cara knew at once that these were meant to support her as they fucked her.
Ripples of electric delight zinged up her spine as she envisioned herself lying
on her back, her legs draped up over the edges, or as she lay on her tummy to
be rammed from behind.

She gulped, pointed a finger at the last and said, “Ohhh I
like that one.”

Jed led her up the steps to the bed. Tonight, the men had
removed the sumptuous duvet and sheets in beiges and browns. Red was the color
of the linens. Red to highlight her skin. And theirs. Red to complement every
molten move, every sigh, every gasp of pleasure.

Her lips quivered, her mind swam with visions of delirious
hours with them.

She lay down on the mattress, one thigh rubbing the other in
a modesty that was more taunt than coy postponement.

“Come here,” she beckoned to Jed, her heart as wild as a
bird’s. As he crawled up to hover over her, she trailed her hand down his
sculpted abs. The lean arc of his hips. The indentation from his bellybutton to
his groin and from there to his long, firm cock. She fisted him, her claim on
him swift and ribald. What he had done for her, to her, the first time they
joined, she craved again. “Will you eat me? Like before?”

“What one brother gets, the others do too.”

“Whatever you want, I’m yours.” She swallowed hard, up to
the sexual challenge in spirit and praying she could deliver physically and not
disappoint. “Equal in everything.”

He captured her chin, his thumb rubbing the fullness of her
lower lip. “No favorites.”

“All for one.”

“One for all,” he affirmed and sank lower, nuzzling every
inch of her with languid control. In her delirium to have her labia kissed and
sucked, she noticed that Harry had picked up condoms from the dresser, handed
one to Will and the two of them had snapped on the latex.

Jed assaulted her breasts, rubbing the nipples together and
biting each one. She gulped, proud he liked her girls, pushing them up into his
mouth. But he had her pussy on his mind, thank heavens. He liked to eat. Eat
her. Unlike the bastard to whom she’d been married who gave her his mouth maybe
twice in the four years they’d been together. But Jed slid down her belly,
ravishing every bit of skin as he licked and caressed his way to her polished
mound.

The sight of his luminous dark head between her thighs had
her grunting in joy while her cunt produced a rush of lube that trickled down
her thighs. He parted the flimsy fabric of her crotchless panties and fingered
her fiery slit like a tender lover. Sinking two fingers inside her, he caressed
her walls and made succulent sounds with her pussy juice.

From the periphery, she sensed how Harry and Will came to
the edge of the bed. Naked, cocks bobbing and sheathed to fuck her, she noted
how the bed was exactly the right height for them to do her good even as they
stood.

Her mouth curled in appreciation for all the tiny details
they’d thought of to make this romp a seduction she’d never equal with any
other man.

Will caressed the bottom of her left foot, biting the tops
of her toes. She yelped, struggling to stay still and not miss a moment while
Jed put his tongue to her clit. Harry, his clever hands around her upper leg
where the garter sat, rubbed his knuckles against her inner thigh, making her
want his big fingers inside her along with Jed’s tongue. God, she was so lost
in their lovemaking.

“Lap up that good cream, bro,” Harry urged Jed as she lifted
her hips in offering to his deft and greedy mouth.

Cara bucked. Like lightning, realization hit her that the
rapture of three men’s hands on her was a novelty she knew ruined her for any
orgy less than this.
Go with it. Have it! Embrace it!
“I have enough sweet
stuff for you, Harry. And Will too.”

She found him at her side and reached out to admire the blue
helmet of his cock, wrap her fingers around him and draw him near. The
challenge to take Will’s massive tool in her mouth was a feast she was suddenly
ravenous to begin. Would he ever let her? Would she ever be able to take all of
him down her throat? She’d practice on his brothers. Work for Will’s. Her gaze
locked with his, the promise given and accepted as he moved away.

Her attention shifted, swerved as Jed took an open-mouthed
journey down her folds from clit to asshole and back up again. “Sweeter than
before, baby.”

“I want Harry to have a taste,” she whimpered, afraid with
all this attention she was going to come like a banshee before she’d had even
one man’s cock inside her.

“Sure.” Jed rolled to one side to let his brother dive in.

Harry’s face was drawn as he crawled up and placed his cock
at the entrance to her open pussy. “Gonna take a dip in the pool. See how the
water feels.”

And damn him if he didn’t slide right inside her as though
he’d been tailored to her cunt. Her fist drove into his shoulder at the
intensity of his possession. And he yanked out. “Hell. Makes you want to spill
right then and there, my men,” he told his brothers, his cock glistening in the
drenched condom as he stood back.

Furious, empty, she decided to show them what was what here.
She preened, her fingers drawing open her flesh to let all three of them look
and admire.

“Plump lips.” Harry dipped a finger inside to satisfy her for
a mere second. “I like the way you take care of them.”

Her mouth trembled.

Will appeared in her vision, his hazel eyes alight with
deviltry as he followed his brother and delved inside her pussy with two
fingers. “Sweet little gal. All shaven bare. Red hot too, huh?”

“For you. All of you,” she emphasized as she twisted one of
her folds and tugged on it to satisfy herself. “I’m lonely, sweetie. Won’t
someone please come pet me?”

Harry jammed his hands on her thighs, spreading her so wide
she thought she’d snap. The devil took his sweet damn time looking at her cunt
until he growled, “I need a taste of this my way.” Pushing two fingers high up
inside her raging body to gather gobs of cream, he painted her nipples with her
fragrant musk.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Cara could hardly breathe as Harry came down
on one breast, laved it round and round until he had drunk his fill, then
sucked the whole damn thing into his ravenous mouth and milked her as if he
were her biggest, baddest baby. She sank her nails into his back.

“She-cat,” he praised her, shook her off, then performed the
whole ravishing ritual on her other breast. And as quickly as he had come upon
her, he left her.

Will loomed over her. His cock nudged her thigh.

“Fuck me, please,” she urged him on a groan, her hands
yanking his hips closer. Closer. The back of her hand brushed his helmet and
she remembered how he came like a bull, all snort and fire, his big cock
spearing her until she was bursting with him. “Please. Now.”

“You know how I like you?”

She could guess. Biting her lip, she shook her head to
torment him. “Tell me.”

“Up on your knees.”

Her body ran like molten lava with scorching need. “I’ve
been bad?”

“You have.” He curled an arm under her and flipped her over
to her tummy. He whacked her on the ass. “Up in the air. Let’s see this naughty
pussy.”

She pushed up, the cool air on her sopping wet cunt an
unbearable turn-on. But Will had new ideas, tracing her delicate folds with a
finger, then bending and biting the frilly edges to drive her to a slow wail.

“I am going to come without you,” she accused them.

“Soon, honey.” Will soothed her with his voice, but pulled
her higher and spanked her pussy once, twice, three times—the slapping sounds
luscious in the still night.

Her pussy stung. She loved it. “Again,” she pleaded.

“No,” Will growled, and then, as if he knew she could bear
the pain of emptiness no more, he gripped her hips and jammed his cock so far
inside, she screamed with delight.

She came like a rocket. Grinding upward, she sobbed while
Will rammed her. She came like a whirlwind, the pounding a madness she knew at
once she would never want to live without.

But giant though Will’s cock was, when he had pumped his
last inside her, she wanted more. Another orgasm to quell her raging appetite.
Another glorious ride on another MacRae.

Her nails tore at the sheets. She rolled to her back, her
thighs splayed open, her spicy musk scenting the air and adding to her
boldness. Harry. Harry, sweet man, palmed his rigid length.

“I want you. This,” she beckoned him with legs spread in
invitation, his gaze ablaze as he devoured the way she beseeched him with the
lure of a woman who loved fucking.

He stepped up to the bed and in one heartbeat, covered her
body with his own.

“Arrgh,” she arched backward in glee at his heavy claim.
“Show me what you’ve got, baby,” she urged him in words he had used on her. In
one smooth move, he hauled her up on his thighs and impaled her.

Filled to her eyeballs, she beat on his shoulders for him to
move. Fuck her! He chuckled, the hellion. Her breasts bouncing, her cunt
grabbing his length, she went with the rhythm and the lust. Her two other men,
one with a flagging rod, the other with a full and ready one, stroked
themselves in sight of her. With the men’s eyes alight with passion, she
gloried in their attention.

Loved by three brothers.

How could she be so lucky?

With gritted teeth, she came again. Her whole body taut, she
soared with the swelling power of impending release and she flew toward it with
a voracious desire she’d never known. Harry held her head between his hands,
his hips agile and swift as he pounded himself inside her, his orgasm quick,
his shout hoarse with pleasure.