Strands of Love (12 page)

He pulled the material aside and closed his lips around one
puckered bud. Sam gasped and tilted her head back.

Darian moved, as though unable to resist any longer. Truthfully,
Jace had no idea how he’d held out this long. Darian thrust his fingers into
Sam’s loosely braided hair, tilted her head back, swooped down and took her
lips in a torrid kiss.

Jace felt the tightening of Sam’s body, the hard jerk
followed by the slow melting as she kissed Darian back. He sucked on her nipple
before teasing it with his tongue. She squirmed against him, her mound pushing
against his swollen shaft.

He growled and tugged at the straps of the garment, pulling
it down her arms. Darian helped him free her breasts and rid her of the
bothersome piece of clothing. Naked from the waist up, her thick braid of hair
falling over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire, Jace wanted her and he
wanted her now.

Jace started to lift her off his lap. Darian helped by
quickly wrapping his arms around her and picking her up, taking her weight from
his lap. Jace bent down and pulled off her shoes. His fingers hovered over the
fastener of her pants. “Sam?” He didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want. It
would kill him to have to stop, but he would if this wasn’t what she wanted.

She shoved his hands aside and his stomach sank. Before he
could sink into despair, her clever fingers had her pants open and were shoving
them down her thighs.

Desire roared through Jace like a runaway stallion. He
wanted Sam. Had to have her. He wanted her to ride him while she faced him,
wanted to see her face when he took her.

Her underwear was the color of ripe berries too, lacy and
feminine. Another time, he might enjoy seeing her wearing nothing but them, but
not now. His cock was ready to explode and he ripped open the front placket of
his pants, needing to give the poor abused part some relief. His shaft popped
free from its confinement, hard and ready.

Sam shimmied out of her clothing and reached for his cock.
Jace caught her wrist and shook his head. “I’m too close.” He wanted her to
understand just how much he wanted her, how she affected him.

Jace shoved his pants around his hips and sat back, leaning
against the wooden wall behind him. “Come here.” He held his arms wide open.
“Ride me.”

Sam glanced at Darian who smiled and nodded. She licked her
lips and, for a second, Jace thought it was all over for him. He could
practically feel those lush lips and that hot tongue against his pulsing
erection. As much as he wanted that, he needed to be inside her, to feel the
hot clasp of her pussy pulsating around his cock.

Home.

Sam was beginning to feel like home to him, a safe place
where he could lay down his burdens and simply be a man.

She crawled up onto the bale of hay and settled over his
lap. Jace gripped her hips and guided her opening to the tip of his cock. “I
can’t wait,” he warned. He knew they should take her inside and spend hours
teasing her, bringing her to orgasm again and again. Should show her how good
it could be with them.

Not take her quick and rough in a barn.

Jace hesitated, his hands tightening around her waist. Then
she lowered herself and he was lost. Her body resisted slightly as the flared
head of his cock tunneled inward. She made a low sound of pleasure before
sitting down hard. The walls of her slick channel rippled around his shaft
before softening and expanding enough to take him in.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck. Breathing was
becoming more difficult by the second, but he didn’t care. He had Sam in his
arms. Nothing else mattered.

Sam knew this probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but
she was past caring. The clock was ticking and time was running out for the
three of them. Half her time with Jace and Darian was over and soon decisions
would have to be made.

Both brothers were extremely strong, but unlike some men,
they were very aware of their strength and tempered it when dealing with her.
It was a huge turn-on to have two physically powerful men touch her so gently.
It was an even bigger rush when they forgot themselves and got a bit rougher in
their lovemaking.

She clung to Jace’s shoulders, enjoying the way the muscles
bunched and rippled beneath her fingers. His breath was hot on her neck, and
his fingers squeezed her waist as he pushed his cock deeper. Her pussy rippled
around him, wet and eager.

God, she was so ready. All either man had to do was look at
her and her panties got damp.

“Jace.” His name broke from her lips as he pulled her down,
seating his cock to the hilt. He filled her completely, his shaft pressing
tight against the delicate walls of her slick channel. He pulsed deep inside
her, like a heartbeat racing out of control.

Sam gasped for breath, her body poised on the edge of an
explosion.

The air behind her stirred and then Darian was touching her.
He eased behind her and palmed her breasts. She moaned, low and long. She loved
having four hands on her, touching her, bringing her pleasure.

“So beautiful. So responsive.” Darian rubbed his thumbs over
her nipples. “Sweet too.” He held her breasts and offered them to Jace. “Taste
her, brother.”

A low rumbling sound came from deep in Jace’s chest, a mix
between a growl and a purring sound. He leaned forward and captured a nipple
and sucked hard. Sam leaned back, her head and spine pressing against Darian’s
chest as Jace tongued her nipple.

“Do you know what I’m going to do after Jace finishes
fucking you?” Darian asked.

Sam shook her head, unable to speak a coherent word.

Darian leaned down and nipped at the sensitive skin just
below her ear. “I’m going to take you standing up with your back against the
wall.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I’m going to drive into you again and again
and again until you scream my name and your pussy squeezes my cock.” His tongue
twirled around the delicate whorls of her ear, making her shiver. “Would you
like that, Sam?”

Would she like it? She was on the verge of coming simply
thinking about it. Then Jace gently pulled on her pert nipple with his teeth
and she gasped, her entire body tightening around him.

Jace left a trail of hot kisses on the slope of her breast,
over her collarbone and up her neck. He nipped at her jawline before capturing
her mouth.

Sam tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled Jace closer.
Darian was still behind her, his hands back teasing her breasts. She was
completely surrounded by the Hunter brothers, a situation she was quickly
becoming addicted to.

Jace’s tongue dueled with hers, advancing and retreating,
leaving her wanting more. She started to move, rising slightly before lowering
herself over his hot, hard cock. He groaned in her mouth and his hands cupped
her ass, helping her to move over him.

With each advance and retreat, his shaft rubbed and bumped
against all the sensitive spots in her pussy. Sam writhed and squirmed, needing
him harder, faster.

Jace suddenly moved, lifting her while he was still inside
her. His long, powerful arms curled around her back and held her shoulders as
he knelt on the bales of hay with her beneath him. His arms protected her from
the worst scratches of the hay, but she could feel the rough grass beneath her.
She didn’t care. Sam locked her arms around his shoulders and her legs around
his lean hips and held on.

Jace’s hips hammered into her, his hold keeping her steady.
He powered in and out of her pussy and the heat inside her rose to a boiling
point before spilling over. She tore her lips from his and called out his name
as her orgasm ripped through her. Jace’s thrusts got even faster and deeper.
Suddenly his entire body went rigid and hot liquid flooded her core. Jace
didn’t stop, his hips bucking against her until she came again, pushed over the
edge once more by the power of his passion.

Her hands fell away from his shoulders and she collapsed.
Jace’s arms were still around her, but she could still feel the occasional
stray piece of hay digging into her skin. She moved slightly, trying to find a
better spot to rest on, but the movement had them both moaning again when his
cock flexed deep inside her.

Jace slowly sat up and she stared into his masculine face,
his eyes were half closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. He
kissed her cheek, her nose and lips, the caress so soft she melted against him.

“My turn.”

Sam turned her head to find Darian watching them. He’d
opened his pants while she and Jace were fucking and was stroking his thick
cock. The head was red and damp and while she watched a bead of pre-come seeped
from the tip. She licked her lips.

Darian laughed and walked forward until his cock was only
inches from her lips. “Want to taste?”

Sam reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft,
which pulsed wildly beneath her fingers as blood pumped through the engorged
organ. His cock head was plum-shaped and broad. She leaned down and licked the
crown, her tongue finding the ridge that encircled it.

Darian groaned as he pulled her closer, pushing his erection
farther into her mouth. Sam tasted him on her tongue—spicy and salty, wholly
masculine. She swallowed, felt his cock jerk and knew he liked that.

Inside her, Jace stirred to life, his cock filling her
again. Sam moaned, the vibration going straight to Darian’s shaft. He pulled
her away and she reluctantly released him.

“I need you. Now.” His pale-blue eyes seemed darker.
Darian’s usually laid-back personality gone, replaced by an intensity that
reminded her more of his brother.

Sam nodded, knowing Jace would not object. She was coming to
trust, to believe the Hunter brothers when they said they could share her, that
there would be no jealousy between them.

She wanted them both. God help her, she was falling in love
with them both.

Darian lifted her off Jace and she cried out at the
separation. Jace’s cock was wet with her juices and his, his shaft erect once
again. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled.

She wasn’t empty for long. Darian pressed her spine against
the smooth post near the wall and pushed into her. He gripped her upper thighs
and she wrapped her strong legs around his flanks. She gasped as her sensitized
inner core stretched to accommodate him. Gripping his hair, she rode out the
sensations pummeling her from all angles.

Her skin was alive, all the nerve endings exposed. She felt
the hard beam at her spine, the warm air buffeting her skin, the hard thrust of
his cock as he forged his way inside her and his rough hands on her thighs,
holding her steady. He leaned inward and her puckered nipples rubbed against
his hard chest, sending rivers of desire flooding through her.

“Take me,” he commanded. “All of me.”

Sam forced herself to relax at the same time Darian thrust.
His shaft slid all the way home and they both breathed a sigh of relief. But
that relief didn’t last long. Darian withdrew and just as slowly pushed back
into her. She turned her head to one side. Jace was watching them, his large
hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping up and down, keeping time with
Darian as he fucked her.

“Look at me.” She turned back to Darian. His jaw was
clenched and a muscle pulsed beneath one eye. “No one will ever want you more
than I will, than we will.” His hips moved faster, picking up speed with each
inward stroke.

Sam didn’t want to think about tomorrow or even two hours
from now. All she wanted was to forget her worries and lose herself in the
moment. Darian was inside her and Jace was watching them. She’d never
considered herself an exhibitionist before, but she loved knowing Jace was
watching his brother fuck her just as Darian had watched when Jace had taken
her.

Darian’s movements grew more frantic, almost rough. Sparks
seemed to explode inside her and Sam felt herself coming. Her entire body
clenched around Darian, her thighs squeezing around his flanks, her arms around
his neck and her pussy around his cock.

His roar echoed in her ears and the hot flood of his release
filled her. Sam let go, let herself slip away in a pool of pleasure that
threatened to drown her. And she didn’t care. She trusted Darian to take care
of her.

Darian locked his knees to keep from collapsing. Sam’s pussy
spasmed around his cock, bringing him endless pleasure. He’d come moments ago
but wasn’t anywhere near ready to release her. He’d never be ready.

Her skin was slick with perspiration and he leaned down and
licked her shoulder. Her skin was salty and soft. She smelled musky, like sex
and hay. He could also smell the fresh scent of her soap rising from her body,
feminine and enticing. His cock rippled and she moaned, her head dropping onto
his shoulder.

Sam was totally limp in his arms. The sign of her trust made
his chest swell. He wanted to yell to the world that she belonged to him, but
he wasn’t quite that stupid. Sam didn’t belong to him or his brother and she
might never, not unless they could talk her into returning with them.

Darian had hoped sex would help tie her to them, but that
was a double-edged sword. Every time he had her, he wanted her more and
wondered how he would leave her when the time came if she refused to return to
Javara with them.

He breathed in her unique earthy scent and kissed her temple.
He didn’t want to let her go but felt Jace behind him. He turned his head and
met his brother’s heated gaze. Jace wanted her again. So did he.

Darian straightened and tightened his grip, hugging her
close, enjoying the weight of her in his arms. When Jace reached for her, he
relinquished his hold. He would have her again. They both would.

But, for now, she was exhausted. A rest would do them all
good.

Darian gritted his teeth as his semi-erect cock slid from
her heated depths. Sam shivered as she was passed to Jace. Both men frowned.

“She needs a bath and food,” Jace declared.

Darian agreed with his brother. “We will go inside and see
to her.” They hadn’t taken very good care of Sam since they’d met her and that
had to change. How would she know how they would treat her unless they showed
her?

His pants were around his hips so he tugged them back into
place, not bothering to tie them. He didn’t expect to have them on for long.
Maybe Sam had a tub big enough for two or even three. He quickly squelched that
idea. Sam needed a break from sex, at least long enough for her to get cleaned
up, rested and fed.

But the night would be long and he and Jace would be more
than ready to pleasure Sam again and again.

* * * * *

Sam slowly slid from bed, not an easy task when she was
sandwiched between two very large men. Both Jace and Darian were sound asleep
and so had been she until moments ago. Now she was awake and her mind wouldn’t
stop working.

She carefully plucked her robe from the back of her closet
door and pulled it on as she crept down the stairs to the kitchen. The room was
dark, but she knew her way around. She opened the cupboard and pulled down a
glass and a dark bottle.

Whiskey wasn’t normally her drink of choice, but tonight she
was making an exception. She poured two fingers into the glass and lifted it to
her lips, sipping the strong, mellow liquor. It warmed her throat and belly but
did little to stop the manic thoughts charging around her brain.

The room still smelled of slightly burnt toast and eggs. A faint
smile touched her lips as she recalled the brothers’ adventure in her kitchen.
They’d been determined to feed her and, once they’d gotten the hang of the
stove, they hadn’t done half bad. Darian had enjoyed himself playing with the
toaster and they’d ended up with an entire loaf of bread browned. Bacon, eggs,
toast and some frozen hash browns had filled the hole in her belly, but it had
done little to quell the ache in her heart.

She recapped the whiskey bottle and put it away before
heading to her father’s study. Her muscles ached and her body hurt in places it
never had before. After a hot bath and supper, Jace and Darian had led her
upstairs and proceed to make love to her again.

After the hot tussle in the barn she’d been expecting more
of the same. They were all aware that time was running out on them. Instead,
they’d surprised her. With a man on either side of her, they’d licked and
touched, kissed and stroked every inch of her body from her toes to the top of
her head. Her skin tingled at the mere thought. She’d felt like a gourmet
dinner spread before two food connoisseurs.

Then they’d made love to her. Yes, made love. It had been
more than just sex. The way they’d touched her and the way she’d responded to
them had been infused with a deep emotional connection that went beyond the
physical. They hadn’t talked about their feelings, but she’d come to know the
brothers well enough to know they were in this as deep as she was.

Sam took another drink, needing the burn to focus her
thoughts. It would be too easy to lose herself in the physicality of their
relationship and allow time to run out. But she was no coward. This was her
decision to make, one way or the other.

She sat at her father’s desk, feeling closer to him here
than she did anywhere else in the house. The land was where she felt him the
most, but this was second best.

She set her glass down on the battered wooden desk that had
served several generations of Calloways. Moonlight gave the room a glow, but
not quite enough for her to see. The brass desk lamp sat where it always had so
she had no trouble finding it. The click seemed loud in the room and the light
bright. Sam blinked several times until her vision adjusted.