She felt her legs lifted then separated. A hard c**k slid into her, and she moaned. “I can’t,” she whispered. She couldn’t take another orgasm like she’d just experienced. It would kill her.
Adam chuckled, the sound husky and erotic to her ears. It was the laugh of a predator. One who knew he had his prey right where he wanted.
“Oh yes, baby. You can. Just lay back and feel.”
She was impossibly sore, and yet as he pushed into her, lapped her legs over his shoulders, she felt her body react.
“That’s it, baby.”
Ryan and Ethan ran their hands soothingly over her body, feathering over her soft belly, her ribcage, then to her br**sts. Both dark heads dipped and sucked at her ni**les, lavishing them with attention.
Her body shuddered as Adam drove powerfully into her. He was so hard, so big.
He withdrew and she opened her eyes.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
Ethan and Ryan helped her turn over, their hands warm and comforting.
“Up on your knees,” Adam said.
She shook in reaction. Was he going to take her from behind? This was by far the more erotic of her fantasies. The thing she’d wanted to try most. It was the one position guaranteed to turn her on.
He gripped her hips in his strong hands and with his thumbs spread her bu**ocks until she felt cool air wash over her ass and pu**y.
He ran a finger over the seam of her ass, pausing at her back entrance.
She flinched and tightened reflexively. Surely he wasn’t going to…
He chuckled again as if reading her thoughts.
“Not yet, baby. But soon. Very soon.”
Chills dotted her entire body at the idea of him f**king her ass. Would it feel as good as she imagined? Or would it be one of those things better left in fantasy and not in reality?
She didn’t know, but she wanted to find out.
He positioned himself behind her then surged forward, nearly rocking her off her knees.
She screamed as a wave of pleasure, so sharp, raced over her. He was so deep. Deeper than she imagined he could go. He rocked forward, setting an insane pace, driving her forward. The slap of his thighs against her ass ricocheted through the room, the sound incredibly erotic to her ears.
Ethan knelt on the bed and positioned himself in front of her. His c**k stood erect mere centimeters from her mouth. She opened her mouth obediently and he thrust inside.
Ryan’s lips slid across her back making her shiver. His hands curled around to tweak and pinch at her ni**les.
“You like this?” he murmured.
She nodded, unable to speak around Ethan’s c**k shoving impatiently into her mouth.
“Imagine how it will be when you are taking all three of us,” he continued, his voice raspy with lust. “Would you like that? Adam in your ass, me in your pu**y, Ethan in your mouth.”
She shuddered and bucked in reaction to his provocative words.
Adam thrust harder in response, making her cry out.
“I think I want to f**k you again,” Ryan whispered. “Would you like that?”
She let Ethan’s c**k slide out of her mouth long enough to shout yes before Ethan reclaimed her lips.
Adam withdrew, but he hadn’t come yet. Ryan took his place and slid his hard c**k into her quivering pu**y.
“Oh yeah, you feel so damn good,” Ryan said with a groan.
He f**ked in and out, his fingers digging into her hips as Ethan continued his assault on her mouth. Never had she felt so powerful, so desirable and so in control of her own destiny. She reveled in it, giving as good as she was getting.
Ryan stopped all too soon, but Adam was there to take his place. They began taking turns, driving her up the peak to her release only to stop before she catapulted over the top.
Three, four, five thrusts, then another would take his place.
She sucked Ethan’s c**k with all the intensity of her raging desire. She wanted to come damn it. She needed to come.
“I’m coming, doll,” Ethan said hoarsely.
He shot into her throat, thrusting forcefully. She swallowed as she bucked back into the c**k impaled in her pu**y.
Finally she felt Adam tighten against her ass. She raised up on her hands as high as she could and pushed back against him. He gripped her shoulders with his hands, pulling her back as hard as he could.
He shot cum into her pu**y until she felt it run down the inside of her thigh, but still she hadn’t found her release.
He pulled out and Ryan quickly grabbed her hips and plunged into her. The fire in her pu**y burned out of control. It ballooned into her pelvis, into her stomach, tightened her legs until she feared she would collapse.
He f**ked her harder, knowing what she needed.
She closed her eyes and screamed as his hard thighs slammed against her ass. He reached underneath and pressed his fingers to her clit.
Black spots filled her vision. The world blurred around her. Her pu**y felt as though it exploded as her orgasm finally burned over her.
Behind her, Ryan cried out. He thrust forward and convulsed against her.
She collapsed forward, no longer able to bear her weight with her hands. Ryan came with her, his big body covering hers, his c**k still buried deeply within her.
She couldn’t catch her breath fast enough. She panted as the aftershocks rocked her limp body. Then she simply blacked out.
Chapter Seven
Holly opened her eyes and blinked to adjust to the darkness. Her body was cocooned in warmth, and she let out a drowsy yawn.
She was curled against Adam’s chest, his arms wrapped around her. A bare back pressed into hers, and she glanced over her shoulder, trying to see if it was Ethan or Ryan.
Best she could make out, it was Ethan. She frowned. Where was Ryan?
“You’re awake,” Adam murmured.
She ducked her head shyly, glad he couldn’t see her well in the darkness.
His arms tightened around her and he tucked her head under his chin.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded against his chest. She was better than all right. She’d never felt righter in her life.
She snuggled deeper into his chest, loving how safe she felt in his arms. She turned up her face so that her lips were in the direction of his ear.
“Where is Ryan?”
Adam stiffened slightly but continued to rub his hand up and down her back.
“He went to his room,” he said quietly.
“Why?”
Adam leaned back on his pillow, taking her with him so her head was cushioned on his arm. He stared up at the ceiling.
“He doesn’t sleep well. He has nightmares, and he doesn’t want us to hear.”
Holly frowned. She knew she’d seen torment in Ryan’s eyes, but what could be so bad that even his sleep would be haunted?
“Ryan got back from Iraq a little less than a year ago. He was Special Forces, got captured behind enemy lines. He was a POW for several weeks before our men got in to rescue him. He hasn’t been the same since.”
“What happened?” she asked in horror, afraid to know what he might have endured.
Adam sighed. “I wish I knew. He won’t talk about it.”
“Will you two shut up so I can sleep?” Ethan complained, his voice muffled by his pillow.
She grinned and elbowed him in the side.
How natural it felt to be in bed with these two men, comfortable, easy, no awkwardness.
Ethan rolled over and slid his hand up over her breast.
“I’m glad to see we didn’t kill you.”
She smiled. “But what a way to go.”
“Come snuggle me. Adam’s gotten you the entire night,” Ethan groused.
She giggled but curled into his arms and laid her head on his chest.
“Now shut up and go back to sleep,” he muttered.
She closed her eyes, marveling at how truly happy she felt.
* * *
When Holly woke again, sunlight streamed through the window, nearly blinding her as she cracked her eyes open. She was alone in the bed, a fact she found disappointing.
A quick glance at the bedside clock told her why she was alone. It was nearly nine.
She stretched, testing the limits of her body. She felt sore, but unbelievably content. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, groaning a little when her muscles protested.
She started to grab the sheet to cover herself then laughed at the absurdity of that notion. Instead, she padded nude across the floor to the bathroom. The idea of a long, hot bath sounded like heaven.
She started the water running, and soon steam filled the large bathroom. When there were several inches of water in the bottom, she stepped in, sighing as the hot water lapped over her.
She leaned back in the tub and closed her eyes, allowing the water to rise around her. Images from the previous night filled her mind. Her body tingled, her thighs clenched, her ni**les tightened in response.
It was the single most fantastic experience of her life. If she didn’t remain with the brothers, what could she possibly look forward to in the sex department? It wasn’t as if she’d find someone else to satisfy her as they had.
And there was the fact that she had no desire to leave. She was tired of running, tired of living in fear, but could she trust that she would be safe here? What if she brought Mason to their doorstep?
Her conversation with Ethan the day before wavered in her mind. The truth was, she could see herself falling in love with them too. Maybe she wasn’t yet. Maybe she was on her way much like Ethan had said.
She sighed. She should be happy. Instead, she was filled with dread.
She shook her head, not wanting to get mired down in the muck of her reality. Reaching for the soap, she lathered her body and quickly rinsed. When she was done, she stepped from the water and wrapped a towel around her.
She went in search of her clothes, unsure of where Ryan and Ethan had put them after their shopping trip yesterday. Her stomach clenched. Had it only been yesterday that she had seen Mason in town?
Sweat broke out on her brow as sudden realization hit her. He was but a few miles away.
She sank onto the bed, her breath coming in painful wheezes. It was a full-scale panic attack.
“Holly? What’s wrong?”
She looked up to see Ethan standing in the doorway, a look of concern marring his face.
He hurried over and knelt in front of her. He gently pried her hands apart and curled his fingers around hers.
“What is it, doll?”
“Mason’s here,” she croaked. “He’ll find me.”
He cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “Get dressed and come into the living room. We’ll tell you what we’ve come up with.”
She stared at him, daring to hope that maybe they could keep her safe and that she wouldn’t be the cause of their death.
He stood and kissed the top of her head. “Your clothes are in the top drawer.”
He walked out, leaving her alone to dress.
She rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans. To her surprise, she found a package of white cotton underwear and two bras in her size. Ryan must have picked them up at the western store when he was choosing her boots.
She hurriedly dressed and headed for the living room. She paused at the doorway enjoying the sight of the three men. Ryan was sprawled on the couch, beer in hand. Ethan sat at the computer, aimlessly clicking the mouse. Adam stood by the fire, his stance one of impatience.
Adam looked up and saw her, his eyes smoldering much like the flames in the hearth.
Her confidence deserted her. She had the insane urge to turn tail and run back into the bedroom where it was safe. She took one step back, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
Adam frowned but didn’t move. Ryan looked up from the couch and waggled one finger at her from around his beer bottle.
Ethan rose and crossed the room, holding out his hand to her.
“Come on over. We’ve got a lot to discuss,” he said as he pulled her further into the living room.
She eased down onto the couch, inches from Ryan’s outstretched feet. She sensed this was the point of no return. They wanted her to stay, and she would have to decide whether to listen to her heart or do everything in her power to keep them from harm.
The weight of the decision pressed down on her like a sandbag.
“It’s time to talk,” Adam said. He shoved his hands into his pockets and propped the heel of one boot on the hearth behind him.
She glanced at Ethan and Ryan, gauging their reaction. Ethan looked attentive. Ryan’s eyes were guarded. No emotion shone on his face.
“We’ve talked to Cal Davis, a lawyer friend of ours in Denver. He can file the necessary papers for your divorce,” Adam said.
Her heart sped up, thumping painfully in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth went dry.
To her surprise, Ryan swung around, planting his feet on the floor. He reached over and tucked her hand in his. The gesture comforted her.
She glanced at him, trying to get a read on his thoughts. Did he still think she didn’t want to be free of her husband? After everything that had happened last night?
He stared back at her, not budging in the least. He was stubborn. Well, so was she. She glared defiantly at him, daring him to voice his doubts.
A reluctant smile tugged at his lips.
“Well, Holly,” he said lazily. “What’s it going to be? Asshole husband or take a chance on three men who’ll do everything they can to take care of you?”
“It’s not that simple,” she said angrily.
Ryan tipped a finger under her chin and stared directly into her eyes. “Yes. It is.”
She stood up, wrapping her arms around her waist. “I—I care a lot about you. All of you,” she said, sweeping an arm out to encompass all three men. “Don’t you see? I couldn’t bear it if something happened to any of you because of me.”