Only this wiped away the agony of remembered pain. To give in pleasure what had been taken from them in horror.
“Come here, baby.” Cade laid back along the limo seat, drawing Marly over him as her legs clasped his hips.
And Sam watched. Watched as the thick c**k spearing from the parted material of Cade’s jeans kissed the small entrance to Marly’s tight, dripping cunt. She was opened for him, like a greedy little mouth, parting for the broad length of his c**k head.
Sam was nearly shaking in excitement as he fumbled at the little drawer beneath one of the seats. There,
he found the tube of lubricant always kept on hand. Refusing to glance away from the sight of Marly, slowing being taken, inch by inch as she whimpered in pleasure, he fumbled with the flip cap, squeezed the slick gel into his hand and began stroking his raging flesh with it.
He dropped the tube to the drawer, then reached out, gripping the base of the plug as Cade pressed the last inch into her stretched pu**y. She cried out as he slid the device from her gripping rear. It, too, fell forgotten to the floor as he positioned himself behind her.
He watched…he couldn’t help himself. Watched as his c**k pressed against the narrow opening of her anus. The head tucked in. He was shaking, the anticipation of the pleasure almost enough to send him careening into his release.
“Sam,” she cried out his name as he began to enter her.
Slowly. Oh God, so slow. He watched as his greased c**k stretched the tight muscles as he entered her. The pinching heat seared his flesh as the muscles closed on his cock. He trembled at the fiery wash of pleasure, fighting for control. He wanted to take her slow, easy… He groaned in defeat. His c**k surged deep and hard inside the silky, lava-hot tunnel of her anus as she screamed out her pleasure/pain.
He heard Cade groan, and knew the cunt gripping his brother’s c**k had tightened to an almost painful measure. Sweat dripped along his forehead, down his back. He pulled back and began to stroke into the gripping depths of her ass. Below, Cade gripped her hips, his c**k thrusting hard and deep inside her pu**y, in perfect counterpoint to the shaft stroking her rectum.
Marly was nearly screaming their names now. Twisting between them, begging Cade for the orgasm building inside her.
“Yeah,” Sam whispered, his voice harsh. “Come, Marly. Come, baby. Tighten on my c**k more.”
Sam was almost whimpering, the pleasure was so extreme. He needed her to come. Needed to feel her orgasm rippling through her cunt, tightening her muscles further. He felt Cade’s strokes intensify through the thin wall of flesh that separated the invaded channels. He matched the rhythm, feeling her tense, feeling the walls of her anus ripple, tremble. Then with a surge of strength, her muscles clamped down on his pistoning flesh as she screamed out her release. Cade was crying out, slamming deep inside her, holding her close. Then Sam could hold back no longer. He pushed in hard and fast. Again, then again, as blistering waves of heat streaked from his stomach, up his back, and through his cock.
He exploded as he powered inside her. Thrusting hard and fast even as his c**k erupted, spewing his se**n into the willing, greedy depths of her ass. The added sensations, agonizing in intensity, pushed his release higher as he buried inside her, deep and hard one last time. His body shuddered as she tightened again. She was shaking, crying, holding onto Cade as she fell slowly back to earth.
Fighting for breath, Sam eased out of her, watching as his seed marred the cream and peach perfection of her little hole. Shaking, he removed a small towel from another drawer under the seat and gently cleaned her.
Cade was still buried inside her, his voice soft, soothing, as he calmed her. The intensity of her orgasms when with the brothers often threw her into unconsciousness. She hated that, and could pout for days over it. Thankfully, Cade seemed to have found a cure.
Sam collapsed in his seat again, breathing deeply. Guilt lingered inside him, a fear that he was hurting,
rather than loving the petite woman he had known for so long. But he was calm now. That hard, cold core of rage and hatred he often felt growing inside him had thawed, for now.
Marly’s soft laughter drew his gaze to the pair once again. Cade had eased up and fixed his jeans, and was now helping Marly to dress once again. He whispered to her gently as she smiled in pleasure, in happiness. His brother, once hard and bitter, seeped in the nightmares of the past, had eased under Marly’s loving and her acceptance. As they all had in some ways.
It was the same for Brock. Sarah eased his demons as well. She healed him with love and soothed him with laughter, and though Sam never felt left out, he still felt apart.
Chapter Eight
Heather knew when she saw the trio step from the back of the limo what had happened during the ride from the hospital. She watched Sam’s expression carefully, seeing an easing of the tension that had been growing during his hospital stay. His eyes weren’t cold and hard, his face wasn’t still and dangerous. He looked ready to cause mischief again, until he saw her.
She watched as the animation in his face stilled. Sadness flashed in his eyes, and regret. But no guilt. Of course, there was no reason for guilt. They weren’t lovers, they weren’t even friends anymore. Despite the sexual heat building between them, he hadn’t touched her since before the attack nearly two months earlier. Hadn’t touched her, and he appeared in no hurry to do so. But he did touch his brothers’ women.
Jealousy raged through her system. Her fingers curled with the need to rage at him. Her chest ached with the tears she refused to shed.
“You can’t change him, Heather.”Tara stepped behind her, watching as the trio talked after getting out of the limo.
“I didn’t say I wanted to,Tara ,” she said softly. She knew she did though. She wanted him, heart, body and soul, the same way he could have her, if he would accept it.
Taradidn’t reply as the three made their way to the porch. They were flanked by the two bodyguards who rode in the limo, their weapons carried in readiness.
“I’m getting sick of this,Tara ,” Cade bit out as the door closed behind them. “I have a damned ranch to run.”
Tarasighed as Heather watched Sam glance around the house. There was little privacy now within the huge ranch house.
“We’re working on it, Cade,”Tara promised him, her voice firm though not in the least conciliatory.
“Rick should be back tonight with the information he went after, so hopefully, we’ll have answers soon.”