“Yeah well, you get punished first.” She gripped the middle of his shirt and jerked. Buttons went flying a second before he jerked her to him and ground his mouth down on hers.
She went on her toes, fighting to get closer to him, aware that she had inflamed all three men to a point of no return. Their hands were on her as Cade kissed her hard and deep, pulling her clothes from her body, fingers and lips roving over her nakedness, invading tight channels, groaning out at the slick liquid that eased their ways.
She was turned, Cade undressing quickly as Brock pushed her to the floor, his mouth going between her thighs, dining on her sweetness, moaning into her flesh. Sam’s mouth attacked her breasts, and Cade knelt beside the small raised bed, pushing his cock into her mouth as she moaned in rising pleasure.
These men, they were hers. Cade held her heart the most, but the others had their little part as well. And they would share her body, her passion, because it was her choice, and because it brought her pleasure.
Orgasm after orgasm ripped over her as the moans in the room rose in volume. One after the other moved between her thighs, the soft, slurping sounds of thrust after thrust of eager tongues rising around them, Marly’s cries echoing heatedly. And still it went on.
Finally, Cade lifted her above him, holding onto her weary body as he impaled her on his rising flesh.
“Rest, darlin’. We’ll take care of you.” He moaned as he pressed her sweat-damp head to his chest.
She felt Brock, or was it Sam behind her. Heat flared through her body as she felt the cool sensation of a thick lubrication as he slowly prepared her for his invasion. Minutes later, the thick head of his erection nudged the soft pucker of her anus. She relaxed for him, loosening her body, hearing his harsh groan as he slid deep inside her. Marly couldn’t halt her cry of lust, or of pleasure so exquisite she felt seared.
Then another erection, hard and hot was being pushed past her lips as someone raised her head. Hard hands held her body steady, her eyes closed. She didn’t care whose cock invaded her where. She was spiraling out of control, enclosed in a place where only heated moans, hard thrusts, and fiery desire ruled the moment. She arched, she cried around the thrusting flesh between her lips, and orgasm after orgasm tore through her body until finally, mercifully, she felt their last hot ejaculations into her, and collapsed wearily against Cade’s chest.
Sleep rather than unconsciousness claimed her now. It no longer frightened her. She didn’t have to hide. Not from these men, the ones who loved her best. There was no reason to hide, to escape. She was safe, well pleasured, and so tired she refused to move on her own.
* * * * *
Cade watched as Brock lifted a sleeping Marly tenderly from his body. He rose, sitting up as his brother carried her to the couch, laying her down on it as he breathed out wearily, staring down at her.
He knew what the other two were slowly realizing. Climaxing in Marly’s body was more satisfaction than he had ever known, had ever believed possible. Sam was lying on the other couch, fighting to catch his own breath, and Brock finally collapsed at the end of Marly’s couch.
“Son of a damned bitch,” he breathed out heavily, his eyes meeting Cade’s. “If I had known that, she would have never started college to begin with.”
Known her passion, her strength of will, her acceptance of them. It was what Cade had feared, that she would be unable to accept total surrender to the three of them.
“She’s going to kill us, if we keep up like this,” Sam muttered. “Damn, did we ever have a woman that could take each of us, then all of us again?”
They hadn’t. They had been forced, the few times it had happened, to space the passion to allow for the women and their lack of ability to endure their passion.
“So what now?” Brock asked, his head resting on the back of the couch. “What do we do when they find Jennings?”
Cade looked at him in some surprise. “I marry her. She’s not leaving, Brock. She made the choice, she won’t back away from it now.”
Brock grinned. “Well hell, she’ll keep us busy if nothing else. Maybe we need to hire more cowboys. I don’t think I want to ride fences anymore.”
Cade chuckled. He moved over to his woman, seeing the flush of satisfaction on her face, her body marred with moisture and their combined releases. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
“Come on, you two can help me get her bathed and into bed. I don’t think she’s willing to wake up for it.”
He rose, bent and lifted her into his arms. She grumbled tiredly, grimacing at being disturbed then settling against Cade’s chest with a sigh. He felt his heart swell. Not his cock, he thought, his heart. She filled him in ways he could not have believed possible.
With Sam and Brock following him quickly, he strode upstairs. He wanted her to rest, and he knew she wouldn’t do so as the sweat began to dry on her body. She would bitch about the bath, maybe, but when her head hit the pillows, she would sleep, as she never had. And Cade knew, he would as well.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
All her jeans were gone, as were her shorts. There was nothing in her closet, or Cade’s, except her dresses. She tore one of the longer, full-skirted sundresses from a hanger and dragged it over her head. Her bras were missing too; thankfully, her breasts were full and firm, and looked good without one. It was the principal of the matter, though.
For the past week, Cade had kept her to himself, both in bed and out of it. He hadn’t shared her with Brock and Sam, or made any strange demands on her. His passion was still hot and drove her crazy as he pushed her past peak after peak. It was as though that night in the family room was a dream. At least it was until this morning.
Before leaving their room Cade had laid out the plug, and the lubricating jelly, giving her a hard, speaking glance before leaving. She knew well that he meant for her to use it.
Gritting her teeth in irritation at his highhandedness, even as her vagina wept in excitement, she completed dressing, hastily braided her hair and slipped into a pair of strappy sandals.
“Marly, are you coming down sometime today?” Cade called from downstairs, his voice raised, imperious as he urged her to hurry.