Sam blinked in surprise.
“How do you know?” He glanced to the stairs, wondering if he could catch her in the act. Damn, he would give anything to see that.
“Sam, hon, I’m a woman,” she laughed as she patted his chest in comfort. “Besides, somehow Marly found out that was the only toy the poor little thing possessed. We’re thinking of giving her some of the new stuff you boys ordered.”
Sam’s body tightened. “The Rabbit,” he whispered. “Give her the Rabbit.” He spoke of the exceptionally powerful dildo that vibrated, rotated and stroked deep inside the vagina as the soft ears pulsated against the clit. The twin sensations drove Sarah and Marly crazy. “Do that for me, Sarah, and I’ll owe you.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “I don’t know, Sam, that might be a little advanced for her…” Her voice sounded hesitant.
“Sarah, give her the Rabbit,” he told her desperately, fighting to keep his excitement, his need under control. “Do this for me.”
“Sam.” She shook her head in confusion. “Why don’t you satisfy her? The woman needs a man, not a chest of toys.”
He needed to. God help him, he wanted to, more than anything, and it terrified the hell out of him. The thought of hurting her, of being the reason she was hurt, was more than he could bear. His brothers had damned near been destroyed because of him. What if that fucking stalker hurt Heather in a similar way…more than she had already been hurt? And yet, he couldn’t restrain his needs. Couldn’t restrain at least a small part of the pleasure that zipped through him at the thought of Heather and those toys.
“Sarah.” He gripped her arm imperatively as his cock thickened and throbbed beneath his jeans. “Do this for me. Promise me.”
She watched him, tilting her head as her gaze held his.
“You can’t fight it forever, Sam,” she finally said softly. “You can give her all the toys in the world, but you won’t be satisfied until you take her yourself. You know that.”
“I need this, Sarah.” His voice was just as low. “More than you know. She won’t take them from me, but she would from you. Do this for me. Please.”
She sighed deeply as she shook her head. “I’ll do it, Sam.”
He closed his eyes and when he opened them he could have sworn he caught a flash of amusement in her eyes before it was quickly hidden.
“I owe you big time,” he growled, unable to still the thought of maybe, just maybe, catching Heather in the act of using the intimate devices.
His hand ran up the outside of her thigh as he leaned forward, giving her a lingering kiss before he pulled back. “Brock’s a bear today. Fuck him out so he’ll quit bitching at me.” He grinned. “Now I’m gonna shower. I’ll see you later.”
He hurried away from her before his urges could get the better of him. He strode quickly up the stairs and to his own room and a cold shower that he prayed would still the heat in his body.
* * * * *
“He’s such a goner.” Marly stepped from the doorway of the study, a huge grin splitting her face as she peeked around the wall to the stairway.
“Shh, Brock and Cade will be here in a minute.” Sarah was having trouble stilling her own laughter. “We’ll take them to her this evening. Just make sure Cade knows we’re doing it, too. The three of them are driving me nuts.”
Marly shook her head, her blue eyes filled with such mischievous laughter that she resembled a teenager more than she did an adult.
“Marly, have you considered the fact that we are deliberately setting her up to be fucked by Cade and Brock?” Sarah suddenly shook her head at the thought. “I would have never believed anyone if they had told me I could have accepted this.”
Being with the three brothers herself, and seeing their interaction, the knowledge that it wasn’t sexual so much as it was truly loving, had eased any jealousy she would have felt. Brock often had sex with Marly, either with the other two present or alone, whenever the need was there. Just as Cade and Sam would come to Sarah as they needed. The unique relationship that was evolving among them all often surprised her. She had three lovers, and she loved them all, but Brock held her soul, just as she knew she held his.
Marly shook her head, her rioting black curls rippling to her hips. “We love them.” She finally shrugged. “Just as they love us. I couldn’t imagine anything else now, Sarah.”
Sarah admitted that she couldn’t either. Knowing Brock was with Marly no longer caused her jealousy or hurt. It was no more than a hug, a kiss on the cheek. It was a sharing of the bond he had with his brothers, and with her.
“Well, let’s take her the gifts then.” She grinned, more than a little curious as to the reactions that the men of the house would have. She felt a little naughty, a little nervous, but she would be damned if she wasn’t looking forward to it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“The Snake?” Heather blinked down at the carefully wrapped adult toy. The deep purple color was bad enough. It was nearly seven inches, slender and extremely supple. Nearly an inch and a half beneath the flared head, in the middle of the supple device, there appeared to be a small, metal motor.
“What does it do?” she whispered as she stared at Marly and Sarah, afraid to speak too loudly in case someone would hear her.
Marly laughed gently. “It vibrates,” she whispered back, her eyes widening with amused naughtiness.