Love Under Two Jessops (6 page)

“I hope you’re not finished.” She wanted more, now that the desperate hunger of her soul had been fed this appetizer.

“No, ma’am. I haven’t actually gotten started yet. I just thought I’d let you use me as a sex toy for a few minutes.”

Chloe chuckled. “I appreciate that. You’re a hell of a lot better at it than Bob is.”

Grant scowled and said, “Who the hell’s Bob?”

“Not who, but
what
. The letters stand for battery-operated boyfriend.” And she gave him the broadest smile she could.

“I think I owe you a spanking for that one,” Grant said.

“Or two.” Andrew reached over and pinched her clothing-covered nipple.

“Hey!” The pinch stung, but combined with the threat of a spanking, it only served to get her juices flowing again.

“You’ll soon discover that we’re very possessive and don’t take teasing all that well,” Grant said.

“In that case, y’all ought to know I’m feeling more than a little possessive myself.” Chloe had never experienced this sense of ownership, this need to stake a claim that filled her right now.

“Only seems right,” Andrew said.

“You belong to us,” Grant said. “And we belong to you.”

Fear and excitement tumbled within her in equal measure, and Chloe understood that she’d crossed some sort of invisible line.

There would be no going back, only forward. She had no idea what the future could possibly hold for them. In all likelihood they would burn hot, but fast. How could something that felt like this last? But for once, she wasn’t going to worry about that, not one little bit. All she was going to care about right now was living in the moment.

She’d never been very good at that—her life, to date, hadn’t allowed her the luxury of letting go and having fun and just living in the moment. But, by damn, she’d live in
this
moment, and wring every drop of pleasure from it that she could.

Emboldened, she ran her hands up and down Grant’s arms. He must have magnificent control to be able to hold his hot, hard cock so still inside her for this long.

Why don’t I see if I can shake that control just a little bit?

“I want you naked. I want me naked. And then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and deep.”

Only the flare of heat in his eyes—punctuated by the pulsing of his cock inside her cunt—gave away his response to her brazen demand.

“Under the circumstances,” he said, “that seems like a reasonable request.”

Chloe actually made a little sound of disappointment when Grant pulled out of her and then got to his feet. Her gaze riveted on his condom-covered cock, drenched in her own cream. Andrew worked her shirt off, and then slid his hand beneath her to unhook her bra.

She shot him a sly glance, and then turned her attention back to his brother. Grant had dropped his shirt and was toeing his boots off.

She didn’t think she’d ever had a man fuck her before, still wearing his boots. That couldn’t be right, and surely deserved some kind of punishment.

Chloe spread her legs, reached down, and ran her finger through the juices gathered just at the opening of her slit, juices that the presence of his cock within her had drawn out.

Grant fumbled in the act of pushing his pants down his legs.

Chloe knew she had a cheeky grin on her face because that was how she felt. Cheeky—and daring, as she lifted her wet finger and sucked it into her mouth.

“Mother of God,” Andrew said.

“Yeah.” Grant bit out that one word as if it was a piece of year-old jerky. Naked now, he knelt once more on the bed between her spread legs. “You want it? Then put it where you need it, woman.”

Chloe could have sworn her pussy lips quivered as Grant’s cock brushed them. The satiation from her first orgasm felt like a distant memory. Hungry, needing more, she reached down with her right hand and fisted him.

The corner of his mouth twitched as she lavished two solid, firm strokes on him. Then she placed his cockhead against her cunt.

“Fuck me, damn you.”

“Hang on.”

This time, her body didn’t fight his long, thick cock as he pushed into her. This time, she was ready for the sensation of his cock, so wide and long inside her, bumping against her cervix. He pulled almost all the way out, and then surged into her again, and then again.

She nearly opened her mouth to tell him to go faster, but the look he gave her kept her silent. She understood, then, that these few strokes weren’t the main show. He was just ensuring that he could move in her without hurting her.

He didn’t have to worry about that. Her cunt was so damn happy to have him there, it easily stretched wide and wept with joy.

Grant stayed on his knees, leaning over her. He hooked her legs over his arms, and kept her spread wide open and at his mercy.

And then he began to
move
.

Beside her, Andrew gathered her hands and pulled her arms taut above her head. When she turned her face toward him, he laid his lips on hers.

Arousal soared, pushed to the heavens by the sheer reality of kissing one man while another one fucked her. Andrew’s taste differed from Grant’s, but still melted like ambrosia on her tongue.

She wanted to move, to counterthrust, but held as she was, she could only lie there and take what they gave her.

“I knew you’d be hot.” Andrew’s words brushed her face. He looked down at her breasts, and she knew he could see the way her nipples had gone rock hard, the areola contracting into a rough, pebbled patch of skin over delicate nerve endings.

“I love your breasts. I’ve wanted them in my hands and my mouth for so
damn
long, imagined them there.” He lowered his head and made yummy-sounds as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. Chloe watched him suckle and felt Grant’s cock moving in her at the same time.

“Eyes on me.”

Grant’s command snapped her attention back to him. He smiled, his mouth moving slow and sweet. “Squeeze me.” Another time she might have protested his bossiness. Right then, she reveled in it. Desperate to pleasure him, desperate to be pleasured, she contracted her pelvic floor muscles, giving him a rippling caress along the length of his cock.

“Oh yeah, that’s right, just like that.” He cupped her ass in his hands and kept his rhythm steady with long strokes that took him to the bottom with every thrust. “You have got a great cunt, woman. Hot and wet and wrapped around my cock nice and tight. You were made for us, Chloe Rhodes.”

He fucked her with such deliberation, such attention, that the world shrank, and became just this bed, and just the three of them.

Andrew let go of her nipple with a wet plop. Using one hand he cradled her breast, making her super aware of the plumpness of her flesh, and the massive capacity of his hand.

She usually felt so self-conscious of her size. She’d had curves since hitting puberty and nothing she could ever do seemed to tame them. To call her figure hourglass was nearly an understatement. Her waist wasn’t tiny, not at all, but her breasts and hips blossomed from above and below it, so that her waist was definitely smaller by comparison.

She’d been called fat, chubby, and a freak. She’d experienced the stress of other kids making “oinking” sounds as she walked past them in the halls in high school. As an adult working her way through life, she’d been sneered at way too often by her some of her svelte and bitchy female coworkers.

These
men made her feel petite, for God’s sake.

“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” Grant’s words pulled her focus back to him, as if he’d known, somehow, where her thoughts had taken her.

“You’ve had us both hard for a long time, woman.”
In and out, in and out, slow, and thick, and deep.
“You haven’t even been aware of how turned on you’ve had us, Chloe, just by
being
.”

“Honest to God, Chloe-doe,” Andrew whispered his words against the shell of her ear, “you’re the sexiest woman we’ve ever known.”

Chloe-doe? If he starts singing “Do Re Mi” from
The Sound of Music
, I’m going to hit him.
Then his words fully registered, and when she looked into his eyes, she knew he spoke only the truth.

These men overwhelmed her with their heat and their masculinity, and they humbled her with their tenderness and sensitivity.

How could she have ever known there were men like these in the world?

“More.” She looked from one to the other of her lovers. “I need more. I need you both. I need
everything
. Oh,
please
!”

She couldn’t read whatever message passed between the men. But in the next instant Andrew slid away from them slightly, giving his brother room to move. Grant once more slid one hand beneath her bottom and the other under her shoulders. His actions brought her even closer to him, lifting her off the bed so that she felt gathered in and pressed close. She felt
cherished
.

“I have you, baby girl.” He whispered the words, his tone low and intimate in between tiny kisses on her cheeks, nose, and eyes. “I have you. We’re going to take such very good care of you, I promise. Kiss me, honey. Let me love you.”

Not demanding, no, not now. Oh, here was such sweet tenderness! Here she found a passion that fed hers, a passion that excited her and overwhelmed her.

Chloe opened her mouth to Grant, taking and giving, kissing him, being kissed and being loved as she’d always longed to be loved. Loving, as she’d always longed
to
love. Here was passion, yes, thrilling and unscripted. Here, too, was a wicked, naughty pleasure when Andrew sidled closer and stroked his hand over her hair.

He laid a string of kisses along her ear, and used his tongue to incite her there. His words, dark and feral, drove her to the very edge of climax.

“I’m so fucking hard watching you take my brother’s cock, knowing that very soon, I’ll be the one who’s balls deep inside your cunt. I can smell your arousal. Your scent is just one more thing that’s making me hot and hard and horny as hell.”

Grant raised his lips from hers and his gaze seared her. He changed his angle, raising up on his knees slightly, and then said, “Why don’t you give our woman a hand, brother?”

She felt Andrew’s hand slide down her belly and then his fingers brushed the smooth, bare flesh of her mound. His fingers teased back and forth, and her clit quivered in excitement.

“That pussy is so bare and soft,” Andrew said. “And your clit is standing up, begging for me to capture it. Is it ours, Chloe? Are you ours?”

Oh, God, she’d never been so hot, so aroused, so damn close to coming. She closed her eyes and tried to reach for it. Just there hanging back, her orgasm teased her.

“Are you ours, Chloe?”

The question wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing, and Chloe had no choice but to cry out, to surrender like she’d never surrendered before. “Yes! Yes, yours. I’m yours.”

Andrew grasped her clit and squeezed it, a rhythmic kind of caress that made everything inside her clutch and condense in a tight, vibrating ball. And then rapture exploded, a wild, hot, sizzling ride of pure bliss.

Chloe screamed as she came, and came, and came, certain that she actually soared high into the heavens.

Traffic never amounted to much on this particular Farm to Market Road in Hamilton County. Only three ranches had lanes that snaked out onto this section of the gravel path, and only one—the one he was pulled to the side of the road in front of—had a lane short enough and land flat enough that the house and barn were both visible from it.

Bill Porter studied the deserted ranch in the waning light, letting his eyes take in the whole of it. It had surprised him some, the first time he’d come out here to sit, how small and beat down the house appeared. His eyes focused as best they could as he tried to catalogue the details of its condition. From this vantage point he could see the roof sagged in one spot. Actually, the whole thing needed to be replaced. The paint was worn and old. Likely the foundation had problems, as well. Just looking, a body could see there’d been no money put into the structure for years.

He understood better than most how things went on a ranch—what cash did come in had to go into the business first, into the livestock and the barn, the feed and the vet bills. Groceries for the family and medical expenses needed to be met. The needs of the house always came last. Used to be a joke, if a man painted his house, he was either a fool with his money, or was doing real well.

A “for sale” sign nailed to one of the wooden fence posts declared that the parcel being offered for sale was one hundred and fifty-five hectares, that it featured some prime riverfront, along with a house and barn and two other outbuildings. The realtor had slapped a “new price” sticker on the sign.
Bastard must have done that this past week, because that sticker wasn’t there last Saturday.

“Damn well
should
have a new price. One point two million’s a mite rich for the place if you ask me. Which, of course, you most certainly did not.”