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But his friendly expression told her that he was only being
congenial. That eased her worries and her shyness. With a toss of her hair back
from her shoulders, she smiled at him and took note of how yummy he looked this
morning. He had on a yellow and white plaid work shirt and jeans, both of which
accented his baby-blue eyes, his hunky bronze tan and his shining black hair
that again was caught in a strip of rawhide down his back. Her mouth watered.

How could she want him too?

This is crazy. You’re becoming a horny slut, kid. Too
long without a good lay and you’re ready to open your thighs for another man
within hours of having his brother?

Harry reached over and lifted her chin. “What’s the matter,
darlin’? No need to be scared. We’re going as slowly as you want.”

At his use of the word “we”, she nearly squeaked with
excitement and awkwardness. What to do?
Hope that the implications of
Harry’s and later Jed’s words last night were a valid offer to be every man’s
partner? Ignore it?
Finesse for the first, cut my losses and never look
back if I’m wrong? Or I fail to please one?
“Where is everyone else?”

“The storm washed out the road into town and that means our
lower pastures are under water. Jed and Will went down to see if any of our
herd needs to be driven out of the flood zone. They’ll be back, but god knows
when. I was able to tow your pickup to the maintenance barn, but I haven’t
looked at the damage yet.”

“Ah, thanks for that. Are the phones working?”

“Spotty. Give it a go though.”

“I will.” Where the hell was her purse? Oh swell. In the
truck. “Do you mind if I use your landline?”

“Go ahead. But I called your Aunt Bree for you about an hour
ago. She’s happy you’re here and well.”

“Thank you. Was she worried?”

“She said no. When she saw that you had taken our two boxes from
the supply room, she figured you had come here and hoped you arrived before any
flooding.”

“Hmm. I’ll call the senior center too, to tell them I can’t
make it in for my volunteer day.”

“What do you say to coffee? Shall I pour you a cup?”

“Please.” She cast her eyes to his hands, large but deft.
The fingers long, the nails short, his skin a deep tan. A dusting of dark hair
on the back. Gentle, agile. Would he use them on her? Her breasts. Her nipples.
Jed hadn’t touched them much last night, concentrating on her pussy, her G-spot
and finally—she shuddered in remembrance—her clit. Her breasts filled in the
skimpy little French bra, her skin abraded by the constraint. God almighty, all
of her ached for this man’s touch. “Cream?”

He noticed her eyes on him and paused mid-pour. “Sure. Got
it. Half and half?” He strode to the refrigerator.

“Yes.”

“Here you go.”

She busied herself with her mug, took a large sip and closed
her eyes. “I love my coffee in the morning. Can’t think without it. Unusual
twist. How did you make it?”

“Regular Colombian. I put in a dash of cardamom. Adds
flavor. Come sit down. Hungry?”

Taking a chair at the table, she glanced at him through her
lashes and wondered if he was asking her deeper questions about how she liked
making love to his brother. “Very.”

“I can make you eggs. Bacon? Toast?”

“Cereal is good.”

“Aw, come on, darlin’.”

She stiffened as he put a big, warm hand on her shoulder.
“It‘s cold outside this morning. And you need something to stick to your ribs.
You went through a lot yesterday.”

She nearly choked on her coffee. “You mean­—”

“Now, now.” He kneaded her shoulders and she went with the
power and sensuousness in his hands. “You are stiff. Sore too?”

She made a little sound of agreement and rubbed her labia
against the wood of the chair. Why, oh why was she not satisfied with Jed? Why
did she want Harry too?

Because he is spontaneous. A complement, a foil to his
older brother.

“I can help you feel better.” He leaned down, his gruff
voice against her ear, his breath on her skin and her desire rising like a
floodtide. “Let me feed you.”

“Okay.” She tipped her head and smiled at him. So close,
my
god
, so close, she made love to his blue bedroom eyes.

“Eggs?”

She stared at him, dumb as a stone for a second. “Un-huh.
Two. Scrambled.”

“That’s my girl.”

Could I want to be Harry’s girl too? Maybe Will’s?

Her nipples poked at her silken bra. Her pussy soaked her
panties.
All in agreement, say aye!

“Good. You’re smiling,” he remarked as he patted her
shoulders and began to make her breakfast. “Tell me about what’s in the box.”

Happy for the topic of business, she described her add-on to
her Aunt Bree’s clothing shop on Main Street. “Knickers will concentrate on
lingerie and be a nice mesh with the current merchandise. But eventually, Aunt
Bree hopes I’ll take over the management. She wants to step back, have more
time to grow her flowers.”

“And smell them too, eh?” he joked as he cracked eggs in a
bowl.

“Right. She wants to ease out of the business and travel
more. And since she has no children, she and I have come to an agreement that I
will gradually buy her out. When I came back to town to visit last fall, she
made the offer. I looked over the shop, her stock and her balance sheets and
that’s when I decided to add fine European lingerie to her offerings. She
agreed that Bravado’s women would love the sophisticated styles.”

“Yep. There is a call for sexy lingerie wherever females
roam.”

She frowned into her coffee cup. “I worried at first that
there just weren’t enough women in town to support a new expensive line like
that, but I took a look at the wealth in the town, the real estate, the per
capita income and education levels and such, and decided that this might just
work.”

“I think so. We might not have as many women here as men,
but we do have money. A damn lot of it.”

“I thought I’d supplement whatever I sell in the store with
an online shop. That way, American women can have their silks and satins more
quickly than ordering from Paris or Milan. And I’ll make Knickers unique by
offering discounts with each purchase. Five percent off on every one hundred
dollars, ten percent off when a customer orders two hundred dollars’ worth or
more. That way I’ll stand out from my competitors here in the States who offer
the same goods as I do online.”

“And,” he said as he stuck a few slices of bacon in the
microwave and shut the door, “they have your expertise to translate European
sizes into something American girls understand.”

“Exactly.”

They grinned at each other as if they were long-time buddies.

At once, she noticed he had a dimple in his left cheek. And
those blue eyes were as dreamy and deep as the water around Naples. His hands,
his big, beautiful hands, cupped the edge of the granite counter. In
appreciation, her breasts blossomed even more while her pussy lips swelled. She
swallowed hard.

He examined her mouth as though he had never seen it before.
“Tell you what I’m gonna do, darlin’. I’m going to give you your breakfast and
you are going to eat it. While I,” he said as he pushed away from the counter
and strolled over to her to bend down a breath away, “am going to go out to
look at your truck. It’s straight out that door.” He nodded across the kitchen.
“The causeway is covered. You don’t need an umbrella. But come out, if you
want. I’d like to talk to you about the damages and what it’ll take to make it
right.”

She bit her lower lip, tugging on the flesh, fighting back
the temptation to kiss his dimple and sink her hands into that long, straight
black hair. “Okay. I need to get my purse out of the cab. Call my Aunt Bree
just to say hi myself.”

“She’s fine. Glad you’re safe. She says to come home when
you can.”

“Oh. Sure.”

“You are safe and warm and sound here. So eat your
breakfast.” He squeezed her shoulder with one of his expressive hands and
turned on his heel to let her admire his tush as he plated her eggs and bacon,
then left her.

Chapter Six

Food was one thing. But what she really wanted this morning
to satisfy her appetite was Harry. He was more than interested in her,
impatient to have her.
And I am done with fretting about taking on one more
brother.

Swallowing the last of her coffee, she wiped her mouth with
her napkin and headed toward the kitchen door.

As she put her hand to the knob, she stopped. Practical
measures demanded she be smart. If she went out to the barn and managed to tell
Harry with her unsubtle clues that she wanted him, she needed to be prepared.
Turning around, she went back to the beautiful bathroom, pulled open the drawer
where Jed had extracted all his condoms last night and grabbed one. On second
thought, acknowledging her voracious appetite, she turned back and pocketed
another condom.

She might be horny and she might have the opportunity to
make love like a sex kitten to the second man in as many days, but she was not
on the Pill. And results of unplanned encounters with irresistible men were not
on her agenda.

She took the causeway to the barn at a jog. The weather had
turned colder and her cotton shirt was too thin to be any comfort. But if she
read Harry’s eyes correctly, she wouldn’t have to worry about heat. He’d give
it to her.

She charged through the big door and shut it with a clang.
Then she called to him.

“Back here,” his rasping bass voice boomed at her. He
stepped around a wall lined with all kinds of tools and she noted how dynamite
he looked.

He’d rolled up his shirt past his elbows and his jeans bore
a streak of oil they hadn’t in the kitchen. His hands were dirty too. His big,
talented hands.

No need to bargain or debate with herself or him.

I just want you, Harry.

She stopped right in front of him and he, sweet man, hadn’t
moved an inch since he’d rounded the corner. Every part of him­—eyes, mouth,
body—seemed to be absorbing her.

In need and desperate desire, she gazed at him.

“Cara, darlin’,” he whispered as he threw down his oily rag
and swaggered toward her with a measured pace. “I’m glad you came. Want to
talk?”

She shook her head.

“Want to know about your truck?”

Another shake. A smile. She flowed toward him.

He held up his hands for her to see the palms, “I’m dirty.”

If her breasts weren’t screaming to be out and in his hands,
if her pussy weren’t pulsing in mad anticipation, she might have laughed.
Instead, she took the two steps forward to leave only enough room for him to
deny her and turn away. “I want to get dirty.”

His dimple deepened. “You came to the right man. But the way
I want to touch you means we’ll have to wait.”

“How long?” she demanded, one finger trailing down the
center of his warm, muscular chest.

He groaned, looking at the ceiling. “A minute. Just one. I
need to wash my hands.”

“Hurry,” she insisted and watched him take two strides to a
sink where he scrubbed himself so diligently she thought he’d remove his skin.
He yanked at a paper towel from the rack, swiped once and threw it in the
nearby trash can.

He was back suddenly, hauling himself right up against her,
one arm around her waist and his cock straining against her pubic bone.

He sank his damp fingers into her hair and held her still.
His lips came down on hers in a fierce assault that made her knees give out. He
caught her up and frog-marched her around the wall, then up against it. He
nipped her lower lip. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth on my breasts.”

Quick as lightning, he leaned back, put two hands in the
neck of her shirt and tore the thing in two. “You’ve got such pretty girls
here. I knew they were lovely last night peeping out over Jed’s robe. Don’t
want to tear this bra though.” His warm fingers danced over the edge and around
the back to unfasten it. “Gonna do them justice. Lean forward.”

In a flick of his fingers, he had her naked. He was cupping
both breasts. Thumbing her nipples. Tweaking them.

She cried out, jutting them into his hands.

He chuckled then pulled both nipples. “Pink. Like the rest
of you. Can I make them red?”

“Yesssss!”

He laughed again. Pushed her flush to the wall and this
time, this time,
this time
, he did what she craved.

He sipped at one nipple. Stroked the other. Then caught it
between his teeth and tugged.

She melted. Her legs failed her.

He paused. “Stand up or I stop.”

“Nooo,” she wailed, her hands gripping his waist and drawing
him nearer.

He thrust a thigh between hers to help her stay up, then
went back to the breast he had favored with his teeth. This time, he used his
rough tongue.

She thrashed her head against the wall. Her vision dimmed.
All she knew, all she cared to know was his lavish loving. He licked her nipple
round and round, forming it, shaping it to a painfully hard point. Then he
sucked her, hard and soft, over and over.

“More,” she complained. “The other.” She thrust it at him.

He obliged her and worked on her other breast until she
groaned like a madwoman. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

He captured her face, his fingers digging into her scalp,
his huge hands a comforting brace. “Want me?”

“Yes. Here. Now.”

He ran a hand over her aching breasts. “Can I leave these
for a second to strip you?”

“Yes. Yes!” She worked at her belt buckle and her zipper,
then grabbed one of his hands. She sank it inside against her moist mound. She
wiggled the fabric lower and took one of his fingers to stroke along her slit.
She swooned, in heaven again.

He jerked away, yanking at her jeans, snagging down his own
zipper. She caught a glimpse of his cock. Huge, long and red. Commando too.

“Do any of you boys wear underwear?”

He snorted. “Not with you around. We’re ready to roll when
you are, darlin’.”

“Like now,” she challenged him with a wide-eyed smile.

He seized her hand and wrapped it around his thick rod.
“Show me how eager you are. Then we’ll see if you need to wear underwear. What
do you say?”

She laughed then, wild and loud. At once, she stopped. Her
newest obsession came to mind. “Can I have you in my mouth first?”

He cursed. “No.”

“Okay,” she said, more agreeable than she ever thought she
could be. “Need a condom?” she asked like a major tease.

“Got one.” He bent to fish one from his jeans.

“Prepared, huh?” she asked after he opened the foil and
rolled it on in record time.

He pinched one nipple, then rubbed his long rod between her pussy
lips. “With you around, you think any of us goes without one?”

She blinked, startled, although the longer she considered
his words, the more she accepted them as smart practice. And oh so appealing.
So necessary. “You decided that each of you was going to have me?”

He pushed his cock back and forth along her seam and kissed
her ear. “Yeah. You objecting?”

Lost in the rhythm and feel of his long cock against her
creaming cunt, she shook her head. “No, no. Not at all. I’m getting used to
that idea. Takes me awhile. Guess you’re not the only one who was dropped on
their head as a baby.”

“One woman for three men is a lot to take in,” he agreed as
he nipped at her earlobe and thumbed a nipple.

“In more ways than one,” she laughed, her pussy drenched in
desire and swelling unbearably. “Just please make love to me before I come
without you.”

He caught her chin. “Look at me. You. Will. Never. Come.
Without. One of us. You hear me?”

The command, his audacity thrilled her. “I hear. I agree.”

“Doing yourself might have been necessary—”

She gasped. “How could you know that I—”

“A guess. A woman who’s been wronged like you have, you’d
pleasure yourself.”

She worked at words. “I didn’t trust myself to find a good
man.”

“But you have.” He kissed her then. Sweetly like a prince
charming might. Then he thrust his tongue inside, sweeping the caverns of her
being, demanding she surrender to his strength and his authority. And she went.
Enchanted and somehow…for some insane instinctive reason, trusting him.

She sank her hands in his hair, loosening the rawhide,
messing him up, kissing him back with a savage intensity she didn’t know she
could feel.

“Christ, Jesus,” he murmured, pushing her jeans down her
thighs and shoving them apart so he could get inside.

In a moment that she swore she’d recall as long as she
lived, he rammed his cock inside her pussy.

“Lord have mercy, you are one juicy piece,” he groaned into
her ear, kissing her cheek and her jaw as he jammed himself higher

She gasped, she moaned, she rocked with him. Her cunt
stretched wide and so delightfully full. He banged her against the wooden wall
and she ached with the thrust of his possession. She tried to open her thighs
wider to take more and more of him.

But he swore again, hauled her up against him and carried
her to her truck. Yanking open the door with one hand, he perched her on the
side of the seat, tore off her boots and jerked down her jeans. She was naked
in one second, opening her legs in another, taking him deep, deep, impossibly
deeper inside her the next.

He settled himself firmly in front of her, gripped her hips
and worked her hard and fast and solidly. One finger to her clit, he rolled and
massaged her nub until she screamed her need for more and he ground into her.

Teeth bared, eyes hard with lust, he pummeled her cunt until
she knew this was what she needed. Him and his fucking. Wild loving. Good
loving. His brother. And maybe,
yes
, even his other brother.

She shuddered as she came, creaming all over his sweet, hard
cock.

And he yelled when he let loose, his fingers deep in the
flesh of her hips, his eyes on her breasts. Her sore, aching, satisfied
breasts.

He wrapped her close to him, both of them breathing as
though they’d just run a marathon. Then he smoothed back her hair, kissed her
lips quickly and winked at her.

“I think,” he said as he lifted one breast and pinched the
nipple so that she mewled in delight, “you smell like motor oil.”

She rubbed her nipples against his chest. “I smell like
you.”

“And I need to taste you.” He traced her pussy with a deft
fingertip. “Here.”

She shivered deliciously, enticing him with a grin. “Can I
rush you?”

“Come on,” he grunted, picked her up and strode with her to
the door and out the causeway. ”We’re wastin’ daylight here, woman!”

* * * * *

Living in some X-rated fantasy took a lot of getting used
to.

Cara stood in the MacRaes’ huge kitchen pantry, hands on her
hips, surveying the healthy supply of canned foods, fresh potatoes, spices
and…yes, four different kinds of chocolate, and knew she had to be in a dream
world.

What else could explain this crazy house party?

She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles. And
couldn’t.

Outside, thunder rolled and shook the earth. Inside, the
earth moved too. She laughed. How many times had it moved for her since she got
here?

Three times last night with Jed. Three with Harry in the
barn, the shower and then, agreeing that they needed some comfort, in her bed.

She shifted in her jeans, newly washed once again today
after the sweaty doings with Harry. She ran her palms over her nipples, clothed
now in one of Harry’s shirts and already aching for his mouth. Damn, and he
hadn’t been gone but three, maybe four hours from her arms.

Horny was not an appropriate word to describe her yearnings
any longer.

Now I’m constantly needy. Craven.

She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her lips pulse and
her cunt flood with warm cream. She licked her lips, her eyes no longer focused
on the items before her but on mental images of her with Jed. Her with Harry.
And now—
wow
, was she truly lost—fantasies of her with Will.

And I haven’t got the faintest clue who he is or why I
should want him. Other than his brothers are the finest specimens of male
virility I’ve met in years and so… Doesn’t it follow that Will must be just
like them?

Hmm. And what was
his
expertise?

Jed was a forthright man. Harry was funny and fast. Did a
woman learn the true nature of a man when she went to bed with him? Certainly
she had proof of that. With these two MacRaes. With Jeffrey, the plain vanilla
guy. With two other boys she had dated at UT in Austin, both of whom were quick
and unimaginative.
And I wasn’t creative in the sack either.

The thought struck her. To get in bed, you had to give. And
this, she knew with a glowing insight, was what she had learned from the
MacRaes. What she had been ready to learn. What she was willing to do now was
give more of herself.
Give well and often.
She laughed.

She ran her hands through her hair.
Stop mooning, kid.
She’d promised Harry she would cook dinner while he went out to help his
brothers who still weren’t back from the range.

Now get a move on!

She took down two cans of crushed tomatoes, a box of thin
spaghetti and headed for the counter with them. Garlic, she found in the
vegetable basket. Onion, green pepper and even a chili too. Harry had told her
they had an herb garden out back if she needed oregano or basil or parsley, but
with the downpour still going strong outside, she was too much of a wuss to
venture out and pick any. In the wonderful freezer, she found ground beef and
pulled it out to thaw.

Harry had been surprised she could cook. But she’d show them
she was capable of more than becoming a daring bed partner. She paused in
mid-stride to the counter, struck by the fact that Harry had not known she
could cook.