Trouble at the Treble T (5 page)

Chapter Three

Marti spent all of Sunday morning grooming herself for the day ahead. She lounged in a lavender-scented bubble bath, shaving her legs and under her arms and carefully trimming her cunt so there was just a thin line of hair defining each lip. She smoothed lotion into every inch of her skin and changed clothes five times before settling on jeans shorts and a three-quarter sleeve blouse with the tails tied right beneath her breasts. The shorts were low riders, exposing her navel and the tiny jewelled butterfly hanging from it on a thin ring. She wondered what the Thompson brothers would think of that.

Finally, after brushing her hair out three different times, she pulled it back in a gold clip, slipped her feet into thin-strapped sandals and headed out to her SUV.

Fish or cut bait, Marti girl.

All the way to the ranch, she alternated between heated anticipation and tense anxiety. She still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing by actually accepting the invitation—knowing exactly what she’d be walking into, thank you very much, Daisy—but the fantasies spinning around in her mind had her so thoroughly aroused there was no way she could have changed her mind. By the time she reach the Treble T, navigated the long driveway and parked in the gravel area beside the ranch trucks, anticipation had won out.

When she climbed out of the SUV, she heard music, male voices and the sound of water splashing from in back of the house. She hitched the thin strap of her purse over her shoulder and headed in that direction just as Cade came around the corner, smiling.

“Thought I heard your car,” he said.

Drops of water clung to his skin but instead of a bathing suit—that she could see anyway—he had a towel slung low and knotted at his hips. He walked up to her and, before she could say anything, he cradled her face in his hands and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. The moment his tongue slipped inside, she got that same weak in the knees feeling as before. Her nipples hardened into taut peaks and moisture soaked her panties. She’d kissed a lot of men but none of them had lit a flame inside her like Cade Thompson.

“Hey! Don’t hog the company all to yourself.”

Marti’s eyes flew open. Over Cade’s shoulder, she saw Mark heading towards them, also only wearing a towel. Didn’t these men have bathing suits? She thought of the tiny bikini she’d stuffed into her purse and wondered if she’d even have a chance to show it off.

“Welcome to the Treble T.” Mark had come to stand behind her, his voice husky in her ear, his hands sliding around to the flat of her stomach between her body and Cade’s. “We’ve been eagerly anticipatin’ your arrival.”

Cade lifted his mouth from hers and smiled at her—a smile that melted her bones and turned her muscles weak. “I like my method of welcome better. I plan to show you the very best Thomson hospitality, sugar.”

In one fluid movement, he lifted her into his arms and strode around the house, carrying her as if she weighed no more than a feather. She could feel his strength wrapping itself around her like a warm blanket. They reached a fence that looked to be ten feet high made of adobe bricks, encircling what Marti supposed was the pool. Mark ducked in front of them and opened a heavy wooden gate so Cade could carry her through.

“Hey, Marti,” Justin called from the pool.

He was submerged in the water to his armpits, leaning on the apron of the pool on his forearms. Through the clear water she could see he was completely naked.

“Oh!” she said as Cade set her on her feet. She wondered if he was going to kiss her again.
Hoped
he’d kiss her again. He had the most magic mouth and tongue, coaxing responses from her she hadn’t even known she’d been capable of…

But there was Justin in the pool—laughing, a look of hungry anticipation on his face. 

Cade followed the path of her gaze and grinned. “We’re not very formal around here. I don’t remember the last time any of us wore a bathing suit.”

“Then it’s a good thing you have such a tall fence,” she commented then blushed. “Oh, that’s
why
you have the fence.”

“See? I knew you were smart.” He whipped off his towel and Marti nearly swallowed her tongue as she saw the size and girth of his cock standing at attention. Cade wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it slowly.

“Wow!” popped out of her mouth before she could engage her brain. A rush of pleasure surged through her, heating her blood and ramping up her stuttering pulse beat.

Cade just grinned at her—that slow, fuck-me grin. “We’ll let you decide later who has the best one.” He lowered his voice. “But I bet I’ll win.”

Mark had come up behind her again and slid his warm hands around to her midriff, caressing the bare skin. His fingers were hot as a branding iron, scorching her skin every place they touched her.

“I think you have too many clothes on to go swimming.” His voice was a low thrum in her ear as his fingers unknotted her blouse then popped open the buttons one by one.

Cade stepped closer to her, his gaze travelling over her body. “Is that a belly button ring I see, Marti?” He reached out a finger and touched it. “A butterfly. Is that you, sugar? A butterfly? Flitting from place to place, never settling down?”

Her throat was so dry she could barely swallow. “That’s me. Haven’t found a good resting place yet.”

His fingertip circled round and round the furled flesh, brushing across the tiny butterfly before returning to her skin. “Maybe we can change your mind.” He bent for a moment and placed a hot kiss on her navel before straightening again.

“We’re definitely gonna try,” Mark added.

He slid her purse from her shoulder and dropped it on the nearby table before easing her blouse down her arms. But instead of removing it, he left it hanging at her wrists then tied it behind her, effectively binding her hands.

“That make you nervous?” he breathed in her ear. “That I’ve got your hands?”

“No,” she whispered, feeling his fingers dance along her ribcage to the front clasp of her bra.

Pop!
And it was open, the straps sliding down so the garment dangled behind her.

Cade moved his fingertip up from her navel to brush lightly against the tip of each breast. Electricity zinged right to the centre of her pussy, feeding the strum of desire beating there. Still stroking his cock with a slow movement, he pinched and tugged on each nipple in turn.

Marti sucked in a breath.

“Just look at these nipples.” His voice was thick with lust. “Such a pretty pink. So lickable. So suckable. Marti, you just take my breath away.”

With her hands restrained behind her back, Marti’s breasts protruded like an offering at a banquet. Cade stepped closer and bent his head to capture one nipple with his lips, pulling it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. Cream gushed into the crotch of her thong and her legs trembled. She hadn’t expected them to get into this the minute she’d arrived…but in a way she was glad. It eliminated the possibility of changing her mind and hightailing it out of here while they all did their preliminary sexual dance.

Mark’s hands slid down the curve of her tummy to find the snap and zipper of her shorts, sliding the metal down with tantalising slowness while Cade continued to suck at her nipples. One lean finger slid between the silk of her thong and her skin. Mark hummed with pleasure when he touched the twin lines of curls before dipping into the wet folds and finding her clit.

Marti leant back against Mark’s hard body for support, feeling the thick ridge of his erection pressing against her ass. Her gaze slid sideways to where Justin still hung at the edge of the pool. His gaze was fixed on the action in front of him and a flush of avid greed suffused his face.

“Hey!” he called. “When do I get to play?”

“Soon,” Cade told him. “Just let the water keep you cool.”

“She’s soaking wet, guy,” Mark said, stroking his finger up and down her slit. “Real juicy.”

“Is her clit hot?” Justin asked.

“Like a match.” He rubbed his finger back and forth over it and Marti whimpered as pleasure streaked through her again. “Oh, yeah, hot. And real responsive.” He bit the lobe of her ear. “Marti, you are one little treasure, you know that?”

She couldn’t do anything more than nod her head, between Cade tormenting her nipples and Mark manipulating her cunt. Cade was close enough now that the head of his erection bumped her tummy, the little bead of fluid at the top a slick streak on her skin.

“Let’s get her shorts off,” he growled.

“You’ll have to do it,” Mark pointed out. “My hands are busy.”

Marti had closed her eyes to enhance the feel of arousal rushing through her body, so she felt rather than saw Cade move away from her. Then his large hands were sliding her shorts and thong down her legs to her ankles. He must have stooped down because she felt his hands on her ankles, lifting each foot one at a time to pull her clothing away. His hands stroked up the length of her legs, caressing her thighs with a whisper of touch, until his hands met Mark’s at the heat of her pussy.

Two sets of fingers probed at her swollen labia, opening her wide. Marti jumped when she felt the flat glide of a tongue up the length of her slit to swirl at her pulsating clit.

“Easy, honey,” Mark said. “We’ve got you.”

Fingers lightly pinched her cunt lips and she knew at once they were his. Just as she knew the tongue tormenting her so cleverly was Cade’s. In some remote corner of her mind she wondered just how much longer Justin would be content to be a bystander. But then Cade’s teeth closed lightly over her heated nub and she didn’t care about anything other than easing the need crawling through her. Quenching the fire racing through her and cooling her heated vaginal channel. She didn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused, this quickly.

Oh, wait! Maybe during the time she’d lived with Chuck and Don. But then they’d turned on her and…

No! Don’t go there. Just relax and enjoy.

And so she let herself sink into the erotic fog surrounding her, her body being roused into overdrive by the wicked hands probing her everywhere.

“Open your eyes, Marti.” Cade’s low voice. “Look down.”

She forced her eyelids up and lowered her gaze. Mark was bracing her against his body with his arms while his lean fingers still held the lips of her pussy open. Cade was stroking his cock with his hand, pressing the dark purple head against her sensitive clit. As she watched, another bead of fluid formed—a thick white pearl—and dropped onto the point of her clit. The image was so arousing she almost came just from looking at it.

“How does she feel inside?” Justin called. “She looks damn hot from here.”

Marti turned her head at the sound of his voice and saw that he was now standing up in the shallow end of the pool, holding his cock in the same way that Cade was. Stroking it with the same slow glide of his hand. Just as he had earlier watched with heat and hunger from the edge of the pool, now his eyes were fastened on the tableau of the three bodies at the edge of the pool.

Cade shifted to slide two fingers inside her, curving them so he could find
that
spot behind her clit and press on it. Marti jerked again, her legs trembling as fire heated her and the thrum of passion raced through her. If not for Mark holding her, she definitely would have collapsed to the deck of the pool.

“She feels wet and juicy,” Cade rumbled. “All liquid silk inside. So soft and smooth I think I could come just from sliding my fingers in and out.”

“Well, let’s make
her
come,” Justin told him. “Let’s get the party started. But bring her over here so I’ve got a better view.”

Cade backed off and pulled a heavily padded chaise longue to the edge of the pool. Mark lifted her, arms still bound behind her, and carried her over to the chaise. He sat on the edge—legs together, his cocked pressed firmly into the crease of Marti’s ass—and draped her legs on either side of his. She was effectively spread wide open, a sight that Justin took in with avid interest.

“My turn to touch?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” Cade told him. He was standing beside the chaise, holding his cock and rubbing it against Marti’s breast.

“Watch me, Marti,” Justin commanded.

She looked down to see him reach up from the water and rub one finger back and forth over her clit, sending electrified sensations jolting through her. A soft moan whispered from her lips.

“I think she’s close to ready.”

She was definitely close to ready. Just the thought of three sexy alpha males naked with her, arousing her, talking about her the way they did, was almost enough to make her come without any further urging. This was the kind of sex Marti loved, the kind she had trouble finding with the right people.

Stop! Quit thinking about that. Enjoy this!

So she leant back against Mark’s muscular body, cradled in his arms, loving the feel of him, of his fingers teasing her cunt. Of his breath warm against her cheek. His tongue tracing the line of his jaw. With her arms still bound behind her, she had no place to put her hands so she rested them on Mark’s cock, feeling its length through the towel.

”Holy shit,” he ground out. “Easy, Marti. I’m saving myself for later.”

But she just made a little humming sound in her throat and kept her fingers lightly wrapped around him. Anchoring herself on the hot shaft.

“Marti?”

Cade—beside her. She looked first at him, seeing the desire etched clearly on his face as he rubbed his cock against her breast and her nipple. And then at Justin, staring intently at her as he probed her channel with two then three fingers. Was she ready? Oh, yes, definitely.

“I am,” she breathed, barely able to get the words out.

“Did you say something, sugar?” Mark murmured in her ear.

“I think she said she’s ready,” Cade told him. “I fucking know I am.” He reached down to cup his balls and squeezed them, increasing the tempo of his other hand on his shaft.

“All right then,” Mark answered.

The next few moments were a sensual blur for Marti. Mark’s fingers worked her clit furiously, while Justin slid three fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and Cade increased the glide of his hand on his erection. Justin leant forward, slid his tongue across her tummy and placed a hot kiss on her navel, right where the little ring glinted in the sunlight.