Green Broke Woman (13 page)

Her heart galloped like a stampede of wild
horses in her chest. They all wanted her as their wife. They wanted to share
her. How did they want to share her?
Separately?
Together?
Both?

“You're awful quiet in there. What are you
thinking?”

Kayla gulped, noticing the way her fingers
shook and her body warmed with a subtle tingle of excitement. She felt
something beyond numbness and pain. The fear was ever-present, but she felt
aroused—something she hadn't felt in months, the last time being when she
sucked Virgil Paisley off in his truck. That was the last time she’d seen him.
He still wandered through her mind sometimes, and she missed him.

How the hell could she love him, the three
Langley brothers, and that marvelous bastard Master Hugh who left her?

“I don't know.” She wanted to cry but
couldn't. Even when she'd heard the terrible news about her dad her soul had
shattered, but the tears hadn't come right away.

Beck Hammond had taught her not to feel,
though not intentionally. Shock had numbed her to the trauma her mind and body
couldn't cope with. Eventually she had just shut down completely. She'd stopped
fighting to avoid the brutality the barbarians dished out whenever she went
against them. She'd stopped crying, stopped feeling.

It was only through orgasm that tears were
triggered, droplets of shame and emotional release. It had stunned the hell out
of her that she'd broken down and cried in front of Travis yesterday when he
told her that he and his brothers had waited for her. It was
a
dream come
true. When he'd held her in his arms and kissed her, she'd
known she was really home and that someday he would help her feel again.

“Well, what do you think of being shared by
the three of us?” Travis wanted to know.

Her throat went dry, and steady warmth pooled
in her belly. “It sounds nice ... and overwhelming.”

“We would take it slow with you. That and we
have no experience with sharing, so it'll be something new for all of us.”

Her pulse went erratic. “Do you mean
individually or together?”

The pause was maddening. “Well, both if you're
interested. We're not fools. We know a lot of women fantasize about being with
more than one man at once, and we want to give that to you. That and you said
you loved us and wanted all of us. Is that still true?”

If she said no, she could escape the mounting
fright the provocative images sparked in her mind. But then she'd never have
the chance to make love to her sweethearts. Would they still take her if she
didn't agree to share or indulge in their chocolate sexual preferences?

“It's true,” she said quietly. “I'd rather
start off individually, though, and then try the other.”

“That's fine. Now it's my turn to ask the
questions.”

Oh, great. Here it comes.

“What happened to you in California?”

Her eyes clamped shut, unwilling to open. “I
don't want to talk about it.”

“Kayla, you can't keep something like that
locked up inside you forever. It'll eat you alive.”

“Travis, I'm fine. I made a few mistakes.
It's no big deal. You act like I was raped.” Maybe she could convince him
otherwise and he'd quit hounding her.

The seat creaked, and she knew he stood,
drawing closer to the shower curtain. “I know you were.”

Kayla froze, heart beating like a drum in a
heavy metal rock song.

“I'm going to come in there, Kayla, but I'm
walking in backward with my eyes closed. I won't look at you or touch you. I'll
even leave my clothes on. I just want to hold your hand with my back to you
while you tell me what happened.”

Of all the delicious terror.
She wanted to cling to him and feel him
driving deep inside of her, but damn it, that scared the shit out of her.

“Are you okay with that, or do you need me to
stay out here because you were raped?”

Her jaw clenched. Manipulative twit, he was a
clever one, but she could play his game with equal finesse. “Come right on in.
I told you I wasn't.”

A cool draft blew on her, and her nipples
beaded as the curtain was drawn back just enough for him to step into the tub
barefoot, still wearing his boot-cut jeans and black T-shirt. He closed the
curtain, keeping his back to her and his eyes shut as promised. Travis Langley
was a man of his word. She'd always admired that about him.

“Travis, your clothes are going to get
soaked.”

“I don't care.” He felt the air until he
found her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Talk to me,
darlin
'.
What happened to you?”

“Not a thing.”

“That's not
gonna
work, girl. I grew up with you. I know when you're lying to me.”

Well, crappers.

“Well, maybe this will convince you.”

She gave his clearly interested groin a hard
squeeze. The veiled anger that motivated the vigorous pressure surprised her.
She'd viewed herself as a victim and a stupid girl for having allowed
herself
to become one. It hadn't occurred to her until just
now that she was angry to the point of bitterness. They had taken everything
from her, and she had nothing left to give the cowboys who deserved her all.

Travis moaned, failing at what seemed like
some kind of pathetic attempt to stifle it. “Damn, girl. Cut that out. You're
not getting out of this.”

“Neither are you.” She tugged on his arm, and
he shifted on his feet as she worked open his pants with angry fingers. “Does
this feel like something a victim would do, Travis?”

She yanked his wet jeans and boxers down with
one rough motion, forcing them down his legs as they fought her to cling to
him. He seemed only too eager to step out of them and kicked them aside. Her
stomach knotted when he rolled up the partially damp T-shirt over his head and
chucked it.

His eyes remained closed, but lord, what a
beaut. Her lips opened, but no words came out. His stocky frame had a nice
mixture of padding from love of food mixed with pleasing muscle. He wasn't
overdone on either spectrum.

His dark chest hair called to her itching
fingers like a male siren intent on ruining her. In some ways he already had.
He'd spoiled her for anyone else. Well, minus four exceptions, of course.

“Can I open my eyes, cricket?” he asked, tone
becoming husky with lust.

Her fingers smoothed over the dark hair on
his chest that was getting matted down by the shower head pelting him with
water. His hard cock rode high and bulged with intimidating thickness. It was
breathtaking, though she cringed at the thought of that angry beast plowing
inside her like a meat-head. Somehow she knew he'd take his time with her and
be gentle. He would undoubtedly give her plenty of orgasms to relax and prime
her.

Her blood ran cold when she realized he'd
never stop trying to make her climax. Would she be able to come without shame
ever again? Could the tears of regret and humiliation really ever be held back
when a man put his hands and mouth on her?

Master Hugh had shown her the paradise of
sex.

Beck and the other bastards had shown her the
perdition of it.

“Yes, Travis.” She swallowed down her fear,
trying to act tough. “You can open your eyes.”

He would see her naked. Would he like what he
saw? Maybe she should keep him from seeing the entirety of her extra pounds.
She wasn't too overweight, but enough to make her self-conscious. In clothes
she had plenty of confidence, though. Too bad they couldn't fuck while she left
her clothes on. She'd be an unstoppable tigress then.

Travis opened his eyes, breath hitching when
he took in her unveiled, wet body beneath the hot spray.

“My God, Kayla.”

She sucked in her gut, pleased that he didn't
seem aware that she did so as Master Hugh once had. The thought of him leaving
her still depressed the crap out of her. She couldn't think about him right
now. It would hurt too much. Nothing must ruin this moment with Travis.

He swept over her body with a look of silent
admiration and desire. She felt strangely beautiful under such a look from him
and almost ... priceless. It choked her up a bit.

How could he make her feel when pain and
pleasure from outside sources left her numb now? Somehow he managed to breach
through her defenses and make her feel again, though she wasn't sure if she
wanted to. Feeling would mean she had to face the harrowing realities of her
history. That was unthinkable. It was easier to be numb and simply exist. Darn
Travis for trying to make her feel again.

He stepped closer, astonishing her to the
core at her inaction when he put his hands on her. Warmth penetrated the layer
of numbness, though it didn't abolish it completely. The tender kiss helped,
except for the part where she couldn't see his face. She forced her eyes open
trying to remain calm and remind herself it was him.

His rigid dick brushed against her tummy,
making her flinch. The flaming shaft felt decadent sizzling against her bare
skin, but it freaked her out a bit. He cupped her buttocks firmly, one in each
hand and simultaneously pulled her into his body as he pressed his cock against
her belly. The organ hardened and bloated as it cradled snugly between them. He
deepened the kiss, and his tongue became more aggressive as it humped hers with
startling enthusiasm.

At least I distracted him, but
what if he wants to stick this king size pecker in me? Ouch. Not happening.
Bigger isn't better. It just hurts worse.

She tried to crowd out the flashbacks, but
even with her eyes open she couldn't take in all of Travis's face while he
mauled her mouth. His dick ground against her stomach, and she heard Beck's voice
in her head.

Kayla took a step back, trying to get Travis's
cock off her belly. It felt sinful and yummy against her wet flesh, but it
sparked too many unpleasant memories of other men. His right hand moved to the
front of her, and one of his fingers dipped into her cleft to touch her
clitoris.

She broke the kiss, relieved when he let go
of her, looking surprised and concerned.

“Kayla, what happened?” he asked in a serious
tone.

Her body language betrayed too much.
Time to bring out that might-have-been actress.
She put on a
coquettish smile and batted her lashes at him in a flirty manner. “I want your
cock in my mouth.”

Before he could reproach her for the attempt
at distraction, she was on her knees, sucking his dick with a hard suction that
left him swearing and moaning loudly. He panted and pushed into her doting palm
as she squished and rolled his heavy balls.

She pulled off his meat and put on a facade
of confidence. “Would I love all over you like this if I got hurt in the past?”

“It's just last night you acted—”

She went down on him again, feeling out of her
element to be taking control. The concept of relinquishing it seemed new to him
as well.

“We're still talking later,” he ground out as
he massaged her shoulders. “You can't get out of it. I don't care how good you
are at this. Oh lord, yes! I'm not
gonna
forget.”

“There's nothing to talk about.”

She suctioned him as far as she could, although
deep-throating was something she had no experience with and frankly, no desire
to learn. His salty essence leaked onto her tongue, engaging her taste buds and
treating them to a lascivious snack. He came quicker than she would have thought,
and she mentally patted herself on the back for apparently blowing his mind. He
shot his spunk into her throat, and she went ahead and swallowed it. Why not?

His knees shook as he braced himself on her
shoulders, bearing down on her and holding her in place until he was ready to
let her up. The dominant gesture triggered long lost urges and made her miss
her old Master even more. Some part of her still felt drawn to BDSM, but the
flashbacks of pain and abuse from other men made her oust that thought fast.

Travis pulled his cock out and studied her
curiously, seeming aroused by the sight of her on her knees in front of him.

“Stand up, Kayla,” he said in a quiet tone
that sounded like an order.

She involuntarily rose to her feet, quivering
when he put his big hands on her and backed her into the wall so she couldn't
escape from him.

“I want to touch you this time, Kayla.” He
ran his palm over her drenched hair.
“Unless you can give me
a reason not to.”

She shrugged with faux indifference. “Nope, touch
away.”

Tremors of want rippled through her when he
ran his hands all over her body. She pulled him into a slow, meaningful kiss to
keep him from seeing the nervousness in her eyes. His hands cupped and kneaded
her full breasts, seeming delighted by them. Well, good. His hands on her were
beyond wonderful.

His right hand journeyed lower in a nonthreatening
slither that concerned her. She knew where that mischievous hand would end up.
She jumped and tore herself from the kiss, needing to see his face. It was
Travis touching her. Thank God.