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She edged over her own sharp precipice, then sank, boneless
against his chest.

Harry stroked her back, then whispered, “Jed needs you,
darlin’.”

She pushed up in a haze of bliss, eager and oh so hungry
still. Harry smiled, smoothing her hair from her cheeks.

She gazed at Jed, beckoning him with her fingers. “Come
here, sweetie. I can’t wait to put my lips around your cock.”

* * * * *

Jed pulled her forward. “Hold her for me, Harry.”

His brother lifted her as though she weighed nothing and
turned her to rest her back against his chest. With his hands going to her
pussy, he bit her ear. “Let me open you up, darlin’, get you cookin’. Will?
Come on, buddy, your turn to feast.”

She wiggled, out of her mind with starvation for all three
men. “Hurry too.”

They each chuckled, the laughter guttural and raw.

Will positioned himself between her legs and gave her a lopsided
grin. “Never had this pussy before, so I’m gonna gobble you up.”

But Cara’s attention zoomed to the thick helmet of Jed’s
cock positioned right in front of her lips. She had loved sucking him the first
time they’d made love. Adored the way he let her have him without reservation.
Doing for a man, milking his cock this way, had been such a turn-on to her and
she rocketed into a new freedom that she could do it with him. Ask it of him.
Get it from him.

Her tongue darted out to lick his slit. Dripping pre-cum for
her, he shook, his body rigid with need. He sank his hand into her hair and
demanded, “More.”

Winking up at him, she locked gazes and then put her lips
around his tip. She kissed him and sucked him, his groan affirmation that she
could do him right. Harry shifted, his hands supporting her, teasing her
nipples, but she could tell he watched her mouth and what she did to his
brother. Beneath her ass, she felt the fire of his cock rising like an iron
rod.

She shivered as Will yanked her thighs wider, his fingers on
her sensitive, swollen and well-loved pussy. Spreading her open, he settled
between her thighs and dipped his tongue inside her channel so far—god!—so far
she writhed as he tongued her and drank her juice with sultry slurps.

Jed’s cock bumped her cheek and in response, she struggled
to free one of her hands to hold him at the root. “Come closer, sweetie. I need
you all the way down my throat.”

He nudged nearer and she took as much of him as she could
into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his circumference, laving the
delicate skin and defining the veins. She took him farther inside her,
marveling at her own abilities, proud of her capability. Her hand shifted,
cupping one of his balls, tight and ready to deliver.

Urging him gently forward, not even knowing if she could
reach him, she whimpered to take one of his nuts in her mouth. Success brought
a bawdy curse from Jed’s lips. She sensed he fought for control, but she didn’t
want him to have any. She wanted him to surrender to her, something she had
never had from a man, a wild thing she craved and fought now to get from Jed.

As if he knew, as if he understood in some carnal way, he
shoved his cock forward into the cavern of her mouth. And while Will plumped up
her pussy lips and sucked on her clit so fast and hard until her hips pumped
into his mouth, and while Harry twisted her nipples until her areolas ached
with painful lust, she took Jed’s long cock over and over until he stilled,
shook and shot his cum down her throat.

Seeing him through a fog of triumph, Cara licked her lips.
When he leaned down to kiss her mouth, he was lavish and tender with praise.

Harry drilled his nails into her nipples.

Will bit her clit and she screamed.

Her cunt throbbing, she broke apart. Will shifted. Jed held
one of her thighs while Will snapped on new latex and rammed right up inside
her.

“Sweet thing,” he called her as he shot forward over and
over again, “you can come again and again.”

She moaned in agreement and wonder.

“I know,” Harry told them as he caressed her breasts and let
the pressure build inside her to orgasm again, “we have ourselves the right
woman.”

Jed dipped his fingers inside her pussy as Will retreated.
The stretch drove her right out of her senses and she yelled at them to fuck
her please, fast, hard,
now
.

“You got it,” Will gruffed, lifted her ass up onto his
thighs and did everything she asked. As soon as his giant cock shot up inside
her, the throes of her climax shuddered through her as if a volcano had erupted
inside her. She let the explosion take her up, rip her open and consume her.
Nothing left of her earthly self, she drifted down, down, down and lay back,
cuddled into Harry and slept.

When she awoke, she moved slowly, sated with lazy delight.
Her bones mush, her muscles cotton candy, she tried to stroke Harry’s cheek.
Her arm flopped as if she were a wraith in some slow-motion movie. To say she
felt as if the house had fallen on her was mild. When she pushed herself up on
one elbow, she understood that making love to three hunky guys had drained her
totally. But looking at them in their slumber, she noted they were just as
sapped of strength.

And the way they were spread all over her body could be
another reason she felt like lead. Pressing her labia together, she reveled in
her exhaustion. Who could have thought she’d welcome three men making love to
her? At once. And in such lovely circumstances.

She swallowed hard. And damn if she didn’t want them again.
But not without availing herself of that splendid bathroom.

“Where you going, sweet thing?” Will, who had been draped
over her legs, caught her by the ankle.

“Shower,” she got out, her voice husky, her throat sore from
working Jed’s cock. “Come with me?”

Jed and Harry pushed up.

Will got to his feet and offered her his hand.

When she tried to stand and swayed, he caught her. “Whoa,
let me help you.”

Arms around his neck, she pecked him on the cheek. “You’ll
wash me too.”

“At your service.”

She turned to the other two men, “Coming? I need you.”

Will strode in to the center of the beautiful walk-in shower
with her in his arms. The water from all the jets turned on as he passed. The
spray was warm, insistent, soothing to her body from throat to breasts, to her
pussy and ass. She hung against Will as he let her feet slide down.

“I’ll get better at this, I promise,” she told him.

“I know you will.” He backed her to the cool travertine
tile. His attention went to the ceiling, his fingers circling her wrists and
dragging her arms up until she felt metal bracelets on her skin. And a click.

Her gaze shot upward. She was cuffed to the ceiling.

“What do you think?” he asked, his huge hands cupping her
breasts, thumbing her nipples. “Too sore to let me fuck you?”

“No.” She lifted her leg to draw him to her. “I think I’m
addicted.”

He chuckled and bent to suck her breasts into his hot mouth.
Behind him, Jed slapped a condom in his hand. Harry, beside her now, ran a hand
down her back and to her shock, massaged her asshole with slippery, sensitive
fingers.

“Never had a man here, have you?” he asked, his lips on her
ear.

“You’ll be first,” she told him, wiggling as the tip of one
finger invaded her ass and slipped out again. “Will it hurt?”

Harry kissed her cheek. “No, darlin’. We’ll take it nice and
slow.”

Will shifted his weight, spread her thighs and drove right
up inside her pussy.

Her head fell back in shock. She was sore, but so far gone
with need that it didn’t matter to her as much as the union she craved. As he
fucked her, his cock stroking her to whimpering glee, Harry kept tapping her
tiny hole. And when she gasped and Will groaned that he was ready to come,
Harry thrust his finger inside her and her climax rippled through her like warm
water over her muscles.

Harry unsnapped her cuffs and Will carried her out of the
shower.

Jed sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, taking her tenderly
from Will to wrap her in a heated towel and rub her body dry.

A mass of jelly, she hung in Jed’s arms.

“Come to bed now, baby. Time to rest.” He stood up with her
in his embrace and strode to the bedroom. Putting her in the center of the
mattress, he covered her with nubby blankets and crawled up beside her.

The last thing she understood was that Harry and Will said
good night and only Jed joined her in the big broad bed.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, sunshine streamed through the skylights
above her. She stretched, expecting one of her lovers to be here with her.

Alone?

She rose up on an elbow, glancing around the room. Aside
from the fact that she was naked beneath the comfy blankets, the only vestiges
of last night’s exquisite erotic experience were the bright red sheets.

She inhaled, a mix of emotions rioting in her brain. Had
that sensuous woman here with these three men really been her? She’d never
known such passion, never displayed such ownership of any man, certainly not
three and not at one time. Nor had she ever expected that a man could want her
so rabidly, so dearly. And certainly not three and not at any one time.

Fantasy?

She moved her thighs and felt the pangs of last night’s
exertions.
No dream, Cara.
Vivid images of what she’d done. Said. What
they had said and done to her, for her. If this was real life, she was
insatiable for more of it.

She shoved back her blankets and this time, recalling her
weakness last night when she had left this bed, she put her feet to the floor
gingerly. The tufted wool between her toes felt like verdant grass. The air,
refreshing. The light from above, reassuring that the world outside did still
exist and this universe here inside these walls with these three men was a
reality she craved to embrace and cultivate.

In the shower, she took her time. Her body showed the signs
of her escapades. Her throat was sore. She grinned at the memory of sucking
Jed, an accomplishment she was so proud of. Her breasts bore red marks, but no
bruises. Her lovers had treated her to their lips and teeth, their careful
hands. But oh, her pussy was the happiest little part of her this morning.

She fingered herself, her cunt molten liquid still,
sensitive and swollen, and her clit virtually pulsed with delight the second
she tapped it. Suddenly, the urge to climax clutched her and in reflex, she
dropped her hands to her sides to let the water rush over her. If she wanted to
come, she had three men happy to oblige her.

Quickly she shampooed and finished her ablutions. All the
while she listed the items she must discuss with them. Although she now
understood they intended to be her lovers—her tender lovers—she needed to draw
boundaries around time and place and frequency. She was no idle woman. No
carefree female with nothing else to do but lounge her life away in the arms of
three lusty men.

She was no idiot either, and the cuffs she’d discovered last
night most likely were not the last of the implements to be used with them.
Never had she forgotten the box of black leather goods that had brought her to
the Rocking M in the first place.

Secure in her plan, she headed for her bedroom and her
overnight bag. Inside, she had another set of undies she would treat her men
to, if they wished. But she hoped what they might all four do for a while was
talk.

Jed poured himself another cup of coffee and eyed the door
to the bathroom. “The shower’s off. I think she’s finished. Ready for this?”

Harry nodded at him, scrambling eggs in a bowl. “We have to
make sure she understands what we want. Where we need this to go.”

Will strolled in, his hair wet from his own shower, and
inhaled the aroma of the sausage frying on the stove. He’d been out since six
o’clock to check the salt licks and the feed stalls. “She needs time to absorb
what happened last night. I’m in no rush. I’d rather romance her and up our
chances that we can keep her.”

“I’m with you,” Harry said with a scowl at Will, “but using
the cuffs last night was not on the agenda.”

Will looked sheepish but defended himself. “She didn’t
freeze up on me.”

“Right.” Jed had to agree. “Didn’t look that way.”

“And she surely did like you fingering her ass,” Will told
Harry, eyes wide. “Another little item we didn’t plan for last night.”

“I know,” Harry admitted. “I can’t fault you when I got
carried away myself.”

“Hey, guys!” Will blurted. “We’ll be more careful next
time.”

Jed grumbled. “Hope to god there is one.”

“You worry too much,” Will told him and took his coffee to
the kitchen table.

“What are you worried about?” Cara asked, her voice a soft
rasp as she appeared in the doorway from the bath.

Jed nearly swallowed his teeth at the sight of her. She wore
a thin white cotton t-shirt that bared her abs and a pair of lounge pants,
brushed cotton, that sat low on her hipbones. Jed could tell that beneath the
shirt, she had on some sort of small bra that cupped her nipples and let them
hang out just-so over the edge. His cock twitched. His mouth watered. He wanted
to taste those breasts, all right. He took a drink of his coffee instead of
making a damn gorilla of himself.

His brothers looked no more in control of themselves at the
sight of her.

Will’s eyes narrowed on her.

Harry paused, mid-stir of his eggs in the frying pan. “Hey,
darlin’.”

“How’d you sleep?” Jed walked toward her, slow and easy as
if it were a regular occurrence to have her here for breakfast.

She beamed at him, her pretty pink mouth wide with delight.
“Like the dead.”

He choked in laughter. “We would have preferred you to say
something else.”

“Yeah, well.” She rolled a shoulder and took a step toward
him to buss him on the cheek. “Like what? That I’m well-rested? Hungry? Happy?”

“Sure. Just like that.” He took his due, then watched her
give Will and Harry smackers on their cheeks.
Was
she happy? Content?
What
is the deal here, Cara, baby? We need to know.

“Can I have coffee?” She peered over Harry’s arm, grinned at
his eggs and sausage. “And god, am I starving.”

Will stood up and pulled out a chair for her. “Come sit.
I’ll get your coffee for you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at him. “I need it before we talk.”

Jed froze, expecting she’d bitch about the cuffs. “Best to
get started.”

She crossed one leg over the other, looking a bit too
purposeful to be relaxed. Her breasts bobbed beneath the skinny tee.

Jed wished he could rearrange his cock in his jeans. She
made him hard just sitting here, for god’s sakes. What to say to her? Thinking
too much, he rolled his tongue around his mouth. “We hoped you had as good a
time last night as we did.”

She absolutely beamed at him. “I did. Oh. I. Really. Did.”

“Yeah?” Will set her mug in front of her, then sat next to
her. Leaning back in his chair, he began to massage her shoulder. “We gave you
quite a workout, sweet thing.”

She seemed to test the tension in her arms and legs. “I can
feel it in every cell.”

“If that was too much,” Jed began, “then—”

“Might have been,” she allowed.

Harry came to stand beside Jed. “We can be better.”

“We were eager,” Will pointed out.

“As teenagers,” Jed added.

“Yes,” she seemed to savor the word. “And I loved it.”

“You did?” Will asked, as if he always knew it was true.

“And I think if we’re going to be together again, I need to
prepare.”

“Prepare?” Jed and Harry asked in unison.

Cara licked her lips, the look on her oval face pure wicked
woman. “I need to get back to my jogging. For endurance.”

“Yeah, right,” Jed chuckled, relief coursing through his
body. “That would help all of us.”

“Ya think?” She rolled her eyes at him and they all got a
big laugh out of that one. Then she brushed the fabric of her pants and picked
off imaginary lint. “I thought too, I might do a bit of weight training.”

“Sure ’nuf,” Will added. “We have a good set in our workout
room.”

Jed shot him a warning glance, while Harry outright scowled
at him.

“Don’t mind him, Cara,” Jed bit off.

“I’d like to use your weights,” she told them.

Jed groaned inside. “What the hell, why not?” he shrugged,
giving up on trying to orchestrate this love affair with her. Too damn many
brothers involved to keep order.

“Where is your weight room?” she asked. “I haven’t seen it.”

“There’s a lot to the ranch you haven’t seen, baby,” Jed
told her to cover their tracks. The weight room was beyond the men’s bedroom
corridor and attached to their dungeon. Cara would see it when she was good and
ready for it. If that took weeks or months, so be it. “For now, let’s eat our
breakfast.”

“Nothing strenuous for me today,” she told them, watching
each man react and exhaling as each brother nodded in agreement.

Jed noted how she rubbed her wrists where she’d been
shackled to the shower ceiling. “You can start your jogging tomorrow.
Definitely not today. How about a movie after breakfast?”

“I brought one, in fact.”

Harry groaned. “Zombies? Spies? Things that blow up every
two minutes?”

“None of that. You’ll like it. Promise.”

“Uh-oh.” Will made an ugly face. “I feel a chick flick
attack comin’ on.”

“Stop that. It won awards for everything. Plus, I brought
popcorn,” she added, as bright as a teenage girl on her first wild date.

“That’s what we’ve been missing.” Jed snapped his fingers.
“Someone with good taste to choose our movies.”

“Maybe,” she taunted them, “someone who brings good popcorn.
Okay, so we’ll watch it,” she said. “Then I have got to run home.”

“But you are coming back,” Jed told her.

“Am I?”

He nodded.

“Goody.” She grinned. “Next weekend sound okay?”

“Perfect.” Jed told her. The world was right for now.

“Before you go, we have presents for you,” Harry told her as
he served her a plate of food.

“Oh come on, fellas. I don’t need anything.”

Will took a drink of his coffee. “We like these for you.
You’ll have them. Use them.”

“If you like them,” Jed rushed in to add the conditional to
Will’s statement, “please use them.”

“What are they?”

Jed’s mouth went dry.

Will and Harry focused on her face, and then as if drawn by
magnets to her nipples and her crotch, they blinked and cleared their throats.

Cara was laughing. “Now I cannot eat until you show me what
you have!”

Harry and Will rose as though someone had put buckshot in
their chairs.

Jed shook his head, trying to ameliorate the situation. “We
can wait.”

She got to her feet. “I can’t.”

Jed winced. “Baby, I don ‘t think we should show you these—”

“Oh come on, sweetie,” she urged him, her arm through his,
her nipple rubbing his upper arm. “You can show me, can’t you?”

“But we won’t touch you,” Jed declared and gained forbidding
looks from his brothers.

“Good. I’m not capable of surviving that without a
meltdown.”

“No worries,” he promised to the polite echo of Harry.

But Will stood and said, “Take your clothes off.”

His tone swept over her like a sweet, warm wave of
temptation. Her body tingled with expectation, the surprise of gifts a rare
joy. Yet Will’s voice invoked a question in her mind. Could she trust him not
to touch her?

Teasing apart what she knew of him, she swirled her top over
her head and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts swelled at their exposure.
Her nipples beaded, spilling up and over the edge of her lacey French demi-bra.
At the men’s gasps of appreciation at the sight, Cara unhooked her bra. Her
nipples tingled in excitement. Then she slipped her fingers to her soft cotton
pants, pulled the string and let them puddle at her bare feet. Her panties,
white and transparent, were a thin boundary. They too swiftly met the floor.

Naked, she stood as the three MacRaes circled round her like
animals on the prowl. She shook her hair over her shoulders, the ends curling
over her hungry breasts. She stared at each man as he passed before her, her
feet planted in a stance she would call warrior queen.

That they did not touch her aching nipples or her flooding
pussy was a miracle and a mistake. Once stripped of every scrap of cloth, the
music that sang through her body was the need to be touched and petted and
claimed and loved by them. Yet she bit her lips, pressed her pounding labia
together and let them look and admire. Let them tell her what to do.

Harry took from his pocket two silver clips in the shape of
tiny birds. “For your nipples.”

“Clamps?” she asked, astonished, breathless. Other women got
jewelry. Why not receive delicate birds for her breasts?

“Wear them when you think of me.” He winked at her then
crossed his arms. “Put them on.”

Gulping at the thrill of self-stimulation, she preened when
Jed and Will grinned at her. She clipped them on, her eyes closing at the
delicious pinch of the clamps. What could Jed and Will give her?

Will pulled something small from his jeans pocket, rolled it
between two giant palms and put a hot black bullet in her hand. “For your ass.”

She stared at him, shaking her head. “But I don’t know how
to use this.”

He lifted his palms in the air. “Yes, you do. Use it this
week. I have bigger ones for you, when you’re ready. And trust me, you will
want to be ready.”

For your massive cock? In my ass? Yes.
In my
mouth? Absolutely!
She shivered in delighted anticipation, her throat
swallowing over and over to learn the last gift. “Jed?”

“This piece is from me.” He took from the lower shelf of a
kitchen cabinet a black leather belt, or so it appeared to be. Yet it was delicately
braided, and as he draped it around her hips, his fingers barely touching her
skin, his eyes only on his task, Cara felt how supple the leather was. Jed
hooked it in the back, dragged it just to the points of her hipbones and then
brought from his jeans pocket a silver chain. The oddest looking piece, the
silver appeared to be a thong with two chains that Jed secured over her mound
and under her labia.