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Chapter Fifteen

She got as far as the kitchen counter and halted. Hands to
the cool granite, she squeezed her eyes shut and listened to her body.

She throbbed with need to return. She wanted them. All of
them. Each of them. Not just for the good, hard loving. But for the way they
had cared enough about her to prepare for her. To learn about her. To adjust
their lifestyle, wrought up in leather and chains as it was, to her. To teach
her. Slowly.

How could she leave them? How could she refuse the wonderful
gift of three men who cared so much that—

She caught her breath.

One hand covered her mouth.

Say it, Cara.

How could she refuse the wonderful gift of three men who
cared so much that she now
loved them
? Loved them for their care of her,
their regard. Reveled in their humor and their devotion to her and to each
other.

Standing upright, shaking her hair down her back, she filled
with a new pride in herself that she could attract three such passionate men.
Her heart bubbled over with a new joy in life. A knowledge too, that these
three men were ones she could not live without. And she turned.

There they stood. Side by side. Her three tall, dark,
powerful lovers. Anxious, full of foreboding that she was leaving them.

“Can we go back in there?” She nodded down the hall, hope in
her heart that she had not destroyed her finest chance at happiness.

Each man made a gruff sound of wariness.

“Know this. If you come with us now,” Jed told her, his
voice a hollow wreck, “you’ll never leave us again.”

“You’ll come to live here,” Harry added.

“You’ll belong to us,” Will declared.

“Out there,” she had to demand this one thing, inclining her
head toward the front door and the rest of the world beyond it, “I’ll be my own
woman. My own boss. No interference from any of you. No hint that here—
in
there
—I am totally yours.”

“No question,” Jed confirmed.

“Ours,” Harry stated.

“To have and to hold,” Will told her.

Her head spun at the old-fashioned words. “You mean—?”

“You’ll marry us,” Will said.

“Ohhh.” She grabbed a breath, knowing this declaration was
their proposal. “I will. I definitely will! I’m not sure how,” she blurted, her
heart hammering with the crazy idea. “How could I be Mrs. MacRae three times
over?”

The four of them chuckled then.

“Leave it to us,” said one.

“We’ve got a preacher lined up,” offered another.

“We’ve a mind to have babies too, you know,” Will told her.

“Is
that
right?” She was so tickled, her breasts
tingled at the idea of a baby to suckle there. Heading toward their notorious
room, she bussed each man on the cheek as she passed him. “Oh I
do
want
children. Lots of them.”

“Us too, darlin’,” Harry said. “And each one will have three
daddies. We’ll love ’em ’til they have to ride out of here at eighteen just to
escape the bear hugs.”

She laughed, aglow with expectation in her glorious new
future.

“What’s your pleasure, ma’am?” Will asked as she reached the
door, her hand on the knob and paused.

“Tonight?” She examined each of their handsome, eager faces.
“Isn’t it against the rules that the sub gets to choose?”

Will, who she knew by now was the master of this MacRae
dungeon, strolled up to her. In a flash, he unclamped her butterflies and
unhooked her pussy chain. Her entire body zinged with intoxicating desire. He
could not touch her fast enough, fuck her hard enough. She made needy sounds
and he grinned, delighted at her appetite. He ran two hands down the hard
points of her breasts and over her ass to tap her tiny hole. “To break you in,
we’ll waive the rules for a while. Don’t want you to freak. Tell me what is it
you want right now.”

She rose up on her toes to brush her lips on his warm ones.
“I want you all. Jed in my cunt. Harry in my ass. You in my mouth. Can we?
Please?”

“Sir,” he demanded as he caught a fistful of her hair and
tugged it so that her throat was exposed to his nipping caresses.

“Sir, please will you all have me at once?” she asked, her
hope for such a treat a frantic little animal scampering inside her mind.

Will worked her asshole to remove the plug. As she sighed,
he asked, “And after we have you like that? What do you want?”

Her eyes fell closed as Will massaged her, then sank a full
finger up inside her. “Gentlemen’s choice. Surprise me.”

Jed whooped. Harry thrust open the door while Will caught
her up in his arms and strode toward the dais and the table where he nodded to
his oldest brother.

Jed removed his clothes in a split second, then lay down on
his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the table, his cock­—big, bold and
red—standing straight up. As if she weighed nothing, Will shifted her in his
arms, told her to spread her legs and then he held her above Jed’s body.

“Take him. All at once,” he ordered. And though she was wet
and wild to have Jed fill her up, the shock of his marvelous tool sliding up
inside her in one swoop made her swoon.

Whether it was Harry or Will who caught her, she never knew.
She heard their voices, knew they disrobed. She felt Jed cup her face between
his gentle hands and draw her mouth toward him. “Come here, baby,” he urged her
as if he sang a lullaby, “Let me fuck you in your pretty cunt.” And he plunged
farther inside her.

She arched up, her pussy so full of him, so thrilled with
the girth, the wealth of who he was and what he and his brothers meant to her.

“This way,” Harry demanded, his hand to the back of her head
to force her down. His fingers, coated in a cool lube, played with her asshole,
inserted the creamy gel. He massaged her with maddening forays of one finger,
then two, inside her. Driving her desire up, he scissored his fingers inside
her in a syncopated rhythm until she cried out for more. And then he gave her his
massive, hot cock.

She screamed, but it was in ecstasy. The fulfillment of two
men’s shafts inside her was an unparalleled bliss. The impossibly wonderful
impact of Harry’s cock with Jed’s inside her orifices had her moaning against
Jed’s chest. He combed her hair back from her face. He kissed her cheek.
“You’re so good, baby.”

“You’ve got the finest ass, darlin’,” Harry told her as he
moved in and out in finite increments, his hand at her nape to hold her in
place. “Christ, are you tight. Will? Let’s see her suck you, bro.”

Cara swallowed her trepidation. She had dreamed about taking
Will’s giant cock in her mouth. Fantasized about sucking him so long, so well
that the strong, heavyweight MacRae melted in a puddle at her feet. She had
often snorted at the very idea, but now, face-to-face with his thick tool, she
knew she could do only her best. Whatever she did for him tonight, she’d have
time and opportunity to improve.

“I’ve wanted you in my mouth since the first night,” she
managed to tell him as he thumbed his slit and pre-cum dripped in a tantalizing
line over his blue-veined helmet. At her words, Jed plunged inside her aching
pussy, Harry retreated from her ass and Will inched closer.

She took him in her mouth. All musk and turgid man, Will
gave her a taste, the tease, then took his cock in his hand. She whimpered.
“Come back. I need you.”

He did not move.

“Please come back. Sir,” she corrected and he came. Oh god,
he came right up into her mouth.

She swore she would not choke. Would not moan. Would not
stop.

And she licked him. His pre-cum, a thick salty taste in her
hungry mouth. His skin, ever so silken beneath her reverent lips. His cock, the
thickest piece of man she would ever want to service.

And as she learned him, and he flowed with her, she felt the
all-consuming drive of her other two lovers in her cunt and her ass. The erotic
electric joy of it wiped out her concentration and she went with the flow of
their fucking and the storm of her sucking. Her pussy pounded first, her orgasm
a vaginal ripple along her groin that had Harry groaning to come in her
asshole.

Her frenzy made her a madwoman to bring Will to completion
and when he grunted and would have left her to release, she cried out to have
him back. He shot his warm semen down her throat and she swallowed and rejoiced
in her success. She’d had three men at once. A triumph of sexuality. She had
won. She’d done this! She’d given him a blowjob he would remember and return
for her to duplicate and better. For Jed and Harry, she’d do the same, by god.
She would. For years and years to come. The past was dead and gone and this
Cara Ford was a new woman. The MacRaes’ woman.

Stirring to life minutes later, Cara felt hands on her
breasts, in her asshole and plucking her clit.

She groaned, ready to orgasm at their slightest provocation.
“You boys will kill me with pleasure,” she chuckled, surprised at her
huskiness.

The men laughed.

“You’ll thank us,” Jed offered.

“How often can I do that without sounding like a broken
record?” she asked, as Will lifted her up off Jed’s cock and had her realizing
they had not used a condom.

She shivered, truly belonging to them now in all ways, no
barriers among them. “Where are we going?” she asked Will as he strode with her
across the room.

But in the next second, she knew. He placed her in the
swing. His palms sweeping her nipples, his fingers delving inside her pussy, he
parted from her as he settled her ass firmly in the seat, locked her arms in
the lifts and put her knees in the slings. Her whole body—her sopping wet
pussy, her well-tended clit and her pouting nipples—naked and on fire, was
bared for the three brothers to see.

“Pretty in pink.” Jed winked at her.

“I do want my piece of that,” Harry whispered as he focused
on her aching folds.

Jed and Will fisted their own cocks to please themselves as
Harry came forward and fucked her until he came and she did too in a
mind-shattering shudder of ecstasy.

And then
Will came and rammed inside
her, once, twice, three times. Not fast, but deep and strong, each stroke was
nonetheless a brand on her soul. In a minute, she came again, as wild as
before. Spent, shuddering, she begged for Jed to have her, fuck her, take her
up high and hard for one last time.

They had sealed their bond. The union complete.

She’d come here only days ago to deliver a misdirected
package and what she had found here was a gift of a future she’d never
imagined. Three lovers she never would have hoped for. Three husbands she would
treasure until she died.

What’s a gal to do if she hails from D.C., now lives deep in
the heart of Texas, travels often and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and
all points east and west?

Ah.

She becomes an author who can write about those romantic
places! And if your sweet tooth craves spies, pirates, bodyguards and gutsy
women of today and yesteryear (medieval and Regency England), then she’s the
author you turn to for smoldering erotic encounters and delicious love affairs!

Her name? Cerise DeLand.

She earns top-notch reviews for her solo works and for those
she writes with her friend and collaborator, Desiree Holt. What’s more, Cerise
is the award-winning author of eighteen print novels of mystery, mainstream and
romance fiiction with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her
books have been Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and
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