Chapter Eight

Bay stared at her backside and thanked the universe

that Shane was such an overly prepared asshole. It was something they’d argued

about all his life since Bay didn’t see the need to plan every second and his

brother had list after list. Bay knew he was kind of a weirdo and that Shane

got most of the charm, but he was also the uptight one.

Of course, Shane was also the one who thought to pack more

than a couple of sandwiches and some beer. He’d been smart enough to throw one

of their kits in the truck so they could keep this thing moving along. After

last night, his brother had known to be prepared to throw down with her

wherever they happened to be.

Brooke wanted sex, wanted to feel wild for once. They could

help with that, but it was a delicate dance because the last thing he wanted

was for her to consider him a fuck buddy.

He had her brothers to thank for this opportunity. He had

weeks with her, and he wasn’t going to waste them.

“That’s right. That’s what I want,” Shane moaned, and his

fingers tangled in her hair, gripping her and showing her how he wanted her to

move.

He stood there as Brooke started to suck Shane’s cock. He

watched for a moment, enjoying the way she moaned and her body moved. It was

awkward because her hands were tied in front of her, but she didn’t complain.

She simply accommodated them. She let her body flow to the rhythm Shane set.

His own cock was hard and trying desperately to get out of

his pants, but he was taking his time. He wanted to make this moment last.

She was so fucking gorgeous. He could practically see her as

a painting. A sculpture. Simply drawn.

He had the most insistent urge to sit back and draw,

memorialize the moment.

Instead, he concentrated on the task at hand. If he was

caught between his artistic urges and the needs of his cock, his cock was

winning this time.

He slicked up the plug with the lube his brother had

thoughtfully packed. It was a starter plug. They would need some time to get

her ready for them.

How long did they have? How long until she decided to go

back to the city and pursue her real life? Until she left the dumbass cowboys

behind to find a husband who fit into her version of society.

He let the thought go because he’d always known they only

had the now. The future was something that could be ripped away from a person.

All he could count on was the present and that everything would inevitably

change, and he had no choice in the matter.

But the now included her, so he would revel in it.

“This might be cold, baby,” he warned before parting her

cheeks. Pretty hole. His whole body tightened at the thought of having her

there. “Don’t tense up on me or I’ll have to spank you again.”

He heard her gasp as he dribbled the lube where he needed

it.

She did exactly what he’d known she would do, and that was

why he’d told her what the punishment would be. He wanted to spank her. Wanted

that pink sheen to her cheeks to be partially from him. Shane couldn’t have all

the fun.

He slapped her ass, measuring the pressure. He didn’t want

to leave marks beyond the sheen. He wanted to leave her with a nice ache she

would feel for hours, but nothing that would make her truly uncomfortable. They

would find the balance between pleasure and pain that best suited her.

Shane hissed, but it was a pleasurable sound. “Don’t you let

him distract you. You’re mine right now. Until he puts his money down, he’s

only playing with you. You’re still mine.”

His brother liked role-playing way too much. Bay had to

remind himself that play was all it was, and it was for Brooke’s benefit. She

seemed to like it. He’d played like this with subs before, but Shane always

took the lead. But damn, his inner caveman wanted to argue with Shane that she

was his right here and now, and nothing was going to change it.

“Yes, Master Shane.” That voice was sex and submission, and

it went straight to his dick. “I know I belong to you, but I have to please

Master Bay, too. He’s going to pay good money for me. He’s going to own me,

too.”

Okay, inner caveman calmed. All it took was a few sweet

words from her and he was at peace and able to function properly again. He

leaned over and kissed the small of her back. “This is one purchase I would

never return. I’ll keep this one forever, if I can.”

Probably too much, but he was being honest in the moment. It

was sappy, but then he was about to shove a plug up her butt, so he could

soften it with some sweetness.

Shane actually gave him a damn thumbs-up. While he was

getting a blow job.

There was a reason people thought they were weird. Of course

weird was the kindest thing most people called them. Perverse was more common.

Though not here in Bliss.

They would be perverse in New York.

He needed to stop thinking about it and concentrate on her.

He had a job to do and then he got to have his time with her. Though it wasn’t

like he hated this job. No, playing with her was kind of what he wanted to do

every day. He pressed the plug to her, gently at first, and then with a little

more pressure. He watched the way her spine went straight, and it was obvious

she was trying to focus on the task at hand. Excellent. He wanted her focused,

but no job she was doing would completely distract her. She would be feeling

the pressure as he rimmed her with the tip before pressing in and gaining

ground.

“That’s right, baby. I’m almost there,” Shane urged, his

hands in her hair.

He was almost there, too. She was opening for him. He rimmed

her again and again before starting to fuck her with the plug. He watched as it

disappeared and reappeared. She was steady at first and then her hips started

to move, trying to find a rhythm with him even as she moved with Shane.

His brother groaned as the plug slid in fully. It was sexy

as hell peeking from between her cheeks.

And it was his time. Finally. He breathed a long sigh of

relief and chucked his pants as his brother finished up.

“You taste so good, Master,” Brooke whispered as her tongue

moved over Shane’s cock, licking up every ounce.

“You’re going to feel like heaven.” Bay stroked his cock

before rolling the condom on and taking his place behind her. Her ass wriggled

as though inviting him in. Brat. He was falling so hard for her, harder than he

ever thought he would. She was rapidly becoming the most important part of his

world.

He lined up his cock and started to press inside.

Brooke gasped, and then she was wiggling for another reason.

“It feels… I can feel the plug. It’s making me so full.”

“That’s how it’s going to be, baby,” Shane whispered. He ran

a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head. “You’ll feel us both, know

how much we both want you. You’ll know how gorgeous you are. You are so much

woman, baby. You need two men to please you.”

Bay pressed his cock inside, her pussy squeezing him in the

most pleasurable way. This was what he’d needed all day. To be with her. To

have the other half of him with them and know she accepted them both.

He let go of everything except the sensation of being inside

her. The plug made her tight, dragging on his dick in the most erotic way

possible. He gripped her hips and fucked her over and over. She tilted her

pelvis and moaned, her pussy spasming around him. She held onto Shane as she

rode out her orgasm.

And Bay found his own, pleasure causing his spine to bow,

and he held on to her, giving up everything he had.

He slumped over, his cheek to her back.

“I hope you enjoy your purchase, Master Bay,” Brooke said

with a chuckle. “I think I’m going to like being a sex toy.”

He meant to make her see they could be so much more.

* * * *

Brooke laid back, her belly pleasantly full and body

still humming with the pleasure she’d gotten out of the play. How long had it

been since she’d indulged the way she had tonight? In sex. In food. In being

lazy, lying around with her lovers and talking about everything from their

favorite foods to how many broken bones they had from years of rodeoing.

Mexican. And too many to count.

She made good enchiladas. It would be fun to cook for them.

It had been a long time since she’d done that, too. She typically downed a

protein shake in the morning, sucked down another for lunch, and ruined the

whole thing by getting takeout on her way home because she still had work to

do.

Back at House of Bianchi, she never had gorgeous men bring

her fried chicken and then fuck her and feed her and lay around naked with her.

It was probably a good thing since she wouldn’t have gotten anything done.

“I only broke a bone once,” she said, staring up at the dark

ceiling. They’d turned off the spotlights and brought out a big blanket they

laid out on the stage for their kinky picnic. It was kinky because she was

still naked. So were they. Everyone was naked, and they’d taken turns feeding

her like she was a sweet pet who needed a treat.

It shouldn’t feel this good to be with them. There should be

some awkwardness. It shouldn’t feel so right to have her head on Bay’s thigh

like it was a pillow, while Shane stared down at her with the sweetest smile on

his face. He held a grape to her lips, and she enjoyed the sweetness for once.

“What happened?” Bay asked.

Memory washed over her. It was easy to forget she hadn’t

always been such a city girl. She’d grown up in the country. “I took the dirt

bike I wasn’t supposed to ride. I wanted to go to my friend’s house, but Max

didn’t have time to drive me. Normally I would have taken the four-wheeler. My

brothers taught me how to drive that, and I would go all over our property and

sometimes even into town since the sheriff at the time liked to look the other

way. The dirt bike was a leftover from when Max and Rye were kids, but it

worked so I took off myself, and turns out it’s not the same as a bicycle. I

wiped out right in front of Mel’s place. Naturally he was on patrol and found

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