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