Chapter Six
Aspyn
“Lord, I don’t remember the last time I slept ten hours,” Ranger grumbles as though he’s upset at himself for actually resting. “How’d the deliveries go today? You get the wood stove installed?”
“Yeah, all set.” Jake grins from the opposite side of the farmhouse table as he stuffs a bite of steak into his mouth. “I worked on that while our girl here made dinner. You should consider a restaurant. This is incredible. The cook, the seasoning, everything.”
I pinch my lips together and draw in a deep breath. “Thanks, but that dream is like, in outer space levels of gone. Like, far … far away.”
“Why’s that?” Ranger adds, biting into the crispy smashed potatoes. “You’ve still got time to figure it out.”
“No, I really don’t. I’m in my thirties and…” I’m running from everything . “I don’t know… restaurants fail every day. I read somewhere the chances of something like that being successful are like less than one percent.”
Ranger shovels in another bite and says with his mouth full, “With food like this, you could figure it out. Trust me, there’s a place down on the corner for sale. We should look at it tomorrow.”
I laugh. “I’m not staying here, remember? This is temporary.” As in the night before Liam gets here, I’m leaving temporary. “ Are you even staying here past the remodel?”
“Thinking about it. It’s my grandparents’ farm. My dad was raised here, I was raised here, and I guess I always thought I’d have a family here someday, but the clock might’ve run out on that one.”
I take a sip of the dark wine Jake and I grabbed earlier. “I never knew you wanted a family.”
“I didn’t, but age is weird. You start questioning all your choices, wondering if you left any impact on the world. I guess I thought a family would find me if it was supposed to.”
“What does that mean?”
He sets his fork on his plate then lifts his bottle of beer. “That I’d fall in love, meet someone, and naturally life would take its course. It didn’t. So… five bedrooms is a lot for me. Maybe I’ll sell, maybe I’ll try ranching for a few years, I don’t know.” He glances up. “What about you? I’m sure you want a big family.”
“For the record, I don’t think you’re too old for a family. I think this farm would be a beautiful place to raise kids and the wisdom you have now would make you a better father than you ever would have been in your twenties or thirties.” I take another sip of wine and reach for the bottle, refilling my glass. “I used to want kids. A whole load of them. I was thinking five or six. Now, I’m not so sure that’s going to work out.”
The room goes quiet, and I know they’re both contemplating asking me what I’m running away from again, but I love that they don’t.
“Anyway,” I sigh, “what about you, Jake? You still want babies?”
He offers me a short laugh and a knowing glance. “Not unless they’re with you.”
My heart warms and I can’t help but smile. Too bad it’s awkward now. Now that Ranger knows I like him… like that. It’s weird to take compliments from Jake so openly. Hell, it’s weird because… it’s weird. I shouldn’t be having any of these conversations. I shouldn’t be in love with my brother’s best friends. I shouldn’t be having dinner with them alone. I shouldn’t be wondering when the threesome starts. I shouldn’t be squeezing my thighs together every time Ranger talks or Jake smiles at me. I shouldn’t be thinking about what our family would be like growing up in this farmhouse.
“You’re going to ride with me to see that restaurant in the morning,” Ranger announces as he takes the last bite of steak. “It’s a great location, right on the corner, and with a little TLC, that place will be perfect for you.”
“Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the money for something like that. I put everything I had into my house up in Alaska, but Mom and Dad technically owned it, and…” now Ryan owns it. I leave that part out because I figure it garners too many questions.
“Sorry to hear about your parents. I know you all were close.” Ranger’s tone is soft but unemotional. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier and upset you. Then… I went and upset you, anyway.”
I drag in a heavy breath, desperate to change the subject. “It’s all good.” I stare down at the table and back up again. “So, I was thinking about Russ and Rosie.”
He narrows his gaze, and I swear I see half a smile. “Yeah, what about ‘em?”
“The front room has nothing in it. We could make that their space. I could do it myself. You don’t have to lift a finger.”
“I told you they’re not coming inside. You domesticate a hunting dog too much, and they don’t hunt for you anymore. They cozy up on the couch, eat treats all day, and get comfortable.”
“I’ll play them videos of duck hunting all day if that makes you feel better.”
“It doesn’t. So, the dogs stay outside,” he clears his throat, “but I’m sure they liked the steak you brought out for them earlier.”
“You saw that?” I grin. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I said scraps. So, you didn’t listen at all, did you?” His tone is deep and flat, but his gaze is on mine, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think Ranger were flirting in the way Ranger flirts. In a very stoic, dry-sarcasm, sort of way.
I kind of like it.
“I’ve never been a very good listener.” I twist the ends of my hair as I stare toward the broad shouldered, bearded, inked up man before me. I shouldn’t be so horny. I’ve fucked Jake twice in the last twenty-four hours. Besides that, I just promised myself I wouldn’t keep fixing my problems with sex.
I need to hold strong with that.
“So, you need to be punished.” Ranger stands from the table and stalks toward me.
What’s happening? Is he making a move? Is this how the big, stoic, monster of a man makes a move? He offers punishments?
I kind of like this, too.
My clit throbs and my heart hammers against my chest.
I glance toward Jake who’s leaned forward with wide eyes. “I think he’s right, Aspyn. You were a bad girl today.”
“What? No, I was good. I made you come so hard in that parking lot.” The words come out, and I mean them to be flirty, but I hadn’t calculated how that would affect the moment at hand.
Ranger’s gaze goes from statuesque to laser-focused, almost like his lust has turned to anger. “You two fucked earlier? Again?”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard, and for some reason, I feel like I’ve done something wrong. “Why? Is that weird?”
His big shoulders rise slowly as though he’s trying to calm himself. “No. Not at all. You’re adults.” He pauses and looks away, rubbing his big hand over his beard before he looks back again. “You do realize, though, that you’re going to need a much larger punishment now.”
I swallow hard, pushing a lump into my throat. “Yeah?” I’m breathless.
Ranger glances toward Jake. “And you’re going to watch me spank her ass and take her alone.” His gaze moves back toward me. “He’s had you so many times all to himself. I want you once before we do this together.”
“And why am I watching?” Jake laughs. “Seems like torture.”
“Maybe a little.” Ranger groans and steps in closer toward me.
Air? Where is the air? Is this normal? Do most women like being talked about like the last piece of cake… because I’m really enjoying myself. I want him to punish me, and I want Jake sitting beside me as he watches.
Ranger grips my chin in his hand and drags my gaze up to his. He’s so huge. His arms are wide, his chest is solid, and his shoulders are firm. It’s the first I’ve seen him out of uniform since I got here. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, and I study the tattoos that streak up and down his arms and onto his neck. They’re sporadic, from different eras of his life. I can tell by the way the ink has worn. A horseshoe, a few symbols, an axe, and a crest of some sort. I follow the line to his neck where a dragon’s tail rests.
He’s gorgeous, like a big, rough badass that doesn’t take any shit. The kind of guy you’d call if you need something, anything. The kind of guy that just knows things. The kind of guy that could fix a leaky sink, kick your ex-boyfriend’s ass, and remodel a restaurant for you without internet tutorials.
“Take off that dress. I want you naked.” I guess this… this is what sex is like with Ranger. Domination.
My heart thumps hard against my ribcage as I peel the strap of my dress off my shoulder.
What’s wrong with me? I can barely breathe. I’m not sure I’ve ever encountered this kind of intensity before in my life.
Jake and I were never like this. He immediately made me feel comfortable, like we were old friends who’d known each other forever. His hands felt familiar the very first time we touched, and though he’s dominant as well, he does it in a different way. It’s more playful, gentle, less aggressive.
With the strap of my dress pulled off my shoulder, I stand back and let the fabric pool at my feet. Ranger steps forward and lifts my arms up until I’m standing, and my body is pressed against his. Next to him, I’m so small. A dainty flower, desperate to be pulled apart and used.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Bend forward against the table until your pretty little ass is in the air.”
Oh my God. My panties are soaked, drenched, sopping wet with need.
I’m not even sure I recognize myself anymore. I’m an animal with a singular focus.
His rough hand meets the nape of my neck and drags down the center of my back, unsnapping my bra as he glides.
I remind myself to breathe as he tucks his hand into the light cotton of my panties and pulls the fabric down to the ground before rubbing his hand over my ass.
Fireflies and bumblebees erupt inside of me as Ranger bites my shoulder. His breath is hot against my ear as he says, “You ready, little girl?”
I hum out in acceptance for whatever comes next.
A second later, his hand cracks against my ass. I’ve heard people talk about being spanked before, but I never really understood why anyone would be into it. Pain doesn’t equal pleasure.
At least that’s what I thought.
My eyes close and he spanks me again and again.
Now I get it! A vibration rushes through me with each hard pat. At first it stings, then it warms, and every time there’s a rush to my clit that leaves me dripping.
“Oh, you take it like a good girl,” he moans as his hand moves like sandpaper up the side of my frame and onto my breast. He turns me around, sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, against my shoulder, then on my breast with a groan.
I glance toward Jake, and my heart stops. He’s staring toward us with a soft gaze. His hand rubs over his cock, and though I know he’d approve of all of this, I stare toward him for silent consent.
He doesn’t speak, but his eyes meet mine, and I know he’s okay. I know he wants me to feel good.
I stare up at Ranger as he tucks his big, warm hand against my sopping pussy. He covers my mound and lands his lips against mine.
He smells like cinnamon and pine, and the second I land against him, it’s like I’ve always been there, like my body’s been searching for this spot. It’s the same way I feel with Jake. There’s a sense of belonging. A sense of security and peace.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” He rubs my clit and thrusts his thick fingers into my pussy as he leans me back up against the wall.
Jake is next to us now, closely observing, but his skin is on mine, giving off his heat.
I stare up at the whirring fan and close my eyes, opening them again slowly.
Is this really happening?
Jake kisses my neck and leans into my ear, groaning lowly, “I like how nervous he makes you, little cat.”
Jake’s hands on me, his voice in my ear, his heart against mine… is everything. He’s the warm cup of cocoa after a day spent in blistering cold. He’s the first man I was ever with. He’s the first man I ever told my secrets to. The first man I ever loved. The first man I ever trusted outside of my family.
Ranger twists my hair into his fist and pulls me toward his lips again, stealing me away from Jake.
I reach down and unbuckle his jeans, pushing them to the ground as I reach for his hard, thick cock. I tried not to check out his package when I was younger, but on days he wore sweatpants or tight jeans, it was impossible not to notice the size of the package he’s carrying.
My gaze darts instinctively toward Jake. Again, I’m looking for approval to fuck his best friend, to touch him, to let him touch me. I’m not sure why I do this, but it feels right.
Jake’s eyes darken and meet mine as he nods slightly with more approval. I never guessed any less, but it’s nice to have the vote of confidence as I grip Ranger’s thick cock in my hand and stroke.
Though Jake is only watching, both of them lay their hands all over me. Big, powerful, skilled hands pass all over my skin. I’m no longer seeing straight. My chest is thundering, I’m on fire, and I feel like I need to open a window.
Ranger tips his hand under my chin. “On your knees. I need you to take my dick like a good girl.”
The separation of Ranger as a quiet, reserved guy who wouldn’t ask for anything from anyone to this sexual commander is right in line with what I imagined. This… this is a side of him I could get used to.
I do as he’s asked and lower myself down to the ground, leaning into his cock with my tongue first, licking up from his balls, along his shaft, and onto the head. He’s thick and throbbing, and with every touch of my tongue, he groans louder and digs his fingers into my hair.
“Fuck… you know how long I’ve thought of this moment?” His tone is ragged and rough. “Your pretty little lips on my cock. Do you know how many nights I went back to my room and jerked off to the thought of that round ass? I tried to stop myself, Aspyn, but I couldn’t.”
Okay, I need another spanking. This time to confirm I’m not in a mental hospital imagining this entire thing. I’ve read books like that before, and sure, it’s a nice twist, but ultimately, they’re disappointing. I want the actual thing. The hard fucking. The happily ever after. The hot, rough breath of a big, real, inked up man in my ear.
I stroke him in my hand, sliding over his length as I suck him into my mouth, tasting the bit of come that leaks from his tip.
“Good girl. Just like that,” he moans before thrusting me onto him until I’m gagging on his length.
Jake sits behind me, rubbing my back as I take Ranger deep into my throat. He takes hold of my hair from Ranger and pulls it back away from my face as I suck and lick faster and harder.
I could come right here. One slight brush of my clit and I’ll explode.
“You want his come on your pretty little face?” Jake growls, pushing my head onto Ranger’s dick.
I’m going to die. I can’t imagine how crazy this’ll be when I know both of their cocks are coming. I want to sit like this on my knees like a good little girl while they spray their cream all over my chest. I want to look up at them with pride knowing I’ve made them happy.
I moan against Ranger’s cock with desperation, and he senses my need.
His hand grips the back of my neck, and he stares down at me. “Eyes on me, baby. Look at me.”
I stare up, blinking through the strands of hair that haven’t made the bunch Jake is gripping.
“You’re going to go as deep as you can, then I want you to pull off and lean back on the table.”
Staring up at Ranger, I stroke his cock and take him deeper and deeper into my throat until he’s stretched me wide and a tear trickles down my cheek.
Right on cue, I gag and pull off in a sloppy wet slurp of satisfaction that I got him in as far as I did.
“Good little girl, taking my cock so deep like that. Now crawl up on the table and get your prize.” Ranger reaches for my hand and guides me to the dining table as Jake pushes the dishes that we didn’t pick up off to the side.
The men help me up onto the hard, cold wood and lean me back carefully in a scented swirl of pine, cedar, spice, and musk.
Jake grabs me a pillow from the couch and tucks it under my head, and for a moment, I feel like a queen. Two hot men stand on either side of my spread legs, heaving like beasts for more.
“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Jake rubs his hand up and over my hips, landing on my breast before squeezing my nipple.
My pussy is soaked, my clit is throbbing, and through the built-in mirror on the opposite wall, I see how red and engorged my pussy is.
Ranger growls and dips his thick fingers into my core, thrusting without warning. “Yes,” his gaze sits on mine, “she is… fucking perfect.” Farmwork and years of manual labor show in this moment as his calloused fingers thrust into me over and over, sliding in and out with effortless ease as I moan and jump against his touch.
Jake suctions down on my nipple and scrapes his teeth against my chest, until he’s in my ear whispering, “Everything you dreamed about?”
I moan in response, grinding up against Ranger’s thick fingers.
The slight motion must look like an invitation because he growls and leans in, cupping my pussy with his hot mouth.
“Little cat… give it to him,” Jake growls. “Give him your come. He wants to fuck your soaked, aching pussy.”
Oh my God ! I must be dead. Put me in a box and send me up the river because this… there’s nothing left after this. This is the apex of my life.
Ranger flicks his tongue against my clit and pulls up a suction, scratching his beard against my pussy as he growls and plays in the wet mess he’s made.
My thighs vibrate and clench against his hot face as I string my fingers through his hair, gripping hard with desperation as I near the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I don’t deserve this. Not one ounce of it, but I can’t stop. I’m over the edge, and I know without a doubt that I’ll spend the rest of my life feeding off this one moment. I’ll spend every minute wishing this very second back into fruition.
Jake sprawls his hard body out next to me before biting my nipples, while Ranger fucks me with his thick fingers and slurps up my come like a feral animal unable to control his addictions.
I bear down and grind upward into his face, scrubbing my clit against his chin, his nose, whatever I can find.
“I’m going to come,” I pant, holding tight to Jake’s hand as Ranger takes me over. “Seriously, don’t stop! Keep going!” I pat his back over and over, as though I’m close to the goal and can see the finish line.
A second into my delirious grinding, the doorbell stalls my heart.
We ignore the first ring, and the second, but on the third, Ranger leans up from my pussy. “They’ll go away. Come on… I need your come on my face.” His tone is so intense that I do as I’m told and grind again, muzzling his growling intensity with my thick thighs.
Because the devil is real… the ringing is incessant, one bell after another after another.
“Fuck!” Jake kisses my neck hard, then runs back for his jeans before tossing us our clothes. “You two head to the back room and finish. I’ll see who it is.”
“Yeah?” Ranger groans into my thigh, kissing my soft flesh as he helps me up from the table. “What day is it?”
“Sunday, I think.” I’m dizzy, and if I don’t come in the next three seconds, I’m going to explode.
“No, the calendar date,” Ranger groans as though he’s frustrated.
Why do I feel like this is over?
“It’s the nineteenth. Why?”
“Fuck.” He looks away, drawing his hand over his beard as he hands me my dress and grabs his jeans off the ground. “That’s probably Liam. He’s coming in today to help out with the house.”
“Liam?” My stomach clenches and acid washes up into my mouth. “I thought Liam wasn’t coming until next week.”
“We must have gotten the weeks mixed up,” Jake announces as he heads toward the front door. “You guys have your fun. I’ll keep him entertained.”
Ranger growls and nuzzles against my neck. “Let’s go finish this in the bedroom. We can say hi to him in a bit.”
As much as I want Ranger to scoop me up, carry me to the back room, and fuck the crazy out of me, I can’t pretend that Liam isn’t in the next room. What if Ryan told him all my secrets? What if he’s here to ruin my life? What if he goes back and tells Ryan where I am, what I’m doing with his best friends? Then again, maybe I should go play damage control. I can steer the conversation away from anything too damning.
No, Liam is too smart for that, and I’ll look like a fool in front of all of them.
I sit up from the table, cheeks burning hot as I stare at Ranger. “Actually, I should probably get to bed. It’s late and you haven’t seen Liam in what… years?”
“He can wait. What’s wrong, baby?”
Baby. He’s called me that multiple times tonight and I love the way it sounds coming from his mouth.
“Nothing.” I pull my dress over the top of my head and tug it down into place. “It’s been a long day, and I don’t know if I can get back into this. I’m sorry.” Panic rides the edge of my tone. “But you felt… feel incredible, and I… I want more of you.”
He nuzzles into my neck with a warm scratch of his beard. “I’ll give you more right now.”
I bite back a smile and start to make my way down the hall as I hear Liam’s voice in the other room. My stomach is turning now and the euphoria that was swirling a moment ago is dead gone. In its place, severe anxiety.
Maybe I should tell everyone right here and now what I’ve done, get this whole thing off my conscience and get me straight to prison where I belong.
“Don’t you want to say hi to Liam at least? I’m sure he misses you.”
I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to figure how to politely say no. “Can you tell him I was already in bed for the night? I’m really tired and yeah…”
Ranger strokes his hand back over my hair and my eyes close like a newborn being swept under a warm stream of water. There’s something so peaceful about his dominance. “Okay. You want me to tuck you in?”
“No, I’m okay.” I tip up onto my toes and kiss his lips gently. My clit throbs, and for a second, I regret not inviting him back to finish things off. “Tonight was fun. I’m sorry to end it like this.”
“I blame Liam.” He cracks half a smile and kisses my lips again. He tastes like me, and he knows it. “I’m a text away if you want company. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure Liam knows not to run and tell Ryan you’re here.”
“Thank you.” Our eyes meet and we hold the gaze. “We’re going to finish this. I promise.”
The second the promise slides from my lips, I know it’s one I can’t keep. By morning, all three of the men I’ve been in love with since I was a kid will probably despise me.
Why did I even consider this? Ranger is a cop for fuck’s sake. Sooner or later, he’s going to start asking more questions.
Ranger kisses the top of my head again. “I’m going to hold you to it.”
Biting back tears, I turn away and head down the hall where I lock the door and settle in for the night. Come sunup, promises or not, I have to leave. Dream time is over.