STORY EXCERPT

Carla opened the folder and found a small stack of photos. She picked up the first, staring at a landscape shot of a large and luxurious ranch home set on what seemed like endless acres of beautiful terrain. She lifted it to stare at the photo beneath, a casual five-by-seven portrait. Four of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen in her entire life—two men and a set of twins—stood near a barn and stared directly into her eyes. Four pairs of deep, mesmerizing green eyes peered from beneath cowboy hats perched on their long, tawny hair. Each one had the same rich, golden color base, but each brother’s hair held threads of varied shades of caramel, amber, goldenrod, and deep oak. They would have blended and become part of any landscape—a desert canyon, a Texas hillside, or a sandy stretch of beach. All four wore jeans and white T-shirts stretched across wide, muscled chests. She let her gaze roam over the four men and let out the breath she’d been holding. All four looked way better than any movie star she’d ever seen.

A jolt of excitement hardened Carla’s nipples like a blast of cold air had passed over her skin. She quickly glanced up to see Marshal Laughton hadn’t missed it. His chiseled features didn’t change, but his eyes sparkled with amusement, and Carla felt another blush warm her cheeks. She’d never felt so aroused so fast in her life. It was an entirely new sensation for her. She’d never been one to feel sexual excitement without a whole lot of stimulation or attention. And yet, at this moment, her pussy fluttered with small pulses, and she felt a slight hint of moisture dampen her panties.

The man in front of her was gorgeous, but these brothers…

The marshal leaned a bit over his desk. She had the distinct impression he was trying to smell her. Was that possible? She wanted to shrivel up and die of embarrassment. She clenched her muscles, trying to hold in every bit of moisture her body had created then drew back a bit, trying to escape his attention. Her movement seemed to spark something in him because he settled back in his chair and smiled. “Interested?” he asked.

“Um…yes,” Carla stuttered, feeling like a complete idiot. She started to scan the photos again, but her hands shook, and she fumbled. The photos cascaded to the floor like a game of 52 Pickup. “Rats!” She leaned down and knocked her head against the desk. “Ow!”

Marshal Laughton’s shadow fell across her. He squatted down beside her, and his gaze dropped into her cleavage. Her skin heated up as quickly as a match set to dry kindling. She wished her shirt didn’t feel so tight. She’d gone a bit overboard on the eating the last few weeks. Stress always made her famished, and food offered the only release she had from the worry and fear. She’d skip dessert for the next few days because these few extra pounds were becoming hard to conceal unless Marshal Laughton bought her a new wardrobe, and that seemed as likely as the two of them becoming lovers, or even friends.

She wondered what it would be like to be this man’s lover…She imagined he would be magnificent in bed. Those long fingers would stroke her, raising goose bumps on her skin. Those lips would roam over every inch of her quivering flesh, and when he dipped his head down between her legs, she would feel his tongue—

“Hey, you’re bleeding.”

Carla shot a glance toward him. A look of concern had fallen over his face. He stood and leaned across the desk.

She touched her forehead, and a drop of blood appeared on her finger. Marshal Laughton handed her a Kleenex. She dotted her forehead then pressed it against the small cut. She let him guide her back to the chair, and then he gathered up the fallen photos. She watched the muscles of his ass clench with his movement, wondering what they would feel like beneath her hands.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he asked with a growl.

She pressed her lips together to hold in her smile. “No, sir,” she said meekly. She tried to twist her body toward his hand, hoping her clit would make contact. He turned her forward again and yanked her backward. Her butt cheeks spread open against his thigh, and she rocked against him, spreading her juices. She heard one of the men chuckle, and suddenly the heat of Cougar’s body was gone. She waited with bated breath for a touch, a kiss, a hard spank, but nothing happened.

Her skin grew hotter, and sweat dotted her brow. The sexual tension thrummed through her veins, keeping her on edge and making her pussy throb with unrequited need. She moaned with the wanting.

Growls rose around her, and just as she thought she would faint from the heat and the desire, she felt a tongue parting her pussy lips, licking at the cream.

“Oh, God, yes…” Her head dropped forward as her body rocked back against the warm, sleek tongue invading her pussy and lapping at her clit. Each lick brought her closer and closer to the abyss. “Someone touch me…please.”

Gabe crawled onto the bed, positioning himself beneath her so he could reach her swollen breasts. They felt heavy and hot, hanging down against the leather straps without any attention. Carly sucked in a quick gasp of pleasure when Gabe pushed aside one of the bands and his mouth found her nipple. He sucked painfully hard, fanning the flame that burned through her veins running straight to her leaking pussy.

“Do you want more?” Cougar asked, his face only inches from her now.

Carly knew it had to be Dusty that had his tongue in her pussy, driving her to madness with every lick.

“Yes, please. More.”

“Gabe?” Cougar glanced at his cousin.

Gabe switched places with Cougar, getting on his knees before Carly so that his cock was at her mouth. Dusty’s tongue disappeared from her channel, and he slid under her, so that she would be riding him, leaving her ass free for Cougar.

Cougar inserted his fingers in her pussy and used the cream to lubricate her for his assault on her ass. “We’re going to fill you together,” Cougar said, “all at once. And I want to hear you scream your pleasure around Gabe’s cock.”

Carly shuddered with anticipation. Every nerve in her body felt like it had an electric current attached. Another hard smack released a flood of sensation straight to her pussy, and she couldn’t stop herself from begging. “Please, now. I can’t wait.”

Beneath her, Dusty arched up, slipping his cock into her dripping pussy. She rocked backward and pushed hard, impaling him, his length rubbing every inch of her hot, aching flesh. When she started to move instinctively, wanting that rubbing to bring her to orgasm, Cougar smacked her again.

“You’ll come when I say, mate. And not until you’re holding all three of us in your body.”

Dusty cupped her cheek, and she locked her eyes on his. “My beautiful Carly, my beautiful mate. We’ll all come together.”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. She glanced up to find Gabe’s cock hard, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum, positioned only an inch from her.

She licked her lips then shuddered as Gabe ran his thumb over her lips, gently prying them apart to insert his thick erection. She licked at the dot of pre-cum as she felt Cougar’s hand in the small of her back, pushing her down so that she rocked forward on Dusty, moving her ass slightly up in the air.

“I’m dying here,” Shane said.

Tyler groaned. “Me too.”

She took a quick peek at the two oldest brothers and saw each of them was rubbing his cock, pulling and tugging in the same rhythm she used on Gabe’s cock. Cougar pulled the globes of her ass apart and put his cock against her, shoving with a short, hard thrust that buried him a few inches inside. The slight movement forced her against Dusty and Gabe, and gradually Cougar pressed deeper into her ass until the three of them were fully sheathed by her.

Fantastically full. There was no other way to describe it. Cougar took the lead, pumping into her ass with enough energy that Dusty’s cock pistoned her pussy with each powerful thrust. Her mouth slid rapidly over Gabe’s cock, engulfing it each time Cougar slammed into her. With three of her lovers in her body, and the sight of the other two jerking off in the same rhythm near the bed, Carly didn’t need to be prompted to scream. After long, excruciating moments of intense physical pleasure that crested and waned repeatedly, when Cougar slapped her ass and said, “Come, mate,” the sensation was so overwhelming she couldn’t stop the scream.