N. Walters - Strands of Love

“Look at me.” She turned back to Darian. His jaw was clenched and a muscle pulsed beneath one eye. “No one will ever want you more than I will, than we will.” His hips moved faster, picking up speed with each inward stroke.

Sam didn’t want to think about tomorrow or even two hours from now. All she wanted was to forget her worries and lose herself in the moment. Darian was inside her and Jace was watching them. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist before, but she loved knowing Jace was watching his brother fuck her just as Darian had watched when Jace had taken her.

Darian’s movements grew more frantic, almost rough. Sparks seemed to explode inside her and Sam felt herself coming. Her entire body clenched around Darian, her thighs squeezing around his flanks, her arms around his neck and her pussy around his cock.

His roar echoed in her ears and the hot flood of his release filled her. Sam let go, let herself slip away in a pool of pleasure that threatened to drown her. And she didn’t care. She trusted Darian to take care of her.

Darian locked his knees to keep from collapsing. Sam’s pussy spasmed around his cock, bringing him endless pleasure. He’d come moments ago but wasn’t anywhere near ready to release her. He’d never be ready.

Her skin was slick with perspiration and he leaned down and licked her shoulder. Her skin was salty and soft. She smelled musky, like sex and hay. He could also smell the fresh scent of her soap rising from her body, feminine and enticing. His cock rippled and she moaned, her head dropping onto his shoulder.

Sam was totally limp in his arms. The sign of her trust made his chest swell. He wanted to yell to the world that she belonged to him, but he wasn’t quite that stupid. Sam didn’t belong to him or his brother and she might never, not unless they could talk her into returning with them.

Darian had hoped sex would help tie her to them, but that was a double-edged sword. Every time he had her, he wanted her more and wondered how he would leave her when the time came if she refused to return to Javara with them.

He breathed in her unique earthy scent and kissed her temple. He didn’t want to let her go but felt Jace behind him. He turned his head and met his brother’s heated gaze. Jace wanted her again. So did he.

Darian straightened and tightened his grip, hugging her close, enjoying the weight of her in his arms. When Jace reached for her, he relinquished his hold. He would have her again. They both would.

But, for now, she was exhausted. A rest would do them all good.

Darian gritted his teeth as his semi-erect cock slid from her heated depths. Sam shivered as she was passed to Jace. Both men frowned.

“She needs a bath and food,” Jace declared.

Darian agreed with his brother. “We will go inside and see to her.” They hadn’t taken very good care of Sam since they’d met her and that had to change. How would she know how they would treat her unless they showed her?

His pants were around his hips so he tugged them back into place, not bothering to tie them. He didn’t expect to have them on for long. Maybe Sam had a tub big enough for two or even three. He quickly squelched that idea. Sam needed a break from sex, at least long enough for her to get cleaned up, rested and fed.

But the night would be long and he and Jace would be more than ready to pleasure Sam again and again.

Sam slowly slid from bed, not an easy task when she was sandwiched between two very large men. Both Jace and Darian were sound asleep and so had been she until moments ago. Now she was awake and her mind wouldn’t stop working.

She carefully plucked her robe from the back of her closet door and pulled it on as she crept down the stairs to the kitchen. The room was dark, but she knew her way around. She opened the cupboard and pulled down a glass and a dark bottle.

Whiskey wasn’t normally her drink of choice, but tonight she was making an exception. She poured two fingers into the glass and lifted it to her lips, sipping the strong, mellow liquor. It warmed her throat and belly but did little to stop the manic thoughts charging around her brain.

The room still smelled of slightly burnt toast and eggs. A faint smile touched her lips as she recalled the brothers’ adventure in her kitchen. They’d been determined to feed her and, once they’d gotten the hang of the stove, they hadn’t done half bad. Darian had enjoyed himself playing with the toaster and they’d ended up with an entire loaf of bread browned. Bacon, eggs, toast and some frozen hash browns had filled the hole in her belly, but it had done little to quell the ache in her heart.

She recapped the whiskey bottle and put it away before heading to her father’s study. Her muscles ached and her body hurt in places it never had before. After a hot bath and supper, Jace and Darian had led her upstairs and proceed to make love to her again.

After the hot tussle in the barn she’d been expecting more of the same. They were all aware that time was running out on them. Instead, they’d surprised her. With a man on either side of her, they’d licked and touched, kissed and stroked every inch of her body from her toes to the top of her head. Her skin tingled at the mere thought. She’d felt like a gourmet dinner spread before two food connoisseurs.

Then they’d made love to her. Yes, made love. It had been more than just sex. The way they’d touched her and the way she’d responded to them had been infused with a deep emotional connection that went beyond the physical. They hadn’t talked about their feelings, but she’d come to know the brothers well enough to know they were in this as deep as she was.

Sam took another drink, needing the burn to focus her thoughts. It would be too easy to lose herself in the physicality of their relationship and allow time to run out. But she was no coward. This was her decision to make, one way or the other.

She sat at her father’s desk, feeling closer to him here than she did anywhere else in the house. The land was where she felt him the most, but this was second best.

She set her glass down on the battered wooden desk that had served several generations of Calloways. Moonlight gave the room a glow, but not quite enough for her to see. The brass desk lamp sat where it always had so she had no trouble finding it. The click seemed loud in the room and the light bright. Sam blinked several times until her vision adjusted.

Several journals sat on the desk and she opened one, staring at the numbers. She closed it just as quickly, knowing the bottom line already. Sam stood and went to the family picture on the wall. She lifted it off its hook and revealed the safe beneath. The combination hadn’t changed since she was a kid. She put in her father’s birthdate, then her mother’s, then her brother’s and finally hers. “Twelve, thirty, seventeen, twenty-two,” she muttered as she spun the dial.

The handle turned easily and she opened the safe, pulling out the documents she wanted before closing it and returning the picture to its original spot. Sam sat back at the desk, took another drink and unfolded the papers. She stared at them for at least ten minutes before picking up a pen and drawing a fresh piece of paper to her. There had to be a way to make things work.

She thought and wrote and thought some more. Finally, she gave up, folding all the documents together and placed them on the corner of the desk. Tim’s phone was still in the kitchen. She hadn’t planned on using it, especially not so late at night, but she had to talk to someone not involved in the situation.

Sam turned off the light, grabbed her drink and padded silently back to the kitchen. She turned on the light above the stove and picked up the phone from the table, dialing before she talked herself out of it.