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The pain in her
voice robbed him of breath.

“Marly, no.” He
strode to her instantly, his heart breaking at the tears suddenly shimmering in
her eyes. “Baby, you can’t cry,” he whispered desperately. “Whatever you want,
I swear, you can have it. But you have to tell me.”

She surprised him
by shaking her head, moving away from him.

“Not this time.”
She breathed in roughly. “This time, Cade, you have to figure it out.”

He blinked in
surprise. “Figure what out, Marly? Dammit, I’m not a mind reader.”

“Too bad.” She
shrugged.

“Too bad?” he
asked her softly, his lust rising sharply at the deliberate challenge he could
feel pulsing in the air now.

“Figure it out,
Cade.” She wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t far from it.

He watched as she
paced over to the window, staring out at the wintry night, tucking her hands
into the pockets of her jeans, refusing to say anything more. Refusing to
acknowledge him.

Cade realized then
that she had been doing this a lot lately. All three of the women had been.
Distancing themselves in very subtle ways, making him, Brock and Sam crazy as they
fought to figure out the problem. He’d had enough. Since Drace’s birth he had
tried to be gentle, tried to be the lover a young, innocent woman should have.
Tried to make up for the way he had taken her, pushed her, in the beginning of
their relationship. She might not tell him what the hell she wanted, but he was
damned sick and tired of trying to guess, trying to make up for something he
wasn’t totally certain anymore that she regretted.

“The hell I will,”
he muttered, jerking his shirt off, determined that if he wasn’t going to get
answers, he was at least going to get that tight little ass she was driving him
crazy with. First she would submit, then he would get answers.

She turned back,
her eyes wide as he stripped. Shirt, boots, pants. His cock was like a length
of hot steel, driving him mad with the lust sweeping through his body. And
there she stood, her gaze surprised. As though she didn’t know what he was
pushing her toward.

“Cade.” Her voice
was hesitant. “The baby…”

“Is asleep,” he
growled, the fingers of one hand going to his cock as he watched her. Damn, he
was going to explode just watching her. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?” He
would have laughed at the offended shock in her tone if he didn’t know damned
well that was lust glittering in her eyes rather than fear.

“Now!” He kept his
voice hard, visions of her naked, on her knees, his cock tunneling between her
lips suddenly driving him insane.

“I don’t have time
for this, Cade. I’m tired.”

“Damned good thing
I’m not.” He walked to her, grabbing her close, his lips grinding down on hers
as he ripped the sweater in half.

She groaned
beneath the kiss, but her lips opened, her tongue tangling immediately with his
as the pent up violence of his need swept through them both. God, how long had
it been since he had taken her like this? Since he had driven them both crazy
with the hunger building inside him?

He divested her of
her jeans just as quickly, certain the zipper had been stripped with the heavy
hand he used to part the material. Fuck it, he thought, one less pair of the
bastards for her to tempt him with.

“Cade.” Her voice
was sharp with the denial that her body contradicted.

His hand caught in
her hair, dragging her head back as he stared into her eyes.

“Take the panties
off.” He bared his teeth, fighting the need to throw her to the bed and pound
inside her with a force that would send them both screaming into release.

“No.” Her eyes
narrowed, her breasts heaving, the hard points of her nipples raking his chest
with lashes of fire.

“No?” He released
her hair, hooked his fingers in the elastic band of the scraps of lace she
called panties and jerked them down her legs as he pushed her back on the bed.

In less than a
second he had her gloriously naked, her legs spread. His body tightened at the
sight of glistening female cream on the bare mound between her thighs. The
small lips pouted, parted, revealing her swollen clit, the tiny entrance to her
tight pussy. His cock jerked as she tried to close her legs.

He let her fight.
He remembered clearly the excitement that whipped through her when he pretended
to let her struggle. She kicked free, turned and attempted to jump across the
bed.

Cade pushed her
flat to her stomach, moving between her thighs, spreading them, one hand
holding her back to the bed, the other moving between her thighs.

Their groans
shattered the room as his fingers raked along the little slit of her cunt,
circled her clit and moved down, parting the silken folds until they could
delve into the hot recess of her body.

Silken muscles
tightened on two plunging fingers as her vagina convulsed. Cade was mad with
lust now. There was no time for foreplay, no time to prolong the exquisite
agony. His fingers gathered the satiny juices lying thick and wet on her pussy
and spread them back, opening the little bud of her anus, preparing it for the
invasion of his finger.

He positioned his
cock at the entrance of her vagina. Teased the opening to her hot ass. In the
next second he invaded both with a forceful thrust that had her screaming out
beneath him.

God. It was so
good. Hot. The muscles of her cunt clenched with biting force around the thick
shaft of his erection. Her anus convulsed around his finger. Both channels
milked at his flesh as his scrotum drew tight and hard against the base of his
cock. He was only seconds from release. Thankfully, so was Marly.

With one hand he
held onto her slender hips, watching the penetration of his finger into the
ultra snug anal opening and began to fuck her with hard, deliberately powerful
strokes.

Perspiration poured
from his tense body as he fought the need to come fast and hard. He wanted to
pour himself into her. Mark her forever. Make her scream her satisfaction. Just
as she was screaming his name, begging him for more.

Her vagina rippled
around his cock. It convulsed as he thrust into her hard and heavy, relishing
the tight grip, the building heat. She tightened on him like a fist, her grip
desperate, causing each entrance to forcibly part the spasming muscles, making
her scream from the biting pleasure/pain as he groaned from the building
pressure in his cock.

“Take me. All of
it.” He clenched his teeth against the pressure tightening in his scrotum, the
exquisite agony of holding back, feeling her tighten around him, plunging
inside her until her cries rose, whipping around him, filling his soul until
she exploded beneath him.

“God! Marly!” He
buried his finger deep inside her ass as he plunged every inch of his tormented
cock inside the erupting volcano of her pussy and released his control.

His back bowed as heat
arced from between his thighs, up his spine, burying in his mind and exploding
with lightning-fast sensation through his body.

He could feel his
semen rushing from the tip of his cock, vibrating inside her spasming pussy,
and couldn’t hold back his own cry. It poured from his soul. Desperate. Filled
with his dreams, his needs, his fears.

Spurt after spurt
tore though him until he collapsed against her weakly. She was trembling, as
was he. Fighting for breath as the storm slowly passed.

“Now, tell me what
the fuck is going on,” he growled at her ear. “Any more games, Marly, and I
swear, I’ll tie you up and torture the truth out of you.”

Actually, he
thought that might not be a bad idea. As soon as he managed to catch his
breath, that is.

Chapter Three

November

“This isn’t going
to work like this,” Sarah muttered as she, Marly and Heather sat in the hot tub
in an enclosed grotto and relaxed after a night of exhausting sex.

The house had
echoed with all their screams the night before and they hadn’t even been in the
same room. It seemed the men were growing tired of trying to guess. And the
women were growing tired of their thick heads refusing to take a hint.

“God, I’m so
tired.” Sarah had her head thrown back on the padded edge of the tub, eyes
closed. “Brock is going to kill me at this rate.”

Strangely enough,
they had yet to attempt to gang up on them. If they did, Sarah had a bad
feeling this little plan of Marly’s was going to go from sugar to shit real
fast.

“Have faith,”
Marly murmured as she sipped at the cool wine she had poured for them all
earlier. “Enjoy the moment’s respite. You have no idea in hell how hard it was
to steal it.”

For two weeks
Cade, Brock and Sam had waged a steady, ever growing sexual war against their
wives. The wives gave the clues; the knotheads ignored them and demanded
answers. Sarah sighed. Brock was going to keep ignoring the clues long enough
to piss her off and she would end up giving the game over to the men. She wasn’t
much for games anyway. It was her idea to just lay the law down to them and
have it over with. Marly and Heather were certain that wouldn’t work. Sarah
needed some sleep. The idea was looking better to her every day.

“How bad do we
want this?” Marly asked them.

Sarah lifted her
head and sighed heavily. “Pretty damned bad,” she muttered.

“The idea’s a
great one,” Heather answered wearily. “The execution of it is just getting
tiring as hell, though.”

“Then we finish
it.” Marly’s will was a hell of a lot stronger than Heather had given her
credit for.

When she first met
Marly McCall, she had never suspected that beneath that sweet smile, the wicked
glint in her eyes and gentle demeanor, existed a backbone of steel. She was
proving differently, though. She had outlined the plan while still in the
hospital after giving birth to Drace. Her voice had echoed with determination
then. It was steel-hard with it now.

“How do we finish
it?” Heather asked curiously. “They aren’t taking the hints, Marly. As you can
see.”

“They will.” Marly
seemed to have more confidence in the men than Heather did.

“At least you have
a baby as an excuse to rest,” Sarah grumbled as she sipped from her wine. “Brock
is killing me, Marly.”

Marly snorted. “Oh,
is that pain I keep hearing in your screams then?”

Heather laughed.
Sarah wasn’t above begging loud and hard once Brock got started. She always did
say Brock was the most patient of the three men. And it wasn’t that it wasn’t
enjoyable, Sarah thought wearily. It was just getting harder and harder not to
give him what he wanted.

“Bite me,” Sarah
said tiredly as she leaned her head back again.

“Uh oh. Brock,”
Sarah heard Marly mutter as the sliding door whispered open and a step sounded
behind them.

Sarah’s head
raised in alarm as she turned around slowly. And there was Brock. Gloriously
naked, his erection straining, throbbing heavily, as he caught her gaze and
moved slowly toward her. Oh hell. She licked her lips in anticipation, feeling
the moisture flooding from between her thighs.

“Brock, you were
supposed to help Cade.” Marly sounded more than nervous now.

“Drace is sleeping
fine, Little Bit.” There was no smile. He didn’t break his gaze from Sarah’s. “You
can go check for yourself or stay and wait until Sarah takes care of this
little matter she caused earlier.”

Sarah had a
feeling she was going to pay for teasing him only seconds before leaving him
with the other two men to watch the baby. Drace usually stayed up for hours in
the evening.

He stepped into
the hot tub, his cock, thick and delicious, at level with Sarah’s face now.

“Your choice,” he
growled.

Sarah shivered
deliciously. She opened her mouth.

Instantly she was
filled with the thick male flesh pulsing so demandingly. Her lips closed over
it, her tongue flickering against the head teasingly as her hands rose to grip
his thighs. She was aware of Marly and Heather moving from the hot tub, fleeing
from the sexual tension beginning to build in the grotto.

Brock’s hands
gripped her head as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. This was his
retaliation. He always gave her the choice to begin with. She could ease the
demands of his body, which she usually teased to a fever pitch, with her mouth
or between her thighs. She always tried to stay in control. But she knew damned
well what would happen next if she wasn’t extremely careful.

“Such a hot little
mouth.” His words washed over her, spurring her own lust. “So tight and wet.
That’s it, baby. Lick my cock. Just like that.”

She normally loved
how very vocal he could get in his hunger for her. He never failed to tell her
how much he enjoyed her touch. How hot her mouth was. How very good her tongue
felt.

“There you go,
baby. Suck me. Suck me harder, Sarah.” Her lips were wrapped around the turgid
heat, suckling deeply, drawing him as far into her mouth as comfortable. She
was quite adept at nearly taking him to her throat and then swallowing almost
convulsively.