Callie's Captors [Mountain Men of Montana 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“I’m losing it big time.”

“Losing what? I can help you find it. I’m very good at finding things.”

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” She regarded the boy in his late teens that had snuck up behind her. “No thanks. I didn’t lose anything.”

“So you aren’t trying to find something?” His dark eyes flashed in his wide face as the breeze blew his black hair around.

“No. Just my mind.”

He tilted his head to the side, reminding her of her men…and a little of Scrunch. “You’re with the Deacon brothers.” He leaned closer.

Did he just sniff me?

“Yeah. I guess you could say I am. Well, it was nice talking to you.” She pivoted on her heel, intending to give him a polite brush-off, but he fell into step at her side.

“They’re great guys.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah. I’ve known them all my life.”

“That’s great.”
Why is he tagging along with me?

“A woman couldn’t do better than to have them as her mates.”

She swung toward him, her focus momentarily misdirected by the sight of a rabbit standing among the bushes. Wasn’t there a little girl there just a second ago?

“So? Are you?”

She watched the bunny hop off. “Am I what?”

“Are you going to be their mate? Man, if I could have even one of them as my mate, I’d be the happiest man in the world.”

Oh. So he’s gay. The poor kid must have it rough knowing the objects of his affection are heterosexual. Or could they be bi? I should ask. But then again, why should I since I’m not planning on sticking around?

“I don’t know.” Now why hadn’t she said no?

She cared for them and was entranced by The Hidden. But did that mean she’d stay? If she didn’t, would she ever see them again?

“Is it because they’re different from you?”

Pot? Kettle calling.

“How do you mean ‘different’?”

The color in his face washed away. “I can’t say.”

She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head at him in imitation of his gesture. “Yes, you can. Talk.”

“That’s not for me to say. But please remember one thing.”

His obvious concern was mysterious. “What’s that?”

“Remember that no matter what’s underneath, they’re still the same men you’re falling in love with.”

Underneath what?
“Wait a second. Who says I’m falling in love with them?” That was impossible, and yet, her heart claimed that it might be true.

“They’re waiting for you, you know.”

This kid is full of surprises.

She craned her neck toward their tent.

“Not in the tent.” He pointed toward one of the cabins built into the side of a hill. “There.”

“And you know this because…?”

“Because they sent me to find you.” He winked at her and hurried off, leaving her with more questions than answers.

They’re waiting for me.

She didn’t want it to, not until she’d sorted out her feelings, but she couldn’t deny that her pulse picked up speed. She hadn’t seen them since yesterday and now she realized how much she’d missed them.

Trying not to break into a run, she strode toward the cabin. Once there, she lifted her hand to knock on the door, then grabbed the door handle, and pushed the door open.

The sun was setting at her back and casting her shadow into the candlelit room. She inhaled the aroma of fresh flowers that filled the big open area and took in her surroundings. The men were nowhere in sight, but red rose petals were strewn along the floor, leading into the big open living area toward one of three doors at the back of the home.

She turned to close the door behind her and saw that several people had stopped to watch her. As soon as they saw that she’d noticed them, they moved on, hurrying about their business.

Damn it all. Is everyone in on this?

She shut the door then turned to face the trail of petals.
Here goes nothing. Or everything.

She’d made it to the end of the hallway before the thought hit her. Why did she have the feeling that once, hell,
if
, she entered the room, that her life would change forever? And if it did, would it change for the better or for the worse?

Go inside.

Listening to her inner voice, she pushed the door wide. The Deacon men, all naked, were in various positions with Blue reclining on a huge bed and Pete tucked into a leather easy chair. Raine leaned against the wall, adopting a suave position and holding a rose in his mouth. White candles of various sizes cast pretty shadows on the walls and flowers filled the room.

She laughed, loving the mix of humor and romance. “I hear you’re looking for me.”

Raine spit the flower out of his mouth. “Damn straight we are.” He cupped his hands over his flaccid cock. “It’s about time you showed up. We were getting cold waiting for you.”

“Really? Because from what I can tell it’s hellaciously warm in here.”

“Get over here and I’ll show you what warm is.” Pete patted his lap.

“Never mind him.” Raine strode over to her and presented the flower to her. “Let me show you how hot it can get.”

Feeling like a princess in a storybook, she took the rose and held it to her nose. But she wasn’t interested in its fragrance as much as she wanted a moment longer to stare at the men.

Maybe I got lucky when the buck chased me into the pit.

Raine placed his hands on her hips and tugged her to him. His hands slid to the rise of her butt cheeks as he bent over and placed a kiss on her neck. “Tell us you want to be with us, all of us, as much as we want you.”

Her mind as well as her body worked on impulse. “Yes. I do.”

“Bring her to the bed, Raine.”

Raine pulled away and stared. His blue eyes sparkled with his lust. Flecks of amber glowed in them, and without giving it real thought, she wondered what that meant. She’d seen the amber bits in Blue’s eyes as well and had assumed it was a family trait. But then how did that explain the color in Pete’s?

Raine took her hand and brought her to the bed. His cock pressed against her leg as he stood to the side while Pete moved to her other side. Pete’s shaft was as ready as his brother’s. Her gaze drifted to Blue, who still lay on the bed and slid his hand down to take his equally impressive cock.

Taking their time, they took hold of the hem of her dress and slinked it up her legs. They stopped at her waist, as though they’d taken a silent cue from each other, making the dress drape in the front and back.

“I’m so glad the women don’t bother themselves with panties or thongs.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Pete. I like the way a woman looks in one of those lacy panties, especially when it shows part of her butt.”

Was Raine complaining? Should she have put on the panties she’d wore the day they’d met? She’d chosen the custom of going without because she’d loved how free it made her feel.

Raine eased his palm over to her mons. “Then again, this is terrific, too.”

Pete did the same and she thought their fingers might meet. Instead, Raine brought his hand back, then around the curve of her hip to grab her butt cheek.

Heat swirled inside her and even the air in the room around her grew warm and heavy. Desire surrounded them. “Pete?”

“Shh. Don’t talk. We can talk later.”

She jumped as Pete pushed a finger between her folds. Swallowing, she tried to stand still, tried to take it in stride, and failed.

His finger found her clit as it started throbbing. She was wet, knowing that it spread over his finger and maybe onto his palm. Her breathing quickened and she reached out to take his cock. Now it was his turn to jump.

She turned her focus to Pete and him alone and began stroking. Two could play at the teasing game.

He sped his movements up. She did the same, but having to match his quick, short strokes with her long ones put her at a disadvantage in winning this impromptu competition. She smiled and pumped her hand harder.

Raine took hold of both sides of her dress and tugged it over her head, making her turn Pete’s cock loose as he did. She took it again fast enough, but didn’t count on Raine moving behind her. The combination of both brothers’ hands, then their mouths—
ooh! tongues!
—on her ratcheted up the sensations. Her body tightened even as she loosened up, ready to welcome them inside her in whatever way they wanted.

Raine squeezed her butt cheeks and snaked his tongue along her shoulder. She reached behind her, trying to take hold of his cock, but he pushed it against her butt crack and she couldn’t get to it. Groaning, she brought her hand up and grabbed for his hair.

Pete’s rubbing on her clit intensified and her panting grew louder. Her legs grew weak and she wasn’t sure she could stand up much longer. Yet she knew Raine and Pete wouldn’t let her fall. Whimpering, she grabbed Pete’s hand and pulled it away.

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked what I was doing.”

She caught her breath and smiled. “I did. But don’t you think”—she lifted his hand and brought his finger to her mouth—“you’d like to get a taste of me?” She sucked her juices off then pulled his finger out with a satisfying
pop
.

A glance at Blue found him pumping his cock even faster. His eyes were cloudy with need.

“I like the way you think.” Pete traveled his tongue down her shoulder, along the curve of her breast to make his way over her waist and along the side of her hip. With one more look her way, he scooted in front of her to rest between her legs, and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

Her knees gave way, and if Raine hadn’t held her up from behind, she would’ve gone down. She clutched Pete’s hair as he parted her pussy lips and lashed his tongue over her clit.

“Yeah. Please. More.”

Raine, still supporting her with one arm under hers, fondled her butt. “Damn, girl, but you’ve got a great ass.”

She craned her neck to see him. “If you really think so, then spank it.” She’d never engaged in any sexual spanking, but with the Deacon brothers, she really wanted to.

Raine’s growl vibrated through his chest and into her back. “My pleasure.” He whacked her butt then spanked her a second time.

She yelped, and the split second of pain along with the lingering aftereffects gave her a rush of adrenaline and pure joy. “Do it again.”

He did, spanking her harder. Pete sucked on her clit, driving a small orgasm out of her, and wrapped his hands around her legs to hold her up.

“Lean over, Callie.”

She did, following Raine’s directions to bend over and put her palms flat on Pete’s back. Pete crawled in between her legs and drove two fingers into her pussy. His tongue tormented her clit.

“Oh. My. God,” she breathed. They knew how to use their hands, how to make her body tingle under their touches.

“That-a-girl. Now hang on. You’re going to love this.”

Another hit came to her right cheek and she could feel her flesh ripple from the strike. Raine pushed her lower and spanked her again for a second and third time.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glanced at Raine. “Do it. But don’t stop spanking me.”

He grinned and whacked her again. The blow was so hard that she wobbled on her feet and had to brace herself to keep her from tumbling over Pete.

Raine eased his cock against her dark hole. “Shit, you’re tight. Blue, toss me some lube.”

Blue grumbled something she couldn’t make out. The words, if they were indeed words, were jumbled and sounded almost nonhuman. But she couldn’t see anything different about him as he leaned over to grab a small tube from the nightstand.

Damn, his cock is huge.
She swallowed, hard.

“Here you go.”

A few seconds later and a cool substance slid down her crack. Raine followed it with his hand and then pushed his lubricated fingers into her butt hole.

She trembled in anticipation and alarm. No man had ever taken her from behind, but she was more than ready to find out how it felt. “Go on, Raine.”

“Easy, girl. We don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks, but I need you to do this. Now.” She trembled, nervous, but ready.

Raine’s chuckle gave her the reassurance that it would be all right. Easing his cock inside slowly, he pushed in, and her anus muscles made way.

She hadn’t known what it would be like, but she hadn’t expected it to feel so damn good. She moaned and lowered her head, letting the brief moment of pain wash away to be replaced by sheer need. Pete’s eyes were closed, his fingers pumping into her pussy as he sucked and licked on her clit.

Her moans grew louder as she watched one brother eat her and felt the other pull his cock out of her ass then thrust back inside with a powerful shove. He grunted his pleasure then shoved inside her again.

A storm of emotions mixed with thundering sexual sensations. Her body was their instrument and they were playing her like the masterful musicians they were.

“Guys, you’d better get her into bed before I knock you both out of the way and take her. I’m the one who hasn’t had her yet.”

“Hang. On,” panted Raine as he clutched her hips and drove into her harder. His balls flapped against her.

Pete shoved another finger inside her pussy and latched onto her clit again. Using his teeth to hold her, he flicked his tongue over her pulsating clit. Another larger climax ripped out of her and she closed her eyes to savor the entire experience.

Her body shivered as wave after wave rolled outward from her core. She held on, gritting her teeth as Raine’s motions sped up. His fingers dug into her skin and a low rumble flowed out of him. The rumble transformed into a low growl and then into a sound resembling a howl as he slammed into her one last time. He pulled out of her and shot his cum over her lower back.

Pete pulled away and got to his feet to steady her. Raine’s grunts grew softer as his release warmed her skin.

“Hang on. I’ll get something to clean you off.”