Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures [Cowboy Boots 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

“No!” Brand screamed, catching Kemper’s arm high in the air.

“She knows what to say if she can’t take another strike. If nothing else, she can stop making the damned requests,” Kemper said, his cock lengthening against her hip.

The paddle came down in repetition and she cried out, moaning and sobbing as the flat object finally dropped next to their bodies. Crue entered her with a sudden impalement. Colt slipped his cock between her lips and Kemper thrust inside her rectum, all three of them taking her, claiming her, making her feel whole again, taking away the heart-wrenching need.

More than anything else, their timing right then made her feel as if she’d earned and deserved their respect and admiration.

This moment wasn’t about abuse. It wasn’t about the submissive woman—their submissive woman being dominated and controlled. It was her way of showing them how much pain she was willing to endure for them, because she knew at the end of the paddle, at the completion of every strike, a man waited, a lover longed for her, and she belonged to someone who would always make the pain go away with the overwhelming assurance of exquisite pleasure.

The fucking then was absolutely incredible. The way their arms secured around her and their cocks thrumming inside her only mended her broken heart.

She’d been wounded, but they healed her. She’d been beaten down, but they lifted her up. And maybe Lorenzo wasn’t so far off base when he’d called her a whore.

She may have been a whore, but now she was a committed whore. And that in itself made her no man’s whore at all, but a lover who was adored and cherished by the men who knew who she was, what she needed, and how desperately she longed for their love.

* * * *

Kemper should’ve been smacked upside his head and dragged through the pits of hell, but as he watched her bottom close around his cock, and listened to her increased moaning, panting harder with their unified thrusts, he realized he’d given Kelly exactly what she’d expected.

Her demands, and the way he’d met each one, led her to the other side of pleasure, a heaven only Kelly knew. Largely in part because each of them understood how to love her and they knew what she needed, what she desired from each of them.

Her blistered bottom would heal, but the chafing skin made him long to kiss away the pain. As his cock slipped between her globes, he gently massaged her hips, careful not to open the blisters dotting her silken skin.

“Don’t, Kemper,” she crooned, kissing the end of Colt’s cock. “Don’t slow down. Don’t stop.”

“Shh, Kelly,” Kemper whispered, his palms framing her bottom. The moments of calling her his submissive had long since passed. At that particular moment, he wanted to draw her back against his chest and simply love her.

Colt’s body language changed and Crue bracketed a protective arm around her waist, clutching her as they hammered inside her. Colt possessed her mouth while Crue ravaged her body, pounding like a sex-starved animal as he stroked her pussy. Kemper, to his amazement, lost his control as she bucked underneath him.

“Now, sub,” Crue said, shifting his weight. “Come with us, sub.”

The slurping sounds were crude and erotic as their bodies came together as one. They rocked to and fro until their carnal screams resounded and they collapsed in a heap, securing her in their loving arms.

The bed was as big as any she’d ever seen. Twice the size of a king mattress, the furniture had been clearly designed for the needs they had in mind.

“The Donovans took care of all this?” she asked, rubbing her bottom and anxious to find some salve to soothe the burn. “Do you really expect me to believe you didn’t have anything to do with the chosen décor?”

Colt appeared pleased. “I had a little something to do with the bedroom.”

“We all did,” Brand said, not to be outdone.

“I can only imagine,” she whispered, admiring the view from the window. While Pahrump hardly provided the most picturesque landscape, the ranch and everything about the property looked made-to-order. She couldn’t imagine a more lovely setting, and her father’s place in Red Rock Canyon was hard to trump.

“Why here?” She turned to Crue. “If we’re staying in Nevada, why didn’t the Donovans spend the money to repair the other property?”

“That’s a question for Riley Donovan. He said the ground here was better for building the tunnels.”

“So we have underground facilities here, too?” she asked.

“We will. State of the art, just like what we had at Daniel’s.” Brand immediately sealed his lips. Frowning, he quickly said, “I’m sorry, Kelly.”

She waved him away when he reached for her. They couldn’t tiptoe around Daniel and any mention of him. She knew that. He’d been a huge part of their lives. He’d built the Underground Unit’s western operations.

Taking a troubled breath, she tried to forget Red Rock Canyon and dismiss the empty void she felt at the mention of her father once more. She could think about him on her own terms, but for some reason, when one of her men mentioned him, her heart shattered.

“Come on,” Gabe said, grabbing her hand. “I want to show you something.”

Leading her to the master bathroom, he turned on the light. Extravagant pine beams stretched across the room. Gorgeous Southwest designs using an assortment of tan and turquoise tiles formed ornate patterns across two walls. A large sunken tub looked all the more inviting with the floor-to-ceiling windows encasing the oversized Jacuzzi.

Five sinks and plenty of vanity area and a mirror with track lighting to make even showgirls jealous added to the appeal, but her favorite area was definitely the shower, built to accommodate at least a party of seven or eight. Not that more than six would ever occupy the space.

Built-in tile shelves and benches made her long for sex in the shower, if her ass could stand another round of good loving.

“Come on,” Brand said, leading her away from Gabe. “There’s something I want you to see.”

They walked through the galley kitchen and family room. The long hallway led through a maze of bedrooms and baths, a library and den, and a large media room complete with an alcove full of movies. Entering the boardroom, a common feature in the Underground Unit compounds, Brand pointed to the pasture. “Beyond that field, you’ll find what you always wanted.”

“A stable?”

“Yes, you have a stable, but—” He twisted his head and cursed under his breath.

Understanding his near slip, she took his hand in hers and said, “Show me, Brand.”

As they walked down a dimly lit path, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you when I mention your father.”

“He’s around every corner. His ghost will forever haunt me, but his memory will also bring the occasional smile.” She stopped and looked into his eyes. “He was closest to you, Brand. I understand his death was difficult for you and I’ve been insensitive. I’m sorry.”

Tilting her chin, he left a peck upon her lips. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

As if she hadn’t been loved one way and fucked another, a ripple of heat cascaded over her body as he brushed his knuckles across her cheek. Putting his arm around her shoulder, he watched her as if he fully understood what was on her mind. A slow smile tilted his lips and he said, “Come. I can’t wait for you to see this.”

Walking about two hundred feet, they took a left and strolled through an exquisite garden complete with greenery and romantic arches set off by an assortment of cactus and flowers. Benches and waterfalls were surrounded by large marble statues, elegant angels and Greek gods that towered over the scenic courtyard located in the center.

“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes widening as she turned around and absorbed the entire scene.

“Picture perfect?”

“Yes,” she replied, following him to the other side of the path.

At the end of the walkway, she stood in awe. “Oh my God.”

“Beyond that range is Death Valley,” he said in this matter-of-fact voice which was every bit of Brand’s charm.

She couldn’t help but turn to him. Pure pleasure sculpted his face as he focused on the land before them, the setting sun casting the perfect illusion. “When I first saw it, I thought of you. We started on this place three years ago and when I first stood here, all I could think about was how much you would appreciate this place. Then the Donovans decided to use it for a training facility and I knew you’d be here a lot at some point. I had to believe you’d enjoy this with us.” He glanced at her and took her hand again, bringing her fingertips to his lips. “When you’re here at sunset, the desert looks like still waters with cascading waves rising high and frozen in a dusty state. There’s no other way to describe the beauty here.”

Kelly’s eyes followed his hand as he pointed out the various sand dunes in the distance. “I’d love to see them close-up.”

“You will,” he said, nodding to the barn. “We brought the horses over from Daniel’s place. Crue and Colt picked you up a couple of nice Saddlebreds, too. Wanna see them?”

“I’ll wait. Crue is the horseman among you. He might be a little disappointed if someone else rains on his parade.”

“You’re right,” Brand said, moving behind her and looping his arms around her waist. “I would’ve resented them if they’d taken away this moment.”

“You designed the garden. Didn’t you?”

He rubbed his cheek against hers. “I wanted you to feel like you had a quiet place to get away.”

She turned to him, determined to see his eyes when she asked the question. “You and Crue—just the two of you—Dad told you. Didn’t he?”

Brand lifted a brow. “I don’t follow you.”

“Yes you do,” she said, pressing him. “You do follow me. It’s why Crue didn’t watch the footage. It’s why you were so close to Dad all these years. Both of you knew what he held in store for me and whether you agreed with him or disagreed doesn’t matter. The fact is, you knew what he wanted me to be. You understood what he wanted for me from the beginning.”

“I knew, Kelly.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Crue slowly stepped out of the shadows. “Because there’s more.”

“More?” she asked, not at all startled to find him lurking nearby. The view alone would summons Crue, but more than anything else, he was there because she was there. He’d been different with her since her abduction. She’d watched him, seen how he’d observed her. Even the way he’d made love to her had changed.

“What more could there possibly be?”

“Come back to the garden, Kelly,” Crue told her, turning his palm upward and waiting for her to place her hand in his.

His hair was damp. He’d obviously already showered. His eyes were glistening like gems and his cheeks were flushed.

She stared at his outstretched arm for a long time before she laced her fingers with his. Together they walked the same path she’d followed with Brand, this time Brand lingering behind them.

A few times, she’d paused and reached for him. Their fingers touched and he’d release her hand almost immediately. They reentered the garden, and as soon as she saw the solemn expressions scribbled across the faces of the men waiting there, she knew there was no way around the present as the past and future collided, holding her captive and insisting she take the time to grieve.

“I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me,” Kelly said, eyeing Brock Donovan.

“You aren’t the only one,” Riley said, standing next to his brother. “We walked in the hospital room to extend our congratulations and Veronica ordered us out of the hospital.”

“Not her room, mind you, but the whole damn medical facility,” Brock added.

“Why are you here?” she asked, observing the man at Brock’s immediate left. Cloaked in a white vestment, the man was undoubtedly a priest.

When he didn’t answer her, she pulled Brock by his sleeve, tugging him to the side. Colt and Crue joined them, but she kept her gaze pinned on her boss. “Do you think I need a priest?”

Brock’s unusual lime-green eyes flickered with amusement.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Brock.”

“Yes, I think you probably need a priest, Kelly,” he said, trying—and failing—to hide his smile, a rare commodity found in Brock Donovan.

A few greetings were exchanged behind her as someone else joined them.

Dressed in an identical vestment, he said, “I’m here. Traffic out of the city was somewhat of a challenge.” He made his way to Kelly. “You must be Daniel’s daughter. I’m Father Paul.”

The first priest introduced himself as Father John and quickly added, “I’m not at liberty to perform the ceremony, but I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Ceremony? What ceremony?” she asked, her eyes meeting Crue’s and then Colt’s.

“A wedding ceremony,” Crue told her.

For some reason, she turned to Brock. “Who’s getting married?”

“Apparently you are,” Riley said, joining what had started out as a private conversation.

“We’re here for the memorial and to witness the marriage celebration,” Brock explained.

“Memorial?” Her eyes watered. “I haven’t planned Dad’s memorial.” She gasped as she studied Crue and Colt, their faces aglow with expectation. “And no one proposed. I’m not getting married. Someone must’ve misinformed you.”

Turning to face Kemper, Brand, and Gabe, she asked, “Are you out of your minds?”

“Wrong grooms,” Kemper grated out, nodding at Colt and Crue.

Wheeling around to face them, she gritted her teeth and said, “I need a word with both of you.” She stalked across the path, marching to the house.

Once there, she swung open the door and waved them inside.

“Ladies first,” Crue said, reaching above her and holding the door wider.

Inside at last, she turned on them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Making an honest woman out of you, sub,” Crue told her.

“An honest woman? Do I look like I have a problem with lies?”

“Funny girl,” Colt said, tapping the end of her nose with his forefinger.

“Are you insane?” she asked, her gaze bouncing between the two brothers. “I can’t marry you. I certainly can’t marry two of you.”