Dalton, Tymber - Hernando Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

Both men laughed. Once she felt Joe’s thighs pressing against her ass, he slowly withdrew before sliding deep inside her again. It was an exquisite, filling sensation, different from their cocks in her pussy, strange and yet as right as everything else they’d done to her.

Then Joe reached around her and made her sit up against him. “Mason,” he hoarsely said, “I can’t hold it long. Let’s show this little lady who she belongs to.”

“Gladly.” With a sinful smile, Mason slid into position between her legs and helped Joe lower her down until his cock was poised at the entrance to her gushing pussy. “You belong to us,” Mason said as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

She cried out with pleasure at the incredible fullness within her. Then they started moving together, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder until they found a seesaw rhythm that had both cocks slamming into her. Mason reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers, while Joe’s fingers found her clit again.

“Come for us, Katie,” Joe said, his voice deep and full of heat. “Show us who you belong to.”

She cried out when her orgasm hit, the hardest she’d ever felt in her life, the pleasure-pain of the hard and fast fucking keeping her release rolling through her like a runaway coach. She sobbed as it didn’t stop, the explosion bouncing around inside her and taking away all will.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Who do you belong to?” Joe commanded. “Tell us. Say it.”

“I belong to both of you,” she sobbed.

“That’s it,” Mason encouraged as he grabbed her hips and thrust hard and deep up into her. “You belong to us and you’re never gonna leave us, are you?”

“No!” she cried out.

“We feel you, baby,” Joe said, his hands now around her waist as his balls slapped against her flesh with every stroke. “You can’t lie to us that you love this. We feel your pussy begging us for more, don’t we?”

“Please don’t stop!” she begged. Despite worrying the pleasure might kill her, she never wanted it to end. It felt like her heart would burst from her chest.

“Tell us what you want, Katie,” Mason ordered. “Tell us you want us to fuck you hard.”

“Please…please fuck me.” She could barely gasp the words. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before threatened to take her very breath away.

“That’s our good girl,” Mason said. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” She felt his cock swell inside her cunt, triggering another orgasm in her. In her ass, Joe fucked her even harder, the whole bed now shaking with his efforts.

“I’m going to come,” Joe said. “You’re going to be filled with us, and you’re going to wake up knowing you belong to us, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Please, do it!”

Both men cried out as their climaxes hit. She felt their hot seed flowing into her, filling her. Sobbing with relief, she collapsed on top of Mason as Joe dropped onto her, holding most of his weight off her with his arms. He kissed her spine, licking at the beads of sweat that had formed there as his cock slowly went soft inside her ass.

Under her, Mason turned her face to his, kissing her tenderly, gently.

Lovingly.

They loved her. Both of them. A dream come true.

She’d never be alone again.

“Are you okay?” Joe softly asked.

She laughed as Mason finally released her so she could look over her shoulder at Joe. “I’m worse than that.”

His brow furrowed. “Worse?”

She grinned. “I’m now officially spoiled. That was…that was incredible.”

Both men smiled. Joe carefully untangled himself from her and she felt a wistful pang at the sensation of his cock withdrawing from her ass. She rolled off of Mason’s limp cock and landed on her back beside him on the bed. The insides of her thighs were coated with their hot, sticky juices.

She briefly worried about getting pregnant before pushing that away. No room for melancholy tonight. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant in her years with Paul, it wasn’t very likely she’d get pregnant now.

Joe disappeared for a moment, presumably to clean up. He reappeared a few moments later with a full pitcher of water and clean cloths. With ablutions done, she snuggled between her men.

Her men.

The strange thought felt oddly right and comfortable.

Joe kissed her. “I love you, Katie,” he whispered. “We’ll take care of you better than any woman’s ever known.”

“I love you, too.”

Mason kissed her next. “I love you, too, Katie.” He added, “I promise this will work.”

She nodded and kissed him back. “I love you, too. And I believe you.”

With both men looking happier than she’d ever seen them, and her own soul feeling lighter than it had in a long time, she drifted off to sleep in their arms.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning Katie stretched, a smile on her face as she felt the men’s firm bodies tightly nestled along either side of her. She rolled to her side, her pleasantly aching butt pressing against Mason, her forehead tucked against Joe’s shoulder.

Joe kissed her forehead. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

She smiled. “Good. Real good.”

Mason nuzzled the back of her neck. “Too bad my head doesn’t feel good.”

“That’s your own dang fault,” Joe chided. “You’re getting too old to drink like that. Lucky for you it’s Saturday, and you don’t have to ride into town.”

Mason groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “Lucky me.”

Katie started to say something when she realized how high the sun sat in the sky outside. “Oh, no!” She sat up and tried to climb over Joe.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Joe gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to him.

“I’ve got to get cleaned up and dressed! I’ve got Mrs. Paisley coming in at ten for a fitting!”

Joe released her after a quick peck on the lips. “Go on, sweetie. Don’t worry about making us breakfast. I’ll get dressed and take you in.”

Mason slowly rolled to a sitting position. “If I can make the world stop spinning, I’ll go tell the guys to get the buggy and a horse ready.”

Katie gave him a quick kiss in passing as she headed for the bedroom door. “Thank you, Mase.”

With a heart that felt lighter than it had since before Paul’s death, she quickly washed up and dressed. By the time she returned to the kitchen, Joe had dressed and made her a biscuit with strawberry preserves to eat on the ride in. They should make it to the shop with about twenty minutes to spare.

During the trip to town, Joe kept his arm draped around her shoulders. She enjoyed finally being able to cuddle with him without guilt eating at her. And if she wiggled just right, she felt reminders of the night before in the slightly achy, yet pleasant twinges in her ass.

She wanted to do that again real soon. Maybe even that night, if she could coax the men into it.

Somehow, she didn’t think she’d have any problems coaxing them.

“See?” he said with more than a hint of humor in his voice. “I told you it’d work out all right.”

“Now we have to deal with Junior sitting in Sheriff Birch’s jail.” She’d managed not to think about it the evening before, but the ride into town reminded her of that reality. It wouldn’t be long before Senior showed up and demanded she drop the charges against his son.

She shivered.

“No, you don’t have to deal with that at all. Mason and I will take care of that.” He squeezed her closer. “You just enjoy being a well-loved and spoiled woman and planning our wedding.”

She looked up into his eyes and couldn’t help but return his smile. “It doesn’t seem fair that we’re getting married and Mason isn’t.”

“He’ll be my best man. Don’t worry. Mason has developed a bachelor’s reputation. No one will question him staying single and living with us.”

When they reached the shop, they found Ben Ainsley sitting in a tipped back chair on the porch, his shotgun laying across his lap and feet propped up on the railing.

Joe helped Katie down from the buggy. “Ben? What’s going on?”

He tipped his hat to Katie. “Sheriff told me to spend the day here. He got word from Dade City that Dorchester Senior is on the warpath and headin’ here to try to get Junior out.”

Katie swore under her breath. Joe had brought her shotgun. He reached into the buggy, handing the weapon out to her. “Go on inside, honey, and let me talk to Ben.”

With nervous fingers, she unlocked her door and stepped inside. She had about twenty minutes before Mrs. Paisley arrived. As she got her shop ready, she kept glancing outside at Joe, who now sat in another chair on the porch while he talked with Ben.

The men didn’t move from their posts when Mrs. Paisley arrived. She cast a curious glance at the men as she passed them and stepped inside the shop. She turned to Katie with a knowing smile.

“So I hear congratulations are in order, dear? You and Joe are getting married?”

Katie felt the blush creep up her face. Likely, the whole of Brooksville knew already. The speed of gossip exceeded even that of the fastest train, apparently. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good for you!” She smiled as she took the dress Katie handed her and stepped into the back room to change. “Joe is a wonderful man. So is his cousin, Mason.”

“Yes, they’ve been very kind to me.”

“So how is Mason handling the news? I thought he was rather sweet on you. Everyone seemed to think he would be marrying you.”

Katie gulped. Thank goodness the woman was behind the screen and couldn’t see her. “He’s very happy for us. He offered to move out after the wedding, but Joe and I wouldn’t hear of it.” She took a gamble. “Truth be told, Mason really isn’t interested in a relationship. I was just doing him a favor and helping him fend off single women.”

“Oh?” Katie wasn’t sure she liked the woman’s inquisitive tone and decided she should clarify.

“He prefers being a bachelor. Said he doesn’t want a woman ordering him around or telling him to wipe his feet before he comes in. He’s also worried that since he has his sights on becoming sheriff eventually, he doesn’t want a woman to risk losing him in the line of duty. He saw how broke up Joe was after his fiancée died. Mason said he’d rather be alone than put a woman through that kind of grief.”

“Aww.” The woman’s sympathetic tone told Katie her words had the desired effect. “That’s sort of sad, don’t you think? Sweet, but sad.” She stepped out from behind the screen and Katie helped her button the back of the dress.

“Some might think that, but Mason is set in his ways. I thought it was sad at first, too, but now that I know him better, I see he really is happy. He’s married to his work. You know how some men are. I’d feel sorry for any woman who does manage to put a ring on his hand. She’d be better off alone.” Okay, that was putting it on rather thickly, but maybe it would help accomplish two goals at once—keeping single women away from Mason, and explaining why he was still single and living with them.

Mrs. Paisley let out a sad sigh. “Yes, I can see that. Well, my cousin Georgia will be crushed. She was hoping once she’d heard about you marrying Joe that maybe she would have a chance with Mason again.”

Katie knew Georgia. Black hair and brown eyes and not plain-looking, but no blue ribbon winner, either. “No offense, ma’am, but Mason’s first obligation and love is his work. I doubt any woman will ever be able to steal him away from that.