Heather's Gift (29 page)

“I need it all.” She gasped for breath, her nails biting into his shoulders as she impaled herself slowly on his erection. “I need all of you, Sam.”

He groaned her name, he couldn’t help it. He pushed in hard and deep, giving her the bite of pain she craved as his lips covered hers. She was a wildcat, in bed and out. His tongue plunged past her lips as he gripped the base of the plug, moving it in time to her thrusts on his cock, letting her feel the fullness, the flaring heat of the double penetration.

Her moans rose, her pussy growing wetter by the second, her tempestuous passions burning him alive. She stroked around him, so hot and snug around his erection that he had to grit his teeth to hold onto his control. His hips thrust in time to hers, plunging his cock harder, deeper inside her as he felt the convulsive ripples of nearing climax that echoed through her snug channel.

“You’re so tight, Heather,” he whispered against her ear as he powered deep and hard inside her. “So hot, so perfect…” His breath caught as he heard the sound of her whimpers change. Breathy, hitching with excitement. “Yeah baby,” he groaned, his cock throbbing, flexing as he neared his own release. “Tighten on me, Heather. Grip me, baby, until it hurts to move.”

And she was doing just that. Shuddering, she could only hold herself still then as he gripped her hips, holding her to him as he thrust his cock inside her despite the tight, slick drag of her muscles clasping him. When she came, she screamed his name. Her body jerked in his arms as he pushed his cock inside her hard, deep, before allowing his seed to jet in thick, hot streams into the depths of her cunt. Lora Leigh

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Her wet flesh rippled around him as she shivered in his arms, fighting for breath. Little cries from her echoing climax sounded against his chest as her arms tightened around him.

“You’ve given me more than any woman has a right to hold.” Her voice sounded filled with tears, emotion thickening it. “I love you, Sam.”

He breathed in hard and deep. “And you’ve given me more than I dreamed possible,” he countered. “I worship you, Heather. In ways you’ll never know.”

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“So what do you think?” Screams of pleasure echoed through the house, muffled by the door of the family room and the kitchen, as Marly begged, pleaded for release.

“Does it really matter?” Sarah yawned as she sipped at her coffee, then sighed tiredly as she propped her chin in her hand and stared at Heather across the table.

“What do you think?”

“Explains the damned moodiness.” Sarah shook her head in amazement as Heather watched her. “Would be kinda nice, though.”

Heather blinked in surprise. She would have laughed in amazement, but over the last six months she had learned not to. The wedding had been strange enough, but the most beautiful experience of her life. Only the closest friends of the August family and the women had been in attendance. The controversy would have scandalized the community. Hell, the world. Three couples intermarrying. Heather was married to three men, as were Sarah and Marly. Not legally, of course, the legal ceremony had bound her to Sam for all time, but the less formal ceremony had bound her heart to all three men.

It was unconventional. It was scandalous. Heather was loving it.

“Those men will be grinning, strutting fools,” Sarah smiled as she sipped from her coffee again.

Heather snorted. That wouldn’t describe it.

“Sarah,” she sighed. “Have you thought, they have no idea which of them is the father?”

Sarah shook her head. “It won’t matter to them, Heather. That baby belongs to all of them. Just as ours will, no matter if the other two are there at the time or not.”

Heather turned and stared out the wide picture window into the early spring morning. The last six months had been the happiest of her life. As Sam had explained, she held them all, though in different ways. Sex with the brothers wasn’t an everyday thing, but it was often. The morning after the weddings, Cade had caught her stumbling into the kitchen for coffee. Before she had the first cup poured she had his cock filling her pussy.

Strong, driving strokes that had her crying out his name, spasming around his hard flesh as she climaxed in his arms. Later that evening, it had been Brock, straddling her prone body by the pool, his cock easing into her greased anus as the Rabbit vibrator had driven her cunt crazy. She still remembered that. The explosive, screaming climax had left her trembling as Brock shot his seed deep inside the hot depths of her ass. Lora Leigh

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And every night, several times through the day, Sam was there. Loving her, touching her, taking her with heat and joy. And now Marly was pregnant.

“Good God,” she mumbled, dropping her head to the table. “Are you aware of the fact that as she gets farther along, she’ll be out of commission?”

Silence filled the room. She glanced up at Sarah and saw the concern on the other woman’s face.

“Poor guys, I’m not taking up the slack.” Sarah shook her head determinedly. “You can.”

“Me?” Heather squeaked incredulously. “Do I look like a damned bunny to you?

Those men have more testosterone than twenty just like them. I’m not taking the slack up.”

“Now look, Heather, you’re younger…”

“Don’t you pull that younger crap on me, Sarah August,” she sniped as she shook her head firmly. “No. No way. Not a chance in hell. I’ll move to the damned bunkhouse.”

“So?” Sarah blinked. “They would just follow you. Just like they did when you got pissed and stalked off to the barn that night.”

Heather felt her face flush as her cunt clenched. A spanking shouldn’t be so damned erotic, but she would be damned if that one hadn’t driven her insane with arousal. Of course, the arousal had been taken care of in a more than satisfactory manner as each of the brothers had filled her body while the others touched, stroked and worshiped her.

“Those men are dangerous,” she muttered.

“Not to mention potent,” Sarah grunted. “She hasn’t been off the pill two months yet.”

Heather sighed. “We’re sunk.”

“Naw, we’re fucked,” Sarah laughed. “But how much you want to bet it will be an experience we don’t want to miss?”

Heather could only shake her head. She had wondered if she would be jealous or angry when Marly’s dream was realized. After the death of her mother, and the reports of her father and uncle’s deaths, she had slipped into a moody, silent depression for weeks. When she came out of it, she announced her desire for a baby. She had gone off the pill that week. A month later the men had thrown away their condoms while with Marly and given it their best shot. One time. She had wanted the child to be a part of all of them, she had announced.

Other than that one time, only Cade had been with her sexually until her announcement that morning. But Heather knew those three men didn’t give a damn who the father was. That child would be loved, cherished and raised with a houseful of loving parents.

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The sounds of passion slowly quieted in the other room. Long minutes later a door upstairs closed. Cade would be bathing Marly, soothing her, easing her, whispering his love to her, just as Sam and Brock did for Heather and Sarah.

“Hey, babe.” Sam stepped into the room, followed closely by Brock. He dropped a quick kiss on Heather’s cheek before heading for the coffee pot as Brock followed suit. Heather watched the two men. Over the last six months the pain inside them all had eased. Bleak shadows and twisted nightmares were a rare occurrence, and when it happened…she smiled, remembering Sam’s last nightmare. The women had taken him to the family room, and loved him as well as the brothers had ever loved one of them. She thought he was rather looking forward to his next nightmare now. She watched him, her husband, her lover as he carried his coffee to the table and sat down beside her. He pulled his chair close to her, nuzzling her ear before turning to the caffeine. He smelled of sex and sweat and love.

“So we’re having a baby?” she asked him softly.

His eyes lit with amusement as he leaned close to her. “I pulled out,” he whispered softly, though loud enough for Sarah to hear as well. For a second, shock held her still before laughter burst from her chest. She looked at him, seeing the smug male satisfaction on his face, the twinkle in his eye. “You are bad.” She shook her head, glancing at Brock. “What about you?”

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers curling through Sarah’s blonde hair as he shrugged, grinning like a fool. “Hell, do you think we’re gonna let her carry anyone’s baby but Cade’s? She’s loves us all, but I’ll be damned if I’ll take this from him. And he knows it.”

They were too much alike, and yet so individual, so uniquely separate that sometimes it amazed her, these August men. As hot as the month they were named for, and yet so gentle, so deeply loving of each other, and their women, that they amazed her.

She leaned against Sam, content and at peace as she gazed up at him. “I love you, Sam August.”

His smile was quick, and carefree. “I love you too, Heather August. Forever.”

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