Mary's Men (12 page)

“Well, then, looks like you’re in the right mood for this.”

Thomas already waited on the bed, candles lit on the nightstand, his hands stretched behind his head. His brother cocked his eyebrow, the silent dialogue one he understood very well. Paul lost his towel and closed the front door. On second thought, he locked it. He carried Mary to the bed between hot, dragging kisses.

He set her on the bed and dropped to his knees. She tried scooting toward the headboard, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled until her beautiful pussy lay exposed and open for his mouth.

“Oh, jeez.”

He looked up a moment and winked before dragging his tongue across her slit. Her juices already coated the inside of her lips and transferred to his tongue with each lick. She moaned as he thrust his tongue inside her pussy, but when he circled her clit with his fingertip the squirt of sweet juices showed her pleasure even further.

“More, I need a lot more,” she cried, her frustrated tone making him want to give her that ‘more’ but he held back.

He held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and explored her delicate folds, dipping lower to the puckered bud of her ass. He nudged the opening with his pinky. The tight muscle jumped, but unlike past interaction, he didn’t move on. He dragged his tongue from her soaked pussy down to her hole, ringing the sphincter with the natural lubrication and gently nudging until the tip of his tongue breached.

She whimpered. “Fingers, please. Something. You’re killing me.”

He ignored her plea and focused on her ass. This time when they tried double she’d be so desperate, so needy the combination would throw her into the kind of orgasm she’d think about for days. His dick hurt, but he ignored it and pushed his pinky deeper.

Thomas tapped his shoulder, but Paul didn’t turn, focused on the task at hand. Thomas cleared his throat and finally Paul looked up to find a tube of lubricant already opened. He held up his hand and Thomas squeezed a dollop into his palm. Mary pushed up onto her elbows, looking between both of them with wide eyes. Paul chanced a glance at his brother and cocked his chin toward the head of the bed. Mary thinking and anticipating wouldn’t help. She needed to be distracted.

Thomas crawled on the bed. Paul trusted his twin to demand Mary’s attention. He warmed the lube in his palm, rubbing his fingers through the slickness until it coated. Where Mary had tightened up when she looked down at them, her body already relaxed again and he had no difficulty slipping his pinky deeply into the warmth of her ass. His imagination went straight to what it would feel like to have his dick there instead, but he forced himself to focus because that wasn’t in the cards this time.

He mimicked the pumping of his finger with his tongue, licking and stroking her pussy. Her legs thrashed and he knew another orgasm approached. He pulled his finger out of her ass, and stopped licking her. With Thomas in his way, he couldn’t see her face, so relied on her body for clues. He blew lightly on her clit and tapped Thomas’s foot. If they were going to try, she couldn’t be more ready.

Thomas immediately moved to the side. Paul stood and helped him adjust Mary on her side. Eating her up had been fun, but crawling onto bed beside Mary where she wrapped her arms around him and attacked his lips was even better. She slid her fingers through his hair. He tried to pull away to tell Thomas to start, but she didn’t let him loose.

He took her leg and brought it high over his hip, hoping Thomas would understand. The move put his dick in line with her pussy. The hot wetness there made reaching back for the condom a nightmare, but he managed to get it on without moving way from Mary. He played the tip of his cock in her lips while she continued to kiss him. Paul tightened his hold on her upper thigh, spreading her ass further. She froze and he pulled back enough to see Thomas in position. Remembering how she’d panicked the last time they’d been this close, Paul nipped her lip and brought her back to the moment with him.

He reengaged his fingers, circling her clit and dipping deeper to the place that always set her off. Her eyes widened, the pleasure so close to panic he worried for a split second she’d call them off. He pressed deeper, circling the small patch of nerves she loved so much. She squeezed her eyes closed and gasped, the hard puffs of breath a new expression of pleasure. She pressed her pussy harder to his fingers, the push along with the tightening there telling him Thomas entered.

“Keep breathing,” Thomas muttered from behind. “You’re doing great. Paul, go.”

Paul worked his fingers in and out in slow motion, twisting them gently and expanding their reach every so often. Mary continued puffing and breathing tightly, but gradually her stiffness eased and she rocked against his fingers and Thomas behind her. The tension around his fingers eased and Paul recognized his opening. Over Mary’s shoulder he caught Thomas’s eye. His brother’s face pulled tight, and Thomas nodded.

Paul removed his fingers. Mary gasped and moaned in protest. He caught her lips before she could speak. He pressed the tip of his cock to her opening and slowly pushed in. Unlike the fast and hard play she enjoyed so much, this time he denied her urging and made a slow, smooth entrance, pausing halfway when the snug pressure from Thomas in her ass made the usually tight passage too small to proceed.

Thomas groaned. For an instant they were separated only by Mary.

“Oh fuck,” Mary cried out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Move. Hard. Together, just go.”

Paul would have laughed if he’d thought he could hold his load. Instead, he waited for Thomas to pull back. With the added room, Paul pressed forward. They moved in slow, stilted thrusts. The more they moved, the easier the motions came. Mary rocked with them, giving and taking between panting orgasms. The tightening of her pussy around his dick hurt in the best way, but after only a few minutes the tension in his balls threatened to explode.

“I want to be on top,” Mary moaned through kiss-swollen lips. “Turn over.”

He thrust as deep as he could and slowly turned to his back, taking her with him. The motion proved too much for him and he came, the jerking, hot semen shooting fast and hard.

Mary didn’t seem to notice, just stayed in place. Above her, Thomas took control. He moved in easier, pumping in and out with more power than before.

Her face contorted in agony, but her cries were all pleasure. She opened her eyes, staring deep into his. None of the usual happiness showed, only dark, intense satisfaction. She threw her head back, her screams joining in with Thomas’s curses from above. Paul closed his eyes, the deepness of her pleasure, pleasure he and Thomas gave together, reaffirming what he’d known all along. This is what they were made to do—pleasure this woman and spend the rest of their lives loving her.

* * * *

They’d exhausted her, but she couldn’t sleep. Mary sat up in bed where Thomas and Paul snored loudly. She took it as a compliment, even if she’d have preferred to have one awake to talk to her. She checked the clock. It was barely nine o’clock, no wonder she couldn’t sleep. They’d skipped dinner in favor of bed. The plate of cheese and crackers hadn’t lasted past the afterglow when she’d clung to Paul and shivered through lingering orgasm.

She scooted out of bed, the friction against her sore pussy and ass delicious and well deserved. She’d remember what they did together for days and couldn’t wait to try it again.

She pulled on her nighty and added a long robe before padding to the kitchen. She didn’t exactly feel shy, but after the bed play, the added layers of intimacy brought a certain softness the robe comforted. She found an apple in the crisper and nibbled it, considering her options. There was television, or ledgers to work on, but neither appealed. She grabbed a book from Thomas’s collection and took a blanket from the bed. Neither man noticed.

She settled on the sofa, but stood again at the sound of an approaching vehicle. So early on a work evening might mean Paul would be called away to the ranch. She scurried from her comfortable spot and threw on her dress from earlier. She tied a ribbon in her hair, hoping to look presentable if she had to sweetly tell a hand or patron to call the next day.

She checked the window again and her heart froze. Helen had returned. She stopped her car and turned off the engine. Mary watched as she took a few obvious deep breaths in the driver’s seat, as if trying to calm herself. The snoring from behind her gave Mary pause. This was her chance to talk woman to woman with Helen, maybe find common ground.

Mary slipped on her shoes and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Helen looked over with hate in her eyes.

“You.” Helen pushed out of the car.

“Yes, me. And I’m staying. I want us to come to some sort of agreement,” she said, hoping to sound reasonable.

“Agreement? There will be no agreement. You will leave, and you will take only what you came with. A slutty thing like you, I can assume you’re a thief too.”

There would be no common ground. Mary stood straighter, but let the insults roll over her, though really they soaked deep, killing part of her with their harshness.

“I’m not leaving,” Mary said. “Paul and Thomas are my husbands. I love them, and we’re a family. You are welcome to be part of it too.”

“I would never!” She marched forward and stopped just short of Mary. “If you ever proposition me… You belong in the depths of hell.”

Helen smacked Mary across the face and would have continued, but Mary dodged out of the way. Her heart raced. She’d never been struck, not ever in her entire life. Helen screeched, her anger taking away her judgment, throwing her off balance and to the ground.

Mary looked at her, still stunned at being hit and now at having Helen at her mercy. She could kick the other woman, do something to return the pain she’d caused. Helen cringed away, as if she expected it, but Mary shook her head and opened the door to the cabin.

She stepped through and closed the door behind her, locking it as well. She sank to the floor. Her cheek throbbed with heat, but Mary figured Helen could have hit her harder. She didn’t think it would bruise, hoped it wouldn’t. The car outside started again, sending gravel flying as Helen drove away. Her gaze shot to the bed where Thomas and Paul continued sleeping, unfazed by the events outside.

Tears trickled down her face and Mary let them for a while. Her heart had never felt so heavy. Helen would never be the mother she’d hoped for when she gave up her own. She’d hoped that even though she couldn’t have her mother, maybe Thomas and Paul’s would love her. Wouldn’t happen.

She wiped away the tears, but stayed on the floor, staring off into the corner. At least Thomas and Paul hadn’t had to witness the altercation and they wouldn’t hear about it from her. Not ever.

Chapter 13

Someone’s ass needed a chewing and Paul couldn’t wait to do it. He stepped out of his office to find the truck still in the parking place, loaded with hay, no Amory. His phone rang and he knew it was the buyer in Geneva most likely pissed. If he had to hand deliver it and take some off the top to make amends, he would.

He grabbed the keys and headed for the road. As he passed the cabin he backtracked inside. Mary had asked about using the truck before he left that morning, but he thought he’d need it. No longer. He could run his other errands in the work truck so she could do whatever she needed to.

“Hey, Mar?” He stepped inside, expecting to find her working on the books or in the kitchen.

She jumped up from the table, immediately giving him her back. “Yes? Did you need something?” she asked.

He closed the door behind him. “You doing all right, darlin’?”

The night before had been intense, more so than anything he’d ever experienced, so he could only imagine what it felt like on her end. She’d seemed quiet and reserved that morning, but he hoped she was just thoughtful about the experience, not negative or regretful.

“I’m fine, thanks.” She ran water into the coffee pot, still not looking at him. “What can I help you with?”

He settled his hands on her shoulders. “I wanted to let you know you could use the truck. I have to run to Geneva to deliver some hay and then I’m going to do a few errands. If you want to get groceries or whatever, the truck is yours.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Thanks.” Her shoulders tightened to rocks.

“What’s wrong?”

She sighed. “Nothing really. PMS I think. I’ve felt grumpy all morning.”

Girl crap.
He’d never had to deal with girl crap, but with a wife he’d make up for lost time. “Okay. Do you, ah, need anything?”

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes pink from tears, but a smile on her face. “Oh? Like what?”

He groaned. “Come on, Mary, I’m trying to be nice.”

She patted his arm. “Yes, you are, and I shouldn’t tease you. I’ll get what I need today and I’ll try to shake my grumps.”

Her smirk confirmed he didn’t hide his relief well, but at least he hadn’t made things worse. He pulled out his wallet and handed her the last two twenties he had until he cashed the check for the hay.

She frowned at the cash. “I have grocery money.”

“Yeah, well, take this too for anything else you need.” His cheeks burned and he hoped she didn’t ask for him to expound because he really didn’t want to.

She took the money and smiled at him. “You’re sweet. How about I get the ingredients for cookies?”

“That sounds great. Hey, I have an old ice cream maker in the barn. We could clean it up and make some this weekend if you get cream and salt.”

She wrapped him in a warm hug and rested her head on his chest. This PMS stuff was a breeze.

* * * *

Mary didn’t like sneaking around, but she deliberately waited until Paul and Thomas were away before she headed to the barn. She crept through Paul’s office door and locked it behind her. The cluttered space suited her man with too much on his plate, but she’d save cleaning for a day when she had a clear head.

The mix of amazing and heartbreak made her mind spin. Combining her love of her men with the rejection from their mother fought in her mind and she needed to talk with someone who loved her.