Trouble at the Treble T (7 page)

Marti was moaning even louder now, fisting her hands to hold her body still as they pulled and rubbed her clit and stroked fingers inside her.

“Just hold still, sugar,” Mark murmured. “Let us pleasure you.”

But Cade was having a hard time keeping it together. His cock was nearly bursting from its skin with his need to be inside her. The brothers had always prided themselves on their great control but, with Marti Jensen, Cade found his eroding by the moment.

As if by unspoken agreement they all stopped at the same time.

Marti’s eyes flew open. “You’re stopping? Now?”

“This is the build-up, sugar,” Mark said. “The next act has you taming all three of us at once. That turn you on, Marti?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

The flush turning her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink showed them exactly how aroused she was. The men looked at each other and grinned.

“I say we all take a swim,” Mark suggested. ”Then we’ll throw the steaks on the grill.” He pinched Marti’s clit. “Gotta keep up your energy, sweet thing.”

Cade could see she wanted to say more. Maybe protest the delay. But she just smiled her usual sexy smile…except when her eyes turned to him. Then her glance was smouldering and…something else.

What the hell?

“I think I’ll turn on some music.” Anything to distract himself. He rose to his feet and walked to the sliding doors that opened into the great room. Reaching inside to the wall, he flipped the switch for the CD player that he’d loaded earlier, and Carrie Underwood’s voice floated out to them with the hard lyrics of
Some Lessons Learned
.

Cade wanted to ask Marti what lessons she’d learned that had brought her to this place and this time, but he knew enough to keep his mouth shut. He was struggling enough with the unfamiliar feelings that had grabbed him and refused to let go. Instead he followed her and his brothers into the pool. He dove beneath the water and came up behind her, sliding his fingers through the crevice of her ass before surfacing.

Mark was already standing in front of her, pulling and tugging on her nipples while his mouth ate at hers. Cade pressed himself to her back, pushing his throbbing cock against the crease of her ass before taking it in his hand and rubbing it up and down that hot slit.

Then he moved away, as did Mark, and the men began their usual water games—dunking and tackling each other while moving Marti back and forth between them, using every opportunity to touch her breasts or her cunt or her ass. They knew what they were doing. To take all three of them at once, she’d need to be at a high state of arousal and they were working her up to it.

After a while, they all pulled themselves out of the pool. Cade settled Marti again on the chaise longue while he and his brothers went about the process of putting the meal together. They ate at the umbrella table, talking as if eating a meal in the nude was the most natural thing in the world.

And then it was time for the main act.

Chapter Four

Once dinner was over and everyone had pitched in to clean up, they moved into the great room and spread all the giant-sized pillows out on the floor. While Marti waited for them, Cade quietly faced down his brothers in the kitchen about who exactly would fuck Marti in the ass. Justin reminded him they always took turns but Cade was resolute and stubborn.

“Jeez, Cade.” Mark studied him. “Something going on here we should know about?”

“No.” Cade shook his head and looked away. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” This was Justin. “You’ve got a weird look on your face. If there’s a problem, you need to spit it out right now.”

“My only problem is I claim her ass and that’s that. Deal with it.” He stalked from the room, aware that his brothers were staring after him, feeling their eyes boring holes in his back.

There shouldn’t have even been a discussion about anything. They rotated who fucked their current playmate where, and technically Marti’s ass should belong to Mark today. But today Cade was consumed with the need to be the one who took her there. To possess her.

Possess? What the fuck was up with that? Shit, shit, shit.

He was dealing with feelings he never expected to have and he wasn’t sure how to handle them. He only knew her ass was his and he’d fight both his brothers to claim it.

He walked straight to Marti, who was sitting cross-legged on one of the pillows right where they’d left her. She turned her face up to his with a quizzical look in her eyes.

“Is there a problem?” she asked.

“No,” he thundered. “There’s no damn problem. I wish people would quit asking me that.”

Deliberately he placed his hands beneath her elbows, lifted her to her feet then claimed her mouth like a wild animal claiming its prey. He thrust his tongue deep while gripping her head and slanting it to allow his tongue to move deeper. He felt her momentary surprise but then she just clutched his wrists, pressing her own tongue against his. Dancing with it. Duelling with it. He licked the smooth inner skin and the soft yet firm tissue of her gums. Swept the tip of his tongue over her teeth before plunging it deep into her mouth again. They were both oxygen-deprived when he finally lifted his head.

She stared at him. “Care to tell me what that was all about?”

“It was about kissing you,” he growled.

But their gazes locked, and in her eyes he saw reflected back at him what they both knew—it had been about a hell of a lot more than that. And neither of them wanted to put it into words.

The CD player changed and another Underwood song drifted out to them.
Crazy Dream
, one of his favourites. Maybe that’s what he was having. Crazy dreams.

Then Mark was beside them, running his fingers up and down Marti’s arm and blowing gently in her ear. Tugging her away from Cade and lowering her to the cushions. Cade stood there and watched as his brothers arranged her just the way they wanted her, legs spread wide, arms over her head.

Mark knelt between her thighs and gently opened the lips of her cunt, exposing all the slick pink flesh there. Gently he slid one finger inside her.

“Soft and wet.” Hunger edged his voice. He added a second finger and a third before leaning down and capturing her clit with his mouth.

Justin knelt to one side, taking a breast in his palm and closing his lips over the nipples. He flicked a glance at Cade, waiting for him to attend to the other breast. Digging deep for control, he knelt at her other side, palmed her breast and grazed his teeth over the hard nipple.

Marti was making those sweet sounds again, a cross between a whimper and a moan. Just the sound was enough to make Cade’s balls ache and his cock pulse. He captured her wrists with his free hand and held them in place over her head while he and his brothers worked her body like a fine instrument, rousing her to the point of uncontrollable need.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Mark eating at her, lapping her with his tongue, tugging her clit with his teeth while he slid three fingers in and out of her very wet channel. Only a few minutes went by before Mark looked up and said, “She’s ready.”

Cade looked down at her. “You ready, sugar? For all of us?”

She nodded, sharp heat dancing in her eyes, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.

They all moved then. Mark lifted Marti so he could lie down in her place. Cade and Justin helped position her so she was straddling Mark and then lowered her slowly onto his rigid cock. Every muscle in Mark’s body tightened visibly as she sank down, down, down onto him, taking him deep inside her. He pulled her towards him and kissed her, then slipped a hand between them and began to manipulate her clit.

Justin knelt beside them, his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it from root to tip. He reached out a hand to cup Marti’s chin and turn her face towards him.

“Open wide, Marti,” he coaxed in a rough voice.

When she did, he rested the dark head of his cock on her bottom lip and rocked his hips, pushing it inside a little at a time.

And now it was Cade’s turn. Although they were occupied with what they were doing, his brothers still glanced at him strangely, waiting for him to make his move. The move he’d been so damn stubborn about insisting on.

He picked up the tube of gel lying beside the pillows and knelt behind Marti in the space between her thighs and Mark’s. Squeezing a generous amount on one finger, he spread the cheeks of her ass with his other hand and applied the lube to her anus, the tiny welcoming hole he’d had his finger in so recently. After making sure he’d thoroughly coated the opening, he pressed one finger inside, slowly and steadily, until it was in to the bottom knuckle. He slid it back out, added more gel and this time penetrated her with two fingers.   

“You doing okay, honey?” Justin asked. There was obvious tension in his voice as he worked hard to maintain control.

“Yes.” The word hissed from her mouth around his cock.

“Lean forward to me,” Mark told her, cupping her breasts when she did. 

When she did, it elevated her ass to just the angle that Cade wanted. Coating his cock generously with the gel, he spread the globes of her buttocks, positioned himself at her opening and thrust himself into her with a slow, steady glide. 

“Mmmm,” she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

Cade nodded at Mark, gripped Marti’s hips for leverage and began to drive in and out of her hot, dark channel. In, out, forward, back, Mark loving her in cadence with him, cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them. Some kind of music with a heavy, steady thump of bass surrounded them and he set his rhythm to it.

In, out, forward back. Faster, faster, faster.

This was heaven, pure and simple. Magic he’d never found with anyone else…and it scared the living bejeezus out of him.

Shit, Cade. You’ve got trouble at the Treble T. In spades.

He pumped steadily into Marti’s willing body, doing his best to wait for his brothers but damn, damn, damn. The woman was about to burn him alive.

“I don’t think I can hang on to this much longer,” he ground out. 

“Go,” Mark rumbled, thrusting up into Marti’s cunt, feverishly working her clit.

“Now,” Justin shouted.

Cade drove in one last time then his entire body stiffened as his climax roared up through him and he pumped his release. As he spurted into her dark tissues, he felt Mark’s cock pulse and empty into her pussy and heard Justin shout as he came in her mouth. Marti clamped down, crying out as she shuddered between the two men. All four bodies shook with the force of a shared orgasm, male groans mingling with the counterpoint of Marti’s very feminine voice.

The spasms seemed to go on, until Cade was sure they would all spontaneously combust from its force.

And then they were spent, falling against each other in limp exhaustion. Marti collapsed on Mark’s chest, Justin fell to the side, and Cade pulled slowly from the snug grip of her ass to roll onto his back. He lay there, totally undone, dragging air into his lungs, trying to sort through the sudden maelstrom of feelings assaulting his sex-drained body.

Finally he roused himself enough to lift Marti from Mark’s body. He eased her from Mark’s cock and lifted her into his arms. Her head nestled against his shoulder and her arms wound around his neck. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her body and her heart still hammered erratically.

“I’m taking her to the shower,” Cade said, staring at his brothers as if daring them to argue with him.

But they just stared at him, stunned curiosity written on their faces.

He strode down the hall to his bedroom then into the huge bathroom. Holding Marti against him, he reached into the big shower and turned on the water, a fine mist spraying from multiple showerheads.

“This’ll make you feel real good, honey,” he crooned, kissing her forehead.

When the water reached the temperature he wanted, he moved them both into the big marble stall and let the water rain down on them, washing away the heavy odour of sex. He held Marti beneath the stream, brushing her hair back from her face and trailing kisses over her forehead and her cheeks, finally finding her mouth.

This kiss wasn’t about sex, though. It was about something Cade wasn’t even sure he could acknowledge. Still, he couldn’t pull himself away. He had to keep tasting her mouth, smoothing his hands over her wet body, holding her against him as if he could make her a part of him.

Eventually he soaped and rinsed them both, dried them off and carried her to his bed. He didn’t even turn on the light as he pulled back the covers and slid her underneath, climbing in behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, spooning her into his body, he closed his eyes and fell into the first peaceful sleep he’d had in ages.

* * * *

It was Monday again, the first Monday of the month, and Marti was again at the bar, writing up her order list for the liquor distributor. Periodically she stopped to sip at the cold drink at her elbow. The past month had been one of the worst she’d ever spent. Worse than when Chuck and Dan had told her they were moving on to someone else, that she demanded too much of them. Worse than when her lover before that had told her how turned off he was by her bizarre sexual appetite. Worse than the long weeks when she’d stood in front of a mirror, wondering if somehow her internal wiring was screwed up. It didn’t help that the little radio behind her was playing
I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.

Why couldn’t she have it all? The man of her dreams…who loved her but also wanted variety. With her. When they both chose. So maybe some people might think her outlook was a little strange. But she hadn’t thought Cade Thompson would. And for a few moments that one Sunday, she’d thought they connected. That they were on the same wavelength. That there might actually be something real between them. When he’d taken her into the shower, he’d been so tender with her—caressing her, kissing her. And it hadn’t been at all about sex.

She’d slept so peacefully in his arms.