Fantasy Ranch

Fantasy Resort 5

Fantasy Ranch As the daughter of a former US senator, Christina Hardgrave has been surrounded by bodyguards and overprotective parents her whole life, until she’s mistakenly sent to a fantasy ranch resort instead of a finishing school. Zach McKenna, a ranch owner and the eldest of three brothers, wants nothing to do with teaching Christina about men, as she has awakened an urge he thought long dead. How will the gentle middle brother, Deke, and the carefree youngest brother, Brett, succeed in introducing her to a loving ménage relationship? What will she discover about her explosive sensuality from three hunky cowboys? Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys Length: 34,966 words



FANTASY RANCH Fantasy Resort 5

Melody S. Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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FANTASY RANCH Fantasy Resort 5 MELODY S. MONROE Copyright © 2011

Chapter One “The idea is stupid.” Zach McKenna stabbed the knife into the last piece of steak on his plate and shoved it in his mouth. “I owe Rod.” His middle brother, Deke, was the idealist. Of the three, he should have been against the idea on principle alone, except he did have a debt to repay. Rod had bailed out his ass in college and had yet to ask for anything in return until now, nine years later. Zach finished chewing the tender beef. “Let me get this straight. He’s asking you, or rather us, to babysit some woman for a week and teach her about what men want?” Crazy. “Her dad’s a former senator, and the family endorsement means a lot to him.” He found it hard to swallow that the senator would recommend Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort to his fellow politicians. It was a scandal waiting to happen. “We’re talking seduction here, right, without the sex part?” He’d been approached by Rod to be an escort at his resort but had declined being any part of the establishment. “That’s the gist.” “What’s wrong with his place? It’s set up with all the sex toys a woman could want, not to mention bondage apparatuses.”



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Deke leaned back in his chair and blew out a breath. “He’s out of escorts. Besides, it’s not always about toys. Sometimes a woman needs a gentle hand and a good time. I think I can offer her that.” Brett, the youngest of the three, grinned. “That’s where you and I disagree, bro. A woman likes to have the man take control. She wants to be dominated whether she knows it or not. I say the minute she walks in we tell her to strip ’em, and then we dip ’em.” Zach curled his lip. “You’re a caveman. That’s why you don’t have a woman.” Brett stood and nearly toppled his chair. “Cavemen got women, too. That’s why we’re all here.” He shrugged. “I don’t have to use sex toys, though I have to admit toys can be fun. So can bondage.” He grinned, looking closer to eighteen than twenty-six. Deke dipped a forkful of green beans in his mouth and chewed, but Zach could tell he was fighting a smile. His little brother had a penchant for rear entry, something he would bet a senator’s daughter would not be interested in. Deke waved his fork at him. “Zach, you don’t have to participate. Brett and I can show her a good time. Rod said she’s hot. She’s some kind of financial advisor, too. Supposedly, the men she’s dated are the banker, lawyer types, and Rod thinks she just needs a real man to bring out her true desires.” That made Zach laugh. “What makes you think you two could satisfy a society girl?” “We’ve all been to college and traveled a good bit around the world.” “It takes more than that.” Of the three, he’d been the only one to ever get engaged. The other two played the field but never showed any interest in settling down. His chest squeezed thinking about Maria and what could have been. Deke puffed out his chest. “Hell, I majored in finance and still remember a few financial ratios. We have that in common. Not sure whether she’ll relate to Brett’s degree in animal husbandry, but I can



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hold my own.” He might have a point. “How much did you say she was willing to pay for her week experience?” “Ten thousand.” Zach downed the rest of his beer. “Not bad.” The richer the woman, the less likely she’d want them for their money. Deke kept his gaze focused on him. “Around here, we help friends. Isn’t that what Dad always preached?” He leaned back. “Besides, I can think of a worse job for the money.” They had all been working hard and a little break might not hurt. “Fine, but don’t spend all your time with her. We have a ranch to run.” He swiped the napkin across his mouth, his mind running through the scenarios. “I think you shouldn’t let on you own the place though.” Deke cocked a brow. “Why not?” “Because we don’t need her to fall for you two and mess up what we have around here. If she thinks you’re just hired hands, she’ll run when her time’s up. People with money are looking for other people with money.” Deke shook his head. “How do you explain we all live in the main house? And don’t you dare suggest Brett and I bunk with the hired hands.” “Since I’m not taking part in this little event, I’ll say I’m the owner and for the next week, you two are staying at the house to have easier access to her.” “That works. Brett, you good with that?” Brett was still standing, probably calculating how long it would take him to get her in bed. “Sure, but I’d like to make this even more interesting.” Both he and Deke turned toward him. “How?” “We see which one of us she propositions first. In other words, we can’t try to pork her. Just entice her and tease her into wanting us.” For sure Brett wouldn’t be winning. “What are we wagering, not



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that I’m actually a member of the who can get her into bed first team.” “The winner gets to take off work for a week, and the other two have to do his chores.” He and Deke grinned. “You are so going to lose, little brother. Your he-man approach isn’t going to work.” Not that he’d be winning either since he wasn’t playing the game, but he always loved to watch a challenge unfold between his brothers. Deke picked up his plate and mug and placed his dishes in the sink. “Zach, even if you were to join us, she wouldn’t pick you. You’re too surly. I’m telling you, soft and gentle will win the race. Mark my words.” **** Christina Hardgrave tapped her foot on the floor of the limousine, still not able to come up with a way to get out of going to a one-week “finishing” school. Who knew they still existed in this day and age? Socializing in a prearranged setting was not her thing. It didn’t matter there might be wannabe politicians there. She’d had enough of bodyguards and protective parents to last a lifetime. At least her new boss hadn’t given her any flak when she told him she needed to take off a week. He said as long as she brought her work with her, she’d be fine. Her cell rang and she checked to make sure her mom wasn’t calling with yet another demand. She blew out a sigh of relief when she saw it was her best friend returning her call. “Danielle, thank God it’s you.” “What happened? You sounded so upset. What’s this about taking a weeklong class?” “Mother thinks that because I just graduated from grad school and didn’t come home with a fiancé on my arm, that she’ll never be a grandmother. She’s sending me to some place to hobnob with wealthy



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men and learn how to entice them.” Danielle laughed. “You poor thing.” “It’s not funny.” She had to loosen her grip on the phone before she broke it. “It is when you’re twenty-four. You’ll probably be surrounded by ten- to sixteen-year-olds needing to learn the proper way to set a table or act at a fancy reception.” She’d been schooled in manners since she turned two. “God, I hope that’s not what this is all about.” She blew out a breath. “Could this get any worse?” “Well, your mother could have sent you to a sperm bank to be artificially inseminated by the perfect man.” Her stomach almost revolted. “That would cause an uber scandal unless she snuck me in under a different name.” She wouldn’t, would she? “I guess I should be thankful I only have to sit through a boring class, even if it is hands-on.” “Where are you right now?” “I’m in the limo heading up the Santa Catalina Mountain. We should be there momentarily.” She glanced out the window, searching for something to calm her jittery nerves. Tall pines bordered the winding road. While a nice change from the cactus-filled desert below, even the grandeur of the scenery wasn’t going to help her situation. She wasn’t ready to settle down and pop out babies. Her career was too important. Someday she wanted kids, but the thought of being at a man’s beck and call made her want to vomit. “Why didn’t you refuse to go?” Danielle had a short memory. “No one tells my mother no. The worst part is that to make sure I’d agree to come here, she convinced Grannie to change the conditions of my trust fund.” Her friend sucked in an audible breath. “But you’re getting the rest of the fund in three weeks.” Four million dollars, to be exact. “When I turn twenty-five, yes.



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But if I hadn’t agreed to this ridiculous ‘vacation,’ she’d have made me wait until I’m thirty to get a dime.” Christina had already picked out a cute condo as an investment, and a new car to replace her sweetsixteen present that broke down at least once a month. “Jesus. That’s blackmail.” “My thoughts exactly, so you can see why I have to go along with this fiasco.” “Why not call your grandmother and explain you don’t want to go?” “I’ve thought of that, but if Mom ever got wind of it, I’d be fifty before I see any inheritance.” “What did your Aunt Miriam say?” Her mother’s sister might be a staunch democrat and her mother and father right-wing republicans, but her mom listened to her older sister. “It was Aunt Miriam’s idea. She said it was the in place to go, and that Mom had to send me for my own good, especially if she expected me to find a good man.” “That doesn’t sound like your aunt.” She sighed. “Well, let me know how it goes.” Too bad there was nothing Danielle could do to help. “Will do. Uh-oh, we’re here. Love ya, bye.” The limo pulled in front of the resort. Welcome to hell. To be fair, the place was beautiful. Tall white columns flanked the two-story entrance that was surrounded by a riot of colored annuals. The circular drive had an elegant, three-tiered fountain with water gushing out of the top. The place looked really classy, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be miserable the whole time. The driver cut the engine, held open the door for her to get out, and then removed three suitcases from the trunk. A very cute guy in a blue-striped shirt came rushing out with a luggage cart. Good thing he brought help. In the largest of her bags, she’d brought a bunch of finance books and a boatload of company prospectuses in case she had time to study the information for work. It weighed a ton.



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“You’re Christina, right?” How did he know that? Maybe it was the limousine. “Yes.” Her driver asked if she needed him anymore. “No, I’m good. Thanks.” He took off and she followed her suitcases, enjoying the view of the guy’s tight butt. Too bad he was no more than twenty and didn’t look like he had political aspirations or she might have tried to find time to talk with him. She inwardly chuckled. Wouldn’t her mom be pissed if she brought him home? On the path to the front door, she passed a large wooden sign with the name of the place engraved in wood. She stopped and reread the words three times. Damn. The driver had come to the wrong establishment. How had that happened? This sign read The Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. This certainly couldn’t be a finishing school, and she doubted the conservative women heading up the class would pay to have it here. She must have been standing there for quite some time because the same guy came back and took hold of her elbow. “Is something wrong, ma’am?” The term ma’am hurt. She wasn’t old yet, unless one believed her mom, who thought Christina’s biological clock only had days left to tick. “No.” An idea sparked. “Would you mind taking my picture by the sign?” She handed him her iPhone. “Sure.” If her mom ever tried to blackmail her again, Christina would show this photo to every one of her father’s senator friends. A laugh bubbled up at the irony of the whole setup. Aunt Miriam must be playing a trick on Mom. That had to be it. “Give me a minute, okay?” “Take your time.” The cute guy winked, handed her back her phone, and disappeared inside. She called her aunt and received the confirmation she expected. “Hell yes, I lied to your mother. I’ve told her a hundred times



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she’s too controlling. She needs to leave you alone, that you’ll find a man in your own time.” “Did I ever tell you that you are the best aunt ever?” “Plenty of times, but I never tire of hearing it.” “So what’s the deal with this fantasy resort?” As her dad preached, forewarned was forearmed. While she was excited not to have to endure a classroom setting where she practiced good manners, she wasn’t sure she was up for something sexual. She was no virgin, but her experience with men was limited. In fact, since graduating, she’d not dated anyone. In high school, going out with wild guys never happened since her parents either had a bodyguard watching her or her dad interrogated her dates until they ran away. “Well, you get to pick a fantasy and have two or three men fulfill it for you.” Her muscles locked. “What kind of fantasy?” “I’ve never been myself, but Nadine and Josephine both went. I won’t go into specifics, but needless to say, they came home hornier than a three-toed frog.” She giggled at the image of that little creature. “What if I don’t want or need a fantasy?” “Just do what they say, and you’ll be thanking me soon enough. Oh, dear, I have to go. Love you.” Then she had the nerve to disconnect. What was up with that? Most of the time it took some work to get Aunt Miriam off the phone. A strong wind blew, bringing with it a cool breeze scented with jasmine. Oh, well. Without a way home, she’d be staying a while, so she might as well take advantage of the place. Inside the front door, she picked up a brochure and flipped through the pages. The resort offered massages, facials, manicures, and pedicures. She could get into this place if she indulged in one of those services each day. Glancing around at the comfortable-looking sofas and large-



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screen TVs, she wondered if they also had a workout room. Getting time to lift and do aerobics was always a struggle during the workweek. The second half of the pamphlet was devoted to the concept of “The Fantasy,” but it didn’t say she had to have one. Suggested fantasies included being ravished, held captive, tied up, and having sensual massages. Good Lord. She’d never agree to anything like that. What had Aunt Miriam been thinking? A tall, thin woman approached with a large smile on her face. “You must be Christina.” The woman held out her hand. “Welcome. I’m Sharon. I know you’ve just arrived, but Rod, the owner, would like to speak with you.” “Certainly.” Sharon led her down a brightly lit hallway lined with tall windows overlooking Tucson. The view was breathtaking, but it wasn’t enough to release the injustice beating at her. Two very handsome identical twins with broad shoulders and beautiful forest-green eyes walked by and gave her the once-over. As flattering as that seemed at first, their elevator gazes made her feel like she was a piece of meat instead of an accomplished woman. Not interested, guys. Sharon pushed open a ten-foot-high wooden door to reveal a spacious office. The dark wood furniture arranged tightly around the man’s desk gave off a cozy feeling. The owner stood. Now there was a good-looking man. She might have been excited had she not noticed his wedding band and the array of photos on his desk. She guessed the gorgeous woman and the two young children were his family. There were several photos in which he was posing with two other men next to his wife. “Christina, welcome. Please have a seat. Your aunt just called me and explained your situation. I’m sorry to learn you were pressured into coming here.” How nice that he understood. “Thank you.”



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Rod explained how the next week was going to play out. “I only want the finest escorts for you, but I’m afraid the best isn’t available, so I had to look outside the resort.” “I appreciate the effort, but I really don’t need any escorts. I’m happy to enjoy the spa and do a little research for work.” He smiled. “I’m afraid I can’t let that happen. I have a reputation to uphold. Don’t worry, these men won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He leaned back and made a tent with his fingertips. “Think of this week as a way to explore who you are as a person and what you desire from life.” “I know precisely what I want from life. Time to myself without anyone telling me what to do and success at my job.” “What about a relationship?” Now he sounded like her mother. “I have time.” “Are you lonely?” She laughed. “Are you kidding? No.” Her lips faltered at the lie. He laughed. “Regardless, everyone needs someone to share their secrets with. I’ve found a set of brothers who will help you accomplish all of your goals. I’ve known them for years, and they are the best among the best. I’ll have a driver take you there now. I can assure you, the service level will remain the same.” Same service, huh? Did that include manicures? “Does this place have a pool and an exercise room?” “I promise you’ll get plenty of exercise.” He held up a hand and nodded to her cell clipped on her waist. “By the way, cell phones and laptops are off-limits.” She squeezed the arm of the chair so tightly her acrylics dug into her palms. “I need them.” His brow rose. “Let me explain. We don’t want you to be distracted during your learning process.” Learning process? He and Aunt Miriam were up to something. “I have to keep up with the market. It’s my job.” “I’m sorry. The rules are quite clear.” His tone was strong despite



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his eyes being kind. She had to make him understand. “I need Bloomberg News or I’ll fall behind. I’m new at the hedge fund company and must meet certain expectations.” “I understand, but the three men will keep you too busy to work. They’ll probably have you horseback riding and enjoying the out-ofdoors the moment you arrive. Trust me. These men know what to do and have your best interests at heart.” Were there really three men all vying for her attention or whatever they did? “I only brought but one pair of jeans.” She didn’t think casual would be the style at the imaginary finishing school. “Not to worry. With my change of plans, I figured you wouldn’t have come prepared, so I had one of my associates pack you a bag.” “Thanks.” I think, though how did he know my size? Ah, Aunt Miriam again. Her favorite aunt’s status just might have dropped a notch. “In this next week, you’re going to learn a lot about your needs and what you truly desire. It’s never easy knowing what life can hold when love’s in the air.” Rod smiled. “We’ll see.” Desires indeed. She had to put her sexuality on hold if she wanted to be a big success. Though a little education wouldn’t hurt. “Follow their every instruction, and you’ll be happy you did.” He winked, implying that if she didn’t do as these men asked, he’d call her mother. Well, let him. See how far he’d get explaining the concept of an escort to Mrs. Leonard Hardgrave, wife of the former senator of Arizona. This resort’s image implied she’d be out of her comfort zone the entire week. If any of these so-called escorts had any designs on her body, they were in for a big, political surprise.



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Chapter Two The hour drive to her new location seemed to take forever, not that she was anxious to arrive or anything, but the sooner she started this new adventure, the sooner she could leave. She had a big meeting in two weeks with a major player in the Advantage Income hedge fund, and she needed time to prepare her defense of the stocks she planned to trade. This forced class, or vacation as her mother called it, couldn’t have come at a worse time careerwise. Relax. Nothing you can do about it now. Even without her phone and laptop, she still had her case full of books and company documents to occupy her time. Once they got down the Santa Catalina Mountain, they headed south then doubled back over the mountains to the east. The bad part was that she didn’t see much civilization along the way. Assuming she had some free time, she would have liked a few shopping malls or a couple of cute boutiques nearby. Instead, there was nothing but desert scrub and cactus. It was pretty, in an austere way, but very isolated. Certainly, it was too isolated for her. She’d grown up in Phoenix and loved the big-city life. Living among farm animals was not her idea of fun. A cell phone rang, and her hand automatically shot to her purse. The driver answered his phone. Damn. Talk about losing a limb. She relied on communicating with her friends and needed to speak with those at work. Adding to the injury was the fact she had to spend a whole week at a ranch with three cowboys who probably smelled of sweat and had teeth that had never seen a dentist. Comparing balance sheets and cash flows seemed more exciting.



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The van drove past a neat, barbed-wire fence for more than ten minutes before turning down a dirt road. Above the entrance swung a Triple-M Ranch banner. So this was it. She was finally here. The butterflies in her stomach flared. Relax. Be yourself. The brochure promised her an experience of a lifetime, but was she up for such excitement? Probably not, but what was the worst that could happen? They wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Rod had promised. Off in the distance, cattle and horses huddled around patches of green grass mixed with sage. There appeared to be a small lake in the middle of the property, but it was probably a mirage unless there was an underground spring providing the water. The road to the ranch house seemed to go on forever. She couldn’t imagine owning this much land. In town, an acre went for thousands of dollars. This spread might be in nowheresville, but even here, the land wouldn’t be cheap. Despite the unpaved road, the limo didn’t bounce too much. At the end of the drive, trees shaded a large home that seemed big enough to house twenty people. She wondered if she’d be the only guest, or would Rod send others later? The driver stopped and opened her door. “The call I just received was from the owner. Someone should be out to meet you in a moment. I’ll get the luggage from the trunk.” As if on cue, a tall, broad-shouldered man appeared from the side of the house, slapping a hat against his thigh. Dust cascaded off the felt. He looked up and stopped. Then a smile spread across his toohandsome face. Whoa. Not only did he have perfectly straight, white teeth, she thought he would do justice as a cover model for one of her fashion magazines. Sporting a muscled chest, a strong chin, and wideset eyes, he made her body zing. He strode up to her. “Hi. I’m Deke. You must be Christina.” He dusted his right hand on his faded jeans and held it out. “Hi.” His grip was firm, and she liked how the calluses rubbed



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against her palm. Nothing like the men she knew who had their nails buffed and polished once a week. “Your trip go okay?” “Yes.” Now that she’d met him. “Let me help the driver with your luggage.” She was about to warn him about the largest case being filled with books, but he unloaded her suitcases with ease, his biceps flexing with each lift. She expected him to comment on her excessive luggage, but he didn’t say a word. Her metrosexual friends would have given her no end of grief. Deke nodded to the limo driver. “You can leave her cases by the door. I’ll bring them in later.” The driver thanked Deke and took off. Now she was truly alone with several men on a ranch to learn about her desires and needs. Why had she let her mom talk her into this? Oh, yeah. This was supposed to be about manners and manipulating men to make them do what she wanted. It was all about the political advantage, not to mention the issue of the trust-fund date. “Let me show you to your room so you can freshen up.” He ran his gaze down the length of her. “You might be more comfortable in jeans and a T-shirt. Everything you wear is going to get dusty, and unless you cover up, the sun will burn your fair skin.” She had on capris, sandals, and a tank top. “Thanks for the warning.” How nice of him to notice or care. He picked up two of her suitcases and held open a side door to the house with his hip. “You’ll have to excuse the place. The owner lives alone and isn’t much into housework. But don’t worry. We do have maid service once a week. She cleaned your room with extra care.” That gave her some comfort. Plus, he’d brought her in through the kitchen instead of the front door, which helped lessen her anxiety. “Whoa.” This was not what she expected. Granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and a huge cooking island graced an oversize kitchen. She didn’t know what Deke was talking about.



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Everything was spotless. “I can see some surprise in your eyes. Mrs. McKenna loved to cook. She had the kitchen completely renovated a few years back. Unfortunately, she and Mr. McKenna were killed two years ago and left the ranch to their son, Zach.” There was a slight wobble to his chin, and she could have sworn his chest caved a bit. “That must have been tough.” “Yeah. They were great people.” He cleared his throat. “Zach’s not much of a cook, so the kitchen goes to waste. All he can do is scramble eggs and fry steak.” She chuckled. She might like this Zach and wondered if the owner was part of the three-man package. “I wish the kitchen in my college apartment had been as big. I ran into myself when I prepared a meal.” Staying at her parents’ home this last month had been tough, but if she got that condo, she’d be sure to get a state-of-the-art kitchen. “Anytime you feel like stretching your culinary fingers, be our guest. Brett, who’s my younger brother, and I will be bunking here, too, while you’re our guest, and we’d love food other than what Zach will feed us.” That sounded like Deke and this Brett would be her “escorts,” though she preferred the term guides better. Escorts sounded seedy, like they were hired prostitutes or something. The image of having sex with this hunk invaded her brain, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. Rod had assured her that intercourse was not allowed between them. She wasn’t sure whether she was happy or sad. This guy was really cute and seemed nice, too. He was not like any of the arrogant men she ran into at work. He nodded, and she followed him. They walked along a long corridor filled with photos. There were many empty spaces where pictures used to be. She bet the owner had removed them because the photos reminded him of his parents’ death. How sad was that? “How big is this operation?” She tried to tell herself she wasn’t calculating net worth, but analyzing a company’s balance sheet had



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become automatic to her over the last few months. “We have about ten hands, if that’s what you’re asking.” He set her cases down and pushed open a door. Guess he wasn’t comfortable discussing finances. Just as well. She wasn’t here to find a potential mate. If they could give her a few pointers on what to look for in a man, she’d consider the “vacation” a success. “Hope you like it. If you don’t, we can find you another room. We’ve got plenty of spares.” Except for the small white vase filled with yellow flowers, her bedroom was all male. Not a frill in sight. Pine bed, plaid bedspread, and a single pine dresser filled the rather large bedroom. The throw rugs looked handmade. Everything was simple yet clean. “This is great.” Just what she pictured a ranch bedroom would look like. “Good. I’ll bring in the other two cases. Then if you don’t mind, I’ve got to finish training Sadie. I’ll be out by the pen when you’re done freshening up. Come on down and I’ll show you what we do here.” He nodded and left so fast it was as if he was uncomfortable being around her. His attitude was not what she expected from her I know everything about sex guide, or had she misunderstood the whole concept of the fantasy ranch? She didn’t think so. The whole bondage and sex toys thing definitely implied some major teasing, though Rod didn’t say anything about these men using those devices. Rest assured, she wouldn’t be a willing participant in anything so kinky. Even though Deke implied he was staying at the main house, maybe the hunky cowboy wasn’t part of the package deal either. That would be too bad. She might like learning about this man’s needs and what he had to offer a woman. Stop daydreaming. Deke knocked a moment later, opened the door, and set her cases inside. “See you soon, I hope.” “Sure.”



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She unloaded her case files and sorted them in order of importance. In two weeks, she had to give a presentation on two copper companies. She wanted to study the shipping container sector, also, but that discussion wouldn’t happen for a while. Before she got too involved with number crunching, she thought it only polite to check out the ranch. It was possible they had Internet, allowing her to do real-time research. Wouldn’t that be a bonus? As Deke suggested, she dressed in blue jeans, a comfortable, loose shirt, and a pair of boots and headed outside to get her bearings. Scented with sage and mixed with the smell of horse, the November air was a delightful eighty degrees. The ranch odors were quite different from the exhaust-filled city streets of Phoenix. Deke’s soft voice mingled with the whinny of a horse. Interested to see what he was doing, she wandered over to the pen. Her breath caught. The muscular cowboy was inside a fifty-foot-wide pen with a beautiful white horse, whose head came up to Deke’s nose. She knew nothing about horses or cows for that matter, nor did she have a clue what it took to run a ranch, but she was interested in learning what was involved in managing such a large operation. Sad to say, she couldn’t even tell a mustang from an Arabian, other than the fact the latter was bigger. He motioned she come near. She moved to the waist-high, wooden fence and reached over the top rung to urge the pony closer. Deke stepped between her and the horse, spreading his arms to stop the horse from advancing. “She’s wild and might bite if you’re not careful.” She immediately tucked her hand behind her back. “You’re not afraid she’ll kick you?” Or even trample you? Dumb question, but she wondered how he handled being confined in a pen with a wild animal. “Sadie and I are getting used to each other. Besides, I can climb out pretty fast if I have to.” He smiled, and her stomach flip-flopped. The man oozed charm, and she bet he didn’t even know it. She wouldn’t mention the horse could probably jump the fence,



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too, but to be safe, she stepped away another foot. Deke moved forward, and the horse backed up until his hindquarters almost touched the fence. Deke held up a long, looped rope, half in each hand. “This is a lead rope and halter,” he explained. She figured he’d try to loop it over the horse’s neck. Instead, he inched forward, raised his hands, and rubbed the filly’s head. The pony huffed but remained still. “She likes that,” Christina said. “She sure does. As long as she doesn’t spook, I’ll reward her by petting her.” Deke stepped away and moved around nice and slow to the pony’s side, his gaze steady on the horse. He rubbed her neck then moved further behind her. Sadie must have realized the head petting was over and took off, trotting along the edge of the pen. Deke moved into the middle of the circle and tossed the rope at the horse. He missed. After he repeated the action a few times, her curiosity got the best of her. “Are you trying to put the rope over her neck?” He chuckled, and warmth shot straight to her stomach. “No. I want Sadie to get used to having a rope near her. This is an extension of my arm, like I’m petting her.” “Oh.” She had so much to learn about ranches and horses, and she guessed men, too. His approach to getting the horse used to him and the future harness was gentle and humane. She liked that. While she’d never seen horse breaking in person, she always thought the cowboy jumped on the horse and rode them until fatigue overtook the poor animal. Deke continued to talk soothingly to the horse. He cut in front of Sadie, who then changed direction. “Why do you want her to reverse course?” “I want her to know that I control where she goes. When she gets tired, she’ll realize standing still gives her the touch she so desires.” “Fascinating.” She wondered if that’s how he treated his women. Did he slowly



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get them to know him first with a soft touch then make his move? Maybe this exercise was supposed to teach her something about men and women, like a kinesthetic approach to learning. While she watched Deke work Sadie, her mind shot back to her two copper companies. Just this morning, she’d heard about a strike down in Chile and wondered how that would affect production and sales. “Hey, you must be Christina.” At the sound of the voice, she whipped around. In front of her stood the younger version of Deke, but this man had eyes a deeper shade of blue. Instead of the short, blond hair Deke sported, this man’s golden locks touched his shoulder. He was taller, too, but his body wasn’t quite as solid or muscular as his older brother’s. “Yes, I am.” She stuck out her hand to shake his. He did a slow, head-to-toe examination while clasping her palm. “Wow, darlin’. You are smokin’ hot.” Instead of letting go, he pulled her to his chest and kissed her. Her first instinct was to pull away, but the way he held her made her melt in his arms. He didn’t try to stick his tongue down her throat either, which she appreciated. Instead, he’d softened his lips and kissed her with passion, as if he’d been in the desert for months and needed her kiss to live. She was only here for a week, and the men were being paid a lot to show her how to enjoy her sexuality. She might be willing to take advantage of what they had to offer, but she did have limits. This man, however, did kiss nicely, and she wouldn’t be pulling away soon. Only when a second pair of hands touched her waist did she stiffen. The younger man leaned back and smiled. “Welcome to the Triple-M Ranch. I’m Brett, Deke’s younger brother.” Deke tugged her back as if he was trying to separate them. Certainly, he couldn’t be jealous. “Don’t you have some fence repair to do, or something?” Deke’s



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tone came out low, but it sounded like more of a command than a suggestion. Brett smiled. “Just making our guest feel welcome. Watching you can’t be all that exciting.” “I enjoyed it.” That was no lie. It also gave her time to let her mind wander over the pros and cons of the strength of the commodity markets. “I thought Christina might like to go for a ride,” Brett added. Uh-oh. “Ride?” “We have a lot of gentle horses if you’re a virgin.” His eyes twinkled, clearly implying the double entendre. Hiding her inexperience would do her no good. They’d find out soon enough when she attempted to mount the wild animal. “I am.” “Well, darlin’, you’ve come to the right place.” He picked up her hand again. “We’ll catch you later, bro.” “I have work to do.” She didn’t mind being outside for a few hours, but she couldn’t afford to run around all day. “Not on this ranch. Work is forbidden.” She turned toward Deke. “What were your plans?” Brett led her away before his brother answered. By the time she looked back at Deke, he’d hopped back over the corral fence. From his stride across the pen, he wasn’t happy his brother had interfered. Now there was an interesting set of family dynamics at work. Brett’s grip was firm, but not so tight that he strangled her fingers. She hoped he’d be as gentle with her as Deke was with Sadie. They entered a barn where there were about twenty stalls. “Wait here.” He went into one of them and walked out a large, brown horse that had a calm look about him. “This is Molly. She’s old but strong. She can handle carrying two of us.” He stepped across the aisle and picked up a step, like the kind little kids used to reach the sink. “Two?”



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“I thought since it was your first time, you’d be more comfortable sitting in front, getting used to the gait of the horse.” He made sense. She nodded to the stepping stool. “Do I need that?” “You’re tall, but until you figure out how to balance, it’s easier on Molly if you step up. Here, let me show you how to do it.” He got onto the top step, sprung up, and magically landed on the horse’s back. “Look’s easy enough, but why doesn’t she have a saddle?” Without stirrups, staying on would be tricky. “Since I’m taking the back, it’s a little more comfortable for me that way. Plus, it’s less weight on Molly.” In a flash, he was back on the ground. “Try it. I’ll help make sure you get up.” She wasn’t sure about any of this, but she did relish new experiences. She stepped on the wooden box. “What do I grab hold of?” She must not have been watching carefully enough. “The mane, but don’t tug too hard.” Like that was going to happen. “Don’t forget to bend your knees.” She bent down to jump up when Brett’s hand circled her waist and lifted her up, almost as if she were a small child. At the last second, she remembered to swing her leg over the horse’s back. “Wow.” “Easy, right?” “Only because you helped me.” She laughed, and the sound was almost foreign to her ears. In a flash, he was sitting behind her. He leaned forward and picked up the reins. His muscular chest pressed against the thin material of her shirt. How was she going to pay attention to the scenery with his strong, muscular body leaning against her? He placed his lips next to her ear. “Ready, darlin’?” No. “Yes.” The jolt forward drove her back against him. One hand circled her waist to hold her steady. She instinctively grabbed the mane, trying



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not to pull too hard. She had a million questions about where to put her legs and how to balance, but she figured Brett would let her know if she did something Molly wouldn’t like. The horse walked at an easy pace, but despite the slowness, the ride wasn’t all that comfortable. Her thighs were spread to the max around the big horse, and she had to tense her muscles just to hold on, even though Brett was there to steady her. At least he took it easy. He pointed up ahead. “There’s a real pretty grove at the base of the mountain. You up for a little faster pace?” “Sure.” Not really, but the faster they went, the sooner she could dismount and give her thighs a rest. He must have kicked the horse’s sides, because Molly took off like a greyhound chasing a rabbit. Adrenaline surged through her. Brett must have sensed her unease and tightened his grip. He splayed his fingers, probably to hold on to more of her, but in the process, his left thumb nudged against her right breast. Tingles shot through her. She didn’t know whether to cry out from fear or laugh from the joyful freedom of racing over the desert plains. She swayed and automatically reached out to hold on to something. “I got you. You won’t fall. Lean back and enjoy.” His soft words had a sexy overtone, and she swore her pussy dampened. Over the next twenty minutes as they headed for a copse of trees, her butt took a beating from the constant pounding. Her pussy was also not happy. She had yet to get the rhythm right, since she was always landing on the offbeat of the horse’s gait. Just when she was about to ask if they could stop for a break, Brett pulled up and jumped down. “Slide on off, and I’ll catch you.” Thank God. She leaned forward, held onto the mane for life, and swung her leg over the side. She would have landed on her butt had Brett not wrapped his arms around her. He carefully placed her on the ground, spun her around, and leaned forward to within inches of his



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delicious lips. Would he kiss her again? Or did he think it was her turn to reciprocate? She guessed she really did need a lesson in male protocol. They’d stopped under a large shade tree surrounded by a patch of green grass, which reminded her of her trips to New England in the summer. “Ready for your first lesson, darlin’?” From the glint in his eyes, he wasn’t talking about horseback riding.



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Chapter Three Her first lesson? How was Christina supposed to answer that question? Was he asking if she was ready to be ravished? Doubtful, given the resort restrictions. Standing under a tree would never occur in the real world, or rather the world of the politician. Here her mother thought she was sending her daughter to a place to make her the perfect political wife, and instead she ends up under a tree, standing inches from a man’s sexy body, a man who was ripe for kissing. Her father had taught her the old evasion technique. “What do you have in mind?” She tried to keep her tone light and flirtatious. “Just you wait and see.” What did that mean? He moved closer, if that was possible, and began to unbutton her shirt. Her instincts took over and she stopped him. “What are you doing?” She was up for a little education, but not a full-on assault right off the bat. “What does it look like? You came here to learn about the fine art of loving, right? I was told your fantasy was to be taken by a real man.” She pushed back. “What? I never put down any fantasy.” She fisted her hands. “My devious aunt must have sent that information in. Damn her.” No wonder Aunt Miriam hung up so fast the moment she’d asked about the fantasy requirements. He dragged a finger down her cheek, and her traitorous body liked it. “All women have the fantasy of wanting a man to take control, to do to them what they don’t have the courage to ask for.” So maybe her aunt hadn’t filled out any form, and he was just exposing his beliefs about what he thought the female population



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desired. “I’m not like other women.” Or was she? She loved having control and making her own decisions, but sometimes the pressure became too much. It might be nice not to have to worry about the dayto-day details that often overwhelmed her. For one week, she might let life happen. Nah. She was too uptight to let go completely. She’d enjoy Brett now, but as soon as she got back, she’d go over her prospectuses. It would be her way to gain control. On the other hand, if she was to be groomed for the political arena, she had to learn how to enjoy her downtime, right? Or was she rationalizing too much? He didn’t give her time to hash out her thoughts, for his nose nudged her head. He inhaled. “I love your scent, Christina. I promise I’ll only do what feels good to you.” This time when he unbuttoned her shirt, she didn’t stop him. How could she say no to someone so sweet? He’d stop if she asked, she was sure. Half-exposed, she looked around to see if some worker was nearby repairing a fence or something. Having someone stumble upon them would be so embarrassing and potentially scandalous. “No one’s here but us, darlin’. It’s all McKenna land.” He must have seen her gaze wander. “I can’t imagine living on a place where you own farther than you could see.” “That’s one of the reasons why I took the job here. I hate being crowded.” He untucked her shirt from her jeans, and cool air kissed her skin. Her breath hitched as his hands traveled from her waist to under her breasts. His eyelids lowered halfway. “You are so beautiful.” When the tips of his fingers reached the underside of her bra, he widened his arms and slipped the shirt off her shoulders. She should be swatting his hands, telling him to stop, but from the amazed look on his face, she didn’t want to. Every sweep of his eyes bolstered her



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confidence, making her believe he genuinely liked what he saw and that this wasn’t merely something he was paid to do. Her shirt floated to the ground. Even when he lowered one bra strap, she stood there, as if mesmerized by his touch, his strength, his command. If she could bring him into the boardroom, she bet he could convince any investor to buy, buy, buy. His thumb gently lowered the cup, nearly exposing her whole breast. Her panties dampened even more. Damn. Never had a man’s touch aroused her like this, and she wasn’t sure she liked giving up so much control. Yes, you do. She almost giggled as the line from Star Trek about resistance being futile raced through her mind. Brett leaned over and ran a tongue over the top of her tit. Oh, God. That felt so good. His hand rose to cup her breast, pushing it upward, exposing her more. So involved in the erotic sensations coursing through her, she didn’t feel his one hand reach behind her and pinch open her bra until he’d suckled her nipple and the bra dropped to the ground. It was too late now to turn tail. She arched her back a little and offered her breast to him. She’d never been so forward, but she wanted to experience what an expert lover would be like. He nipped the tip in return, and she jumped a little. “You are so sweet. I could feast off you for hours.” No corporate lawyer or financial analyst had ever used that line. Then again, she bet none of the men she’d dated could fix a fence or ride a horse like Brett could either. To think there were no bodyguards, and no one to censor what she did. For the first time in her life, she could be who she longed to be, with no repercussions. She’d go home in a week with no one the wiser. Hopefully, she’d learn a trick or two about getting what she wanted and make her mother proud. The seeming paralysis in her body began to unlock, and she wrapped her hands around his back, enjoying the play of his muscles with his every move. His kisses trailed upward to her collarbone then



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inward along her neck. His hips pressed against hers, and his hard erection let her know he wanted her. “You made an A on part one of your lesson,” he murmured into her ear. Part one? She loved that part, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to go to part two. Wasn’t that against the rules? But if Brett was willing, why not? No one would know, and he might just be able to melt the frozen tundra between her legs. His soft breath against her skin made her shiver in delight from head to toe. This man was a deathly force, and if she didn’t watch herself, she’d be naked and under him in a flash. Would that be so bad? No. He took her hand and pressed it against his rough jeans. “See how much I want you?” “Yes.” God, she was all breathy and needy, but the warmth between her thighs was wonderful, like she’d been hibernating forever and wanted to welcome the spring. Brett unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slid down the zipper. She should have wanted him to stop him, but knowing he couldn’t go too far, she let him continue with his amazing seduction. His hand slid along her bare skin. She held her breath, wondering if he’d be displeased with her Brazilian wax job. Totally nude women might turn him off. “Jesus, you’re sweet.” He dove his finger into her wet pussy then pulled partway out, landing on her clit. Oh, my God. Her bundle of nerves nearly exploded. He rolled the tip around, sending her to the moon and back. Her moan came out too loud. “Oh, God, Christina.” As if he’d been burned, he whipped out his hand. “Time to go. Get dressed.” What? “Why?” “I have ranch work to do.” That was bullshit. He’d ignited a fire then suddenly stopped. How fair was that?



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He whistled for Molly, who seemed to be enjoying some nearby sage. She refused to beg and hurriedly picked up her bra. “You don’t need that.” Before she could question him, he’d snapped the material out of her hands and stuffed it in his back pocket. No way it would fit, but she’d let him find that out for himself. “I hope you don’t expect me to ride back naked.” “No. I don’t want anyone else to sample you. You can’t trust any of the other hired hands. We don’t get into town very often, and if they see a woman like you, they’ll be all over you like flies on shit.” Nice analogy. “Not even your brother is allowed to tempt me? Or the third man in the party?” “Deke’s okay, and the third man’s the owner, Zach, but he decided he didn’t want to participate, so you’ll have to be taught by the two of us.” He scooped up her shirt and helped her thread her hands through the sleeves. “His decision suits me fine. It means more for me and Deke.” Instead of helping her button up, he tied the front into a knot under her breasts. “Perfect. Leave it.” She looked down. While the tips of her breasts were covered, more than half of her too-full tits were exposed. “I can’t run around like this.” “Like what? A hot, sexy woman any man would want?” He laughed. “You’ll have every dick on the ranch hard five seconds after they get an eyeful.” “Which isn’t safe.” She bet the hired hands had no rules to follow. “You got me to protect you, darlin’. Don’t worry. When the men see you with me, they won’t dare try to stake a claim. You’ll be all mine.” He squeezed her waist as if to punctuate his claim. He left her speechless. Brett patted Molly’s back and motioned she climb on. “How am I going to get up?” There wasn’t a stepping stool. He stuck out one leg, bent at the knee, and patted his thigh. “Use me.”



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That was not going to work. “I’ll fall.” “Try.” She carefully placed her instep on his thigh and pushed off. Brett lifted her butt upward and she nearly flew over the horse. She landed with a thud and grabbed the mane. When she tightened her thighs to keep from falling, her inner thighs revolted. She was already sore. By tomorrow, she’d be lucky to walk without a limp. Somehow he used the tree trunk as a stepping pad and was seated behind her in one easy motion. In a way, she didn’t want him to touch her anymore. It would only make her hornier. She’d been close to what she believed was a climax, and he’d stopped on purpose. Why? It wasn’t every day the sun comes out to heat the ice. Here, she thought only women were called teases. This man was worse. Molly took off at a speed too fast for her comfort, but she refused to complain. Every bounce pounded her pussy to powder, or so it seemed. After the eternal trip back, which probably only took fifteen minutes, Brett eased into the stables. He hopped down and reached up. She thought about asking for the step, but before she could, he’d grabbed her waist and eased her to the ground. “You good?” No, she wasn’t good. Her thighs were screaming, the entire area between her legs was in pain from more than the horse, and she was mad he’d only given her a taste of something she desperately wanted. “I’m great.” Surely he could see the lie on her face. “Dinner should be in a few, so you might want to clean up.” She hadn’t sweated, but she guessed she was covered in his handprints and dust and probably smelled of horse, too. “Sure.” She held out her hand. “My bra?” He grinned, retrieved it from his back pocket, and handed it to her. “Just so you know, you look so much hotter without one.” “I’d be hotter naked, but that ain’t going to happen anytime soon.” “Don’t be so sure of that, darlin’.”



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**** Deke had seen Brett and Christina ride in with her shirt blowing open, practically exposing those perky tits. What the hell had Brett done to her? They’d only been gone one hour and already he had her bra off, flapping in the wind from his back pocket. The fact she looked rather exhilarated pissed him off even more. What was his brother thinking, racing Molly so fast? Not only did he need to take it easy on the old mare, a novice rider would be in pain even after a short ride without a saddle. He needed to have a talk with his brother about proper protocol. But not before he saw that Christina was okay. He also needed to make sure Brett hadn’t broken the rule of no intercourse. If he had, the bet would be off and Brett might be doing double duty for a month. Given he probably smelled like Sadie, Deke showered first before checking on Christina. He passed Zach in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Often old Harvey dropped off the meal, the same fare he fed the hands, but Zach probably decided to cook something special for Christina’s first dinner. He knocked on her bedroom door and waited. No answer. “Christina?” He thought he could hear her talking. Rod had said he’d taken away her phone. Damn it, if Brett was in there trying to screw her on the first day, more than shit would hit the fan. Deke shoved open the door at the same moment Christina walked out of the bathroom with a skimpy towel around her long, lean body. Jesus. H. Christ. He froze. Not that he was purposefully looking, but he couldn’t help but notice how her bare pussy showed right below the towel. His cock thickened instantly. My God, she was a vision. Other than her eyes widening, she didn’t move a muscle. Say something. “Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were okay from your ride. I thought I heard Brett in here.” Lame.



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“No. He’s still in the barn as far as I know.” “You sore? Brett shouldn’t have ridden you so hard.” Shit. “I mean, he shouldn’t have ridden Molly so hard.” She smiled. “I knew what you meant.” He fell a little bit in love with her right then for excusing his slip of the tongue. The image of what Brett probably did with her flashed in his mind. He knew how fast his little brother worked. “Did Brett behave himself today?” He forced his hands to stay unclenched at his side. She blushed. Damn. “Sort of. He didn’t overstep his bounds, if that’s what you mean.” That helped relaxed him a bit. Leave. It was inappropriate as hell to be looking at her near-naked body, but his feet wouldn’t move. “Dinner’s almost ready.” Wasn’t he the smooth one? Here, she’d paid good money to be seduced, and he acted like he’d never been near a woman before. “Okay. Thanks. I need a few minutes to put on some clothes.” She couldn’t have made it more clear that he shouldn’t be here, but while he hadn’t intended to seduce her, if he didn’t “mark his territory,” so to speak, Brett would take over and he’d never get a chance to show her how a man should treat a woman. He took a step toward her. She didn’t back up, which meant she wasn’t horrified he was still there. “If you’ve never ridden before, I bet you’re going to be sore tomorrow.” She cocked her head. “Tomorrow? Try right now. Pulses are racing up my thighs as I speak.” He grinned. “I have just the thing to make it feel better, if you’ll let me.” He had horse liniment, but he doubted a woman would appreciate the smell. She laughed. “What? You going to massage my thighs?” “As a matter of fact, I am. We all in the ranch world know the sooner you get the blood flowing, the less pain you’ll be in tomorrow. Want to give it a try? I promise to behave myself.” He bet Brett never



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asked for her permission. He just took what he wanted. “I really had hoped to get some work done before dinner.” She serious? “Concentrating will be hard if every time you move, an ache races up your leg.” She bit down on her bottom lip as if she were weighing the validating of his statement. “Okay, but I’ll need to put on some panties.” “Sure.” It’s not like he hadn’t already gotten an eyeful. She grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. His cock was already so hard it pushed out the front of his jeans. Christina must know he wanted her, but he refused to act like he hadn’t gotten laid in a month, which he hadn’t. She came out looking more delicious. All she wore was a large Tshirt that had a picture of the earth on the front, with a Save Me slogan underneath, and he presumed a pair of panties. “Where do you want me?” Under me, beside me, anywhere you want to be as long as I can touch you. “Just get on the bed and relax.” He held up a finger. “You have any lotion? It might be easier on your skin.” “Right here.” She reached over to the nightstand and handed him a large bottle. He squirted some of the creamy goo on his hands and got ready to explore her wonderful body. So as not to spook her, he started at her calves and kneaded her flesh with just enough pressure to give relief, but not so intense to hurt. From the way her shoulders sank into the bed, she enjoyed the attention. He worked his way up to her knees then started on the other leg. Now came the hard part. “Why don’t you lie on your stomach? It’ll be easier that way.” Easier to get close to her sweet pussy that he wouldn’t touch. This time. “Okay.” She flipped over and stuffed her hands under the pillow cradling her head.



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He ached to pull down her panties and suck on her sweet little pussy, but then he’d be just as bad as his brother. With slow, deliberate strokes, he massaged her legs. The higher he went, the more sore she appeared to be, if her moans were any indication. “Is the pressure okay?” “Yes, but it hurts all the way up to the top. Make sure you go there.” Jesus, she had to be kidding. Surely, she understood what that implied. Hell, why hold back? She seemed to be asking to be touched intimately. “I bet riding bareback crushed some other parts of you, too.” He moved closer to her sweet spot. He prayed she’d say she wanted him to make her pussy feel better, because if his cock got any harder, it might crack. “You have no idea.” He slipped his thumb inside her panties, ready to retract the moment she acted skittish. She moaned instead, and his balls tightened. Using both thumbs, he pushed the silky material inward and rubbed her naked mound. “That help at all?” “Oh, yes.” He never imagined she’d be so wanton. Maybe he should thank Brett for getting her ready for him. “Let me just slip these off for better access.” When she didn’t balk, a few drops of cum dribbled out his cock and stained his jeans. He tugged his shirt lower. He slid the panties over her hips and down her legs, removing one leg from the confinement. Dear God, she was beautiful. What she did to him. Be careful not to make her uncomfortable. Continuing to rub the soreness around the outside of her mound, every once in a while he dragged his thumb over her wet pussy to gauge her reaction and to see how far he could go. “Does that feel good, too?” “Mmm.” She wiggled her hips, and he had to inhale just to keep it



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in his pants. He loved her scent, a mixture of lavender soap and woman. Taking a chance, he pushed open her legs wide and scooted down between her thighs. He licked her pussy quickly, and she bucked off the bed. “Easy there. You’ll feel so much better in a moment.” He placed a hand on her butt to keep her from moving. He explored her with his tongue and with his fingers, loving the feel of her ribbed walls. What he wouldn’t give to have his cock wedged tight inside her, but that couldn’t happen. “Can I roll over?” she asked. “Absolutely.” He moved out of the way. She flipped and raised her hands over her head, looking too delicious. This was not going to work. He couldn’t eat her and not fuck her afterward. He was too hard, and too turned on. As if the god of cocks was looking after him, someone knocked hard on the door then pushed it open. He looked up to see the identity of the intruder. “Zach.” His brother’s lips were pressed together, and his fists clenched at his side. Christina dragged her T-shirt down to cover herself. “I was working the soreness out of—” “Don’t care. Dinner’s ready.” He shot a look of disgust at Christina then huffed out, slamming the door shut in his wake. “Who was that?” she asked. He’d been about to say his brother but stopped in time. That would have been fatal. “The owner.” “I take it he doesn’t approve of me being here.” “Oh, I think he approves, especially after he saw you, but he claims he won’t participate in your education.” A small smile came to her lips. “We’ll have to see about that.” He did not like her comment one bit.



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Chapter Four Zach took the pan off the heat and set it aside. He shouldn’t be upset. Hell, he’d caught both his brothers in the act many times, but never with someone who looked like so much like Maria, the only woman he’d ever loved. The question that kept rattling around his head was whether this Christina person had duped his family and Rod. Wasn’t she supposed to be rather innocent? Politicians’ children often led sheltered lives. Either this was her first taste of freedom or she’d lied. It could be his two siblings were slicker than he gave them credit for, and they’d been able to easily seduce her, but he doubted it. If he and his brothers had owed money, which they didn’t, he might think she was a debt collector, checking up on their lifestyle. So who was she really? Had she been hired by a jealous neighbor to investigate where they purchased their livestock? He mentally slapped his head. Paranoia was an ugly trait. Before he could come up with any answers, Brett ambled in and sat down at the unset table. “You meet Christina yet?” “Unfortunately.” “Whoa. What’s biting your ass?” “She remind you of anyone?” His brother’s face remained blank. “No.” “Maria?” Brett waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing like her. Trust me.” Maybe his imagination had caught him off guard. He ought to bury his grief for the evening. “Set the table, will ya?” Brett shrugged and got up.



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His lack of lip was a nice change. Brett still acted as if Mom were alive doing everything for him. Feet sounded down the hallway. Zach stiffened, not mentally ready to eat dinner with someone who might be a threat to his family. When Christina came into the kitchen, she was all smiles. Her hair was damp from her shower and her face had a rosy color to it. No surprise, given what Deke had just done to her. This was more proof Christina wasn’t who she claimed to be. He placed the steaks on the island, along with the baked potatoes and green beans. “Help yourselves.” Beer in hand, he pulled out a seat at the head of the table. He would have preferred sitting outside, alone, but observing the newcomer might be wiser. Brett and Deke vied for her attention, and she seemed to glow from their responsiveness. Deke asked about her job, and she went into the right amount of detail about what she did, enough to show she knew her stuff, but not too much to bore. After fifteen minutes, he decided to cut to the chase. “So Christina, could you ever imagine yourself living on a ranch, away from the shops and the high-stress life?” He knew the answer, but he wanted his brothers to understand this woman would be gone in six days with no regrets. Deke was the one who got hurt too easily. Brett didn’t give a damn about many things, but from the way he was ogling her, this might be the one woman he’d want to stay. “I will admit, I was not happy when my mother insisted I come here. You pegged me right. I like to shop and go out to dinner, but in the one day I’ve been here, there’s this calm that seems to be surrounding me. I like it.” He bet. “I understand the calm part.” Her reaction was not what he wanted to hear. Zach picked up his plate and dumped it in the sink. “Deke, since you’re getting the good accommodations this week, how about you



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clean up?” Christina stood. “No, let me.” Both his brothers jumped up. Shit. She had them eating out of hand already. “We’ll all help,” Brett said. “I don’t care who cleans up. Just get it done.” His two siblings glared at him, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was his beer and some peace and quiet, away from the image of Christina spread-eagle in his house on a bed he’d shared with Maria. **** It was close to midnight by the time Zach went inside. He’d enjoyed his quiet time, listening to the cows moo and the horses whinny. These sounds and smells were what made life good. Okay, one aspect was lacking. He’d like to be able to share this life with someone. Seeing his brother with Christina brought home the fact he had no one and probably would be alone for a long time. Running the ranch took most of his time, and he’d had no luck finding someone who was as excited about the ranch as he was. Besides, he was young, relatively, and had time. He just hoped his two brothers continued to help with the ranch. His ultimate dream was that they’d want to stay here and raise a family with one woman, one very special woman. He went in through the kitchen door and expected silence. The demands of running the ranch required all three of them hit the hay by ten, but apparently tonight was an exception. A much-too-loud TV and a lot of laughter met him. His blood pressure spiked. His brothers must be in the media room watching movies and probably entertaining Christina. A part of him was a little jealous they were having a good time. He strained to remember a time in the last year when he’d laughed as much. He came up blank. He told himself he wanted to check on the



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group to make sure his brothers hadn’t tied her up or done something against her will. When Brett was involved, there was no telling what might occur. Zach walked into the room, and the sound from the comedy hurt his ears, but that’s not what disturbed him. Deke and Brett had Christina’s blouse open and were sucking on her perfectly shaped tits. His cock strained against his fly. At least she seemed to be enjoying the dual assault. Given the stack of beer bottles in front of them, he wondered if she’d remember much tomorrow. This woman didn’t know his brothers at all. Whether she’d enticed them or not, firstnight protocol had been breached. He walked over to the TV and hit the power button. He expected jeers, but none of them said anything, as if they were too enthralled with the newcomer to comment. Enough was enough. “Time to call it quits, guys.” He sounded like his father. He could remember when Dad would shut off the TV if he and his brothers stayed up past bedtime. Deke stopped what he was doing and looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a stupid look on his face. Brett hiccupped. Clearly, they’d all had way too much to drink. “What’s your problem? That movie was good.” Like they were watching any of it? Zach stepped over to Christina and held out his hand to help her up. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” Brett half stood then dropped back onto the seat. Shit. Both were stinking drunk. What were they thinking? This would only prove to Christina his brothers were cavemen. She looked at both of her cohorts and grabbed his hand. He pulled her up, and her knees collapsed. “Easy.” Zach was able to wrap an arm around her waist before her butt hit the ground. “Whoops.” She giggled, and his anger softened. She was too cute. Fearing she might trip on the way to her bedroom, he swept her into his arms. Despite her impossibly long legs, she weighed less than



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a bale of hay. She placed her head on his shoulder and pressed her palm to his chest. That little movement nearly did him in. He didn’t want to like her, but there was a tiny voice inside his head that said she was the victim here. When he reached her room, he opened the door and deposited her onto the bed, expecting her to straighten herself out. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the side as if she’d already dozed off. He swung her legs onto the bed. So as not to get the beige comforter dirty, he removed her boots and socks. Pink nail polish covered her delicate, manicured toes. She looked so young and innocent. Christina opened her eyes and must have realized she was in her bed for she tried to unbutton her jeans. Her fingers kept slipping. “Here, I’ll do that.” He pretended he was a father and she a young girl. If he hadn’t, who knows what he would have done. Zach swatted her hands away when she tried to help undo the button. He pulled down the zipper and slid off her pants in a few short tugs. To his dismay, the tight jeans also took her panties with him. Seeing her bare snatch made him harder. Shit. He must have been staring, for Christina lifted up on her elbows. “You like it?” Caught. Damn. “Good night.” “You don’t want to help me?” Glancing back, he saw she’d pulled her up her panties. “Help you with what?” “Deke buttoned my blouse up wrong.” She fumbled with the buttons then burped. “Whoops. Sorry.” Aw hell, she probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning anyway. He kept his gaze focused on the task at hand and undid her blouse. As he slid the sleeves down her arms, he realized his mistake. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he immediately averted his gaze, though God knows he wanted to look, to taste, but mostly to



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enjoy. “You’ll need some aspirin. Where’s your nightgown?” “Nightgown?” She frowned and acted as though she’d never heard the word before. He walked over to the cedar chest and pawed through her belongings until he pulled out an oversize T-shirt. After tossing it to her, he strode into the bathroom and retrieved two aspirin and a glass of water. Back in the room, he handed her the pills and glass. “Take these.” She managed that task but still hadn’t put the shirt on. She sat there naked. Bad, carnal thoughts bombarded his mind. As the head of the family, he had to keep it together. “Fine. Sleep naked.” He pulled back the covers, lifted her naked body, and slid her into the sheets. Her arms wound around his neck, and he barely managed to hold in a groan. Her smooth skin took his mind to all the wrong places. “Kiss me.” She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. “No.” He reached behind him and pried off her fingers. “Why don’t you like me?” He did not need this conversation. “I never said I didn’t like you.” “Then play with my pussy and make it up to me. Those mean men only teased me tonight, and I’m really horny.” That comment was supposed to make him feel special? “You’re drunk. Good night.” He strode out before she asked him to do something he couldn’t refuse. **** Christina opened her eyes. Her tongue was thick and her stomach achy, but there wasn’t the usual head pounding she got when she drank too much, which fortunately wasn’t often. She tried to sort



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through last night’s events. The movie had been funny and they’d all laughed until it hurt. She couldn’t remember the last time thoughts of income statements and balance sheets hadn’t entered her mind for an entire evening. It was as if all the stress of the last month had disappeared the moment she stepped onto this ranch. Maybe it was because Deke had made them popcorn, and Brett kept the beer coming. She’d been so relaxed, she didn’t balk when Brett started playing with her tits. She tried swatting his hands away so she could finish watching TV, but he’d been insistent. His touches were light and exciting. One thing led to another, and then Deke started on the other side, and she got into the wonderful sensations. She must have dozed, because all of a sudden, someone came into the room and turned off the TV. She thought it was Zach, but her memory was a little fuzzy. Her mental vision cleared. Oh, shit. He’d carried her to her room. On her first night here she gets drunk with two hired hands. How uncool was that? She’d woken up naked. Oh, my God. Did Zach strip her, or had Deke or Brett done the deed? Her pussy wasn’t sore, so she didn’t think she’d had sex. If Zach saw her naked, he’d think the worst of her and dislike her even more. The glowing alarm clock read 5:30 a.m. Maybe if she got up and fixed breakfast, it might help make up for her actions last night. She sat up and immediately regretted her move. Her headed pounded. Too bad, she had to move, achy body or not. After she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she put on the most conservative outfit she’d packed and headed to the kitchen. The refrigerator door’s light allowed her to find the overhead light switch. She wasn’t sure what the men would want for breakfast but figured she couldn’t go wrong with pancakes and sausages. She set the table, prepared the batter, and turned on the coffeemaker. About fifteen minutes later, Zach arrived. His step faltered the moment he noticed her, but he didn’t say anything, which



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probably was a good thing. “Good morning.” She used her cheeriest voice. “Thanks for the aspirin last night. It helped.” Please don’t say anything about me being naked or I’ll shrink from embarrassment. He grunted some response, about what she couldn’t tell. Note to self. Zach was not a morning person. Retract that. Zach just might be a bear all the time. He poured coffee into his cup and headed to the back door. “I’m making pancakes and sausage. Don’t you want any?” “No.” The door slammed behind him. “What a jerk.” “Who’s a jerk?” She whipped around. “Brett! No one. I’m making pancakes and sausage. You want some?” “Does a homeless man want to win the lottery?” She smiled. At least she hadn’t alienated everyone. As she was serving Brett, Deke rolled in. His eyes were a little bloodshot, but he still looked good. She wanted to ask them about her state of dress, or rather undress, last night but feared that might lead to something she didn’t want to explore this early in the morning. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. “How are you feeling?” “Remind me not to try to keep up with Brett in the drinking department.” She chuckled. “Try aspirin before you go to bed next time.” She waved to the table. “Have a seat and I’ll bring over breakfast.” “This will be a nice change. You see Zach this morning?” “Yes. He took a cup of coffee and left.” “Sounds like him.” Once they were seated, the exchange seemed natural and easy. It was a good thing Zach wasn’t there. No doubt he would have brought down the breakfast party. So why did she want to get to know him? Last night she’d learned his fiancée had died a short time after his



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parents, but erecting a shield around his heart wouldn’t help him heal. She was no psychologist, but she knew that much about human nature. After serving the breakfast, which she had to admit was quite good, Deke picked up his plate, washed it, and put the dish in the dishwasher, as if the movement was as natural as brushing his teeth in the morning. “Brett,” Deke said, “I’m going to see that the men are up then check out the fence on the west side of the property that was broken a few days ago.” Brett nodded and repeated the same cleaning process Deke had done. “Darlin’, I hate to leave you this morning, but I have a little business in town. When I get back, I promise we’ll do something fun, okay?” “Sure.” He was probably dreaming up something that was more sexually frustrating in nature than fun. With the extra time, she could get some work done. As if they’d done it for the last ten years, they each gave her a quick kiss good-bye and headed out to start their chores. Alone in the house, she figured her first duty was to clean up the breakfast dishes. Once she finished that chore, she wandered into the home theatre room. Dear God. Popcorn and beer bottles were strewn everywhere. She didn’t remember making such a mess, but then again, she didn’t remember how she ended up being naked either. Regardless, someone had to make this right. Miracles of all miracles, she actually found the vacuum cleaner and all the cleaning supplies in a large closet off the kitchen. To her surprise, she enjoyed going through the house straightening up. Even though Deke said the maid came once a week, she bet Zach would appreciate the help. By the time she finished, the sun had been up for at least three hours. She wandered around the downstairs and found the office, and more importantly a computer. Booting it up, she was excited to find Internet access. She raced upstairs, gathered some papers, and returned. She spent the next hour copying and printing news stories



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and market data. Without a flash drive to back up the material, there wasn’t much more she could do. After shutting down, she stashed her work. Figuring Zach must be hungry after skipping breakfast, she returned to the kitchen, made a sandwich for him, and filled a thermos with hot coffee. She hoped he’d see this as a peace offering. The problem was she had no idea where he was. No one was in the corral, so she decided to check the barn. If the place had ten workers like Deke claimed, she was bound to run into one of them who could direct her to the boss man’s location. As soon as she stepped into the barn, the sweet smell of hay that had perfumed the air hit her. It took a moment to decide she liked the earthy scent. She spotted someone hefting bales of hay into the back of a truck. His muscles rippled across his sweat-stained back. “Excuse me.” The man turned around. Whoa. It was Zach. The front of his shirt was open, exposing a glorious chest. Every part of her jolted from the glorious specimen. She pulled her gaze up to his face. “What do you want?” he said in his usual, not-so-friendly tone. She would not be put off by his bad behavior. “I thought you might be hungry.” He seemed to study the thermos and the bag she held in her hand. “Leave it.” She had enough of his rude behavior. She’d done nothing to deserve his disdain, other than maybe allow his brothers to get her naked. “You know, a thank-you wouldn’t hurt.” When he didn’t blink, she stepped even closer. She didn’t flinch, though in a flash he could lash out at her. “Tell me what I did to piss you off. Or are you always in a foul mood?” He kept his gaze on her, even as he removed the bag from her hand. He broke eye contact only for a second to check out what she’d brought. “You make this?” “No, the tooth fairy did.” She could have sworn there was a hint of a smile. “It’s not poison, if that’s what you’re thinking.”



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He took a bite. “This is good. I was hungry.” “Eating breakfast starts the day off well.” He almost cracked a smile, and her heart fluttered. He picked up the thermos and tossed back a large part of the contents. A second later his eyes watered, and he pushed the drink away. “Shit, that’s hot.” “That’s what thermoses do. They keep the drink hot. Wouldn’t you have been angry if I’d brought lukewarm coffee?” He widened his eyes and blew out a breath. “You have a point, but damn, you didn’t have to make it boiling hot.” When he inhaled, his chest expanded, giving her a magnificent view of his pecs. He’d softened a bit after he had a bite, and she was dying to know what it would be like to run her hands down his chest. Never before would she have considered touching a man whose body glistened with sweat, but this man looked good that way. She reached out to test the waters, but his hand grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” Now she sounded like Brett. “Did you mean what you said last night?” His lids lowered and he held her gaze. Desire flooded his eyes, and she came close to melting. She didn’t remember saying much other than maybe an occasional groan. “What did I say?” “That you wanted to fuck me, and even begged me to do you.” Her memory might not be crystal clear about last night, but she never said that. “That is such a lie.” “What part of ‘play with my pussy’ didn’t you mean?” Her mouth opened then shut. The words had a familiar ring. “I said that?” “You don’t remember?” He moved toward her, and she stepped backward. He picked up a towel and wiped his face, then dragged off his shirt. He ran the towel over his hard pecs and down his ripped stomach in a slow, seductive manner as if he wanted her to want him. Damn, but she did.



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She swallowed, trying to keep from staring. He kept advancing. “You want to pick up where you left off? I know you’re just a cocktease, but I’m willing to put that aside.” “Me? It’s your two men who fit that bill.” Shit. She shouldn’t have implied she was horny. His lids lowered as he advanced, and her defrosted pussy went into overdrive. Why she wanted to experience Zach, she had no idea, but if he showed her any part of his soul, it would be worth the sexual frustration. He owned the ranch and would never jeopardize his reputation by having sex with her. Maybe she should call his bluff. After all, she was here to learn. This man had more passion than Brett and Deke put together, but would he be as good a teacher as them when he touched her? His shoulder muscles flexed and hardened. “Are you turning me down now?” “Not exactly, but remember, we can’t fuck, as you so politely put it.” She placed a hand on her hip and held her ground. Without breaking his gaze, he picked up a rope. In less time than it took to blink, he was on her, pressing his lips to hers. Every inch of her body burst into flames. This man was hot. He dragged her hands behind her and wrapped her wrists together. She struggled. “Don’t. You want this,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you do.” She stopped, the blood pounding so hard in her body she could barely hear herself think. He walked her backward until her body hit a wall. “I want you helpless.” He licked her neck and her knees weakened. She didn’t see him grab a second rope, but he managed to loop it through her bindings and tie it to something on the wall, so that she was fastened tight against it. He stepped back and smiled. “My favorite position.” She’d worn a modest, button-down shirt, which he opened in short



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order. Her bra clasped in back, so he wouldn’t be able to remove it since her hands were tied. Ha. Wrong. His knife sliced through both straps. Once he unhooked the back, he tossed the ruined lingerie on the ground. Her breasts were totally exposed. The cold air pebbled her nipples, and she never felt more alive. “That was a Victoria’s Secret bra.” As if he had any idea the cost of the classy item. “You have the most perfect tits.” Hadn’t he heard her? He tapped the tip with a finger, and her pussy went into overdrive. One touch. That’s all it took. “Thanks.” She failed to remove the sarcasm from her voice. She was pissed he’d made her so weak with a mere look and a tiny touch. “I’ll buy you a boatload of them if you wish. Right now, I’m enjoying the view.” She didn’t give a damn about replacing the bra, but his willingness to repay warmed her heart. His blue eyes had darkened with desire. Uh-oh. He ran a hand from her lips, over her chin, in between her breasts, to her waist. “I want to strip you naked and do things to you that will make you climb the wall. The ecstasy will be beyond your wildest imagination.” Yes, yes, yes. Do it. Too bad her mouth couldn’t form the words.



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Chapter Five Zach’s gaze was as intense as a leopard ready to pounce for dinner. “Lift up your foot,” he commanded. Christina obeyed, helpless not to. It was almost as if he’d hypnotized her and she’d follow his every command. Zach removed her boot and sock. “Now the other one.” All that was left of her attire were her jeans and panties. He moved close enough for her to smell the earthy scent of man and hay. He lowered his head on top of her hair and kissed the crown. She inhaled to memorize this moment. With an ease that only comes from experience, he unbuttoned then unzipped her jeans. When he moved away, she experienced a loss from his powerful presence. Zach knelt in front of her and lowered her jeans in one smooth drag, partly taking her panties with them. She could have sworn he inhaled when he exposed her pussy. She was sure her scent was strong, full of need and clearly wanting. After another tug, the jeans came off, but he left her there with her shirt down around her elbows and her panties at thigh level. “Spread your legs.” She moved one leg to the side, but the black lace prevented her from opening wider. “Is that the best you can do?” He looked up and his eyes gleamed. She cocked her head to the side. “Yes.” He must have realized her dilemma and allowed her to step out of her underwear. Having freedom to move, she widened her stance, presenting herself to him. Using one finger, he dragged his digit down her opening. Her pussy nearly exploded from the touch.



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“You are amazing.” It wasn’t the words that thrilled her so much as the way he said them with awe and appreciation. She sucked in an audible breath when he fully opened her pussy lips with his thumbs. Her body tingled in anticipation of his more intimate touch. She knew in another minute he’d send her over the edge. Instead of the mouth she so desired, he did nothing but stare at her for what seemed forever. Was he waiting for permission? Not Zach. He was the type of man who knew what he wanted and took it. To his credit, she’d pushed and enticed him hopefully enough to give her what she wanted. She prayed he’d finally let go of his tight selfcontrol. His shoulders sagged as if he broke. With his tongue he explored her, licking her around and around until her walls contracted. “More.” Damn, she hadn’t meant for that to slip out. He leaned back, and a broad smile captured his lips, dimpling his cheeks. Who knew he could be so devastatingly handsome? “If that little touch excites you, then you’re in for a big surprise.” God. Would she be able to stand it much longer? He stopped just when she was close to bursting. The tip of his finger poked her clit, forcing her to rise up on her toes. Once more, he leaned in and sucked the hard nub until her knees nearly buckled. “You are the most sensitive woman I’ve ever met.” His breath cascaded over her opening. “Is that a good thing?” She hoped so, or did it mean she was just easy? When Zach was touching her, her mind lost its ability to think clearly. “Yeah, babe, that’s a very good thing.” Babe? Her heart soared. She shouldn’t be so turned on by this moody man, but she was. Inexplicably, she wanted to help heal him. He rose to his feet. Every muscle tensed. “You can’t be done.” He laughed. Actually laughed. “No. I just haven’t given enough



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attention to those delicious tits.” Her heart couldn’t beat any faster. Adrenaline flooded every muscle in her body. She dragged her gaze from his too-handsome face down to the bottom of his open shirt and caught sight of the huge bulge in his pants. Uh-oh. Her ego was pleased, but she had no idea what he’d do now. One thing she could count on was that despite his gruff exterior he’d never hurt her. “You haven’t given enough attention to my pussy either. You’ve made it worse, in fact.” Don’t whine. That can’t be an attractive trait. He grinned. “Don’t you worry. I’m letting you stew a little longer.” As if her breasts had a mind of their own, her nipples hardened and her back arched, as if begging for more. His rough hands cupped both tits. He ran his thumbs back and forth over the tips. Each time, more fire built in her belly. She wanted him, though she’d never beg. “You love being touched, I see.” Yes. His mouth came down on her breast, and he lightly bit the tip. A shot of pain was followed by an intense carnal need. Do it again. Zach plucked the other nipple, then without any forewarning, plunged two fingers into her pussy. She jumped. “Oh, God.” “That’s right, babe. Come for me.” He lifted his head and captured her mouth. She opened her lips, and before she had a chance to taste him, his tongue delved in and mated with hers. The tweaking, plunging, and dipping overwhelmed her. Blood pounded in her head and she thrust her hips forward to feel more of him. She closed her eyes and stars burst behind her lids. As if a volcano had erupted inside her, she exploded, sending juices down his fingers. Zach pulled out and stood back. “First time, babe?” “Huh?” Oh, yeah. Climax. “I think so.” He grinned and untied the ropes that held her hands. “Good, now



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get dressed.” She expected him to stay around, talk to her, wrap an arm around her waist. Instead, he adjusted the bulge in his pants and strode away. “Where are you going?” she called. His boots smacked against the hard ground, but he didn’t answer. Soon there was only silence. She rubbed her wrists then picked up her ruined bra and tossed it in a trash barrel. She’d pulled on her panties when more footsteps sounded. Aha. Zach couldn’t stay away. She knew it. “Whoa, darlin’.” She clasped a hand over her breasts. “Brett, what are you doing here?” He grinned and approached. “The better question is what are you doing here all naked, sexy, and ripe for plucking?” She didn’t like the word plucking. She wasn’t some commodity. What a contrast between him and the hard-to-understand owner. “Zach wanted to teach me a few things.” He cocked a brow. “Really. Just what did he teach you? Anything I couldn’t do?” Yes. Some. “Not really. You two are quite different.” “You have no idea.” She slid one sleeve up to her shoulder when he stopped her with a stay of his hand. “Now why would you want to get dressed when you know I can satisfy you?” He looked down at her with lust in his eyes. Even though she was still very horny, she needed to think about what happened and why Zach had left so suddenly. She ignored Brett’s request and put on the shirt. “Is this a competition or something to see who’s the best at teasing me?” Something mysterious flashed in his eyes, but the image was gone before she could blink again. “No.” He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. “Can’t you see how happy I am to see you?”



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“Yes.” She buttoned her shirt, and the heat in his eyes lessened. “Did you happen to pass Zach on your way in here?” He stepped back. “Yes. He looked pissed.” She wasn’t sure she bought that. “Well, he was smiling when he left me.” “Did you fuck him?” His tone was even, but his muscles in his shoulders had tightened. “No. That’s not part of the plan.” He scooped up her jeans and held them out. “Okay, then. I came here to tell you I fixed lunch.” Lunch. He came all the way to the barn to tell her that? Somehow she doubted that. A ranch hand might have caught a glimpse of her with Zach and gone running to the house to tell. With her and Zach busy, he had to fix the meal. “I meant to make something. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. You’re our guest.” “I still wanted to contribute. It’s the right thing to do.” “Oh, you contribute a lot to our happiness. Come on.” When they got back to the main house, Deke was in the kitchen making the sandwiches. So much for Brett helping out. Zach wasn’t in sight. She was so conflicted. She wanted Zach, but she loved Deke’s soft touches yet at the same time desired Brett’s easygoing style. The best solution would be to have all three and then decide. Stupid. You’re leaving in a few days. **** “You found her naked?” Deke paced out by the corral and slapped the top rail, spooking Sadie. Brett slapped his hat against his thigh. “Totally in the buff. I tell ya, she was so hot I had to use every ounce of restraint not to throw her on the straw and fuck her.” He pressed his lips together. “I saw some cut rope on the ground nearby. You know what that means?”



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“Yeah, big brother tied her up. Jesus. And you’re saying Zach didn’t stay around to help her get dressed after what he did to her?” He shook his head. That act probably pissed him off more than anything. “How did she seem? Was she upset?” “I wish. She glowed, though I think she was a little pissed he walked out on her.” Sadie pranced over and Deke rubbed her head. “Good girl.” He turned back to Brett. “Maybe Zach got too excited and had to leave before he did anything stupid.” “Doesn’t matter the reason, he never should have left her like that.” “Agreed.” So much for Zach’s promise not to participate. “You’re probably right about him being too horny. I’m not sure he’s slept with anyone since Maria, but we can’t let him have the upper hand. What do you think we should do?” Deke moved away from the fence and dusted off his hat on his leg. “We double-team her.” Coming from Deke, that surprised him. “I know I just said I wanted to fuck her, but you know we can’t.” The rules were the rules. He’d even made up half of them. “I didn’t say have intercourse. Rod sent over a box of sex toys. Maybe we could both try them out on her.” A large grin captured his lips. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. He include any butt plugs? You know how much I’d love to try one out on her tight ass.” “As luck would have it, yes.” He pumped his fist. “What time would you like to make these toys for her pleasure?” “Tonight. After she goes to bed.” “I like the way you think, brother.” His cock hardened thinking about what he was going to do with



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Chapter Six Even though Zach stopped in for dinner, one she’d carefully prepared, by the way, he wasn’t in any better mood than when he’d flown through the kitchen this morning. Here she thought that after what he did with her this afternoon, he’d be more upbeat. After much thought, she decided she didn’t want him anyway. He was too moody. Then why can’t I stop thinking about him? She wouldn’t confront him about his bad attitude in front of the men, as that would be totally unprofessional, but she would find out his issues somehow. Was he a stick-in-the-mud only because his fiancée had died? Yes, that would be an overwhelming blow to anyone, but after a year, his outlook should have improved. Or was his ranch in trouble? Now there was a sobering thought. After dinner, Zach mysteriously disappeared and both Brett and Deke seemed to have pressing issues to attend to. One of the hands had come in to say a cow was sick and would Brett take a look, so his departure was legitimate. Deke claimed he needed to do some work on the finances and left. She found it strange that a foreman would handle the money, but maybe Zach was a hands-off manager. Having finished what she could do of her research, she wandered into the expansive library. She didn’t expect to find much in terms of fiction, but when she reached the far wall, she was surprised there were all sorts of romances. Mrs. McKenna must have been an avid reader, and most likely Zach never had the heart to toss her books. That was sweet, in a sentimental way. She didn’t think he’d mind if she read one. She owned a Kindle but never thought she’d have the time to read for pleasure, so she left



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it at home. Since the men said they planned on getting a decent night’s sleep tonight, she headed to her bedroom with book in hand. After she took her shower, the second one today, she climbed into bed and opened the paperback. In the middle of chapter three, a soft knock sounded on her door. “Yes?” Deke peeked his head in. “Can we come in?” We? She assumed Brett was right behind. She looked down to make sure nothing was exposed. “Sure.” The younger brother trailed behind with a box in hand. Both sat on the bed, making her heart race a bit faster. “We have a surprise for you,” Brett said. Normally, she liked surprises, but from the way he was smiling, she wasn’t sure if she could take any more sexual frustration. “What is it?” Deke answered her question to Brett. “Brett told me how Zach left you stranded in the barn, all naked and needy.” She shot a glance in the traitor’s direction. “It was embarrassing enough for you to see me. You didn’t have to blab.” “Darlin’, I was only trying to help.” She wasn’t sure how tattling helped anyone. “Sure you were.” As if to prove his point, Brett opened the box and pulled out a jar. “This cream is direct from the resort. It’s supposed to heighten your experience.” She’d already soared higher today than any human had ever flown, but she didn’t want to rub it in their faces. “Oh, yeah?” She wasn’t sure where this cream would be applied, but she didn’t want to look totally ignorant, so she kept her questions to herself. “Can we try it on your pretty body?” Brett looked like a five-yearold ready to have his best gift opened. What harm could come? They seemed so eager and she hated to disappoint them. “Okay, but take it easy on me.”



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Deke and Brett stood, placed her book on the nightstand, and lowered the blanket, exposing her large T-shirt. She owned a nightgown, but ever since Zach had picked out this tee, she’d wanted to wear it every night. Deke shook his head. “I think we need to take you lingerie shopping.” She laughed. She’d keep the reason for the T-shirt to herself. “Your idea of a nightgown would consist of a thong and pasties.” Brett waved the cream. “You might be right. Now we want you to relax.” He opened the jar, dug out a handful of the cream, and lifted her long T-shirt. “What are you doing?” She slapped the shirt down. “It’s pussy cream.” “I’ve never heard of a product like that.” For ten grand maybe she should reconsider. “Go for it.” Both men smiled. While Brett carefully piled the cream on her naked pussy, Deke sorted through the box, as if he wanted the perfect item. He pulled out what looked like clothespins. Her mind shot to two erotic spots where they might fit. Heat suddenly seared her insides. “What is that stuff?” “It getting you hot?” “Yes.” Not only did the cream make her skin warm, it made her in need of stimulation something bad. Waves of contractions rippled down her walls. This was definitely not good. It only served to make her hornier, of the three-toed frog variety. Brett dug out a two-pronged vibrator. “I know this is small, darlin’, but it’s all Rod sent over. Just close your eyes and think it’s me, okay?” Anything to ease the pulses and need shooting rapidly through her. “Hurry.” Both men leaned over her, Brett between her legs and Deke at her breasts.



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Deke clipped one pin to her nipple, causing her to suck in a breath. She was about to take it off when the pain turned to pleasure. “That good?” he asked. She swallowed. “Yes.” Her breath came out too wispy. He put on the other one, but Brett had yet to insert the mechanical object in her pussy. One time she tried a dildo at the urging of her friends, but it failed to arouse her. This time, with Brett at the helm, she might enjoy the ride. “Brett, you ready?” Deke asked. “Ready.” She wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but she didn’t want to stop them. Deke ran his fingers down the sides of her breasts and Brett rubbed the inside of her thighs. The heat between her legs continued to build, and she needed some release soon or she’d explode on her own. Deke nodded, and suddenly electricity shot from the tips of her breasts down to her pussy. The first blast was a little painful, but within seconds, the strong pulses radiated throughout her body and hit her pleasure center. “Ooh.” Brett turned on the vibrator and nudged her opening. She was already so slick and wet she was surprised the object didn’t slip out of her. Deke rested his head on his palm and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, until he landed on her lips. She twisted toward him and stroked his face, wanting to have his warm lips on hers. He must have upped the power on the tit machine, for the new jolt took her breath away. She widened her eyes. “Too much?” Yes. No. “It’s okay.” “Darlin’, you’ve got to open up wide for me.” Moments before, she’d turned to her side, which prevented Brett from getting the vibrator in all the way, so she rolled on her back and spread her legs.



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“I could look at your pussy all day long.” He pressed the object further into her. Inside the vibrator, a cylinder filled with small balls rotated, and the vibrator pumped in and out. The object was close to giving her another hard-core climax. “Oh, God. I’m coming.” Her inner walls spasmed and waves of carnal desire flooded her. “Last level then,” Deke said. Jolts blasted her nipples, arching her back. Brett pressed the vibrator in all the way then added to the action by pushing it in harder. She bucked upward and screamed. The climax rocked her. She came with the fanfare of a Fourth of July finale. Feet pounded down the hall and the door burst open. Oh, shit. **** Zach felt like a fool. Christina looked over at him, her eyes glassy with desire. “Sorry, I thought something bad happened to you.” Brett tossed him his damn smile. “You left her so horny we had to take care of her.” “So now it’s my fault? She did climax. I’m not that cruel.” He wanted to fling both his brothers off the bed, but he realized his anger was directed more at himself than at them. “Easy, Zach. We wanted some time with her, too.” Deke looked off to the side, acting as if he was guilty, though Zach knew neither brother had broken the promise to not make love to her, given the vibrator and nipple clamps. Ha. If she did have sex with them, it would be more like fucking since they had no emotional attachment to her. “Hey, go for it. I have no claim on her.” Even if he wanted her for himself, he’d share her with his two brothers for her sake. Not wanting to see her reaction to his hurtful words, he strode out.



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Shit. He’d overreacted, but damn it, he wanted her to stay needy, so when he took her, it would be all that much better. Whoa. Who said he wanted to make love to her? She was a big-city girl who’d be leaving soon. Christina also appeared to be the type of woman who wanted one man, not three. Once Maria died, he realized that whoever came into their lives from that time forward would have to love all of them. They were a family and needed to stay that way. Christ. Move on. He needed to cut that invisible tie that seemed to have formed between them. It had taken the entire last year to put the hurt of Maria’s death behind him. If he believed there was the remotest chance Christina would stay, he would do everything in his power to make it so, but he knew she lived a life vastly different from theirs. Women who lived on a farm worked hard, got their nails dirty, and could ride as well as any man. Christina was tough but delicate at the same time. She might say she liked the quiet of the outdoors, but she’d be bored in no time. Zach shucked off his clothes and dropped into bed, knowing full well he wouldn’t sleep a wink. He tossed and turned, picturing his cock inside her. He wanted her, plain and simple. Only he wouldn’t take her. If he made love to her and she left, getting up in the morning would be next to impossible. When the clock ticked over and read 5:00 a.m., he got up, ready to do some manual labor to burn off steam. He needed something to get his mind off Christina. He made some extra-strong coffee along with a quick breakfast, wanting to get out of the house before anyone else got up. He ran through a mental checklist of the chores. While he’d assigned Travis and Cliff to mend the broken fences, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to ride the perimeter, looking for strays, making sure no one had squatted on his land. He didn’t have to do this, but he had to have something to occupy his mind for the next few days until she departed, or he’d lose his mind for sure. He sure as hell didn’t need



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her sweet smell around him. No telling what he might do if she came sniffing around him again. He’d spotted a butt plug in the box Rod had sent over and his balls had turned rock hard. The idea of coming in from behind nearly dissolved his resolve. Dreams like that would only cripple him. Besides, Brett loved that end. His way of making love involved slow seduction and ropes. After he packed a lunch, he headed out. The day was crisp, but he’d be warm in no time. He took extra time checking out the property, not wanting to get back to the house and run into Christina. By the time he did get home, no one was there. He wasn’t sure where she was hiding, but he was happy she wasn’t around. His brothers probably expected him to cook since, in theory, he was the only one who lived here, but he was tired of taking care of them. He had needs, too. Feeling in the mood to go to town and let loose some of the week’s frustrations, he showered and dressed. He told himself he wasn’t avoiding Christina, but he knew it was a lie. In case Brett or Deke wondered where he was, he jotted them a note. Given where he was headed, they’d understand he wanted to be left alone. Furthermore, they wouldn’t care if big brother were gone for the night. It would mean more Christina time for them. Damn, he should have located the toy box and removed those glass butt plugs, given Brett’s affinity for the rear door. Christina was not the type of woman to give in to that novel idea. It would take months to convince her how sweet her life could be with all of them in her at once. His cock nearly cracked thinking about it. Logan’s Bar had the usual suspects present, but he wasn’t in the mood to do anything but drink. Two of his men were there, but they were smart enough to keep away. His black moods were legendary. Tammy wended her way to his table. “Hi, sugar. Wanna dance?” He liked Tammy, had even taken her to dinner a time or two, but she didn’t do anything for him now. “I’m kinda here to think. Another



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time maybe?” He patted her butt so she wouldn’t sulk. “Sure. Just let me know. I’m always free.” He bet she was. Bart brought over his beer and he nursed the drink, wondering how Christina had gotten under his skin so easily. She was beautiful and smart, which was a good combination, but the easy way she fit in with all of them got to him. He couldn’t recall a woman they all liked. She seemed able to balance all three at the same time, a rare trait indeed. After two hours he called it quits. Between the cigarette smoke and the flat beer, he’d had enough. He slapped his money on the table, along with a generous tip, and hightailed it out of there. When he arrived home, he wanted to shower and fall into bed without having to be fussed at by Christina or his brothers. Fortunately, he made it inside without notice. After he showered, he grabbed his novel and slid under the cool sheets. Finally, he’d be able to get his mind off the sexy siren down the hall with a good murder mystery. He was about a chapter in when there was a small knock on his door. He debated whether to answer it as he knew who it was, but before he could throw off the sheet, Christina poked her head in. “May I talk to you?” Dressed in a lightweight T-shirt, in which her bare nipples stood proudly at attention, and a pair of butt-hugging shorts, Christina looked ready for action, action he couldn’t give her and keep his sanity. Since she had asked to come in so nicely, he had no reason to say no. “What’s on your mind?” Good. His tone came out calm and in control. She better not be here to complain about his brothers. She seemed in total agreement with the electronic devices. She twisted her hands together. “While all three of you have done an admirable job at teaching me to understand my body, I’ve had no instructions on how to please a man.”



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Chapter Seven Zach’s throat constricted. “What, ah, exactly are we talking about?” If all she wanted was to get a man excited, her mere presence was good enough. He slowly scooted his feet closer to his butt to raise the sheet in order to remove evidence of his erection. “I want to learn to how to seduce a man.” His heart stopped. “I need to learn how to undress him, and maybe even give him a blow job. You know, that sort of thing.” Her desire was any man’s wet dream come true, but he was naked here. If he let her touch his cock, it might explode in seconds. He didn’t need to prove to himself this woman turned him on more than anyone he’d ever known. Touching him and teasing him would break the thin thread of sanity he’d been holding on to since she’d arrived. “I’m not in the mood. Go ask Deke. I bet he’ll oblige. Or Brett will for sure.” He opened his book wider and pretended to read. She stood as still as a fence post, and just as rigid. “You’re saying you wouldn’t find a blow job stimulating?” He didn’t want to be cruel, but it was the only way to make her understand he couldn’t be near her. “I like my women more experienced. Good night.” Her mouth opened then shut. “Fine.” She left with a slam to the door. His first instinct was to toss on his jeans, run after her, and fold her into his arms. He’d kiss her, protect her, then tell her she’d turned his world upside down, that she’d already wormed her way into his cold heart, but any more attention on her part and he’d never survive.



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**** Brett and he were in the middle of discussing how they were going to convince Christina to stay after her week was up when she knocked. He knew it was her. Zach would have burst in, but Christina’s knock was soft and gentle. Brett smiled. “I’ll get it.” He pulled open the door. “Well, well, to what do we owe the pleasure, darlin’? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Deke inwardly moaned at the double meaning. When she walked past Brett, he could see she’d been crying. “What’s wrong, hon?” “Zach’s an ass.” He chuckled. “Tell us something we don’t know.” That wasn’t fair. “Actually, he’s a real good guy. He has some emotional issues he’s working through right now. I think you caught him at a bad time.” “I know, but still. What man turns down a blowjob?” He nearly choked “What?” He and Brett just might have lost the bet. “Can you be more specific?” She told them about her need to learn how to seduce a man. Deke stood, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and led her to the bed. “I wish you’d come to us first. We’ll never turn you down.” He cupped her cheek. “I’m always up for teaching. You want to do a trial run on me?” Brett laughed. “What makes you think she wants you?” A small jolt shot to his stomach. “She’s in my room, isn’t she?” He didn’t want to know why she’d turned to Zach first or if she preferred Brett. The fact she seemed to give her time equally to all three brothers was good enough for him. He leaned over and kissed her tear-stained cheeks. “You go right ahead and try to seduce me.” She glanced over at Brett. “Do you mind? You can watch and give me hints, too.” “One of my pleasures in life is watching you enjoy yourself. Deke’s my big brother. There isn’t anything we haven’t shared



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before.” Deke was a little taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. Brett liked to act like he was Mr. Cool, but deep inside he wanted to be loved like they all did. “Okay.” She inhaled. “Deke, stand over here.” He moved to the small rug by the side of the bed. “I want you to stand absolutely still. No touching. Understand?” “I’ll do anything you say.” He meant anything. “I think I’d like it if neither of you talked either. I want this to be intense.” “I’m game, hon.” At least she said nothing about groaning. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, gently fingering the ends. Her gaze remained upward, like she was studying everything about him. His cock thickened. She leaned in closer and trailed her fingers along his face. He wanted to suck on her fingers when she moved over his lips, but he inhaled instead. This was her exploration, not his. When she reached his chin, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. He couldn’t help but kiss back. “I like the way you kiss,” she said with a sigh. He smiled to show his response, but inside he was dying. He wanted to touch her and taste her, but for her, he’d remain still. He expected Brett to throw out a retort, but thankfully, his little brother kept quiet, respecting her request. Christina closed her eyes and dragged her hands up and down his arms. She acted like she’d never been allowed to touch a man before and that this was special. Her small smile lit a fire so deep within him, he was sure it would never go out. She opened her eyes a moment and lifted his T-shirt over his head. “My God. You are beautiful.” Her smile broadened, and he couldn’t help but puff out his chest a little. “I love that you don’t have a lot of hair either.” She explored his chest, taking time to slowly go over his abs. “I really like that I can see your bulging muscles.”



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There was another bulging muscle he really wanted her to see and definitely to touch, but he’d wait for when she was ready. When she unsnapped the top button on his jeans, he thought he’d explode. The waiting was killing him, which he guessed was the point of her seduction. This little lady did not need any help from any of the brothers about how to make a man come too soon. “Can you take off your boots?” “Sure.” In a flash, the boots were history, as were the socks. She knelt on the small rug in front of him and lowered his jeans. She sucked in a breath. “No boxers?” She glanced up. “No need.” He knew she didn’t want him to talk, but she had asked a question. She lowered his pants to knee level, reached in, and cupped his balls. His hands fisted from the intense powerful jolt that shot through him. “You’re huge.” The awe in her voice caused some cum to leak out. This was the most erotic experience he’d ever had. Though playing with Christina came close. She ran her finger across the liquid then rubbed her thumb and forefinger together. “I bet you taste good.” She licked her finger. “Mmm. All man for sure.” Now he moaned. He was dying here. The thought of her mouth on him made his nads harden into bowling balls. She licked his mushroom head and his breath caught. Her tongue swept across his cock so lightly, it was as if she was unsure how much pressure to apply. What she did was so amazing he had no thoughts left in his head other than the pleasure she wrought from him. Rod claimed she wasn’t a virgin, but she acted like touching him was new to her. That fact excited him even further. “Suck it.” Okay, that slipped out. She glanced up, opened her mouth, and slid down over him. Her tongue tickled his cock, causing pulses to race up and down. Blood



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rushed through him at every flick of her tongue. He needed to stop her before he shot into her mouth. He clamped down his jaw. Control it. Christina might claim she didn’t know anything about giving a man this kind of pleasure, but she’d be lying. The way she massaged his balls and sucked on his cock implied she was highly skilled. With each thrust, the pressure built inside his too-hard member. He couldn’t take any more and pulled her shoulders upward. “What’s wrong?” How could she look so innocent and be such a tease? “I didn’t want to come in your mouth.” He glanced over at Brett, who had his hand on his cock, which was thankfully hidden under his jeans. “I know this is against all rules, but I need you so bad. I’ll die if I don’t have your pussy. Please?” He sounded pathetic, but right now, he didn’t care. “You’re willing to have sex with me?” “Willing? My God, it’s all I’ve thought about.” She looked over at Brett then back up at Deke. “What about him?” “How about I come from behind?” Her eyes widened. “I’ve never done something like that before.” Damn, Brett. “Okay, hon, here’s what we’ll do. Remember how much you liked that vibrator yesterday?” “Yes.” “Well, we have another toy to get your sweet behind ready.” She sucked in her bottom lip and he nearly lost it. Please say yes. “I don’t know.” Brett stepped up behind her. “Can I try? If you don’t like it, I promise I’ll stop. I’ll only use the toy. It will take a few days to stretch you out anyway. Your tight little butt couldn’t handle me.” She glanced at his crotch then back up at Deke. “You think it’s okay?” “Yes.” His voice came out strangled. “While Brett satisfies you



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from behind, would you mind putting me out of my misery?” He patted his cock. “You want me to sit on you while Brett uses the toy on me?” That’s not what he meant. He would have been content with her finishing the blowjob, but if she was willing to have him, then yes. He felt like he’d just won the lottery. “Yes.” Deke pulled her to a standing position and rubbed his hands over her tits. He needed to touch her more than he needed to breathe. Brett moved behind her, reached around, unzipped her shorts, and pulled them down. “You came without panties. I think I love you.” She giggled. The adorable sound made his heart swell. With fingers that weren’t very steady, he unbuttoned the two buttons on her blouse then untied the knot under her breasts. He pulled open the top and slid the flimsy material off her delicate shoulders. It dropped to the ground. “I could look at you forever. No, I could look then taste you forever.” He sucked on each nipple. Naked, he picked her up and placed her on the bed, before lying down next to her. “Can you lie on your back?” Brett moved in behind her. Deke spread her legs wide and dipped his finger in her opening. She twitched when he pressed on her ribbed wall. “That feels good.” With his other hand, he grabbed a condom from the side drawer and slipped it on. “I want to eat your pussy before you fuck me.” She flinched, probably at his harsh word. “I mean make love to you.” A small smile lifted her lips. “Okay.” He could smell her arousal, which ratcheted up his desire. He moved between her legs and licked her pussy up and down, flicking his tongue into her soft folds. She moaned, and her mewlings urged him on. He needed to feel her rippled, slick walls, so he dipped a



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finger into her. She clenched down on him and her back arched. “Don’t come. Hold on until I’m in you.” Lust clouded his brain. “I can’t. It’s too intense.” She almost cried out her response. No way would he last long either. He had to have her now. He added another finger to stretch her out, and when her juices began to flow in earnest, he pulled out. “Easy, hon.” He looked down and saw the white film coating his knuckles. She was ready. Brett had his eyes closed. Deke could tell he was waiting for him to drive her, to get her worked up and distract her before he had the pleasure of easing in the plug. This was the moment they’d been waiting for all week. Hell, they’d been ready for this for a lifetime. Yes, they’d shared before, but never with someone so special. Deke kissed her hard and dragged her on top of him so that she straddled him. “I want you inside me so bad I’m about to explode,” she said. “Take it easy on me.” She smiled, lifted up, and slid down on his cock so slow he thought he would come right there. “God.” She rolled her eyes back then squeezed them shut. He pulled her shoulders forward to give Brett access to her sweet ass. She jerked a little when Brett rubbed the lubricant over her puckered hole. “Stay loose, darlin’. That way the glass cock will go in easier, okay?” She opened her eyes. “Yes.” Then she glanced down at him, and he smiled to reassure her. “I want to stretch you with my finger first,” Brett said. With patience, he slipped his finger into her bottom. He’d watched Brett work his magic before, and he didn’t recall his brother taking such care. She wiggled her butt, and Brett added a second finger.



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“Ooh, that’s a lot.” Her respirations increased. Brett kept moving the fingers in and out, and even scissored them back and forth. “I think you’re ready for the plug.” Christina stiffened the moment Brett started to put the plug into her ass. She looked a little frightened, almost like a newborn calf awakening to the new world, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Brett rubbed her back. “Darlin’, you have to relax or I can’t work it in. I promise, you’ll love it. It’s going to fill you up so much, you’ll feel like you might burst from the excitement.” Deke wanted to return her attention to what he was doing. If he could make love to her in the slow way he wanted, she might forget about Brett. Deke steadied her hips and bucked up into her instead of having her pump up and down. This would give Brett a chance to fill her with the plug. Her eyes widened when he pressed it in farther. “Oh, it’s so big.” He wasn’t certain which end she was talking about, but he didn’t care. She’d just lifted off his cock and slammed back down, causing him to lose all thought. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Brett push the plug in all the way. His brother leaned back and came over to her side. Christina began rocking back and forth. As her juices slicked Deke’s cock, her channel so wet, he reached the end without a problem. The moment he was fully seated in her, he did his damnedest not to come. “I’ve got to touch you,” Brett said. He rolled his palm over her nipples and she sucked in a breath. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yes.” He didn’t need his little brother distracting her. “I’m dying here, hon.” He withdrew his cock halfway before diving in again. “I can’t last, Christina. Come for me, babe.” “I’m so full with both cocks.” Her moans got louder and louder. “Oh, God,” she panted. “Yes!”



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At that moment, he exploded into her, and his world just stopped. Long after he was spent, her sweet little pussy kept milking him dry. No one said a word until Christina lowered herself onto the bed, and his wet cock slid out. He grabbed the condom, took it off, and dumped it in the trash. “I need to get you cleaned up.” “What about that thing in my bottom?” She lifted her hand behind her, but Brett was quick to stop her. “We need you to keep it in there while you sleep, darlin’.” “I can’t sleep with it in. All I’ll do is dream about what a real cock can do.” Brett shoulders sagged, and Deke struggled to keep in his moan. My God, she was the woman of his dreams. Brett tapped her butt. “In an hour, you won’t even notice it’s there. Tomorrow, I’ll replace it with something a little bigger.” She looked up at Brett with such trust, Deke thought his heart would break. “I’ll be thinking of you.” Her head lowered and he was sure she was sizing up Brett’s girth. Wouldn’t she be in for a surprise when she had the real thing? Deke dipped into the bathroom, picked up a towel, and wet it. He brought her the clean towel. “Let me wipe you off.” She lay on her back and spread her legs. His dick got harder looking at her. God help him. He swiped the towel lightly across her pussy and tossed the cloth on the floor. “That was amazing, but I’m horny again,” she said. How could that be? She was a novice. “I could fuck you all over again, too, though I’d need a few minutes.” She smiled. “I can wait.” Brett touched her tit and pinched the tip. “There is no way I’m letting you out of sight until I come inside you. Your ass is going to be mine someday, but until you’re ready, I want that adorable, tight snatch wrapped around me.” She cracked open an eye. “I can’t wait.”



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Chapter Eight Brett stared down at Christina. “I’ll wait as long as I need to. I want you, Christina.” She smiled. “I want you, too.” He swore his cock jumped, as did his heart. It wasn’t just about the sex. He loved her adventurous spirit and how she wanted to please both of them. She’d been game to ride a horse and was willing to let him explore her body. Bottom line, she was unlike anyone else he’d ever known, and he had to have her. His thought came as a shock. Here, he’d prided himself on never getting caught up in a woman, and the moment Christina stepped foot on the ranch, he was a goner. Brett scooted down next to her and rolled her into his arms. Her tits on his chest made his cock harder. They were in Deke’s bed, but given his brother had come already, he wouldn’t make a fuss. Deke sat behind her and ran his hands down her back. She arched, pressing her tits into Brett’s chest. He didn’t want to rush her, but his need for her was growing too fast. He wanted to plunge his cock into her right now, but she needed the rest. If she got too sore, she’d be out of commission tomorrow. Hurry up. He pulled her to him and kissed her lightly before running a tongue along the seam of her lips. She moaned and opened up. When he tried to dart in, she beat him to the punch and explored his mouth instead. She tasted of mint. Her tongue danced around his, and he pulled her tighter. With his right hand, he reached down between her legs and touched her clit. She jerked. “You are so excitable. I love that about you.”



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“That’s because you both are doing things to me that drive me crazy.” “It’s a good thing, I hope.” He didn’t know where Deke’s hands were, but he didn’t care. Christina would soon be his. Not that he didn’t want Deke to participate when he finally got to make love to her, but ever since he saw her tied up in the barn, he’d imagined pinning her to the wall and fucking her hard. However, it might be time to increase the butt plug. She’d taken the smallest size so easily, he bet she could handle more. He gently took hold of her arms and lifted her up. “I want to try something.” He got off the bed and picked up the largest glass cock Rod had provided. “I want you to be bursting when I enter you.” Her eyes widened and her mouth pulled into a grimace. “You sure?” “Yes, sweet cheeks. I’m sure. Now get on your hands and knees and let me treat you to something special.” He looked over her back at Deke. “I’m thinking she might like the experience better if we warmed her up. What do you say, bro?” Despite Deke’s gentle nature, he loved spanking his woman. The three McKennas were quite the trio. Zach tied them up, Deke spanked the women, and he loved to do the ladies in the ass. If they ever got to share a woman, she’d have a life full of excitement. “I’m game.” “What are you going to do?” Christina’s voice sounded so soft. Deke grinned and slapped her rear. “Ouch. What was that for?” She collapsed down on her side. “For teasing us like you did.” Deke helped her up onto her knees again. “Can’t you feel the heat? Isn’t your pussy throbbing?” She said nothing for a moment as if she was trying to feel its carnal pleasure. “I can, and it is.” She smiled. That was all the encouragement his older brother needed. Deke slapped her butt a few more times, and Christina began to moan. In between the slaps, Brett would massage and kiss her butt.



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“Your cheeks are so red, darlin’. Can you feel your body throbbing?” “Yes.” She panted before answering. “Good. I’m going to pull out this plug and put in a new one.” This supersized one would stretch her to the max, but it still wasn’t as big as his cock. He hoped she’d find it extra-stimulating when he took her. He wanted the experience to be wonderful for her. The plug came out with a pop. After applying a lot of lubrication to the new plug, he pressed the tip to her slightly red and swollen hole. “You are so sweet, darlin’. Are you ready for some more pleasure?” “Uh-huh.” “Hey, Deke, give me a hand and hold open her cheeks.” “You bet.” Deke maneuvered to her side and did as he’d asked. Using a rotating motion, Brett stuck the large plug in about an inch. Christina immediately tried to clench her cheeks. “That’s too big.” There was a little tremor in her voice, but he could tell she was excited about how the plug would be so good for her. “No, darlin’, you can do this. Just relax and think it’s me inside you.” “I’ll try.” He wished it were his cock, but he wanted her to soar to a new height when he really took her and not think about ripping her insides to pieces. Twisting the object, he slipped it in further, meeting some resistance. She sucked in a breath. “Don’t make me spank you again.” She giggled, and in that relaxed moment, he pressed the plug in all the way. His cock hardened thinking about being inside her. “I’m going to explode. I don’t think I can move.” “Wait until I’m in your pussy. I’m going to fill you up with all my lovin’.” Brett grabbed Christina by the hips, guided her off the bed, and



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pulled her to a standing position. He captured her lips and backed her up against the wall. “I want you now.” She nodded, acting as if the words wouldn’t come out. Suddenly, a foil package was thrust in his hand. What an idiot. He always used a condom. Being with Christina messed with his mind. He mentally thanked his clear-thinking brother and opened the package. “Let me,” she said. She wanted to torture him more. “Be fast.” The moment she touched him, blood zoomed through his cock. Damn woman purposefully took her time rolling the condom down him. “That’s good enough. Now come here.” He lifted her up. Instinctively she knew to wrap her legs around him. “Ready?” She wiggled her hips. “I think I could fall in love with this big glass cock you put in me. With every move, I’m reminded of you.” Her breathy comment nearly made him come. “God, what you do to me.” He knew she’d be wet from having sex with Deke, so he pulled her hips down to seat himself deep inside her. She felt almost too good. He held her there, afraid that if she moved an inch, he’d lose it. Her eyes widened the moment he squeezed her butt cheeks tight around the plug. “I can’t believe you fit with the other thing in me. You two take up all of my insides.” “That was my plan.” Wait until both he and Deke were fucking her at the same time. She’d go wild. “I want you to let go and enjoy the amazing feeling.” Christina pressed her heels into his thighs and rose upward then dropped again. He groaned. The siren took over the rhythm instead of him setting the pace. He loved that she was this aggressive, especially with the novel plug in her. “Oh, Brett, you feel so good.” If only she knew what she did to him. She leaned her head back,



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exposing her beautiful tits. He captured them and savored the texture of the tips. His balls ached, and every time his cock hit rock bottom, he got closer and closer to exploding. “I’m going to lose it, darlin’.” “Go, go. Me, too.” She pressed her feet against his thighs and stilled, taking him fully into her. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She surely had climaxed if the way she was milking his cock was any indication. His jism shot out like tiny cannon balls, pummeling her to the max. He held her tight, breathing in her womanly scent. For a few moments, he just held her, loving the feel of her breasts on her chest and her hair cascading down the side of his face. Exhausted, he let her slide to the ground. Her legs wobbled for a moment, and he steadied her. “We need to clean you up again.” Brett clasped her hand and led her into the bathroom and took his time making sure she was clean. When they returned to the room, Deke was on the bed with another hard-on. Christina giggled. “Okay, boys, there is a limit here.” Deke held up his hands. “I didn’t say anything. It’s not my fault that your moans and groans turn me on. Let’s say that I look forward to tomorrow.” She pulled on her top and shorts. Rotating her bottom toward them, she rubbed her rear. “You really want me to sleep with the reminder of what’s to come?” “Yes,” they both answered in unison. She wouldn’t be the only one not to sleep. His cock would keep him up all night long thinking about her. After a quick kiss good night, she disappeared down the hall. Brett dropped onto the bed. “We need to have a plan to keep her.” “I’d like nothing better, but that ain’t going to happen. She’s a big-city girl who seems to love her job. Besides, can you imagine her parents’ reaction if she said she wanted to give up a career, settle



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down, and produce a slew of kids on a cattle and horse farm?” He didn’t need to hear those kinds of arguments. “Maybe if we show her how awesome it could be living here, she’d want to stay.” “Dream on, brother, but I’ll help any way I can.” **** Christina was a little sore in the morning, but it was a good kind of sore. She’d slept with the plug in all night and almost hated to remove it. Every time she moved, she thought of Brett and how incredible it was going to be when she got to love her two men. Her thoughts then raced to Zach, wishing he’d been part of their time together. Zach had been such a downer when he’d shut her out, but at least Deke and Brett seemed to really like her slow seduction. All but Zach were in the kitchen when she strolled in. “Good morning.” Brett strode up to her and gave her an earth-shattering kiss, one that was slow and thorough. He patted her butt and moved back. “I hope you dreamt about me last night.” She winked. “You know I did.” Deke finished filling his coffee mug and turned around. “I resent that. I hoped you dreamed of me, too.” “Oh, yes. I let my imagination run wild about what I wanted to do with you two. I have lots of seduction in mind.” Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could fall for two men at the same time. They were so different, yet so much the same. “I know your time is almost up, but if you haven’t seen a cattle branding, a live birth, or a cattle drive, you haven’t experienced what we do here. We want you to learn about us, what we’re like outside the bedroom.” “I’d love that, but I don’t think I could watch someone hurt cattle like that with a hot poker.”



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Brett laughed. “We don’t use a hot iron. We, too, think that’s inhumane. Instead we inject a microchip, the size of a piece of rice, into the cattle, which contains all the data about the animal. If the buyer has a Destin Chip Reader, they’ll know for sure they’re getting what we promised when we sell him.” “That’s so cool.” “That’s not all. No one around here can ever steal our cattle and get away with it.” The idea of someone stealing an animal went against what she stood for. “Is there a lot of rustling around here? I thought that went out in the 1800s.” “Not much. Sometimes the cattle knock down the fence and escape, but we’ve had some thefts, though the stealing has been reduced to almost nothing once everyone learned we used the microchip.” She had no idea cattle ranching had changed over the years. “I’ll take your word for it about the cattle drive, but I wouldn’t mind giving another go with horseback riding. But this time, I want a saddle.” Deke chuckled. “I don’t blame you. Little brother never should have subjected you to such an experience on your first time, but I have to admit, I sure enjoyed rubbing the soreness out of your thighs.” Heat raced up her face. “Me, too.” “Let me fix you some breakfast, and then I’ll show you how to ride,” Deke said. “Hey, that’s my job.” “You took her out the first time.” She held up a hand. “How about if you both escort me?” She winked. “Darlin’, that’s an excellent compromise. You good with that, bro?” “If that’s what Christina wants, then I want it, too.” After breakfast, they headed out to the barn. Her thoughts jumped



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to the enjoyable time she’d had with Zach. Too bad there wasn’t anything she could do to persuade him to let down his guard and come with them. Deke was gentle and patient while she learned how to get on and off the horse. She did love having stirrups to hold her legs in position and a saddle horn to grasp. Maybe with a little practice, she might enjoy racing around the ranch. For now, she’d stick to walking Molly. “Hey, bro, how about going to Crow’s corner?” The two men exchanged glances, and something devious passed between them. “Great idea. Let’s do it,” Deke said. The trip to Crow’s corner was far more comfortable than her last ride. Thank goodness she wasn’t wearing the glass plug in her bottom. Wouldn’t that have been a pain? She could only imagine what all the bouncing would do with it inside her. It has difficult enough to keep her mind off of what would happen tonight when she got them alone. The sun had heated the air and her shirt stuck to her back despite the temperature being in the low eighties. Deke pulled to a stop. “Let’s tie up the horses by these trees and we can show Christina the diversity of our land.” They helped her dismount, and Brett took care of tying up Molly. Deke grabbed her hand and walked her down a trail, bordered by shrubs. When they emerged on the other side, she gasped. “A pond!” Who would have thought something like this existed here. “It’s fed by a natural spring. That’s why it’s clear.” “Why is it fenced in?” “To keep the animals out. We have another lake for them. This is the family’s private swimming hole, or least it used to be until Daddy McKenna put in the cement swimming pool.” She inhaled the sweet smell of water. “Zach doesn’t mind the hands using this?” “Nah, he never comes out here anymore. Besides, he treats his



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men like family.” While she never thought he’d mistreat his workers, he didn’t seem the kind to go out of his way to be nice. Brett stood on the water’s edge and took off his boots, socks, and shirt. He spun around. “What are you two sissies waiting for?” She giggled. The idea of skinny-dipping was foreign to her. With bodyguards around her most of her life, she never got to cut loose, but as the saying went, no time like the present. She slipped off her boots and socks and enjoyed the cool grass under her toes. Brett was already naked when he came up to her. “Just hold on there. Let me and my brother take care of divesting you of your clothes, little lady.” He had a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’d like that.” In short order Deke and Brett stripped her, making sure to touch her tits and her sore little pussy as much as possible. Deke pressed against her chest. “Could you ever imagine yourself living here?” She laughed, his comment coming so out of the blue. “No. Where would I shop?” His eyes narrowed. Uh-oh. Now she’d offended him. “We aren’t uncivilized. Tucson’s only an hour drive, and there are a ton of small towns that are closer.” She ran a finger down his chest. “I think commuting to Phoenix would be hard every day.” He sobered. “Do you really love your job that much?” “Love it? No, but it gets me out from under my parents. I’ll be coming into some money soon, but I’m not the kind of person to sit and do nothing all day. I’m only twenty-four.” “You know, if you were interested in living here, you could stay real busy by handling the finances and taking over the paperwork. Trust me, there’s a ton.” She opened her mouth to respond, but Deke continued. “That’s not to say you couldn’t muck out a stall or two if you wished.” Now she laughed. For a moment she thought he was serious. “I’m



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sure Zach would love to have me interfere in the running of his ranch.” “Yeah, well, there is that.” A large splash diverted their attention. Brett surfaced and waved. “Come on in. Water’s a little cool, but it’s nice.” Deke cupped her face and kissed her. “You game?” Glad to be out of that uncomfortable conversation, she nodded. She stepped out of her panties and followed Deke in.



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Chapter Nine Christina stepped out of the hot shower and sighed. Her swim with the two men had been not only playful, but sensual as well. Because they couldn’t wear a condom in the water, the men agreed to keep their distance, but that didn’t mean they didn’t find every opportunity to rub against her and stimulate her pussy. If anything, she was hornier now than when she woke up this morning. And the whole riding of the horse thing? She had to admit, she was catching on quite well. A few times, she even dared to trot on her own. Too bad she was leaving soon. She might enjoy learning how to ride. With a towel around her head, she dried her body. She’d pulled on a pair of panties when there was a knock on her door. She smiled. Brett and Deke must have changed their minds and decided to have an early afternoon interlude. That was more than fine by her. She raced to the door, her breasts fully exposed, and whipped open the door. “Oh, shit.” She covered herself and backed up as Zach stormed in. “Put some clothes on.” He wouldn’t get a complaint from her. Turning her back, she pawed through her drawers and pulled on a thick T-shirt and tugged on a pair of capris. “To what do I owe this honor?” No matter how hard she tried, a smile wouldn’t form. “I’ve called the fantasy resort. A driver will be here in an hour to take you back.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “My time isn’t up. I paid for



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seven days.” He held out a check. “Here’s ten grand. Consider this a free vacation for you.” She refused to take it. “Why are you kicking me out?” His jaw hardened. “You’ve disrupted the ranch life enough. Deke and Brett have been basically useless since you’ve arrived.” He turned to go. “Wait.” His chest expanded, as if he’d inhaled and was holding his breath. Finally, he turned around. “What?” “I want to stay.” He flinched. “It’s not your choice.” In that minute, she knew she didn’t want to give up this life, that she wanted to be part of something that was special. “How about if I work here and earn my keep?” He looked off to the side and shook his head. “You couldn’t handle the long hours and the hard work we do around here. Even if you could, what do you think the senator and Mrs. Hardgrave would say about you living with me?” She’d be with Zach? Brett and Deke were hired hands and probably stayed in the bunkhouse. “I imagine they wouldn’t be happy, but I’m a grown woman. I could build a home nearby, or better yet, on the edge of this massive property where you wouldn’t have to see me.” “No. If you stay, you’ll have to marry me since I own the ranch. You can love Brett and Deke, too, but that’s all. It would be just the three of us, all touching you, being one with each other.” He inched forward. “Could you handle fucking me every day, even if I’m in a bad mood? Huh?” He wasn’t being serious. “Now why would I bind myself for the rest of my life to a man who hates me? What kind of loving family would that be?” He stared at her so long she was afraid he’d forgotten how to



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speak. “Get packed. Your ride will be here soon. I don’t want to see you again.” He turned and walked out the door. A tear leaked out of her eye. What he described seemed like heaven, only heaven was unattainable unless you died first. He spoke the truth. Her parents would disown her, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. There was no time for tears. She packed her clothes and lugged two of her suitcases down to the kitchen and placed them by the door. The last two bags, one of which contained her mostly unread books and pamphlets, was too heavy to carry. While she was in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door. Her hour wasn’t even up, and she wanted to say good-bye to Deke and Brett before she left. She opened up. There stood another cowboy, tall and lanky. “Ma’am.” He took off his hat. “Mr. Zach told me to help you with your suitcases, but I see you already brought them down.” “There’s still two more. I’ll show you where they are.” With heavy feet, she trudged to her room. The cowboy nodded, lifted her bags, and followed her back to the kitchen. “Thank you. Have you seen Deke or Brett around?” “Yes, ma’am. Both of them had to drive to Tucson to negotiate a deal.” “Oh.” Damn, now she wouldn’t be able to say good-bye. Before the cowboy was out the door, the van pulled up. She turned to the lanky man. “Would you tell them good-bye for me?” “Happy to.” A tear formed on her lashes, but she wouldn’t cry. She half expected Zach to be there to make sure she left. Guess he couldn’t stand the sight of her. The driver loaded her bags and she slid into the passenger side. She never wanted anything more than to stay here, but she just plain wasn’t welcome.



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**** Christina spread out on Danielle’s sofa, one hand over her eyes, praying the headache would go away. “What are you going to tell your mother?” “Before or after I kill Aunt Miriam for tricking us?” “Before.” Danielle placed a cup of hot tea on the coffee table in front of her. “Drink this. It’s chocolate-mint rooibos. Your favorite.” “Thanks.” She blew on the steaming cup and took a small sip. “I’ve missed this. The ranch kitchen only had coffee.” “Are you complaining?” “No, I’d give up tea for life if I could go back there.” Danielle sat across from her and nibbled on a cookie. “Let me get this straight. You had amazing sex with these two hunky cowboys, but the owner kicked you out.” “Yes, but I think deep down he cares for me.” Danielle chuckled. “What world are you living in?” Was she being overly hopeful? “If you knew how amazing he was when he tied me to the barn wall and licked me down there, you wouldn’t say that. And his kisses were so full of passion I almost died.” “He was doing that to see if you’d leave on your own. You said he walked out afterward, right?” “Yeah, you’re probably right. Maybe I should ask Charles to be my pretend boyfriend for a while so Mom thinks I’ve learned how to find the perfect man. I don’t want her interfering in my love life again.” “Why is he perfect? Charles is gay.” “She doesn’t know that. Charles is good-looking and suave and doesn’t act effeminate. He’s the perfect politician, too. He’s been begging me to introduce him to Dad because he so wants to be a diplomat.” “Go for it, but I don’t know how you can pretend you adore



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Charles when your pussy is thinking about Deke’s and Brett’s cocks wedged inside you.” She groaned. “Please. I’m trying to have an exorcism here, and you aren’t helping.” Danielle finished the last cookie on the plate and stood. “Well, you can stay here for the next two days until your ‘vacation’ is officially over, but you have to confront your mother sometime.” “Confront her about what?” “Living on the ranch.” That made her laugh. “Ow, that hurt my head. I’m not going to the ranch. You just said Zach truly doesn’t want me. You’re right. He wouldn’t let me step foot on his property.” She shrugged. “Brett and Deke are probably onto another woman by now.” “I was just kidding. I wanted to see how serious you were about moving there. Besides, I thought you said they told you they loved you.” She drank a bit of the tea. The chocolate aroma helped calm her. “They were paid to say that. You know they’d eventually resent me for my money. They’re ranch hands. I doubt they’ve saved any money and wouldn’t like it if I paid for the house and all the expenses.” “You don’t know that.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to be reasonable. I want all three men. That’s not natural. I’d scandalize my parents, and I refuse to do that to them.” “Not if you marry Zach, like he suggested.” Now she did laugh. “He wasn’t being serious.” “You don’t know until you ask him. Bring him to Phoenix. See if he can pull off being a politician’s son-in-law.” “He hates me.” Danielle waved a hand. “Don’t believe half of what any one of them tells you. From the way you’ve described him, he wants you so bad he had to push you away to save his heart.” Was that true? She refused to get her hopes up. “Come Monday,



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I’m going back to work and act as if this wonderful, amazing week hadn’t happened.” “You can’t erase the glow on your face.” She put the cup down and dropped back against the sofa. “It was truly the most exciting time of my life. Plus, there’s no lack of work to do on the ranch, and I could help with the finances and the paperwork.” She waved her hand, erasing that thought. “I think the sex was so new to me that I’m still in la-la land.” “Suit yourself, but you’ll be sorry if you don’t at least follow up with Zeke and Greg.” “Their names are Brett and Deke.” And then there’s Zach. Maybe it was the fact he didn’t want her that made her want him all the more. **** “What the fuck did you tell her?” Brett held Zach by the shirt. “I told her to leave.” Zach removed the offending hand and stepped back. He had no desire to get in a fistfight over a woman. “Why?” “You and Deke weren’t attending to work like you should.” Brett stepped back and slammed a fist into his gut. “That’s bullshit. You were jealous we got her and you didn’t.” His breath caught at the surprise attack. Not one to back down, he pivoted and slammed a hand into Brett’s jaw. His brother tumbled to the ground. “You fucked her.” Keeping his gaze on Zach, Brett jumped back up. “We made love to her.” The kitchen door opened and Deke rushed in. “I can’t find her anywhere.” Zach didn’t take his gaze off his half-crazed brother. “She left.” “That true, Brett?” “Bro here asked her to leave. Said we were shirking our duties.” Brett went into attack mode. This time Zach was ready and ducked



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the next punch. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, but his accusations cut him to the quick. He shoved Brett backward. Deke jumped in the fray and managed to get in a punch to his kidneys. “That’s bullshit.” “Fuck.” Zach bent over to catch his breath, then went on the offense. One punch landed on Deke’s cheek, but Brett evaded his other jab. Deke was on him like a stallion on a mare in heat. “Why did you send her away?” He shoved Zach against the countertop. Zach shoved back. “I told you why. She was a distraction.” His brothers held him down and punched him in the gut. “You’re scared. Admit it.” He couldn’t. They’d think he was a coward. He broke free from their grips. “You’re dead wrong.” They stepped back, their hands ready to do more damage. “You wanted her. We could tell.” Brett’s eyes narrowed. His shoulders slumped. “Fuck, yeah, I did.” He wiped the blood dripping from his mouth. “Be reasonable. Picture her here with us. First off, the damned paparazzi would be staked out on our doorstep. Can you imagine the flak she’d get from her conservative parents?” Brett grabbed his shoulders. “That’s a line of bull. What’s the real reason?” “I told you.” They were on him again, slamming him against the wall, then tossing him onto the table. Dishes flew off and crashed to the ground. “Her parents would freak if they learned why she was here.” His excuses sounded lame even to him. “Like you care?” That was the problem. He cared too much. The truth surfaced like a dead body floating to the surface. Its appearance might be unwanted, but the buildup of gasses was both unstoppable and inevitable. He squeezed shut his eyes for a moment. “Okay, okay. I couldn’t stand the pain if she left, so I kicked her out.” The truth tumbled from his



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lips. Was he really that pathetic? “There. Happy?” Brett lowered his fists to his side. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell us you planned to send her home early? We’re your family.” “I’m sorry. I guess I could see how well she fit in. I thought you’d all leave me out.” Deke slapped a hand on his shoulder. “We’d never do that.” Brett whistled. “You love her?” Zach hadn’t slept a wink since she’d gone home. He thought of Maria and what she’d want. While he didn’t believe in ghosts, he could have sworn she’d appeared each night telling him to be happy. “Yes.” Brett smiled and leaned against the table. “I’ll be damned.” Deke picked up the unbroken saltshaker from the ground and twirled it in his fingers. “Do you think she’d be happy here? There’s more to life than having sex. She could get tired of us.” Zach had worried about that. “The only way to know is to ask her, but I want to give her a week or two to get her thoughts together. We, too, need to do the same. I think that if after that time we still feel the same, you two should seek her out. What do you say?” He held his breath. His brothers were the link to getting Christina back. There was a long silence. “Why us? You’re the one with a lot of explaining to do.” The thought of another rejection compressed his heart. If he loved her, he had to talk to her. “You’re right.” Though God help him if she turned him away.



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Chapter Ten The last week and a half had been pure torture. For one, Christina continually had to lie to her parents about the finishing school. She said she’d met someone special but that they both agreed to give it some time to see if they still felt the same way when they met again. This would give her time to come up with a plan. She had thought about parading Charles in front of them, but he’d hooked up with someone from his law firm. Joe something or other. “In the meantime, I want to date other people to put as much temptation in my way. If in a few weeks I still want him, then I might let you meet Mr. Wonderful.” “What’s his name?” Ah, that was the big question. She believed one of them would seek her out. Would it be Deke, Brett, or heaven forbid, the owner himself? “I don’t want to jinx it by stating his name.” “Okay, dear, but remember, the more babies you have, the higher chance one of them will become president.” Dear Lord. Her mom needed to get off that kick. Christina immediately pictured a McKenna son. He’d be strong, incredibly handsome, and totally comfortable with riding and taming a horse. Ronald Reagan’s face came to mind. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” She stood and gave her mother a kiss. “I’m off to look at condos.” “You need help?” She didn’t want the kind of help her mother could provide. “No, thanks.” “Don’t be too long. You need to give me a guest list for your



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twenty-fifth birthday bash next week.” Ah, yes, the big coming-out party. “Sure.” As she walked out the door, a brilliant idea formed. **** Brett ran into the kitchen and nearly made Zach spill the coffee. “What’s up your butt?” Brett grinned and waved the mail. “We got a letter from Christina.” Zach’s hands clenched. “Open it.” His brother tore it open. “It’s a birthday invitation. Christina’s turning twenty-five next week.” “Rod must have given her our address.” Footsteps pounded down the hall. Deke ran in. “What’s going on? I heard Brett shout.” Brett showed him the invitation. “I’m going.” Over my dead body. “No, you aren’t. You need to be here to cook and do my chores. I’m taking off my week that you both owe me.” He’d won the Christina bet on several levels. She’d come to him first, asking if she could seduce him, and secondly, Deke and Brett had broken the no penetration rule. Brett clenched his fists. “The hell you will. It’s addressed to me and Deke.” “Don’t forget our deal. You two insisted I be the one to approach her first. Remember, I have to apologize for my behavior.” Zach didn’t need any more turmoil to tear them apart. They’d been on each other’s nerves for the past two weeks, ever since the woman they all claimed to love had left. “Zach has a point,” Deke said. “He needs to go. Besides, if we all showed up, it would become clear to her parents that we all wanted her. Can you imagine that chaos?” He shook his head. “Hell, Christina doesn’t even know we’re brothers. That lie alone might piss



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her off more.” Zach smiled for the first time in a long time. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to pack.” **** Zach couldn’t believe the extent of his nervousness as he pulled up the drive to their mansion. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been out on a date. Yes, he could. It was with Maria. Okay, this wasn’t a date, per se, as there would be hundreds of people at the party all vying for Christina’s attention. He’d taken all day yesterday searching for the perfect gift. He finally settled on a sterling silver necklace with a diamond-studded horseshoe on the end. The suit he’d purchased didn’t fit well in the shoulders, and he swore the crotch was too high, but for Christina he’d suffer. Hell, the last time he’d even worn a suit had been at his parents’ funeral. Before he left, he and his brothers had come up with a reason why a member of her “vacation” team had been invited to the party in the first place. He wasn’t about to say he worked on behalf of the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort and that he and his two brothers had all tasted her luscious pussy and wanted more. The best he could do was say he’d taught her how to ride at the finishing school, and she’d invited him to the party. He figured all women living in Arizona would want to be well versed in the art of horseback riding. Brett and Deke, two other trainers, who were busy with other clients today, had spent some time trying to teach her the difference between a mustang and a Clydesdale, but she wasn’t all that adept at distinguishing one horse from another. Perhaps she should come for more time. “Your keys, sir?” Zach hadn’t even seen the valet approach. He tossed the young man his set.



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His goal was to meet her parents and be as upper-crust and country-clubbish as he could be. Given his parents had raised all them to be well versed in socializing, he believed he could pull it off, if only for a few hours. He entered the grand hallway and immediately spotted two security guards along the walls. For a moment, he felt sorry for Christina for having to grow up under a microscope, always being watched, and reported on for any unbecoming behavior. No wonder she loved the ranch and the freedom to explore her sexuality. His cock hardened thinking about what he wanted to do with her if he ever got her in his arms again. “Zach?” He spun around and his chest caved. My God, she was a vision, all dressed in a tight, white dress and her hair piled on top of her head. “Christina.” She stepped closer and her scent blasted his body with testosterone. “What are you doing here?” She pressed her lips together. He glanced around to see if one of the guards would kick him out. Her voice had been close to a shout. “Can we talk? I have a lot of explaining to do.” “Where are Deke and Brett?” She pulled her shoulders back, but he could tell their absence hurt. “They wanted to come, but I took the invitation. I need to see you. I’ve been an ass.” From the widening of her eyes, she hadn’t expected that comment. “What gave you the first clue?” Her sarcasm sliced his heart. “I never should have kicked you out. It was wrong.” He clasped her elbow. “Please, Christina. Give me a minute, and I’ll explain everything.” His plea must have gotten to her, for after looking around the room, she led him outside. “Say your piece, then I’d like you to leave.”



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Ouch. This wasn’t how he envisioned it going down, but he’d take any time she was willing to give him. There was a beautiful garden on the side of the house. “Can we walk and talk?” She stiffened, and he prayed she wouldn’t shut him out. “You hurt me.” “I know, and I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t blame her for the cold shoulder. “First off, happy birthday.” He handed her the gift, but she didn’t attempt to open it. “Secondly, I need to tell you why I was so mean.” “You were that, and more.” They strolled past two guests smoking cigarettes and wandered closer to the edge of the property. He wanted privacy. “When I saw how Deke and Brett lit up when they were around you, it really hit me how empty my life really was.” He spotted a bench. “Can we sit?” His palms were sweating and his too-tight dress shoes had become unbearably uncomfortable. “Fine.” A security guard came out of the house and stood a good distance away, but his presence was obvious. Zach turned toward her. “You, Christina Hardgrave, are an amazing woman, one who excites all of us, not only sexually, but emotionally.” Her eyes widened and she leaned away from him. “All of you?” He took her hand. When she didn’t pull out of his grasp, a thrill tripped up his arm. “Let me just cut to the chase. I love you, and I want to be with you.” His throat nearly closed up. She stilled then laughed. “Well, you sure as hell have a funny way of showing it.” He was afraid she’d have this reaction. “I know. I was scared.” She studied him for a moment. “Scared of what?” “That you’d leave me?” “You never gave me a chance to be with you in the first place. Why did you think I’d leave?”



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“Because you’d planned on only staying a week?” He picked up her hand and pressed her fingers to his lips. “I know. I’m a first-class jerk. I don’t know what to say other than will you give me a second chance?” “No.” His heart stopped for a second. “Christina, I shut you out because I wanted you so bad. I couldn’t be around you for fear you’d reject me.” She pulled out of his grasp and crossed her arms. “What made you change your mind?” He scrubbed a hand down his chin. “Look, after Maria died and I lost my parents, I buried myself into my work. When you came to the ranch, and I saw how you put the light back into my brothers’ eyes, I knew I wanted to live again.” “Your brothers?” Shit. He hadn’t meant to break the news to her that way. “About that. Deke and Brett are my younger brothers.” She stood. “And I suppose they’re secretly married and were only toying with my affection?” He jumped up. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he knew she’d struggle to get out. “No. They love you, too.” A tear slid down her cheek. “Why did you lie?” “Because I thought you might want us for our money.” She choked out a laugh. “I’d want you for your money? That’s rich.” “It’s true. We’re worth millions. There are too many women who see what we have and only register dollar signs.” Her shoulders seemed to relax. “I can relate.” She told him about her grandmother’s trust and the reason why she had to go to the ranch in the first place. “It doesn’t matter why you came. I could tell once you arrived, you seemed to like the ranch.” “I did. I loved being there.”



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He knew the rest of her thoughts. “But you have a life here. And a job you love.” She sniffled, and he handed her a clean handkerchief. “I’ve worked my whole life to prove to my parents that I could make it on my own. You know that big box I brought with me with my work in it?” He nodded. “I had to give a presentation two days ago on which commodities my company should invest in. Out of all the brokers who presented, my two companies were chosen.” He smiled. “That’s wonderful.” She swallowed. “I thought so, too. The big decision makers smiled and said I did a great job, but in the end they just handed me another stack of companies to investigate.” She swiped her eyes. “What I’m trying to tell you is that the satisfaction I thought I’d get wasn’t there. I was more proud when I learned how to ride Molly.” He stepped closer. “What are you trying to tell me?” More tears flowed. “I don’t know. I want to be with you and your brothers, but I’m so conflicted.” “Are you afraid your parents will be angry you took up with a bunch of cowboys?” “Maybe.” “You know if you did decide you wanted us in your life, there’d be lots for you to do.” “Like what? Cook and clean?” Make love to us. “Hardly. We’d hire a full-time cook and a maid if you came. No, running our ranch practically requires a full-time accountant. I know I could use the help, and I bet you’d love to see the horses give birth and learn all about the amount and kind of advertising we need to do. It’s a lot of work, but so worthwhile.” “I might like that, but I’m not sure my parents would think highly of me being on a ranch.” He ran a hand down her cheek. “You can’t let them live your life.”



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“I know, but it’s hard.” “I’d like to help you.” A glimmer came to her eye. “How about if I met your folks and see how they respond? You might be surprised. Most parents just want to see their children happy.” Her gaze shot to the side. She looked up and a hint of a smile surfaced. “If I agree, I want no evidence of a moody man, or I’m walking out.” His heart beat so fast he didn’t know how to respond. With the bodyguard peering down on them, he kissed her on the cheek. “It’s a deal.” She grabbed his hand, and his heart skipped another beat. They got halfway to the house when she stopped and faced him. “Just so you know, I really haven’t forgiven you. You have a lot of making up to do.” “Babe, you have no idea how much I’m going to love making up for lost time.” This time she laughed. The meeting was a little stiff, but he managed to answer questions with some particularly good lies. He did say he owned a thousandacre ranch, but that he also believed in hedging his investments in gold and other commodities. That brought a smile and a nod from her dad. Her mom was a tougher nut to crack, but after a few compliments about how she looked more like Christina’s sister than her mother, she seemed to soften. “So, Mr. McKenna, are you married?” He’d expected the question. “No, ma’am, but I hope to be soon.” He wasn’t sure if his glance and smile in Christina’s direction helped or hurt his cause. “And children? You have any desire for them?” This time he could be himself. “Absolutely. I’m thinking five is a nice number. My parents raised me and my two brothers to be well traveled and well educated. They felt that was necessary for success, no matter what career we wanted to pursue. I plan to do the same. I



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want to give my kids every advantage in life I had.” He held his breath, hoping this was the answer she wanted to hear. It sure was the truth. “Where are you from again, Mr. McKenna?” From her grin and the fact she’d taken his hand in both of hers, he’d hit a home run. “My ranch is on the outskirts of Tucson.” Her smile disappeared. “That’s so far away.” “It is, but the drive is beautiful. I don’t mind coming up here when the mood strikes.” Christina thankfully threaded an arm through his and tugged. “Mom, I want to introduce Zach to some of the other guests.” “By all means. Go enjoy yourself.” He strode off with Christina on his arm. She looked up at him. “I think that went well.” “You think?” He’d tripped over his words a few times. “Relax. My parents don’t bite.” Could have fooled him. “Christina!” A tall, thin woman ran up to her and threw her arms around her neck. “Happy birthday, sweetie.” She turned to him. “Now, who’s this hottie? If you don’t want him, will you toss him my way?” He couldn’t believe Christina would have such an outgoing friend. She leaned close to her girlfriend. “This is Zach. He’s one of the men I told you about. Remember, the barn and the rope? That’s him.” The friend turned nine shades of red then held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Danielle, Christina’s BFF. You have really changed her life.” He prayed in a good way. Her friend backed up. “I’ll put your present on the table. Enjoy Zach.” She winked and rushed away. **** Over the next few weeks, Deke, Brett, and Zach visited as often as



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they could. Zach had told her he wanted to spend more time with her but decided it would be best if he gave her time to figure out what she wanted out of life. He’d hinted that if she decided to live with the three of them, she was welcome. Actually, it was more than a hint. He, or rather they, wanted her to be a permanent part of their lives, but she was still confused. She’d held off on looking for a condo, not certain of her future. The butler knocked on her door. She opened up. “Mr. Zach is here to see you.” “Thank you.” After much soul searching, she knew she wanted the McKenna men. The first hurdle was to get Zach in bed. She couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been such a gentleman. He’d wanted to learn the type of wine she liked, and what kind of music and theatre she enjoyed. She admired his restraint, but she was at the breaking point. She’d put on a low-cut red dress and heels. Simple, yet alluring. She met him downstairs. “Hi.” He’d dressed in a pair of charcoal-gray slacks with a white shirt open at the throat. Her panties got wet looking at him. He leaned over and kissed her. She leaned back, not knowing if anyone was watching. “So where are we going tonight?” Every time Zach came, he’d surprised her with a different venue. “I thought we’d go to Scottsdale, have a quiet dinner at a cute Mexican restaurant I’ve scoped out, and then head on over to the Art Walk. How does that sound?” Given the way he looked when he smiled, he could have said they were going mud wrestling and she could have said okay. The restaurant he picked out was a hidden gem she’d never visited and the food turned out to be divine. She had to smile when the musicians came over and serenaded her. The evening could only be more perfect if she finally got to experience Zach in bed. She couldn’t believe how much fun they had at the Scottsdale Art



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Walk. Her favorite section was the pottery, whereas Zach really liked the watercolors. Before the night was over, he’d purchased three pieces. After he placed his purchases in the trunk, he headed back to her house. She placed a hand on his thigh, high enough to get his attention, but not too high to distract him from driving. “How about you show me your hotel room first?” She had to work to keep the smile off her face. Had the light been better, she bet she’d have seen a bit of surprise. He glanced her way. “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “Well, then, let me show you my home away from home.” He’d rented a suite at an extended-stay hotel for when he and his brothers visited her. He showed her in. The moment the door closed, his lips were on hers. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed of kissing you.” She’d dreamed of a lot more. When he led her to the bedroom, her heart zinged. “Sit back, and let me treat you to a McKenna special.” She didn’t know what that entailed, but she bet she’d like it. He slipped off her shoes and she moaned. “I can’t tell you how good it feels to take off my shoes. My feet were a lot happier on the ranch when I was wearing comfortable boots.” “Now that’s what I like to hear.” He rubbed her feet and calves and she thought she’d gone to heaven. When his hands slowly inched their way up to her pussy, she knew she was in for a ride of a lifetime.



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Chapter Eleven Christina couldn’t believe Zach had brought velvet ropes, but here she was naked, spread-eagle on the bed with her legs tied wide open and her hands tied over her head. She’d never been happier. Zach stood gloriously naked at the end of the bed looking down at her. “You are the most glorious woman I’ve ever seen.” “Ditto.” God, she couldn’t believe she was going to finally make love to him. He opened a small case and pulled out what looked like a makeup brush. “Wait until you see what I can do with this.” “You going to do my makeup?” She had to laugh. Zach kept his gaze on her as he crawled onto the bed. “You are going to be at my mercy.” He grinned as he waved the brush. “I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.” “Oh yeah?” He was right. She couldn’t resist him. He lowered his head and got close enough to lick her, but instead opened her pussy lips with one hand while he dusted her opening. She jerked at the intensity of the erotic sparks shooting through her. “Easy, babe. We have all night.” “You aren’t the recipient of this carnal touching.” He grinned, leaned over, and flicked his tongue down her wet pussy. Wave upon wave of need crashed down on her. Why did his every touch nearly send her over the edge? Next, the torturous brush traced circles down her sensitive thighs while he explored her folds with his tongue for some special place to tease her. She wanted him to nibble on her clit, but did he? No. She swore he was trying to keep her from climaxing.



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“You have the most amazing snatch I’ve ever seen. Could you last a few days without eating or sleeping?” Maybe he planned to keep her captive and satisfied for days. “Yes.” She loved this side of him. He was a playful devil who was kind and sensitive. Never in her wildest dreams did she think a man so good could have come from the brooding man she’d first met. “Good. I plan to be here a long time.” The brush found its way to her breasts as his hand did wondrous things to her pussy. First one finger dove in then two. Using a come hither movement, he pressed her side walls, touching an area so sensitive she bucked up. “Shh. Easy there.” “I want you.” “I want you, too, babe, but I don’t want you to climax just yet. I need to build you up to a point where you can’t stand it anymore.” She was already there and he’d barely begun. He withdrew his magic fingers and slid up her body, his cock pressed right at her opening. He leaned over and took the crest of her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Juices cascaded out of her. “Please. Take me.” She sounded so desperate. Maybe that was because she was. He eased into her, but only partway. “Do you want me?” “Yes.” “Do you love me?” “Yes.” She didn’t have to lie or think about it. With that declaration, he pushed into her and took her mouth at the same time as if he were staking his claim. He came up for air a moment later. “You are mine.” “Yes.” Damn, he’d reduced her to one-word sentences, but he’d jumbled her thoughts until she was no longer able to think. She’d waited weeks to have him. He’d been cruel to withhold his body from her, but he told her he only wanted her if she’d promised to stay with him forever.



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His tongue danced with hers, sometimes with abandon and sometimes so softly she thought he wanted to memorize everything about her. He grabbed her hips and pressed into her, held her tight, then pulled out. “No. Don’t stop.” “You can’t know how much I want you.” His lids lowered and his mouth went slack. “I need you to breathe, and I have to have you in my life.” Her heart shattered at the pain he’d survived. “Me, too.” She wanted to hold him, but with her arms tied tight, all she could do was press her breasts upward and show him her love. “I want you to come, babe. Now.” He drove back into her and pumped faster and faster, taking her to a new height. Electric currents pricked every nerve, and her body exploded the moment he squeezed his eyes shut and shot his love into her. She wanted him for the rest of her life. He collapsed on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. His fast breaths matched hers. “I know it’s corny,” he said, “but the earth moved.” “For me, too.” He rolled off her and untied her arms. When she lowered them, she winced from having them above her head for so long. He stroked her cheek. “I don’t want to tie you up again. I miss having your arms around me.” “I missed that also.” He rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling. “So when should we tell your parents?” “Tell them what?” Her body was too sated for her brain to draw conclusions. He tilted his head toward her and cocked a brow, looking way too handsome. “That I want to marry you?” Hormones raced through her, sending her into instant lust.



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“You’re really serious?” “As serious as being willing to sell my ranch and move here if I have to.” Her heart slammed into her chest. “No.” “No?” He rolled on top of her again. “I mean, no, you don’t have to sell the ranch. I’ve had plenty of time to envision myself on the ranch and what life there would entail. I want all of it.” She rubbed his chest. “I think we need to give them some time to adjust to the idea though.” He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. His cock was getting hard again and a thrill raced through her. “You said you wanted kids, right?” “More than anything.” “Maybe if you happened to get pregnant, they’ll be happy and give us their blessing.” She wasn’t sure about her parents’ happiness, but she’d be thrilled to be a mom. “I’m liking that idea, but don’t you think we ought to talk to Brett and Deke about all of this? It is kind of sudden.” He laughed. “Trust me, they’re all for it. As for sudden, I don’t think waiting two months is quick. It seemed like forever, but I wouldn’t trade a second of it.” He tapped her nose. “In fact, rest a bit. Any minute my brothers should be arriving.” Tingles of joy raced up her spine. “They’re coming here?” “Once I told them how willing you were, they were already in the car.” Her pussy clenched thinking about a four-way. **** Christina couldn’t believe three such magnificent men would truly be hers. Zach stood back while Deke and Brett climbed onto the bed next to her. Brett stroked her face then kissed her. When he came up for air,



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his lids half closed. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for too long. We want to get you so hot that you beg us to take you.” She didn’t think it would take long for that to happen. Her pussy was already sopping wet. “I’m game.” She giggled. “Would you be willing to try something for me?” The gleam in Brett’s eye was like nothing she’d ever seen. “What?” Oh, she understood. “How do you want me?” “I’ll show you.” He moved to the end of the bed, clamped his hands on her thighs, and pulled her toward him, so that her butt was practically off the end of the bed. “Can you put your legs over your head and prop up your hips with your hands?” She’d done it a ton of times in exercise class. It was like doing virtual bike riding. She supported her hips and swung her legs over her head. “This what you want?” “Help me, God. Yes.” He spread her legs. His tongue licked her pussy and she thought she’d go through the roof. This angle added to the thrill. He stopped and stepped away. “Where are you going?” He better not be envisioning teasing her for a few hours. “Hold that pose a bit more.” She heard the familiar jar unscrew. Brett came back into view and ringed her puckered hole with cold lube. When his finger found its way inside her bottom, he returned to licking and sucking her pussy. The double assault made her cream even more. Only now did she understand the reason for the position. He added another finger to the mix and slid his thumb into her wet slit. “Oh, my God. That’s so incredible.” “I just wanted to see if your pretty butt would take me.” “Yes, yes.” “As much as I’d like to, I need to give Deke his chance.” He pulled her legs back down, and air filled her lungs. “I get some time, too,” Zach said.



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He’d had plenty of solo time, but she wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to get in the act. Zach placed a knee on the side of the bed. As he stroked her breasts, his eyes filled with desire. “I could never get too much of these.” He leaned over and drew the nipple into his mouth. Deke climbed on her other side. “My cock hasn’t come down since the last time we were together.” Deke trailed kiss down her neck, stopping to nibble her ear. “I’ve dreamt of this every hour of every day since I first met you.” His breath came out soft. “Me, too.” He moved to the end of the bed. “Spread those long legs for me and let me eat your pussy, hon, like I want.” She wasn’t going to deny that request. She was surprised how fast her urges had built up since she’d made love to Zach. Deke alternated between devouring her with his mouth and using his experienced fingers to play with her clit. “I’m so close to coming. I need you now,” she panted. “Then climb on top of me, so Brett has access to your sweet behind.” Zach helped her up while Deke stretched out on the bed. She rolled on top of him, loving the feel of his skin on hers. She was so wet she knew she’d devour him in a second. After moving her knees forward, she straddled him, but before she could take his cock into her pussy, he dragged her down and sucked hard on her tits. “Ooh, I love when you do that.” “Now, sit on me before I come.” She lifted up and eased on down his rigid cock, filling her up so much her breath left her body for a moment. Taking her time, she lifted and plunged, loving how the head of his cock pounded the end of her channel. She was lost in her own glorious rhythm when Deke slid his hands on her arms and stopped her. “Give ole Brett some room, too.” He pulled her shoulders forward,



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raising her ass to Brett. Deke lifted her hips, and he also lifted up to stay inside her. “You remain still while I pump into you. That’ll give Brett access.” She’d done this before, but Brett had used the plug. From the size of both men’s cocks, she didn’t know how they both could possibly fit. Zach tweaked her nipples and she let out a moan. Two fingers delved into her butt. “You are so tight. Relax those muscles for me, darlin’.” She did, and the next she knew, Brett’s huge cock was pressed against her entrance. He rubbed her back with one hand and her rear with the other. His soothing touch allowed her hole to open wide. He moved past the tight ring and stopped. Her breaths came out too fast. “Slow it down, darlin’. You can do this. Know that I love you and want to share you.” Deke pumped up into her, driving her higher, forcing more blood from her brain, while Zach squeezed her nipples, pulling them taut. Her mind splintered into too many pieces. Brett spread her butt cheeks wide and pushed inward, sending her forward. Deke held onto her shoulders as he moved faster and faster. Zach ran his hands through her hair and kissed the side of her face. “Turn your head, babe.” His large cock was an inch from her mouth. Dear God. Could she handle another diversion? Pre-cum glistened on the tip as if he was begging her to suck him. She opened wide and he slid in. He tasted like sunshine and leather. “Mmm.” With her cheeks spread wide, Brett held on to her ass and slowly eased his way into her anus. With each inch, more nerves exploded. She’d never felt anything so exotic in her life. After he made his way in, he stilled. She leaned her head back. Zach took the hint and removed his cock. “It’s too much. I’ll explode.” “Darlin’, we love you. Feel our love.”



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“Yes.” She wanted all of them. She wagged her tongue, motioning for Zach’s return. He obliged. She lifted up when Deke pounded into her channel and Brett countered his movement. When one entered, the other eased out partway. She swore their cocks must be touching each other inside her. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” Deke yelled. Brett squeezed her hips and pushed in and out in a slow, methodical way, heightening the sensations coursing through her. The different paces overwhelmed her senses until her head nearly exploded. Deke grabbed her hips and held on tight as his warm cum shot high into her. She opened her mouth and screamed their names when her climax crashed down on her. Brett pressed in all the way and shot his jism into her. Zach took her head and kept diving into her mouth. “Christina!” Zach yelled her name just as he, too, sent his liquid love into her mouth. She swallowed his cum, loving his salty taste. Licking the excess leakage made for more fun times. No one moved for a long time, each probably trying to catch a breath. Brett pulled out first, and she disentangled herself from Deke. “I don’t know if I can live like that. All that excitement has to be bad for my heart.” They all laughed. Uh-oh. “I’d been so consumed with need I’d forgotten about using a condom.” Since she had wanted to get pregnant, maybe her momentary lapse had been a good thing. Zach, Brett, and Deke looked crestfallen. Deke took her hand. “Would it be so bad if you were?” She smiled. “Absolutely not.” Zach’s eyes brightened. “Hold that thought.” He rushed into the other room and came back with his something in his hand. He knelt



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by the side of the bed and took her hand in his. “You know how much I want you, Christina, and that I’d love nothing more than to have you part of our lives.” He held up the blue velvet box. “Will you marry me?” Her heart skidded to a halt. “What about Deke and Brett?” He grinned. “Oh, this proposal is definitely a package deal. As the eldest, I’m just asking permission for all.” “Then, I say yes!”



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Chapter Twelve The next two months were hard on everyone. Though she wanted to share her joy, she had yet to show the ring to her parents. She was still trying to figure out how to broach the topic of leaving her job, moving to Tucson to live on a ranch, and being married to three men at once. Only Danielle knew she was engaged. Her plan was to have each of the men “court” her. She’d invite them for dinner at her parents’ house. She wanted both her mom and dad to get to know each of them well. She pretended she hadn’t made up her mind about which brother she wanted. Her parents seemed to thrive on these date “interviews.” Deke was surprisingly well versed about the political scene. Fortunately, both he and her dad were Republicans. Since Deke had a degree in finance with a minor in marketing, he’d been able to offer her dad some good suggestions about how to help the up-and-coming candidates. His easy and natural way of looking at life brought some much-needed calm to the dinner table discussions. Brett was the jokester of the group, getting his parents to laugh at the silliest stories. However, his wealth of knowledge about animal breeding and animal rights warmed her parents’ hearts. And then there was Zach. His sophistication and ability to discuss the pros and cons of developing land brought him close to her dad, who, at the moment, was trying to purchase land for speculation. Christina was up in her room reading when her mother came into her room. “So, dear, which man are you going to marry?” She wanted to say she loved all three brothers, but when she stood at the altar she knew who it would be.



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“Zach.” Her mother smiled. “Well, I like all of them, so I’d be happy no matter which one you chose. Do you love him?” “Yes.” She held her breath. “Has he proposed yet?” She wasn’t sure whether she should tell her mom. If she said yes, her mother would be furious she’d withheld the information. If she said no, she’d probably be mad that Christina was hanging out with a man whose intentions did not live up to her mom’s expectations. “Yes.” “Good.” She stood up. “Good, is that all?” “Well, the baby will need a father.” Her hand shot to her stomach. “I’m not pregnant.” “Have you had your period since you started sleeping with him?” Was it that obvious? “No, but I’m not worried. I’m only a little bit late.” How long had it been? She’d been so distracted, she hadn’t counted. She’d had unprotected sex only once. But then again, she hadn’t been feeling well in the morning. She’d chalked it up to nerves. Between work and spending time with her men, she’d been a little on edge. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll start planning the wedding now.” Her mom was halfway across the room when she turned around and smiled. “I couldn’t be happier.” With that she left. Christina looked down at her stomach and smiled. Could she be pregnant? The thought made her smile. **** Christina never thought she’d get through this day. The house had been swarming with caterers, a wedding planner, and her mother, who was running around making demands everywhere. If they didn’t hurry



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up and get on with this wedding, her dress wouldn’t fit her rapidly expanding waist. From the time her mother said she wanted a wedding to the time the actual event occurred, three more months had passed. The baby was having a fit from all the stress. “You okay?” Brett popped his head in her room. “Yes. I’m almost ready.” “How’s the kid holding up?” “Better than I am.” “Let’s hope he doesn’t get upset when we all take you tonight.” She groaned. She hadn’t had sex in forever. What with her mother hovering, trying to finish up at work before turning in her resignation, and making sure everyone was invited to the wedding, she hadn’t had time for the men she loved. That would make tonight so much more wonderful. Deke showed up. “Come on. Everyone’s waiting.” He looked so handsome in his tux. The wedding was held outside in the backyard. It was what she’d dreamed of her whole life. All the lawn chairs were decorated with pink bows, and the wedding planners had built a large trellis, complete with lilies threaded through the slats. Her only regret was that she’d be marrying but one man legally. In her heart, she knew she was tied to all three. There must have been five hundred guests for the elaborate affair. She didn’t even want to think about how much this wedding cost. Her grandmother teetered up to her and gave her a hug. “Now, remember. If you want a man to do what you want, make him happy in bed.” “Grannie!” Thankfully, the wedding march began before she got any more sage advice from her grandmother. She clasped her father’s arm and walked toward the three men who loved her. Zach stood next to the minister, with Deke and Brett by his side. It



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would be as if she’d be tied to all three. Her stomach was jumpy, but at the same time, her excitement at loving all three made it seem as though she was floating toward them. The minister, an old friend of the family, winked, then began the ceremony. They’d written their own vows, making them a little openended so only they would know her love was for all of them. “Do you, Zach McKenna, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He took her hand and squeezed. His calm exterior helped soothe her nerves. “I do.” “And you do you, Christina Hardgrave, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” She swore the preacher glanced at Deke and Brett. “I do.” With that Zach slipped the ring on her finger. “I now pronounce you man and wife. Zach, you may kiss the bride.” After that, all hell seemed to break loose. Zach kept kissing her until Deke nudged him out of the way for a back-bending kiss. Surprisingly, Brett waited patiently until Deke finished. Then he gave a kiss to end all kisses. Zach was about to start the round again, when Dad stepped in. “I think it’s my turn to congratulate my daughter on finding not one but three wonderful men.” Her mouth dropped open. At that moment, she couldn’t have loved her dad more. He squeezed her tight. “Just name the child after me.” She glanced over at her new husbands. They all nodded. “You got it.”



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book-buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.

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