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  “Open up, honey,” Cade whispered into her mouth. “Let my brother in.”

  She’d thought they’d at least give her a few minutes to catch her breath, but apparently a few was all she would get. Justin rubbed his shaft lower against the lips of her pussy. And incredibly, as Mark continued to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples and Cade ate at her mouth, desire stirred and came to life. The heat of it fired the nerves in her pussy and warmed the blood in her veins.

  “Her nipples are hard as diamonds,” Mark said. “She’s already hot again.”

  “It’s a good thing,” Justin said, his voice taut with need. “’Cause I’m ready to go. Give me a hand here, guys.”

  “You going first today?” Cade’s voice was thick with lust but still held a note of amusement. His lips were now barely touching Marti’s.

  “I think you need a little recovery time, big brother. So how about it?”

  She wasn’t sure what to expect until Mark and Cade each lifted one of her legs and supported it with their arms, opening her wide for their brother. Justin slid his fingers inside her again, thoughtfully testing to see if she was slick with something besides the pool water. She saw his eyes flash when he found her rich with cream.

  “My turn,” he told her. “I get first crack at that sweet little cunt and I can’t tell you how I’ve been looking forward to this.”

  Marti forced her eyes to stay open so she could watch as he wrapped his fingers around his erection and nudged her opening with the broad head. Like his brothers, he was thick and long and hard as steel. Rocking his hips back and forth, he eased himself into her until she’d taken his full length. His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped into her, slowly at first then faster.

  Cade, who still had his other hand threaded through her hair, cradled her head. But this time it was Mark who pressed his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue inside. His lips were harder than Cade’s, with more ardour, and his tongue swept everywhere, dancing with hers. As Justin pumped his hips faster, Mark increased the movement of his tongue so that they were fucking her in two places like a well-choreographed ballet.

  Mark’s tongue was so deep in her throat she could barely breathe, but the slide of it over her skin was intensely exciting. She gave Mark back as good as she got. Justin continued to drive into her, harder and faster, his cock thickening even more. As he neared his release, he gasped out, “Please tell us you’re on the pill.”

  “Mmm,” was all she could manage with her mouth consumed by Mark’s.

  “All…right, then.”

  He barely got the words out before Marti felt the spurt of his release in her, and that triggered her own climax. Justin grasped her by the waist and pulled her hard against him while her pussy clamped down on him, milking his cock, sucking him deep inside her passage. She clung to his shoulders for dear life as the spasms rocketed through her, shaking her, the water around them swirling with their movements.

  Marti closed her eyes as she spiralled out, the tremors finally easing until they subsided. Cade and Mark eased her legs down. Each slid an arm around her, cupped a breast and soothed her until her body relaxed again. Justin leant forward and brushed his mouth over hers. He kissed the belly button ring again then smiled at her, that sexy Thompson smile.

  “You’re a winner, Marti.”

  She certainly hoped so, especially for one of the Thompson brothers. Cade. The oldest. The hottest. The one she’d focussed on from the day she’d first met all three of them. Now she had to work hard not to let it show. That wasn’t the way they played. It was all of them or none of them, a fact that gave her a tiny stab of regret.

  What the hell, Marti? This is the way you like it. You changing direction all of a sudden?

  She smiled back at Justin and pushed the errant thoughts from her mind.

  * * * *

  Mark had taken drinks from the refrigerator in the outdoor kitchen—beer for the men, a wine cooler for Marti—and they relaxed and recovered at the side of the pool, their faces flushed with the heat of sexual activity and anticipation of what was yet to come. Marti laughed and joked with them, obviously comfortable and at ease with the situation. Cade would have given a month’s receipts from the ranch to know how she’d got to this point in her life for her to be so at ease with the situation.

  On top of that, he was doing his best to control an unfamiliar feeling that he vaguely recognised as jealousy. He couldn’t remember ever being jealous of his brothers in his life…except for the time he’d broken his leg and they’d got to go into San Antonio to watch the Spurs play while he had to stay home. The three of them had played their games with a list of women longer than he cared to think about without the green-eyed monster ever creeping in.

  Oh sure, they’d all agreed that one of these days—sometime in the distant future—they’d need to think about settling down, getting married. But no one had yet figured out how they’d be able to adjust their sexual appetites to accommodate that. Not to mention the fact that it would take a pretty special woman to agree to their situation.

  Maybe it was turning thirty-six last month—seeing forty stare him in the face—and realising he needed some structure to his life. Maybe he was just tired of the same vapid females they brought to the ranch.

  Or maybe—shit, he could hardly even think about this—it had something to do with Marti herself. The minute she’d walked into Treble Shooters to meet with the three of them about the job, he’d felt an electrified connection that he’d never had with anyone else. It wasn’t just the physical appeal. Truth be told, some of the women they’d played with might have been more beautiful. Maybe. But Marti was the whole package—looks, brains and a vibrant personality. A sense of self he found missing in most women. And an aura of sexual knowledge that very few women had. At least the ones that he knew.

  She was a woman a man could hold on to for the long run.

  Hold it, Cade. You’re letting your mind wander into dangerous territory. That’s not even on the table here. Right? Right?

  “Cade, you falling asleep on us?”

  Mark’s teasing voice broke into his abstract wanderings and he mentally shook himself. His eyes strayed to Marti’s naked form stretched out face down on one of the loungers. Justin had just commented that she really needed sun block so she wouldn’t burn in the hot Texas sun and had picked up the bottle they’d left on the umbrella table.

  Marti turned her head and gave Cade a lazy smile. “You going to help here?” she asked. “Or you just planning to watch?”

  Was that a signal of some kind she was sending him? Was he reading a message in her eyes that wasn’t really there?

  Stop this shit. What’s gotten into you, asshole?

  “Cade?” Mark’s voice was impatient.

  “On it.” He dug out his usual smile and tried to bury all the disturbing thoughts clashing in his brain.

  Mark was already sitting at the edge of the wide lounger smoothing the thick lotion into Marti’s shoulders and arms. Justin sat at the foot of the chaise working on her ankles and calves. Cade smiled to himself as he knelt on a towel beside her.

  I get the best part.

  He took the bottle from Mark, squirted some of the liquid into the palm of one hand then began to stroke it over the sweet curve of her ass. Her muscles tensed slightly at his touch then relaxed again. Her head was turned so she could see him and when his hot gaze locked on her sultry one, he swore he saw the same mysterious, knowing look in them as before.

  What’s going on here?

  He kept stroking her buttocks in a smooth circular motion, first one cheek then the other. He grabbed the bottle to squeeze more lotion, dripped it right at the top of her crevice and began to stroke his fingers through that hot, hot crease. He deliberately kept his touch light, especially when his fingertips brushed over her anus, but even that soft touch was enough to bring a tiny moan of pleasure from her.

  “I think we need a little more sun block here.” Need thickened his v
oice. “Wouldn’t want anything this tender to get sunburned, would we?”

  “Need any help with that?” Justin teased.

  “I’ve got it. Thanks.”

  And I’m going to keep it. Whatever else happens, I’m the only one that’s going to have her ass today. Period.

  Whoa there. What’s going on?

  Again he shook off the stray thoughts and pressed a little more firmly on that tiny opening. She moaned again and he pressed hard enough that the tip of his finger popped through the tight ring of muscle.

  Justin was working his way up the inside of her legs towards her sweet little pussy. He nudged her thighs apart with his hand and the movement made her ass clench, trapping his finger inside her. Cade’s cock sprang to life, throbbing with a sudden wave of need. He pressed deeper with his finger and stroked her hot inner tissues. Justin had reached her pussy by now and when Cade spared him a glance, he saw his brother’s fingers stroking the lotion over sweet pink pussy lips. Mark had moved his hand and was applying the liquid to the sides of her breasts.

  Marti was whimpering now, delicious little sounds that sent bolts of lust straight to Cade’s balls.

  Cade moved his head so his mouth was at Marti’s ear. “I don’t care what else happens,” he whispered. “I’m going to have your ass. Just me. You keep that in mind, sugar.”

  She trembled both at the words and his tone and that same mysterious look flashed in her eyes again.

  “We need to turn her over,” Mark said. “I think we’ve covered every inch of her back.” He chuckled. “That is, Cade, if we can talk you into taking your finger out of her sweet ass.”

  Cade just grunted, but he stroked his finger in and out twice more just for good measure before pulling it free and wiping it on the towel. They turned her over and he took his first really good look at the front of her. Firm breasts, not too large and not too small, with dusky rose nipples pointing straight up at him. A stomach just slightly rounded, softening the toned lines of her body. And the most tempting cunt he’d seen in a long time, the hair neatly trimmed to form just two defining lines. He was afraid he’d come just from looking at her.

  This time Mark took the bottle of sun block and squeezed a line of the lotion straight down her body, beginning at the hollow of her throat and trailing all the way to her cunt, pooling extra just at the top of her mound.

  “Spread your legs, honey,” Justin told her in a husky voice.

  Mark and Cade each took one breast, kneading the mounds and pinching the nipples while Justin worked his way up her legs from her ankles. They all moved their hands as if in an orchestrated plan towards her pussy, reaching it at the same time. Three pairs of hands worked the lotion into her. Cade went immediately to her clit while Mark and Justin each worked one side of her pussy lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Yes,” she breathed.

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

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

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

  What the hell?

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

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

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

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

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

  And then it was time for the main act.

  Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Is there a problem?” she asked.

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

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

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

  “It was about kissing you,” he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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