Catherine started backing out, trying to get away from the discomfort smothering the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I heard John’s voice and—” And what? Ached to see him? Hoped she’d get a chance to touch all three men? She shrugged. “It was nice meeting you, Robin.”
“You, too.” Robin’s smile was back in full force. “Come by and say goodbye after the doc cuts you loose.”
“Okay.” No chance in hell.
She was almost to the door before she spun around and got out of the room as fast as possible. What were all three men doing in Robin’s room? John being there made sense, but what about the other two? Were they all friends? Or had they been closer than friends before Robin had taken ill?
She didn’t like feeling jealous, especially of a sick woman, but she couldn’t hold back the feeling. Her life had been messed up before, but now it was getting messed up in an entirely different way. “I need to get the hell out of this hick town.”
“Damn. I thought you kind of liked it here.”
She pivoted around so fast that she threw herself off balance. Thankfully, Smoke was there to steady her.
“Hey, baby, be careful. You’re feeling better, and that’s great, but don’t push it. Do like your doctor ordered and take it easy.”
The wonderful zing of electricity whipped through her again. If she had to fall every hour of the day just to get caught by one of them and feel the sensation, she’d gladly do it. Taking a deep breath to steady her libido more than her equilibrium, she pushed away. “Right. Easy.”
John and Tatum were only steps behind them. They surrounded her like a trio of predators cutting their prey off from safety. Yet if anyone were going to eat her, she wouldn’t mind if it were these three hot predators.
“She almost fell,” said Smoke.
John’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that right?”
“I turned around too fast, that’s all. No big deal.” She held back the fact that she’d loved Smoke catching her.
“Which gives us more of a reason to talk to you,” added Tatum. “Did you get in contact with anyone at home?”
If she played it just right, she might be able to wrangle an invitation to stay with them. If they suggested one of the bed and breakfasts, she’d decline and have to call Sandy to come and get her.
“No. Not yet.”
“So you don’t have anywhere to go once I sign your release papers?”
She would’ve sworn John’s eyes added tiny flecks of amber to the deep chocolate. “Not yet. I’ll have to call a friend and wait for them to pick me up. Or send a car. I don’t suppose my car is repaired?”
Smoke made a face. “From what I saw, your car’s not getting repaired any time soon. Even if it’s repairable, no one around these parts knows how to fix that kind of fancy car.”
“I thought as much.” She averted her gaze, pausing to give them an opening. If they didn’t take it, she’d be stuck calling Sandy. Or, worse, Thomas.
“You could stay with us.”
Her heart did a flip-flop at Tatum’s offer. When her gaze met his, she did her best to contain her excitement. “You’re asking me to stay with you? All three of you?” They shared a ranch together, but they didn’t need to know she knew.
“We’re offering, yes.” He gestured toward John and Smoke. “We own the Triple Creek Ranch just outside Twisted. It’s not much, but it beats staying by yourself. Don’t get me wrong, the local B&Bs are terrific, but you’ll be more comfortable with us.”
“And I can make sure you take it easy.” John adopted what she thought of as his doctor pose, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat. Laugh lines formed around his eyes with his smirk. “No charge, either.”
“Don’t let him fool you,” teased Smoke. “You’ll be safer with me around.”
She’d feel something, all right, but the word wasn’t safe. If her pussy heating up right now was any indication, the word was horny.
“Don’t listen to either one of them,” interjected Tatum. “I’m the one who’ll make you feel better. You can count on it.”
“I don’t know.” She wasn’t a good actress or anything, but she hoped she was playing the reluctant card convincingly enough to fool them. The pounding of her pulse in her ears and the rapid beat of her heart in her chest said she was anything but reluctant.
“Would you rather sit around here and wait for a friend to pick you up?” asked Smoke.
The three of them looked at her expectantly, like cats ready to pounce on a juicy mouse.
“Well…” She drew out the word, still playing her part. “It’ll take a while for anyone to get here. Plus, I’m not sure I can handle another minute inside this place.”
“Then it’s settled.” John swooped his arm around her waist and led her back to her room. “I’ll check with Nurse Susan and make sure your clothes are ready. Until then, relax and stay off that leg. Got it?”
By the time he’d led her back to her bed, her body was screaming to take him. Maybe if she hopped into bed and offered to ride him, he’d take her up on it. Along with his hot brother and cousin. Yet when the time came, she lost her nerve.
She stared longingly after him as he left. “That’s okay. I’m going to stay at their ranch. They’ll be plenty of time to hop on top and ride.”
They were inside her. John’s cock was in her mouth as she tasted his musky flavor. Smoke’s cock was in her ass, setting up a pain-pleasure combination she’d never felt before. Tatum’s cock was in her pussy, pushing at the very end of her.
They worked her, at times slamming into her from all sides at the same time. She was caught between them, a willing prisoner in their capture. Panting, she did her best to keep up with them, but it was an impossible task. The sounds of their sex filled the room as the aroma of their bodies joining together surrounded them.
She couldn’t hold on for much longer. The storm inside her grew steadily stronger, taking more and more control of her body over her mind. She gave in, knowing it was her only choice, accepting it as her reward. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks told her what to do and how to react.
She felt Smoke tense. His fingers dug into her flesh as he stopped, his eyes closed, his effort to keep from coming hardening his face.
She tightened her ass muscles around his cock. Not to force his ejaculation, but to give him a heightened sensation.
His eyes widened as she did. Growling, he pulled out and fell away as his cum shot out of his cock. “Damn it.”
Tatum laughed and plunged into her harder. “Mine.”
“Fuck that.” John eased his cock out of her mouth then hurried to get on to his side behind her. Biting on her shoulder, he slipped his cock into her ass. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Her gasps of delight echoed around the room as John’s cock filled her asshole. Tatum, his dark eyes lightened with amber, pounded into her pussy. Together they trapped her between them. She was unable to do more than hold on, her fingers digging into Tatum’s shoulders. A warmth spread outward from her pussy as her need grew stronger than ever. Tightening both her pussy and her anus muscles, she silently vowed to keep them inside her. She could imagine their cocks meeting in the middle of her abdomen, ready to blow the storm inside her apart.
John laid his forehead against her shoulder, his panted breath heating her skin. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Tatum was beyond words, his gaze locked on her breasts as he played with them, twisting her nipples then massaging them with his thumbs. “This is the way I dreamed of having you.”
He’d dreamed of sex with her? His words caressed her as much as his hands did.
She could feel John’s balls slapping against her. Could feel his hand against her skin. But more, she could feel his need for her, the caring he felt for her as the mystical bond between them forged into a stronger one.
“You’re ours, Catherine Alexander.” The amber in Tatum’s eyes glowed. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
“He’s right, baby.” Smoke stood off to the side, his cock in his hand, his gaze locked on them.
Before she could ask how he felt, John told her. “Ours today and longer.”
Longer? As in forever? Or was there a time limit to their relationship?
She didn’t want to think of her time with them ending. Instead, she gave into the massive need controlling her and let her orgasm take her. She cried out as her climax barreled out of her.
Soon, however, her cry was matched with two more as John and Tatum gave in to their releases. They clung together, the three of them locked together with more than their bodies. Her gaze found Smoke’s and brought him into the mix. Just one look was enough to bring on yet another orgasm. She cried out as her body seemed to fall apart with its brutal conquest.
“Oh my God!” She screamed as the bed moved beneath her, a quake of a sexual nature. Reaching out, she took hold of Tatum’s arm, digging her fingernails into his skin.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The orgasm roared through her, trembles taking her body as the world seemed to sway around them. A rumble filled her ears, drowning out her cries.
This is fuckin’ amazing!
“Move! Now!” shouted Smoke.
In the throes of her climax, she realized Tatum had pushed her upward while wrapping his strong arm around her waist. Again, she was lifted as though she weighed nothing. She held on to him as her climax tore into her. If he’d put her on her feet, she wouldn’t have been able to stand up.
He slammed her back against the doorjamb, but she didn’t care how much it hurt. Her body shuddered, the quake of her release roaring out of her. Her orgasm was so powerful that it seemed like the wood against her spine was actually moving.
“Just hold on, Catnip.”
She laughed. “I’m never letting you go. God, I’m still shuddering.”
He paused, then a huge grin filled his face. “As much as we’d love to take credit, we can’t. Catnip, we’re having another earthquake.”
At first she didn’t understand. Her mind refused to function. Perspiration ran between her breasts and down the middle of Tatum’s muscular chest. As the men huddled around her, it finally hit her. “It’s another quake?”
“Yeah.” Tatum stroked her hair.
“Wow. I thought for sure it was—” Maybe she’d made a mistake, but as far as she was concerned, they’d shaken her world as much as the earthquake had.