He jogged the ten yards to the person and jumped the fence with ease, before squatting down next the woman, who looked as if she was fast asleep on the ground. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a gentle shake, but she didn’t react at all.
“Miss, are you all right?” he asked, but again she remained still. So he tried again, this time louder. “Ma’am, are you hurt?” Again, no reaction. “Shit!” Hank brushed the dark hair from her cheek and cursed under his breath when he felt how hot she was. The poor woman was sick. He had no idea what she was doing out here all alone, but he would ask her later when she was awake. Right now, he needed to get her back to the house and call a doctor.
Her face was flushed, and she was way too hot. Hank was worried that if she got any hotter she would start convulsing or end up with brain damage. Being careful not to jostle her, he lifted her into his arms and then rose and turned toward his truck. He eyed the fence he’d just fixed and realized if he wanted to get her over to the other side, he was going to have to bend over the barbed wire at the top and/or cut the damn fence.
Hank was thankful she didn’t weigh much and used his strong arm muscles to gently lower her to the ground again over the wire, being careful that none of her body touched the sharp barbs. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her when she was already sick. Once she was on the ground, he moved a few steps away from her, placed his hand on the top a wooden post, and vaulted over the wire, before scooping her back up into his arms. He hesitated over putting her in the back or the front passenger seats, but decided on the front. He needed to keep an eye on her in case she got sicker.
When he had her half sitting and half lying across the bench seat, he jumped into the truck, turned the key, and started toward the ranch house. The moment he was heading in the right direction he hit speed dial two on his phone and called Barry.
“What’s up?” Barry asked in way of greeting.
“Can you call the doc and get him to come out to the house ASAP?”
“Are you hurt?”
“If you’d let me finish, I’ll explain.”
“Sorry,” Barry muttered.
“I found an unconscious woman just outside the northernmost fence.”
“Are you serious?”
“Would I joke about something like that?” Hank snapped.
“I’m on it.”
Hank glanced toward the woman when she moaned, and one of her arms flailed, but she still didn’t wake up.
When he was through the open pasture gate and on the gravel track, he pressed his accelerator foot harder to the floor. He didn’t need to worry about closing the gate since there were no cattle in the paddock, but he would send Barry or David out to do so later and to search the surrounding area in case the woman had dropped a purse or something.
When he glanced her way, he took in her state. Although her clothes looked clean and brand new, her hair was a little straggly as if she hadn’t had the time to brush it. Her cheeks were bright pink, but the rest of her face was as pale as milk. There were dark smudges beneath her eyes as if she’d been having trouble sleeping, but it was her curves that drew his gaze again and again. She was slim with shapely hips, and the shirt she wore molded to her lush breasts. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and he was curious about the color of her eyes, but his curiosity would have to wait. He was almost home and from the dust lifting into the air from the opposite direction, he guessed the doctor would be arriving at the house almost the same time as he did.
Sure enough, just as he stopped the truck close to the steps, the doc pulled up, too. Barry, David, and the doc all rushed toward his truck, but Hank was out and at the front passenger door before they were, and he lifted the woman into his arms and hurried up the steps.
“Do you have any idea who she is?” David asked as he rushed around him, opened the front door, and stepped aside so that Hank could carry the woman into the house.
“No.” He carried her down the hallway and hesitated over his decision to put her in the master bedroom. There were only three other bedrooms at this end of the house, which he and his brothers occupied, but he didn’t think the woman would appreciate sharing a room with strangers, so with a sigh, he nudged open the partially open door and gently deposited her onto the bed. He didn't want her in the guestrooms at the other end of the house in case she called out and they didn't hear her. He and his brothers would need to keep an eye on her while she recovered from her illness.
“Do you know what happened?” the doc asked as he hurried into the room with his bag in hand.
“No. I found her on the ground just outside the northern pasture.”
“You need to leave so I can examine her.”
Hank turned to find both of his brothers crowded in the doorway and nodded to them to leave, before following them out toward the kitchen. He wished he’d found her purse and knew who she was, but he was going to have to wait, and hopefully, when she was awake, she could answer his questions.
He was just contemplating on calling the sheriff when the doc yelled for him. “Hank, I need some help.”
She took in the cream-colored walls of the bedroom she’d first woken in after her scary flight. Hank lowered her feet to the floor, and then he cupped her face between his hands again. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. We would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know,” Cat replied sincerely, and she did deep in her heart. These compassionate loving men would never deliberately harm her.
Hank lowered his mouth to hers and started to kiss her, his lips brushing back and forth over hers until she was once more panting for breath. The moment her lips parted, his tongue swept inside, delving deep, tasting every inch of her mouth.
Heat warmed her back, and as she inhaled through her nose, she knew that it was Barry behind her. A shiver of need raced up her spine, and she moaned when Barry’s hands landed on her hips before caressing up her sides to just under her arms and the outside of her breasts.
“So damn, sexy,” David growled and then a large warm hand landed on her stomach beneath her shirt.
The instant Barry’s hands moved from the outside of her breasts to envelop them was the minute Cat knew that she’d made the right decision. Hank’s mouth on hers, David’s hand stroking her belly, and Barry’s hands kneading her breasts felt so right, so good.
She almost cried out with disappointment when Hank broke the kiss, but she swallowed the sound in her chest back down when her shirt was tugged up and off over her head.
“Fucking perfect,” Barry rasped.
Cat looked up at him over her shoulder, and her pussy clenched with need when she saw the hunger in his eyes. He was staring at her lace-covered breasts and licking his lips as if he were hungry for a taste.
“Let’s get these off,” David said in a hoarse whisper.
Gazing toward him, and she was surprised to see him on his knees at her side. He pulled on the button of her jeans, and he tugged until the button came free from its mooring. He lifted his head and met her gaze as he moved to the zipper, but he didn’t pull it down. His eyebrow quirked in query, and she licked her lips before nodding her consent.
David’s heated gaze turned almost feral as he slowly lowered the metal clasp before he and Barry pushed her jeans over her hips and down her legs.
“We forgot her shoes,” David said.
Cat squeaked when Barry scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed before sitting on the edge of the mattress and plonking her in his lap.
Hank and David moved until they were within touching distance, each of them taking the time to remove her shoes and socks before pulling her jeans from her lower legs.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Another surge of arousal coursed through her veins, heating her blood and causing her pussy to clench and ache. The scent of her desire was so strong even she could smell it and she still had her panties on.
“Yes,” she moaned when Barry covered her bra-clad breasts with his hands and molded them with his fingers and palms.
“Look at me, Cat,” Barry demanded.
She looked up at him just as he leaned forward and slanted his lips over hers. The kiss was hot, wet, and wild, making her insides burn even hotter. Her moan was muffled by his mouth, but was still loud to her own ears. Barry released her mouth and began to lick and nibble on her neck.
Hands skimmed over her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down her arms just before she felt a tug on the front clasp of her bra. The material parted, her areolae puckered, and her nipples hardened as the cooler air in the room wafted over the sensitive nubs. They began to throb with need, and just as she was about to demand that one of them do something to relieve the ache, a hot, wet tongue laved over first one tip and then the other.
She gasped and arched into the touch and then moaned loudly as both nipples were taken into warm moist mouths. Her closed lids fluttered open, and her body shook with need when she saw Hank’s and David’s heads so close to her chest as they suckled on her nipples.
Hank released her nipple with a pop, licking her skin as he moved down her body, over her stomach toward her panty-covered mound. Her cunt clenched, and cream dripped out onto her already soaked panties. A cry left her lips when his tongue dipped under the waistband of her undies, and then his fingers hooked into the sides and tugged them off over her hips and down her legs.
He lifted his head and met her gaze with his passion-hazed blue eyes. “I need to taste you, sweetheart.”
That was the only warning she got. His hands landed on her knees, and he gently pried them wide before moving between her spread thighs and lowering his head to her pussy.
The first touch of his tongue on her cunt had her moaning and bowing her hips up. The second lick had her sobbing with a pleasure so acute she wasn’t sure she could stand it.
Hank hadn’t lifted his head when he spoke and the deep rumbles of his voice against her clit had her balancing on the edge of something so big she couldn’t draw a breath.
Barry gripped her chin, tilting her head back so she could meet his gaze. “Breathe, baby. Just relax. We’ll take care of you.”
David flicked his tongue over a nipple, which sent shards of pleasure straight down to her clit. Her vision waivered when Barry leaned to the side and began to kiss her again, while he used a hand to pluck and pinch at her free nipple.