“You mean he wants to fuck you.”
She squirmed, knowing by the slight twitch of Hunter’s lips that he could hear what was being said on Jake’s end, too. Jake did talk loud sometimes when he was happy and this was a cell phone after all.
“I know. He told me.”
Hunter told Jake that he wanted to fuck her without him there? What kind of strange family was this?
If she had liked the same guy as Kendall and asked to screw her boyfriend back then her sister would have punched her lights out. Mellie would have smacked Kendall upside the head back then if she’d wanted to mess around with her boyfriend at the time. Hell, even now if she had a boyfriend.
And these men were okay with sharing their love interests with each other?
“You want him, don’t you?” Jake asked seriously.
“He’s a nice-looking man, but—”
“You’re adorable.” He chuckled. “But seriously, honey, do you want to sleep with him even though I’m not there?”
The words sounded incriminating to her even though he said them quite cheerfully.
“Let me put it to you a different way. If I hadn’t said those things to you this morning, would you fuck him?”
Her face burned, and she couldn’t look at Hunter. “Probably, but—”
“No buts, honey. If you want him, have at him. You have my blessing. I told you that before I left.”
Her spirit sank and her libido soared. She felt a pang of sadness in her chest. “Why aren’t you jealous?”
Because he doesn’t really love me.
Jake just must be one of those people who referred to lust and infatuation as love. He was probably one of those people who believed that once the profound, comfortable part of love came it meant that he’d fallen out of love and would then end the relationship in search of the next big high emotionally.
The possibility depressed her deeply.
“Because I love you, Mellie, and I love my brother,” Jake explained. “I want you both to be happy and have pleasure. Having sex with each other will make you both real happy and give you guys a lot of pleasure, so I’m good with it.”
His reply was strangely moving and baffling as hell. Melanie cared about whether or not her sister was happy and had pleasure, but good heavens, that didn’t mean she’d ever let Kendall sleep with one of her boyfriends just so she could have pleasure.
Danny had suggested bringing Kendall into bed with them before. It had irritated Mellie rather than broke her heart, further proof that her twisted need to stay with him hadn’t been about love. She’d refused, of course, but she didn’t want to be with a man that wanted to bang her sister. That along with all the other crap relating to his addictions had been the beginning of the end.
“What if I like him better? Don’t you worry about that?” she asked.
Jake laughed on the other end. “Oh hell no, he has less experience than me, and even if he had more I wouldn’t be worried. I know you love me.”
Her heart skipped a beat. He knew she loved him. She hadn’t told him that she had, but somehow he knew, even though she was too afraid to call it love when she’d only known him for a few days and in business e-mails before that.
“Have fun, honey. Oh, Greyson is coming.” Jake sounded mildly frantic. “I’ve got to go. Think of me when you come, but not too much. I want you to be in the moment with Hunter.”
And her brain broke.
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
Jake made a kissing sound into the phone and then hung up.
Melanie stood there for a second in shock before pushing the off button and giving the phone back to Hunter.
“Feel better?” Hunter asked, setting his cell phone aside.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I just had to make sure. I had to hear it from him just in case there was a miscommunication between you guys.”
The pad of his index finger felt like sandpaper pressed against her lips. Hot sandpaper.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me, sweetness,” he murmured. “Your loyalty is commendable.”
“I thought he loved me,” she whispered.
Darn, that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud, but she was still in a state of shock.
“He does love you, angel.” He angled her chin so she looked up at him. “That’s why he’s sharing you.”
It did seem like a sacrificial thing for Jake to do, but at the same time it seemed like an “eh, you can play with her, too” kind of thing. Was it really possible to love someone deeply and be fine sharing them with someone else just so they could be happy and have pleasure?
The concept was touching and downright puzzling, but she decided to just go with it if Jake was truly fine with the situation.
Hunter obviously was. His breath fanned against her face as he drew near her without kissing her.
“You don’t have to do anything to me,” he said in a hush that served as a narcotic for her sex drive. “Just let me feed you from my hand like the precious thing you are. Let me give you pleasure, angel.”
She had a feeling a man like Hunter was a well-kept secret. Unlike Emmett, with his confidence that bordered arrogance and his shameless innuendos, Hunter’s seduction was more subtle, but no less potent.
He pecked her lips with his in a barely there kiss before indulging in several more whispering kisses that stole the air from her lungs. His lips had firmness that betrayed his gender, but they were smooth and kissable.
“Will you still respect me after this?” she asked.
He appeared surprised by the question. “I’ll always respect you, Melanie, and your wishes. If I was suited up and about to penetrate you and you asked me to stop, I would. If you went to bed with me and my brothers and our ranch hand, I would still admire you and regard you as the classiest lady I ever met.”
His words moved her.
It shamed her to dwell on the images that his words provoked. Good lord, what on earth would she do in bed with five men at once? That sounded like a catastrophe waiting to happen. All those limbs kicking everyone in the face just before the bedframe broke beneath them and they all ended up in a heap in the rubble tangled up like a big, scandalous pretzel.
The injuries they might sustain.
The raw, maddening ecstasy they would experience.
She felt moisture trickling down her inner thighs when her orgasm subsided.
“No more,” she pleaded. “Two is my max.”
The men apparently weren’t having any of that.
Jake nipped her thigh, tearing a startled yip from her. “Bad Mellie.”
Emmett rubbed her plump clit shamelessly, giving her a sassy smile. “It’s time to push your limits, beautiful.”
“We want you nice and relaxed, angel,” Hunter explained to her.
Diego didn’t say anything at first, merely held her face still so she had no choice but to swim in the dark abyss of his smoking gaze.
She flinched and whined when Jake pushed a finger up into her vagina, rough, masculine flesh flirting with the soft, wet heat of feminine flesh.
Emmett brought her throbbing clitoris to the edge and then cut the stimulation short, denied her. He moved his finger in ways that had her aching and dying for orgasm even as her brain warned her that her genitals were too sensitive for any more releases tonight.
Hunter’s fingers thrusting and twirling in her back entrance left her feeling vanquished and exposed. It was so private, so trusting, and submissive to let someone stick their fingers up her most intimate hole and have their way with her. It still shocked her every time they did it to her.
“Shh,” Diego lulled.
It was all he said, but somehow it was enough. Funny thing was that there was a subtle kind of authority about him even though he worked for the O’Neils. She wasn’t sure why. His unspoken jurisdiction over her even when in the presence of two men he worked for was a paradox.
His dark eyes wordlessly cast their spell over her and willed her to melt into his lurid stare.
“Shh, you want this, dolce,” he crooned in that hypnotic Spanish accent of his.
Melanie stifled an aroused whimper. Their hands and mouths on her were killing her slowly with pleasure. Diego’s entrancing voice and mesmerizing eyes held her captive. The combined assault of all four men on her body had her hotter than she could stand. She throbbed and ached, needing to come, craving penetration. Something —anything—to stop the sexual pain.
Her orgasm built up inside her, causing the pressure in her lower abdomen to increase. She was sure the slightest breeze would set her off.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Diego said in an addicting murmur. “Just look into my eyes.”
How could she possibly be expected to lose herself in the prowess of his leer and focus on coming at the same time?
Her body started to shake and she mewled in pleasured torment when the tingles grew and burned hotter inside of her.
“That’s it, dolce. Let it happen,” Diego cooed, tracing a line between her bottom lip and her chin. “Give yourself over to it.”
His words devoured her like a forest fire and set her body aflame. Mellie started to shake and her pussy quivered with electric pulses that were quickly escalating. She knew she was about to lose it and tried to look away.
Diego firmed his hold on her jaw, not letting her. The other three men weren’t doing anything so she supposed they wanted her to listen to him. The control the sexy Latino exerted over her shredded her willpower to pieces and she let go and quit fighting.
The powerful orgasm ripped through her, tearing a broken cry from her throat. Between Jake’s finger up her clenching vagina, Hunter’s fingers being clutched by her ass, Emmett’s touches on her clit and breasts, and Diego’s unwavering stare, she was on sensory overload.
Melanie’s breaths came out in shallow pants and rapid gasps as the sexual energy ransacked her body. She jolted at the end, legs shaking badly.
Fingers slipped out of both her holes, making her clench on emptiness and cry out softly. A blanket was spread and then Hunter lay down on his back on it, pulling her down with him in a slow, decadent motion. His firm, hairy legs against her soft ass felt delicious.
“You all right, sweetness?” he asked.
She nodded frantically, not quite remembering how to form words together into a coherent sentence just yet.
“Just spread your sweet cheeks and sink down on me whenever you’re ready,” Hunter instructed as he suited up his erection.
She nodded again, still struggling to breathe normally.
Emmett stopped her and moved her back into position when she started to face him. “You’ll want to go down on him reverse cowgirl style.”
“Okay,” she breathed, vaguely recalling that girl on top wasn’t a favorite position of hers. It was dark, though, and these men were great with making sure she came out satisfied in the end.
She straddled Hunter’s lap and spread her butt cheeks apart, slightly embarrassed by his close-up view of her ass. He didn’t seem to mind. His heady moan told her he was rather enjoying himself.
He guided his cock into her butt crack and propped it at her backdoor. He nudged and eventually squeezed into her tight circle of muscle, inching into her asshole increment by increment. The steady advancement was pure torture. His thick, engorged cock punished her sphincter for resisting him and in return the snug muscle responded, opening to his will.
It burned and pinched, but she muddled through, growing hot beneath the unapologetic ogling from the three other men.