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A Matter Among Four
by Destiny Blaine
Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: [Siren Menage Amour 29: Menage a Quatre Romance, F/M/M/M] In Lewisburg, Tennessee, Kimbrell and Darlene are well known among the locals. They're the poor little rich girls who inherited a large family farm with oil flowing rampant under their piece of ground. When Darlene leaves on her honeymoon, Kimbrell isn't ready to manage a working ranch but she isn't opposed to supervising a few good cowboys. And they're ready for any man's job, especially those tasks most important to a promiscuous woman. When the Carlisle brothers show up at Kimbrell's farm willing to use their working hands, it only takes Kimbrell a few hours to realize her guests have ulterior motives. With a lot to accomplish in due time, these men make every second count. Before Kimbrell can pull back on the reins, they've roped her in using the strength of three men and no one, not even past lovers, will tear her away from them. [Erotic Western Menage Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Menage Amour, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: September 2009

45 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [261 KB]
Words: 60784 Reading time: 173-243 min.

"I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves hot hunky cowboys, and a great story line. I do have to include that the sex scenes in this book include F/M/M/M...I PROMISE you, it will be a book that you will not soon forget. It has become a favorite of mine and Destiny Blaine is certainly an author that I have come to adore. Her writing really draws the reader in and by the end of the book, you feel like [the characters] belong to you."--Val, You Gotta Read Reviews

Prologue I have to admit. My heart didn't shatter into a zillion pieces as I watched Darlene and Jack flee their wedding reception. I threw handfuls of rice and nearly tripped over Darlene's wedding train, only because I made sure her dress attached to the longest one in Tennessee wedding history. She cursed me under her breath and covered it up with a smile before she landed head first into the awaiting limousine. My foot kind of got away from me and one of those accidentally-on-purpose gestures sealed her fate. That's my sister. Always lady-like and moving somewhere headfirst. As it happened, she landed in my brother-in-law's lap and he grinned really big before he shut the car door. I imagine he felt indebted to me. After all, I gave her the final shove, more or less. Darlene never wanted to get married. She never planned to say 'I-do' to anything other than the dirty deed with Finn McClanahan. Then, her long lost love reappeared. Jack Dawson came back in town and stole my sister's heart away in an instant. Some said, he never wanted anything more than a move back to Lewisburg, Tennessee and Darlene on his arm. Darlene's head appeared from the top of the car. She always loved a sunroof. "Hey! Kimbrell! Catch!" I saw the small bouquet flying through the air. It looked like the darn thing propelled on a decided path. Somehow I think fate tried to intervene but failed. The silk streamers on the basket flew in the wind and rather than crash to the pavement before it reached me, the small basket kept a good speed and zoomed toward me. The wind showed the bride some favor and carried the flowers across the parking lot. I swear it tumbled right for Darlene's intended target ... me. I tried to back away from the crowd, run from the blasted thing, if you want to know the truth but some idiot behind me pushed me forward and well, the arrangement looked far too pretty to hit the ground. I'm particularly fond of roses, white ones especially, so I grabbed it. Nothing ventured, everything gained and I had a few cowboys waiting for my phone call. Why speculate if it meant anything when three men waited patiently to hear from me. "Jack says you'll marry before we get back from our honeymoon!" She giggled, disappeared and popped back up again just as fast before the car slowly moved toward the stop sign and away from the church. "Kimbrell! Kimbrell!" Doggone her, I almost got away and she reappeared like a decoration on top of the sleek, black automobile. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Jack says to behave yourself!" Jack says. Jack says squat. He set this whole thing in motion. I forced a smile, and remembered granny on The Beverly Hillbillies. I always loved how she waved during the credits on the show. Often Darlene and I did the same thing when we wanted the other one to move on along, like now, as a prime example. I grabbed my wrist with one hand and started waving my hand around wildly and just shooed them off on their merry way. "Happy Honeymoon, Darlene!" "Go find you a cowboy, big sister!" Yeah, speaking of, a few of them were waiting to hear from me. * * * *Chapter 1 The pounding continued with an uninterrupted pulse. I heard it sound off with a deliberate beat of a discontented drum as I reached behind my back and pulled another pillow over my head. It didn't help and the damn noise continued. Darlene usually grabbed the door, especially bright and early in the morning. My sister typically hit the ground running regardless of the time. This body required a few inches of inspiration, more than seven or eight--anything less rarely proved worth the effort--to motivate these legs to move before high noon. "Oh shit!" I sat straight up on the squishy, overused mattress, startled by the new day and a definite realization. Hangovers do a lot of things but the last time I checked, they didn't retaliate against the front door. The knocking there didn't subside. "I'm coming!" I screamed out as I looked around the room. Two more hard beats clobbered the thick wooden panels. "Damn it to hell, I said I'm coming!" Shit, right about now, I wish. Another knock and then another. Tossing the sheets back, I jumped up and hobbled around on the cold hardwood flooring as I shook out the denim shorts and more or less tripped into them before grabbing a sweatshirt. By the time I started down the hallway, the wiggling effect paid off and dressed in a great looking Dallas hoodie, my hand hit the cool doorknob. Darlene and Jack gave me the Cowboys gear before they headed south on their honeymoon. They left it behind as a constant and enduring reminder. I needed to anticipate the arrival of my Texas guests because as expected, even with the damn sweatshirt hanging in my room, I forgot about the appearance of my brother-in-law's friends and my invited guests. Jack wore around a lopsided smile for a week prior to his wedding anticipating these fellows almost as much as his own honeymoon. It was the only warning he offered, but enough to let me know an underlying motive existed in the arrival of a few cowboys. After Jack came up with a brilliant plan to have his friends from Texas look out for me while he celebrated his union with my sister, I decided to get to know my future guests. With technology and all, I felt like I already knew them after months of gabbing on the phone, sending emails and pictures back and forth, as well as a few letters through snail mail. I'd even told one of them--Dallas--a few of my fantasies. We were all good friends by the time they set a date to head my way. Some women might think of us as really tight since we had a chance to develop an odd sort of friendship several months in advance. A few more powerful thuds fell against the door as I approached. One thing about it, patience and cowboys didn't form any kind of demonstrated bond. "I said I'm coming! Jeez!" Guests or not, early morning callers should've known to wait patiently at a woman's door. "Not yet, but I imagine you will be soon." I heard this very sexy reply the second I opened the door and recognized the voice behind it--Dallas. I took a deep breath and pushed the door wider and there in front of me stood the best looking men I ever saw in my sweet southern life. I swallowed hard and then curled my fist to instinctively rub the leftover sleep from my eyes. Perhaps they weren't as handsome as I first thought. After one blink and then another, sure enough, they projected everything I first pictured, and more. It presented an unavoidable problem too. I didn't know which one to stare at first. "Hello." I yawned. It was a fake one and far too obvious. I was anything but sleepy or bored now regardless of the time. "Mornin' sunshine." One of them, the one with the turquoise eyes, extended his arm and more or less just grabbed my hand. He looked ready to snap me around the waist and just lay one on me. I tried to focus on those long eyelashes and his handsome face but there was something far too tempting lingering behind his denim duds. Call it instinct, a gut feeling, or just a woman's right to peruse the one who woke the dead. So help me, I took in the whole man. All the way down to his boots and up again before I dared to speak. I'd stared at their pictures enough to know. This man, covered in nothing more than pure sex appeal had a name--Rex. "Uh, yes. Good morning to you too. Awful early this mornin' for you boys." Awful stupid mentioning it too when a woman is trying to flirt. I glared at the clock on the wall like it was technology's fault my tongue worked off of a zipline. Six-thirty never looked so good. Who the hell cared about time when the morning callers were this good looking? I narrowed my gaze on the handsome hunks in front of me. The first one released my hand. "I suppose it is, sweetheart but we couldn't wait to meet you. Kimbrell, I'm Rex." And a southern gentleman no doubt. I sort of expected a pawing hug after months of conversation and written correspondence. "Your pictures, like I heard, didn't do you justice." I felt my skin heat immediately. Wow, cowboys like these could talk to me all night or just look at me like they wanted to eat me right up which is how one in particular stared at me now. Since they'd 'heard about me' from my brother-in-law, I felt confident they received spicy rich details. I continued to rub my eyes because the contact lenses prevented moisture. It was hard to take a good look at a well meaning cowboy with blurred vision. "I apologize for driving in so early but since we just got into town, we decided to head on out here. You said to stop by anytime." He glanced over at the other two men standing next to him. "You know who these two handsome devils are too, no doubt." Sure, they were handsome all right and the pictures they'd sent me of themselves didn't do them justice. One thing about it, devils sure didn't come to mind, more like gods, as in those found in Greek mythology or Lewisburg, Tennessee, for that matter. After all, they now stood on my piece of ground and our small town would never be the same after these three men graced us with their hunktified-beauty. Yeah, they were worthy of makin' up new words to describe them. Sexy never held a truer definition than right now. Before I stopped to think about it, my hand flew forward in mid-air. Some might say I'm one on those gals who can do all sorts of things with body parts and then claim those limbs in question have a mind of their own. I waited for the next cowboy to properly introduce himself. "This here is Corbin." Rex politely introduced his brother, the one he should have simply introduced as sex covered in denim thanks to a very obvious bulge in the front. "Kimbrell, it's finally my pleasure." He tilted his hat and his midnight blues locked in at my chest. Incredulously, he held me in a complete stare and since gawking will lead a man, or a woman, everywhere, I saw no reason to keep my gape in one place. Yeah, I even opened my mouth wide and added the wow-factor, without the sound effects, of course. It was truly too early for those. I kind of figured these kind gentlemen didn't come calling with good intentions and nothing else. After all, they showed up before an overnight guest would've typically made off like a bandit. I knew better. The proof, and probably the power, stood out in those tight pants, front and center. Shew, every gal dreams of waking up like this in a dead-end town. I was beginning to think the future looked brighter and we were only two-thirds of the way through the more formal how-do-you-dos. Rex turned to the other one standing on my front porch. "And this is Dallas." Darlene once said he sounded downright orgasmic. I always agreed and every single time we spoke on the phone, I wanted to cup my ear and listen a little closer. Dallas took my hand and brought it to his thick lips. "Ah, Rex, I think she's already feeling me against her skin. Look at her, she's running around here already marked as mine." "Oh stop!" Oh yeah. Stop it. I didn't want to act all girly-girl now. "We've talked about this, doll. I'm not a quitter, remember?" Lord have mercy, I didn't know how sweet seduction sounded until one sentence all but invited me to jump-start a stranger. Not that I hadn't banged a few in my past but I committed myself to a goal and worked on my reputation in anticipation of the Carlisle men. I even tried to live a more sex-free lifestyle. I wanted to try out the better kind of person, day-to-day normal kind of gig, someone my sister might like to call out as family. The type of woman who didn't lay around on her back all day. Then again, I reminded myself, my sister's new husband did the unthinkable. Jack dressed up temptation and called it cowboys. Then he led me straight to the Carlisles and God love his heart, he gave me three at one time. Dallas tilted the rim of his hat and then with ease and mischief, he began rubbernecking, I mean there's no other way to put it. His focus fell right to my breasts and oh yeah, I felt him in places a woman wants to feel a man like Dallas. I knew from the moment I talked to him on the phone several months before, he was the one to avoid at all costs because if I had a betting nickel, I'd bet on him and I'd bet on me. I started to fan myself like a woman with a pint-size hot flash or perhaps just overactive sexual tendencies. The Carlisle boys most likely understood the impact they had on women and I don't think they'd mistakenly believe I was having a woman moment, outside of fighting off female desires. They all stood there in front of me guilty of focusing on every curve. I rested my hand on my hip. I'd practiced the pose a few times. "Great morning for a drive out here." Dallas smirked. "I prefer a morning ride but hey, can't complain about the views, or the mountains in Tennessee." He licked his lips and stared harder at my breasts. "Good Lord, keep that up and you may get a closer view," I laughed. 'Course Dallas and I had shared a few good times on the phone late at night. We even almost had phone sex one time. Actually, after I hung up on him, I did have sex ... with my vibrator. Sure enough, Darlene had this one pegged. I felt a climax waiting just from the man's touch. My nipples came alive underneath the scratchy material. I looked down and saw them mark their place and press through the cotton. Great. Just great. I pulled my hand away from his because even after his mouth touched my knuckles, his grip didn't relax. "Why don't you gentlemen come on inside and I'll start some coffee." I opened the door and moved against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. I don't know why I was suddenly so aware of how I looked. Besides, what woman thinks about a bra in the early morning hours? Half the time, I ran around the ranch without one anyway. There was little cause for confinement since all clothing always found a way to hit the floor when the right man came along. Several regulars, men friends of mine, often came to call and in Lewisburg, none of them looked like these fellas. Compliments of a great boob job, I didn't have to worry about looking flabby if anyone happened to stop by the place unannounced. Today, though, especially at six-thirty in the morning, I wasn't in the mood to have a man I'd just met face to face, staring at my breasts, let alone three of the sexiest creatures ever born. Actually, under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have presented a problem. One by one, the handsome Carlisle men passed by me and one pair of eyes after the next, stared down at my arms now folded over beaded, hard nipples. I quickly debated what I should do first, put on the coffee or a bra. Since I figured these cowboys craved a little caffeine, Folgers won out and I imagine it was the only time it trumped Victoria's Secret. They stood in the middle of my living room as if they wanted me to direct them from there. I pushed the front door back and left the screen behind it open. Cool and crisp, the wind shuffled around the leaves outside and the brisk signs of fall all but tumbled inside. Why not? The three handsome dudes who allowed for the first morning taste of it symbolized a breath of fresh air, one I certainly welcomed. "Well, if you'd like to follow me into the kitchen, I'll get some breakfast started for you boys." Darlene would've done the same thing and well, since they'd driven all the way from Texas, I imagined they were expecting something for their efforts. Southern folk typically tried to make good on hospitality regardless of the time of day. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out the coffee. I heard the chairs scoot across the tile floor as the cowboys grabbed their respective seats. Turning, I noticed how they tossed their hats aside almost in time. One thing about it, these boys had someone in their past who brought them up right. Another explicit thought arrived as assuredly as the last. These kind of men probably didn't screw in their boots. I quickly turned toward the cabinets to hide a big smile. "So I take it you've been driving all night?" I questioned over my shoulder as I glanced outside, beyond the kitchen window. There, the three matching Dodge trucks and gooseneck trailers showed off the new gloss and shine. "Nice rigs, by the way." "We've been driving all night long," Dallas said before adding, "Yeah, we like the same things in life--cattle, oil, women..." His voice trailed off and my imagination ran wild. After I reeled it back in a little, I took a deep breath, ignored the snickers behind me and returned my focus to their transportation. Parked right next to their collective show of wealth, my beat-up truck appeared plumb tacky. Not that I couldn't have one of those fifty-five thousand dollar little jobs too, because I guess money wasn't an object for us. I found out, after Darlene and Jack started tying up loose ends and settling up momma and daddy's estate, money was pretty much a luxury spent at will. Maybe I'd start spending some of it. Nay, probably not, I wasn't the type to go spending money like I had plenty of it. I guess Darlene and I owned a lot of assets and we might keep them awhile if we didn't go around flaunting everything for others to see. Well, actually I tossed around a couple of my own but those were on my person. A woman had the right. I curiously stared at the large boy toys in front of me taking care to notice their 'Three for One' license plates. Yeah, maybe I'd buy a truck like that sometime. Since the money was sitting there waiting for us to spend it. Glancing over my shoulder, I checked out the new meat in town and the one closest to me extended his legs. Corbin's erection flexed into a nicely packaged bulge and all sorts of images came to mind. I glared back at the trucks. Three for one. What a delicious idea. Rex joined me at the sink. "I told the guys you'd like our..." he looked over at Corbin and tilted his head before he turned back with a smile. "trucks." Dallas quickly added. "Your brother-in-law told us, you need some new equipment around here." The other two chuckled at the underlying message in comic relief. "And while we're here, we're going to make sure you have everything you need." I snapped back to reality realizing he remained somewhat focused on the conversation about their trucks rather than led my perverse fantasies. I cleared my throat and started to speak but I stopped short of saying something dumb. "You'll want for nothing by the time we're through." Rex winked. "That's what I'm real worried about." They all watched me curiously as if they waited for more insight then. See, what I needed and what I wanted often was confused by the men in my life. I certainly didn't need one, two, or even three of them around to help complicate the differences, and I sure didn't want to let them know it all at once. Dallas spoke up right then. "You can count on it, little lady. It's going to be our pleasure helping you out." He bit down on his lower lip and stared at my chest again. "I imagine you'll find some satisfaction in what we can do here too." With the suggestive hints I found in the man's eyes, I couldn't stop the tremor in my hand and of all times, I dropped the coffee pot. Shards of glass slid across the floor in bits and pieces as three strong men shuffled around determined to help. "Damn!" I immediately stooped over the glass and nervously began to pick up the shiny fragments of splintered glass. I tried to make excuses, like a woman has one, much less a few, when she's an outright klutz. "I'm not much of a morning person." Truth be told, I forever remained a night person because of what went on behind closed doors. I was quite fond of those things and beginning to discover, quite good at them too. I reminded myself of a promise. I told Darlene I'd turn over a new leaf. Yeah, right. Prior to the arrival of Studs in Duds. "Wait!" Rex called out with authority and it shocked me so much that I closed my fist around a handful of the broken pieces. "Oh shit!" Pain shot through my hand and arm as a stream of blood splattered to the floor. Corbin knelt down beside me. "Here, let me see your hand." He moved my fingers back and quickly picked the larger glass pieces away. "Do you have bandages and some antiseptic?" He glanced at Dallas with a condescending stare. "Don't pay him any mind. He's harmless." He added more before he pulled me to my feet. "Well, most of the time." Snickering, his eyes followed mine. The length of Dallas's cock stoutly lay under his jeans and I nearly gulped with realization. The man, by all evidence showing, was enormous in size. Returning to the blood on hand, I trembled against the pain and entertained the original idea of first aid. "It's in the bathroom." Darlene always said I was helpless to a fault when left in charge. I now kind of possessed a strange feeling the three in front of me were there to baby-sit as much as anything else. "I'll get it." "I'm beginning to see why your brother-in-law felt so uneasy about leaving you here. Hell, I'm surprised he'd leave a sweet thing like you behind even for a little honeymoon time." Dallas slowly sipped and licked on his lower lip. Oh, he wanted to have some fun with me, no doubt about it. "Knock it off." Rex looked around the room. "Where's your broom?" I pointed to a small closet in the corner of the kitchen. Speaking through a woman's embarrassment didn't come easy. "I'll be right back." "Here, I'll help you." Dallas offered. "No, you've done enough. Really, trust me on this." I shot him a wry smile. "Leave the mess, I'll clean it up. Just give me a few minutes." I looked from one set of blue eyes into a sea of another. Drowning in baby blues of various shades, I swam forward in a sea of new beginnings on weak knees. I never liked the stench of blood, particularly my own. In any event, my legs buckled without warning. The floor was unavoidable until six arms quickly snapped around me in some shape, form, or fashion. Rex took control then. "Dallas, grab the broom and I'll help Corbin with her. We know how to come rushing into a gal's mornin' and leave quite an impression, huh?" He peered down at me waiting for an answer, no doubt. I think I nodded as I studied my bleeding palm. Before I realized it, Corbin scooped me up and cradled me against his large body. He carried me down the hallway. Following Rex, I noticed he kind of glanced in one room or the next before he found the bathroom. Once inside, Rex slammed the toilet seat down and then moved out of the way so Corbin could plop down with me. The room began to spin. I halfway expected to faint, but then it suddenly occurred to me that Corbin still held me on his lap like a small child. Rex rummaged through my bathroom drawers on a mission for bandages and supplies. He searched in the right, and wrong, place. He wouldn't come up empty handed. I swallowed back the embarrassment as he placed the tube of lubricant on the vanity followed by a box, a huge annual supply, of condoms. There was more. Yes, the crème of the crop--the mother wand of all vibrators. Rex slowly withdrew it from the drawer where we kept the first aid supplies. All three items remained there on the counter as Rex continued to search. I shifted on Corbin's lap, uncomfortable as the blood continued to drizzle down my fingertips. This not-so-unfamiliar stranger, who I'd only just met face-to-face, continued to pull out things from my personal space. Most might consider these items as the kind of things men just weren't supposed to see or dig for within minutes of a first introduction. Rex turned around in the tiny bathroom and grabbed a hand towel from a nearby shelf. "I don't know what I'm thinking." He glanced at the lovely array of a woman's promiscuous supplies and smirked as he turned the water faucet on and stared at his brother. "I haven't a clue." Corbin shrugged and I just closed my eyes tighter. "Oh, this is so embarrassing." I finally said. "I don't know which hurts worse, my wounded pride or these blasted cuts." Rex turned off the faucet and wrung out the excess water before he wrapped the cloth around my hand. "Don't worry about it sweetheart. We never thought of you as innocent after drooling over all of those sexy pictures you sent, never mind finding you there in the doorway this morning in your Daisy Duke-shorts." Drooling? Did he say drooling? I felt a hot flash coming on. Yeah, the kind of sudden heat a young woman in her prime finds. "I don't have much company and I never worry about strange and handsome men going through my drawers." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't notice the compliment, or for that matter--the fib. Plenty good 'ole boys visited my drawers. I giggled and they both stared at me. Rex's lips curled into a deplorable smile. "Really?" He quickly looked over his shoulder and then back at his brother. "With 'drawers' like those I'd almost bet on a lot of company." We all laughed and Rex applied too much pressure to my palm. "Ouch!" I didn't mean to scream and I didn't take the time to tell my guest about my revolving bedroom door. In Lewisburg, with lots of satisfied visitors, I felt confident once one or all three of the Carlisles ventured beyond our boundaries, they'd hear enough about my wayward ways to form their own opinions. "Sorry about that." He apologized for the deliberate squeeze. Corbin shifted his weight some and I immediately moved because otherwise, his erection would've been right against my backside. He definitely had a rise. I guess the ten-year supply of condoms kind of did the trick or it could've been the size of the dildo because that often gave men a complex, unless of course they had one of comparable size. After he nudged me with his meaty cock, I thought of Corbin as a likely match. He rippled against my bottom and I swear his body felt like it provided, by blessing of nature, more than any nine-inch dildo supplied. Surely not. I gasped with the thought and nudged him with my ass once more, this time acting as if I moved purely on accident. Think again. "I uh ... excuse me." I moved over to his thigh. "Not a problem." Laughter lingered in his voice. The way he said it caused a significant increase in my pulse. It raced forward and so help me, I wanted to slide over on him once more just so I could offer an apology and get another verbal response. Rex provided gentle care. Initially, he wrapped the cloth around my hand to stop the bleeding but then he removed it to check for smaller pieces of glass. Sure enough, small little slivers of it broke the skin, just enough to serve as an irritating reminder. He began to pick at them one by one as Corbin held his breath. I didn't feel his soft wind against my neck. "You don't care for blood either, I take it." His pale skin gave everything away. "It's fine. I'm enjoying the company." Corbin's gentle eyes were too pretty to watch. I felt a surge of heat in between my legs. I faced a lot of cold showers straight ahead. Either that or several hot and enjoyable nights. I felt like given my past record and undeniable passion for the opposite sex, the later held more accuracy and far too much appeal. "Really, I can do this." I said as I continued to observe Rex. "I'm sure you can but according to my brother here, what any woman can do, he can do better." Corbin whispered in my ear and I felt my nipples perk right up again. Damn, they liked to show off and for some reason whenever men like these two were around, they commanded center stage. Rex smiled and I swear all of his facial features responded with it. His forehead gave a little bit as his eyebrows rose until gorgeous eyes just danced with mischief. "Knock it off, Corbin. Remember, we came in here unannounced this morning." His nod toward my nipples encouraged Corbin to look around then and the man, who first struck me as quite shy, didn't waste any time remarking on the obvious. "Are you cold?" Horny, perhaps, chillingly so, but freezing in the physical sense? "Uh, yes, as a matter of fact, I am." I shivered for a good show of drama. I mean what's a girl to do? I debated the sudden thought. Maybe the sexual tension wouldn't kick my ass if I tried to flirt it off first. I batted my eyes too. Rex snatched another large towel from the rack behind him. "Here." He draped it over me and as he did, Corbin shifted right as the towel drifted across my lap, and this time, his dick stayed mashed right against my ass. He wrapped his arms around my middle to let me know I wasn't going to move away this time. He wanted me to feel him pressing against me. I did more than feel. I memorized the ridges pressing through the blue jeans. Yep, damn straight. I'm just a somewhat civilized chick with a double-dirty mind so why deny it? A quick exchange of glances between the brothers and Rex reached behind him to grab the antiseptic. He used some Q-tips to dab the moisture on the sliced skin. "Any deeper and I think we would have talked about stitches." "Is it going to scar?" I asked. "Maybe a little, not bad. Besides what do you care? It's on the palm of your hand." Rex studied me for a minute. "Does it hurt?" "Not now." Corbin held on tighter when I started to pull away from his lap. "I think it's going to be fine." Corbin's arms flexed as he drew my back to his chest. The tip of his nose weaved through my mess of bed-hair. I held my breath and waited. Sure, I had a sleazy reputation around town but I'd never been pursued so fast by a newcomer, much less three of them. I wasn't opposed to it entirely. For several months, my ear stayed glued to the phone or my fingers lingered over the keyboard as I chatted with them. We were comfortable enough with one another on the phone. Darlene argued once that I knew them better than she knew her husband. Since a lot of expressions come through in letters, maybe so. Rex stared at his brother and shook his head. "All right then." He pulled out a large patch-like bandage and ripped apart the adhesive covering before attaching it to the large area of open cuts. "We've got you fixed up." His lips formed a tight line and he used my knees to push himself away from me. "That one was on me. Next one will cost you." He picked up the tube of lubricant and released a sigh of pent-up sexual frustration. I recognized it. I'd heard it before in plenty of men. "Corbin, what do you say we let Kimbrell here get some um ... clothes on and we'll run out for fast food?" "Go ahead. I'm afraid she might pass out while we're gone." Dallas appeared in the doorway then. "If she does, I'll be here to catch her. You two run on out and get some biscuits and gravy. What do you like to eat, Kimbrell?" "As skinny as she is, I don't think she eats much." Corbin's hips shifted upward and he reluctantly stood, careful to leave me in front of him with his hand catching the towel as he moved. "I can believe it. Other than coffee, her cupboards are empty. Did you forget three growing boys planned on staying here for the month?" Dallas pulled out an aluminum-tinted wrapper and unfolded it before he popped a piece of gum in his mouth. "I stocked their place for you." I felt my breath hitch and then run away all at once. I gave speaking another good shot. "I mean, Jack and Darlene's place, um ... you're staying over there while you're here. I took the liberty to get some groceries in and stock their bar and such. I think you'll be more comfortable there." "I don't think so," Dallas started. "Me either," Corbin added before turning to Rex, "What do you think? Are we staying here or at Dawson's?" "Depends on a few things, I guess," Rex replied. "Yeah, I agree." Dallas took the opportunity to start at my ankles and slowly caress my skin with his gaze. If he thought I felt him earlier, he slammed right into me then. Good Lord, with a body like his and a voice to match, the man defined pure hell and danger all wrapped up snug in a pair of tight-fittin' Levis. I couldn't stand to watch him. He looked too damn pretty to be called a man and too hot and rugged to be called out as a woman. Shit. I stared into the face of pure trouble. Trying to breathe again, I bridled my lust and scoured over his body like an appraiser ready to put a value on sex appeal. He stood there with an arrogant grin to let me know it wasn't the first time he gave a woman the opportunity, or the pleasure. "Yes indeed, I think where we stay will depend on a few things." Dallas interrupted my body hike. He had the right since his body led the way. "Like?" Corbin gave the pending conversation a little nudge. All eyes turned to the condoms and my little not-so-private toy. "I guess it depends on whether Kimbrell here has a man around to keep us away from her." Rex slapped Dallas on the back. "Do you have a man around here, Kimbrell? Because sweetheart," Dallas stepped closer and I backed up right against Corbin's hard chest where his hands fell comfortably to my waist, "I think it's going to take one hell of a possessive man to keep me away from you when night falls." Corbin chuckled and moved around me then. "I second that." Rex and Corbin then stepped out of the bathroom and moved by Dallas who allowed enough space for them to slip away. Somehow, he refused the same favor when I started to follow right behind them. "Not so fast, little lady." He turned his head to shout out a request to his brothers. "Bring Kimbrell a hearty breakfast boys because I have a feeling she knows how to work up a hefty appetite." He lowered his voice. "And food won't be the only thing you crave by the time I get done with the sexy likes of you." Before I answered, Rex responded. "Yeah, I hear ya back there. You better behave. We have business to discuss and we don't need her panting through it." The slamming of the screen door assured of the obvious. Two Carlisles started out in pursuit of breakfast. The one brother left behind began a hot pursuit of me. Dallas and I were alone and since I had his name sprawled across the front of my sweatshirt, I couldn't deny that the man excited me on many different levels. Where the legendary blue Cowboys logo lingered, the evidence of a woman's excitement remained underneath the material and his expectant eyes. Hard and perky reminders of the fact three very different men--brothers--seemed interested in me, throbbed for some individualized attention. My body wasn't opposed to the idea of one or all of them showing me some. I pointed and my mouth moved. Words didn't spill. Dallas watched my lips as if he planned on waiting for some sort of sweet revelation. Another attempt followed once I cocked my hip and practiced that come-and-get-me pose. I felt like a show of sassy attitude would bring back the confidence, and once again, I opened my mouth and nothing came out, not one solitary syllable. He smirked. "Why don't you just give it up?" "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He growled. "You have no idea." "I bet all the women in Texas do precisely as the Carlisle men tell them." "It's a safe bet." He shrugged, "A sure thing, really." "My daddy always said there's no such thing as a sure thing unless it's--" "Standing right in front of you?" He'd heard the saying too, apparently. I swallowed back a small dose of fear when I saw the look of lust pouring into the man's eyes. He didn't look me up and down now, but instead, he studied me closely as if he wanted to search for something more significant. "I'm right here. Want me to tell you more about those sure things? I can, you know." He inched closer. Blue eyes never blinked. I felt really uncomfortable with all of my goodies still spread out on the vanity. With the mirror behind the sink, it looked like I had two of everything so now, as luck would have it, a twenty year supply of condoms were boxed up and waiting for the call to active duty. "You have pretty eyes." I finally said the first thing I thought of, outside of sex, which pretty much stayed on my mind all the time even without the evidence of it displayed. "Thank you." His lips twitched and he added more, "I bet we'd have some beautiful children." "Go ahead. Tell me." I laughed. "I've heard this line before. You aren't the only handsome blond hair, blue-eyed boy I've met." "Boy, is it?" "You're the youngest, aren't you?" "I'm older than you and boy doesn't typically come into a woman's head when they're alone with me." "Well, I'm sure that's true but..." He reached out and tugged at my waist but instead of moving me closer to him, he gave me a spin so I faced the mirror before he twirled me again. "Look over your shoulder." "What?" Instinctively, I glanced down at my butt. With a growl, carnal in every way, he said, "Yeah, I bet you never tire of looking at that ass but I'm talking about the name on the back right here." His hand smoothed over the area between my shoulder blades and I damn near came on contact. "Cowboys?" "Yeah, darlin', cowboys. The kind that ride a worthy mare into the night without any restrictions or guarded rules, carrying plenty of rope just to ensure they tame the wild." His eyes twinkled before they dropped and his fingertip ran back and forth over the collar of my shirt. He continued, "Yeah, that kind of cowboy." He stepped closer. I felt his breath whip around my face as his peppermint gum cooled the air I wanted to share with him, if only for a second. "And here you thought I meant those other good 'ole boys from the stadium in Dallas. I don't look like T.O., sweetheart but I can assure you of one thing. I'm after every touchdown I can get with you." I gulped. Men didn't typically scare me. Dallas Carlisle terrified me. His dimples were fully embedded in his cheeks now. He appeared ready to play and play hard. "Besides, by the looks of this place, you planned ahead. You have a need for a few Cowboys, don't 'cha Kimbrell? When we walked in here, you wanted to look all sweet and sexy but down deep, there's more than sweet-n-sexy. I'm betting on hot, untamed, and totally saucy. "As for the so-called line you've heard before, I don't waste my time tossing around meaningless statements. I said, 'I bet we'd have some beautiful children' and I can promise you, I meant it. 'Course there might be a few good reasons I seem to think you're ready for that kind of situation. I'm sure my brothers and me will find out while we're here." My mouth dropped. I started to let it slide but somehow the point he wanted to make made my womb clench and not in the mothering way, like he implied. "Look here, Dallas--What kind of name is that for a man anyways? Never mind. Just because I have one of the most notorious and promiscuous reputations in the south, doesn't mean I earned it in hopes of one day seeing a farm filled with blue eyed children running around." His eyes dropped to my breasts and his hands smoothed over my belly. His voice stayed shaded in sexual persuasion. "That's too bad, Kimbrell. See, I know a few fellows who are willing to take a risk and settle down. We all want the same things, the same kind of pleasure, and the same kind of woman who will enjoy what three can give just as eagerly as one." "You're sick." And I loved the idea of it. The thought of all three glorious men in my bed sent my knees to knocking and my stomach flipping. I gulped as I squeezed my legs tighter together. "Shit." I exhaled the air I gulped after I realized I released vocal proof the man in front of me got to me, in the worst of ways. My legs crossed prohibiting the pool of desire from showing through my shorts again. My body responded without my permission and I felt the blush of skin. Dallas's tongue tapped his lower lip and the moisture glistened from the tip of it, just enough to show oral lust. "What's wrong, Kimbrell? I think you like the sound of three men pounding into that hot little pussy, don't you? I believe it's the very reason you hung up on me the night we started talking on the phone about what kind of fantasies you had. It's the thought of three cowboys isn't it? That's it, isn't it, fancy hips?" His eyes burned through mine. "You got no right to come into my momma and daddy's house and treat me ... talk to me ... like some common, whore." I didn't scream, just stated the facts as I saw them before I tried to push by him. Before I was safely away from him, he took my hand in his and like a warm bolt of static electricity, I felt his grip in places a woman shouldn't feel a man she met only an hour or so earlier. The harder he squeezed my hand, the more I pressed my knees together. "I bet that little snatch of yours is well trained and built to please. Tight like a fitted sweater," his finger trailed down the middle of my sweatshirt, right between my breasts, "I bet it's seen plenty of action but a woman like you takes care to choose her partners, and I'm betting on safe sex and boring men. Dull entertainment and one quickie here or there. How right am I, Kimbrell?" I tugged my arm and he held it closer to his warm, hard body. I looked down at the intrusion. It provided an impossible guarantee that between Dallas and his brothers, I would know the fear found in a man's member, the entertainment found in target practice when the loaded guns aimed and fired all at the same time. Oh yeah, I needed to run from Dallas Carlisle and I needed to do it fast. "I want you to let go." I feared what I might do if he didn't. He finished his promises, or perceived threats. "Kimbrell, I don't beat around the bush. I don't have the patience to wine and dine a woman properly, though we've all agreed to try. Still, you gotta know where we're headed here. We're taking on a joint venture. My brothers and I feel like the little woman who settles down with us will want to deliver all sorts of bundles seeing as we're ready to supply loads and loads of pure joy." He tilted my chin and looked into my eyes. Stiffly, I tried to swallow, an act that slowly became as difficult as breathing. I blinked, watched, and waited. "I can promise you, Texas supplied plenty of women and if I wanted to dish out a bunch of bull-shit lines, I didn't have to drive to Tennessee to do it. We all had a purpose and a goal when we arrived and convincing you to give us a chance won't even present the first challenge. See, I know something more about you than my brothers, Kimbrell. I know who and what you are, something I chose to hide from Rex and Corbin just because after I saw your picture, heard your stories, and craved you from a distance, I decided--not Corbin or Rex--I decided you are the one." The one? I didn't dare ask. I felt like this was a need-to-know basis kind of question. Since I didn't need to know one hour and fifteen minutes after meeting a man what intentions he had toward me, why inquire? Shew! I felt swoon-ready anyway. His lips slanted and so help me I puckered. The kiss he wanted to give, I pretty much accepted prior to delivery. Only, that's just as far as it went. A slight movement from him, just a slow swipe of tongue and my mouth moistened, parted. He only needed to dip a little lower and since we were all alone, I was fairly glad he didn't go for it. Ever so happy, in fact, because I understood certain limitations and frankly, I didn't own a lot of them. Rather than smooch with me, Dallas surprised me and kissed the top of my forehead before he planted his hands on my shoulders. It was hard to guess who seemed more surprised--me or him. "I have self control, Kimbrell. Not a lot, but more than you, that's for doggone sure." He shook his head and then made a prediction. "You'll take my brothers to bed before you'll take me because by the time I go there, I want you starved for it--and ready for me." I shivered when the chill started at the base of my neck and slowly ran down the length of my spine. I braced against it but it didn't work. The whole Carlisle situation held mystery. I realized it from the beginning but for some reason, I didn't try to figure it out at once. The truth was, from the moment my sister and Jack Dawson hooked up, I dreaded the day I would be left behind to fend for myself. My sister always ran the ranch and well, truth be told to one's self, I just ran a few good men through the house like all I had to do was stay in bed all day. It provided a few advantages, most of the time. "Excuse me, I really need to um, well, you know--put something else on." "No, you don't. We like you just fine like you are." His gaze didn't fall again to my chest but instead to my little zipper-zapper with the mushroom head. He picked it up and studied it real close before he waved it around enough to provide too much comic relief. I took a deep breath in and held it. Suddenly, I was real jealous. After all, my toy didn't move like that for me. My lips formed a tight line and I noticed it when I stared at Dallas through the mirror. He smirked, showcasing those million dollar dimples again. "What's wrong, Kimbrell? Having a few dirty thoughts?" He patted my behind and then shook the toy again. His mouth went to my ear. "I'm going to use your little friend here to do all sorts of things to your delicious body. Keep him charged and ready to go. I'll make him rev right up for you." I looked down at the floor and then glanced back up at the mirror. I was beet red now. "Really, I need to get dressed." "You have on more clothes right now than I'll ever allow later. Trust me. You look just great to me. Short-shorts and a shirt with no bra, heavens to Betsy, cowgirl, you are everything a man wants to find in a woman." He didn't look at me as he spoke but instead studied my toy closer. "Is this yours?" "Uh..." Now offered the perfect timing to say the dildo belonged to Darlene. Hell, she just got married. He might buy the fact she left it behind. He moved the divine battery operated gadget underneath his nose and inhaled deeply before choking and really, almost dying from the fumes. "Alcohol?" I laughed. "I keep it sanitized." "With rubbing alcohol?" He snickered. "Hell, baby, now I gotta know what you do to your sweet little..." His eyes wandered south and I got the message. I cleared my throat. "Actually, the last time I had it on the counter, I spilled a whole thing of alcohol over it. I'm a klutz, in case you failed to notice and I guess--" "So it is yours?" he questioned. "I saw your twisted little mind churning earlier. You wanted to blame your sister, didn't you?" "No, I ... I believe I'm old enough to admit that these things here belong to me." My fingertips ran over the box of condoms and then the tube of lubricant. I'm sure if a sex show needed someone for commercials, the way I demonstrated handy little products would have opened doors to career options. I squinted for a second as I thought of those possibilities. He moved into me and when he did, his cock settled against my pussy at a perfect angle. If I stripped off now, his dick was in perfect position to slide right on in. I tried to shift my weight and move my feet closer together to prevent further manipulation, something he mastered from hello. "Tell me something, Kimbrell." His tone lowered and his lips did too. He did this crazy little thing with his neck like he resisted a forbidden urge or something. Once more, his lips hovered over mine but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he whispered the sweetest question I'd ever heard. "Are you woman enough to put these things here to good use? If you are, I know three good men who are willing, ready, and anxious to participate next time you decide you need any of these items for a satisfying good time." He slapped my battery operated joystick against his palm a few times and then tossed it back to the counter. "And I'm willing to bet we can teach you more than any toy you'll buy in a store." * * * *I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I moved my hand behind my waist and locked the bedroom door before I slowly moved toward the full-length mirror across from the bed. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I tugged at the hem of my sweatshirt and slipped it over my neck before my hair caught in the hood. Shaking it free, I held the shirt in front of me and stared at the back. "Property of The Cowboys" stood out in bold letters. I realized Jack Dawson and my sister probably got a pretty good kick out of giving me a sweatshirt that now held a lot of varied meanings. I felt confident my new brother-in-law realized from the get-go what he set in motion when he invited the Carlisle brothers to stay on our ranches. Dallas was correct. I felt him against my skin the moment he entered my home. The same held true for his brothers. They all grabbed my attention long before simple hand-to-hand introductions. Thanks to them, I now noticed other things. For starters, my nipples stayed hard, like rounded little tan pearls. I stepped closer to the mirror. They made several good points. I was too skinny, maybe because I drank too much and ate too little. It finally took its toll. I lived like a party girl and, well, if I didn't stop acting like the best celebrations started and stopped with me, soon I'd look my age. I shivered as I glared in the mirror. Thirty loomed. My hands went to my breasts and I lifted them up as I tilted my head to examine myself closer. I had the boob job Darlene told me a thousand times I didn't need and now I wished I opted for a size bigger. My perfect C teetered along the lines of a D-size with a bra but more like a B without one. "I can't believe I'm doing this now." I stripped off my shorts and then turned around and checked out my ass. "Hmmm..." I slapped the skin to see if it wiggled. "Maybe a little." I realized what I saw may have been imagined. I tried it again and as I did, Dallas's heated words came roaring back to me. He liked my ass and I'd bet every dollar in the bank, he wanted a piece of it. I smacked again. Jiggle-jiggle. I decided it wouldn't hurt to lose a few pounds there. I hated my ass. Men loved it. I turned back around and ran my hands over my belly. At least I didn't have stretch marks from children or from carrying around extra pounds for any good length of time. I walked over to the dresser and tugged the brass lever to release the lingerie compartment. Selecting a dry thong, since three gorgeous men in boots stirred enough desire to warrant the change out of a damp one. I stepped away from the peach lace and opted for a solid black one to match the low-cut demi bra. I tossed the two items on the bed and then flopped down. It was too damn early for me to worry over lingerie. My immediate plans did not include strutting around in my underwear so no one would see my thong. Besides, it was plain odd to say the least, to be in dire need of a romp. "That's my problem. I'm a sex addict and completely addicted to cock. No one in their right mind would consider what I'm considering." I narrowed my gaze a little more. "Then again, few women enjoy sex as much as I do." I decided that must account for everything and explain it all well enough. I never said no to men because to speak the word defied what I wanted and I wanted to get laid--practically all the time--particularly now. I had a few good men in mind. I let out a long sigh of frustration. Any woman crazy enough to talk to herself likely considered fucking all sorts of strange and sexy men. This kind of gal probably considered doing them at one time, something I now contemplated. "I'm not crazy by any stretch of the imagination, only cock-crazed." I studied the mirror again. I needed to move it closer to the bed. I liked being in bed with my lovers and watching as we moved across the mattress. I took a deep breath. "I wondered what it would be like to have three men like the Carlisle men ... at one time." Darlene would kill me. Her damn pussy-whipped husband would likely scold me too because, of course, my reputation needed repair, something those two continued to worry about since the land we all owned now had oil under it. "Well, I guess the oil has always been here and," I sighed, "so has the whore living inside of me." I shrugged and then turned around to retrieve my undergarments. I decided Jack and Darlene only invited the Carlisles to Lewisburg because they realized the men did not come with wife or commitment attachments. They most likely didn't know the men had a sick fascination for sharing. No, Jack wouldn't approve of such behavior, would he? I started to dress again. "Oh my God." I whispered as I watched the three brothers move away from my window and up the front steps. "That's it!" I tugged my thong on, the one with the pretty little rose right at my snatch, and then slipped back into the short-shorts that I knew drove every man who saw them completely insane. I stopped right in front of the mirror as a memory slapped me in the face. I remembered a time when my sister paraded around topless in front of one of my bed partners. Jack's half-brother spent a lot of his free time with me but he stayed more than a little impressed with Darlene's boobs, which is why I decided on breast implants in the first place. If the boys from Texas were going to act like Peeping Toms, I didn't see any reason not to taunt them more. I cleared my throat and decided to hell with it. I already shared some of my deepest fantasies with Dallas. Corbin and I communicated all sorts of desires in letters and Rex once told me what he liked most in a woman and the way he described it teetered along the lines of explicit. So what if I had the well known reputation for being quite the seductress. "Why not seduce the willing?" I tossed the bra and shirt I planned to wear on the bed and prissed my ass over to the door and down the hallway. Quiet conversation and the rattling of bags stopped me before I entered the kitchen. I stood outside the door and listened for a second. "So help me, Dawson told it about right when he said we wouldn't be disappointed. She's a beautiful woman." It sounded like Rex sort of liked me ... a lot. "I think she's kind of embarrassed though. We really shouldn't have spied on her." "And she really shouldn't eavesdrop either." Before I had time to protest, Dallas clasped my wrist and dragged me with him straight into the middle of the kitchen. Topless, completely bare, I stood in front of them. He made sure I didn't back out on my original plans because he more or less helped me take the final surge forward. "Damn, sweetheart." Rex's chin dropped and his eyes followed the lead. "Dawson said this place is short on farm equipment. Apparently, you need some clothes too, huh?" Corbin caught his lower lip under his top teeth. "I'll be sweet damned if you don't have the best boobs this side of the sun." "She does for sure, gentlemen." Dallas chuckled as he gave one a tight squeeze. "Let me go!" I tugged my wrist from the closed hand gripping me and immediately covered my chest, wrapping my arms around my breasts, tucking my hands under them in the process. I glared at Dallas and then all of them as a consolidated unit. Dallas rubbed his chin. "Don't look at me like you despise me. You ran out of your room with a feisty little sway, marched right by the bathroom door and hit the hardwood floor on some sort of mission. So what is it? What's on your mind, Kimbrell? Got something to say or everything to show?" "What a dare," I quipped. "Maybe so," Corbin grinned. "He's known for them." I looked at the three cowboys staring back at me and pointed my finger at them. "You had no business watching me without my knowledge, or my permission." Rex stood up and walked over to me. "Would you have given us permission, if we'd asked?" I summed him up pretty fast right then and there. The brains behind the Carlisle operations, Rex provided the truest bulls-eye for a quick no-strings romp. I took a deep breath. "I might have." "Then I'll ask right now. I want to see 'em." Corbin turned around in the chair and stared at precisely what he meant. "How about it, Rex? Wanna see her close up?" Rex's skin blushed. "I've been thinking about it for a few hundred miles and I can tell ya, seeing isn't the only thing I've got on my mind." His hand touched my cheek. "But I'm not in any hurry and we have a whole lot of business to discuss. Go get dressed, Kimbrell. There's a biscuit and a cup of coffee when you're ready." His gentle stroke encouraged me to move into his hand instinctively, like a dumb needy broad who wanted a cowboy's arms around her or something. The move of his palm against the side of my face and ear, inevitably guided the caress into a full fledged sexual hold. He gripped a little harder and stepped closer. My lips scraped by his palm and then I turned to leave, dropping my hands from my chest when I did. "Holy hell." Dallas caught the whole show. He swatted my ass and I liked it, stranger or not. "Now those, I would've driven to Tennessee to see." Corbin quietly turned back to his breakfast. I saw the look on Rex's face and translated it before walking away. The man looked hungry for something but buttered bread probably wasn't going to do the trick this early in the morning. I slipped back into my room and walked over to the bed and retrieved my shirt and bra. I shoved my arms through the soft straps about the time he knocked. "Come in," I snapped. He stepped inside and shut the door. His palms moved over my shoulders and his hands then settled at the base of my neck. "I think I'm going to die if I don't do this so I apologize if it's a little presumptuous." I swallowed hard as Rex lowered his lips to mine. "No." "No?" "I mean, it's not that word you said--presumptuous--I mean. It's ... Well, it's just that I wanted you to do it when you wrapped my hand earlier." His lips curved and he slanted his mouth over mine. "Then come here and let me do it right." Hungry for a good taste of what the Carlisle brothers planned to bring to the table, I opened my mouth and let the first one show me how business and pleasure, when appropriately mixed, offered just the right amount of sugar and salt to flavor the right negotiations. "Hmmm..." His tongue tested for more as he kissed me right into a moan, and once I heard it slip, I knew danger lurked and waited for a full fledged invitation. For me, once a man initiated the moan, it was only a matter of time before the grunts and groans followed screams for more. Rex's fingertips trailed over my bare flesh and he slipped the material off to the side. His right hand cupped the nape of my neck. "Damn you for being so impatient." He winked. "I only wanted a kiss." "Well, one kiss, darlin', is going to lead to this." His mouth moved down my neck and before I could say another word, his lips circled my nipple and suckled cautiously. His teeth lightly, just right really, scraped over the proof--my arousal--as his other hand began to squeeze and release my ass in some kind of sensual massage. It truly set every one of my nerve endings on a red-hot alert. I almost heard bells and whistles. Now if I could only see the flashing danger signs, just anything to stop me. His hands moved to my sides and he backed up against the bed and sat down pulling me to him. "God, you're so beautiful. I saw the pictures from the engagement party. Jack sent them. But when I saw you this morning, woman, you're everything we thought we'd find and more." The more is what I worried about and after talking it over with Dallas, I felt fairly certain there were causes for immediate concern. My breath hitched as I replayed another assumptive statement. Something was going on here and I guess the kissing bit needed to wait. "Let's put on the breaks before this goes too far. Um ... Maybe you should go eat your Wheaties or something. Give us a chance to cool down and think things over." "Sounds like an idea ... for some, but not for me." He kissed my stomach and his tongue darted back and forth over the waistband of my shorts. "Tell me something sweetheart, why would I want to do that when I can eat right here?" Oh God! Oh no, he did not just offer that, not that! Now, this man, certainly had mine name scribbled across his forehead. No doubt about it. Even if his brothers proved every bit as sexy and equally as handsome, Rex Carlisle belonged to me on a promise. "Have you ever had a man eat that sweet little pussy for you? I bet you have but what I'm willing to wager on is that you've never had a cock in your mouth while a man drives you to one orgasm after another with his lips buried inside your tight little snatch." He glanced up before adding more with a truly twisted expression covering his tanned face, "And, Kimbrell, I'm talking buried here. A man's tongue and mouth completely drinking you in while devouring you like the meal you're meant to serve when you're marked as a man's woman." I felt like something was stuck now in the back of my throat after hearing the intimate commitment to my kind of cause. The thought of cock-in-mouth took its toll because I definitely felt my pussy clench with the mental images Rex provided free of charge. "I think this is inappropriate, considering we just met and all." Darlene warned me before she left. I had ranch to run. Darlene, or any other woman for that matter, most likely did not manage a multi-million dollar operation on their back. Well, actually, I kind of liked the idea of it now. The Carlisle men are from good stock. Darlene's words continued to play out in my head. Impress them before you undress one of them. Why not do both? Rex's kisses landed as rough and centered. The first one at my belly button delivered by a quick tongue visited my innie with an insinuated sex act before he moved his mouth over the area where I felt certain he'd feel the desire even with the denim covering me. "God, you smell so good. I feel that predictable heat of a woman right under my mouth, sweetheart. It's spinning off of you. In fact, I smell sugar, darlin', and I'd love the sweet taste of your hot honey." His tongue swiped the cloth but since I wore tight shorts, I didn't miss the impact of the sudden stroke. "Only one sip and I guarantee your hips rise and fall with your pussy pushing against my tongue. Your cries for more would tug out the best promises I've ever made." Breathless, I pushed away from him. "You've had your fun. I want you to go now." No, I really didn't. I wanted to strip and spread. He watched me. "You want me to go?" "Yes, I do." "You don't." He chuckled, rubbed his chin and confirmed what I refused to tell him. "You absolutely don't. Trust me. I know what you're missing here." "You still have to go." "Kimbrell, can I be honest?" Somehow I managed an answer. "Yes, please, that would be nice." I stepped back and dressed quickly. Rex kept his sharp focus on me. "I'm real interested in you." His hungry growl certainly insinuated it but the close contact he made seconds before already left that very impression. "That's nice." He chuckled. "Come on, baby, is nice the best you can do?" "Your brothers are too." "Really?" He acted amused as he leaned back on the bed with his elbows bracing him forward. "You don't say." "You didn't notice?" "Can't say that I did." Outwardly amused described him now and he didn't seem surprised in the least. My talk with Dallas assured of one thing. The Carlisles fully understood the advantages found in numbers. "Really?" Rex eased up off the bed and stalked forward almost immediately. He reached for me and I moved away. "Okay, here's a proposal for you." "I thought there might be one in you somewhere," I hummed. "My brothers and I run one of the largest ranches in the country. We are shareholders in some of the most successful companies in the world and we've had it all handed to us on a silver platter, much like you. Still, we're busy. We have a lot of responsibilities and well, to put it bluntly, as individuals, a woman married or committed to any of us, isn't going to find her life fulfilling. However, as a package deal, we have a lot to offer and we'd like for you to consider us, as a package deal." "You want me to date all of you?" I acted like it was the first time I'd ever heard such a ridiculous suggestion. "Dating is a start, yes." Rex walked over to me and then touched my cheek. "And after we all get to know one another, I want you in my bed and I damn sure hope you aren't one of these women who like to take things nice and slow." "In your bed?" "Yours will work too, since it's closer than mine. Speaking of which, we really need to discuss our business here because, after the drive, I'll probably take a power nap later today. It's a long haul from San Antonio and with any luck, I'm expecting a long night ahead." "I thought you lived in Dallas." I ignored the insinuation that he'd later join me in my bed for an all-night romp. "Nope. We're south of Dallas and we're planning a move soon. Who knows, maybe we'll stick around here in Lewisburg." "Here?" I don't think I sounded overly enthusiastic. "Sure. Why do you think Darlene and Dawson wanted you to meet up with us? We're considering a move here." "Uh-huh. Sounds like you've thought of everything. You have a move in mind, a plan in place, and obviously, you've thought some about recreation, never mind procreation." Ewe yuk, I so didn't like that word. I was the sort of gal the boys took home to Daddy, in case he wanted to take a turn too--not the type to slap around with a warm body in hopes of becoming pregnant. The Carlisle brothers were in my hometown and they'd soon learn all of my dirty little secrets and they'd hear them fast in this town. The locals liked to gossip. A sigh of relief and a thought later, I decided it might be good if they found out everything. Then, they might reconsider blue-eyed babies and long-term commitments. He licked his lower lip. "Don't worry, after seeing the way you've looked at all of us, you're going to like the idea. Your only problem is the obvious one. Which one of us will you drag off to bed first? I'm hoping you'll play fair and take us all at the same time but, if not, just remember what I told you about pleasuring a woman. I go deep then I settle in and stay awhile." * * * *
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