Casey sat straighter in his chair.

  Jeff arched a brow his way then turned back to Pamela. “Would you like to spend some time with us away from here?”

  Casey let Jeff do the talking since it seemed she felt more at ease with him.

  Her eyes sparkled with humor. “What do you have in mind?”

  “You mean, besides sexing you up?”

  Her eyes rolled and she gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah, besides that. We can’t spend the whole weekend in bed.”

  “Really?” Jeff said with a waggle of his eyebrows. “What kind of guys have you been with?”

  Her expression was priceless, a little stunned, and then color sprouted on her cheeks. He’d bet if the tee she wore were a little more snug across her breasts, he’d see that her nipples just sprang.

  Jeff stuck a fork of food in his mouth. “We’ve got a cabin,” he said, chewing quickly. “By a lake. A dock. A boat. It’s pretty and quiet. We can do pretty much what we want. Wear what we want.”

  Pictures of Pamela skinny-dipping off the end of the dock flashed through Casey’s mind. But the lake had a silty bottom, and he couldn’t imagine her enjoying having mud slide between her pretty painted toes. He swallowed down a bite before attempting to speak. “You could sunbathe.”

  “Sure,” Jeff said, eagerly, trying to close the sale. “Or fish.”

  Again Casey couldn’t imagine her hooking her own worm. “Maybe it’s not her thing, Jeff.”

  Pamela leaned forward, her expression open, maybe even a little eager. “I’d like to go. If I won’t be too much trouble. And I’d like to do all those things, but I’ll have to admit, it’s been a while since I fished.”

  “How long?” Casey asked, suspicious because, again, he couldn’t imagine her enjoying something so simple.

  She shrugged. “Since I was a little girl. My dad used to take me to Lake Johnson in the summer. We had an old boat. The engine sounded like a sewing machine, but it was nice out on the water.”

  “Bet you ski,” he said.

  She wrinkled her nose. “It’s not the same. It’s usually a big group. Lots of noise. Everyone sucking in their guts.” Her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.

  He wondered about that reaction. Wondered what dude left such a sour taste in her mouth.

  “I know what you mean,” Jeff jumped in, aiming a quick glare at Casey. “It’s not relaxing.”

  Casey kept his gaze on Pamela’s face, looking for a hint of where she thought this thing would lead. If she’d seemed the least bit doubtful, he’d have added another obstacle, another little test, but so far, she seemed sincere. She wanted to spend time with them—or maybe just get away from whatever was eating her. And something definitely was or she wouldn’t have given either of them the time of day.

  “I’d like to be lazy,” she said softly. “Not think too much. I haven’t had a weekend like that for the longest.”

  Casey grunted. “You’ve got that pool—”

  “Which I use to do my daily laps for exercise purposes only.” Her gaze slid away at Jeff’s satisfied grin. “When I’m alone.”

  “You work?” Casey asked then wished he hadn’t when her smile turned bitter.

  “Yes.” Her fingers tightened around her fork and she set it aside. “I share a business with my ex-husband. We’re trying to separate our client list, but that’s not working out very well. He keeps trying to scoop them out from under me.”

  Here was the source of her unhappiness. And even though she didn’t look comfortable talking about it, his jealousy had him saying, “You and your ex work together. Any chance he’s holding out to get you back?”

  She gave a sharp shake of her head. “None. He’s remarried. Has a child now.” Her eyes filled, and she glanced away.

  Fierce satisfaction burned through him. Her idiot ex had closed that door for good.

  “Sounds like you need to sell,” Jeff said quietly.

  “He can’t afford it.”

  “Then let him run it.”

  She snorted. “He’s an idiot. He’d give that wife of his access to the cashbox and then we’d both be in the poorhouse.”

  Casey had heard enough. She’d abandoned her meal and tension was deepening the faint lines beside her mouth. Time to end it. “Then maybe you need a manager. Someone to take the reins and let you both take a step back.”

  Her expression registered surprise at his suggestion. “I’ve been looking into hiring someone, but Andrew, my ex, doesn’t like giving up control.”

  “Doesn’t have much of a choice if he doesn’t have controlling interest…”

  Her gaze narrowed on him. “You know a bit about running a business,” she said, in a soft but accusatory tone.

  Casey nodded, wondering if she was disappointed he had a brain. “I have a degree from Texas A&M in business. Jeff’s was horticulture. We both worked construction in the summers.”

  Her expression turned thoughtful as she glanced from Casey to Jeff. “So, do you own Handy Men? Great name by the way.”

  “We do,” Casey said, ignoring Jeff’s smirk because hadn’t he been the one to say they should keep her in the dark about the fact they weren’t laborers? “We started it up as soon as we graduated. Took loans from our parents, but we’ve paid them back.”

  “I’m impressed.”

  Maybe she really would be if he told her they had thirty employees and actually oversaw the landscaping design for a new golf course. But then maybe she’d think he was trying to build himself up in her eyes, and he didn’t want a woman if she couldn’t accept him as he was. Simple needs. Simple pleasures. Despite a healthy bank account.

  “Spend the weekend with us,” he growled.

  Her chin lifted. “Are you even asking?”

  He shrugged. It was up to her now. Better she knew from the get-go that he’d be in charge. Of everything. She could be as lazy as she wanted—in between bouts of intense, physical activity.

  Something of what he was thinking must have been plastered on his face because she swallowed hard. “I’ll pack.”

  “Pack light. And no swimsuit.”

  Chapter Four

  As impulses went, this one had taken her farther than she’d ever dreamed going.

  Jeff and Casey had left her shortly after their meal, saying they’d be back to pick her up in an hour. She’d half expected them to show up again in one of their Handy Men trucks, but the sleek SUV that had pulled into her driveway had her sighing her relief. As it was, the neighbors likely had their noses glued to the glass to see who had arrived. Not that she truly minded.

  Not one but two handsome men in cargo pants and dark tees had helped her to their truck.

  The drive, squeezed between the two of them up front on a bench seat, had been pure torture. While Casey drove, he’d given instructions for her and Jeff.

  She’d been nude from the waist down for most of the drive and hoping like hell they wouldn’t be pulled over for anything because Jeff’s hands played between her legs, fingering her into an orgasm. Then she’d bent over Jeff’s lap and given him a blowjob that had been choreographed in minute detail by Casey.

  He’d never been coarse, but his words still made her cheeks glow with embarrassment.

  Her “sweet pussy” hummed its own silky-wet tune when Casey had freed a hand from the wheel and stroked her clit as she swallowed down Jeff’s cum.

  It had been the most decadent experience of her life. And the most liberating. But at last, Casey told her to put her clothes back on. They’d arrived.

  They pulled down a long, gravel road, trees and tall grasses hugging the sides, giving the impression that they were entering their own secluded world. The sun was setting, looking like an orange fireball slipping into dark-blue water.

  The cabin was a log and stone affair and larger than she’d expected.

  “We built it from a kit,” Casey said. “A couple of years back. Had a camp trailer out here for a long time then decided we liked the place enough to make it permanent.”

  A porch stretched across the front. When he noted her interest, he said, “There are chairs and a chaise just inside the door. Don’t like to leave them out when we’re not here.”

  The guys opened the cabin, pulled out the furniture, then returned to the truck to gather her and her suitcase.

  When she stepped across the threshold, she wasn’t sure what she’d expected—but it wasn’t this.

  Stone halfway up the walls, bare logs to the roof. Long, exposed beams formed a wagon wheel above her head. At the center of the ceiling was a large, iron chandelier. Still, the place wasn’t huge. It was cozy, the space well planned for maximum use. Stairs led up one side to an open loft bedroom. The downstairs was one large room with a kitchen against the back wall. The rest was a living room with tall bookshelves on both sides. The furniture was a rugged, baseball-mitt leather. The floors polished oak.

  “I love your place. You did all this?”

  “Most of it, including the electrical work.”

  Casey’s smile was the most relaxed, the most natural she’d seen yet, and it gave her pause. He really was a beautiful man. And talented. Both of them were.

  “I take it we’ll share the bedroom,” she said, gazing up toward the loft.

  Casey’s grunt told her she’d asked a stupid question. “I’ll take the bag,” Casey said, hefting it into his arms and climbing the stairs.

  Jeff stood with his shoulder against the door casing. “I’m glad you came.”

  “So am I.” That much was true, but she was also confused. Everything had happened at a breakneck pace. Too fast to sort out what she was feeling, much less think rationally about it all. Was this just a weekend of debauchery? Or was she hoping for more?

  Maybe she should dial back her expectations. Enjoy the moment.

  But the look on Jeff’s face, the quiet approval as well as naked lust did something to her. Made her hot, wet, had her hoping she could hold on to this feeling for just a little while longer. “I’m a very greedy woman,” she murmured.

  His eyebrows shot up. “How’s that?”

  She shook her head and glanced away. “So what’s first?”

  “It’s nearly dark. How would you like to do a little skinny-dippin’. I promise your toes’ll never touch the bottom.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Are you telling me the bottom’s slimy?”

  “Maybe.” His grin made that seem like such a small thing to worry about.

  “I’ll let you hold me.”

  “Let me? Now who said we were givin’ you any choices here.”

  She laughed, throwing her head back, enjoying the way it felt. She was free to play with two handsome lovers who knew more about her body and her needs than she did.

  But she didn’t want them thinking she was passive, content to let things happen. She did have choices, beginning now. She toed off her sandals and dropped her purse on the floor beside her.

  His eyelids dipped, his gaze skimming her frame.

  The top she’d chosen had a side zipper and was so snug her breasts spilled over the top. She turned and raised her arms. “Would you help me?”

  Jeff stepped closer. “How’d you get into this thing—not that I’m complainin’ about the view. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth when you slipped into the SUV.”

  She smiled a siren’s smile, or as near as she thought one might look, and glanced up from beneath her lashes. “I shimmied into it. Took some doing.” The zipper gave, easing the blouse open. Cool air brushed against hot skin. He dropped the blouse on the floor and fingered the long indent the zipper had made in her flesh. “That feels so good,” she whispered.

  His fingers skirted across to tweak a nipple. “Quick, the skirt,” he rasped.

  She unzipped the skirt and gave a little shake of her hips to send it slithering down to the floor. Since they’d already tossed her undies out the window on the drive there, she stood nude.

  Jeff knelt in front of her and grasped her hips, his thumbs rubbing the notches as he centered himself between her legs.

  She held her breath then released it in a slow hiss as his tongue slid between her folds. Her fingers sank into his thick, brown hair, giving him silent encouragement to continue.

  He paused and urged one thigh over his shoulder, opening her. Then fingers, teeth and tongue devoured her sex. She closed her eyes, leaning back her head, savoring his tugs and thrusts.

  Hands cupped her rear, and a solid wall of muscle snuggled up against her back. Casey kissed her cheek. “Leave you two for a minute…”

  “It’s my fault,” she said, giving him a cheeky grin.

  Jeff grunted against her. Fingers thrust deeper, and he leaned back. “It is her fault. She seduced me. Stripped raw right there at the door for anyone to see.”

  Casey cupped her breasts, staring down at them over her shoulder. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

  She widened her eyes, playing the innocent. “I’ve been very, very naughty.”

  One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Then aren’t you the lucky one? I know just what to do to with a naughty girl.”

  “God, I hope so,” she breathed.

  Jeff grabbed her arm, catching her by surprise and pulled her forward, over his shoulder.

  Draped over his back, she gave a laugh as he bolted upward and strode toward the stairs.

  She raised her head. Casey followed them, his gaze narrowed and intent, but she wasn’t scared. That look spelled pleasure. Dark, thrilling pleasure.

  Once they reached the loft, Jeff strode forward, depositing her on her feet beside an odd-looking bench. “Kneel on the padded rung,” Jeff instructed.

  She knelt then followed his gently guiding hands as he forced her to lie over a padded bolster. In this position, her bottom was raised, her sex exposed for them both to see, and from the sounds of their feet, they’d moved right behind her to take a look.

  “Not fair,” she muttered.

  When Casey knelt beside her, she gave him a questioning glance, but he slipped bonds over her wrists, with Velcro closings that bound her hands to the frame.

  Then he moved behind her, arranging her knees farther apart. Hands roamed her bottom, giving her firm caresses while lifting her buttocks and parting them.

  “You’re pretty all over,” Jeff murmured. “Even here,” he said, fingering her anus.

  By now, she was pretty sure her ass was pink from embarrassment. But she didn’t complain. Instead, she listened to the rustling of clothing as it was shed, listened to their whispers as they plotted how best to punish her.

  “Hands or strap?” Jeff asked quietly.

  “Hands,” she blurted.

  “Wasn’t askin’ you, sweetheart.”

  “’Course not, I’m just the one whose ass is going to sting.”

  Another minute or two passed, and Pamela wondered if they’d ever get down to the punishing part. Then a finger traced between her buttocks, smoothing something silky down the crease. The thick tip swirled around her opening then prodded.

  “Not ready for that,” she warned.

  “Which means she’s been thinkin’ about it…” Jeff drawled.

  She shook her head. “Won’t ever be ready for that,” she said under her breath.

  Chuckles followed. The finger prodded her again. “Just relax,” Casey said. “Neither of us is going there, we’re just playin’.”

  “Good to know,” she rasped.

  And yet, as embarrassing as it was to know they both watched while one of them played with her there, and even though the intrusion burned, the deeper he prodded, the more her pussy reacted. It grew engorged. Her lips clenched and released. Hot, slick fluid oozed from inside her.

  A finger trailed along a dribble. No, Christ, it was a tongue because it widened and lapped. The finger withdrew from her ass and something else pushed against her, something slim and pointed.

  “Just a dildo,” Casey said. “Don’t grip it so tight.”

  As if she had control over those particular muscles at the moment. Still, he worked it ’round and ’round, easing her open until the tip sank into her. When it was inches inside, a strap was worked around her thighs. “To hold it there,” Jeff whispered. “Don’t worry.”

  Don’t worry? She had a dildo up her ass and already her pussy was on fire. Her thighs tensed and she gave a shallow, backward thrust.

  Fingers slid through her folds then tugged the hair cloaking them. “Always in such a hurry?” This time it was Casey. His wet fingers trailed over her backside then fell away. When a slap landed on one cheek, she gave a short, shocked laugh.

  But the next one stung, and she stayed silent, not sure how she felt about this because the pain left her feeling slightly off balance. Another slap landed, and then another. Her skin warmed and something strange began to happen. A lassitude entered her limbs, an odd, floating feeling that increased with the next and the next stinging whack.

  “Think she likes it,” Jeff said softly while a finger slid inside her pussy. Moist sounds emanated from her pussy as her inner walls began to ripple.

  A tongue feathered her inner lips then thrust inside. She gave a short, gusting shout and arched her back, pulling at her bonds.

  “Likes it a lot,” Casey said, his tone even, something she was coming to realize was his “turned-on” voice.

  Another swat landed on her buttocks, hard enough to rock her forward, then something significantly larger thrust into her body. A cock. A thick, hard cock. Yes!

  Fingers pinched her clit. “Don’t come, sweetheart. Don’t surrender. Not until I say so.”

  “Fat chance I can help it!” she gasped.

  “You like this?” Casey asked in his growling voice. “Like me fucking you? I’ll stop if you come.”

  Oh God. She wanted him to fuck her and never stop. Not past the first orgasm or the second. And damn, she knew that was a possibility because her ass and pussy were both on fire—and full to the point of gluttony.

  Still, he moved in a steady, droning rhythm, in no damn hurry to let her fly.

 

1 2 3 4 5