She passed him her phone but not without a grumbled protest. "God, I'm surrounded by bossy men."
"Sam and I are nothing like those assholes you're working with."
"We're just looking out for you, doll." Sam placed a hand on her thigh and her breath hitched. I'd bet money that pretty pussy of hers was already wet from that simple touch. "And I want you to tell us all about this ex of yours."
She sighed.
"Now, sweetness," I added. Had he hit her? What the hell was this asshole doing to her?
In two minutes, she offered a succinct outline of her ex-husband's pestering. It was that and that alone.
"He has nothing. No legal grounds," Sam said.
"I know. He just wants to mess with me."
"You'll give me his number and I'll take care of this. Of him," he added.
"What? No, I can take care of it myself."
"Of course you can," I cut in. "But let Sam help. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to take care of everything."
She looked to me, then Sam.
"All right."
I was surprised, yet thrilled she'd given in so easily. If we could get her ex to leave her alone, then that was a damn ball she didn't have to juggle.
"Your priorities are out of whack," I told her as I squeezed her thigh, slid my hand higher. "It's up to me and Sam here to help you sort out what's important in life."
"And I suppose sex with you two is the most important thing." Katie's tone was sharp but I saw the way her chest moved as she fought for air. She wasn't unaffected, no matter what she said. Like we told her, her body never lied. Oh yeah, she wanted us just as much as we wanted her.
"Not just sex," Sam said. "This isn't about sex. It's about what's between us. We want you to be happy. Satisfied. You deserve to be treated right and taken care of every day of your life, not just when you're visiting Montana on family business. We're the men to do that."
Turning the ignition, I glanced over at Katie's lap. "Pull up that skirt for me, sweetness. I need to make sure you're not wearing any panties."
She shifted in her spot next to me. "I'm not. Sam took them from me this morning when we, um … "
"When he spanked and plugged that perfect ass then fucked you?" I finished. I loved the way her cheeks turned red. But even better was the way she fidgeted on the bench between us, a sure sign her pussy was throbbing, just aching to be filled. I hadn't fucked her yet, only had that sweet suck of her mouth on me and I was dying to be balls deep.
My cock was hard just thinking of the sounds she'd made back in Sam's office. I'd come all over my hand and onto the dirt floor of the tack room just listening to them. Hearing her beg for her pleasure, scream her release. Hell, there was no way I'd make it all the way back to the ranch. Heading toward Sam's place which was right in town, I tugged at the hem of her skirt. "Show me."
"I told you, Sam took them," she snapped.
God, she was feisty when she was horny.
"Show him," Sam commanded.
Slowly, teasingly, she pulled her skirt up the rest of the way so her pussy was exposed and I groaned at the sight. Sure enough, she was wet. I couldn't resist. Reaching out, I stroked her wet folds, slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy and made her moan. She wriggled her hips a bit and I knew she wanted more. She wanted me to finger fuck her and stroke that clit, but there was no way I was letting her off that easy. Nor was I doing it while I was driving because when she came on my fingers I'd surely drive us right into a ditch. And, a quick release in the car wasn't what I wanted for her. Our Katie needed to be shown just how badly she needed this-needed us.
I shot Sam a look and he helped me hold her hips still so she was pinned in place on my hand. With a quick glance over I could see her biting her lip to keep from moaning again. Maybe even keeping herself from begging for more, especially since I was holding my fingers still, just reveling in the way her muscles rippled and clenched around them.
"Isn't Cara's house the other way?" she said, her voice high-pitched and breathy.
Dammit, I'd forgotten all about Cara's dinner. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean as Sam deftly took my place, his fingers thrusting into her roughly and not moving, just like I'd done. When she arched her hips and tried to fuck his fingers for release, he chided her softly. "Sit still, doll. We'll take care of you when we get home, I promise."
I reached for my phone and called Cara, told her we'd be running a little late. Judging by Cara's laughter, she could guess why.
Katie was quiet the rest of the way to Sam's and that was just fine by me. Hopefully, she was thinking over what we'd said. Maybe if we gave her some time, she'd realize we were right. And if that didn't work, I planned on showing her just how good it felt to be loved by the Kane boys.
Sam acted quickly the moment the truck came to a stop. In one move he got out and pulled Katie out after him, slinging her over his shoulder and hauling her into the house, ignoring her protests at being tossed around like a sack of potatoes.
By the time I followed them inside, Sam had already ordered Katie to bend over and put her hands on the kitchen table. Sam was clearly distracted at the sight of those gorgeous breasts straining against her shirt as she bent over. As he worked to free them from the straight-laced button-down top and frilly bra, I came over and gave him a hand by pulling up her skirt to reveal that full, luscious ass.
She gasped with outrage when I nudged her legs apart, but didn't try to stop us. Our little Katie needed another spanking and she knew it. What better way to get her mind off that crazy job?
I stepped back and watched as Sam smacked her ass once, twice.
"Again?"
"Again," Sam said, the sound of the slap echoed off the tiles. "When you stop thinking about work, we'll stop spanking you." He did it once more and I was mesmerized the way her creamy flesh shifted beneath his palm. "Well, maybe not."
My cock had been hard as a rock in the truck and I was just about ready to explode watching that ass turn red and those tits sway at the impact. But that was nothing compared to the look on her face-the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain that had her biting her lip and arching her back, silently begging for more. Yeah, she wasn't thinking about work now.
A few more slaps and all three of us were ready to come. I saw Sam fumble with the button of his jeans as he got ready to fuck her from behind. She was primed and ready-but I could make it even better. Dropping to my knees behind her, I parted those sweet cheeks and saw her wet and waiting. That was all the invitation I needed.
Her thighs stiffened beneath my hands as my tongue found her pussy. Wrapping one arm around her hips, I flicked her clit as my tongue laved her from behind. Her moan was low and sweet as I heard a condom wrapper open.
Now she was ready. I'd no sooner pulled back when Sam pushed me out of the way and shoved his cock into her in one hard thrust that had her gripping the edge of the table and calling out his name, my name-hell, the woman was screaming for both of us and God, too.
I came to her side and licked her ear, nibbled at her neck, pinched her nipples while Sam fucked her hard. All the while I whispered in her ear how fucking hot she was. How naughty. I told her that she was ours and only ours. I didn't stop until she was screaming that, too. That she was ours.
She and Sam came quickly.
"About damn time," I muttered, grabbing a condom of my own, opening my pants and sliding it on. "You've fucked her three times now and I've yet to be in that pussy."
It was finally my turn. Scooping her limp body into my arms, I headed for the couch in the living room, leaving Sam to clean himself up. Hair tousled and damp with sweat, that damned skirt that was still cinched around her waist, Katie had never looked more fuckable. I could hardly wait for my turn, but first I had to make sure she knew who was in charge.
I set us both down on the couch and then pulled her so she was sprawled facedown across my lap. Her rounded bottom still bore some red marks from the spanking Sam gave her but nothing that wouldn't fade within the hour.
"Jack!"
"My turn, sweetness. My turn to prove you belong to us."
"By spanking me, too?"
"You love it. And it makes you focus on just me. My hand, my cock pressing into your belly. My control."
I gave her a few light swats, then a little harder, making her yelp.
Now, I had to do my part to show her how good it could be if she let us take care of her. If she chose us for her husbands, we would be in charge and she would love it. I told her that in some form or another as I brought my hand down on her ass.
"Tell me what you want, sweetness."
She raised her head slightly, just enough so I could hear her say it. "More."