Ride Me Dirty(21)

"That's right, sweetness, you'll never get enough of us taking care of you."

I brought my hand down again and then rubbed the sore flesh, soothing  the sting I knew she felt, knew only made her hotter. I heard Sam  mutter, "Oh holy fuck" when he entered the room. The sight of Katie  sprawled across my lap with her ass in the air had us both horny as  hell.

He sat beside me on the sofa, positioning himself so his cock-already  hard again-was under Katie's head. No one had to tell her what to do  next-she took the length of him in her mouth and let Sam guide her head  up and down in time with her spanking.

I waited until I couldn't last any longer, the sight of Katie sucking on  Sam's cock as she got spanked was just too damn hot. In one motion, I  repositioned us so she was on all fours, her head in Sam's lap and her  ass in the air.         

     



 

She never stopped sucking on Sam, not even when I slid my cock inside  her pussy and started fucking her. I couldn't help the groan that tore  from my throat. She was so hot, so tight. So wet. When I teased her  asshole, her moans were muffled by his cock. Sam came first and I  watched our girl swallow as he arched his hips up off the couch. She  followed close behind, a pinch of her clit sending her over the edge and  taking me with her. I couldn't hold back, my need to come too great.

She was perfect. Just what Sam and I had been hoping for in a woman. She  wanted both of us equally. Saw us both as two individuals, but jointly  as the men who could give her the focus she needed and the sweet orgasms  she deserved.

It wasn't until we were all cleaned up and sprawled across the couch  that the topic of her staying came up again. Katie's head rested against  Sam's chest, her legs in my lap, looking content and happy, and just a  little smug with that shit-eating grin of hers and that made me feel  like a cave man. Yeah, our girl had all the damn power.

I smoothed a hand over her thigh. "Do you believe us now, sweetness?"

Katie's eyes were soft, sated-a far cry from the stressed, crazed look  she'd been wearing when we first picked her up. "Do I believe what?"

"That we want you for the long haul," I said, giving her thigh a squeeze. "That you're ours."

Surprise flickered across her face but she hid it with a smirk. "Was  that the message I was supposed to get from what just went on here?" She  waved a hand toward the kitchen table where she'd been fucked senseless  over the table. "Because honestly, I don't see how spanking me so much  gets that across."

Sam tweaked her nipple through her opened blouse, making her squeal with  surprise and pleasure. "We spank you because you're ours. Because you  deserve to have two men looking out for you and making sure you've got  your priorities straight."

She was quiet, which was a rare event in and of itself. I took that  silence to be a good sign. At least she wasn't fighting us on the idea.

"We'll keep showing you just how much you mean to us," I promised. "Even  if that entails a spanking, sweetness. It will be our pleasure to show  you what it could be like if you stayed …  but we can't make you leave  your life in New York. That's up to you."

She looked down at her hands, which were intertwined with Sam's, but she  still didn't respond. Sam gave me a small, encouraging smile over her  head, but tension made it strained. This was it-we were laying it all  out on the line for this woman. A first for us, and definitely our last.  We'd been raised to believe that when we met the right woman, we'd  know.

We sure as hell knew when it came to Katie-but there was no guarantee that she would feel the same way.





CHAPTER SEVEN



CATHERINE



Sally stood next to me in Charlie's living room and we surveyed the  remarkable myriad of trinkets, knickknacks, and souvenirs that covered  every available surface. I was exhausted just thinking about how long it  would take to clear it all out.

"That is some creepy shit," Sally said, looking over the top edge of her  glasses. She was staring at the hobo figurine collection that lined a  bookcase shelf.

I nodded. It truly was.

Sally walked the length of the room, taking it all in. "So, how was your dinner at Cara's last night?"

I didn't even bother to ask how she knew about that. I was starting to  resign myself to the fact that there was no such thing as privacy in a  town the size of Bridgewater. "If you get a colonoscopy, does everyone  know?"

She just eyed me like she had the figurines until I answered her  question. Clearly, she knew diversion when she heard it. Fine. "It was  nice."

Nice. As if that covered it. Dinner at Cara's had been eye-opening, but  there was no way I could explain that to Sally. How could I tell someone  who'd lived in Bridgewater her whole life just how incredible it was to  witness such a joyful relationship. Cara and her husbands were so  content. So …  happy. The men doted on Cara, and she clearly reveled in  it. She was the center of their world and it showed in every gesture.  Just as the Kane boys were trying to tell me it would be like with them.  Again and again, and it seemed when I was bending over a table or their  strong thighs and getting spanked.

Is that how it would be if I married them? Not spanked, but doted on? It  wasn't even a question, really. Last night I'd gotten a taste of what  it would be like to truly be with them-to be their woman. I'd  experienced hot sex with Sam and Jack, but I also got a glimpse of what  life would be like outside of the bedroom.         

     



 

They'd been attentive and thoughtful just like Cara's men were toward  her. For the first time in my life, I'd been the most important person  in the world to somebody. To two somebodies. I'd been the center of  their attention, even in a roomful of people.

After dinner we'd gone back to Sam's place and they'd made good on their  promise to keep showing me how it could be. Oh fuck, it could be so  good. I'd had more orgasms than I'd thought possible in one night. And  when we'd fallen asleep I'd been surrounded by my men, my head resting  on Sam's chest while Jack's arm wrapped around my waist. When I woke up  in the middle of the night, I'd felt safe in a way I hadn't since I was a  little girl.

More than that, I'd felt …  whole. Complete.

"Judging by that smile you're wearing, I'm going to guess you had a very  nice night." Sally's laughter brought me back to the present and I  feigned a sudden interest in Charlie's collection of movie ticket stubs  to avoid the topic. I picked one up and examined it. "Was Charlie  sentimental or just a hoarder?"

Sally eyed me and offered a soft smile. "You don't remember much about Charlie, do you?"

I shook my head. I'd been trying to call up specific memories of my  summers here with my uncle ever since I'd arrived in Bridgewater, but  all I could recall when it came to Charlie was a general feeling. I  remembered a large man who'd pick me up whenever I cried-a man who was  comforting to be around. Comforting, but sad. Though why he was sad, I  never knew and was too young to think too much of it.

"He was a good man," Sally said.

"That's what people keep telling me." Something had been nagging at me  since I'd arrived and when I looked around now, I realized what it was.  There were no pictures. For a man who held on to sentimental knickknacks  and hideous hobo figurines, it seemed odd that there were no pictures  of family. He was a man who clearly loved Bridgewater and its ways, so  why didn't he have a wife and husband? Even though it felt awkward to be  asking a near stranger about my family, I had to know. "Did my uncle  ever have a Bridgewater relationship?"

Sally looked over in surprise, putting down a stack of National Geographic magazines she'd moved. "You don't know?"

I shook my head. "My mother doesn't talk much about her family, and she never mentioned Charlie after she cut ties with him."

Sally sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against an end  table. "Charlie was married. He and his best friend met the woman of  their dreams right out of high school. They were quite the  threesome-always did everything together."

I tried not to let my shock show. Maybe I should have guessed, but it  was impossible to imagine someone from my uptight, straitlaced family  living an unconventional lifestyle. My mother definitely didn't.

"So, what happened? To his family, I mean."

Sally's face fell, her mouth tightening into a thin line. "Car accident."

The two words made my heart ache on Charlie's behalf.

"It happened, oh, some thirty years ago," Sally continued. "Such a tragedy. Poor Charlie never truly recovered."

Suddenly this odd assortment of memorabilia and little treasures wasn't  funny, it was tragic. Charlie had gone from having it all-the kind of  happiness I'd witnessed between Cara and her husbands-to nothing. Not  even his sister and niece. Me. I was an asshole for not knowing, for  never asking. Granted, I'd been a kid when my mother said we weren't  returning to Bridgewater to visit anymore, but I'd been a grown up for  quite a while now. Why hadn't I thought to ask about him or, better yet,  reach out to him myself?