A New Beginning [Liberty, Wyoming] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Page 10
Jake couldn’t get the picture of her on top of Christy, pulling and hitting her. She definitely had never been in a fight before, and it didn’t seem to matter. All her motherly instincts had come out. The thought of her getting hurt made his stomach twist. It was bad enough with Callie, and now there was Sara to worry about. Losing her in any way, either by accident or her leaving, was not an option. She’d only been with them four months but she was already a crucial part of their family.
Jake gritted his teeth to prevent a pain-filled groan from escaping his throat. He ran a hand down her arm, listening with half an ear to the girls talk softly to each other. Dammit. They’d only just found her. It would kill something crucial in him if they lost her now.
Both men stared intently at the girls. This is the way it’s supposed to be, Grant thought. This is a picture of a child and her mother. The bond these two had went beyond and was deeper than what he realized. His heart beat faster, not only did both men want her for themselves, she was already more of a mother to their daughter then Christy ever was. He adjusted the fit of his jeans behind Sara, hard as steel from the thought of her being theirs.
He looked at Jake and smiled when he saw the way he looked at the girls. Finally, Jake was giving up his fight to keep her away, protecting himself against his feelings for her. Grant closed his eyes as his large, callused hand pressed Sara’s lower stomach, moving her tighter against his chest. This was coming together. Now they only had to make Sara see this as her permanent address instead of just a job.
Despite their objections, she insisted on dressing and coming down to dinner. After sending Callie down to the kitchen, they helped Sara pull on a skirt and loose blouse to hide the fact she couldn’t wear a bra because of her bruised ribs. She walked slowly and looked a little worse for wear but she made it down to the dining room.
Callie chattered all through dinner. Sara watched the girl. She was glad Callie didn’t seem to have any residual effects from today, but she would observe her carefully the next few days to be sure.
Sara was surprised and thought the day wasn’t a total disaster when Gina asked her how she was when she served them dinner. Maybe the incidence today would help Gina finally see Sara for the person she was.
The men put Callie to bed that night. Sara showered again, pinning her hair up and letting the hot water cascade down her, easing the cramped muscles and going a long way in making her feel better. After pulling on a loose nightgown, she sat on her bed for her weekly call to her boys in Iowa. She missed them so much but was relieved they seemed happy with their lives. They always had a lot of questions that she tried her best to answer, but some things were better left unsaid, especially to her children.
After the lengthy call, she sat in the dim light, on the side of her bed, rubbing a lightly scented vanilla lotion on arms when there was a knock on the door. She looked across the room at the door, nervously. “Come in.” She was startled when both men walked in.
It still amazed her how these two could walk into a room and make it feel so small, seemingly sucking the oxygen out, making it difficult for her to breathe. She could tell both had taken showers from the dampness of their hair. Grant wore a loose pair of sleep pants and nothing else, leaving his beautiful, hard-muscled chest bare for her to see. Jake was in a pair of jeans, an unbuttoned shirt that opened, showing his contoured chest to perfection. Both were barefoot, their masculine feet unbelievable sexy.
They seemed bigger than life and their presence always affected her deeply. Her breathing hitched in her throat at the sight of either of them. Heck, she only had to hear their voices to make her heart beat faster, her nipples harden, and her juices begin to gather in her undies.
Jake paused on his way to her. His body instantly hardened and pressed painfully against the stiff fabric of his jeans at the hot, desire-filled expression stamped on Sara’s face. He was burning to lie her back on the bed and taste every part of her body, paying special attention to her sweet pussy. He promised himself when he finally had her, he would spend hours there.
His mouth lifted on one side. She looked like an angel sitting there. She was so tiny, so damn adorable sitting there on the side of the bed in a long summer nightgown that hid the curves he knew were there. When she became theirs, she would never wear anything to bed and would be lucky to wear clothes at all while in their bedroom.
The hunger running through his veins was intense. Stronger than anything he’d ever felt. He needed to be inside her, as deep as he could go and stay there for the rest of his life. He couldn’t see a life without her and couldn’t believe how hard he fought against his feelings since he’d first seen her.
Getting to know her, learning how truly special she was, made the decision for him. He would have her. As soon as she was healed, she would be between him and his brother, and they would finally make her understand that she was theirs.
Grant smiled as he walked toward her. She looked so nervous and slightly alarmed. He swallowed a chuckle. She should be nervous. If she knew what was going through his mind right now, she’d probably run from him screaming and that’s not something he would ever allow to happen.
He sat down next to her on the bed, making sure his thigh was against hers and she could feel him. “Hi, baby. We just wanted to check on you before we headed to bed. Did you talk to the boys yet?” Lord, she smelled good. Her musky, womanly scent was mixed with vanilla and the flowery scent she used on her hair. Everything about her made him hard. Hell, he thought, I’ve been hard since I saw her standing in the living room the first time. He reached out to slide his fingers over her cheek, feeling how silky smooth her skin was. A sound of humming slid from his throat when she leaned into his touch and felt the shudders that ran over her body.
She closed her eyes and hummed. “Yes, I called. If I didn’t, there would be hell to pay.” Shivers raced through her body. A whimper escaped as she remembered the burning stretch of her pussy and ass with just one of their large fingers pushing in. She couldn’t imagine one of their cocks possibly fitting in her. She pressed her thighs together. God, the aching drove her crazy. Not just her breasts, but her pussy would contract and moisture would rush from her body preparing her to take them inside her. It was almost more than she could take.
She knew they wanted her by the way they always touched her and the kisses they gave her every chance they got. She just didn’t know if it was a smart move to let this happen. She was only their nanny. What if it didn’t work out or they got tired of her. That could very well happen. She wasn’t good at sex, so pleasing one much less two men was damn near impossible. They would tire of her and then she would have to leave. The thought of leaving the ranch, them, Callie, always made her heart clench with pain. She would leave pieces of herself here and probably never recover.
She didn’t want to take the chance but didn’t know how she would live here without giving herself to them. She sighed. She would give it time and maybe she would get her answer, but she needed to talk to them before this went any further. She swallowed and kept her gaze downcast, afraid to look them in the eyes and see disappointment. “Hey guys, I think we need to talk about something.”
Grant placed his hand under her chin and raised it so he could look at her eyes. “Why so sad, love?”
She always loved it when he called her that. She balled her hands into fists and pressed them against her thighs to keep from reaching for him. “I don’t know what’s going on between us, but I think we need to step back and maybe put some space, or as much as we can living together, between us and take some time to think about this more.” She looked down. “Maybe you want me because I’m the only available woman around.” She shrugged.
She jumped when Jake’s gravelly voice barked at her. “I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say? Because we already had this discussion, didn’t we?”
She peeked at him and cringed at the intensity on his face, his hands planted squarely on his slim hips. He had the look of a pissed, vi
rile, dominant male. She looked back down as shivers swarmed her body. God, they could make her so damn hot and be scary at the same time. Very hot, but scary. She was sure they wouldn’t hurt her but it still made her very nervous when she angered them.
“Sara!”
Her head jerked up, and she stared at his ruggedly handsome face. Even scowling he was breathtaking.
She couldn’t seem to open her mouth to reply. She stared, wide-eyed, mutely at him, afraid to say anything. “The only woman around comment is bullshit. We can drive fifteen minutes and have several females we could choose from,” he said between his teeth.
She scowled at him, anger burned through her. She couldn’t decide if it was from jealousy or his arrogance.
He continued with his arms crossed over his massive chest and his legs apart. Total arrogant, dominant male. “And if you think you can put space between us, you’re crazy.” He stepped forward and crouched in front of her, crowding her. He grasped her chin and made her tilt her head to see him. “The waiting for you has ended. As soon as you heal from today you will be under, between, and on top of us. You’ll take us, anywhere we choose, anytime we choose. We will finally make you ours. We are going to own your body, mind, and soul.”
She closed her mouth that had dropped open at his words. She must be crazy. Insane. She was more than aroused by his aggressive, primal force than she wanted to admit to herself. She straightened her shoulders and tried to harden her voice. It came out more like a squeak and was very ineffective. “Do I get a choice in this decision?”
When they both calmly said “no,” she tried to push Jake back to stand, trying to put some distance between them. She needed space to be able to think better. Of course neither moved, and instead, crowded her more. She sucked in a breath as Jake’s large, callused hands wrapped around her thighs and Grant curved an arm around her, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back. She decided to still try. “Look, guys, think about this for a minute. What if it doesn’t work out—”
“It will,” Grant replied arrogantly. He was having a hard time restraining himself from laying her back and riding her until they both screamed and then do it again.
She looked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You don’t know that for sure.”
They both nodded. She gritted her teeth. God stubborn, overconfident men pissed her off. “Bu—”
“Enough,” Jake growled.
She opened her mouth to speak when Grant turned her head toward him as he leaned in and took her lips, driving his tongue deep into her mouth.
He put his hand on the back of her head, burrowed his fingers through her hair, to support it as he deepened the kiss. When she moaned, it was physically painful, but he lifted his mouth from hers and looked down at her beautiful face. God, he loved the way she looked, her lips all puffy and her face flushed with passion. When she slowly opened her passion-filled eyes, he dove back in for another kiss. He only stopped when his brother cleared his throat. He groaned when he had to pull her hand from his hair that she clutched between her hands.
“My turn,” was the only warning she got before Jake, careful of her ribs, pulled her from the bed onto the top of his bent knees, bunching her nightgown between her legs and his hard thighs.
The contact pushed more of her body’s moist heat out of her, drenching her already wet panties and started penetrating the jeans that covered his muscled thighs, making moans tear from both of their throats.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking hot,” he gritted out in a voice that sounded pained. He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks, making her sigh. “I can’t wait to get my cock so far into you, you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
She closed her eyes as her hard, painful nipples poked into his chest. His head descended, and he put his lips on hers. She expected him to take her roughly but he didn’t. He gave her little kisses over her mouth and gently rubbed his tongue over them. Only when she opened, did he push his tongue into her mouth, exploring it.
She put her hands over his thick wrists, holding on tightly to him. She wanted to lie back and let them take everything they wanted and needed from her. She wanted to give them everything she had and more. She was shaking with arousal and her breaths rasped out of her throat, when he stopped.
She groaned and slowly opened her eyes and stared at him.
His eyes narrowed more when her tongue came out to taste him on her lips. His teeth clenched at the agony he was going to feel when he had to release her. “We’ll give you a few days to come to terms with this and heal, but after that you’re ours.” His voice heavy and guttural. He rubbed her cheeks lightly with his thumbs. “And, baby, once you’re ours, you will definitely stay ours forever.” With that, he lifted her back onto the mattress and stood. He turned, walking stiffly out of the bedroom.
A chuckle at her side had her turning her head to stare at Grant. He reached up and gently rubbed his thumb over her lips. He grinned at her confused, aroused expression. He stood and stared down at her. “Do you need anything right now, sweetheart?”
Her eyes were huge. Her mouth dry. She clenched her nightgown between her hands to prevent herself from reaching for him and just shook her head not able to push any sounds out yet.
“How are you feeling, are your ribs real tender?” His smile was pure, arrogant, hard to ignore, male.
Once again, she shook her head. She couldn’t seem to get her mind to work.
He smiled. “I’ll let you go to bed, but I want you to think about what we said. Once we take you, there’s no going back and no leaving, ever. But also, remember that we will make you happier and love you more than you can imagine for the rest of your life.” He gave her one more hard kiss, walked to the door and softly closed it behind him.
She swallowed. Wow, that didn’t go the way she wanted. She enjoyed it tremendously but it didn’t make her doubts go away, not really. Turning off the light and lying down, she looked up at the ceiling and blew out a big breath. She squeezed her aching breasts which just made the heaviness worse. She didn’t know how to relieve herself of this aching arousal they’d set off in her body. Frustrated, she laid her hands at her sides.
She didn’t think she would sleep well tonight, her mind was too chaotic, a hundred different things buzzing around in there. She took several more breaths, trying to calm the arousal that ran rampant through her body. She was too tired right now to make any decisions, she decided. She would have to think about it more tomorrow. She settled more comfortably down in the mattress and despite her body’s aches from the fight and arousal, she was asleep in minutes.
Chapter 12
The next few days went by quickly. The men mostly stayed away from her besides checking on her injuries and meals. When they were in the same room, they took every opportunity to lay their hands on her. Their gazes always hit her with a force of lust and never stopped reminding her what would eventually happen between them.
On the third day, Grant asked how she was at dinner. It was instantly apparent she should have thought about what she was going to say. When she told them she felt better, their eyes grew heavy with unspoken desire. Their faces turned into those of possessive male beasts intent on one thing. Her. The atmosphere in the dining room was instantly charged, making desire spiral up her spine and a slight shudder roll over her.
She knew it was only a matter of time before they came for her tonight and there was no way she was going to be able to deny them anything.
Later that night, Sara put Callie down for the night and walked downstairs. Right now, the men were shut in the office. She didn’t have long before they found her. The arousal rushing through her was making her body ache. She knew if she didn’t settle down she might explode from the pressure before they even touched her.
She went to the only place on the ranch that gave her the peace she desperately needed. Jake’s stud. He always made her feel grounded, just petting him calmed her.
The barn was always quiet this time of night. The
hands were in the bunk houses or small houses for the married ones. Usually after a long day of working, they could be found watching TV or playing cards.
She wasn’t there but a few moments before hard arms grabbed her roughly from behind. She knew instantly it wasn’t Grant or Jake. A dirty hand flattened over her mouth, preventing the scream caught in her throat from coming. His other arm was wrapped around her middle, keeping her tight against him. She tried to fight as terror streaked through her, kicking, scratching, and hitting everything she could reach. She was spun and was slammed up against the barn wall. Stars flickered behind her eyelids at the pain that radiated up her back.
Her eyes widened when she saw it was the ranch hand that she had seen that day with something like loathing stamped on his face. She couldn’t figure out what she had ever done to him. She’d always made it a point of staying away from the hands, not giving Jake a reason to be mad at her.
He pressed his body against hers, putting his mouth close to her cheek. She turned her face away from him and gagged at his sour breath. “You’re not so uppity now are ya? You think you can ignore me? I’m going to get me some of this cunt for me. You like fucking a lot of men, don’t ya? It ain’t right the bosses get all the snatch and we get none. They’ve had everything they have always wanted their whole fuckin lives and I’m sick of it.” A laughing snort. “Sorry, baby. It’s not you, but I know if I hurt you, it would hurt them the most.”
He started rubbing his body against hers and trying to kiss her neck. Holding her hands above her head with one hand, he slid the other down and painfully squeezed her breast. When she opened her mouth to scream, he slammed his lips down on hers, bruising her lips, and preventing her from making a sound.
She tried to fight him harder as tears ran down her face. The thought of this man taking her, raping her, made her fight, desperate. She’d rather die than be raped by him.
He pulled his mouth back, ready to smash it back down on hers if she tried to scream. His eyes had a glittering look of loathing that sent a shiver of despair down her spine.