Sophie Oak - Three to Ride

Rachel leaned in and didn’t flinch. She had been planning to leave. She knew she was in far too deep with the brothers after this morning. Seeing Max lying on the ground had nearly torn out her heart. Before she had thought she couldn’t afford to fall in love with one man, much less two. Now she realized there was no way she could walk away. She’d fallen into their trap and couldn’t get out. There was no choice. She would have to work to make it all right. “I’m not going anywhere, Brooke. Get used to it. Did this little talk work on their other girlfriends?”

Brooke shrugged. “Usually.”

Stefan shook his index finger at her. “One of these days, Brooke, you are going to find yourself a man who can handle you. I live for that day.”

Brooke smiled smugly. “I’m sure you do. You’ll grow old waiting for it to happen. Besides, if my little talk with Rachel here doesn’t work, then I’m sure once she gets a load of Max’s temper, she’ll head out, and my brothers can find someone suitable. I’m already looking. I have a few prospects at my school I think they’ll like.”

Rachel stood back up and leaned over the younger woman. If she was staying, then it was time to stake her claim. “You bring those women around my men, honey, and don’t expect them to come back in one piece. As for Max’s temper, I’ve had a full dose of it. Guess what? I wasn’t impressed. Our little fight ended with him apologizing nicely and playing my slave for the evening. I can handle Max, and I can certainly handle Rye. If you want to stay on my good side, I suggest you keep your friends away from my men. If you don’t…well, I’m ready for a fight if you are.”

Brooke looked at Stefan. “Is she serious? Did she really fight with Max and win?”

“She put Max on his ass in front of most of the population of Bliss,” Stefan replied with a silky smile. “The truth of the matter is I wholeheartedly approve of her. She’s perfect for them. She just has to make them see that she can handle what they need.”

“Is there a video? Because I would really like to see Max beg.” A brilliant smile crossed Brooke’s face. It made her look younger. She popped up from her seat and suddenly looked like the young girl she was. “I’m so excited.” She threw her arms around Rachel. “I’ll start designing your dress immediately. It’s going to be perfect.”

“My dress?” Rachel was a little stunned at how fast Brooke had changed from overly protective sister to welcoming potential sister-in-law.

Brooke gestured up and down her body, indicating her very chic clothes. “I’m a designer. Mostly sportswear and lingerie, but I have an amazing wedding dress in mind for you. Sorry about the whole bad-girl routine. You have no idea how many women just use my brothers for sex.”

“It’s been terrible for them,” Stefan interjected wryly.

“Now that I know you’re the one,” Brooke said, ignoring the artist, “I can be excited.”

It was time to slow things down. Brooke wasn’t the one who had to confront the problems with this scenario. “Look, I’m crazy about Max, and I really think I could love Rye, too, but they’ve been adamant about wanting a regular, ordinary relationship. I just can’t tell them I’m keeping them both and set a date.”

Brooke looked slightly perplexed. “Why not? That’s the way life is. You say what you want, and then you go get it.”

Stefan sighed and shook his head. “She’s exceptionally young and sheltered. Rachel is right. If she tells them she wants the ménage all of a sudden, they will both be suspicious. She needs to get them to see that it can work.”

“How do I do that?” Rachel was really interested in the answer to that question.

Stefan sat back, his hands steepling in front of his chest. He was such a decadent-looking thing. “I think I have a plan.”

* * *

Tommy Lane watched as his woman clung to another man. He stood in the shadows because it wasn’t time yet to let his presence be known. Liz looked bad. He didn’t like the way she’d changed her hair. When he had her back, he would force her to return to her natural color. The reddish blonde made her look like a whore.

Of course, the asshole she’d been holding hands with earlier made her look like a whore, too. Tommy felt his gut churn as he watched the tall man with brown hair return from the cafeteria. He took a seat beside Liz, and she immediately wound her fingers through his. The man looked surprised at first, but then settled beside her. His pleasure in the touch was obvious. When she’d rested her head on his shoulder, Tommy could feel the other man’s satisfaction as though it was an actual physical thing.

He hated the way the other people in the party smiled and whispered. They obviously liked the fact that Liz was cuddling against the man for comfort. They approved. They couldn’t possibly know she already belonged to someone else. She had lied again.

When, Tommy wondered, was she going to learn?

She belonged to him. He’d known it the moment they met. She’d looked at him with her big green eyes, and she’d wanted him. She’d played hard to get. She was that type. She was a tease. She’d gone out with him, let him spend money on her, and then when it was time to pay up, she’d pushed him away.

Tommy remembered it like it was yesterday.

* * *

“Thank you for the evening,” Liz said politely. She stood at the door to her little townhouse.

She was trying to play it cool, but Tommy had seen the way she looked at him. She wanted him. “You’re welcome. It doesn’t have to end, you know.”

“I’m afraid I have to be up early for work,” she said.

But her eyes were telling him yes. Tommy pulled her close. Her body was delicate against the rough hardness of his. She was a soft woman, and she needed a man to tell her what she wanted. She needed a man to keep her in line. She struggled, but that was just what women did. They liked to tease a man.

“I want you,” Tommy said, making his intentions plain. He was a straightforward guy. “You belong to me.” He covered her mouth with his. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but he was stronger. She tried to pull away. She didn’t realize that just made him hotter. Or maybe she did. He loved how hard she fought and how easy it was for him to hold her. He couldn’t wait to get between her legs. She would know she was his once he’d fucked her.

Liz cried out, the sound sweet to his ears. He shoved her against the wall and rubbed his hard cock against her, letting her know she had some work to do. It was a woman’s job to satisfy a man, and he intended to make sure she did her job.

“Are you okay, Liz?”

Tommy’s head came up. He saw that two of her neighbors were standing on the sidewalk looking up at them. It was a couple walking their dog. The neighbor was a big man, but the large dog at his side was what concerned Tommy. Liz was able to push away from him.

“Hello, Claire, I was hoping to talk to you,” Liz said suddenly in a shaky voice.

The woman practically ran up the walk. The man stood and watched.

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Claire said, holding Liz’s hand. “You can show me that website you told me about.”

“Good night, Thomas,” Liz said. Tommy could hear her voice trembling with passion.

* * *

He’d been forced to make a strategic retreat that first night, but he’d thought about her all night. He’d gone home and masturbated just thinking about her soft body.

Then the bitch had stopped taking his calls.

It was just like a woman. She’d used him and then moved on. Someone should have warned her that no one moved on from Tommy Lane. Unfortunately, the ones who had tried in the past couldn’t talk anymore.

Liz Courtney had proven to be a stubborn bitch. She’d sent back his gifts, so he’d shown her. He had left that little yipping thing she called a dog on her doorstep one night with its throat slit. That was when she’d gotten a restraining order. It had effectively put his career on hold. His partner, Eric Weldon, had tried to talk him out of pursuing the luscious Ms. Courtney further, but he’d understood when Tommy told him that he needed closure. Besides, Eric was dirty as the day was long. Tommy had a load of shit on him. He wouldn’t get trouble from his partner. Eric had been the one to alert him that someone in this piss ant town was looking for her. He would get his closure.

She was holding the hand of one brother while the one Tommy had almost managed to kill lay in a hospital bed. He’d decided to kill the cowboy when he’d seen him kiss Rachel. She was staying at his house. God, she was such a whore.

He was going to kill her, and then she wouldn’t have this hold on him anymore. He could move on once she was dead.

Of course, he thought with a smile, he’d fuck her first. She’d know what kind of a man he was then.

Tommy sank back into the shadows. His first attempt at taking out her lover had failed, but he’d try again. Now it looked like he’d have to kill both brothers, and then little Liz would be all his.

Rye could feel his hands trembling as Rachel leaned back, and Max spread her legs. Her head fell backward. All that lovely hair was spread out on the bed like a strawberry blonde waterfall. Max was on his belly with his face between her thighs. He breathed in the scent of her soaking wet pussy and then swiped at it with his tongue.

“Oh, God, Max,” Rachel sighed. Her lips parted as Max settled in. She looked down her body to stare at Max with those big green eyes.

Rye watched silently as his brother licked Rachel from her little rosebud all the way to her throbbing clit. From his vantage point, he could see that her clit was an engorged jewel just waiting to explode. It was so beautiful to Rye. Her pussy was bare and soft. It was perfectly plump and juicy.