Heather's Gift (Men of August 3)

“I’m sure I can figure it out,” she finally gasped. “Go watch television or something.” She turned from him, and would have put the distance of the room between them if his arm hadn’t come gently around her waist.

He exerted no pressure, but she was so damned weak he didn’t have to. She fought for breath as she felt his erection against her lower back, his lips at her neck.

“Push it inside you first, Heather. Then line up those little ears to grip your clit between them. When you turn it on, the dildo will move and flex inside you as it turns in little circles. The little pearls in the base will flip and beat around, stimulating your tender opening, and the ears?” His teeth raked her neck. “Those little ears will pulsate and massage your clit as your hips twist and thrash, driving you closer to orgasm.”

His hand pulled her shirt free of her jeans as the door opened again and Sam stepped slowly into the kitchen. Heather whispered his name, terrified now, caught by his brother and the erotic words pouring from his mouth as he pulled her T-shirt up her abdomen, and Sam, who watched it all, his eyes darkening, his sweat pants tenting with his own erection as he watched his brother’s hands.

Hands that pulled her shirt along her body until the full mounds of her breasts met the cool air of the dimly lit kitchen. She was fighting for breath, her eyes locked with Sam’s, a plea on her lips, but she was unable to force the words out.

Cade’s hands cupped her breasts as Sam came closer.

“The dildo will fuck you slow and easy, stretching your tight pussy, Heather,” Cade continued. “It’s not as large as we are, or as long, but it will get you ready. When you climax, your body will tighten, the sensation ripping through your womb…”

“Oh my God.” She arched as Sam’s head lowered to one of the ripe breasts Cade was cupping and directing to his mouth.

She was helpless, caught, trapped by the sensuality of the act as Sam’s mouth covered the hot, aching peak, his tongue raking her nipple as his mouth began to draw on her with a firm, suckling motion. Her hands rose to Sam’s head, whether to push him away or pull him closer she wasn’t certain. But she wasn’t able to do either. He caught her hands, trapping them in one of his larger ones as the fingers of the other went to her jeans.

Her moans filled the room as his fingers jerked the buttons open.

“Think about it, Heather,” Cade whispered sensually, his voice thick and rough. “And later, after Sam gets over his stubbornness, he’ll lay you on your stomach.” Sam’s hands breeched the opening of her jeans. “And you’ll have that Rabbit trapped inside you.” Sam’s fingers raked her swollen clit. “And while it’s fucking you nice and easy, he’ll push his cock up your tight ass, making the sensations multiply…” She screamed out in desperation as Sam plunged two long fingers deep inside her weeping cunt.

She shattered. The orgasm that tore through her body had her rising to her toes as his fingers twisted inside her, his mouth drawing on her breast, his tongue flaying her tight nipple. The room darkened as her eyes dazed, her body jerking, shuddering as the explosion rocked every cell within it.

Caught between the two men as their hands touched her, lips on her skin, fire streaking through her veins, she could only cry out Sam’s name. She trembled, her body shuddering spasmodically. She felt her release pour over his fingers as her legs tightened, her pussy milking the fingers fucking her, stealing her sanity.

When it was over, it was Sam’s arms that drew her close, his lips that whispered soothing phrases in her ear, his hands that ran gently over her back.

“Come to me, Heather, when you’re ready,” he growled, his voice hard, tight with his own unsatisfied arousal. “But don’t wait too fucking long, or I might come to you. And when I do, I might be flat out of control.”

He moved her to the recliner, sat her gently upon it as he kissed her lips. A soft, gentling caress, before he turned and stalked from the room. Heather blinked, then stared at Cade where he stood by the swinging door.

“It’s your gift to give, Heather. He won’t take it from you. But you might find you get in return a hell of a lot more than you ever believed possible.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Three in the morning was a hell of a time, Heather thought as she trudged wearily up the stairs. After Sam and Cade had left the kitchen, the night had been quiet, leaving her to reflect on the events that had destroyed many of her beliefs and left her fighting the inner knowledge that she was a goner as far as Sam and his brothers were concerned.

She knew the history of the men, knew the abuses they had suffered, and she suffered for Sam now. But there was something so dark and lonely inside him. She shook her head; she couldn’t put her finger on it. Something was raging inside him that almost frightened her. As though he were fighting himself as much as the past.

She pushed her fingers wearily through her hair and walked into her room, closing the door behind her. She glanced at the door on the other side of the room. It led to Sam’s room. Interconnecting rooms.

She stood and stared at the door. It wasn’t closed as she had left it earlier. It had been opened just enough that she would know the offer was there. She stared at it somberly, wondering if she dared.

She licked her lips and shook her head wearily. Damn him, he wasn’t making this easy for her. Do this, do that. As though she had no idea, and wasn’t in the least prepared for him. She snorted silently. She had known for months what was coming, and had fought to prepare herself for it. Marly and Sarah had helped to an extent. Those two women amazed her.

She undressed, her eyes closing as she stepped out of her jeans, feeling the butt plug she had inserted earlier as her muscles tightened around it. The erotic, naughty feeling of wearing the device had nearly driven her crazy in the kitchen with the two men.

Heather wondered what he would have thought, what he would have done if he had known that what he had threatened to do to her, she had already done to herself. Shaking her head at the thought, she moved to the bathroom and removed it. The sensual feeling of the plug sliding free of her stretched anus had her pussy throbbing. She closed her eyes, wondering how Sam would feel, his cock pulsing, burrowing in and out of her as he had threatened her countless times.

She washed the device, smiling a bit regretfully as she left the bathroom and moved to her dresser. She stored the item away, and moved toward the bed. Then she stopped, frowning, uncertain.

“No…” The sound came again, a moan of pain, of rage.

Heather trembled. Sam’s voice was broken, enraged, filled with disbelief as he fought his nightmares once again. Her body tightened as she turned to his door. She knew what would happen. He would rage and cry out, bringing himself from the dream then stalking from the house. Rick would have to track him, watch him, otherwise he would ride out and head into the darkness of the open land.

She pulled on her robe, moving quickly for the door.

“So much blood…” His voice was strained, agonized, as she stepped through the doorway. “Oh God, Cade, what did I do? What did I do Cade… No… No, Cade… NO!”