Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

I felt my cheeks heat. “Still,” I replied, remembering how I’d gotten wetter and wetter and I’d been hot all over as I’d felt their eyes on me, knew they could see how eager I’d been.

Now, they stepped close, surrounded me. I’d taken in the house when I’d parked, walked up to the front door. Modern log cabin would be the term. Rustic Montana but with huge windows to take in the views. It was a big house for big men. I knew they lived together and this place suited. But they weren’t going to take me on a tour.

All I could see, feel, breathe was Gus, Poe and Kemp. Big men. Surrounding.

“I’d have never done that if you hadn’t told me to,” I admitted.

Kemp lifted my chin with his finger and I met his eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring at his flannel shirt until then. “You told us what you wanted. That you wanted all three of us. That you wanted us to take control. That was enough. We did… and will take it from there.”

These words were softly spoken, completely unlike that pussy-wetting tone he’d used that had gotten my pants down.

“Even nervous, you came here. Very brave to take what you want,” Poe said, and I turned my head to look at him. Dark, potent, with eyes so surprisingly pale they matched his intensity. All his focus was on me and it was like being touched. Caressed. In thrall, and he hadn’t laid even a finger on me. Not once. “We couldn’t miss how wet your pussy was earlier. When you got home from work, did you make yourself come to ease the ache?”

I shook my head.

“You didn’t lie back on your bed, spread your thighs and play?” Gus asked.

“No,” I whispered. I’d wanted to. My clit had throbbed, my pussy needy through my shift. My nipples had chafed against my bra, and yet I hadn’t pulled out my vibrator like I’d wanted. I’d had three hot guys to fill my mind to help me come, but I’d held off.

I’d wanted the real thing. Standing between them now, I was glad I had.

“Good girl,” Gus added. “That pussy belongs to us. Those orgasms are ours. No touching without us or you’ll be punished.”

I swallowed at his words and my pussy heated. Punished.

The 9-1-1 call that had come in when I’d been busy pulling my jeans down for them had been a domestic disturbance. One where the wife had obviously been abused by her husband. He’d answered the door with a wicked grin that proved this had happened before, that he knew he would get away with it. He had, too, because his wife, with bruises on top of fading bruises, had refused to press charges. Her calling for help in the first place was the obvious sign that her man had taken control and “changed her mind” for her. God, it had bothered me. Still did, knowing she was at home with that fucker right now. But, she was a grown woman and unless she chose to have him arrested, there would be nothing I could do. At least not today.

And because Gus had said the word punished, it instantly flared my anger, but it quickly died out. He wouldn’t hurt me. Ever.

“What’s that look, pixie?” he asked. Yeah, he could read me. Always had. After ten years of being apart, it felt good. Familiar.

I told him about the call and the three of them looked furious. It definit

ely only helped confirm my decision not to put my name on the ballot for the job. I was a temporary sheriff and nothing more. I’d rather work back in a DA’s office and ensure people like that asshole never get out of jail. I’d talked to Porter Duke, the county DA and, coincidentally, Gus’s cousin, about a job in that office. The position was waiting for me in November, which was reassuring, allowing me to stay in town near Momma… and now possibly three huge men.

Poe swore under his breath. “That’s not us, Parker,” he vowed. “And if you tell us this guy’s name, we’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”

I looked to Poe, smiled. For someone so big, he was really sweet. Ruthlessly intent and I had no doubt he would take care of the asshole without breaking a sweat, but still, sweet. “That isn’t something you want to tell the sheriff,” I replied.

“He hurts a woman, he deserves what he gets,” he countered in a harsh snarl, then walked off, raking his hand through his black hair as he went. Clearly, this was a touchy subject for him.

“You know what we’re doing here is different, right?” Kemp asked, turning my attention back to him. “That when Gus said we’d punish you, it would be more funishment. All you’ll get from us is pleasure… eventually.”

Yeah, that one word went against every feminist bone in my body. Why wasn’t I kneeing him in the balls and telling him I could take care of myself, including my pleasure? Why did I have to give a man—or men—control? Why did I want them to have it?

“That asshole took control from his wife, pixie,” Gus said, brushing a knuckle down my cheek. “You’re giving it to us. A gift. And we’ll keep it safe. And you.”

“You call the shots,” Kemp added. “All of them. At the clinic, I told you to bend over and show us that gorgeous ass. You did it because you wanted to, no other reason. You could have said no, hell, said pineapple as a safe word and we’d have respected that.”

“That’s right, pixie,” Gus added, eyes narrowing at Kemp, probably about the word pineapple, which had come out of nowhere. “As you can see, we want you between us. But only if you want to be there.”

I was between the two of them right now and it was exactly the place for me. I wanted to be surrounded, overwhelmed, even overpowered. Especially after the call from earlier. I wanted to do nothing more than forget about it. About everything.

“We have to learn how far to push you, what makes you hot and wet. Nothing further.”

I gave Kemp a little nod. He seemed to be the most dominant of the trio, that his nature was a little more commanding.

“Back to what I said,” Gus replied. “We’re in charge of that pussy until you say otherwise. Every inch of you when we’re like this. Obey or that ass is going to be well-spanked.”