Strands of Love

Chapter Twelve

Sam knew this probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she was past caring. The clock was ticking and time was running out for the three of them. Half her time with Jace and Darian was over and soon decisions would have to be made.

Both brothers were extremely strong, but unlike some men, they were very aware of their strength and tempered it when dealing with her. It was a huge turn-on to have two physically powerful men touch her so gently. It was an even bigger rush when they forgot themselves and got a bit rougher in their lovemaking.

She clung to Jace’s shoulders, enjoying the way the muscles bunched and rippled beneath her fingers. His breath was hot on her neck, and his fingers squeezed her waist as he pushed his cock deeper. Her pussy rippled around him, wet and eager.

God, she was so ready. All either man had to do was look at her and her panties got damp.

“Jace.” His name broke from her lips as he pulled her down, seating his cock to the hilt. He filled her completely, his shaft pressing tight against the delicate walls of her slick channel. He pulsed deep inside her, like a heartbeat racing out of control.

Sam gasped for breath, her body poised on the edge of an explosion.

The air behind her stirred and then Darian was touching her. He eased behind her and palmed her breasts. She moaned, low and long. She loved having four hands on her, touching her, bringing her pleasure.

“So beautiful. So responsive.” Darian rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. “Sweet too.” He held her breasts and offered them to Jace. “Taste her, brother.”

A low rumbling sound came from deep in Jace’s chest, a mix between a growl and a purring sound. He leaned forward and captured a nipple and sucked hard. Sam leaned back, her head and spine pressing against Darian’s chest as Jace tongued her nipple.

“Do you know what I’m going to do after Jace finishes fucking you?” Darian asked.

Sam shook her head, unable to speak a coherent word.

Darian leaned down and nipped at the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I’m going to take you standing up with your back against the wall.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I’m going to drive into you again and again and again until you scream my name and your pussy squeezes my cock.” His tongue twirled around the delicate whorls of her ear, making her shiver. “Would you like that, Sam?”

Would she like it? She was on the verge of coming simply thinking about it. Then Jace gently pulled on her pert nipple with his teeth and she gasped, her entire body tightening around him.

Jace left a trail of hot kisses on the slope of her breast, over her collarbone and up her neck. He nipped at her jawline before capturing her mouth.

Sam tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled Jace closer. Darian was still behind her, his hands back teasing her breasts. She was completely surrounded by the Hunter brothers, a situation she was quickly becoming addicted to.

Jace’s tongue dueled with hers, advancing and retreating, leaving her wanting more. She started to move, rising slightly before lowering herself over his hot, hard cock. He groaned in her mouth and his hands cupped her ass, helping her to move over him.

With each advance and retreat, his shaft rubbed and bumped against all the sensitive spots in her pussy. Sam writhed and squirmed, needing him harder, faster.

Jace suddenly moved, lifting her while he was still inside her. His long, powerful arms curled around her back and held her shoulders as he knelt on the bales of hay with her beneath him. His arms protected her from the worst scratches of the hay, but she could feel the rough grass beneath her. She didn’t care. Sam locked her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his lean hips and held on.

Jace’s hips hammered into her, his hold keeping her steady. He powered in and out of her pussy and the heat inside her rose to a boiling point before spilling over. She tore her lips from his and called out his name as her orgasm ripped through her. Jace’s thrusts got even faster and deeper. Suddenly his entire body went rigid and hot liquid flooded her core. Jace didn’t stop, his hips bucking against her until she came again, pushed over the edge once more by the power of his passion.

Her hands fell away from his shoulders and she collapsed. Jace’s arms were still around her, but she could still feel the occasional stray piece of hay digging into her skin. She moved slightly, trying to find a better spot to rest on, but the movement had them both moaning again when his cock flexed deep inside her.

Jace slowly sat up and she stared into his masculine face, his eyes were half closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. He kissed her cheek, her nose and lips, the caress so soft she melted against him.

“My turn.”

Sam turned her head to find Darian watching them. He’d opened his pants while she and Jace were fucking and was stroking his thick cock. The head was red and damp and while she watched a bead of pre-come seeped from the tip. She licked her lips.

Darian laughed and walked forward until his cock was only inches from her lips. “Want to taste?”

Sam reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, which pulsed wildly beneath her fingers as blood pumped through the engorged organ. His cock head was plum-shaped and broad. She leaned down and licked the crown, her tongue finding the ridge that encircled it.

Darian groaned as he pulled her closer, pushing his erection farther into her mouth. Sam tasted him on her tongue—spicy and salty, wholly masculine. She swallowed, felt his cock jerk and knew he liked that.

Inside her, Jace stirred to life, his cock filling her again. Sam moaned, the vibration going straight to Darian’s shaft. He pulled her away and she reluctantly released him.

“I need you. Now.” His pale-blue eyes seemed darker. Darian’s usually laid-back personality gone, replaced by an intensity that reminded her more of his brother.

Sam nodded, knowing Jace would not object. She was coming to trust, to believe the Hunter brothers when they said they could share her, that there would be no jealousy between them.

She wanted them both. God help her, she was falling in love with them both.

Darian lifted her off Jace and she cried out at the separation. Jace’s cock was wet with her juices and his, his shaft erect once again. Her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled.

She wasn’t empty for long. Darian pressed her spine against the smooth post near the wall and pushed into her. He gripped her upper thighs and she wrapped her strong legs around his flanks. She gasped as her sensitized inner core stretched to accommodate him. Gripping his hair, she rode out the sensations pummeling her from all angles.

Her skin was alive, all the nerve endings exposed. She felt the hard beam at her spine, the warm air buffeting her skin, the hard thrust of his cock as he forged his way inside her and his rough hands on her thighs, holding her steady. He leaned inward and her puckered nipples rubbed against his hard chest, sending rivers of desire flooding through her.

“Take me,” he commanded. “All of me.”

Sam forced herself to relax at the same time Darian thrust. His shaft slid all the way home and they both breathed a sigh of relief. But that relief didn’t last long. Darian withdrew and just as slowly pushed back into her. She turned her head to one side. Jace was watching them, his large hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping up and down, keeping time with Darian as he fucked her.

“Look at me.” She turned back to Darian. His jaw was clenched and a muscle pulsed beneath one eye. “No one will ever want you more than I will, than we will.” His hips moved faster, picking up speed with each inward stroke.

Sam didn’t want to think about tomorrow or even two hours from now. All she wanted was to forget her worries and lose herself in the moment. Darian was inside her and Jace was watching them. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist before, but she loved knowing Jace was watching his brother fuck her just as Darian had watched when Jace had taken her.

Darian’s movements grew more frantic, almost rough. Sparks seemed to explode inside her and Sam felt herself coming. Her entire body clenched around Darian, her thighs squeezing around his flanks, her arms around his neck and her pussy around his cock.

His roar echoed in her ears and the hot flood of his release filled her. Sam let go, let herself slip away in a pool of pleasure that threatened to drown her. And she didn’t care. She trusted Darian to take care of her.

Darian locked his knees to keep from collapsing. Sam’s pussy spasmed around his cock, bringing him endless pleasure. He’d come moments ago but wasn’t anywhere near ready to release her. He’d never be ready.

Her skin was slick with perspiration and he leaned down and licked her shoulder. Her skin was salty and soft. She smelled musky, like sex and hay. He could also smell the fresh scent of her soap rising from her body, feminine and enticing. His cock rippled and she moaned, her head dropping onto his shoulder.

Sam was totally limp in his arms. The sign of her trust made his chest swell. He wanted to yell to the world that she belonged to him, but he wasn’t quite that stupid. Sam didn’t belong to him or his brother and she might never, not unless they could talk her into returning with them.

Darian had hoped sex would help tie her to them, but that was a double-edged sword. Every time he had her, he wanted her more and wondered how he would leave her when the time came if she refused to return to Javara with them.

He breathed in her unique earthy scent and kissed her temple. He didn’t want to let her go but felt Jace behind him. He turned his head and met his brother’s heated gaze. Jace wanted her again. So did he.

Darian straightened and tightened his grip, hugging her close, enjoying the weight of her in his arms. When Jace reached for her, he relinquished his hold. He would have her again. They both would.

But, for now, she was exhausted. A rest would do them all good.

Darian gritted his teeth as his semi-erect cock slid from her heated depths. Sam shivered as she was passed to Jace. Both men frowned.

“She needs a bath and food,” Jace declared.

Darian agreed with his brother. “We will go inside and see to her.” They hadn’t taken very good care of Sam since they’d met her and that had to change. How would she know how they would treat her unless they showed her?

His pants were around his hips so he tugged them back into place, not bothering to tie them. He didn’t expect to have them on for long. Maybe Sam had a tub big enough for two or even three. He quickly squelched that idea. Sam needed a break from sex, at least long enough for her to get cleaned up, rested and fed.

But the night would be long and he and Jace would be more than ready to pleasure Sam again and again.

Sam slowly slid from bed, not an easy task when she was sandwiched between two very large men. Both Jace and Darian were sound asleep and so had been she until moments ago. Now she was awake and her mind wouldn’t stop working.

She carefully plucked her robe from the back of her closet door and pulled it on as she crept down the stairs to the kitchen. The room was dark, but she knew her way around. She opened the cupboard and pulled down a glass and a dark bottle.

Whiskey wasn’t normally her drink of choice, but tonight she was making an exception. She poured two fingers into the glass and lifted it to her lips, sipping the strong, mellow liquor. It warmed her throat and belly but did little to stop the manic thoughts charging around her brain.

The room still smelled of slightly burnt toast and eggs. A faint smile touched her lips as she recalled the brothers’ adventure in her kitchen. They’d been determined to feed her and, once they’d gotten the hang of the stove, they hadn’t done half bad. Darian had enjoyed himself playing with the toaster and they’d ended up with an entire loaf of bread browned. Bacon, eggs, toast and some frozen hash browns had filled the hole in her belly, but it had done little to quell the ache in her heart.

She recapped the whiskey bottle and put it away before heading to her father’s study. Her muscles ached and her body hurt in places it never had before. After a hot bath and supper, Jace and Darian had led her upstairs and proceed to make love to her again.

After the hot tussle in the barn she’d been expecting more of the same. They were all aware that time was running out on them. Instead, they’d surprised her. With a man on either side of her, they’d licked and touched, kissed and stroked every inch of her body from her toes to the top of her head. Her skin tingled at the mere thought. She’d felt like a gourmet dinner spread before two food connoisseurs.

Then they’d made love to her. Yes, made love. It had been more than just sex. The way they’d touched her and the way she’d responded to them had been infused with a deep emotional connection that went beyond the physical. They hadn’t talked about their feelings, but she’d come to know the brothers well enough to know they were in this as deep as she was.

Sam took another drink, needing the burn to focus her thoughts. It would be too easy to lose herself in the physicality of their relationship and allow time to run out. But she was no coward. This was her decision to make, one way or the other.

She sat at her father’s desk, feeling closer to him here than she did anywhere else in the house. The land was where she felt him the most, but this was second best.

She set her glass down on the battered wooden desk that had served several generations of Calloways. Moonlight gave the room a glow, but not quite enough for her to see. The brass desk lamp sat where it always had so she had no trouble finding it. The click seemed loud in the room and the light bright. Sam blinked several times until her vision adjusted.

Several journals sat on the desk and she opened one, staring at the numbers. She closed it just as quickly, knowing the bottom line already. Sam stood and went to the family picture on the wall. She lifted it off its hook and revealed the safe beneath. The combination hadn’t changed since she was a kid. She put in her father’s birthdate, then her mother’s, then her brother’s and finally hers. “Twelve, thirty, seventeen, twenty-two,” she muttered as she spun the dial.

The handle turned easily and she opened the safe, pulling out the documents she wanted before closing it and returning the picture to its original spot. Sam sat back at the desk, took another drink and unfolded the papers. She stared at them for at least ten minutes before picking up a pen and drawing a fresh piece of paper to her. There had to be a way to make things work.

She thought and wrote and thought some more. Finally, she gave up, folding all the documents together and placed them on the corner of the desk. Tim’s phone was still in the kitchen. She hadn’t planned on using it, especially not so late at night, but she had to talk to someone not involved in the situation.

Sam turned off the light, grabbed her drink and padded silently back to the kitchen. She turned on the light above the stove and picked up the phone from the table, dialing before she talked herself out of it.

It rang twice before it was answered by a gruff male voice. “Sam? You okay, little girl?”

Tears pricked her eyes. How she loved Tim and Mary. They were like second parents to her. Sam lowered herself to one of the kitchen chairs, the phone clenched tight in her hands. “Hey, Tim.”

She heard rustling and knew he was getting out of bed. “What happened?”

She’d worried him for no reason and guilt filled her. “Nothing happened. I just can’t sleep. I don’t know what to do.”

Tim sighed. “Just the fact that you’re thinking about it at all means you have feelings for those fellas.” Tim gave a gruff laugh. “I still can’t wrap my head around that one. Neither could Mary when I told her. Let me tell you, it took some doing to keep her away from your place. She wanted to march right over and check them both out.”

Sam chuckled. She could easily imagine big Tim having a hard time corralling his tiny wife. “I’m surprised you won.”

“Well.” Tim paused for a moment. “I pointed out that you might be busy, so to speak.”

Sam felt her cheeks turning red. Tim and Mary would have definitely gotten an eyeful if they’d turned up after supper. “Yeah, that was probably for the best.”

Tim cleared his throat. “So what’s on your mind?”

She pulled one foot up onto her chair. “I love this farm, this land. It’s my home.”

“But?” he prompted.

“I might lose it. Not now, but maybe a year or two down the road.” She picked at a loose thread on her robe. “But how can I let it go without a fight? It would be cowardly to walk away from the farm, from my family.”

She could almost hear Tim thinking through the silence on the other end. Finally he spoke. “Well, like I said earlier, one of them boys could stay with you.”

Sam shook her head. “No, Tim. That’s not right. Their mother would be heartbroken and they have so many people depending on them.”

“It’s their choice,” Tim pointed out. “How long do you have?”

“One full day and another night. Then it’s anyone’s guess if the tapestry will even reappear.”

“Take tomorrow to think about things. Show the boys around and let them see your land. I assume they showed you around their home?”

“Yeah.” Not quite as much as she would have liked, but she’d seen the stables, the fields and the people living in and around the small castle. She’d hung back, determined to return home and hadn’t given any of them the chance to really meet her. Now it was too late.

“There you go. Let them work with you and see how you feel tomorrow night. Why don’t you all come over for dinner?”

“I’m going to take a rain check on that, Tim. I think we need to be alone to figure this out.”

“Good enough. But, Sam, call any time you want. And remember, I love you.”

Sam wished he was close enough to hug. “Love you too.”

“I’ll see you day after tomorrow. Early. Whatever happens, I’m gonna be there.”

“Okay. Thanks, Tim.” She ended the call and put the phone back on the table. Sighing, Sam downed the last of the whiskey before she pushed away from the table. She placed the empty glass in the sink and turned off the light before heading back to bed.

Sam paused in the doorway of her bedroom, studying the two men who currently occupied it. Thank the heavens she had a king-size bed, but even with that it was a tight squeeze. She removed her robe and quietly climbed between Jace and Darian. Sighing, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Beside her, Jace lay still as a stone. He’d awoken the moment Sam climbed out of bed and it had taken all his self-control not to go after her. Darian was wide-awake too. Neither of them had spoken, but Jace knew his brother was as worried as he was. Two days were almost over. Tomorrow was their final full day together.

He had to go home to Hunter Keep. Too many people depended on him and then there was his mother. He couldn’t leave her alone.

But Darian could stay if he wanted. Jace swallowed hard as emotion threatened to choke him. How would he lived without his brother and Sam?

A heavy hand fell on top of his and he clasped his brother’s hand, knowing Darian was thinking about tomorrow as well. Jace sighed and released his brother and wrapped his arm around Sam.

All he could do was try to change her mind. Although the longer he spent with her here in her home, the less likely that possibility became.