“She’ll pick who she wants,” Gary said.
“You really think she’ll pick between us? She would have picked by now. If we don’t tell her how we feel soon, she’ll leave us, and then we all lose,” Michael told him.
Jesse stood up from his seat at the table. “I think Michael has a point.”
The other three brothers began to argue with him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jesse yelled. “You’re like a dog with a fucking bone.” Considering he was the quietest of the four brothers, Michael held a lot of respect for the youngest member.
“We don’t even know if she’ll want all five of us. She might tell us all to go and fuck ourselves,” Roy finally spoke up.
“And she might want us all,” Michael said. “I came here because I think she wants all of us. She won’t pick between us, and any woman would have by now. I’m willing to share, and you’re all clearly willing to share with each other, so why not me?”
Silence descended on the kitchen as all four brothers stared at him. He folded his arms over his chest and stared back. He wasn’t afraid of the men in front of him. Fighting was not what he had planned with them.
“Can you give us a few minutes? I want to talk with my brothers,” Gary said.
Michael nodded and walked out the back door. He stared at the house, debating if he should see if she was okay. Running fingers through his hair, he made his way down the path toward her front door. He knocked and waited.
At first there was no noise coming from her house, and he turned to go back to the Walkers’ when she stood with her wild red hair flowing round her.
“Michael? What’s the matter?” she asked.
The moment he saw her, Michael felt a kick to his gut. She always affected him like this. He was forty years old. Fifteen years her senior.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She folded her arms in front of her, and he noted the sheer nightgown she was wearing. Her skin was so pale and her eyes clear blue like the ocean on a hot summer’s day.
“I’m not a fool, Cassidy. I know you’ve been trying to deal with all this.” He pointed at himself and then behind him at the Walkers’ ranch.
“Yeah. You guys haven’t made anything easy on me, have you?” She left the door open, walking away from him. Michael followed behind, closing her door as he did. He found her putting away a whiskey bottle in a cabinet. The sheer nightgown she wore molded to her generous curves. He knew she’d lost weight, but looking at her in the small scrap of fabric made him aware she still had plenty of curves.
He always loved a woman who could take his passion. He loved holding on to a woman and letting go and fucking her into oblivion without the fear of breaking her.
Michael knew she would look amazing with the red print of his hand over her ass. When her full luscious curves returned in full, her ass would be all his. Most of his nights were spent imagining her on her hands and knees as he spanked her ass, over and over again. The desire to tie her to his bed as he punished her for making him wait was hard to ignore. He wanted his submissive, desperately.
“I guess we haven’t.” He folded his arms, trying to stop himself from walking over to her, pressing her against the wall, and fucking her brains out. “Have you made a decision?” he asked.
She burst out laughing. The sound she made, verging on hysteria rather than actual happiness. “I’ve got to pick between you and the Walker brothers?”
Michael knew he didn’t sound fair, one against four, but he could make her happy. He was certain of it.
“I’m fucking drunk, Michael. I’ve been drinking all afternoon wondering how the fuck I could pick between you two.”
He put her cursing down to the drink as he’d never heard such naughty words come past her lips before.
She walked toward him, her tits, which were not constrained by a bra, bouncing with every step she took. His cock thickened in his pants at the glorious sight before him. The desire to reach out and tear the fabric from her body was intense. He wanted to see her naked, open, and willing underneath him.
Pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock, and he hoped to god he didn’t have an arousal stain inside his jeans. He caught her the moment she stumbled over her own feet. She looked so adorably cute with her fiery red hair spilling around her face. He loved her hair. Her hair was the same red-hot spirit as the woman who owned it.
He would love to see a pair of his nipple clamps on her nipples. Michael imagined her nipples would be red and puckered.
She melted against him, and Michael couldn’t help himself. He sunk his fingers in her hair and splayed his hand on her waist. She felt like home to him. Her blue-eyed gaze captured him as she looked up at him. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips to moisten her mouth.
He wanted to fuck her mouth. He wanted to see her red lips wrapped around the length of his dick as he pushed inside her mouth.
“You’re thinking naughty thoughts,” she said.
“How would you know?” he asked, loving this new teasing side to Cassidy.
“Your cock is pressed against my stomach, Sheriff. May I say what a mighty fine package you have?”
Michael growled as she stroked him through his jeans. Fuck!
He was struggling to keep his dominance at bay. If she’d been his and knew about his lifestyle he would have her on the floor, presenting herself to him. Her head bowed while her tits were pushed up. Michael forced his rampant desires down. Cassidy wasn’t ready for that side of him. With time she may be ready to be submissive for him but now wasn’t the time to explore.
“Cassidy? You need to stop.”
“No I don’t. I’m tired of stopping, Sheriff. I want you so bad. I want you
all
so bad. Fuck me, and let me forget about the choice I have to make.” Her begging was his undoing. Lifting her in his arms, he moved out of the sitting room, going to the stairs. She giggled, pushing the strap of her nightgown down her arm. He knew he would regret this decision in the morning. Her breasts spilled out, and she looked so fucking good. They were large with lovely pink nipples. He wanted to suck her and see how sensitive her mounds were. Kicking open the first door he came to, he moaned in frustration while she giggled. He’d opened the bathroom door. In the next room, he thanked the lord above as there was a lovely full-size bed.
She laughed as he dumped her on the bed and followed her down. Then she went silent with her body going lax. Frowning, Michael looked down and saw she’d passed out. He wondered how much she had drunk. Cursing himself, he eased up off the bed and lifted her into a more comfortable position. He put a blanket over her and turned out her light. With great reluctance, he left her alone and walked down the stairs. He locked himself out of her house and pushed the key through the letter box.
He had to have her, and he hoped the Walkers saw the appeal of his suggestion.
He refused to give up. Cassidy was his woman and he intended to have her, no matter the cost.
Gary made sure Michael was out of earshot before he began talking to his brothers. He knew it was only a matter of time before the older man came calling with such a suggestion. He’d been thinking about an arrangement along similar lines. Ever since they’d given Cassidy the ultimatum to choose between them, he knew it was unfair. Sharing her with his brothers would be different to sharing her with Michael. He hated the idea, but he also saw the solution to all of their problems even if it was fucked up.
“You’re considering this?” Scott asked him.
He nodded his head, unable to form the words.
“I think it is a good idea,” Jesse said as he stood up. Gary stared at his younger brother. He rarely spoke, and yet he had an opinion on this matter.
“Do you really think we’ve got what it takes to share her with Michael?” Roy asked.
“We don’t have a choice. Cassidy would never pick between us. She’d leave before she risked hurting anyone. You know that. We all know that,” Gary said. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to stem his frustration. Most of the time he was in Cassidy’s bad books, and he no longer wanted to be responsible for causing her pain. The moment she left him inside a prison cell rather than bail him out had opened his eyes to what he was doing to the woman he loved. “I love her, guys. I don’t want to lose her because we can’t share her.”
“What if we can’t share her, Gary? What happens then?” Scott asked.
“We learn to share her with Michael or we lose her. It’s as simple as that. You tell me, Scott. Can you watch her walk away or would you share her to be able to see her smile every day?” Gary asked his brother.
He saw Scott fighting with himself. The way he held himself back with the instinct to refuse. “I’d rather share her than have nothing of her,” Scott finally admitted after some time.
“And you?” Gary looked at Roy for his answer.
“I have loved Cassidy for most of my life. I’d do anything to be with her,” Roy answered.
“What about you?” He turned to Jesse, the youngest of all the brothers.
“I’d give everything for her happiness. I’m the one who beat the shit out of that asshole who used her, remember? Sharing her with Michael would not be a hardship. He clearly loves her, otherwise he wouldn’t be here trying to get us to do the same.”
Gary nodded, recalling the fuck head who’d dated Cassidy when she was nineteen. He’d watched the fucking loser, Luke something, around Long Mead. He would never forget the day he opened the door to see her crying and in pain. Luke had taken what he wanted from her and moved on to the next woman. None of them had been able to stop Jesse from finding the asshole and beating him to a pulp.
“We’re in agreement then?”
They all nodded. Gary went to the door and saw Michael returning from the path leading to Cassidy’s place. “What were you doing?” he asked.
Michael walked back inside. “I went to visit Cassidy. She’s not in good shape. She doesn’t want to choose, and if we don’t come to some agreement, then we’re going to lose her.”
Gary noted the flush on the other man. Something had happened back at Cassidy’s house, he was certain.
He wouldn’t ask. From this night on, they would all be equal to Cassidy’s affections.
“Have you made a decision?” Michael asked.
“Yes. We’re willing to share.” Gary hoped he’d made the right decision. Staring behind him at the outline of Cassidy’s house, he hoped to god he would have her love soon.
* * * *
Jesse went to his room as his three older brothers saw Michael to the door. He closed the door and let out the breath he’d been holding. For the last few weeks he’d been waiting for this stalemate between his brothers and the sheriff to come to a close. Watching Cassidy had been a nightmare. She always looked so troubled when she should be happy. There were five men who wanted nothing more than to love her, but she had to choose. Moving away from the door, he sat on the edge of his bed. He leaned down and grabbed the wooden box from under his bed.
Releasing the latch, he opened the lid. None of his brothers knew about the trinkets he’d kept over the years. His personal memories of Cassidy Jocks. He’d still been in high school when she had. Three years separated them in age. The short age gap hadn’t stopped them from being close friends.
He pulled out a couple of faded movie tickets from when he’d taken her out on a date. Well, he’d seen it as a date whereas she saw it as two friends going out together. A couple of shells from the beach when he’d driven both of them down to sea for the day. Some of the trinkets were receipts he kept from meals they had shared together. A handkerchief she’d given him when he cut his hand while chopping some vegetables for a barbeque. It was washed, but he couldn’t throw it out as it belonged to her. Moving other bits and pieces out of the way, he pulled out a handful of pictures he had of her. He placed the box on the bed at his side, and looked at the pictures with care.
The first one he took with her sister when she came to visit Cassidy at the ranch. She came in every morning and evening to cook for them and clean their house. They wanted her close to them so they could protect her. He placed the picture at the back and moved to the next one. She stood near a Christmas tree wearing a reindeer sweater and smiling at him. It had been their first Christmas together, and he’d never seen her so happy. The next picture was one with his brothers. Gary, Scott, and Roy stared at her with hunger in their eyes. They’d wanted her from the moment she’d stepped onto their ranch all grown up and asking for a job. Up until that time she had been too young. Her stubborn spirit and caring ways had won them over within days. Cassidy Jocks was the woman for them.
The last photo was the one with him. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was kissing his cheek. This was taken last year during summer break. He’d driven them down to the beach and gone partying that lasted into the early hours of the following morning. She knew how to dance, and he’d loved every second of her being in his arms.
Pushing everything back into the box, he placed it back under his bed. He lay back and stared at the picture. There was nothing in this world that he wouldn’t give to be with Cassidy. The night he and his brothers had sat down and admitted their feelings for her had been the best moment of his life.