“Why did you do that?” She ignored Cade, staring down at Sam warily.
“Because I love you too, Marly,” he whispered. “Not as deep, not as true as Cade does, but I love you as well.”
His cryptic answer had her trembling.
“This isn’t acceptable,” she told Cade, trembling and aware of the sudden sexual tension in the room.
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across from Sam’s, on the other side of the television. “Stop worrying so much. Let’s just sit here and watch television and try to get through the next few hours. Hopefully, this thing with Jennings will be over soon.”
Marly couldn’t take her eyes off Sam. Her mind was in turmoil. Cade had seen what had happened. He knew Sam had palmed her breast, that his tongue was in her mouth with that kiss, and he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t ready to kill his brother, and he wasn’t furiously charged with jealousy. He was turned on. Just as Sam was.
“Cade?” He reclined on the large couch, propping his head on the pillows at the end of it, then drew Marly down beside him. She was held against him spoon fashion, staring over at Sam as he watched her.
His eyes were dark, and heavy lidded. The soft material of his sweats was tented dangerously with his erection.
“You’re trembling, Marly,” Cade whispered at her ear. “Don’t be frightened, baby. Nothing will happen that you won’t enjoy. Your body knows what it likes, who it wants, and what turns it on. Don’t be frightened of that.”
She was confused. She didn’t know where to look, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from the bulge beneath Sam’s sweats. He hadn’t been hard when she came in. He had gotten hard when he touched her. He was Cade’s brother. An indelible part of her life. She loved him and Brock, had spent teenage hours lusting after all three men before she set her heart on Cade. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t let it happen.
Cade’s erection was tucked against her buttocks. He too wore sweats, the basic loungewear for the men of the house. They did nothing to hide the hardened virility beneath the material.
“What are you going to do?” Her whisper was a whimper as she felt his hand smoothing the top of her thigh, drawing the small skirt further up as he did so.
“Nothing you won’t enjoy, Marly,” he promised her, his voice dark and deep. “I know you’ve fantasized about him. There’s things I know about you as well. Just as I bet you money your cunt’s hot and wet right now, thinking about Sam touching you.”
She couldn’t deny it. He was right. That didn’t mean she had to do it. It was indecent. It wasn’t right.
“I want to see it, Marly,” he growled at her ear. “There’s so much I want to teach you. So many pleasures I want you to know. Things you could never imagine.” She felt the zipper at the back of her skirt slowly slide down.
“Cade, please—” She didn’t know if she could do this. She was shaking, burning up, yet trembling as though she were freezing.
“I want you to do something for me,” he whispered. “I want you to take your clothes off. Then lie back down beside me and just close your eyes. Just close your eyes Marly, and let me take care of everything. Will you do that for me, baby?”
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“Don’t do this,” she whispered, closing her eyes, shocked at the desire to do just as he asked. “Please, Cade. I’m not ready for this.”
“Yes you are.” His lips caressed her neck gently. “You are ready, Marly, you just don’t realize it. We’re nice and safe for the moment, and I want this. I need it. Do this for me, Marly. Stand up, and watch Sam as you undress. Then lay back down and just close your eyes for me.”
His hand slid beneath her skirt, palming the cheek of her rear nearest to him as he urged her up. Marly stood shakily to her feet. She toed her shoes off first, her toes curling against the cool hard wood of the floor. Then she allowed her loosened skirt to fall to the floor.
Sam’s hand went to the waist of his sweats, pushing them to his thighs, revealing the thick cock that pulsed at the sight of her nearly naked body as he sat up on the couch. Then she removed the shirt, nearly crying out at the sensitivity of her nipples as the cloth raked them. Then more hesitantly, her hands went to her thongs. They were pushed slowly from her body now, her mouth watering as Sam’s hand stroked his shaft slowly, his fingers moving up and down his cock with a mesmerizing motion.
“Now lay down beside me, on your back.” Cade moved against the back of the wide couch. With near hysteria, Marly wondered if this was why all the furniture was so wide, and so much attention paid to comfort.
She stretched out beside him, staring up at him as she fought for breath. He had undressed as she had. His shaft lay along her thigh, his wide chest rising and falling in excitement.
“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you,” he ordered her, his tone gentle, but the look in his eyes stern. “Do you understand me? No matter what, don’t open your eyes.”
Marly swallowed tightly.
“Don’t disobey me in this, Marly,” he warned her clearly. “If you do, Sam will help me spank you. Do you want that?”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
“Good girl. Now close those pretty eyes.” He laid his hand over them; making her blink against them, then she closed her eyes as he ordered.
“Now, I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do to that pretty body of yours.”
She felt his hand smooth from her breast to the moist lips of her cunt. Marly fought for breath. She heard Sam moving across the room, and the shocking moan of anticipation that escaped her lips proved to her that she was just as depraved, just as shockingly aroused by this as she feared she would be.
“You’re so pretty, Marly,” Sam whispered, his voice graveled, rough with his arousal.
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of her own arousal lay thick and wet on flesh between her thighs. She could feel it, slowly weeping from her body.
Then he touched her. Sam’s hand. It wrapped around her breast, plumping the flesh as Cade mirrored the movement on the other. In sync, long, calloused male fingers caressed her, tweaked her nipples, had her groaning at the pleasure coursing through her body. She didn’t know if she would survive it. They touched only her breasts, and her body already flamed with passion.
“So sweet.” Cade’s declaration followed with the hot, moist warmth of two mouths enveloping her nipples.
Marly tightened, crying out at the sensations. Twin tongues raked her nipples, mouths suckled at her breasts, hands roamed over her stomach, her thighs, then slowly pulled her legs apart.
“Cade.” She called out his name in desperation. She didn’t know if she could survive this pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” he answered her, his voice thick with lust. “It’s okay. I promise. Just let us love you, Marly. We would never hurt you, baby.”
Warm, possessive, two pairs of hands roved her body. Sam lifted his head from her breast, one hand caressing it again as he leaned close.
“Let me kiss you, Marly.” His voice, so tender, so filled with emotion whispered at her ear. “Please, Marly.”
His lips settled over hers. Sharp and hot, sensation after sensation tore through her body. Her lips opened, his tongue entered and he groaned harshly. Marly’s body bucked as a hand—Cade or Sam’s?—moved between her thighs. The twin stimulations took over her mind, throwing her into a vortex of pleasure there was no escape from. Sam’s lips possessed hers, the hand between her thighs moved slow and easy through the slick dew coated on her bare flesh. From her slit to the little bud of her anus it moved, spreading the thick juices.
Sam’s lips lifted from hers as the hand between her thighs moved and another returned.
“So good,” Sam growled. “You taste exquisite, Marly.”
Her eyes flew open as his finger slid from between his lips. He knelt beside her, his erection raising along his abdomen, long and thick, the head throbbing, pulsing, a small pearl of pre-come dotting it.
“You’re looking, Marly.” Cade turned her head to him.
There was no time to answer him. His lips covered hers as her thighs were pulled further apart. Sam moved; she felt him at the end of the large couch. She no longer wondered why they had such a large couch now. He lifted the leg nearest him, placing it over his shoulder.
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involuntarily reaching for the exquisite sensations to be found in the ultimate caress. Sam’s lips touched her inner ones like a kiss. She whimpered in need, arching to the tongue reaching out, running between them, dipping into the well of cream that flowed like honey from her body.
Marly shook, trembled. Her hands gripped the pillow rest behind her, clenching hard. Cade’s lips moved to her breasts once again, enveloping the tip of the swollen mound, rasping it with his tongue.
“Cade. Cade. I’m dying,” she cried out, her thighs widening for Sam so he could continue to stroke, thrust, lap at her flesh.
“Not yet, baby,” he growled, denying her claim. “Wait a little while. Then you can explode for us.”
“No. It’s killing me,” she wailed, her voice harsh. Sam’s diabolical tongue plunged deep inside her, his mouth emitting sighs of pleasures that vibrated against her flesh.
“Easy, Marly.” Cade’s head lifted, his eyes staring down at her. The carnality of his expression had her stomach tightening in a surge of echoed lust. Sam’s tongue wasn’t letting up. It plunged inside her over and over again, lapping at her, drinking in the flow of desire that poured from her body. Cade’s hands roved over her upper body, her breasts, stomach, his lips sipping at hers, his eyes staring into hers, refusing to release her.
“I want to watch you come for him, Marly,” he groaned against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. “I want to watch your eyes daze, your face flush, and see the ecstasy ripple through your expression. I want to see it, Marly. I want to know you’re feeling it. Needing it.”
Desperate. His expression was desperate. Her body was desperate. She was going insane with need.
“Cade. I’m scared.” Sam’s tongue was driving her closer, his fingers on her clit making it swell, making it throb, pulse, throwing her closer to death.
“I’m here, Marly.” Inexpressibly tender, eager, so aroused and filled with desire, his look flooded her with the approval she saw there. “I’m here, baby. Just hold onto me and let it go.”
She could do nothing more. She felt the explosion build. Felt it swell through her, ripple over her. It shattered through her body as she felt a finger, one broad finger breach the small portal of her anus and slide in. It tore through her body, heaving it, sending her scream echoing through the room as it tore through her, destroyed her.
“Yes. Oh hell, Marly.” Sam moved as Cade lifted his body over her, his voice ragged.
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pleas, a chorus of encouragement as they moved inside her, loving her, worshipping her body and the pleasure she gave them.
Her mouth tightened on Sam’s cock. Her vagina tightened on Cade’s. Her eyes closed, feeling Sam pulse in her mouth, feeling Cade riding the last thrusts to completion as she built again towards the next.
“I’m going to come, Marly,” Sam groaned, harsh, guttural as he thrust the thick flesh between her lips. “Move. Move back, baby, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
She wasn’t going anywhere. Her lips tightened on him, her legs tightened around Cade. Both men groaned, cried out, pulsing inside her body to their shattered male cries. Lust pulsed through the room to the tune of their cries. Her own moans joined them, and she began to drown in wave after wave, spurt after spurt until her world became only the men she pleasured. Only the men who pleasured her. Sam settled on the floor beside her long moments later. Cade collapsed over her, bracing his weight on his elbows as his chest heaved, fighting for air.
“Marly. Baby,” he rasped against her cheek. “Thank you.”
She sighed against his chest.
“I love you,” she whispered back, wishing above all things that she could take the pain from his eyes.
“I love you,” he swore, his smile a bit sad as he watched her. “More than you know, Marly, I love you. But we aren’t finished, baby. I need you to do one more thing for me.”
She blinked up at him, satisfaction still coursing through her body.
“I need you to be with Tara. I need you to accept that as well, Marly. Another woman. I want you to make love with her.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Cade reached his limit. Furious, insulted, her heart beating with anger, Marly attempted to reconcile herself, days later, to Cade’s declaration. She wouldn’t do it. She remembered the way his expression shuttered, the way he stilled at her refusal to give him what he desired. She couldn’t do it. She loved him, loved Brock and Sam. She wanted to please them. She could accept, if not understand, this need Cade had. Being with another woman, she would not accept. She couldn’t accept it.
“You can’t avoid me forever.” Tara’s voice was amused, understanding. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her eyes watching Marly prepare her snack.
Marly kept her head lowered as she continued to make her snack. A glass of cola sat on the counter, and the plate she was filling with fruit and dip was nearly finished.